Materia for Sex

STORY: Materia for Sex
PAIRING: Cid x Vincent
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Stop materia has another use other than battle, and Cid wants to try it.

A/N: lol... I just noticed the title could be interpreted in a different way. XD

“Hey you.”

Vincent took a few seconds to finish the sentence he was reading before glancing up from his book. He eyed the pilot before him, noticing he wore his trademark grin on his face. Wondering what the pilot was up to, he raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

Cid shrugged, still grinning. “I just found another way to have a little more fun in bed.”

Of course, what was on Cid’s mind was related to sex. Vincent wasn’t the least bit surprised. For the past few weeks Cid had been bringing new things into the bedroom, wanting to spice things up. Sighing, he looked Cid in the eye, attempting to hide his interest. “And what’s that?”

“This.” The pilot simply responded by pulling out a green materia out of his pants pocket and holding it up.

The gunman quirked an eyebrow at him. This was new to him. This had to be the first time in his life he wasn’t even sure how to respond to a given situation.. “… Ma… Materia?” He said sarcastically, holding back his chuckle. A smirk appeared across his face, not of interest, but of amusement. “Materia is going to make our romance life more fun?”

“It’s going ta make our sex HOTTER is what its gonna do!”

Vincent cringed at Cid’s upward inflection. He sighed, setting his book aside before pinching the space between his eyes. “Okay… and HOW does this work?”

“You’ll find out when we get ta that point.” He said, shoving the materia back into his pants pocket before grabbing the gunman’s arm and yanking off of the couch and to his feet. The gunman let out a small whine as he stumbled forward, landing against Cid and nearly ramming his head into the pilot’s. “So let’s start now shall we?” He brought his hands up to cup Vincent’s face and brought him in for a hard kiss.

Vincent could only smirk into the kiss. He figured he’d play along for now. He melted onto Cid, wrapping his arms around his neck, opening his mouth further to let Cid in.

The pilot didn’t hesitate, sticking his tongue into Vincent’s mouth and fighting with the gunman’s own tongue. Cid could never get enough of Vincent’s taste, which usually was of sweet cherry. Not only that, Vincent had a particular taste to him in general that drove Cid crazy, he couldn’t really describe it. Then again, everything about Vincent drove him crazy, especially that way Vincent rubbed his groin against his, which he was doing right then and there. Cid had no clue if it was habit by now or still on purpose. Either way, he loved it.

Somehow they eventually made it up to Cid’s (and now Vincent’s) bedroom, mouths still locked in a heated battle. It took both of them to convince themselves to break away to get some air. The pilot took the opportunity to shove Vincent onto the bed, climbing on top of him and placing a hand on each of his shoulders to pin him down. He looked down into the pale man’s face grinning.

Vincent smirked. “Is this part of the game as well?”

“We can make it a part of it. But first, take yer clothes off.” Cid replied, leaning down to nip at the gunman’s chin.

“If I recall…” Vincent began, causing Cid to pause for a brief moment. “We made a rule that both of us have to be naked at the same time or neither of us would be.” His eyes narrowed as he saw Cid pout.

“Jus’ for this one night… pleeaaasseee?” He gave Vincent his best puppy dog eyes he could. “What if I told ya it was part of what I have planned?”

The gunman rolled his eyes. “Fine. Just this one night though… and you owe me one night in return.”

“Oh when I’m through with ya yer gonna forget all about it.” The pilot grinned, helping Vincent strip off his clothes and toss them aside. Once the gunman’s clothes were completely off, Cid took the liberty to run his hands along his sides and nuzzle his face in the crook of Vincent’s neck. “If I know anythin’ about ya Vince, it’s that yer very forgetful.”

Vincent was about to reply to that statement but he choked on his words. He wasn’t expecting for Cid to grab his ass so roughly, pulling his ass cheeks apart. “Ngh… rough much?” He grunted, running a hand across Cid’s back up to the back of his head, running his fingers through blond locks. The pilot didn’t respond and continued sucking and nipping down his body. He moaned as Cid reached his nipple, licking and gently biting the hardening nub. Every sensation Cid gave to him just made him squirm, the light dragging of his fingertips against his skin, his tongue, and even his stubble and how it tickled him. Cid was the best when it came to where he was sensitive and how to stimulate those areas. Suddenly he felt a finger slip into his entrance and let out a soft whine. The pilot’s finger simply prodded in and out of his tiny hole, almost teasing him.

