Midgar Burning - Chapter 35
Title: Midgar Burning
Authors: silence_laughs and calvi_sama
Pairing: Cid x Vincent
Rating: NC-17 (eventually), most certainly R
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the characters and/or locations of FFVII, that would all be SquareEnix. Also any other references to persons or products mentioned herein are purely coincidental *coughs*, and where they are not then they belong to their respective writers, producers, directors, or other individuals/companies listed under that sneaky little thing called a "copyright".
Warnings: Adult themes, blood, some violence, language, kidnapping, torture, mentions of abuse, murder, and above all else...yaoi, the 'inappropriate to minors' kind, the 'makes us sit up past our bedtimes reading' kind, 'cause lets face it folks, it just wouldn't be the same without it! >:3
Summary: Even as Cid fights to show Vincent it’s okay to love again, Vincent’s enemies are moving in. Can Cid secure a place in Vincent’s heart before their world falls apart?
A/N: Two things folks: 1) This is an RP and 2) This fic is AU. The usual players here: silence = Cid, and all in Cid's world, and yours truly = Vincent, and all in Vin's world. Easiest way to say it. ^^ This fic is a 'novel'-form piece (ie multi-chapter) that is darker than what we normally write, and out of our comfort zone in the fact that we normally prefer to stick to canon-type stuff. But I got the idea from ani_mama's artwork (more specifically this picture), persuaded silence to "go along with it", and it's been going 'full steam ahead' since then, and quite grown on us. We hope you all like it! Icon art provided by silk_weaver
A/N Addendum from Cal: Also, this fic is going to show Vincent's extreme emotional instability brought about by his past, his trauma experienced with Rufus and the life that he currently leads. And while the 'plot' is, and shall remain, near and dear to us, and we shall attempt to continue doing it justice, it's primarily a story about how CId fights to save Vincent's soul, and their struggles trying initiate and maintain a relationship in their hellish world. So be prepared for what canon buffs would call "OOC" behavior on Vincent's part, and probably on Cid's as well at times. I strove to remain as completely loyal to Vincent's core character as I could, while exercising creative rights to expound and develop said character. He's going to be all over the place folks, and confused as hell on top of that, as one would expect from a character suffering from posttraumatic stress, so get ready for it.
** This chapter contains mature content of a sexual nature between two men and may not be suitable for all readers, viewer discretion is advised. **
Chapter 35
“Cid,” Vincent groaned, as he let the cop steer him back into the bedroom, the man’s arms never leaving their embrace. He could feel Cid’s erection pressing firmly against the cleft of his backside, and he clenched his muscles even as he longed for more. They stopped at the edge of the bed, and Cid’s hands found their way back down between his legs, to cup and squeeze, and Vincent groaned low in his throat. He was quickly drowning in sensation he never thought he could experience with another person, let alone another man.
Being pressed against Vincent this way was torture, but he could not have been paid to move away…unless it was to progress. “Y’feel that? S’what y’do t’me just about ever’ time I get too close to ya.” Cid nipped at Vincent’s earlobe, less gently this time, as his hands stopped their groping and moved on to find more productive work. He had to pull away a bit from behind, but it would be worth it. Once the ugly pants were pushed down a fraction and their drawstring was loosened, they slid neatly off Vincent’s body and pooled around his ankles. Free now to pursue their target directly, his hands returned to Vincent’s thighs so he could grip them as his own hips came forward again to create that same wonderful contact with Vincent from behind. Unable to resist touching the now considerable erection he could see over Vincent’s shoulder, Cid wrapped an encouraging hand around it and murmured, “Y’know what I wanna do. It’s okay?”
Vincent’s only reply was yet another moan as he turned in Cid’s loose embrace. Wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to pump it, he welded his lips to Cid’s, opening his mouth and thrusting deep with his tongue. His other hand went around Cid’s waist to grip one of Cid’s buttocks and squeeze it firmly.
