Perfection: Hodge (Part II)
Title: Perfection: Hodge (Part II)
Author: silence_laughs and calvi_sama
Summary: So Cid has his Vincent and the world is safe, so all should go back to normal right? Wrong. The adventure just begins when these two find out that living with another person opens up a whole new world of trouble, laughs and really great sex!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cid x Vincent
Timeline: Post DOC
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the FFVII characters - we're just borrowing them. Avatar art is by (the amazing) Spade.
Warnings: Okay kids, you saw the Rating. That means that there is sex, light bondage, oral and a touch of cross-dressing, in other words, all yaoi goodness included herein so be very forewarned.
Author’s Note: PLEASE READ THIS!!! This is an RP, Cid looks to silence for guidance and yours truly tries not to steer Vincent wrong. Yours truley also got "Hodge"...hopefully I got it right *winks*. “Perfection” is not a plot-based “story”, it’s a series of one-shot rather like snapshots (or really strange home movies) of these two and their lives together. It’s an on-going little series within the series so updates will most likely be a bit more erratic than for Prelude To Perfection, and will never really end. If anyone has any suggestions for an “adventure” for these two to have then shout it out, but please realize that it may be a while before we can get to it as we have a lot of work left to do :D. I also want to say that Vincent has more self confidence in these stories, having finally put his past behind him, where it belongs…that and Cid gives him more to worry about ‘now’ so that he doesn’t have the luxury of ‘dwelling’ anymore.
A/N Addendum: Vincent gets a new pet, but was Cid’s idea really a good one? So you all remember when Cid made mention of Vincent becoming more comfortable with intimacy? Well...he is...VERY comfortable with intimacy now, so please excuse me while I go and blush. This piece concerns a 'new addition' to the Valentine/Highwind household...a situtation that many of us (myself included), have found ourselves in at least once. Minus the outfit of course. ^^
For a chronological listing of the stories (the order in which these events happened in their lives) please click HERE
This piece is dedicated to ani_mama in thanks for her wonderful artwork, inspired by Prelude to Perfection. You, are awesome!
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Cid yelled and made to swat at the cat, which did nothing but throw him off balance. “Shi-it…” He grabbed a branch low on the tree and watched the ladder clatter to the ground, holding his other arm as if it were broken. Just after he let himself drop, he noticed Vincent coming back up the street and watching him with an eyebrow raised. “Damn cat,” he grumbled. He kicked the ladder, succeeding only in giving himself foot pain, before hobbling back to the house in a bad mood. “Honey, that cat…aw, hell. Can’t even make m’self tell ya t’get rid of it. An’ if it keeps away yer nightmares it c’n sleep with us, so long as it don’t touch me. Just…keep it away from me an’ all m’stuff a minute will ya? Go…play fetch with it or somethin’.”
Vincent pulled up sharply when he saw Cid’s weary face and bloody arm. Dropping his packages he took Cid’s arm, “Cid! What happened? Is the cat all right? I thought I asked you t-” He broke off when there was an unholy crash from inside the house. Alarmed, they ran inside only to find that Hodge had leapt up onto Cid’s worktable, scattered brushes, knocked over paint - ruining two sets of blueprints - and batted Cid’s airship model onto the floor where he was proceeding to bat it around the floor having a jolly old time of it as the poor fragile thing was slowly de-constructed.
“T’take it inside an’ be nice to it? That’s all I did, Vin. S’all I did. Took ‘im inside an’ set ‘im up with a can a tuna, an’ then somehow it gets out an’ inta the shed, an’ now…damn it all, I don’t even care anymore right now. M’gonna go back t’bed, an’ maybe when I wake up I’ll figure out it was all just a dream. Hell, maybe I’ll wake up an’ figure out the past two weeks’ve been a dream. C’n start over, an’ I won’t pick up any hitchhikers this time.” With that, Cid waded through the mess and into the bathroom to tend to his arm before doing exactly as he’d said and going back to bed, leaving the mess for Vincent to clean up. After all, it was his cat.
Vincent watched Cid retreat into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind him. Shoulders slumping slightly he shook his head and looked down at Hodge who looked up at him and squeaked. He picked the cat up and scratched behind an ear as he murmured, “Why do you torment him? He’s trying, he’s just…a little rough around edges.” He sighed and dropped Hodge back on the ground, “Well, it looks like I have some cleaning to do. But first there are some things to put away.” He went outside, retrieved his packages, and brought them inside where he proceeded to put the items away. He put some food and water out for Hodge, set up a litter box on the screened-in back porch, and then returned to the mess in the living room. It saddened him that Cid’s blueprints were ruined and he looked mournfully at the tiny broken model. “Do not do this again, Hodge.” He glared at the cat, who actually managed to look chagrined. When all was cleaned up, Vincent’s attention was drawn to the “special” package he had gone to pick up. His ruby gaze moved from the box back to the cat and he said with a deep breath and more than a little bit of nerves, “Well, will you accompany me to the bathroom? I have a feeling I’ll be needing the ‘support’.” Clutching his package to his chest and trailing a furry blonde cat, Vincent shut himself into the bathroom and leaned back against the sink. Taking a moment to steel himself for what was to come, he opened the box and winced, but was determined to see this through. Hell, after he had swallowed his pride and asked the shop girl how everything went on, then accessorized the damned outfit, there was no way he was going to back out now. He was a Turk, dammit - albeit an ex-Turk - and he wasn’t going to let something like this spook him…much. After taking a deep breath, Vincent began to strip. Once naked, he began to pick through the box until he came to the…he sighed as he held up the thong. Oh, this just looks unpleasant! He thought miserably as he stepped into the tiny garment and pulled it up. He made a face as he settled the narrow strip of material between his buttocks and made a mental note to never put one on again without a damned good reason. He shifted around a little in an odd shimmy has he situated his genitals within the near non-existent scrap of soft black leather. Huffing and blushing hot enough to cook an egg, he went for the matching black garter belt and hose, which were easy enough to get on, even if sitting to do so only reminded him of how much he didn’t love thongs. The black thigh-high heeled boots came next, which were rather comfortable even though he was prepared to vehemently deny it. Then the corset; a tricky little bit of black leather and laces that had him finding out just how flexible he really was. He pulled out two long red satin ribbons, overlapped them and tied them around his neck, then pulled on his full-length fingerless gloves. When he was finally done, he turned around to examine himself in the mirror. Taking pains to try to ignore the lurking shadows, he focused instead upon himself, and cocked his head. He didn’t look half bad despite the discomfort-“Though I sure as hell won’t be wearing this outside of the bedroom,” he grumbled to the cat, which cocked its head and gave a series of squeaky chirps. Lastly, he opened the bag he had brought with him into the bathroom and pulled out the near floor-length red silk robe. Settling it over his shoulders and fastening the tie about his waist, he felt better now that he was covered up. But by this point he was beginning to get a little excited about the prospect of “seducing” Cid, even though “seduction” was a relative term when it came to the pilot. Sex was a guaranteed thing, which was good because Vincent had every intention of getting laid, but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t have a little bit of fun first. He froze when he heard movement. Cid was up, but not out of bed by the sounds of things (he was immensely grateful at this moment for his enhanced senses), which was just where he wanted the man. Silently opening the door, he crept out of the bathroom and the few feet down the hall to their bedroom door where he took a moment to ruffle his hair to make it fall alluringly over one eye. Taking a deep breath, he knocked quietly on the door and when Cid called out irritably, “What?’ He leaned against the wall, propped one already long leg, made even longer by the figure-hugging boot, against the far wall to show it off and reveal the bit of pale skin of his upper thigh, and slowly pushed open the door. He made sure to have a lazy, lusty expression on his face when he said softly, his deep voice a little rough in the way he knew would drive Cid nuts, said, “Oh honey, did you have a bad day?” Blinking slowly, he tilted his head and purred, “Perhaps I can kiss it and make it better?”
