Perfection: The Gift of Giving (Part II)
Title: Perfection: The Gift of Giving (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 (It's intersting how frequently this rating is popping up now, isn't it? XDD)
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: Two men having sex, a tad bit rough, some oral...all things yaoi *winks*
Author's Note: PLEASE READ THIS!!! This is an RP, Cid is written by silence and yours truly has written Vincent and "Hodge". “Perfection” is not a plot-based “story”, it’s a series of one-shots 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 has to leave for a "job", so who watches the cat? Cid...of course. Do they get along any better? I think the answer is obvious. Enjoy!
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 appreciation of her support and all of her hard work and wonderful artwork!! This is the second part of a dedication fic that we had had planned. We hope you like it! *hugs*
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Cid knew it was coming, but he still was not able to stop himself from tripping. He released the plates, watching in dismay as the food hit the ground. He had planned to share the food with the stupid animal, if it had only waited. Now most of it would go to waste. He had time enough to think these things before tripping over the cat again, this time landing face-first in the bowl of steak sauce. Cid lifted himself on arms shaking with suppressed rage only to see that Hodge had grabbed his steak and was dragging it away. Teeth clenched, he willed himself not to yell. “Vincent, you better be damned happy t’see me when you get home.” As calmly as he could, Cid picked up the plates- only one had shattered, thank goodness- and cleaned up the floor. He gave up the steak as a lost cause; Hodge was gnawing contentedly on it under the table beside the couch. Earlier that day, Cid had gone into town for one purpose only: cat supplies. He had bought Hodge a new brush and a handful of cheap toys, along with a fresh bag of food and a litter refill. The plan had been for them to “share” dinner, play for a while, and then spend some quality time with that brush. The smell and spaghetti sauce had washed out, but much of the tangle was still present. Sighing, he stripped and stepped into the tub, feeling he owed himself a nice hot bath for such a frustrating day. Cid suddenly felt very lonely. He checked his phone. Ten o’ clock. He hadn’t planned to call Vincent again or tell him about Hodge’s return…well, maybe the latter wouldn’t come up. Hearing his voice would be nice, though. Too nice to ignore, he decided, and flipped open his cell. “Vince?” he asked when the line picked up at the other end. “Hey. If y’got time, wouldja talk to me a while?”
It was a rather nice surprise to hear Cid’s voice, and now Vincent was finally left alone and back in his rented room (which was paid for by his hire). He sat down on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, “Cid, you sound worn out. What happened?” He couldn’t keep the grin out of voice. “Been cheating on me?”
“Maybe I have.” Cid grinned back, already feeling better. “Had a long day is all. Just needa be calmed down some ‘fore I do somethin’ stupid.” Two more days at the most, and the cat would no longer be his responsibility. Relaxing in the warm water and talking to Vincent, two days didn’t seem like a long time at all. “Still comin’ back early? I’d like that.”
Vincent chuckled, “That’s the plan. I hope your affair is an attractive, doting individual who hangs on your every word and idea. I figure you deserve that after putting up with me for so long.” He paused to shift into a more comfortable position then continued with a little grunt. “And I’ve come to realize that ‘stupid’ comes standard with you. But I’ll give you this…there is never a dull moment, and I need something to balance out my blinding intelligence.”
Cid snorted. “What, y’mean like another Shera? No thanks. Guess I need you t’balance out m’stupid, then.” Shit, we’ve had plenty o’ dull moments, Vin, an’ you know it. We just don’t r’member ‘em. “Love ya, Vin. Even if y’are hard t’put up with an’ have blindin’ intelligence.”
Vincent snorted, “You’re too harsh on her, Cid, but at least you recognize talent.” He shut his eyes and listened to Cid’s breathing, and the sound of…water? “What are you doing right now?”
“Who wants t’know?” he asked, grinning again.
“Maybe if you tell me what you’re doing, I tell you what I’m wearing…” Vincent said smirking, making his voice rougher.
“Mm…guess y’don’t need me t’tell ya what I’m wearin’.” Cid let his head fall to the side, resting against the edge of the tub. He laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Honestly, how many times had Vincent warned him against making calls from the bathroom? “D’cided t’take a bath. Thought it’d help me t’sleep a little easier.”
An eyebrow arched at that, but right now Vincent didn’t really care. “Ah yes, that sounds very relaxing. All of that hot water on naked flesh. Those big, strong hands lathered in soap, running all over that body…yes, I can see how it would make sleep easier…” A grin slowly found it’s way onto his lips, “Cid?”
“Vince,” Cid whined, “you ain’t helpin’ none.” Relaxation did not seem to be what his body was seeking any longer. He almost felt compelled to reach for the soap, but wouldn’t yet. “So…what’re ya wearin’? I know y’said maybe, but seein’ as you got a nice mental pitcher, I think I oughta get one too, huh?”
“Very well, fair is fair,” Vincent murmured. “I’m lying in bed. My shirt is on the floor. I’ve opened my pants and I’m currently looking at the evidence of my very obvious, very needy, arousal.” He took a low, shuddering breath, “Getting a mental picture yet?”
A deep satisfied sound escaped Cid’s chest. “Yeah, I see ya. I reckon y’won’t get nowhere just lookin’ at it, though.”