Cid smirked to himself as Vincent became more vocal. After he felt satisfied that he had done enough with the gunman’s nipple, his face went further down, stopping at Vincent’s groin and began to purposely breathe heavily on the gunman’s hardness. Vincent bucked his hips upward but Cid was ready, using his free hand to grasp the gunman’s hip to keep it steady. Cid learned that Vincent was extremely predicable when it came to these things, actually to everything the gunman did. It taught him what food to feed Vincent for example, ever since the day when Cid first gave him breakfast sausage to eat and Vincent reacted with a face full of disgust and he did that every time Cid cooked breakfast sausage. After awhile Cid had began to cook sausage without reason to eat it, just to mess with the gunman.

Vincent groaned, his hand clawing against the pillow as he continued to squirm every time the pilot breathed or licked his cock. Finally he couldn’t stand it and he snapped his head forward glaring at the pilot. “Stop fucking teasing me! Either you do something or I’ll make you do something!”

Cid could only chuckle as he looked at the gunman, who started pouting. “Fine fine.” He replied, sitting himself up and hovered over the gunman.

“Thank God…” Vincent’s head fell back against the pillow in relief. Not to long after he saw a flash of green out of the corner of his eyes, and he looked down at Cid again, who held the materia he had before close to his groin. “A little to early for cure don’t you think so chief?” Cid flashed a grin at him, which made Vincent swallow nervously.

“This ain’t no cure materia Vince.” He said, putting the green orb back into his pants pocket.

“Then what is it?”

“Stop materia.” Cid leaned across the bed, opening a drawer in the end table and pulling out a small bottle.

“Stop… materia?” Vincent quirked an eyebrow at him before looking down towards his crotch. Nothing felt different. He honestly couldn’t think of a way that stop materia would effect their sex. But he figured he would play along with Cid’s little game for now.

“Mmmhmm.” Cid nodded, not giving the gunman much explanation. He opened the bottle he retrieved and poured some of the liquid onto his hand. He unzipped his pants and took out his own hardness, using the lube to coat his length all the while Vincent watched him. The gunman’s face went red as he watched Cid stroke himself, either deliberately or non-intentionally, coating himself. When he was satisfied, Cid snaked his hand down between the gunman’s legs, who opened them nice and wide for the pilot. He slipped a finger into the gunman, sliding it in and out and then adding another finger, stretching Vincent.

Vincent moaned as he felt Cid prep him, his thick fingers sliding around inside of him. Every time the pilot did that it made him want Cid’s cock more and made him even more impatient. Good thing Cid had also learned that about the gunman, otherwise Vincent was sure that the pilot would take his time. Finally he felt Cid’s fingers leave him and was replaced by an even larger objects protruding against his entrance. He looked down at the pilot whimpering, getting annoyed with how slow he was taking things. “Fuck… please…” He breathed.

“That’s on the agenda right?” Cid groaned as he pushed into the gunman, pushing in until he was halfway in before he snapped his hips forward, driving his length deep into the raven-haired man.

Vincent cried out, the sudden impact nearly throwing over the edge. If Cid hadn’t teased him so much before he wouldn’t be on the brink of his orgasm already. But he held it back with all the might and control he currently had before he lost it.

Cid went slowly at first, nearly going crazy on how tight Vincent was. He couldn’t believe they’ve been having sex for months and yet Vincent still felt like a tight virgin to him. It almost turned Cid on; Vincent had experience but still moaned and whined and felt as tight as a virgin school girl. He groaned as he picked up the pace after hearing Vincent start to whine, hinting he wanted it faster. “Ah damn…” He breathed, leaning forward while pushing and bending Vincent further, changing the angle to hit that sweet spot inside of him.

“AHH!” Vincent screamed as Cid hit his prostate, throwing his head back while his arms wrapped around the pilot, clutching onto him.

“Yeah ya like that?” Cid smirked as he watched Vincent fall into a pure state of ecstasy. He moved even faster, pounding into the gunman with much force, nailing that certain spot inside of him each time.

“Ngh… Oh god…” He was panting, his entire mind and body concentrating on the thick cock that was penetrating him. Vincent couldn’t get enough of Cid and his dick. It filled him up completely, almost overwhelmingly. But nothing else could put Vincent in the state he was in now. Soon he started feeling numb, that rush of pleasure flowing through his spine between his groin and head. Spots formed in front of his eyes as he lost all control.

