Chaos' theory

Title: Chaos’ theory
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: NC – 17 explicit sex. Rape? You tell me.

Author’s note: What could be worse for a normal, straight man than to have his mind invaded by demons? To have it invaded by gay demons….

Dedicated with love to Erfan Startled

Summary: Cid is gay. So is Chaos. Is Vincent?

*You simply don’t know what you are missing, Valentine. I mean, just look at him. I’ve never seen so much rugged manliness in one short body. And he’s completely in lust with you. Who could ever resist him?*

*Any straight man could,* Vincent sighed at the purring voice in his mind. Lately Chaos had been surfacing more and more often, always when Cid was around, and each time the demon had slipped increasingly obscene images and thoughts into Vincent’s mind. The very sight of the blonde captain seemed to whip Chaos into drooling arousal and it was all Vincent could do to keep the demon down. *Are you in heat, or something?* He added acidly.

*You have shut your emotions away far too much, my dear host. It’s not healthy. And it makes living inside you very boring.*

*Feel free to move, and good riddance to you.* Vincent tried to shut the demon’s voice out, but lately that too had been almost impossible. He had to endure the endless ramblings about Cid’s strong back, blue eyes, gorgeous ass, not to mention a whole lot of very crude jokes about spears…It was really starting to annoy him.

It didn’t help that Cid was so obviously shared the demon’s lusts. Although the captain had backed off immediately when Vincent icily had told him that his attentions weren’t wanted, there where still a smouldering, aching fire in the blue eyes when he glanced at Vincent. The captain kept doing stupid, unwanted things such as throwing himself in front of anyone attacking Vincent, parrying and swearing, or making sure to hang around when Vincent felt down and really just wanted to be alone; silly, doting things that was getting on Vincent’s nerves. He’d snapped off the captain often enough, but all he ever got for it was a hurt look on Cid’s face as his cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and some mumbled apology. And then the captain did it all over again, hanging on Vincent’s heels with dodged determination.

Yuffie, of all people, had cornered Vincent one night and called him cold-hearted and callused; it was one thing, she said, not to love someone back and quite another to keep on hurt them. Vincent had ignored her and walked away. Love? He doubted the crude, brutal captain even knew the meaning of the word. No, Cid lusted for him, like so many others had done. He wanted to get into Vincent’s pants and that was it; looking for his own satisfaction, not caring about Vincent’s.

*And anyway,* he threw the cold thought at Chaos, *I’m straight. I love women.*

*You loved one woman, Valentine. That doesn’t mean that this time you can’t lust for a man. Especially not a man like that…. You are scared, that is all. Frightened because you haven’t been with a man before.*

*Oh, be quiet already! You can’t dare me into being gay, you know!* Vincent sighed aloud, but even that small sound drew Cid’s attention.

“Hey Vince, ya alright?” Cid turned around in the couch where he’d been pretending to watch some old movie on television. The rest of Avalanche had already gone to sleep and the two of them where the only ones still awake.

“Yes, yes.” Vincent said annoyed, looking up from the book he’d been trying to read at the other end of the Inn’s common room. “I’m quite alright, mr Highwind. There’s no need to pamper me.”

“A’right, jest asking…” Cid mumbled and turned back, once more looking desolate.

*That is it, Valentine.* Vincent jumped, as Chaos, sounding more decisive than ever, suddenly grabbed a firm grip on his mind. *This is all for your own good, dear host…. *

Vincent tried to gasp, tried to shout for help, but couldn’t as Chaos mentally stepped forward and rather harshly took control of his mind and body. Stretching Vincent’s long limbs, Chaos smiled. This wasn’t a battle transformation, which was short lived and complete in the way that Chaos stepped forward into the world in its own body. No, this was a half-way transformation, Chaos controlling Vincent’s body and most of his mind. But not all; Vincent was still horribly aware of what the demon was doing.

*This must be what it is like for them, living inside me!* Vincent yelled and struggled, but to no avail.

*Just so, dear host. Enjoy yourself; I intend to.* Chaos put the book aside and rose, sauntering over to the couch.

*No!* Vincent raged, struggling harder as he realised with horror what the demon intended.

*Oh, yes.* Chaos smiled.