A soft chuckle answered Cid first before he said, “No, I suppose it won’t. What would you suggest I do about it then?”
“Mm, I dunno. Me, I’m gonna call ma, what was it, ‘attractive, dotin’ affair’ in here an’ have him take care o’ me. ‘Fraid I can’t help ya, Vince. But with all yer blindin’ intelligence, m’sure y’c’n think o’ somethin’ yerself.”
Vincent laughed outright at that, bringing his free arm back behind his head, “Cid Highwind, you are an ass. What can I do? Hn, let’s see…” He paused thoughtfully, dragging it out a little longer than what etiquette would demand and finally said, “Well, I’d take that mental picture of you that I have and I’d wrap my fingers around my cock. I’d spread my legs wide open and jerk off while picturing that foul mouth wrapped around it, sucking it…licking it…because unlike you, I unfortunately am very loyal and must make do with what my intelligence can provide me.”
“An’ y’do love m’mouth on yer cock, dontcha? I do too.” It was too much now. He could see it all so clearly in his mind’s eye… “Fuck, Vincent,” he whispered, reaching for himself at last. He was not sure when he had grabbed the soap, but his hands were lathered with the stuff, and they slid easily over his flesh. “M’gonna have you good when y’get back, y’know that, right?”
The steak had hit the spot. What Hodge had not finished, he had tucked away in his little hidey-hole with the rest of his treasures, and now he sat in the middle of the living room, fastidiously grooming his face. Suddenly his belly gurgled, making Hodge swallow reflexively, only to have it gurgle again. He gave a guttural, warbling meow then started slinking back toward the bedroom. The steak was good, but it wasn’t staying put. It was too rich. The poor cat made it as far as the open bathroom door before his stomach turned inside out, spilling all the steak he had just consumed into a smelly, slimy mess on the floor.
“Aw, fu- shit! Vin…” Cid’s head fell back. This was all so unfair. “Fuuuck…” he sighed. He would never be able to finish now with the cat watching him…which he was, stupid animal. He turned his head, trying to recapture some of the feeling in which he had just been so deeply engrossed. Nothing. “Want…want me stay on an’ talk to ya while y’finish? I don’t mind.” Please say yes…lemme stay with ya a little longer. To Hodge, he thought, clean that up, dammit! Aw hell…never mind. Please don’t re-eat it.
When the increasingly heavy breathing had begun to come over the phone, Vincent knew what Cid was doing. He hadn’t begun touching himself yet, but he was seriously considering that idea. Indeed, his hand had begun to creep down over his chest, and he had growled an eager affirmative to the mention of sex upon his return home. Until, that is, Cid had barked out a curse that held all the undertones of anything but pleasure, making him jump and exclaim, “What is it? What happened?”
“Yer damn cat…tripped me while I was carryin’ food t’the table an’ musta ran off w’somethin’ that was on th’plate…aw, fuck, the steak. How’d I miss that? Anyhow, he just threw it all back up right in front o’ me an’ now ‘e’s…watchin’ me…oh yeah, cat came back. Did I ferget t’mention that?” Cid’s stomach was twisting unpleasantly.
Vincent just sat on his bed and blinked dazedly, “Cat threw up…Hodge came back…watching, what?” He knew better than to try to lecture Cid on not giving the cat human food; besides, for all outward appearances, it had been an accident anyway. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. He really wanted to be home. “I love you, you crazy pilot,” he ended up saying instead.
“Love you too, y’angsty bastard. Well, guess I better go clean that up…” He really didn’t want to go, but Vincent would be home very soon. Suddenly Cid had a headache. He would clean up the puke and go right to sleep, and Hodge’s brushing could wait for the morning.
Vincent smiled gently at Cid’s tired voice. “Try to not let it get to you, all right? Sleep well, Cid. I’ll see you in two days.” As he hung up the phone, he looked around his small, drab room and thought irritably, It’s going to be the longest two days of my life.
On a sudden stroke of inspiration -or, quite possibly, a telepathic message from Vincent- Cid decided to clean Hodge’s mess before showering. That night was full of tossing, turning, and spitting out fur. The steak seemed to have magically erased the memory of the bath. He woke the next morning to find Hodge curled on his chest, which (though he didn’t like to admit it) was a little comforting…but mostly annoying. After pushing the cat away, Cid stood and groggily reviewed his plans for the day. Brush the cat, play with the cat, finish the detail on the planes, and maybe even play with the cat some more. With any luck, the two of them would be like old friends by the time Vincent returned.
If Loud and Stinky had been looking he would have laughed at the glare that Hodge had on his face at being so rudely pushed off of his warm spot. In the last couple of days, something had changed in Hodge. Quiet and Gentle wasn’t coming back in the cat’s mind, so he had to lower himself to new standards, and Loud and Stinky was it. As the human stood and stretched, Hodge squeaked and began pawing gently at a hand.
“What? Y’know I don’t do it right.” He tried anyway, and at least the cat didn’t back away from his petting hand. Cid sighed. “You really ain’t worth half the trouble we go through for ya. I dunno what th’hell I was thinking bringin’ y’home in th’first place.” Despite the weary words, Cid’s tone was light and almost happy. “Come on, breakfast.” Once in the kitchen, he fixed himself a real waffle- none of those toaster-made things today, no sir- and poured some cat food for Hodge. When he was done, Cid took the pet brush from the bag on the table and went to the couch with it. He examined both sides of the brush, trying to figure out which one he was supposed to use. After a while, he shrugged and decided to start with the one that didn’t look hurt-y. “Hey, cat. Come see.”