“Oh, hell.” Cid took one look at Vincent standing in the doorway, then promptly shut his eyes and shook his head, certain he had dreamed this up during his nap. When he opened his eyes again, Vincent was still there, and Cid’s heart began to beat a bit faster. “I dunno. I think y’better come over here an’ find out.” The robe Vincent wore would probably have neared the ground if not for the boots. Cid stared at what he could see of them, wondering how high they went, until he took notice of the sway they added to Vincent’s walk. He sat up straighter, glad for his habit of stripping before getting into bed. “I think you need kissin’,” he informed Vincent, and did just that when the taller man maneuvered his way onto the bed, straddling Cid quite adroitly for someone in his getup. Cid made a face when Vincent slapped his hands away from the tie on the robe. “What, don’t I get t’see whatcha got under there?” Vincent rolled his eyes and sat back a bit, untying the belt before shrugging the robe off his shoulders. “Oh, hell,” Cid repeated in a groan as he saw what Vincent had prepared for him. He pulled his lover closer to him by the hips, gasping when his hands found bare buttocks and thighs. He left them there a moment, rubbing and fingering the straps that held up the hose, the material of which picked up quite near where his hand rested, while leaning in to kiss Vincent’s neck around the ribbons. Finally daring to run his hands over the entirety of the body atop his, he tried to appreciate the quality of the leather, but could only focus on the way it clung, the way it fit Vincent so perfectly that it was almost like stroking naked skin but somehow better; better because Vincent had done this just for him, just because. Cid traced two fingers down one of the strong arms through the glove, smirking when he realized they were fingerless. He brought Vincent’s hand to his mouth and kissed it. He then proceeded to remove the glove by taking it in his teeth and pulling. It, like the rest of the garments Vincent wore, clung tightly and did not want to be removed, so he gave in and helped it along with his hands. He did the same for the other glove, then guided Vincent’s arms to come around his neck. He sighed into Vincent’s ear, then just breathed for a moment, nuzzling the ribbons at Vincent’s neck. He could not go any longer without proper contact, and he shifted his hips and the other man’s at the same time, bringing them together. The layer of fabric between them made Cid moan as he ground against Vincent. His hands slid back up to Vincent’s shoulders, where they toyed with the laces on the corset. It was (and he knew Vincent would be angry if he admitted in this way) rather pretty, and he wanted to leave it on for a while. The boots, though, would cause trouble soon. He reached for one, sighing unhappily as the move took Vincent’s groin away from his own. Vincent reared back on his haunches, letting Cid get his first good look at him in full costume, sans gloves. “Stand up for me a minute.” Vincent complied, and Cid turned in the bed to look at him. “Fuck, Vin.” He reached for him again, and red eyes rolled at his indecisiveness as Vincent returned to him, sitting on the edge of the bed to remove the boots before reclaiming his position. Cid buried a hand in the tousled hair, sighing again as Vincent leaned over to assault his chest with teeth and lips. “Vincent,” he whispered happily, reaching down to snap the string on the thong, grinning mischievously as he did. Vincent’s mouth left his chest as he pulled back again. “Y’re bein’ awful quiet,” he accused, palming through the leather the erection that would certainly not tolerate being contained much longer.”Make some noise for me?” He fiddled with the red satin but did not attempt to pull either ribbon off Vincent’s neck. He was curious about their purpose, but he figured it was either just decoration or something pleasurable. He hoped for the latter, using the hand still in Vincent’s hair to pull him in for another kiss, this one fiercer than the other had been. “Now why don’t y’show me what y’had in mind t’make it better? I could use a smile.” I want ‘im so bad now… “Shit, Vincent, I love you.”*
Pulling back, Vincent grinned slowly and reached for the satin ribbons around his neck. Gripping one end, he began to untie them a nerve-wracking inch at a time, “I know,” he breathed. Once untied he held them up between his hands and asked, “Now, just how much control do you have, Chief?” At Cid’s raised eyebrows, Vincent’s grin grew wider as he pushed Cid back so that the pilot was semi-reclined onto the pillows. Without breaking eye contact, he picked up one large hand and brought it up and back to tie Cid’s wrist securely to the slatted headboard. He repeated the action with the other wrist and leaned down to whisper in the pilot’s ear, “Can you keep from breaking these?” before nipping and tonguing the man’s earlobe.
Cid shivered. “I c’n try.” When Vincent next pulled away, Cid’s hands immediately twitched, wanting to reach for him to bring him back. Eyeing the slender body hovering just above him and refusing to touch, he licked his lips and asked, “Why don’t y’come a little closer, Vin? Lemme get a better look?” Vincent certainly got closer- a lot closer. Up on his knees with one leg on each side of Cid’s chest, he ran a hand down the other man’s face until it found his lips. He traced over them a few times, then removed the hand and brought his hips closer. Cid, taking the hint, lifted his head and began doing what had been silently requested. He started with his usual soft, would-be negligible kisses to the insides of the pale thighs, eyes closing as he reached the hardness between them. He mouthed at Vincent through the thin leather, lips and tongue working until they began to work even harder as hands went to the back of Cid’s head, holding him there securely. Cid looked up through his lashes and saw that Vincent’s head was thrown back slightly and his mouth was open. His eyes widened and he cried out when Cid turned his head to bite sharply at his inner thigh, and Cid groaned sorrowfully when Vincent moved away from him again. He returned barely a second later, this time offering his chest from where he was sitting on Cid’s broader one. The corset was tight, and even through it Cid could feel the way Vincent’s breathing pattern changed and the way his nipples reacted to being caressed by a hot tongue. Again when he bit down, Vincent pulled away, leaving Cid wishing for the use of his hands to drag him right back. He noticed then that he was straining unconsciously against the ribbons, and forced himself to relax. Vincent smiled softly and returned to him again, this time aligning their bodies so that his neck was presented to Cid while the more sensitive parts of their bodies occasionally brushed together. Cid had learned; he sucked and kissed and licked and sucked some more, but would not bite. Finally, Vincent pulled back again anyway. Cid was getting desperate now for something more substantial than this, which was nothing but teasing for both of them. “Vince…”
Vincent was breathing harder and finding it more difficult to form coherent thoughts. Cid’s teeth on his flesh had brought him dangerously close to shooting his load too soon. He’d had to keep pulling back. Needing more, he rose off the bed and stood facing Cid, panting lightly. The pilot appeared to be in no better shape. Bringing his hands to the thin strips of leather at his hips, it took very little effort from his enhanced strength to ‘pop’ the material apart to allow it to fall to the floor. Sighing and murmuring in approval, he brought his hands up to push through his hair and shut his eyes as he stretched his back, shivering as the cooler air drifted deliciously over his engorged penis. He opened his eyes and grinned devilishly when he heard Cid moan low in his throat. “Do you like what you see, Cid?”