Cid allowed Vincent to lead the kiss; he gave when Vincent pushed and reached when Vincent’s tongue retreated. It lasted several long moments Cid would not have traded for anything else in the world, but the moment they broke apart, he returned to craving more. His arms wrapped around Vincent and held him tightly through one more searing kiss, and then gently pressed him onto the mattress, freeing Cid to slip his own shorts to the floor. He would have been able to, that is, had he not been distracted by the sight of Vincent watching him, hand still steadily working his cock. Instead of simply removing his pants, Cid locked eyes with Vincent and made a production of the act, exaggerating the time it took to push them over his hips and groaning loudly when they made contact with his own erection. When the shorts finally lay on the floor behind Cid, the big body they had just left joined Vincent’s on the bed for another kiss.
Panting into the kiss, Vincent brought his body closer to release with each jerk on his cock. Cid’s lips, firm and demanding against his own, the man’s tongue thrusting against his, was heady; the cop’s hot body half-pinning his own to the mattress only served to enflame his lust. Never before, with any of his past lovers, had he ever been able to be this rough, to move this desperately. His breathing turned ever more ragged as he came closer to orgasm. “So close…ngh…so- so…close!” He needed more, he needed…”Cid.” He groaned.
“Vincent,” Cid gasped, breaking away from the place on Vincent’s neck he was kissing. He wanted to watch, to see when- no; Vincent deserved more than his own hand. He deserved everything Cid had promised him and more, and Cid would see that he got it tonight. With reluctance that matched the look on Vincent’s face, Cid reached down and removed Vincent’s hand from its work and grabbed the other just in case. He brought them together gently over Vincent’s head, holding them with one of his own hands, and whispered, “Doncha wanna know what it feels like t’come while I’m inside ya? Hm?” He nuzzled Vincent’s ear and bit gently, tugging on the lobe. “Wanna have m’arms around ya when y’let go, m’mouth on yours so only I c’n hear when y’yell for me? I want that,” Cid finished quietly, now drawing back to look into Vincent’s eyes earnestly. “I wanna make ya feel that good.”
Vincent had let loose a disappointed little whimper when Cid had pried his hand from his erection, and when the man had pinned both of them above his head he had begun to squirm as he sought contact for his throbbing cock. He arched his back, rolled his head to the side to run his tongue over his own arm and spread his legs, rocking his pelvis up to at least try and get some relief by rubbing is cock against his own belly. But that had backfired horribly when it only served to tease him rather than provide any relief. “Cid,” he begged in his deep voice, made rougher now by his own desire as his hands opened and closed, fingers curling and uncurling as he squirmed in Cid’s hold. “Please…” he begged.
“I know,” Cid choked out. “Y’want more, don’t ya? I know. I’mma give ya what y’want. But y’gotta promise, Vin, keep these hands up here just a minute longer, a’ right?” At Vincent’s hurried but seemingly distracted nod, Cid released him slowly and moved to the other side of the bed to fumble around inside the drawer of the bedside table. There was a nearly full bottle of what he needed, and he returned to Vincent with it triumphantly. Looking at the flushed, fevered body was enough to send another strong shudder through him, and he began warming the oil on his fingers while pressing slow, openmouthed kisses on Vincent’s chest.
“Nnnn,” Vincent moaned softly, repetitively, in between pants. He tried to do what Cid told him to do, and keep his hands above his head, even with them fisted in his hair, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult as his need for release continued to build until his whole body was one throbbing burn of desire. He didn’t care what Cid did, just as long as it gave him that thrill of pleasure that he remembered from the last time he gave Cid his body. He needed to occupy his mouth, and just biting on his lower lip was not giving him the satisfaction he yearned for, so he broke his hastily given word to Cid, and removed his hands from above his head. Bringing them down, he placed them on either side of Cid’s face and brought the man’s lips back up to his own, moaning as he devoured the cop’s mouth. But try as he might he couldn’t thrust his tongue deep enough, kiss hard enough or suck on Cid’s bottom lip enough to satisfy him, and he broke the kiss with a whimpered groan of frustration.