Thinking that Loud and Stinky had some nice treat for him, Hodge trotted after the human and hopped up onto the couch next to him. He didn’t smell food, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t curious about what Loud and Stinky had. As soon as the brush began running over his fur, Hodge kick-started his motor. This was more like it! Flopping down on his side, he stretched out next to the human and purred for all he was worth. Finally he was getting the attention he deserved!
“Ha!” Only after the exclamation was made did Cid realize how incredibly pathetic he was for being so smug over receiving approval from a cat. Still, it was nice knowing that he had finally made peace with the crazy thing. Through time spent with Vincent, Cid had begun to associate purring with warm, heavy sleep. Although he had just woken up, he felt his eyes closing now, and the hand holding the brush slowed to a stop.
The human was stopping. Hodge blinked sleepily at Loud and Stinky and saw the man’s chin falling down onto his chest. With a soft huff, the cat got up and climbed onto the human’s lap. Kneading gently, he curled up into a tight ball and fell asleep still purring.
Cid woke up some hours later, much to his chagrin. He had thought he was getting better about not sleeping days away, but he figured he was overdue for an exception anyway. Hodge was still in his lap, and when Cid moved one of his legs, the cat resumed purring. Huffing in mild irritation, Cid observed with some pleasure that at least the tangles looked somewhat better…on one side, anyway. Oh well…he would be presentable when Vincent got home. Cid grinned. That should be sometime tomorrow or the next day. “A’ right, cat, I gotta go get some shit done. I’ll be back later. Behave, wouldja?” Before leaving to go to the shed, he checked the cat’s food, water, and litter box. He set one of the toys on the ground, a little plastic ball with a bell in it, and rolled it toward the couch. Hodge seemed to be trying to act uninterested. When Cid finally walked out the door, he was laughing aloud at the similarities between Vincent and cats. The rest of Cid’s day was spent airbrushing names and designs onto the toy planes: a cactuar and an elegantly scripted “Lady Celsius” for the red one, and a chocobo and “Valefor” for the purple. He was very glad he had the foresight to leave open the shed door; the fumes were thick by the time he was done. Overall, Cid was quite pleased with the product. They looked professional- well, they were professional, of course. Cid couldn’t wait to try them out. The kids would love him for them, certainly. Now that the toys were done, however, he had to get back to his real work. The WRO wanted his new design in no less than two months, complete with prototype, not that he would have a problem meeting the deadline. For today, though, he was finished. He returned to the house and was a little surprised to see nothing out of place except the ball, which Hodge had apparently deemed worthy of his attention after all. “Hey, cat,” he called again, digging in the bag for the fishing rod-like thing that claimed to be a cat toy. He unwrapped it looked distastefully at the plethora of pink and purple puffballs plastered together in a cluster at the end of the string. Feathers protruded from the cluster, and these were also obnoxious bright colors. He shrugged. Oh well. The cat should enjoy it…if the package was any indication. He held the stick in one hand and headed for the living room, letting the feathery lure drag the ground. He wasn’t sure where Hodge was, but Cid had the feeling the cat would notice the new object and pounce on it.
What fun! Hodge thoroughly enjoyed himself and the noisy ball. While Loud and Stinky had gone outside, the cat had eaten, drank and kicked the ball all around the living room, kitchen and bedroom several times until it had fetched up under the refrigerator. He was on his side trying to get his paw under it and retrieve his ball when Loud and Stinky came into the house and by the kitchen with something following it! Movement! Gleefully, Hodge forgot his lost ball and hunkered down, rear end wriggling as he readied himself to pounce. As the oddly-shaped feathered thing twitched, he sprang into action, hurtling at the thing, only as he neared his “prey” he tried to stop. This is where things when wrong for poor Hodge. All that fur on the bottoms of his paws made the floor slick and instead of stopping, he slid all the way into the far wall. This didn’t deter the determined feline however, who ran in place a minute before getting enough traction to go sliding into the feathered “creature”.
Well, there he was. Cid had the cat follow him to the couch, where he sat. They spent the remainder of Cid’s time awake there, Cid jerking the feathered ball to random spots in the room and watching the cat tirelessly chase after it. They shared Vincent’s pillow again that night, and Cid woke smiling rather than frustrated this time. “Hey, cat. Guess who comes home t’day.” Hodge didn’t answer, naturally. After breakfast and a shower, Cid reentered the kitchen to begin preparation for Vincent’s welcome home dinner. Hodge was flattened out near the refrigerator with one paw under it, swiping and apparently missing whatever it was he wanted every time. Upon noticing Cid, he stood and meowed pitifully, in answer to which Cid could only indulge the creature. He took the flashlight from the cupboard and lowered himself to the ground. He didn’t see much of anything, except a few grapes that looked to be in pretty bad condition, a strawberry well on its way to complete decay, and…ah. The ball. Cid left the room briefly and returned with a wire hanger, which he straightened except for the hook. Hodge was again pawing around under the refrigerator. “A’ right, cat. Let th’expert do this, yeah?” He shooed the cat away and dropped to the floor again, shoving the hanger in hook first and attempting to “catch” the ball.