Cid licked his lips. “Fuck yes. Vince, I wanna…” he swallowed, trying to figure out what he wanted.
“Do you want to taste me, Cid?” One of Vincent’s hands came down to feather long, elegant fingers over his cock, producing a jewel-like drop of fluid at the tip of the flushed head that slowly dribbled down his shaft. He shivered and approached the bed, “Do you want to wrap those talented lips around my cock? I’d like that, Cid…” He palmed his erection and began stroking lazily, eyes hooded and burning like embers as he watched Cid focus on his groin and lick his lips again. “Yes, you do…” He purred as he climbed up to straddle Cid’s hips again. Slowly he crept up Cid’s body on his knees until his cock was more or less even with Cid’s face. Still stroking, he asked, “Now…judging by how intently you’re staring at my dick, you want it in your mouth. Am I right?”
Cid nodded, looking directly ahead, watching Vincent’s hand move over hot flesh. He was almost certain there would be a catch, but he hadn’t yet figured out what it might be as he lifted his head to replace Vincent’s hand with his mouth.
With a low groan, Vincent pushed his hips forward and watched, glassy-eyed, as his cock slowly disappeared into Cid’s hot mouth. His eyelids fluttered as his breath caught in his throat when he felt Cid’s tongue moving against the sensitive underside of his shaft. Oh, gods that feels good, he thought desperately as a tiny moan escaped his throat. Gradually he began to move his hips, thrusting gently so as not to choke the man feasting between his legs. Cid growled his encouragement, the vibration causing him to shiver as an electric jolt of pleasure sizzled up his spine to zap the nerve endings in the pleasure center of his brain. Lips parted as his head fell back a little and he began to pant softly, his hands finding their way to Cid’s hair as he began to fuck Cid’s mouth more thoroughly, the pilot’s throat relaxing to easily accommodate his thick length. “Cid…” he groaned, as the heat and the pressure and that talented tongue began to have their effect as he felt his balls tighten up against his body and the orgasm begin to build in his shaft. “Cid…” he ground out in a small whimper, daring to thrust a little bit harder until, urged on by a powerful sucking from Cid, he shot his load into the blonde’s mouth with a strangled cry. Immediately he withdrew from Cid’s mouth, scooting back and down the man’s body until he could capture Cid’s lips with his own in an openmouthed kiss, tongue thrusting deep to share his seed with his lover.
Normally, this would be when Cid wrapped his arms around Vincent. Instinct led him to try despite the restraints, and he made a small, frustrated noise when he remembered them. He tried to relax, but his arms relaxed best when they were around a certain dark-haired gunman. Soon he was trembling with the effort to remain still. When the initial kiss broke, he covered Vincent’s face with small, smacking kisses. He knew now what he wanted and wished he’d had the sense to make his statement earlier. Times like these, he was very glad for the youth of Vincent’s body. “Vince,” he said into the ear of the man assaulting his jaw, “Want y’inside me. How long y’reckon it’ll take ‘fore ya get it up again?” An’ hurry up, dammit. I been like this way too long, he though, a bit mournfully, as Vincent’s thigh rubbed between his legs. He bent his legs at the knees, drawing them up to emphasize his point.
Vincent grinned against where he had worked down to Cid’s neck, “So needy,” he growled, giving the pilot’s throat a little nip as he slowly kissed his way down the toned, muscular body beneath his. He paused at Cid’s nipple, first swirling his tongue around the hard little nub before flicking it with his tongue while fingers teased and pinched the other. Cid had begun to writhe, making curious little whimpering noises in the back of his throat. He switched his attention on Cid’s nipples, mouth replacing fingers and vice versa, repeating what was done to each until Cid was panting. Vincent rose to straddle Cid’s thighs, and, grabbing the man’s hips, forcefully yanked the pilot down on the bed until his arms were stretched out as straight as they could over his head. Cid’s skin was flushed, his lips swollen from Vincent’s kisses and the gunman thought he had never seen a more erotic sight. Leaning over as far as he could stretch his long body, he opened the drawer of the nightstand and withdrew a tube of lubricant. Sitting back up in his position over Cid’s thighs, Vincent brushed the backs of his fingers over the sensitive underside of Cid’s cock, humming his approval when he saw the organ twitch and leak fluid onto the pilot’s belly. Without removing his eyes from Cid’s penis, he licked his lips and asked in a husky voice, “What do you want me to do, Cid? Tell me what you want me to do…” he flicked his carmine eyes up to Cid’s, “…tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
Panting, Cid licked his lips and closed his eyes. “Want y’t’pick up where y’left off kissin’ me, keep goin’ as far m’cock, an’ use that pretty mouth o’ yers there while y’open me up with those fingers.” He was quite proud of himself, really; he hadn’t thought he would last this long under the combination of restraints and lack of real contact. “An’ when I’m ready, want y’t’get yerself ready t’come in. Don’t wanna hurt me, after all.” Cid was still a little nervous sometimes, even though he trusted Vincent completely and had never found bottoming for him to be anything but pleasurable. “An’ then I want it slow an’ easy ‘til we can’t go slow no more an’ y’just have at me.”
Vincent shivered in response to that last line and he said cryptically, “That, I can do. But first I want to be able to feel you with my body…” He slid off Cid and the bed to stand next to Cid’s thigh. With a slow grin at his bound lover, he put one foot on the bed, unfastened the garter strap and slowly rolled the hose down his thigh, knee, calf and finally off, repeating the motion with the other stocking before turning around, slipping the garter belt over his narrow hips and sliding it down to his ankles and giving Cid a clear and inviting shot of his ass, before stepping out of the simple band. Back still to Cid, and grateful to get the itchy hose off of his legs, be began to unlace his corset, which involved a great deal of contorting and judging by the appreciative little sounds made by Cid, was quite a show.
“Dammit, Vin, can’t y’just give me what I want?” Cid whined. “Ain’t I been good? Ain’t I done ever’thing y’wanted? An’ I ain’t even tried t’get away. Mm, honey, please…shit, please touch me. Want you so bad.” His eyes widened even further when Vincent faced him again, entirely nude before him for the first time in weeks. “Vince…”
Returning to Cid, Vincent lay down alongside him and rubbed his newly acquired erection against Cid’s thigh. He leaned in close to the blonde’s ear and murmured hoarsely, “Yes you have.” He gave a little choked whimper. “You’ve been so very good.” When Cid turned his head toward him, he rested his forehead against Cid’s, stroking the man’s cheek before kissing him, tongue dueling with the other in an illustration of future promises. Lips still locked, Vincent rolled back on top of Cid, rotating his hips slowly before he began to slide himself down Cid’s body, with Cid trying to keep their mouths together for as long as possible. When they separated Vincent asked, “Now let’s see…where was I?” He grabbed the tube of lubricant as he settled in between Cid’s thighs. “Ah yes,” he breathed as he hovered over Cid’s straining, flushed erection. He shivered and felt a clenching in his belly and groin. Leaning lower, he placed a reverential kiss to the tip of the man’s penis before flicking his tongue out to catch the pearly drops that answered his touch. Wrapping a strong hand around the thick shaft, he ran his tongue slowly from root to tip along the underside of the organ, paying special attention to the sensitive spot under the flared head. Cid gave a choked cry and Vincent had to catch the pilot’s hips as they thrust upwards. With a widening grin, he opened his mouth to lower his head in excruciating slowness to engulf Cid’ erection. The pilot gave a guttural moan that sounded suspiciously like his name, but he wasn’t paying attention, as he got lost in the thick cock filling his mouth. As he took in Cid’s length down to the base, swallowing around the head and humming his pleasure, he somehow managed to coat the fingers of his right hand with lube. While Cid was slowly rolling his hips up, Vincent deftly slid one long, slender finger into Cid’s body, which caused the man to gasp and look down at him. He looked up and met those blue eyes, pausing with Cid’s cock buried down his throat while he inserted another finger and began to slowly finger-fuck Cid, curling them until he knew he had hit his target by the reaction he received.
