Everybody's all falling in love and having relationships, and I'm like: ... Banana?
Antiviral
A Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: Vincent is both worried and confused. Cid is both irritated and confused. They are both really, really aroused right now, and both find that a little bit strange.
Timeline: There is more weird not!werewolf stuff here.
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(In which there is strange not-really-werewolf coitus.)
Slate grey marked in jagged black along the back, brassy amber wrapping legs to match the metallic shine of horns and talons, crimson ruff tapering to a dorsal stripe running the length of a thickly furred tail. Raven-black feathers tipped in ruby unfurled, wide span of wings shivering in a languid stretch. Gleaming fangs were exposed in a wide yawn, and summons-glow eyes cracked open.
Mate was a tight curl of marbled tigers-iron fur and lapis-lazuli feathers against his side. Black nose buried in the thick softness of Mate's cerulean ruff, he chuffed in sleepy contentment. Mate was warm and smelled of him and of happiness and of their recent mating.
Vincent swore he could hear the echoes of CHAOS' laughter.
The gunman froze, not daring to move for a long, terrified heartbeat. He lifted his head, oddly aware of the fact that he could see his own nose. Vincent was no stranger to becoming something inhuman, but he had never before woken to anything but the aftermath of battle, and he had never before woken with someone else sharing his distinctly non-human circumstances. Blood and musk and mako and Cid - the little cave they were denned in was saturated with their scents. Somehow they had found a place up near the cavern ceiling that offered a complete view of the cavern floor. Spirits, there were so many mako fountains, and he could feel the souls sleeping within them.
Vincent looked at Cid again, now that he was more awake. The creatures that they had become were some strange hegemony of predator forms, an amalgamation of Apex hunters. It was tempting to say 'behemoth' and be done with it, but... lupine jaw, dragon horns rising from a high forehead, feline haunches, retractable talons better suited to a hawk's grasping feet, and - Vincent prodded the inside of his mouth with a cautious, almost disturbingly flexible tongue - venom glands, lovely. The guard hairs of their pelts reminded Vincent of dragon whiskers, the undercoats thick and soft like gryphon down. There were barbs hidden in the long fur that tufted at the end of the long, sinuous tail that worked to counterbalance the large feathered wings that sprung up from their backs. Hooked spines - like the thumb claw of a bat - extended from the wing's elbow.
Cid stirred, and Vincent tensed. He had been too confused to really process the information he was collecting, but when confronted with the possibility of an awakened Cid Highwind he was reminded of his instinctive knowledge and thoughts upon his own awakening.
Mate being the key term.
Somehow, Vincent and Cid had been transformed into these creatures and proceeded to... well. Mate, if he wanted to be delicate about how he phrased it. It would really help Vincent achieve some peace of mind if he could just manage to recall if they had been wearing fur before or after the act had occurred. Honestly, Vincent could not decide which option was worse.
Cid yawned - exposing a full set of gleaming, unrepentantly terrifying fangs and a long, slightly bifurcated tongue - stretching out all of his limbs and making their roomy den feel crowded until the pilot folded lapis-lazuli wings back down along his back. Bright blue eyes blinked in still -sleepy contentment, and Cid licked Vincent's jaw in a relaxed greeting.
Vincent could see the moment their predicament registered with the other man. Cid's eyes went wide, fur and quills bristling straight out, turning Cid into a massive ball of blue and gold fluff as the pilot jerked his head back with a strangled yelp.
Cid craned his head around to boggle at his paws. Vincent chuffed a wordless reassurance, because at least they were not alone - and so far they had both managed to more or less avoid losing their minds. In Vincent's history of metamorphic experiences, that put both of them on the better end of the spectrum. Cid caught Vincent's eyes, and they just stared at each other in horribly confused, steadily worsening embarrassment... and then Memory crashed over them both.
/.../
Cid's blood was hot. Not just in temperature - it was spicy, and burned Vincent's mouth like moonshine whiskey. Cid's hands tangled in Vincent's hair as he wrapped his legs around Vincent's hips. The move blocked Vincent's access to his guns, and the adrenaline surge should not have felt nearly as good as it did. Vincent felt the heat in his own blood begin to build as the world outside their clench was lost in a haze of unexpected passion.
Vincent licked the blood off Cid's lips, chasing the traces with single-minded attention while Cid groaned, arching into the weight of Vincent's body with and encouraging wiggle. Vincent rocked his hips into Cid's, hissing in frustration as the fabric of his pants pulled tight. Cid was pulling at Vincent's belts before the gunman was even really aware of the need to move. With a thwarted growl, Cid shredded the leather straps and tough armoured fabric with impatient, be-clawed fingers.
The touch of skin to skin was euphoric, and Vincent bucked into the release of constriction. There was something wrong here, why was - Cid bit Vincent's neck, and any chance they had of regaining control was lost. There was a fire in his blood, in his mind, and all that mattered was the need to satisfy the desire that ruled him.
