When the Highwinds got their Valentine.

When the Highwinds got their Valentine

Author: Racoona
Fandom: FFVII and DoC
Pairing: ValenWind
Warnings: PWP, slash, strange insertion, double penetration, unbetaed and I made Cid short for Cidney
Summary: What happens when Vincent gets jealous of the airship?

Vincent Valentine was a possessive son of a bitch, there was no way to avoid that, having had so many things taken from him, made him highly value what he had. Cid Highwind was a free spirit, or tried to be, but he was a one of those things that Vincent had trouble letting go, let alone sharing, so when the ever loving pilot stood up at the wheel of the Highwind and sweet talked to that machine like he never had sweet talked to anyone else, it pissed Vincent off, and it was time to do something about it.
One night, when the Highwind was down on ground, Vincent went to the bridge and tied the steering wheel up with some rope he’d found lying around, tied it good and tight, the steering contraption wasn’t able to move an inch. Afterwards he placed a big crate in front of the wheel, where Cid usually stood, so his waist reached the top of the steering wheel. Vincent’s work here was done. Before he left, he checked the space between the rudder spikes, it was sufficient.

Now it was time to get the main guest, Cid himself, the sweet talking bastard. Vincent smiled evilly; the poor captain would not be a happy walker the next days to come. Stalking quickly to his lovers quarters, he punched the door opener after inserting his “lover’s privilege” key and stomped in. He stopped and smiled at what he saw, Cid fast asleep, dressed in boxers only, curled up like a baby, fisting his sheets. It wasn’t going to last for long though.

“Whahh!” Was about the only close to intelligible thing Cid managed to say when Vincent hauled him out of bed and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, a sexy sack of potatoes mind you. Vincent looked around and grabbed a small tube of lotion on the bed stand before the gunman hoisted is lover further up on his shoulder and started walking towards the bridge,
“What the hell, Vince?!” the Captain shouted, not all sure if chaos had come forth, or if his emo lover had finally gone around the bend.
“It’s Vincent. You will be punished!” Vincent growled, quite menacingly, which made the blond man shiver, and Vincent, having said man slung over his shoulders, felt the shudder and grinned viciously. This was Vincent’s road to victory, never again would he play second violin to a goddamned airship! He wanted to be sweet talked to damn-it!
“P-punished? What the hell did I do?” Cid stuttered out, starting to wiggle anxiously, almost making Vincent loose his grip, so the gunman flung his humanoid potato sack over across his other shoulder and used his claw to hold him in place.

“What you did? You did nothing, that’s what you did!” Vincent growled, picking up his pace. Cid gulped audibly, and mentally prayed that what he didn’t do wasn’t all that important.
The familiar swish of the two doors leading to the bridge made Cid wary, what had his lover gone and done now? Vincent was never predictable when angry. The captain made a disgruntled sound when he was unceremoniously dumped on the floor, but a glare from his apparently irate lover silenced him from making any further racket.
“What have you been doing today?” Vincent asked, his slightly frightened lover.
“I’ve been fucking flying all day, I swear!” Cid shouted frantically, it sounded almost like his lover was accusing him of cheating, and that was something Cid knew he hadn’t done.

“Exactly, you’ve been flying and sweet talking to that machine as if it was your one thing to live for!” Vincent shouted, he had started to pace frantically, an arm and a claw waving in the air randomly.
Cid stopped; thought, and suddenly it all clicked, Vincent was seriously jealous… of a machine, a freaking air-ship. It would have been all kinds of hilarious if Cid didn’t know that he had actually spent more time tinkering with his machine and talking to it than he had to Vincent, and Vincent was his lover, a human hot male with all the gorgeous necessities. Plus, Vincent had some serious possessive issues, and Cid knew he was considered by Vincent as property, dearly loved property, as the Highwind was to him. So he did the only thing a lover can do when his scorned counterpart is irate, he apologized.