“I’m sorry.” Chaos leaned over the couch, picking with the threadbare cloth.

“What?” Cid startled, surprised at seeing Vincent, who usually avoided all human contact, hanging over the couch just by his neck.

“I was being very rude. You were only concerned for me. I apologise.” He leaned closer, red eyes meeting blue. There was something a bit odd with Vincent tonight, but Cid couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Um…’is alright.” Cid didn’t know what to think, but as always when Vincent was close his heart started beating faster.

“Well then, maybe I can make it better than alright.” Chaos leaned forward, human hand sliding up Cid’s neck, which made goose bumps of pleasure run all over the sun kissed skin, as Chaos hesitantly moved forward to kiss him.

Cid’s blue eyes got huge with surprise, but fire spread through his blood instantly as Chaos opened his lips to let the captain’s tongue in. Red eyes shut, the demon trembled with pent-up lust as the kiss turned harsher, hungrier, but inside Vincent wailed, unheard.

“Vince….” Cid said hoarsely as they pulled aside to breathe. Confusion and fragile hope shone in blue eyes.

Chaos smiled, still stroking the soft hairs and strong neck.

“I know. But I’ve been frightened for this far to long –“ *I am not frightened! I don’t want this!* Vincent screamed, but was ignored “- but not any longer.” Licking his lips, Chaos gracefully moved over the back of the couch, landing gently with his head in Cid’s lap, his long body laying draped over the couch. Cid gasped as a hand started pulling at his belt-buckle whiles Chaos nuzzled his face against the pants over Cid’s groin.

“Vince…Vince, are ya sure about this?” Cid panted as his pants were finally opened and his already hard erection freed.

“Oh yes.” Chaos slid down from the couch to kneel between Cid’s legs. Flicking his tongue around the cock he smiled. “Very sure.”

Vincent was trapped, he couldn’t regain control and tear himself away as Chaos started to lick and suck Cid’s arousal, but he couldn’t flee anywhere either. And he couldn’t throw up, which was really what he wanted to do the most. The violation made him want to vomit even as his body, in the demon's control, was quickly getting very aroused as well.

Cid’s hand was on his head, not pushing but gently guiding whiles the captain’s legs trembled around him. Small moans and gasps escaped him as Chaos throated him, but the demon wouldn’t settle for this. When Cid was hard as stone in his mouth, Chaos climbed up into his lap. Hooded, red, needy eyes met wondrous, lust-filled blue.

“Take me, mr High…chief,” Chaos was trembling with need now, his voice begging. The pure submissiveness made Vincent appalled with disgust as his dignity, which he fought so hard to keep in any situation, was smashed to pieced by the demon’s whorish behaviour. “Take me now. Take me hard. I want you so bad. I *need* you, right now!”

Whatever doubts Cid had had about Vincent’s odd behaviour was completely eradicated by Chaos confession; with a sound that was almost a growl the captain pushed the slender dark-haired man back on the couch, tearing at his clothes. Chaos laughed breathlessly as callused, warm hands moved all over him, touching all, wanting all. His legs moved aside as he grabbed the captain to pull him inside, Vincent’s body undulating as he tried to move closer. Vincent screamed in horror. Every nerve of his body was on fire, fuelled by demon lust and hard caresses, but he didn’t want this, he didn’t want….

Cid stopped. He was on his hands and knees, leaning over the naked, quivering body beneath him.

“What? What? Why are you stopping?” Chaos whined, trying to pull him down.

Cid was already dripping pre-come, but shook his head. His voice was thick with lust as he said.

“We need some lube. Got some in my room. Don’t go anywhere.”

“No!” Chaos pouted, writhing. “There’s no need. Just…just take me now!”

Cid’s eyes got a worried glint.

“I ain’t gonna dry-fuck ya, Vince. That would jest hurt ya.” He pulled a finger along the pale jaw. “And I ain’t gonna hurt ya, ya know? I’m gonna make this real good for us…”

With one last kiss he scrambled of the couch, wincing pushed his straining cock into his pants and hurried away, throwing longing glances behind him.


*Hmmm….* Chaos sounded thoughtful but not more so than that he could gather up some pillows and place himself belly-down on them.