The transport home wasn’t going fast enough to suit him. Vincent stood at a window, arms over his chest and tapping one gauntleted finger on his arm. This only placated him for a short while, then the only way to keep from loosing his mind was to pace. So he did. Restlessly, back and forth, glaring at any and everyone who approached him to ask him to sit or if they could get him anything. By the time the transport landed, 90% of the crew was on the opposite side of the ship as he, and the other 10% were around him only because they had to be in order to fly the airship. He disembarked quickly and began his walk home, long legs making for quick time. He was wound tighter than a bedspring and he could only think of one way to unwind, and it involved a very naked pilot. As he pushed through the front door what greeted him, was not quite what he expected: Cid and Hodge, asses in the air and peering under the refrigerator. They appeared to be “fishing” for something. Unnoticed, Vincent admired the view for a moment until the erection in his pants warned him to do something or go insane. “Cid, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough with lust.
Vincent’s voice registered, but his presence did not. “Stupid cat lost ‘is toy under here, Vin. Hang on a minute, almost got it.”
An elegant black brow rose, but he was too aroused to be pissed off properly. Leaning over, he unbuckled his sabatons and slid both armored plates and boots off just inside the door, followed by his cloak, which he draped over the back of a dining room chair. Next he walked into the kitchen and leaning back against the counter he placed his foot in between Cid’s parted legs, and began rubbing the man’s crotch, “Get it yet?” He asked wryly.
Several things hit Cid at once. One, Vincent was home. Two, he clearly wanted sex now. Three, the cat was decidedly not a turn-on. Four, the ball was still out of reach. Five, Cid didn’t much care anymore. “Yeah, I got it,” he said, and drew himself onto his knees so he could stand safely. He paid no heed to Hodge’s squeak of complaint about his abandonment of the task at hand as he turned to face Vincent, joy at seeing him almost instantly taken over by desire for him. “Well, don’t you look happy t’see me,” he teased, grabbing Vincent by the front of the shirt and bringing him in for a kiss.
Oh yes, this was definitely what he needed right now. Returning Cid’s kiss aggressively, Vincent cupped the back of the man’s head with his gloved hand and backed the pilot up until he hit the wall. Holding him there with his groin pressed to Cid’s he wrenched off his gauntlet and gloves so he could clasp the blond’s face in both hands as he returned to kissing the eager mouth under his own. Their kissing was getting increasingly sloppier as their lusts overrode everything. Vincent pulled back enough to start un-tucking Cid’s shirt to yank it up and over his head. Running his hands over Cid’s chest he said in between kisses, “I want you…to fuck me…Cid…fuck me hard!”
Cid pushed Vincent back slightly and moved them away from the wall, never letting his mouth leave Vincent’s. When he had enough space to do it, Cid simply scooped up Vincent with one arm, using the other to open the stupid bedroom door he’d stupidly decided to shut when they came to it. He kicked it from inside when they were through, assuming it shut but not listening for the click. He dumped Vincent onto the bed and grabbed his arms. Bringing them above Vincent’s head, he growled, “Leave those there ‘til I say so,” and lowered his mouth to Vincent’s neck. Immediately his teeth sunk in. Encouraged by the gasp that earned him, be began nipping his way down the exposed part of Vincent’s chest -somehow he had managed to work open a button or two on the way here- until he reached the horrid obstacle of more fabric. The next two buttons were quickly torn off and spit away into some corner, but there were so many left… Snarling again, Cid sat back a little, grabbed the edges of the shirt, and ripped it open the rest of the way. His mouth returned to Vincent’s chest, tongue trailing upwards from where he was until he spied a nipple and latched onto it, biting here too, hard enough to make Vincent cry out quite loudly.
When his shirt was ripped open Vincent’s eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched off of the bed as he gasped, but he kept his arms where Cid had told him too. All of his nerve-endings tingled, and he shivered. The pain from Cid’s teeth on his hardened nipple mingled with and heightened the anticipation and pleasure he felt at the hands of the man he had hungered for for the better part of ten days. He needed out of his pants, now. “Cid,” he moaned, his body beginning to writhe and he grabbed a double fistful of blankets. He had to hold onto something as his erection sought some kind of contact from his twisting hips…anything. “Gods yes,” he mumbled low and just in front of a growl, “bite me, lick me, suck me, fuck me…” He ended on a gasp as he raised his head and met Cid’s eyes over his heaving chest.
Cid lifted himself on arms that were beginning to shake. He stared into Vincent’s eyes, burning them with his own for a moment before scooting down and sitting on his knees again to remove belts, carefully lift away Cerberus, grumble about buckles, and finally, finally free Vincent from his pants. He pulled them off completely, wanting nothing to get in the way later. From where he was now, Cid could see what he was certain was the most erotic sight the world had ever known. If he’d known that Vincent had had similar thoughts upon seeing him tied up so many months ago, a heated debate would likely have broken out. This had to be much better. Vincent’s shirt was still on his arms, and he was keeping his hands obediently where Cid had directed. After shedding his own pants, Cid returned to a more appropriate position, kissing Vincent again. “Touch me now.”
