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“Hey Vampy! All depressed again?”

“I’m not depressed and I’m not a vampire, Highwind!”

“You sure look cherry this morning.” Replied Cid sarcastically. Vincent only shot him a poisonous look and didn’t bother to voice it. The silence between them stood chance for whole two minutes.

“Hey Vampy…”

“HIGHWIND!”

“Ok, Vince… what’s your plan for the future?”

The gunman didn’t answer for a long time. The question got him unprepared. He didn’t know what to do once they defeated Sephiroth.

“Probably return to the coffin.” He could hear Highwind chocked on the cigarette.

“You crazy or something?”

“I’m not crazy, Highwind.”

“What do you mean ‘back to the coffin’?”

Vincent couldn’t help but wonder why the golden haired pilot was so worked up over his future. He certainly didn’t give a shit about how many years was he going to spend in darkness. There was nothing left for him anyway.

“Exactly what do you think it could mean, Highwind? There is not much for me to do anyway so I will return to my coffin.”

“You can’t be serious!” yelled Cid surprising Vincent even more.

“I’m always serious, Highwind.” With a dark amusement he watched Cid who started pacing along the room cursing under his breath and trying to find his cigarettes, which were – by the way – in his back pocket.

“Shit, Vince, don’t tell me you don’t have any dream or something you would like to do?”

“I already told you there’s nothing.” Vincent was startled when Cid appeared in front of him, red eyes blinking in surprise under the look of the blue ones.

“Highwind?”

“There must be something.” Whispered Cid. Vincent’s entire body stiffened when the blond pilot dropped his forehead on the slender shoulder and let his arms wrap around the gunman’s waist. Vincent didn’t know what to do. Never before he would think something like that may happen. Slowly and hesitantly he put his human hand on Cid’s shoulder. He wished he knew what to do.

“Why are you so shocked, Highwind?”

“I’m not shocked dammit! I’m concerned. Shit, Vince, you can’t be possibly thinking about returning back to that fucking coffin.

“Why not? It’s not as if it caused you any trouble.”

Cid lifted his head and without giving as much as warning he kissed Vincent. The ruby eyes widened and his mind screamed at him to ran away but his body refused to move. To Vincent shock it seemed as if his limbs had a life on their own wrapping themselves around Cid and holding him closer.

When Cid finally let him go Vincent noticed how shaken the pilot was.

“It would be a problem, Vince. ‘Cause I don’t want just let you go. Especially, into the darkness.”

Vincent didn’t know what to say. He was very touched by such concern but he knew he didn’t deserve it.

“It would be for the best, Highwind. But thank you anyway.”

Slowly slipping away from Cid Vincent walked from the room before something else could happen. After all it wasn’t the first time he couldn’t figure out the situation with Cid Highwind he found himself in.

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Cid stayed in his room for the rest of the day. He needed to think. Not even in his wildest dreams he would thought that from a simple question he would learn something like that about Vincent.

The incredibly alluring man that hunted his dreams since the first moment he laid his sight on him. Cid especially loved the deep red of the gunman’s eyes. The fact that he seemed not to be able got through to him pained the pilot more then anything else. And today’s piece of information was just another stab into his heart. If only he could do something to crack the shell Vincent closed himself into.

Cid had to admit that he wanted Vincent. He couldn’t understand that desperate craving he had for the gunman but it was there. Half of him was grateful to Sephiroth for coincidentally bringing them together. The other half cursed the day he laid his eyes on the mysterious man and started to desire him.

With a silent curse Cid finished his cigarette. Obviously there was nothing he could do to change Vincent’s mind about returning back to the coffin, but he wanted to. The kiss he forced upon the gunman was sweet. He never really tasted something like that. It was highly addictive, seducing on its own. Cid unconsciously ran his tongue over his lips hoping to catch some lasts of the taste. Vincent’s taste.