“Fuck!” Cid always tried to keep still when Vincent was sucking him, but today called for special allowances. He would have at least been able to keep his movements slow and shallow-until those fingers pressed just right. His hips gave a jump that Vincent somehow easily accommodated; he must have anticipated it. “Vince…oh shit, Vince, yes.” Watching this, seeing Vincent’s lips around him, was too much. He tried to shut his eyes, but they would open again every time something changed, whether it was the addition of a third finger, another brush to his prostate, or some variation in the movement of Vincent’s mouth. He had to look, had to see…but he had been teased for so long, been waiting for so long, that he knew he would come soon if it all kept up. He wanted Vincent inside first, and he tried to say it, but it took him a good deal of spluttering first. Finally he managed, “Honey, please…m’gonna…Vin, y’gotta stop that. Oh, damn, y’look so good like that…but y’gotta stop for me. Let me wait. Wantcha.”
With a wet slurp, Vincent released Cid’s cock and wasted no time in coating his own erection with a generous amount of the gel. He was back up and at Cid’s mouth, kissing him fervently before the pilot knew what had happened. “Break them,” he gasped, in between kisses, “I want…your hands on me…Cid.”
“Yeah. Okay. Yeah.” Kissing back with all he could (his neck was starting to hurt now; he would be very glad for the use of his arms), he flexed and threw his arms forward simultaneously, breaking both restraints on the first try and immediately reaching for Vincent despite the reluctance of his muscles to function. Once draped over Vincent’s back, they relaxed as well as they could while staying up, and Cid let his head fall back. He lifted his right leg and rested it against Vincent’s body, wanting him now but not wanting to hurry. “Yours, Vincent,” he choked out, running his hands over a small area of Vincent’s skin. His arms really ached now as a product of the scratches and the strain of being restrained. Before he let them fall, he slid one hand up to touch Vincent’s face, running his thumb along slightly swollen lips, which pressed against it in a kiss. The other hand moved downward to squeeze Vincent’s ass before dropping to his side like the other had. Moments later, he let out a deep, satisfied sound as Vincent slid into him. Cid smiled softly when he noticed the other man’s breath hitch. Sighing happily, he let the upper half of his body relax entirely and held on with his legs where they came together at Vincent’s back. He moved just as Cid had requested: slow, gentle, and deep. “Mm…c’n feel ya, honey. C’n feel all o’ ya. So good…”
Vincent was fried. This whole ordeal had been just as hard on him as it had been on Cid, and as he had come to rest inside of the pilot’s heated, tight body, he had fought a moment of lightheadedness. His every instinct demanded him to possess Cid’s body hard, hot and fast, but for Cid’s request he restrained himself to caressing with his hands, lips and body. He made love to Cid, kissing the man deeply, languidly as he stroked down the man’s sides and flanks with butterfly caresses until Cid’s body shivered under the contact as he continued to slide into pilot’s warmth in long, slow strokes. He was panting now in effort, his face buried in Cid’s neck. He let loose a low moan at this sweet torture, the pressure slowly building in his groin and clawing its way up his spine. He needed more. “Cid,” he rasped into the blonde’s ear, “…please.” He didn’t know now much longer he could keep up this excruciating pace.
Cid tilted his head back, eyes closed from the lazy pleasure. He grinned when Vincent admitted that he wanted more. “Bet I know what y’want.” His eyes sparkled behind their lids as he simultaneously pushed Vincent off him and pulled his body away. His arms protested when he turned over and used them to raise himself off the bed, but he knew he would only need to remain that way a few minutes longer. He settled his knees more comfortably on the bed and turned to look at Vincent, who was looking hungrily at him as he moved to kneel behind him, sparing one burning kiss before reentering him.
Vincent growled, low and deep, as he surged back into Cid’s willing and eager body. He hissed in pleasure as he felt Cid’s muscles squeeze around him tightly as Cid groaned and let his head fall down between his shoulders. He set a grueling, pounding rhythm, the only sounds in the room now was their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh on flesh. He gripped Cid’s hips with bruising force, but he couldn’t help it. It was as though he was possessed by his more basic instincts to mark and claim, mate and bring his body to completion. He could hear Cid’s grunts of “Fuck yeah,” over and over in time to his thrusts and he himself choked out in between gritted teeth and husky whimpers, “So tight…so tight.” His movements all too quickly became erratic and jerky as he neared orgasm and blindly he fumbled around and in between Cid’s legs to grasp the man’s cock to begin pulling it forcefully. Cid cried out, parting his legs wider to rotate his pelvis down so that every time Vincent thrust he hit that spot in his body that made him shudder and moan. Finally, as though the gods were watching and willed it so, they came together- Cid spilling into Vincent’s hand, his belly and the mattress below even as Vincent released his seed deep inside Cid’s body. It was over in mere moments, both of them reduced to trembling, shuddering aftershocks as Vincent fell forward inelegantly onto Cid’s sweaty back. The pilot, exhausted, lowered them to the bed and he shifted around to withdraw from Cid’s body, his head coming to rest on Cid’s broad back. His limbs had turned to lead; his eyelids couldn’t stay open and he didn’t even try to make them. “I’m,” he panted raggedly, “I’m just gonna...rest here…a moment.” He could feel his blood pulsing through his veins as his heart fought to regain its normal rhythm and he thought he had never felt so thoroughly spent and sated. “Tired,” he slurred as he slid into unconsciousness.
Cid laughed weakly when Vincent declared he would rest for “a moment.” He knew perfectly well that Vincent would fall asleep where he was, and would likely be there until some nightmare woke him. He allowed himself to lose consciousness as well.
When Cid woke, he was on his side with an arm draped over Vincent, who was lying beside him on his stomach. Vin’s still here. Oh hell, he can’t even know how much I love wakin’ up with him, how much I wish I could every day. He moved closer and smoothed back a few strands of hair covering Vincent’s ear. “I love you so much,” he told him, running a hand down his back. “Y’have no fuckin’ clue how much I want you t’have everything.” As he lay down his head to resume sleeping, he heard a distant, quiet purring. “Aw, shit, Vin, did you hear that? You, uh, weren’t s’posed’a. Sorry fer bein’ corny an’ all; y’know how I am, I-” Cid cut short his rambling when a furry head popped up to peer at him over Vincent’s shoulder.
“Mrow?”
“Aw…fuck. Well,” he said with a sigh, “g’mornin’a you too.”
~Fin~
For now...*evil laugh*...you didn't think the Hodge-ness problem would end here did you?