Cid was having a difficult time accomplishing anything. He was torn between watching Vincent like this as he struggled to find pleasure on his own and moving forward so the pleasure would be greater and mutual. The former was very tempting; Vincent was captivating like this, and Cid could have watched him for hours had not the compulsion to touch interrupted him. Yet, as nice as it was to watch, Cid wanted to be the one who gave Vincent the pleasure he was seeking. The oil was probably less cold now, and the sooner that was done, the sooner Cid could- Cid sat back and chewed on his lower lip. This needed to be about Vincent and not him, and he could find other ways to please Vincent, to keep the anticipation alive longer…But Vincent wanted release, and soon, and Cid wanted nothing more than to help him enjoy this. But…there was always a “but.” It wasn’t necessarily certain that Vincent would enjoy what Cid wanted to do, or even permit it. And if he did permit it but didn’t enjoy it, chances were that he would not stop Cid and Cid would end up having hurt him again in yet another irreparable way. He’d been thinking too long; Vincent would think he was losing interest, and he was most certainly not. Taking a deep breath, Cid leaned over Vincent and asked seriously, “Vincent, do- d’ya trust me t’make ya feel good?”
That cut through his haze of lust with surgical precision. Though continuing to breathe deeply, with gooseflesh covering his chest, his movements stilled. Vincent frowned slightly and asked, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I want- w’ll it feels good when I kiss ya, don’t it?” Cid asked, demonstrating briefly and finding himself even more reluctant to release Vincent’s mouth this time. “An’ when I touch ya, y’like that,” he said, and grinned as his hand teased down Vincent’s side and back up. “An’ when I- with m’fingers, when I do it just right?” This was a bad idea, and he should stop, should not have even entertained thoughts… “I love makin’ you feel like that.” He punctuated the statement with another searching kiss, fully pressing his body against Vincent’s. “So much. An’ I wanna do that now, make y’feel good like that, but I dunno if y’d be okay with…” He sighed and let his forehead fall to rest against Vincent’s, bodies still aligned. “Would it be disgustin’ to ya f’I…” the rest was mumbled, and Cid could feel his cheeks heating further; had they not already been flushed with emotion and lust, a blush would most certainly have formed now.
Vincent shivered when he felt Cid’s hand smooth over his tingling flesh, the callouses scraping gently, and he moaned softly as he arched his back up to press his chest against Cid’s. Yes, Cid knew how to make him feel good, and he was hoping the man was going to do that now. But the way Cid was talking, it almost sounded like it embarrassed Cid to touch him. Cid mumbled something into his neck, and Vincent pulled his head back to look at Cid, startled. Surely he hadn’t heard Cid right…had he? “You…you, uh…what?” he squeaked rather inelegantly.
Cid groaned and dropped his head onto Vincent’s shoulder, then said plaintively, “Don’ make me say it again… If, uh, if it’s not all right, I understand.” He did understand, and he wouldn’t be surprised or disappointed if Vincent did refuse. “I just thought…well, I wanna make sure y’feel better t’night than y’ever have.” He grinned up at Vincent and waited.
Vincent heard the sincerity in Cid’s voice and it touched him. He turned his head so that his lips were right by Cid’s ear and breathed, “You already have.” He then flicked his tongue out and across Cid’s earlobe as his heart began to beat faster, not in fear this time…but in anticipation. He sucked on the lobe briefly as his hand strayed back down to wrap around his cock, before moaning softly, “Yes.”
