Dream a little Dream of me

Dream a little Dream of me
by Sailor Poison


The wind was blowing through him despite the layers he wore. Almost too cold to light his cigarette. Not that ever stopped Cid before. His hands shaking as he held the lighter up to his cigarette, clenched between his teeth as his free hand shielded the lighter from the winds. No cursing is heard as he might lose his precious smoke.

Vincent gave the pilot a look of disdain for making them pause to light a smoke. They had to get moving while the sun was still out. But Cid was insistent on their pause. Even Barret was a little put off. Or so he showed. Vincent suspected he was using the breather to rest his legs.

They were all to meet, at some cabin, Cloud’s group. The journey was taking them in footsteps of Sephiroth., son of Lucrecia. But Vincent saw him more as a cancer implanted by Hojo. Something that needed to be cut out of this world as any other cancer. No one has ever asked him how he felt about chasing Sephiroth down. Closest people to be concerned were Tifa and Cid. Vincent refused to express much aside the basic facts.

Basic facts... they were following someone who may or may not be in the control of Sephiroth to get back the black materia which will be used to kill them off if they fail this mission. His personal feelings were hardly an issue.

Cid was only making them pause a minute to be honest but that minute felt long in the cold. Sometimes Vincent felt strange stirring in his chest and usually Cid was the cause. Impatience, amusement, disgust, friendship, and other emotions were starting to surface inside him again.

Not that Cid or Barret were aware of this. How sometimes it scared him to be able to feel. If he can feel then he is vulnerable being hurt. Vincent is... or was a Turk. Feelings were a liability. Feelings were what kept this group moving. Everyone of them going forward because of their own reasons. But Vincent suspected Aeris’s death was first real thing that bonded them as a group.

Barret, “ Its too damn Cold to be walking on foot!!”

Cid, “ No shit, Mr Obvious! If I had a decent plane, you think I would be fucking walking?! Hell no! Now stop bitching!”

Cid’s legs hurt the worst of them all. He was not made for hiking. But he was not about to go pissing about it either. Vincent had an idea Cid was not taking to this hike so well and made Barret go at a pace the pilot could keep up with. Sometimes even he forgot as his body was far more enduring to this condition. Unwanted thanks to the monster Hojo.

The walk was not boring. The local monsters insisted on keeping them entertained by trying to eat them. The fighting did wear them down but helped heat the bodies of two of the men. Cid swore some blood froze to Vincent’s gauntlet covered hand. Something that Cid was curious about, that hand. he spent time pondering what was in the bronze cover. Was his arm gone and that fake appendage? Was his arm all mutated and needed to be hidden. Which would explain the claw like fingers but could be just how the glove was made. Or... was it just a glove? Yes, these thoughts did keep Cid amused for many hours.

Barret, “ About damn time! “

Cid looked up, unaware he lost his cigarette a few miles again. Or that it was getting quite dark. The cabin’s shining lights glow through windows as a heaven sign to the weary cold hikers.

The heat from the house hit them upon entry. For Barret and Vincent, it was blessed. But for Cid it was hot wall that slammed into his already weary senses, making him dizzy and fall. The room was moving too quickly for the pilot to grab hold of anything. Just before the floor could meet him, hands grabbed his waist.

Vincent, “ Highwind?”

Cid, “ Shit.. I must really been tired. “

Barret got the owner as Vincent kept an eye on Cid. The pilot was fine, aside being over-exhausted and showing a few early signs of hypothermia. Not long before he was sitting by the fire in a warm blanket.

Cloud and the others already arrived. They were sleeping as they also had a rough trek along the path. Not that Vincent cared if Cloud got tired. Maybe he did some for Tifa. It was indeed hard to dislike this woman of strength. Respect was maybe closest thing to describe his feelings. Yuffie was the other chosen companion of Cloud. No one else wanted her around still , as a few recalled when she stole their materia.

The ex-Turk handed Cid some soup. Barret was off to join his buddies. This reminded Vincent again how outside the close clinch group he was. Meant to be alone. But Cid was still here with him. The pilot was also not a part of the close knit group. Nor did he go out of his way to become a member.