Author: silence_laughs and calvi_sama
Summary: So Cid has his Vincent and the world is safe, so all should go back to normal right? Wrong. The adventure just begins when these two find out that living with another person opens up a whole new world of trouble, laughs and really great sex!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cid x Vincent
Timeline: Post DOC
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the FFVII characters - we're just borrowing them. Avatar art is by (the amazing) Spade.
Warnings: Okay kids, you saw the Rating. That means that there is sex, light bondage, oral and a touch of cross-dressing, in other words, all yaoi goodness included herein so be very forewarned.
Author’s Note: PLEASE READ THIS!!! This is an RP, Cid looks to silence for guidance and yours truly tries not to steer Vincent wrong. Yours truley also got "Hodge"...hopefully I got it right *winks*. “Perfection” is not a plot-based “story”, it’s a series of one-shot rather like snapshots (or really strange home movies) of these two and their lives together. It’s an on-going little series within the series so updates will most likely be a bit more erratic than for Prelude To Perfection, and will never really end. If anyone has any suggestions for an “adventure” for these two to have then shout it out, but please realize that it may be a while before we can get to it as we have a lot of work left to do :D. I also want to say that Vincent has more self confidence in these stories, having finally put his past behind him, where it belongs…that and Cid gives him more to worry about ‘now’ so that he doesn’t have the luxury of ‘dwelling’ anymore.
A/N Addendum: Vincent gets a new pet, but was Cid’s idea really a good one? So you all remember when Cid made mention of Vincent becoming more comfortable with intimacy? Well...he is...VERY comfortable with intimacy now, so please excuse me while I go and blush. This piece concerns a 'new addition' to the Valentine/Highwind household...a situtation that many of us (myself included), have found ourselves in at least once. Minus the outfit of course. ^^
For a chronological listing of the stories (the order in which these events happened in their lives) please click HERE
This piece is dedicated to ani_mama in thanks for her wonderful artwork, inspired by Prelude to Perfection. You, are awesome!
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Cid yelled and made to swat at the cat, which did nothing but throw him off balance. “Shi-it…” He grabbed a branch low on the tree and watched the ladder clatter to the ground, holding his other arm as if it were broken. Just after he let himself drop, he noticed Vincent coming back up the street and watching him with an eyebrow raised. “Damn cat,” he grumbled. He kicked the ladder, succeeding only in giving himself foot pain, before hobbling back to the house in a bad mood. “Honey, that cat…aw, hell. Can’t even make m’self tell ya t’get rid of it. An’ if it keeps away yer nightmares it c’n sleep with us, so long as it don’t touch me. Just…keep it away from me an’ all m’stuff a minute will ya? Go…play fetch with it or somethin’.”
Vincent pulled up sharply when he saw Cid’s weary face and bloody arm. Dropping his packages he took Cid’s arm, “Cid! What happened? Is the cat all right? I thought I asked you t-” He broke off when there was an unholy crash from inside the house. Alarmed, they ran inside only to find that Hodge had leapt up onto Cid’s worktable, scattered brushes, knocked over paint - ruining two sets of blueprints - and batted Cid’s airship model onto the floor where he was proceeding to bat it around the floor having a jolly old time of it as the poor fragile thing was slowly de-constructed.
“T’take it inside an’ be nice to it? That’s all I did, Vin. S’all I did. Took ‘im inside an’ set ‘im up with a can a tuna, an’ then somehow it gets out an’ inta the shed, an’ now…damn it all, I don’t even care anymore right now. M’gonna go back t’bed, an’ maybe when I wake up I’ll figure out it was all just a dream. Hell, maybe I’ll wake up an’ figure out the past two weeks’ve been a dream. C’n start over, an’ I won’t pick up any hitchhikers this time.” With that, Cid waded through the mess and into the bathroom to tend to his arm before doing exactly as he’d said and going back to bed, leaving the mess for Vincent to clean up. After all, it was his cat.
Vincent watched Cid retreat into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind him. Shoulders slumping slightly he shook his head and looked down at Hodge who looked up at him and squeaked. He picked the cat up and scratched behind an ear as he murmured, “Why do you torment him? He’s trying, he’s just…a little rough around edges.” He sighed and dropped Hodge back on the ground, “Well, it looks like I have some cleaning to do. But first there are some things to put away.” He went outside, retrieved his packages, and brought them inside where he proceeded to put the items away. He put some food and water out for Hodge, set up a litter box on the screened-in back porch, and then returned to the mess in the living room. It saddened him that Cid’s blueprints were ruined and he looked mournfully at the tiny broken model. “Do not do this again, Hodge.” He glared at the cat, who actually managed to look chagrined. When all was cleaned up, Vincent’s attention was drawn to the “special” package he had gone to pick up. His ruby gaze moved from the box back to the cat and he said with a deep breath and more than a little bit of nerves, “Well, will you accompany me to the bathroom? I have a feeling I’ll be needing the ‘support’.” Clutching his package to his chest and trailing a furry blonde cat, Vincent shut himself into the bathroom and leaned back against the sink. Taking a moment to steel himself for what was to come, he opened the box and winced, but was determined to see this through. Hell, after he had swallowed his pride and asked the shop girl how everything went on, then accessorized the damned outfit, there was no way he was going to back out now. He was a Turk, dammit - albeit an ex-Turk - and he wasn’t going to let something like this spook him…much. After taking a deep breath, Vincent began to strip. Once naked, he began to pick through the box until he came to the…he sighed as he held up the thong. Oh, this just looks unpleasant! He thought miserably as he stepped into the tiny garment and pulled it up. He made a face as he settled the narrow strip of material between his buttocks and made a mental note to never put one on again without a damned good reason. He shifted around a little in an odd shimmy has he situated his genitals within the near non-existent scrap of soft black leather. Huffing and blushing hot enough to cook an egg, he went for the matching black garter belt and hose, which were easy enough to get on, even if sitting to do so only reminded him of how much he didn’t love thongs. The black thigh-high heeled boots came next, which were rather comfortable even though he was prepared to vehemently deny it. Then the corset; a tricky little bit of black leather and laces that had him finding out just how flexible he really was. He pulled out two long red satin ribbons, overlapped them and tied them around his neck, then pulled on his full-length fingerless gloves. When he was finally done, he turned around to examine himself in the mirror. Taking pains to try to ignore the lurking shadows, he focused instead upon himself, and cocked his head. He didn’t look half bad despite the discomfort-“Though I sure as hell won’t be wearing this outside of the bedroom,” he grumbled to the cat, which cocked its head and gave a series of squeaky chirps. Lastly, he opened the bag he had brought with him into the bathroom and pulled out the near floor-length red silk robe. Settling it over his shoulders and fastening the tie about his waist, he felt better now that he was covered up. But by this point he was beginning to get a little excited about the prospect of “seducing” Cid, even though “seduction” was a relative term when it came to the pilot. Sex was a guaranteed thing, which was good because Vincent had every intention of getting laid, but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t have a little bit of fun first. He froze when he heard movement. Cid was up, but not out of bed by the sounds of things (he was immensely grateful at this moment for his enhanced senses), which was just where he wanted the man. Silently opening the door, he crept out of the bathroom and the few feet down the hall to their bedroom door where he took a moment to ruffle his hair to make it fall alluringly over one eye. Taking a deep breath, he knocked quietly on the door and when Cid called out irritably, “What?’ He leaned against the wall, propped one already long leg, made even longer by the figure-hugging boot, against the far wall to show it off and reveal the bit of pale skin of his upper thigh, and slowly pushed open the door. He made sure to have a lazy, lusty expression on his face when he said softly, his deep voice a little rough in the way he knew would drive Cid nuts, said, “Oh honey, did you have a bad day?” Blinking slowly, he tilted his head and purred, “Perhaps I can kiss it and make it better?”