Cid shivered and kissed Vincent again before moving aside so he could roll over and draw himself onto his hands and knees. When that was done, Cid knelt behind him and stretched over him, placing kisses from the base of his neck down his spine until he, too, was properly positioned. As he lowered himself to the appropriate height and spread Vincent with one hand on each cheek, the realization of what he was about to do hit him. He figured this was the point at which he would become disgusted and want to back, but he found that instead, he was quite looking forward to the reactions he’d get and not at all dreading the act. He swallowed anyway to steel himself and then leaned forward and began with a kiss that turned into a very wet swipe of his tongue. At the thought of what was happening, Cid felt a rush of arousal and let out a choked-off moan before repeating the action. He shifted his hands so that one kept the flesh accessible while the other stroked mindlessly and soothingly over Vincent’s hip.
With a massive shudder and low, deep moan, Vinent’s eyelids fluttered when he felt the slow, wet lick of Cid’s tongue over his anus. Never had he ever been touched in such a way before. His breathing sped up, and he parted his legs even wider as he gave encouraging little murmurs and moans. What Cid was doing was intensely intimate; the sort of thing lovers did, safely sequestered in the confines of their own home, safe from prying eyes, whispering tongues and cruel judgments. He jumped when he felt Cid’s tongue thrust just past the tight ring of muscle and he looked back over his shoulder, cheeks flushed, lids heavy and his thick hair obscuring a portion of his face. He could see a sliver of blue from Cid’s shuttered eyes as the cop hummed his pleasure. Vincent licked his lips as he continued to watch Cid, giving a soft, lusty yelp and groan when Cid paused in the laving of his puckered opening to nip one rounded buttock.
Vincent let his head drop, becoming lost in the erotic pleasure Cid was giving him. Looking down his body, past his own straining erection, he could see Cid’s cock, hanging thick and heavy and hard in between the man’s thighs. The broad tip glistened as it wept pre-come. He shuddered when he remembered what that flesh felt like stretching his body. He stared at it, wanting to wrap his lips around it so badly that he shook from the intensity of it. He wanted it shoved into his body, over and over, and the muscles of his ass clenched reflexively. “Cid,” he moaned, near desperately, as he fisted his hands in the bedspread.
Cid could have continued all night, spurred on by Vincent’s sounds of pleasure and his body’s reactions. However, for now, he pulled away after a few more thrusts of his tongue and one last lingering lick- and then, of course, a kiss to the back of each thigh before he rose up and stretched for the bottle of oil. He coated his cock first, and the touch was massive relief after so long with no contact. It also drove home just how much he wanted to be with Vincent. A quiet, shuddering whimper left him as he abandoned his erection again to finish preparing Vincent. His fingers and his breath made sure the oil was not too cold before he inserted the first finger, finding that the entrance presented almost no difficulty. It was only after the second finger had joined the first that Cid realized he wanted to see Vincent for this, to be able to look into his eyes. The sounds were wonderful, but there was much more to be said for the sight of Vincent in pleasure. “Hey,” he said, “I don’t wanna…like this. S’it okay if we do it another way?”
Vincent had gasped when Cid had inserted his finger, had given a breathy little moan when the second had joined the first and he had begun rocking back onto Cid’s fingers almost eagerly. When Cid stopped, Vincent looked over his shoulder with a small sound of disappointment. “Don’t stop,” he gasped. “Don’t…stop…” What was Cid saying about “another way”? How many other ways were there? He forced himself to take deep if slightly broken breaths in an effort to calm down. “Another way?” he asked roughly.
“Yeah,” Cid said, nodding. “Wanna look atcha. Be easier t’finish this while’m back here, though,” he muttered, and shot a knowing grin at Vincent as both fingers gently but abruptly pressed back inside and began scissoring again. When he was confident that replacing his fingers with his cock would bring little more than brief discomfort, Cid removed them and crawled up the bed to recline against the headrest. “C’mere,” he told Vincent, holding out his arms and smiling widely. “C’n even hold ya this way without almost bendin’ one of us in half.”
