Valenwind Drabbles
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cid/Vincent
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
967
Reviews:
12
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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1/8/11 Dress-Up
With the death of Sephiroth and the Remnants, the world luckily fell into an age of peace and prosperity. With such came the rise of the entertainment industry. Wutai had begun changing, developing more technological advances, rather than keep with all of their old ways.
One of these developments was animated drawings.
Vincent ran a brush through his hair once more, his now-clawed fingers carefully arranging his clip-on bangs. With a satisfied noise, he nodded once, turning from the mirror to gaze amusedly at his lover, struggling with his clothing.
“Having troubles, otouto?” Vincent asked, voice teasing. Cid looked up and cursed at him, throwing the top on the floor. “This was a stupid idea,” he groused, “Can’t even get this fucking hakama on…”
Vincent laughed softly, but went to his lover, helping the other man into his clothing, tying it off with deft fingers. “Are you ready now?” Vincent asked, pressing a kiss to the clean-shaven face of the other man. Cid nodded once, reaching back and pulling Vincent closer.
“You know, Sesshomaru, we’re going to have a time showing all those fangirls some inucest,” he purred, eyes yellowed with contacts becoming half-lidded. Vincent was glad for loose pants as he groaned softly and pulled the smirking pilot in for a kiss.
“Shut up and let’s go already,” he said, pulling back. “We’re meeting the others in twenty minutes.” With a laugh, Cid grabbed his lover’s hand, and the two left for their convention.
One of these developments was animated drawings.
Vincent ran a brush through his hair once more, his now-clawed fingers carefully arranging his clip-on bangs. With a satisfied noise, he nodded once, turning from the mirror to gaze amusedly at his lover, struggling with his clothing.
“Having troubles, otouto?” Vincent asked, voice teasing. Cid looked up and cursed at him, throwing the top on the floor. “This was a stupid idea,” he groused, “Can’t even get this fucking hakama on…”
Vincent laughed softly, but went to his lover, helping the other man into his clothing, tying it off with deft fingers. “Are you ready now?” Vincent asked, pressing a kiss to the clean-shaven face of the other man. Cid nodded once, reaching back and pulling Vincent closer.
“You know, Sesshomaru, we’re going to have a time showing all those fangirls some inucest,” he purred, eyes yellowed with contacts becoming half-lidded. Vincent was glad for loose pants as he groaned softly and pulled the smirking pilot in for a kiss.
“Shut up and let’s go already,” he said, pulling back. “We’re meeting the others in twenty minutes.” With a laugh, Cid grabbed his lover’s hand, and the two left for their convention.