“Oh, hell.” Cid took one look at Vincent standing in the doorway, then promptly shut his eyes and shook his head, certain he had dreamed this up during his nap. When he opened his eyes again, Vincent was still there, and Cid’s heart began to beat a bit faster. “I dunno. I think y’better come over here an’ find out.” The robe Vincent wore would probably have neared the ground if not for the boots. Cid stared at what he could see of them, wondering how high they went, until he took notice of the sway they added to Vincent’s walk. He sat up straighter, glad for his habit of stripping before getting into bed. “I think you need kissin’,” he informed Vincent, and did just that when the taller man maneuvered his way onto the bed, straddling Cid quite adroitly for someone in his getup. Cid made a face when Vincent slapped his hands away from the tie on the robe. “What, don’t I get t’see whatcha got under there?” Vincent rolled his eyes and sat back a bit, untying the belt before shrugging the robe off his shoulders. “Oh, hell,” Cid repeated in a groan as he saw what Vincent had prepared for him. He pulled his lover closer to him by the hips, gasping when his hands found bare buttocks and thighs. He left them there a moment, rubbing and fingering the straps that held up the hose, the material of which picked up quite near where his hand rested, while leaning in to kiss Vincent’s neck around the ribbons. Finally daring to run his hands over the entirety of the body atop his, he tried to appreciate the quality of the leather, but could only focus on the way it clung, the way it fit Vincent so perfectly that it was almost like stroking naked skin but somehow better; better because Vincent had done this just for him, just because. Cid traced two fingers down one of the strong arms through the glove, smirking when he realized they were fingerless. He brought Vincent’s hand to his mouth and kissed it. He then proceeded to remove the glove by taking it in his teeth and pulling. It, like the rest of the garments Vincent wore, clung tightly and did not want to be removed, so he gave in and helped it along with his hands. He did the same for the other glove, then guided Vincent’s arms to come around his neck. He sighed into Vincent’s ear, then just breathed for a moment, nuzzling the ribbons at Vincent’s neck. He could not go any longer without proper contact, and he shifted his hips and the other man’s at the same time, bringing them together. The layer of fabric between them made Cid moan as he ground against Vincent. His hands slid back up to Vincent’s shoulders, where they toyed with the laces on the corset. It was (and he knew Vincent would be angry if he admitted in this way) rather pretty, and he wanted to leave it on for a while. The boots, though, would cause trouble soon. He reached for one, sighing unhappily as the move took Vincent’s groin away from his own. Vincent reared back on his haunches, letting Cid get his first good look at him in full costume, sans gloves. “Stand up for me a minute.” Vincent complied, and Cid turned in the bed to look at him. “Fuck, Vin.” He reached for him again, and red eyes rolled at his indecisiveness as Vincent returned to him, sitting on the edge of the bed to remove the boots before reclaiming his position. Cid buried a hand in the tousled hair, sighing again as Vincent leaned over to assault his chest with teeth and lips. “Vincent,” he whispered happily, reaching down to snap the string on the thong, grinning mischievously as he did. Vincent’s mouth left his chest as he pulled back again. “Y’re bein’ awful quiet,” he accused, palming through the leather the erection that would certainly not tolerate being contained much longer.”Make some noise for me?” He fiddled with the red satin but did not attempt to pull either ribbon off Vincent’s neck. He was curious about their purpose, but he figured it was either just decoration or something pleasurable. He hoped for the latter, using the hand still in Vincent’s hair to pull him in for another kiss, this one fiercer than the other had been. “Now why don’t y’show me what y’had in mind t’make it better? I could use a smile.” I want ‘im so bad now… “Shit, Vincent, I love you.”*
Pulling back, Vincent grinned slowly and reached for the satin ribbons around his neck. Gripping one end, he began to untie them a nerve-wracking inch at a time, “I know,” he breathed. Once untied he held them up between his hands and asked, “Now, just how much control do you have, Chief?” At Cid’s raised eyebrows, Vincent’s grin grew wider as he pushed Cid back so that the pilot was semi-reclined onto the pillows. Without breaking eye contact, he picked up one large hand and brought it up and back to tie Cid’s wrist securely to the slatted headboard. He repeated the action with the other wrist and leaned down to whisper in the pilot’s ear, “Can you keep from breaking these?” before nipping and tonguing the man’s earlobe.
Cid shivered. “I c’n try.” When Vincent next pulled away, Cid’s hands immediately twitched, wanting to reach for him to bring him back. Eyeing the slender body hovering just above him and refusing to touch, he licked his lips and asked, “Why don’t y’come a little closer, Vin? Lemme get a better look?” Vincent certainly got closer- a lot closer. Up on his knees with one leg on each side of Cid’s chest, he ran a hand down the other man’s face until it found his lips. He traced over them a few times, then removed the hand and brought his hips closer. Cid, taking the hint, lifted his head and began doing what had been silently requested. He started with his usual soft, would-be negligible kisses to the insides of the pale thighs, eyes closing as he reached the hardness between them. He mouthed at Vincent through the thin leather, lips and tongue working until they began to work even harder as hands went to the back of Cid’s head, holding him there securely. Cid looked up through his lashes and saw that Vincent’s head was thrown back slightly and his mouth was open. His eyes widened and he cried out when Cid turned his head to bite sharply at his inner thigh, and Cid groaned sorrowfully when Vincent moved away from him again. He returned barely a second later, this time offering his chest from where he was sitting on Cid’s broader one. The corset was tight, and even through it Cid could feel the way Vincent’s breathing pattern changed and the way his nipples reacted to being caressed by a hot tongue. Again when he bit down, Vincent pulled away, leaving Cid wishing for the use of his hands to drag him right back. He noticed then that he was straining unconsciously against the ribbons, and forced himself to relax. Vincent smiled softly and returned to him again, this time aligning their bodies so that his neck was presented to Cid while the more sensitive parts of their bodies occasionally brushed together. Cid had learned; he sucked and kissed and licked and sucked some more, but would not bite. Finally, Vincent pulled back again anyway. Cid was getting desperate now for something more substantial than this, which was nothing but teasing for both of them. “Vince…”
Vincent was breathing harder and finding it more difficult to form coherent thoughts. Cid’s teeth on his flesh had brought him dangerously close to shooting his load too soon. He’d had to keep pulling back. Needing more, he rose off the bed and stood facing Cid, panting lightly. The pilot appeared to be in no better shape. Bringing his hands to the thin strips of leather at his hips, it took very little effort from his enhanced strength to ‘pop’ the material apart to allow it to fall to the floor. Sighing and murmuring in approval, he brought his hands up to push through his hair and shut his eyes as he stretched his back, shivering as the cooler air drifted deliciously over his engorged penis. He opened his eyes and grinned devilishly when he heard Cid moan low in his throat. “Do you like what you see, Cid?”