Curious as to just what Cid had in mind Vincent raised an eyebrow as the cop got situated then both eyebrows rose as he understood what he was supposed to do. Blushing, he moved to straddle Cid’s hips while Cid held his cock in position. With a hand on Cid’s shoulder he slowly eased himself down onto Cid’s turgid length, gasping as the man’s cock slowly filled him, stretched him and his eyelids fluttered as he bit his lower lip. Once he was fully seated, he tipped his head back, and found that he rather enjoyed the feeling of Cid inside him. A tiny, pleased smiled curled the corners of his lips up as his other hand went to Cid’s other shoulder and the cop slowly stroked his sides.
Cid had nodded his encouragement but been sharply cut off at the feeling of Vincent beginning to sink onto him. He gasped as well, mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to find words to express his ecstasy. He gave up with that and instead, when they had adjusted to this position, reached down to grip Vincent’s hips loosely. He liked Vincent’s hands on his shoulders, but he liked them even better wrapped around him- if only they could get closer like this. But they would have time later to cuddle to their mutual hearts’ content. He wanted to touch Vincent’s cock, and looking at it only increased the compulsion, but he forced himself away. For now, he rocked Vincent gently against him and made eye contact, urging him on that way before letting his hands go back to stroking Vincent’s sides.
Cid moved so easily inside of him now that Vincent could focus more on finding that one spot that he so desperately yearned for. A slight rock of his pelvis had him arching his back and reaching behind him to grip Cid’s bent knees with a sharply gasped, “Gods!” He then proceeded to raise and lower himself on Cid’s erection just enough to pet that spot and send tiny shivers of pleasure up his spine. Letting his head rock back once more, he gave soft little moans, quite content to remain at this speed and position, but Cid quite clearly, had other plans. Vincent gasped when Cid gave a low growl and thrust up with his hips, hard. His eyes flew open when the cop’s movement shoved him up and forward sharply, forcing him to catch himself with his arms or fall completely on top of Cid. He would have said something except that Cid had begun to thrust up with an unexpected aggression, and he had to keep braced upon his arms as the man wiped all coherent thought clean away.
Vincent had thought he had found the best speed and position for the pleasure he thought he had wanted, but Cid had just done a spectacular job at proving him wrong; the shivers of pleasure turned into great waves that washed over and consumed him. Cid’s thrusts were hard and fast, the cop’s hands having moved to his buttocks where they were pulled roughly apart, and the pleasure it wrought built just as quickly. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck…” Vincent moaned crudely, and that was the end of intelligible words as he was rendered down to broken moans and labored panting breaths. With a sudden shudder and a bitten, hoarse cry, he came, spilling his seed onto Cid’s stomach, even as he continued to hold himself braced and steady as Cid continued to pound up into him. All he could do was ride out the waves of pleasure that continued while his brain swam in a blissed-out haze.
Cid hadn’t planned to push, but he’d had to. Finally they’d gotten to this point…and then Vincent had just been teasing, and while that was great most of the time, it was too much now. Cid had gone far too long without taking anything for his own pleasure, and before he knew it, he had all but snapped and started taking him, and the flicker of guilt that appeared at the brief moment of shock on Vincent’s face disappeared quickly when he saw how much Vincent was enjoying this. He was surprised again when Vincent came; he hadn’t touched him, and Vincent’s hands were still busy keeping him from falling.
The thought that Vincent had needed only this encouraged him further, and Cid kept thrusting, holding off his orgasm until he couldn’t take it anymore and shoved himself deep into Vincent with another growl, holding the body above him firmly in place. Only after his vision had cleared again did he realize that his mouth was full of Vincent’s shoulder, and that he wasn’t ready to let it go yet. He released it anyway in favor of the chance to catch Vincent’s eye as his arms drifted up and settled across the scarred back. His breaths still shuddered when they left him, and he could feel his eyes still trying to focus.
He scooted up so Vincent would not be in danger of falling over, and found that he could not phrase a proper question yet, so he nuzzled at Vincent’s neck and made an inquisitive noise. He gave an internal sigh at the realization that he really did need to learn to control himself somewhat during sex.
