{T}he Materia Conspiracy 1
Title: The Materia Conspiracy 1
Author:arora_kayd
Beta: point_earedpain
Fandom/Pairing: FFVII, Cid/Vincent
Disclaimer: Owned by Squeenix and them folks.
Summary: This is all point_earedpain's fault. It's crack, I get to be cheesy. And it's turning into a series. *cries* I'm not even into this sort of thing, but now I can't stop. (Name might change later if I can think of something wittier).
Cid was not amused. Extremely not amused. He’d gone through half a pack of cigarettes, nearly chewing the filters off. Oh, the brat was going to pay. Dearly. But, as he was not exactly fit for public viewing, Cid’s vengeance would have to wait. Who the shit thought this shit would be a useful materia?
The innocent purple sphere had been near Cid’s Venus Gospel and, unthinkingly, he had equipped it. As soon as he had picked up the weapon, the material had activated.
There had been an unusual tingling sensation and on a whim Cid had looked down to see it there was a noticeable difference to his appearance.
There was.
Immediately he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His hair, though still short, was slightly longer, his manly stubble was gone, his entire face more shapely.
And, of course, there were the boobs.
He was transfixed by them, inherently unable to resist poking them one or seven times. When the novelty had waned, his thoughts had turned murderous.
He was stubbing out his tenth butt and figuring out yet another way in which to kill Yuffie when the door opened; in all that time, he hadn’t thought to lock it.
“Cid, what time are we… leav-“ Vincent’s sentence died as he caught sight of the pilot and the look of wide-eyed panic on his face.
Silence passed before Vincent spoke up in his typical, unnervingly calm voice. “You’re a girl.”
“Like shit I am!” Cid retorted and then started at the distinctly higher pitch of his voice. Vincent couldn’t resist a smirk. “You shut up. Gods, I’m going to kill that brat!” Cid threw up his arms and fell into the chair behind him, unconsciously crossing his legs. Vincent’s grin grew wider and Cid, upon noticing the look, quickly settled himself in his usual sitting posture and glared. “Just help me figure out how to undo this.”
“Nanaki is probably best suited for this situation. I shall go and fetch him.”
“No!” Vincent turned back from the door, doing little to hide his amusement. “No one else sees this or knows about it. Ever. You figure it out.”
“Have you tried touching the materia again?” Nothing happened. “Perhaps a remedy.” Again, nothing. They tried other items, magic, and different arrangements of materia, but nothing worked.
“I give up. The only thing we haven’t tried is a kiss.”
“Alright.” Vincent rose from where he’d been sitting on the bed and moved towards Cid.
“Whoa! No way. I’m not kissing you like this.” Cid put out his arms, pushing against Vincent’s chest.
“It’s not like we haven’t kissed before, Chief. I don’t see the problem.”
“This-“ he gestured to himself “-isn’t a problem?”
“Like you said, it’s the only thing we haven’t tried.” Vincent moved closer, to Cid’s annoyance, and placed a hand on Cid’s face. “It won’t hurt to try.” Cid crossed his arms, looking like he planned to be stubborn.
“Fine, get it over with.” Vincent leaned down and kissed Cid, noting how different it felt. Soft was the word that came to mind.
Cid felt the tingling sensation once again and broke the kiss. He looked down and felt a rush of relief. He gave himself a grope to just to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
Vincent chuckled, drawing Cid’s attention. “Guess that makes me your knight in shinning armor.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
***
It had been a few days since the incident and Cid was plagued by an idea that hadn’t left him alone. He resolved to get things settled, tired of not being able to focus on his other work. Entering his quarters, he was happy to see the very person he needed to help with his issue.
“Hey, Vin….” The gunman was seated on the bed, reading an old book that Cid knew would make him fall asleep if he ever tried reading it. Vincent marked the page with his discarded headband and looked up.
“Yes, Cid?”
“You remember that thing that happened the other day?”
“Of course.”
“ Well, I didn’t want it back in dangerous hands, so I kept it. And it got me to thinking. Nothing happened when the material is unequipped, so more than one person could use it at any given time.”
“ I have a feeling I know where this conversation is going. The answer is no.”
“Oh, come on, you don’t even want to try? You could think of it as some intellectual exercise. Ok, what if we got tanked first? Would that help?”
“Cid, you don’t even like girls. Why would you want to have sex as one?”
“It’s not like I’d be the only one. Come on, you don’t even to try?”
“Why are yo-.“ Vincent let out a sigh; Cid begging like this was really a pathetic sight. “Fine, maybe for your birthday.”