Cid, “ Thanks, Vinny.. “

Vincent settled by the fire to gaze into the flames, “ For what?”

Cid, “ For catching my lame ass. “

Vincent just gave a shrug. As if it was nothing. Fighting the rising heat in his cheeks. Why should he blush at such a simple thing as a thanks. But it has been long time since he heard those words. Lucrecia once spoke them when Vincent helped her get something heavy down. Just before she gave birth to the very creature they hunted down. The ex-turk shakes these memories from his mind when he realised Cid was speaking to him.

Cid, “ Bad thoughts, huh?”

Vincent gazed into the soft blue eyes of the pilot. Eyes that reflect compassion for a monster. Eyes he didn’t deserve to gaze into, so he looked away.

Vincent, “ Yes... but its punishment for... “

Cid, “ ... Ya sin. I know. No one is without sin. No one.”

Vincent once told Cid about his past. The pilot was agreeable on keeping it between them two.

Vincent, “ My past deeds go beyond even the time with Hojo and Lucrecia. Guilty of any things. I was a Turk after all.

Cid, “Oh yeah! “

Vincent softly asked, “ You forget that so easy.”

Cid shrugs in an easy going manner, “ To me ya just Vinny.”

Vincent went back to watching the flames. To be just Vincent. Cid makes it sound so easy. To start a new life. Maybe find ways to atone. Though that he couldn’t truly hope for.

His eyes turn upon hearing Cid give a soft snort. The pilot fell asleep in his chair. A habit he has shown since the ex-Turk first known him. When the pilot was sleep, he had an almost innocent air about him. His face was that of a scruffy angel. Wonders what it would be like to kiss thos lips. Feel his body against his. Vincent closes his eyes to ward off these unpure thoughts. The minutes seem to drag. Vincent knew he needed some fresh air away from the others.

Vincent was not sure how but he ended up in the chocobo barn. His thoughts of the pilot cause his blood to heat with desire. Vincent hasn’t felt such desire for sex in years. The ex-Turk settles down in a stall. Pants were pulled open so slender hand can move the demanding hard flesh. His penis begging for attention. Vincent settles against the wooden wall, his fingers grasping the erection. Pumping the shaft, minds eyes filled with thoughts of Cid. Kissing his lips and biting his nipples.

His eyes open to see the pilot has found him. Pale cheeks tint with red as he was caught being rather sinful. But the pilot simply smiles, kneeling to kiss the pale ex-Turk. His kiss is soft and warm as he imagined it would be. The kissing soon evolved to fondling and touching. Two men ravaging each other, clothing sent flying. The taller man pressing into the blond’s tight ass. Moans so sweet driving him towards sweet orgasm.

Just as he was about to cum, Vincent woke up. The pilot was still asleep in his chair. The fire was by now dying. He easily adds wood to build the flames again. How strange it was all a dream. But his body longs for release. Cid was a heavy sleeper. Just needed a few moments.

Vincent reached into his pants and began to finish what his wet dream started. His eyes fastened on Cid as his fingers worked in hard jerky motions. Bit his lips to keep back the moans. Oh so beautiful ....

Moans escapes his lips as cum shoots from his body. The ex-Turk can relax now. Looks over to see the pilot was still asleep. After covering up the evidence, Vincent also settles to a light sleep.

The morning brought them all outside. Snow fresh fallen on the ground, virgin too any human footsteps. Here they await to see whom Cloud would select to scale the cliff first with him. Cloud looked over the group well. Cid making a point to stay in the back of the group. Like hell he wanted to trail blaze.

Cloud, “ I’ll take Barret and Tifa. “

Cid, “ Good luck, suckers!” making his way back to the cottage for tea or coffee. Whatever he could get his hands on.

But for the ex-Turk, it was maybe for the best. Watches their leader’s group hiking forwarded as the others plan out when they shall also leave. Soon they shall go forward to stop Sephiroth. For the pilot, the now of tea and smoke was all that mattered,

The End