When it was finally over, the pleasure fading away to leave a dull, persistent throb in his low back and rectum, Vincent found himself disappointed. He wasn’t ready to stop yet, though his body was clearly trying to tell him otherwise. Cid was buried inside him, and he was content with that as he rocked back to fully seat himself again on the slowly softening flesh. He looked down at the fluid glistening on Cid’s stomach and he trailed two fingers through it, and brought his hand up to look at the white, slightly pearlescent substance wonderingly. He put the two fingers into his mouth and sucked the semen off, tasting his slightly salty, slightly sour essence while looking at Cid. “I had no idea that could happen; that I could come without being…stimulated.” He blushed furiously and looked away.
Cid smiled and let his hands trail over Vincent’s back. “I didn’t expect ya to either.” He laughed. “Makes me damn proud o’ m’self, I know that.” Vincent’s fingers were playing over his skin again, collecting more of the fluid, and Cid snatched his wrist and brought the fingers to his own mouth before Vincent could attempt to get a second taste. He shut his eyes and moaned around the digits as he sucked them gently and cleaned them with his tongue. “It feels so good t’know I made you feel like that. Thank you,” he said, almost shyly, “fer lettin’ me…do that.” Both his hands still held Vincent’s right one, and he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it. He smiled again as he choked back the words of love that so badly wanted to be spoken. “Reckon I’d better get some mouthwash in me sometime soon. I ain’t sleepin’t’night less’n I get me a couple more o’ them kisses.” He made no move to dislodge Vincent or remove himself from Vincent’s body; this too was a part of the intimacy Cid craved. His hands released Vincent’s and went to either side of his face instead, gently holding and stroking back chunks of hair while Cid looked at him, taking in the disheveled and satisfied look. He couldn’t keep quiet any longer when their eyes met. “I really do, y’know.”
Vincent’s blush deepened at the mention of ‘mouthwash’ and he averted his eyes again, severely embarrassed. “I’m sure you would like some mouthwash considering where that mouth has been.” But it was soothing, Cid’s hands on him. They were so very, very gentle, reverent and cherishing. Vincent covered one of Cid’s hands with one of his own, and looked back at Cid’s face, his own still too hot for his own comfort. “Really do what?” he asked curiously.
“Love ya,” Cid breathed, and it was his turn to avert his eyes to escape the discomfort he knew he would see in Vincent’s. “All of ya. Love kissin’ ya, touchin’ ya, makin’ y’feel good in ever’ way I c’n think of. Love makin’ ya smile an’ laugh more’n just ‘bout anything. I couldn’t be happier when I’m with you. I’ve never, ever been happier than I am on th’worst o’ days with you. I just…there’s nothin’ else I c’d ever ask for.” He wasn’t sure that Vincent would understand, but he would wait for the day he did, no matter how long that took. “I don’t give a shit what anybody else’s told ya. Y’re fuckin’ perfect,” he finished matter-of-factly.
Vincent blinked slowly. What did he say to that? No one had ever really told him that or cared about such little things as his smile. He pulled Cid up against him, wrapping his arms around the man’s big body, and fisted one hand in Cid’s wild blond hair. He held Cid to him and whispered, “Thank you.” He shut his eyes tightly and turned his lips in toward Cid’s ear. “Thank you.” He then pulled back and ran fingers lightly over one of Cid’s now-smooth cheeks and murmured softly, “But for the love of Holy, I do not see what you see. There is nothing redeemable here. I am only a shell of the man I once was.” Vincent leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Cid’s, kissing the cop slowly, trying to show with his mouth what he just could not say with his voice because of the doubt that weighed him down. But his heart knew; a quiet little secret it hoarded to itself in smug silence as it waited until the right time when its owner would believe it…that he was beginning to fall in love.