“Not until you give me something first,” Vincent growled, wrapping his long legs around Cid’s waist and locking them together. He rocked his naked hips up against Cid’s in a suggestive tease as he managed to find a spot on the pilot’s neck where it joined the shoulder to alternate sharp nips and velvety-soft licks.
“Mm…y’drive a hard bargain, Mr. Valentine,” Cid drawled. He grabbed Vincent’s earlobe with his teeth and tugged, then let go to kiss him again. “An’ what was it y’wanted?” Shivering, he pulled away gently from Vincent’s mouth only to mimic the motions on Vincent’s neck. “I think I remember now…” as much as he hated to, he dislodged Vincent’s legs and slid between them, pushing the strong thighs apart and licking his lips. “Was this it, Vin?”
Breathing deep and ragged, Vincent kept his eyes glued on Cid as he raised his knees and parted them further. He licked his bottom lip and could only nod as Cid hovered over his throbbing cock. It twitched when he felt Cid’s hot breath and he whispered hoarsely, “Do it.”
Bending to comply, Cid slowly licked up the length of Vincent’s cock before taking it into his mouth and beginning to suck gently. His tongue never stopped moving: first tracing up the underside as it had before, now teasing around the head when he drew back, now curling here to apply pressure, now starting the whole process over as Cid leaned forward more, increasing the suction and placing a hand low on Vincent’s abdomen, the other moving to firmly grip the gunman’s shaft where he began to pump it. He looked up and saw Vincent watching him, which was unusual enough. Again he increased the pressure and the speed with which he moved, and soon he could tell that he would not be here much longer. He waggled his eyebrows at Vincent and moaned around the organ in his mouth, smirking internally as he did.
Vincent’s breath caught in his throat and his skin quivered as Cid got to work on his body. He had forgotten the frenzy with which he had returned home in favor of this lavish attention to his body. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched Cid suck his dick as his breathing began to grow erratic the closer he came to orgasm. Leaning more on one elbow, he reached down and feathered his fingers through soft, wild, blond hair, and finally let them rest on the back of Cid’s head lightly. On their own his hips began to rock up into the contact and as the tingling, burning throb in his lower belly and thighs began to radiate out and work up his spine, he fell back onto the bed and began to squirm. “Cid,” he said hoarsely as his arms found their way back over his head and his hands latched onto his pillow, as they were not quite far enough up to reach the headboard. Gods, I’m so close! He thought desperately, but gave a small sound of frustration when Cid’s mouth suddenly left him.
Cid moved upwards to kiss Vincent, then rolled onto his side and took Vincent with him so they were facing. He moved them as close together as he could and trailed a hand down Vincent’s back, kissing him again. When they broke apart, Cid whispered, “Said I was gonna have ya good, an’ I meant it.” He reached behind him briefly and returned with the well-used tube from the nightstand drawer. “But not yet. Need this, Vince,” he said, now running a hand over Vincent’s chest and moving in to kiss his neck. “Touch me too. I didn’t get enough.” He flashed a winning smile before finally letting his lips descend.
Vincent wanted to cry in frustration, but he should have known to expect this. Cid was touchy-feely, whereas he was all business. Closing his eyes he took two deep, steadying breaths and slowly opened his eyes to gaze upon his lover. Or rather, the side of his lover’s head…peripherally. Cid knew how to kiss him just right to make him squirm, and he was doing it at this moment. He leaned back, pulling Cid over his chest a little so he could wrap his arms around the pilot. He let his head roll back and to side, granting Cid better access to his neck as he began to languidly stroke up and down Cid’s broad, bronzed back. His eyelids fluttered and his breathing hitched as Cid’s lips and tongue began to lull him into a blissful daze, “Feels nice,” he slurred softly.
“I know it does,” Cid countered, and continued for a few moments while one practiced hand coated itself and crept downward between their bodies. Scooting lower for better access to everything he wanted to touch, Cid moved his mouth back to Vincent’s chest and his hand between Vincent’s thighs. Vincent curled toward him to allow for easier movement. Cid’s fingers teased around the muscles that jumped at his touch for a while before gently, smoothly sliding one inside. “Still want it hard?” he asked the dazed, conflicted man lying with him. Between kisses, he continued, “’Cause I’ll give ya whatcha want…s’long as y’promise t’try not t’fall asleep right after.”