Author:arora_kayd
Beta: point_earedpain
Fandom/Pairing: FFVII, Cid/Vincent
Disclaimer: Owned by Squeenix and them folks.
Summary: This is all point_earedpain's fault. It's crack, I get to be cheesy. And it's turning into a series. *cries* I'm not even into this sort of thing, but now I can't stop. (Name might change later if I can think of something wittier).
Cid was not amused. Extremely not amused. He’d gone through half a pack of cigarettes, nearly chewing the filters off. Oh, the brat was going to pay. Dearly. But, as he was not exactly fit for public viewing, Cid’s vengeance would have to wait. Who the shit thought this shit would be a useful materia?
The innocent purple sphere had been near Cid’s Venus Gospel and, unthinkingly, he had equipped it. As soon as he had picked up the weapon, the material had activated.
There had been an unusual tingling sensation and on a whim Cid had looked down to see it there was a noticeable difference to his appearance.
There was.
Immediately he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His hair, though still short, was slightly longer, his manly stubble was gone, his entire face more shapely.
And, of course, there were the boobs.
He was transfixed by them, inherently unable to resist poking them one or seven times. When the novelty had waned, his thoughts had turned murderous.
He was stubbing out his tenth butt and figuring out yet another way in which to kill Yuffie when the door opened; in all that time, he hadn’t thought to lock it.
“Cid, what time are we… leav-“ Vincent’s sentence died as he caught sight of the pilot and the look of wide-eyed panic on his face.
Silence passed before Vincent spoke up in his typical, unnervingly calm voice. “You’re a girl.”
“Like shit I am!” Cid retorted and then started at the distinctly higher pitch of his voice. Vincent couldn’t resist a smirk. “You shut up. Gods, I’m going to kill that brat!” Cid threw up his arms and fell into the chair behind him, unconsciously crossing his legs. Vincent’s grin grew wider and Cid, upon noticing the look, quickly settled himself in his usual sitting posture and glared. “Just help me figure out how to undo this.”
“Nanaki is probably best suited for this situation. I shall go and fetch him.”
“No!” Vincent turned back from the door, doing little to hide his amusement. “No one else sees this or knows about it. Ever. You figure it out.”
“Have you tried touching the materia again?” Nothing happened. “Perhaps a remedy.” Again, nothing. They tried other items, magic, and different arrangements of materia, but nothing worked.
“I give up. The only thing we haven’t tried is a kiss.”
“Alright.” Vincent rose from where he’d been sitting on the bed and moved towards Cid.
“Whoa! No way. I’m not kissing you like this.” Cid put out his arms, pushing against Vincent’s chest.
“It’s not like we haven’t kissed before, Chief. I don’t see the problem.”
“This-“ he gestured to himself “-isn’t a problem?”
“Like you said, it’s the only thing we haven’t tried.” Vincent moved closer, to Cid’s annoyance, and placed a hand on Cid’s face. “It won’t hurt to try.” Cid crossed his arms, looking like he planned to be stubborn.
“Fine, get it over with.” Vincent leaned down and kissed Cid, noting how different it felt. Soft was the word that came to mind.
Cid felt the tingling sensation once again and broke the kiss. He looked down and felt a rush of relief. He gave himself a grope to just to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
Vincent chuckled, drawing Cid’s attention. “Guess that makes me your knight in shinning armor.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
***
It had been a few days since the incident and Cid was plagued by an idea that hadn’t left him alone. He resolved to get things settled, tired of not being able to focus on his other work. Entering his quarters, he was happy to see the very person he needed to help with his issue.
“Hey, Vin….” The gunman was seated on the bed, reading an old book that Cid knew would make him fall asleep if he ever tried reading it. Vincent marked the page with his discarded headband and looked up.
“Yes, Cid?”
“You remember that thing that happened the other day?”
“Of course.”
“ Well, I didn’t want it back in dangerous hands, so I kept it. And it got me to thinking. Nothing happened when the material is unequipped, so more than one person could use it at any given time.”
“ I have a feeling I know where this conversation is going. The answer is no.”
“Oh, come on, you don’t even want to try? You could think of it as some intellectual exercise. Ok, what if we got tanked first? Would that help?”
“Cid, you don’t even like girls. Why would you want to have sex as one?”
“It’s not like I’d be the only one. Come on, you don’t even to try?”
“Why are yo-.“ Vincent let out a sigh; Cid begging like this was really a pathetic sight. “Fine, maybe for your birthday.”