Neither of them had it in them to be gentle. Vincent forgot himself, forgot the circumstances, forgot his sins, and forgot the wrongness that pervaded the situation... all Vincent knew was passion and golden skin. Cid gave as good as he got, shredding Vincent's protective leathers to free each limb until he reached skin and licking up the blood that beaded from the scratches left behind in his haste with a disorienting soft tongue.
Cid was still glowing, throwing off heat and light that flowed under his skin, surged in his veins. A Limit Break charge that refused to crest, and Vincent chased the shine in fascination, humming in appreciation when Cid's cries of pleasure filled the cavern. Vincent paid no mind to the light gathering under his own skin. The shimmering trails of energy that flowed up over his limbs from the Lifestream-touched pool the gunman had forgotten to get out of when his friend had proven so distracting.
Too consumed by their mindless onslaught on each other, by each other, the two men ignored the way their skin grew tight. Flesh split, reformed, healed around matching set of inhuman features, the blood rapidly washed away by a surge of spirit energy. Cid growled, using Vincent's brass hued behemoth horns to climb the gunman's body for a kiss. Vincent helped, one set of brass claws on Cid's ass and the other pressing gently on the sensitive skin between thrashing wings.
"Viiiiiince..." Cid whined and gasped for breath as Vincent chewed on his neck. "Please, fuck - I need!"
"Yes." Vincent moaned, pulling Cid closer as he sat back on his heels, mako swirling around his thighs. Cid settled upright on Vincent's lap. Wrapped around him chest to chest. "Yes, Cid. Yes."
It should have been harder - both of them would realize that later - it should have been harder, but in that moment of mutual desire it was easy. Easy for Cid to lift up, easy for Vincent to press in. Cid keened, head tossed back, hands locked on Vincent's horns like handlebars. Vincent bowed his head to the pressure, panting with his open mouth pressed to the thin skin of Cid's sternum.
Release was blinding, it left them breathless and near senseless as the last of the raging light faded away. They clung to each other, the contact a comfort rather than an irresistible drive. When they gathered the strength to leave the pool Cid stumbled, sinking down onto four feet in a ripple of gold fur. Vincent huffed, too tired to be amused, but followed suit in putting on his fur to ward off the chill that came with the endorphin crash.
Cid nosed under Vincent's chin, self-marking before he promptly tilted his head to mark Vincent shamelessly. The darker hunter stared at his new mate flatly, and then sighed in resignation. One huge, brass-clawed paw pressed Cid to be still, and Vincent gently started grooming the mako from cid's tiger's-iron gold fur. Cid purred, preening the impressive rack of horn he had so abused during their coupling before copying his mate's actions.
The yawn took Vincent by surprise, as did the sneeze at the end of it. Cid huffed, teeth flashing in a silent laugh. Vincent swiped half-heartedly at Cid's nose. The smaller hunter ducked the lazy blow, and Vincent used to other paw to pin Cid's head long enough to preen the wickedly sharp Bahamut horns that arced away from Cid's skull. Cid's horns were meant to pierce, rather than bludgeon the way Vincent's were formed.
Cid shook Vincent off, rolling to his feet and sniffing at the air, tongue snaking out to taste the currents. Vincent watched curiously as Cid fully circled the cavern once, before using the various ledges of the curving walls to bound up to a wide but shallow opening near the ceiling. Vincent listened to his mate shuffle around for a minute, sprawled out on the warm stone of the floor. Until Cid's head poked out, unimpressed blue eyes locked on his lazing mate. With a defeated sigh, Vincent leapt up the cavern wall to Cid's hidey-hole. The little cave within a cave was more than big enough for the two of them to curl up together and fall asleep in perfect comfort.
So that was what they did.
/.../
"... That spoilt fuckin' brat." Vincent jolted out of his memories, startled by Cid's growl and confused by the lean of the statement. Cid's lip curled away from sharp white teeth. "She fuckin' roofied us inta havin' crazy werewolf sex!"
"We are not wolves." Vincent was surprised by the mildness of his tone. Perhaps he was still in shock.
"What the ever-lovin' fuck would you call us then?" Cid crossed his arms and glowered, two-legged and naked and confused. Fuck it all but he hated not having any answers. "Aside from a creature than nature never intended, and that takes way to fuckin' long to say."
"... I couldn't say. Some form of chimera, perhaps." Vincent shrugged, frowning down at the torn remnants of his travelling clothes. "I can recognize individual aspects of the creatures we transformed into - but we were not coloured correctly, which makes positive identification more difficult."
"Godsdamnit." Cid raked a hand through his hair in frustration, glancing at Vincent with a wince. "... Sorry about gettin' ya caught up in this, Vince, but I appreciate the save, and I don't think She wanted ta leave things ta chance."
"You have mentioned a 'she' before." Vincent kept his voice mild, not wanting to anger Cid further. "Who is 'she'?"