“At this point, Highwind, I just want it.” Vincent groaned as Cid’s finger invaded his body. He tried to push himself down onto the digit, but was rather trapped under the pilot’s bulkier body. He bent his knee and raised his leg off of the bed, “More, Cid…I need more!” he said shamelessly, twisting his hips again. He writhed when a second then, third well-lubricated finger found their way into his body, “Oh yeah, that’s it…” he muttered to himself, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, “…now fuck me.” He was rewarded when Cid began thrusting with his fingers, but it just wasn’t enough and he gave a small whimper as he clutched Cid’s shoulders, “…more…”
Cid had learned long ago not to be surprised at hearing “fuck” from Vincent’s mouth, but it still gave him an odd thrill. One of Vincent’s legs was trapped between his own, and he rubbed against it, letting out his own whimper following Vincent’s. He reluctantly removed his fingers and pulled away, but it was worth it for what was coming next, he knew. Once Vincent was lying on his back again, knees up and exposing himself quite readily, Cid slicked himself and moved forward, beginning to pant in anticipation. He was less than inches away, ready to push inside and feel Vincent squeezing him so intimately, when a small sound caught his attention. He paused, shrugged, and moved forward again, this time close enough that the head of his cock was nudging Vincent quite eagerly. He paused again, head cocked. There was now a distinct watching feeling. Unconsciously, his hips pulled back to let him survey the area with a somewhat clear head. Suddenly remembering the steak and the vomiting, Cid felt his heart sink as he became much less enthusiastic about what he had wanted so badly only moments before. Vincent seemed to have noticed nothing, and was simply looking at Cid with a disbelieving, irritated expression. Swallowing, Cid grinned weakly and leaned down to kiss Vincent soundly, trying to block out everything else. He attempted once more to enter Vincent, only to be reawakened to the feeling of eyes on him and stop moments before to shake his head. “Fuck, Vin, I can’t.”
What! Vincent could only blink, both astounded and confused, “You can’t.” He said flatly, legs falling back onto the bed, “What do you mean you can’t?”
“I can’t…the cat. He’s fuckin’ watchin’, Vince, an’ I can’t…” Cid bit his lip and made a sad noise at Vincent’s tone. This…would probably not end well.
Vincent lifted his head and peered over to the dresser where Hodge was crouched, watching them, his tail flicking. He looked at Cid incredulously, “Cid, it’s a cat.” He captured the pilot’s chin with a thumb and forefinger, staring at him intently, “I have three demons watching everything I do, every day, a cat…is nothing.” He rubbed suggestively against Cid and begged, “If he bothers you so much, put him out in the hall and shut the door, but do not tease me like this!”
“Oh, honey, I wouldn’t an’ you know it.” Cid stood and walked over to the cat, very loath to touch it. “Shoo.” Hodge simply looked at him, tail still twitching and head cocked to one side, as if contemplating some important decision. Cid picked up a magazine and whacked the cat with it gently. “Go on, git!” Hodge, ruffled and offended, leapt down from the dresser and began sniffing at Cid’s feet. Cid used the opportunity to scoot him gently to and out the door, shutting it firmly when he was through. He sighed and returned to the bed, where he kissed Vincent again.
Smirking, Vincent had crossed his legs at the ankle, put his arms behind his head and watched Cid’s antics with Hodge. As soon as the cat was safely removed from the room, Cid turned around and approached the bed. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lips when his gaze fell upon Cid’s erection. Now where we, he thought, spreading his legs again as Cid crawled back on top of him, kissing him with fervor. Vincent wrapped his legs around Cid firmly, “Now get on with it, Highwind, and make it so I cannot walk properly for a week.” He gasped and tightened his grip on Cid as the pilot pushed into his body, paused and began to thrust. This was more like it…down to business. Suddenly Vincent’s sharp hearing picked up a light scratching on the door. Oh no… he made a point to be aggressive when Cid kissed him again in an effort to keep his attention on him. But it was not to last, as an unholy howling began from the other side of the door. Cid froze and Vincent growled, “Hodge…”
Cid’s head dropped and he made another small sound, but weakly began moving again, trying to ignore the stupid cat and his stupid meowing and his stupid… “Shit, Vin, y’feel so good,” he groaned, and started to thrust again in earnest…until he realized that now Vincent was distracted. “Vince, honey…tell me how t'make it shut up.”
By all that is Holy, Vincent thought as the sound pierced his brain like thousands of tiny needles. He pushed up on Cid’s shoulders. There was no way he could enjoy sex with his brain about to explode. When Cid asked him how shut the cat up, the answer was obvious and said without hesitation - and after the ten days he had had, he meant it - “Kill it…” he growled, glaring murder at the door.
Cid snorted, doubting very much that Vincent would appreciate the death of his cat once it was gone. Instead, he sighed, moved away from Vincent very, very reluctantly, and opened the door just enough to slip through but not enough to let through Hodge. He somehow managed to herd the cat into the bathroom -that ugly cat toy was good for something after all, it seemed- and shut that door forcefully before returning to the bedroom.
As soon as Cid had left the bedroom Vincent gave a sigh and covered his eyes briefly before getting up. This wasn’t working. He shrugged off his ruined shirt and tossed it into a corner as he walked over to the dresser to fish out a comfortable pair of pants and a light shirt. He was digging through a drawer when Cid walked back into the bedroom.
Cid’s eyes narrowed when he saw Vincent being…not where he had left him. “What are you doin’?” he asked, though the answer was quite obvious.
“I should think that the answer is quite obvious, Cid.” Vincent sighed, leaning on his arms against the dresser, back still to the pilot.
“What, after ‘fuck me, Cid,’ an’ ‘don’t tease me like this’? You get t’do it t’me though, do ya? Oh, I see…” Cid trailed off, nodding sarcastically as he paced in a semi-circle around Vincent. “So it’s all right when you wanna quit, is it? But when I want to, it’s fuckin’ punishable by law?” He stopped suddenly and faced Vincent’s back. He took a few steps closer and reached around, grabbing both of Vincent’s wrists, drawing them away from the dresser. “I don’t think that’s right, Vince,” he said, rubbing his persistent erection against the back of Vincent’s thigh. “I don’t think that’s right at all.” He spun Vincent around and pressed him back against the dresser, following quickly with his own body. “Remember this earlier? Was the other way around, wasn’t it? That was ‘Cid…fuck me hard,” I b’lieve. An’ I plan t’do just that, Vince, ‘cause I said I would, an’ I keep m’word. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?”