“Damn Vincent,” Cid said lowly “I’m so goddamned sorry, I didn’t know I was hurtin’ yer feelin’s” the pilot said, getting up from the floor. He went up behind Vincent and hugged the taller man, wrapping his sturdy arms around Vincent’s slender waists. The gunman relaxed and let himself be embraced, before an evil glint formed in his eye, he did promise Cid he was going to be punished, and it was time to make due on his promise.
“Wanna go back to bed Vince…” Cid said tiredly, completely content with having his lover safely in his own arms. The gunman never answered, and just before Cid was about to enquire again, the blond pilot was seized by a wrist and flung around so the two lovers were face to face
“I did say you were to be punished, didn’t I?” The seductively chilling tone Vincent was speaking in made Cid want to back away, preferably all the way to his own quarters and lock the door. The tone was feral, dominant, possessive, so completely assertive that Cid was the most prized possession to be owned. Cidney Ramonel Highwind might have been a reckless sonofabitch, but this was a fight he couldn’t win, and a small part in the back of his mind kept nagging him: Maybe Cid didn’t want to win.

A movement so quick that it hardly managed to catch Cid’s eye, it was Vincent’s gold claw, it had ripped his boxers, his last and only bit of modesty to shreds.
“You’re mine Highwind, all mine…” such a sensuous whisper, filled to the brink with emotion. Vincent pushed his lover up against the wall that helped make up the helm of the Highwind and pressed his hips against Cid’s effectively pinning the blonde to the cold steel wall. The pilot hated to be cold, and the wall was fuckall but warm, but when a slow, deliberate and completely mind-blowing thrusting rhythm was set by Vincent and his hips, the thoughts of too cold quickly vanished.

The pilot arched his back, apparently his morning erection, or whatever time it was, had gone quite unnoticed with the entire ruckus Vincent had created, and the hot heavy friction against the area where he needed it the most felt almost too good to be true. Cid’s fingers tried to claw at Vincent’s back, tried to rid him of the heavy garmets he was wearing, the ever present cloak a major hindrance to skin on skin contact.
“Nuh-uh-uh, bad boy, I’m in charge now!” Vincent growled, while prying Cid’s hands off his person and pinning them above the pilot’s head with his claw as he swooped down and attacked the exposed neck that had looked quite tantalizing to him since the moment Cid was rudely waken up.

Cid struggled against his inhumanly strong lover, which was futile, with his thighs pinned open by Vincent’s body, their crotches rubbing, and his hands under the almost painful pressure of the claw, there wasn’t much the strong, by human standards, pilot could do.
Lick, bite, suck nip, fucking mark what’s mine. It was all that stood in Vincent’s mind, and already Cid’s neck was covered in various bruises, and some hellacious bite marks. There were fangs. And the blond was bleeding, pinned, begging, in the same room he was captain, in control, every day. Vincent found the circumstances they were in the strangest aphrodisiac. He owned Cidney Ramonel Highwind, and there was nothing the blond could do about it.

“Come with me…” Vincent whispered hotly in Cid’s ear, before licking it, nibbling on the lobe, sucking on the soft patch of skin below. The pilot hardly registered the words before sparks of pleasure clouded everything not involving Vincent and sex. Then suddenly the wonderful pressure against his crotch was gone, his cock throbbing in its protest, bending up against his stomach, smearing pre cum around, it had all been so good, why weren’t things feeling good anymore? Cid was seized by the wrist and dragged up the short flight of stairs to the small platform where the rudder and door to the conference room was. Then he saw it.