Cid noticed Vincent was about to come, and prepped himself for his own release by shoving himself further into Vincent. He felt the gunman clench around his cock, which just threw him over the edge. He slammed a final time into Vincent spilling his seed deep inside of him. “Fuck!” He groaned, his release consuming him. “Damn…”

“Ah! Ahhh! I’m coming!” Vincent yelled as he felt Cid come, feeling his own orgasm slap him across the face. He slammed his eyes shut. “Ngh!” He knew he was about to come, all those sensations were all there. But it stopped. As the haze dissolved from his vision, he opened his eyes. He blinked in confusion, the pressure of his supposed orgasm still there but not releasing. “What…?” It’s like his orgasm had just stopped.

Cid glanced at the gunman after he too composed himself. He grinned as he caught the eye of the gunman, who stared at him in disbelief. “Fun huh?”

“What the hell did it do?!”

Cid sat up, letting Vincent stretch out his legs while keeping himself inside of the gunman. “I happened ta overhear a conversation between Cloud and Barrett. Cloud was braggin’ how he used stop materia on Tifa ta stop her orgasms ta make the actual sex part even better for her. And from what I could figure out, it was the best damn sex they’ve ever had.” He explained, grabbing Vincent’s length and giving it a few rough strokes, who cried out in response. “So I thought ‘I just gotta try that with Vince!’.”

Vincent shot him a look. “Cid does it ever cross your mind that I am A MAN AND NOT A WOMAN??!!”

“So? It works the same way don’t it?” He smiled.

Vincent could only stare at the pilot in annoyance. Suddenly he felt the pilot grab his waist roughly and forced him to twist around onto his hands and knees. As soon as he was steady, Cid began pounding into him once again, that feeling of near release again building up inside of him. He’d have to admit, it did make the sex itself more pleasurable for him, but the fact he couldn’t release it when his body needed to was torture for him. He felt the pilot lean over him, placing his mouth right next to his ear, breathing harshly. “This is… this isn’t fun anymore!” Vincent gasped as Cid struck him sharply in his sweet spot.

“Stop denying it. Yer lovin’ it aren’tcha?” Cid breathed, continuing to thrust mercilessly into the gunman.

Vincent grunted at every thrust, attempting to catch his breath to speak again. “You… ah…” He breathed, trying to concentrate on his words while his head swam. “Don’t expect me to forget this. I’m… doing the same thing to you… and I’ll combine it with All Materia to make it worse for you… ngh…” Finally he let his head hang, the pleasure overwhelming all of his functions.

“Sounds like fun.” Cid snickered before focusing at the task at hand: make Vincent lose it completely. So far he was successful. Vincent was gasping and crying out with every movement and every thrust he made. He could feel the gunman shake, trying to keep himself steady even though his arms were against the fight. Cid felt a hint of pity and paused, grabbing Vincent’s arms and making him arch his back to place his chest against the bed. Not only would it give the gunman’s arms a rest, it provided Cid with the perfect angle to ram into him. Cid continued, shoving his length inside Vincent, showing no mercy to poor little pale ass.

Thought was no long a process working inside Vincent’s head. Only the thought ‘make sure you breathe’ was actually still working. He trembled, his release building up inside him again, just layering itself on top of the other orgasm he was suppose to have had. Tears started swelling up in his eyes, the pleasure being too much to bear. “Cid…” He choked, crying out as Cid shifted to hit that deep spot inside of him even harder. “Oh God!”

“Ya gonna cum?” Cid breathed, his hand gripping the tiny waist harder, his fingers most likely were going to leave marks against the gunman’s skin.

“Unnn uhhh!” He couldn’t even find the ability to form words anymore. Crimson eye’s slammed shut as he gasped, a bolt of electricity raced up his spine to his neck. His head felt heavy, his mind was swimming, and as soon as he felt the rush he so desperately needed, it was gone. His orgasm stopped again, the aftereffect getting worse and worse every time. He sobbed, his groin feeling like it was going to explode. Vincent felt the pilot leave him and his body quickly fell to his side, breathing hard. He mustered up enough strength to lift him up with one arm and looked back at Cid, who was removing his shirt.

Cid threw his shirt aside and caught the eye of the gunman. “Gettin’ sweaty.” He calmly said before removing his pants as well. “Bit of a work out for an old man like me.”

Vincent could only watch the pilot remove the rest of his clothing, his eye’s glued to his hardness for some reason, part hoping Cid would put it back in and part hoping he wouldn’t.