Vincent felt a little thrill of excitement lick up his spine at Cid’s uncharacteristic aggression. He liked it. “What do you want me to do, Highwind?” He wrenched his wrists out of Cid’s grasp and shoved back on Cid’s chest, “Do you want me to bend over right here? How about I get on my knees and beg. Have you fuck my mouth real good.” He snorted disdainfully, “Or maybe you’re just talking a big talk but have no balls to back it up.”
“Sounds real nice, Vince. Too bad yer mouth’s gonna be too busy yellin’ for me.” Cid shoved back, feeling childish and incredibly vulnerable but not knowing what else to do. Vincent hit the dresser with enough force to surprise him; clearly he had not expected to stumble. “What I want you t’do,” he said, so close to Vincent’s face that he could see tendrils of black hair being blown around by his breath, “is lose yer fuckin’ attitude an’ remember who I am.” He raked his nails down Vincent’s chest, over a nipple, hard, because they were too blunt to register otherwise. That hand continued moving down over Vincent’s side and down further to grasp a buttock, squeeze, and then continue inward to find the still-wet entrance, into which he immediately shoved two fingers, turning Vincent to face the dresser again for the purpose of better access. Cid pushed them in roughly, and repeated the motions a few times, transfixed while he watched. “Whose cock goes here, Vin?”
He hadn’t expected Cid to push him back. In all their years together, Cid had always backed down when Vincent had asserted himself, so understandably the spine the pilot showed now startled him. The abrupt pain of Cid’s nails made him gasp and actually lean into it, but when Cid had roughly invaded his body with those same fingers, he had cried out and gripped the dresser hard. His blood was pumping now…this was good. He pushed back against Cid’s fingers, giving little panting moans that he finally transformed into an answer to Cid’s question, “If I say ‘yours’ are you going to… put it there and… use it, or just… keep flapping your lips… telling me- telling me- gods!” he choked out as those fingers curled just right. He bent over the dresser more and clenched his jaw, what was I saying? Oh fuck it…
“Tell me. Tell me mine, Vin.” Cid’s eyes were glazed over now, and he had to have Vincent soon. Vincent managed to gaspingly agree with Cid, well enough to satisfy him at least, and Cid removed his fingers and brought both himself and Vincent to their knees. The floor beneath them did not exist as Cid pressed inside and took up a harsh rhythm he knew would not last long.
Vincent was pushed down onto his elbows as Cid jackhammered his ass. He spread his legs wider and braced himself before finding the purchase needed to push back against each thrust of Cid’s hips while one hand found his cock and began working it. With the bombardment of pleasure coming from both in front and from behind, it wasn’t long before he was clawing at the hardwood with his free hand and ejaculating into the other, shouting a hoarse curse Cid would have been proud of. Cid kept going a moment longer before giving several spastic jerks and falling still. The only sound in the room now was the ticking of the wall clock and their harsh panting. Slowly, the blond rolled off and to the side, hitting the floor hard while Vincent’s ass remained in the air. Finally, with a low groan, he slowly slid forward to lie facedown on the floor. His voice was muffled by hair and the arms that cradled his head as well as being a slurred mutter. “I cannot feel my legs…”
Spent, grinning, and still panting slightly, Cid turned his head lazily toward Vincent and asked, “Got what y’wanted, then, huh?” He was on his back, hands tucked behind his head, but he was not sure when he had situated himself that way. “Hope it lasts ya’a week,” he said, winking, and moved over to lay Vincent against his chest. “Love ya, Vincent.” Cid moved Vincent’s hair back from his face and looked into his eyes, shaking his head as he saw they were beginning to shut. “Stay with me this time, huh?” he teased.
Vincent blinked rapidly, grinning at Cid’s request. He’d try, but he was worn out; a long ten days of having to deal with idiots and meetings followed by a bout of fantastic, mind-numbing sex tends to take it out of a man. He stretched languidly and gave a little shiver before relaxing bonelessly back onto Cid, “Mm, you’ve kept your word…only I believe I shall need to be reminded of whose cock belongs in my ass more frequently, as I do not think that I have learned my lesson. We don’t want my “attitude” to get worse, now do we?” He repositioned his head and began drawing little, light circles over and around one of Cid’s nipples, “However, if we partake in these activities more often at our current location, which I am most certainly not opposed to mind you, then we may want to invest in a floor rug.”
“I don’t even wanna think about cleanin’ cat mess outta that,” Cid complained, but could agree that they could certainly have picked a better place. “Vince? I just…I want y’t’know I wouldn’t’ve…wouldn’t’ve done any o’ that, ‘cept I c’d tell y’wanted it. If I really thought y’wanted me t’back off, I would have.” He felt like a babbling idiot, and figured he probably sounded like one as well. “But I guess you ain’t got any complaints, so I ain’t gonna worry about it,” he said as the grin returned. Vincent’s hand was still on his chest, rubbing and tracing but mostly just being there, and Cid thought he might actually fall asleep first for once. “Feel up t’movin back up there,” he asked, gesturing toward the bed, “or just wanna stay here?”