"... Gaia. Was talkin' through Aeris." Cid mumbled, looking away in awkward embarrassment. "We're gettin' turned inta anti-JENOVA weapons or somethin' like that."
"I see." Vincent hesitated, watching Cid's discomforted shifting. The strong urge Vincent felt to comfort the other man's obvious distress was surprising. "I owe you an apology myself. I was rough with you in my frenzy, and I hope that you can one day forgive me for the harm I have inadvertently done to you in my misguided attempt to help."
"The Hel're ya talkin' about, Vince?" Cid looked back up at Vincent with a puzzled twist to his brows. "Ya didn't hurt me none. No more'n I hurt ya back, at any rate."
"Cid, I... I did not prepare you. Before I took you." Vincent cleared his throat and wished enough of his collar had survived their coupling for him to hide his face behind it. Cid went white, then a deep red, squirming in clear mortification. "I, ah, I realize that I may discomfort you, but I will have to check the damage before we attempt to climb down."
"What the fuck, Vince!" Cid squeaked manfully in denial, the shredded red fabric serving as their bed clutched to his chest. "No! Ya didn't hurt me. Fuck, I swear I can't even feel anything', so ya'll kin jest ferget anythin' happened."
"You're numb?" Vincent's eyes went wide with horror and guilt, and he caught Cid's arm, ignoring the indignant squall of cursing outrage that his actions solicited. "Cid, please don't be difficult about this!"
"I'll be as damned fuckin' difficult as I damned well fuckin' please!" Cid flailed, but Vincent had both of Cid's wrists pinned by his left hand, and the right had hooked under Cid's knee and pulled up. "Are you fuckin' ignorin' me? C'mon, Vince, ya don't gottaahngh. Nnh!"
"You are too kind to me, Chief." Vincent was focused, and gentle - he did not want to cause Cid any new trauma on top of what he had already forced on his friend - but Vincent was thorough as he used his fingers to check Cid for damage. Vincent's shoulders slumped in relief when he found nothing wrong, and Vincent smiled at Cid. "You would lie to me to keep me from feeling my guilt, even if I had hurt you. I am gladdened to find that is not the case."
Cid snarled, pupils dilated and every muscle in his torso straining as he shoved his hips up against Vincent's hand. Vincent looked down and swallowed, flash-fire arousal running down his spine at the sight.
"This is insane." Vincent hesitated, fingers pressed up against inexplicably soft, warm skin. Cid made a feral noise that spoke directly to Vincent's hindbrain, and red eyes traced the pilots pinned form. A pink flush coloured tan skin, and blue eyes were dark and hooded. There had to be something affecting them still, Vincent had never felt this sort of mad desire to pin Cid down and (liar! Chaos was howling with laughter. Liar even to yourself!)
"Yer outta yer mind if ya think I'll let ya git away with teasin' me like this, Vince." Cid's teeth were ghost white in the dimness of their little cave.
"I - that was not my intent!" Flustered, Vincent made to pull back, to get some distance from the source of their madness, and was brought up short by strong legs locking around his waist. Vincent was not going anywhere in a hurry, not unless he released Cid's arms... There was something terribly wrong with him, Vincent sucked in a deep breath, that thought really should not arouse him as much as it did.
"Way I see it, ya got two choices here. Lemme go so I kin kill ya proper like fer bein' a gods-be-damned cocktease." A sharp squeeze with his thighs cut off Vincent's next attempt to protest. Cid cocked an eyebrow. "Ya done ditherin'? Then yer second choice is ta man up and fuck me like ya mean it, cowboy."
"Are you not concerned by what has happened to us? We are be-spelled by something that is making us act like this." It was little more than lip service to caution. Vincent's fingers were already sliding back into place, urged on by the sharp arch of Cid's back and eagerly canted hips.
"Ya got some strange damned priorities there, Valentine." Cid panted, squirming in a way that made coordination much more exciting. "Yer a man, so act like it, and can the introspective bullshit fer after we git laid."
"As you wish, Chief." Vincent pushed in, vindictively satisfied by Cid's surprised cry. After that, Vincent was reasonably certain that he had lost his mind, because there was no way a man Cid's age was capable of bending that way.
(Word Count: 2,641)
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So, I have a massive, MASSIVE backlog of FFVII fic. Therefore, I shall alternate FFVII every other fic post until the draft sizes even out a little. Please do not worry, other things are being written. (Yes, I am looking at all of you there, Rings-verse readers. XP)
I will be moving house sometime in the next month or so, which is why you all need to be satisfied with what I've got pre-typed so far. Nothing new is getting written in a hurry, but I have managed to catch up to myself. Which means that the only notebook that has not been typed up is the one I am currently writing in. Once I hit the end of the backlogged stuff I will start posting new things again. Ta-da! Amazing how that works out. XD
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HERE THERE BE DRAGONS!! (Dude, I have just about everything now except for Halloween and Metallics. Go me, yo. I'm pretty sure I'm missing that one really shiny two-headed dragon, but I haven't been able to snag the opal egg.)
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