Cid noticed the gunman was staring at him, notably his groin. “Like what ya see?” He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Vincent’s in a deep kiss before pulling away. “I wanna cum all over your pretty face. Can I?” He whispered. Cid usually wasn’t one to ask to do something, he usually just did it. But for right now, Cid would make an exception. He wanted Vincent to have the sex night of his life as well. The gunman nodded and he crawled up, placing a leg on either side of the gunman’s shoulders, straddling him.

A sigh escaped his mouth before Vincent took the pilot into his mouth. He gripped the base of Cid’s cock before moving his head up and down the best that he could in the position he was in.

The pilot moaned as he watched the gunman suck on his cock, red eyes darting up every so often. Cid slowly moved himself closer to make it easier for Vincent to reach him, placing his hands on his head and running them through his black hair.

Vincent continued bobbing his head, sucking and swirling his tongue around the pilot’s cock, tasting his precum that dripped out. Vincent gave a few final sucks before sliding the pilot’s length out of his mouth, kissing the tip before running the bottom of the length with his tongue while watching Cid for his reaction.

“Ah shit… you know I like it like that.” Cid breathed, tucking some black strands of hair behind the gunman’s ear. The gunman kept on licking the swollen flesh with his tongue, using the tip to trace over the most sensitive areas. “Damn…” He gripped his length, pulling away from Vincent’s face slightly to get a better angle and began stroking himself. “Open you’re mouth.” The gunman did as he was told and opened his mouth slightly, the tip of Cid’s cock resting on his tongue. The pilot groaned and jerked forward, hot fluid spewing into Vincent’s mouth and also on his face.

The raven-haired man moaned, his groin growing hot as he watched Cid come. There was no doubt in his mind now, he needed Cid back inside of him, even if it was going to torture him. The pilot moaned in satisfaction, rubbing the tip of his cock against the gunman’s tongue. Vincent took the hint and licked it, cleaning off Cid’s seed and swallowing.

Cid moved away, un-straddling Vincent and sat next to him. “Like that huh?”

Vincent smiled. “Better than trying to make me come and not letting me.”

“Materia’s fault, not mine.” Cid grinned, lying next to the gunman, grabbing one of his legs and lifting it up.

Vincent’s breath hitched as he felt the pilot’s hardness against his entrance. “And who used the materia?” He gasped as he felt Cid slide his cock inside of him, stretching him and coating his hole with his own saliva.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Cid smirked as he began moving inside of the gunman, who responded with various gasps and moans.

“You…ahhh… nnghh… know uhhnnn…ahhhh!”

“Just stop talkin’ Vince.”

“Good… nnhh id—ah.”

Cid rolled his eyes. He wrapped his left arm around Vincent’s body, bringing him closer while using his other hand to pull his leg further, opening him up even more to give him more access to his lower region. Cid breathed hard as he slammed into the gunman, who was panting hard. “Mmmm… you feel great.”

Vincent moaned, pleasure overcoming him again. He was going crazy, he loved the feeling. He just hoped the spell would wear off soon. He was going to faint if it didn’t.

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Vincent didn’t know how long they were going at it. Several positions, and several toys (that Vincent never knew Cid had) later, the gunman realized the spell had finally worn off and what felt like a typhoon of pleasure washed over him.

Cid would never forget the look on the gunman’s face. Red eye’s went wide and looked at him as if he was in shock. He watched his face go from shock to it scrunching up as Vincent flung his head back, wailing as he came all over himself and Cid’s stomach. His ass muscles clenched around Cid’s cock, which kicked him over the edge as he spilled his seed into the gunman’s hot ass, or whatever was left inside his balls. He had lost track the number of time he came, both inside and on the gunman. It wasn’t long before Cid fell onto the bed next to the gunman, wrapping his arms around the pale body.

Both men lay there, breathing heavily while their heart rate’s slowed.

Vincent closed his eyes. He couldn’t move an inch of his body. It felt numb and tingly. This was something he definitely DID NOT want to do again. Thank God Cid hadn’t mastered the stop materia fully, otherwise he probably would have never forgiven him. Vincent felt like cursing at the pilot for making him go through that, but it would have to wait. His body finally relaxed and he drifted off to sleep.

Cid opened his eyes to quickly glance at the gunman. He smiled when he saw that Vincent had fallen asleep. Blue eyes shut again and he pulled the gunman closer to him, resting his chin on the gunman’s head. He really hoped Vincent forgot their deal. But this time, Cid wasn’t too sure.

For once in his life, Cid Highwind, was scared to wake up the next morning.


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Teehee~! Hope you guys enjoyed it! XD I might make one where Vincent gets his revenge but that’s up in the air right now.