Vincent rubbed his cheek against Cid’s chest, but didn’t stop his hand, “Mm, I know you would, Chief. That’s why I love you.” Then he rose up on his arms and scooted up to look down at Cid and grinned, “But I’m not going to break. I like it when you’re aggressive and rough.” He leaned down and nuzzled just below Cid’s ear. “It arouses me.” Though his limbs were heavy and he didn’t quite trust his legs to reliably support him, he was a little more awake now and quite content to explore the man under him. “But if we stay down here, I fear for your back. So let us move up to the bed.” Reluctantly Vincent rolled off of Cid and wobbled to his feet. He stretched and winced at the dull ache in his lower back, “My but you were thorough,” he said as Cid climbed to his feet beside him then enveloped him in his thick arms. He leaned into the stockier man and wrapped his arms around Cid’s waist, looking at the floor where he had lain distastefully, he said, “What a mess, I shall have to clean that…” then he looked over at the bed and asked, surprised when he saw only his own very rumpled pillow, “Cid, where is your pillow?”
“Ask the damned cat,” Cid grumbled, though he was not as upset as he pretended to be. He lowered himself onto the bed and pulled Vincent sideways onto his lap. ”Brought me a present when ‘e came back,” he said by way of clarifying. “Dead bat. Got blood all over m’pillow. Guess ‘e figured out I’d find it there fer sure. I’ll get a new sooner ‘r later, I guess. Like yours, though.” His hands moved over Vincent’s back a while longer before he sighed happily and brought them to lie on the bed the proper way, Vincent half on top of him as he had been on the floor. “What, didja think I’d moved m’self out t’the couch ‘cause I couldn’t sleep in here withoutcha? Heh…guess I do come off as likely t’do somethin’ like that, don’t I?” Cid nuzzled at the top of Vincent’s head. “An’ you know I like y’aroused,” he said, grinning, “but if I was rough all th’time, it’d never be a s’prise, an’ that just wouldn’t be no good, nossir. B’sides, I gotta be mad t’get like that, an’ it ain’t easy stayin’ mad atcha.”
Vincent hummed his approval and yawned, taking a moment to just listen to Cid’s heartbeat. They didn’t spend enough time just laying and talking together in his opinion. “If you like my pillow that much then it’s yours. Besides,” he snuggled closer to Cid, “I have a much better one here. I like listening to your heart. It soothes me.” Having said that it reminded him of something, “I could have used your “anger” earlier this week though. Hellmasker popped out on me quite unexpectedly. I barely made it out of that thrice-damned boardroom and onto the roof before I lost my hold on him. I uh, rather efficiently disassembled their air-conditioning unit before I got him back under control. Who knew he would take so poorly to stupidity.” He chuckled before murmuring absently, “I shall have to try and find a way to make you mad more often…I really rather enjoyed that. *
“’M glad y’did,” Cid muttered groggily, dragging over the pillow and placing it under his head. “An’ I’d love t’letcha just bitch about yer week at me ‘til y’forget all about it, but that’ll hafta wait ‘til later, I think.” His own yawn followed that statement, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around Vincent just before falling asleep.
Vincent chuckled when he heard Cid’s breathing level out into sleep. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly; quite content to lie there but the need to use the restroom was beginning to make itself known. With a grunt he lifted himself off of Cid, wriggling out from the man’s embrace, and slid off of the bed. Standing was no problem but walking was proving to be decidedly trickier. He took a few steps and teetered a bit until he found his equilibrium and made his slow way out of the bedroom and the short distance to the bathroom. He opened the door and jumped back, startled, when a very wet cat shot past his bare legs. What the…he thought and pushed the door open the rest of the way. What met him was the scene of utter chaos: the first thing to catch his eye was the toilet paper roll was completely unraveled, thoroughly shredded and strung all over the bathroom. Next Vincent noticed that both hand towels were in the toilet, which would explain why the cat was wet, he thought, Hodge must have fallen in and dragged the towels in during his attempt to get out. The tube of toothpaste was ruined, having been punctured multiple times by needle-sharp cat teeth and Cid’s toothbrush…He winced, Yeah, that will have to be disposed of. He sniffed and wrinkled his nose when he detected the smell of urine and groaned when he realized that the bathmat would have to be thrown away as well. He shook his head as he took in the sight of the shower curtain having been yanked halfway off of the rings and Cid’s shotty job of fixing the shower rod had not held up against the feline assault and now lay half pulled-off the wall. How had we missed all this noise? Vincent wondered as he looked at the ruined bathroom in shock. Stepping back, he closed the door and returned to their room. Sitting rather dazedly on the bed, he felt Cid’s eyes on his back and he realized that the pilot had not been lying, and that his week had been just as hard. “Cid,” he started, then hesitated. “What would you do if you were trapped in a tiny room with no means of escape?”
Understanding immediately that the bathroom might never recover from his stupid decision to lock the cat away instead of just killing it as Vincent had suggested, Cid simply groaned and fell back onto the bed, covering his face with Vincent’s pillow.