*Don’t do this!* Vincent was trembling with fear now. *Don’t do this! He’ll rape me!*

*Rape you? Is that what you will tell him tomorrow? Because if you tell him the truth it will break him, you know. He’ll never be able to forgive himself. Is that what you want?*

*I…* Vincent didn’t know what to say; Chaos was right. Cid didn’t know what he was doing. He’d asked several times if it was alright for Vincent, and Chaos had told him it was. In anything, Vincent was stunned to realise that the captain seemed actually concerned for him – why else gets the lube against Chaos wishes? And yes, it would shatter the surprisingly fragile captain if he ever found out…*You are the one raping me!* he thought furiously at Chaos.

*Nonsense. You like it. You are just afraid to admit it.* Chaos turned eagerly as the sound of Cid’s hurried approach could be heard.


“Got it!…damn, Vince…” Cid’s voice trailed off as he caught sight of Vincent’s naked pale body laying spread out on the couch, dark-hair thrown back, red eyes burning with desire. “Ya have no idea how long I’ve waited for this….”

Crouching by the couch he squeezed out some lube on to his fingers. Caressing down the slope of the spine, his fingers finally penetrated the sweet ass. Chaos gasped with pleasure; Vincent tried to shut his eyes but couldn’t because it wasn’t his eyes any more, thinking over and over to himself *He’s not trying to hurt you, he’s not trying to hurt you… he doesn’t know what he’s doing!*

*Fucking hell!* Chaos swore, wriggling and squirming with arousal around the clever fingers. *He knows exactly what he’s doing!*

Aloud he panted:

“E…enough, please! I can’t…take me now, before I just come!”

But Cid kept kissing him, kept working him to expand him until Chaos had to bite the pillows, the demon undone by arousal. First then did Cid climb up the coach in between long legs.

“Jest tell me if I’m being too rough, a’right?” he mumbled.

“I like it rough,” Chaos panted.

“Yer just too much, Vince!” And with that, Cid carefully pushed inside him.

Vincent felt as if he was drowning. Chaos arousal washed over him, threatening to wash all his own resentment and fear away. He clung to his disgust, but it was almost impossible; the emotions rattling him were too strong. Cid pulled him up on his knees, and Vincent would have balked at the submissive position but couldn’t because Chaos was gasping and panting and pushing against the captain, and somehow, somehow it just felt so *good*….

Fiercely he clung to pride and dignity and his appalled disgust for the situation. This was rape; he didn’t want it, he wasn’t gay!

When the orgasm swept through him, Chaos abruptly stepped back. Vincent shuddered and screamed as the pure force of pleasure hit his unprepared mind that was suddenly thrown back into control to deal with every sensation. His knees turned to water, but Cid held him and as the captain came inside him, Vincent screamed in bliss into the pillow and for one second he feared he would black out. Deep inside he could hear Chaos mocking laughter. *Not gay, my dear host? Now that you finally lost your precious, worthless virginity I hope you’ll treat us all to more of these wonderful scenes!*

Vincent could have sobbed, in shame and confusion and fear, but Cid was of course oblivious to what had really happened. With a shuddering sigh he fell down over Vincent, scooped him up in his arms and held him so very tight, as if he never wanted to let him go again.

“Vince…that was so damned good…” he mumbled, kissing along Vincent’s jaw, nuzzling his face against silky black hair. There were no sense of triumph or conquest of sudden loss of interest now that he’d got what he wanted. Just a sated, now sleepy wonder in his voice. “Stay with me, would ya? Please tell me this wasn’t a one- night thing. I…I luv ya.”

Vincent lay very still, pretending to be asleep. Something inside him seemed to have been broken, a prison of cold and fearful bars around his heart that now lay shattered. Against Cid’s warm chest he felt protected, not smothered, the strong arms holding him were caring, not demanding. He was still trying to deal with all the strong emotions that had been set free; there were no reason to be afraid now that the worse had already happened and it had turned out to be….wonderful. He opened his eyes to meet Cid’s for the first time that night, although Cid couldn’t know that. In the blue eyes he saw fear, fear of loosing him, a quivering hope. And love.

“I’ll stay,” he mumbled and let Cid pull a blanket over them both. “I’ll stay.”