“Vincent, baby, I know you’re freaggin pissed off, but was it nessesc-” Cid started, trying to voice his displeasure about the wheel of his baby being tied up, the crate crowding the space where he used to stand.
“Shut up, Highwind” The gunman said menacingly, his deep voice sending shivers down Cid’s spine. “You have the nerve to be concerned about your ship when I’m the one scorned?!” Hell may have no fury like a woman pissed off, but Vincent scorned was freaky. The gunman pushed his startled lover up against the crate, forcing the pilot to step up on the thing; then Vincent followed and pressed Cid up against the tightly bound helm. His plan was coming to fruition.
Settling comfortably between the spread thighs of his naked lover, Vincent noticed that Cid’s ass was pressing quite uncomfortably up against one of the spikes on the helm, his back having no support, so Vincent wrapped a clawed hand around his lover’s waist to steady them both. Then the kissing resumed, hot, sloppy, clearly pornographic open mouthed kisses was exchanged with vigor, as swollen lips were nipped and soothed in the same instant by eager teeth and wandering tongues.
“Vince, ah- V-Vin.. Too much fucking ah-clothing!” Cid managed to ground out, reaching for the cape clasps, uncontrolled jerky, and his cock so hard and leaking between his own naked stomach and Vincent’s leather clad torso.

Vincent, with a swift movement, unclasped his cloak and let the heavy material pool around his feat, covering the crate he was standing on. Then swift unbuckling and unzipping of his skin tight leather jacket left Vincent’s torso bare to Cid’s wandering fingers. The pilot wrapped his legs firmly around his lover’s waist and pulled them closer once more, before he stared to explore Vincent’s chest with his teeth and tongue. The fitted leather britches that had been a recurring thing in Cid’s most erotic fantasies, was now the most horrid thing in the world, the leather straps holding the pants up were so painful against his exposed dick, but Cid couldn’t cease thrusting, his hips on autopilot, following the incredibly painful pleasure as the pilot continued to suck on Vincent’s pert nipples, while he stroked the hard plains of his stomach. The six-pack drove Cid crazy.

The gunman reached down and undid the laces on his britches and pulled them down, finally freeing his long ignored and overly engorged member, which had started throbbing before he even started executing the plan. Now it was time to finally get his long awaited release. Both the exposed sexes brushed against each other, before the trusting, grinding, right out in-heat humping began once more, with a ferocity that wild animals couldn’t keep up with. Cid was clawing down Vincent’s back, moaning out his pleasure for all to hear. Relieved he could finally feel the flesh of his lover once more, Cid slid his hands down in the back of Vincent’s too-tight-to-be-allowed leather pants and grabbed the tantalizing mounds that had tormented him many a lonely night. He pulled Vincent hard against him, hips meeting hips, cocks grinding, slipping sliding, aided with pre cum, it was too good to be true.

“Ah, Vince!” if it hadn’t been for the steel claw supporting him, Cid would have plain fallen down, surprised as he was when a long wonderful finger nudged his entrance. He was still slick, they had fucked some hours before, but Cid wasn’t complaining.
“Still loose…” Vincent whispered and thrust three fingers in, making the pilot arch even more, his grip shifting from Vincent’s bubble butt to his broad shoulders. “You love your Highwind, right?” Vincent asked his lover, and against his better Judgment, Cid sprouted his usual answer “Hell yeah”!
“You want to get fucked?” Vincent whispered fiercely, his breath tickling Cid’s ear in the most pleasurable ways. The blond squirmed
“Of course I f’ckin want it!” Cid growled.” Only three months ago, if someone had told him that he’d be addicted to cock, he would have laughed before pummeling them, but now all he wanted was Vincent’s big fat piece of meat shoved so far up his hole that he could taste it.

“Well… since you love your Highwind so much…” the gunman had a evil look about him, Cid wasn’t sure what would be happening. Then suddenly, the claw shifted it’s grip, and Vincent used both arms to lift Cid up, the pilot scrambling to hold on to his lover’s shoulders. Something nudged Cid’s hole, it was hard, smooth, and definitely not Vincent’s cock, Cid noticed belatedly that he was slowly being lowered down on his own steering wheel, more specifically, one of the thick hardwood spikes. Now he finally understood why his Highwind was tied up.
“Ahhh! Vincent, You evil fucker!” Cid shouted, hands squeezing shoulders and thighs clenching around a waist, cock rubbing against cock as he was being fucked, literally, on the wheel he steered his ship with every day, impaled completely on one of the spikes. “I fucking hate you-ahhh!” Vincent pulled his lover back up from the spike impaling him so beautifully, before dropping him back down.
“Not right, Vincen-ahh! Not fucking right!” the pilot cried. The blond stocky man made a hell of an image, impaled on his own steering wheel, withering in Vincent Valentine’s arms like a oversexed whore.

