After Midnight

Midnight

AN: A little late in posting, but I managed to write it just after the 13th. Vinnie's birthday. The inspiration for this came from the movie Stir of Echos. If you've seen it you might remember a scene very similar...

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    The night had fallen many hours ago. A faint, ethereal glow filtered into the dark room from the curtains; ambience provided by the moon. Everything was still, everything was silent. The digital clock on the right nightstand displayed 1.13am in small, vivid green numbers.

    A figure shifted in the dead of night, uttering no sound other than the soft, quiet rustle of the duvet. Beside him slept his partner, comfortable in the warmth of his bed and his lover, breathing gently in and out. His muscular chest rose and fell in rhythm. An arm lay limply on his belly, the other disappeared under his spouse.

    The slimmer of the men shifted again, still deep asleep. This time a small, quiet noise escaped him. He twisted slightly into the mattress. His mind, disturbed by his movement, began to lose its hold on the realm of unconsciousness. He moved again, trying to alleviate some feeling growing deep inside him.

    Cid, sleeping peacefully, was half roused from his blissful oblivion. He grunted softly into the quiet air, eyes closed before a more violent movement from his side dragged him into reality. The mattress bounced and jerked as his partner shifted out of his field of awareness. Sounds began to permeate his haziness, quiet and indiscernible.

    And then the mattress bobbed again. Something was slung over his hips. Now, quickly reaching a state of consciousness, Cid cracked open his sky blue eyes and blinked against the blindness of the dark. Above him was Vincent, straddling his waist.

    No. More than straddling. Grinding. His partner’s hips rolled above his own, bringing his groin to better attention than his mind. Cid blinked again and frowned into the darkness, able to now make out his lover’s pale face. He was drowsy, was he still half-asleep? Cid realized that Vincent was only wearing his night shirt. Bare skin was pressing into the Captain’s groin.

    Hands planted themselves on his naked chest and a curtain of black hair draped down, tickling Cid’s collarbone. Vincent’s red eyes watched him, glowing eerily in the darkness. It was then Cid knew that Vincent was only half aware of what he was doing. The pilot’s cock was reaching a hardened state very quickly as his lover’s hips grated against him. Cid reached a hand and cupped Vincent’s face tenderly. A smile tugged at the corners of the gunman’s lips and he straightened up.

    A second later Cid’s boxers were somewhere by his knees, and the gunman lowered himself satisfyingly slowly onto Cid, seating himself fully on his partner’s engorged length. Molten heat swallowed him. Cid held back a groan as Vincent’s body stretched before him, arching magnificently atop his own. Black hair cascaded down his back, contrasting even in the darkness of the night against the lighter colored button-down he was wearing. Cid cupped his large hands around the man’s covered hips as he pushed his own slowly back and forth, stirring his cock inside the man. Vincent’s pelvis swayed, to and fro just as slowly, sensually, meeting each lethargic thrust with his own as he began to ride his lover. The pilot’s cock remained deep and thick inside. This wasn’t raw; it was far too erotic and deep.

    Running his hand tenderly long Vincent’s sides, Cid watched with complete attention, spellbound by his partner’s carnal movements. Claws and fingernails pricked his pectoral muscles gently in absent attention as Vincent slowly rode him, wringing out more pleasure from this hypnotic sex than any of their wild passions could give. His hips rotated in an erotic motion, rolling his thighs slightly on either side of Cid’s body. The pilot’s cock throbbed strongly, sliding in and out marginally. It was the sight of his lover that fueled his growing climax. The sight of that slender, beautiful body riding pleasures from him – in the dead of night – completely out of the blue.

    A faint, soft moan fled from Vincent’s lips as he gracefully stretched back, rocking on the pilot’s length. He shuddered and stiffened, reaching his peak calmly. His essence stained Cid’s chest as his pilot shuddered and came just after. His throbbing cock pulsated inside the man and ejaculated, expelling his thick seed into Vincent’s body.

    They shared a moment in which they basked, savoring the throes of tamed ecstasy. Vincent lowered his head, bangs lulling softly, and met his partner’s blue eyes. A large hand stroked his face as they stared. The clock flicked to 1.22am. Cid’s eyes flickered to the nightstand and back. His lips curled into a knowing smile.

    “Happy Birthday.”

END