But it wasn’t there anymore. The wonderful fragrance disappeared shortly after Vincent. Cid still could remember how shaken he was after kissing Vincent like that. After realization that the gunman wasn’t pushing him away and after feeling the slender body melted into his own. For a short moment he thought that was something Vincent wanted as well and from the way he responded Cid assumed that he wanted it as much as himself.

Obviously he was wrong.

The worst part was that it had become unbearable to stay around Vincent, just looking without being able to touch… to hold. Cid wanted to be free act on his desires and tell Vincent how he felt about him but it hurt knowing he – on the other side – meant nothing to Vincent. There was still a chance he meant something to him but Cid wished to know better how much it was. Still it was impossible for him to forget how perfectly the gunman fit into his arms. The perfect body – both – lethal and elegant.

With a deep sigh Cid walked out of his room decided to do some work on his ship instead of worrying himself sick and uselessly waiting for another move against Sephiroth.
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The vulgar and violent cursing made ran off everybody who was working in the engine room a long time ago. Now Cid was all on his own taking off his anger on a piece of engine – that was completely innocent – cursing it along with many other things.

“Damn, fucked up piece of shit!” Cid was so absorbed into cursing and swearing that he didn’t hear the footsteps of the only person on his ship who wasn’t scared of him.

“Something is wrong, Highwind?”

Cid violently lifted his head hitting a stray pipe with his forehead in the process.

“Oh fuck, Vince, you trying to kill me or something?”

The gunman looked at him somehow amused. After all it wasn’t everyday that you got to see the captain hitting his forehead in such a comical way.

“No, some of your crewmen were worried about your health and of course your mood since half of them is scared shitless to come near to you.”

Cid cursed again but then changed his mind and shut up. From his position on the ground he could see Vincent in quite interesting angle. Not that he minded since the gunman looked as alluring as always.

“Well, if my health is included why you don’t go and tell those idiots to scram?” growled Cid under his breath while turning his eyes from the man above him. Vincent frowned and put hand at Cid’s shoulder.

“Are you still angry about me returning into my coffin?”

At this – in Cid’s opinion – stupid question the blond captain snapped and within a second he had the tall gunman trapped half under him and half against the engine. In a blur he noticed the widened crimson eyes and before the owner of those gorgeous eyes could voice any kind of protest he pressed his lips against the gunman’s.

Kissing him deeply and sensually at the same time Cid took his time in running his tongue across the already bruised lips.

It wasn’t right but Cid’s repressed need for Vincent took the best out of him. He didn’t want to hear anything only feel the wonderful feeling of the smooth skin under his lips. Completely loosing his senses of time he gave in what he wanted most.

Vincent.

Cid didn’t understand his luck so far. Theoretically he should be dead by now. The body under him was squirming but only half-heartedly trying to get away. He couldn’t let him go.

Not now.

Not ever.

Sensually Cid unbuttoned the gunman’s shirt with one hand while the other was still holding Vincent’s hands above his head. Not giving Vincent any chance to protest Cid ran his tongue across the dark haired man’s lips before kissing him deeply and hungrily.

Cid didn’t know he wanted the other so badly. But he did and he didn’t plan on stopping to get what he wanted. Throwing all the reason aside Cid, still holding Vincent’s hands, undid the white scarf that was folded neatly next to him on his jacket and used it to tie the slender wrist and golden claw together around one of many pipes.

With both of his hands finally free Cid could fully focus on the seductive body under him. The soft skin under his fingers felt so smooth and soft. The sensation was driving him crazy just by feeling it. An incredible urge to taste it took completely over him and one heartbeat later his lips descent upon Vincent’s neck. The pale sensitive skin tasted sweetly and after hearing a half strangled moan Cid had to fight the urge just brutalized the dark haired gunman on the spot.