“What’s not right, my beloved?” Vincent asked sweetly, too sweetly, “I adore seeing you impaled like that, on a wooden spike, and you’re moaning like the cock slut you are!” the gunman knew he was pushing limits, Cid hated derogative names in bed, but he wanted to really drive the point in, he was much better to tinker with than any godforsaken airship! A low murmur of “I’m not a cockslut…” softened Vincent, he placed two fingers under Cid’s chin; he had lowered his head, and forced his gaze upwards, so their eyes met. Vincent smiled softly.
“You want me Cid? You want me deep inside you?” The blond nodded and buried his face in Vincent’s neck. The pilot would go to hell and back before he admitted it, but he was perfect bottom material, something Vincent had discovered to his delight.
Vincent steadied his still impaled lover with his claw, as always, careful not to rip at the already scarred skin of his lover, before he brought his flesh hand to Cid’s mouth
“Suck” he ordered, he heard some grumbling, something like ‘bossy bastard’ or what have you, before his fingers were sucked into the sweet and talented mouth that, luckily for Vincent, belonged to Cid Highwind. The pilot played with the digits inserted to his mouth, wrapped his tongue around them, imitating another sexual act that he had a particular affinity for, especially when he could look up at Vincent’s pleasure filled face when he did it.

Soon the gunman pulled his now saliva drenched fingers from his lover’s greedy mouth and guided them down to the stretched hole, already impaled.
“Wh-What the hell are you doing?” Cid asked, when he felt a finger nudge its way inside right beside the thick wooden spike, stretching the pilot even more, working in and out; adding a good bunch of stimulation to the already abused hole.
“I’m punishing you, Cid, remember?” Vincent whispered hotly in his lovers ear before he began nibbling, sucking and biting on it, while introducing another finger in alongside the spike, both of them loosening up the tight sphincter, preparing it for Vincent’s cock.

“It’s too much goddamnit!” Cid groaned helplessly as he was impaled and fingered at the same time. He knew Vincent wouldn’t be deterred. A third finger joined the other two, and it hurt so exquisitely good without any lube, Cid thrived on sexual pain.
“No it’s not, you can take it; Cid Highwind can do anything, can’t he?” Vincent said, breath labored, and control stretched, his lover looked so good at the moment, he wanted to cum all over that ruggedly handsome face, he wanted to drive his cock inside that tight ass, right beside that wooden pole, Cid would forever be marked: belongs to Vincent Valentine!

The Gunman couldn’t take it any longer, he placed his cock up against the stretched pucker, he felt Cid hold on to him more fiercely, and started pushing the head of his member up beside the thick wooden pole, Cid’s muscles danced at the strain, having never been stretched so widely ever before, Vincent was no small-fry, and it felt so good. The hard pressure of the wood against Vincent’s dick, and Cid’s clenching muscles gave a lovely meaning to the saying “between a rock and a hard place”.
“Ahh, Vince, fuckfuckfuck!” The pilot groaned, his mind reeling and colors flashing before his eyes. So full, so stretched, so fucking incredible good! The blond pilot clung to his heavenly tormentor as Vince began to move, gently pushing Cid up and down the pole as the gunman thrust into that warm inviting hole, quivering as it was, muscles clenching, it felt better than ever, the smooth wood adding a sensation previously unknown.

“You like that, Cid?” Vincent whispered hotly in his lovers ear, the only response he got was the tightening of limbs around his shoulders and hips, and a sexy mewl that should have been forbidden, nothing sounding that willingly needy could have stayed legal.
“You love your Highwind, darling?” Vincent purred dangerously, his hot breath tickling Cid’s face. “No answer then?” he continued, pulling out and thrust back in, hard, violently. Cid screamed as he clutched his lover, as if Vincent were the last line holding him from utter madness. “No? Maybe you love the Highwind more than me, huh?” the gunman was speaking again, tone teasing, “Then maybe you just don’t need me…” he feigned hurt and started to pull out of the tight heat that had been crushing his member against the polished wood.