Cid licked his lips. “Fuck yes. Vince, I wanna…” he swallowed, trying to figure out what he wanted.
“Do you want to taste me, Cid?” One of Vincent’s hands came down to feather long, elegant fingers over his cock, producing a jewel-like drop of fluid at the tip of the flushed head that slowly dribbled down his shaft. He shivered and approached the bed, “Do you want to wrap those talented lips around my cock? I’d like that, Cid…” He palmed his erection and began stroking lazily, eyes hooded and burning like embers as he watched Cid focus on his groin and lick his lips again. “Yes, you do…” He purred as he climbed up to straddle Cid’s hips again. Slowly he crept up Cid’s body on his knees until his cock was more or less even with Cid’s face. Still stroking, he asked, “Now…judging by how intently you’re staring at my dick, you want it in your mouth. Am I right?”
Cid nodded, looking directly ahead, watching Vincent’s hand move over hot flesh. He was almost certain there would be a catch, but he hadn’t yet figured out what it might be as he lifted his head to replace Vincent’s hand with his mouth.
With a low groan, Vincent pushed his hips forward and watched, glassy-eyed, as his cock slowly disappeared into Cid’s hot mouth. His eyelids fluttered as his breath caught in his throat when he felt Cid’s tongue moving against the sensitive underside of his shaft. Oh, gods that feels good, he thought desperately as a tiny moan escaped his throat. Gradually he began to move his hips, thrusting gently so as not to choke the man feasting between his legs. Cid growled his encouragement, the vibration causing him to shiver as an electric jolt of pleasure sizzled up his spine to zap the nerve endings in the pleasure center of his brain. Lips parted as his head fell back a little and he began to pant softly, his hands finding their way to Cid’s hair as he began to fuck Cid’s mouth more thoroughly, the pilot’s throat relaxing to easily accommodate his thick length. “Cid…” he groaned, as the heat and the pressure and that talented tongue began to have their effect as he felt his balls tighten up against his body and the orgasm begin to build in his shaft. “Cid…” he ground out in a small whimper, daring to thrust a little bit harder until, urged on by a powerful sucking from Cid, he shot his load into the blonde’s mouth with a strangled cry. Immediately he withdrew from Cid’s mouth, scooting back and down the man’s body until he could capture Cid’s lips with his own in an openmouthed kiss, tongue thrusting deep to share his seed with his lover.
Normally, this would be when Cid wrapped his arms around Vincent. Instinct led him to try despite the restraints, and he made a small, frustrated noise when he remembered them. He tried to relax, but his arms relaxed best when they were around a certain dark-haired gunman. Soon he was trembling with the effort to remain still. When the initial kiss broke, he covered Vincent’s face with small, smacking kisses. He knew now what he wanted and wished he’d had the sense to make his statement earlier. Times like these, he was very glad for the youth of Vincent’s body. “Vince,” he said into the ear of the man assaulting his jaw, “Want y’inside me. How long y’reckon it’ll take ‘fore ya get it up again?” An’ hurry up, dammit. I been like this way too long, he though, a bit mournfully, as Vincent’s thigh rubbed between his legs. He bent his legs at the knees, drawing them up to emphasize his point.
Vincent grinned against where he had worked down to Cid’s neck, “So needy,” he growled, giving the pilot’s throat a little nip as he slowly kissed his way down the toned, muscular body beneath his. He paused at Cid’s nipple, first swirling his tongue around the hard little nub before flicking it with his tongue while fingers teased and pinched the other. Cid had begun to writhe, making curious little whimpering noises in the back of his throat. He switched his attention on Cid’s nipples, mouth replacing fingers and vice versa, repeating what was done to each until Cid was panting. Vincent rose to straddle Cid’s thighs, and, grabbing the man’s hips, forcefully yanked the pilot down on the bed until his arms were stretched out as straight as they could over his head. Cid’s skin was flushed, his lips swollen from Vincent’s kisses and the gunman thought he had never seen a more erotic sight. Leaning over as far as he could stretch his long body, he opened the drawer of the nightstand and withdrew a tube of lubricant. Sitting back up in his position over Cid’s thighs, Vincent brushed the backs of his fingers over the sensitive underside of Cid’s cock, humming his approval when he saw the organ twitch and leak fluid onto the pilot’s belly. Without removing his eyes from Cid’s penis, he licked his lips and asked in a husky voice, “What do you want me to do, Cid? Tell me what you want me to do…” he flicked his carmine eyes up to Cid’s, “…tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
Panting, Cid licked his lips and closed his eyes. “Want y’t’pick up where y’left off kissin’ me, keep goin’ as far m’cock, an’ use that pretty mouth o’ yers there while y’open me up with those fingers.” He was quite proud of himself, really; he hadn’t thought he would last this long under the combination of restraints and lack of real contact. “An’ when I’m ready, want y’t’get yerself ready t’come in. Don’t wanna hurt me, after all.” Cid was still a little nervous sometimes, even though he trusted Vincent completely and had never found bottoming for him to be anything but pleasurable. “An’ then I want it slow an’ easy ‘til we can’t go slow no more an’ y’just have at me.”
Vincent shivered in response to that last line and he said cryptically, “That, I can do. But first I want to be able to feel you with my body…” He slid off Cid and the bed to stand next to Cid’s thigh. With a slow grin at his bound lover, he put one foot on the bed, unfastened the garter strap and slowly rolled the hose down his thigh, knee, calf and finally off, repeating the motion with the other stocking before turning around, slipping the garter belt over his narrow hips and sliding it down to his ankles and giving Cid a clear and inviting shot of his ass, before stepping out of the simple band. Back still to Cid, and grateful to get the itchy hose off of his legs, be began to unlace his corset, which involved a great deal of contorting and judging by the appreciative little sounds made by Cid, was quite a show.
“Dammit, Vin, can’t y’just give me what I want?” Cid whined. “Ain’t I been good? Ain’t I done ever’thing y’wanted? An’ I ain’t even tried t’get away. Mm, honey, please…shit, please touch me. Want you so bad.” His eyes widened even further when Vincent faced him again, entirely nude before him for the first time in weeks. “Vince…”
Returning to Cid, Vincent lay down alongside him and rubbed his newly acquired erection against Cid’s thigh. He leaned in close to the blonde’s ear and murmured hoarsely, “Yes you have.” He gave a little choked whimper. “You’ve been so very good.” When Cid turned his head toward him, he rested his forehead against Cid’s, stroking the man’s cheek before kissing him, tongue dueling with the other in an illustration of future promises. Lips still locked, Vincent rolled back on top of Cid, rotating his hips slowly before he began to slide himself down Cid’s body, with Cid trying to keep their mouths together for as long as possible. When they separated Vincent asked, “Now let’s see…where was I?” He grabbed the tube of lubricant as he settled in between Cid’s thighs. “Ah yes,” he breathed as he hovered over Cid’s straining, flushed erection. He shivered and felt a clenching in his belly and groin. Leaning lower, he placed a reverential kiss to the tip of the man’s penis before flicking his tongue out to catch the pearly drops that answered his touch. Wrapping a strong hand around the thick shaft, he ran his tongue slowly from root to tip along the underside of the organ, paying special attention to the sensitive spot under the flared head. Cid gave a choked cry and Vincent had to catch the pilot’s hips as they thrust upwards. With a widening grin, he opened his mouth to lower his head in excruciating slowness to engulf Cid’ erection. The pilot gave a guttural moan that sounded suspiciously like his name, but he wasn’t paying attention, as he got lost in the thick cock filling his mouth. As he took in Cid’s length down to the base, swallowing around the head and humming his pleasure, he somehow managed to coat the fingers of his right hand with lube. While Cid was slowly rolling his hips up, Vincent deftly slid one long, slender finger into Cid’s body, which caused the man to gasp and look down at him. He looked up and met those blue eyes, pausing with Cid’s cock buried down his throat while he inserted another finger and began to slowly finger-fuck Cid, curling them until he knew he had hit his target by the reaction he received.