No matter how much he wanted to claim him, he didn’t wish to hurt him physically. Deep down he knew that doing this was causing Vincent far worse mental damage but still he wanted to give Vincent as much pleasure as possible. Even though he was forced to accept the hatred that surely was about to come later he wanted this. For the moment being he just wanted the man who was denying him the luxury of touch for far too long. He accepted the consequences of his action as well as the hatred he felt towards himself for doing this to his friend and a man he loved. The act of violation itself was terrifying yet in the light of soft skin under his lips and tender yet strong body he wanted for so long Cid couldn’t care less.

Letting his hands travel around the naked torso while his mouth was distracting Vincent, Cid eventually brushed his finger over the belts of the black lather trousers. At that touch Vincent arched his head backwards freeing his mouth from Cid’s.

“Cid….what ….. the hell….” Before he could voice whatever was on his mind Cid kissed him deeply again and sensually grid his hips into Vincent’s. The red orbs widened at this motion and Cid almost let himself drown in the sensation. Watching Vincent trash his head from one side to another, murmuring incoherent words, while his red bandana loosened and half covered his eyes.

The sight was more arousing then anything Cid saw before. Through the guilt he felt Cid couldn’t help it but feel relieved somehow at the fact that Vincent couldn’t see him. As if it mattered that he couldn’t see what he was doing to him.

When the belts around Vincent’s slender waist were gone Cid knew he was about to really hate himself in the morning. In passing he noticed the thin scars on Vincent’s legs when he dragged the leather pants along with the underwear and mentally thanking to heavens for his luck with the golden covered boots. He didn’t bother to remove his own clothing – he didn’t have time for that. Smirking to himself he lowered his head and took Vincent’s length into his mouth. The sharp intake of breath he could hear from Vincent was more then rewarding.

Blindly trying to reach the Vaseline he was using before Vincent came into the engine room he continued forcefully sucking. If the gunman wanted to voice his concerns he was failing miserably judging by the strained noises he was making instead.

Cid loved the sounds Vincent was making it was making him even more hard then he already was. In deep contrast to the collected and quiet person he usually was it was truly amazing. The pilot wondered if he could make him scream in pleasure.

When his fingers finally reached the slick substance he couldn’t help but grunted when he coated his fingers with it. Part of his mind was screaming at him endlessly to stop straight away but he couldn’t do that and when his slicked fingers entered Vincent’s tight opening there was no was in stopping. Slowly pushing his fingers in and out of the lethal body under him in the accord of his sucking and licking Cid did his best to stretched Vincent.

The captain didn’t quite expect the way Vincent’s body was responding. The velvety walls were clamped around his fingers when he pushed them further determined to find the man’s sweet spot. By the way Vincent suddenly arched – he was successful. And that wasn’t the end of it. In no time the gunman climaxed into Cid’s mouth with a strangled cry but the pilot continued to stretch him while swallowing the slightly salty seed. Then he kissed his way up back to Vincent’s mouth to kiss him deeply. He could tell that the gunman was still overpowered by his climax. Using it as a distraction Cid quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his painfully hard length tickly covering it with the rest of Vaseline. One stroke and deep kiss later Cid withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around the slender waist. Claiming the sensual lips again Cid leaned between Vincent’s legs slowly entering the gunman’s body.

All of his remaining self control was consumed by the delightful heat that surrounded him. He could feel how Vincent stiffed and after few agonizing moments relaxed. Cid couldn’t believe how tight the other male was. Pressing his lips at Vincent’s neck Cid slowly started moving out of the slender body only to slam back.

Vincent who didn’t get enough of time to recover from his previous climax was caught out of guard with a sharp cry when Cid hit his prostate. The captain’s breathing had become erratic when he picked on the speed and force while his arms tightened around the delicious body. On his forehead was sheet of sweat when he continued slamming into Vincent’s body hitting the other man’s sweet spot with every trust.

Both men were beyond the ability to speak with coherent words both of them lost in the scent of each other, sex and engine oil. Cid couldn’t speak or even think his mind registering the sweet pleasure that he was receiving and never wanted to stop but it eventually did.