“No! Nonononono! Please, Vincent! Ohgod, please, love you more, loveyoumore!” Cid had a firm grip on his lover buttocks, and used that leverage to help push Vince back inside, right where he fucking belonged. “Need you, have me!” Cid’s plea was all it took.
They strained against each other, moving as best they could, whimpers spilling from kiss swollen lips, it felt so good, but: it was getting frustrating, having Cid impaled double was most certainly a pleasure all in itself, but Vincent didn’t want to hurt his lover by thrusting too hard with the hard unyielding wood placed in such a vulnerable place. As He continued to move in and out of his lover, he came to a decision. The gunman shifted his grip, making for easier lifting, and gently removed Cid from the wheel, the blond whimpered when the wood left his bowels. All clear, danger not present.
Vincent flung Cid down onto the hard wooden floor, making the blond grunt at the impact, confused once more, before his lover pounced, with something feral glinting in his eyes. Cid was now fair game, no chance of hurting him now! Thrusting inside smoothly, Vincent immediately began pounding at his lover’s sweet ass, lifting the legs that had wrapped around his waist up over his shoulders, allowing for deeper, more thorough penetration. The claw was used to pin Cid’s wandering hands above the blonde head, they had been playing with Vincent’s nipples, a sure way to make him come early, and that wasn’t going to happen, Cid would beg for it!

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure thrumming through his body, his prostate battered and bruised so lovely that it was a sheer mind blower. It was too good to be true, the gorgeous male on top of him was looking down at him with lust, love, adoration and a whole lot of possessiveness. A particularly well aimed thrust had the gunman’s length hitting just right, and Cid cried out, hands tried to break loose, he wanted it, oh yeah; he wanted it so bad!
“Fuuuck, Vince! Please let me have it! Let me fucking have it!” Cid yelled, feeling the dick moving inside him suddenly slammed home with much more ferocity, speed, it was bliss! And in a moment of distraction, he managed to pry his hands free from under Vincent’s clawed grip and immediately wrapped his hands around his lovers neck, drawing the gunman down for a openmouthed kiss that was just a bit to violent, and too sloppy to be less than totally perverted. Vincent pressed down his torso, forcing Cid’s thighs down do far that they touched his own stomach
“You feel so good, so good, Cid, my Cid, Cid, Cid, CID!” Sex made Vincent talkative, and he always focused everything he said on the blond man who was currently straining beneath his moving frame.

The frantic movement continued, a savage rhythm created by powerful emotion and the need to fall over the edge and into the abyss with each other. Every whimper, mewl, every foul mouthed sailor’s curse spurred Vincent on, he drove into Cid like a madman, clutching the powerful body as they used each other.
“Vince, I’m gonna cum, gonna, gonna fuck-! Ahhh!!” The pilot let out a high pitched groan that reverberated through them both as he came in thick white spurts, almost painting their chests white, muscles clenching around his wonderful intruder, making Vincent bite down on his shoulder, hard, coating Cid’s insides with the proof of their passion.

They severed their connection and collapsed, Vincent on top, Cid’s leg’s still over his shoulders. The pair kissed lazily, smoothly, tongues dancing and lips caressing, not caring that their physical connection was over.
Cid was wondering if he should make Vincent jealous more often
“Don’t think about it Highwind,” the gunman growled before kissing Cid again.
“Think about what?” The pilot answered, the ever famous Highwind grin plastered across his face. Vincent sighed, almost as if he was about to do a chore he didn’t particularly like,
“You liked my punishment too much I’m guessing,” Vincent spoke in an almost dramatic tone “So...” He sighed before the fake-pained expression gave in to a lecherous grin: God bless mako induced recovery periods, Vincent thrust his re engorged member back inside his wonderfully abused and spent lover
“I’m just going to have to show you who you belong to!”
The only thing Cid could do was whimper.