Authors: silence_laughs and calvi_sama
Pairing: Cid x Vincent
Rating: NC-17 (eventually), most certainly R
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the characters and/or locations of FFVII, that would all be SquareEnix. Also any other references to persons or products mentioned herein are purely coincidental *coughs*, and where they are not then they belong to their respective writers, producers, directors, or other individuals/companies listed under that sneaky little thing called a "copyright".
Warnings: Adult themes, blood, some violence, language, kidnapping, torture, mentions of abuse, murder, and above all else...yaoi, the 'inappropriate to minors' kind, the 'makes us sit up past our bedtimes reading' kind, 'cause lets face it folks, it just wouldn't be the same without it! >:3
Summary: Even as Cid fights to show Vincent it’s okay to love again, Vincent’s enemies are moving in. Can Cid secure a place in Vincent’s heart before their world falls apart?
A/N: Two things folks: 1) This is an RP and 2) This fic is AU. The usual players here: silence = Cid, and all in Cid's world, and yours truly = Vincent, and all in Vin's world. Easiest way to say it. ^^ This fic is a 'novel'-form piece (ie multi-chapter) that is darker than what we normally write, and out of our comfort zone in the fact that we normally prefer to stick to canon-type stuff. But I got the idea from ani_mama's artwork (more specifically this picture), persuaded silence to "go along with it", and it's been going 'full steam ahead' since then, and quite grown on us. We hope you all like it! Icon art provided by silk_weaver
A/N Addendum from Cal: Also, this fic is going to show Vincent's extreme emotional instability brought about by his past, his trauma experienced with Rufus and the life that he currently leads. And while the 'plot' is, and shall remain, near and dear to us, and we shall attempt to continue doing it justice, it's primarily a story about how CId fights to save Vincent's soul, and their struggles trying initiate and maintain a relationship in their hellish world. So be prepared for what canon buffs would call "OOC" behavior on Vincent's part, and probably on Cid's as well at times. I strove to remain as completely loyal to Vincent's core character as I could, while exercising creative rights to expound and develop said character. He's going to be all over the place folks, and confused as hell on top of that, as one would expect from a character suffering from posttraumatic stress, so get ready for it.
** This chapter contains mature content of a sexual nature between two men and may not be suitable for all readers, viewer discretion is advised. **
Chapter 35
“Cid,” Vincent groaned, as he let the cop steer him back into the bedroom, the man’s arms never leaving their embrace. He could feel Cid’s erection pressing firmly against the cleft of his backside, and he clenched his muscles even as he longed for more. They stopped at the edge of the bed, and Cid’s hands found their way back down between his legs, to cup and squeeze, and Vincent groaned low in his throat. He was quickly drowning in sensation he never thought he could experience with another person, let alone another man.
Being pressed against Vincent this way was torture, but he could not have been paid to move away…unless it was to progress. “Y’feel that? S’what y’do t’me just about ever’ time I get too close to ya.” Cid nipped at Vincent’s earlobe, less gently this time, as his hands stopped their groping and moved on to find more productive work. He had to pull away a bit from behind, but it would be worth it. Once the ugly pants were pushed down a fraction and their drawstring was loosened, they slid neatly off Vincent’s body and pooled around his ankles. Free now to pursue their target directly, his hands returned to Vincent’s thighs so he could grip them as his own hips came forward again to create that same wonderful contact with Vincent from behind. Unable to resist touching the now considerable erection he could see over Vincent’s shoulder, Cid wrapped an encouraging hand around it and murmured, “Y’know what I wanna do. It’s okay?”
Vincent’s only reply was yet another moan as he turned in Cid’s loose embrace. Wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to pump it, he welded his lips to Cid’s, opening his mouth and thrusting deep with his tongue. His other hand went around Cid’s waist to grip one of Cid’s buttocks and squeeze it firmly.