With one last thrust Cid came. The waves of pleasure took over him and made it impossible for him to see straight. But the feeling didn’t last long. Completely exhausted Cid collapsed on top of Vincent. His breathing was ragged and his body was shaking with fever. The smooth skin under him was covered in thin sheet of sweat and Cid could clearly hear the quick heartbeat.

When he got his own heart under control the blonde pilot gently kissed Vincent’s chest just above his heart. The slight squirm brought him back to his senses. Vincent Valentine looked delicious but that sight summoned quilt into Cid’s mind. He didn’t just violate his friend’s body but his mind as wall. The red headband was covering the alluring red eyes but Cid was sure that he would see hatred in them. As gently as he could Cid pull out of the warm body underneath.

“Vince?”

A moment later he noticed that his lover was unconscious.
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Vincent’s mind was quickly floating in pitch black darkness but for the very first time it didn’t feel terrifying. Actually, it was very comforting. He vaguely remembered how he got there. It was mostly feelings then images. In his mind was struck that Hojo was using his body again but it didn’t feel right. The hands roaming and caressing his body were firm yet gentle.

Hojo never bothered to be gentle with him – quite the opposite actually. Vincent almost moaned when he remembered the sensation. The hands were rough and he was sure that he will find bruises on his body but still the owner of those hands made him feel like he was afraid of hurting him. Which was weird since Hojo never cared about that.

Most of the time the mad scientist was making sure he would cause the gunman as much pain and suffering as possible. Vincent was sure that there were also lips on the sensitive skin of his neck. The kisses they brought were wet and hot and he wished he could feel them again. Not only on his neck but on his lips as well. He didn’t understand why would Hojo decided to kiss him like that but he let it slip away.

It was already strange enough. Usually he felt sick and dirty when Hojo touched him but this time he felt completely different. As crazy as it sounded it felt right. Vincent blinked at that thought. If it was like that then maybe it wasn’t Hojo who touched him. After all, he couldn’t remember the person who he was with. He still couldn’t remember much. From behind him he heard Chaos dry chuckle.

“Wake up.”

Vincent didn’t want to return to Hojo’s lab but staying in the darkness with Chaos wasn’t very bright idea either.

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Vincent Valentine moaned when he woke up and blinked into the dim light. He was lying in comfortable bed in a room he didn’t recognized. When his nose was hit by the strong smell of tobacco he was welcomed with disorientation and confusion. He turned his head aside and saw Cid sitting on a windowsill and smoking. Outside was dark and the light in the room wasn’t much but Vincent was sure that Cid’s hands were shaking. It was an unusual sigh because the captain was always full of self-confidence.

Vincent sat up and loudly hissed when sharp pain shot up his spine. Due to this motion the blanket covering him till then fell on his lap and startled Vincent noticed his body was naked. From the window Cid quickly finished his cigarette and moved to Vincent who covered himself from pure modesty.

“Whoa, lay down. You shouldn’t move like that.”

“Where am I?” asked Vincent when Cid pushed him back into the soft mattress, confusion and fear evident in his voice. Cid took a deep breath carefully wrapping the blanked around Vincent’s naked shoulders. He didn’t really understand why Vincent didn’t shoot him yet but it could be because of the evident disorientation.

“You are in my room.”

“How did I get here?”

“I brought you.”

“But how did I get from the lab? I got to get somehow from the lab!” Vincent frantically shook his head panic slowly taking over him. It was Cid’s turn to stare. First of all he had never seen Vincent acting like that so completely out of his usual collected self.

“What are you talking about? What lab?”

“Hojo’s lab…” as it the name summoned it Vincent suddenly started to trashing around in attempt to free himself from whatever was holding him. The shiver in his voice and wide eyes looking but unseeing made the captain feel quilt seeping through his body when he got the meaning.