“Fuck!” Cid always tried to keep still when Vincent was sucking him, but today called for special allowances. He would have at least been able to keep his movements slow and shallow-until those fingers pressed just right. His hips gave a jump that Vincent somehow easily accommodated; he must have anticipated it. “Vince…oh shit, Vince, yes.” Watching this, seeing Vincent’s lips around him, was too much. He tried to shut his eyes, but they would open again every time something changed, whether it was the addition of a third finger, another brush to his prostate, or some variation in the movement of Vincent’s mouth. He had to look, had to see…but he had been teased for so long, been waiting for so long, that he knew he would come soon if it all kept up. He wanted Vincent inside first, and he tried to say it, but it took him a good deal of spluttering first. Finally he managed, “Honey, please…m’gonna…Vin, y’gotta stop that. Oh, damn, y’look so good like that…but y’gotta stop for me. Let me wait. Wantcha.”
With a wet slurp, Vincent released Cid’s cock and wasted no time in coating his own erection with a generous amount of the gel. He was back up and at Cid’s mouth, kissing him fervently before the pilot knew what had happened. “Break them,” he gasped, in between kisses, “I want…your hands on me…Cid.”
“Yeah. Okay. Yeah.” Kissing back with all he could (his neck was starting to hurt now; he would be very glad for the use of his arms), he flexed and threw his arms forward simultaneously, breaking both restraints on the first try and immediately reaching for Vincent despite the reluctance of his muscles to function. Once draped over Vincent’s back, they relaxed as well as they could while staying up, and Cid let his head fall back. He lifted his right leg and rested it against Vincent’s body, wanting him now but not wanting to hurry. “Yours, Vincent,” he choked out, running his hands over a small area of Vincent’s skin. His arms really ached now as a product of the scratches and the strain of being restrained. Before he let them fall, he slid one hand up to touch Vincent’s face, running his thumb along slightly swollen lips, which pressed against it in a kiss. The other hand moved downward to squeeze Vincent’s ass before dropping to his side like the other had. Moments later, he let out a deep, satisfied sound as Vincent slid into him. Cid smiled softly when he noticed the other man’s breath hitch. Sighing happily, he let the upper half of his body relax entirely and held on with his legs where they came together at Vincent’s back. He moved just as Cid had requested: slow, gentle, and deep. “Mm…c’n feel ya, honey. C’n feel all o’ ya. So good…”
Vincent was fried. This whole ordeal had been just as hard on him as it had been on Cid, and as he had come to rest inside of the pilot’s heated, tight body, he had fought a moment of lightheadedness. His every instinct demanded him to possess Cid’s body hard, hot and fast, but for Cid’s request he restrained himself to caressing with his hands, lips and body. He made love to Cid, kissing the man deeply, languidly as he stroked down the man’s sides and flanks with butterfly caresses until Cid’s body shivered under the contact as he continued to slide into pilot’s warmth in long, slow strokes. He was panting now in effort, his face buried in Cid’s neck. He let loose a low moan at this sweet torture, the pressure slowly building in his groin and clawing its way up his spine. He needed more. “Cid,” he rasped into the blonde’s ear, “…please.” He didn’t know now much longer he could keep up this excruciating pace.
Cid tilted his head back, eyes closed from the lazy pleasure. He grinned when Vincent admitted that he wanted more. “Bet I know what y’want.” His eyes sparkled behind their lids as he simultaneously pushed Vincent off him and pulled his body away. His arms protested when he turned over and used them to raise himself off the bed, but he knew he would only need to remain that way a few minutes longer. He settled his knees more comfortably on the bed and turned to look at Vincent, who was looking hungrily at him as he moved to kneel behind him, sparing one burning kiss before reentering him.
Vincent growled, low and deep, as he surged back into Cid’s willing and eager body. He hissed in pleasure as he felt Cid’s muscles squeeze around him tightly as Cid groaned and let his head fall down between his shoulders. He set a grueling, pounding rhythm, the only sounds in the room now was their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh on flesh. He gripped Cid’s hips with bruising force, but he couldn’t help it. It was as though he was possessed by his more basic instincts to mark and claim, mate and bring his body to completion. He could hear Cid’s grunts of “Fuck yeah,” over and over in time to his thrusts and he himself choked out in between gritted teeth and husky whimpers, “So tight…so tight.” His movements all too quickly became erratic and jerky as he neared orgasm and blindly he fumbled around and in between Cid’s legs to grasp the man’s cock to begin pulling it forcefully. Cid cried out, parting his legs wider to rotate his pelvis down so that every time Vincent thrust he hit that spot in his body that made him shudder and moan. Finally, as though the gods were watching and willed it so, they came together- Cid spilling into Vincent’s hand, his belly and the mattress below even as Vincent released his seed deep inside Cid’s body. It was over in mere moments, both of them reduced to trembling, shuddering aftershocks as Vincent fell forward inelegantly onto Cid’s sweaty back. The pilot, exhausted, lowered them to the bed and he shifted around to withdraw from Cid’s body, his head coming to rest on Cid’s broad back. His limbs had turned to lead; his eyelids couldn’t stay open and he didn’t even try to make them. “I’m,” he panted raggedly, “I’m just gonna...rest here…a moment.” He could feel his blood pulsing through his veins as his heart fought to regain its normal rhythm and he thought he had never felt so thoroughly spent and sated. “Tired,” he slurred as he slid into unconsciousness.
Cid laughed weakly when Vincent declared he would rest for “a moment.” He knew perfectly well that Vincent would fall asleep where he was, and would likely be there until some nightmare woke him. He allowed himself to lose consciousness as well.
When Cid woke, he was on his side with an arm draped over Vincent, who was lying beside him on his stomach. Vin’s still here. Oh hell, he can’t even know how much I love wakin’ up with him, how much I wish I could every day. He moved closer and smoothed back a few strands of hair covering Vincent’s ear. “I love you so much,” he told him, running a hand down his back. “Y’have no fuckin’ clue how much I want you t’have everything.” As he lay down his head to resume sleeping, he heard a distant, quiet purring. “Aw, shit, Vin, did you hear that? You, uh, weren’t s’posed’a. Sorry fer bein’ corny an’ all; y’know how I am, I-” Cid cut short his rambling when a furry head popped up to peer at him over Vincent’s shoulder.
“Mrow?”
“Aw…fuck. Well,” he said with a sigh, “g’mornin’a you too.”
~Fin~
For now...*evil laugh*...you didn't think the Hodge-ness problem would end here did you?