“Vince, Hojo’s death, remember? We killed him. There is no lab, no insane scientist. We are on a board of my ship Highwind.” His big hands gently squeezed Vincent’s shoulders firmly pulling him into comforting embrace.

“And I’m sorry.”

Vincent who was still fighting against the invisible fear slowly started calming down still wrapped in the strong arms bringing an unfamiliar feeling of security. Something he didn’t feel for ages. When his mind was able to work again coming down on the terms not being in lab Vincent turned his attention to the strong hands holding him.

~These hands! Highwind’s hands!~

The realization sank down in him. The events in the engine room. Cid’s body firmly pressed against his, while his hands were tied up above his head. Hungry lips attacking his skin after his headband slide down over his eyes. The fear of being back in Hojo’s lab yet the sensation too good to allow him form any kind of protest.

“You did…”

“After you said this morning you wanted to return to your coffin I lost control. I’m sorry for that.” Cid didn’t let him finish, he didn’t want to hear the word rape from the gunman’s lips. Especially when it was true. Experimentally Cid touched Vincent face.

“I was hoping that after a while I will be able to tell you that I care. Your return to that coffin would mean loosing you completely. I didn’t want that to happen. Back in the engine room I lost all the self control I had… Did I… hurt you badly?”

Still in shock, Vincent thought about it. Did the captain hurt him? Carefully he untangled his human arm from the blanked. Around his wrist was dark bruise but as long as he didn’t move with it the pain wasn’t all that bad. When Cid saw that he gently took the injured wrist into his hand and kissed the inner side of the wound. Vincent’s head was spinning when he watched him to slowly kiss the wrist then move his lips towards the gunman’s palm and finally kiss tip of every single finger.

“I’m sorry.”

Those gentle words seemed to make resurface something from deep within of Vincent’s soul.

“But why…my? Why would you…” his voice sounded desperate. He was so scared of what Hojo did that any possible thought of other physical kind of touch was bringing back not only bad memories but also a carnal desire for something he didn’t understand. Because of that he forced himself to keep distance from other people.

Yet it wasn’t enough when it came to Cid Highwind. The pilot didn’t care about his past or anything else, still desire him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Even now when others would simply discard him like an used toy he kept holding him. He didn’t understand Cid for acting this way but he wanted to.

“Vince?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you hate me much?”

“You are not Hojo.”

“That’s not exactly an answer.”

“You didn’t hurt me like him.”

“I don’t think I would be able to experiments on anybody. Still haven’t answered the question.”

“Is it that important?”

“Shit, Vince you are acting like when we took you out of that blasted coffin.”

“And how is it like?”

“Like an emotionless doll.”

“Well what did you expect? You simply tied me up in the engine room and practically rape me.” Vincent was shaking completely ignoring the stunned look on Cid’s face. “And the worst thing is that I’m not sure if I can call it rape because I liked it. Hojo…” he swallowed hardly, “was always making sure to make it as painful as possible… with you… I don’t know… I liked it. I liked it a lot and that’s what I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you made me feel that way.”

Cid took Vincent’s face into his hand and turned it to his own. The scarlet eyes were widened and unsure but the pilot could see there also desperation for something. Instead of saying anything he kissed Vincent slowly and sensually.

“This kiss was different from the one in the engine room.” Said Vincent when he was finally released from under the pilot’s spell.

“I told you already. I thought you were leaving me. All I wanted was to hold you for at least one time. I lost my control over you.”

“Is that what it was in the engine room? Just a lost of control?”

Cid looked firmly into Vincent’s eyes before answering. “Yes, just that. But if you let me I will show you how my confession looks like. Anything that would stop you from leaving me.”

Vincent felt dizzy when he nodded his approval.

“Show me then. Make me stay here with you.”

Cid smiled before he kissed Vincent’s lips sweetly.

“I can do that.”
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This is the result of me not being able to sleep at three in the morning before my exams. And in two weeks I will know how badly I blow it.
Hope you enjoyed.
Murail