Cid allowed Vincent to lead the kiss; he gave when Vincent pushed and reached when Vincent’s tongue retreated. It lasted several long moments Cid would not have traded for anything else in the world, but the moment they broke apart, he returned to craving more. His arms wrapped around Vincent and held him tightly through one more searing kiss, and then gently pressed him onto the mattress, freeing Cid to slip his own shorts to the floor. He would have been able to, that is, had he not been distracted by the sight of Vincent watching him, hand still steadily working his cock. Instead of simply removing his pants, Cid locked eyes with Vincent and made a production of the act, exaggerating the time it took to push them over his hips and groaning loudly when they made contact with his own erection. When the shorts finally lay on the floor behind Cid, the big body they had just left joined Vincent’s on the bed for another kiss.
Panting into the kiss, Vincent brought his body closer to release with each jerk on his cock. Cid’s lips, firm and demanding against his own, the man’s tongue thrusting against his, was heady; the cop’s hot body half-pinning his own to the mattress only served to enflame his lust. Never before, with any of his past lovers, had he ever been able to be this rough, to move this desperately. His breathing turned ever more ragged as he came closer to orgasm. “So close…ngh…so- so…close!” He needed more, he needed…”Cid.” He groaned.
“Vincent,” Cid gasped, breaking away from the place on Vincent’s neck he was kissing. He wanted to watch, to see when- no; Vincent deserved more than his own hand. He deserved everything Cid had promised him and more, and Cid would see that he got it tonight. With reluctance that matched the look on Vincent’s face, Cid reached down and removed Vincent’s hand from its work and grabbed the other just in case. He brought them together gently over Vincent’s head, holding them with one of his own hands, and whispered, “Doncha wanna know what it feels like t’come while I’m inside ya? Hm?” He nuzzled Vincent’s ear and bit gently, tugging on the lobe. “Wanna have m’arms around ya when y’let go, m’mouth on yours so only I c’n hear when y’yell for me? I want that,” Cid finished quietly, now drawing back to look into Vincent’s eyes earnestly. “I wanna make ya feel that good.”
Vincent had let loose a disappointed little whimper when Cid had pried his hand from his erection, and when the man had pinned both of them above his head he had begun to squirm as he sought contact for his throbbing cock. He arched his back, rolled his head to the side to run his tongue over his own arm and spread his legs, rocking his pelvis up to at least try and get some relief by rubbing is cock against his own belly. But that had backfired horribly when it only served to tease him rather than provide any relief. “Cid,” he begged in his deep voice, made rougher now by his own desire as his hands opened and closed, fingers curling and uncurling as he squirmed in Cid’s hold. “Please…” he begged.
“I know,” Cid choked out. “Y’want more, don’t ya? I know. I’mma give ya what y’want. But y’gotta promise, Vin, keep these hands up here just a minute longer, a’ right?” At Vincent’s hurried but seemingly distracted nod, Cid released him slowly and moved to the other side of the bed to fumble around inside the drawer of the bedside table. There was a nearly full bottle of what he needed, and he returned to Vincent with it triumphantly. Looking at the flushed, fevered body was enough to send another strong shudder through him, and he began warming the oil on his fingers while pressing slow, openmouthed kisses on Vincent’s chest.
“Nnnn,” Vincent moaned softly, repetitively, in between pants. He tried to do what Cid told him to do, and keep his hands above his head, even with them fisted in his hair, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult as his need for release continued to build until his whole body was one throbbing burn of desire. He didn’t care what Cid did, just as long as it gave him that thrill of pleasure that he remembered from the last time he gave Cid his body. He needed to occupy his mouth, and just biting on his lower lip was not giving him the satisfaction he yearned for, so he broke his hastily given word to Cid, and removed his hands from above his head. Bringing them down, he placed them on either side of Cid’s face and brought the man’s lips back up to his own, moaning as he devoured the cop’s mouth. But try as he might he couldn’t thrust his tongue deep enough, kiss hard enough or suck on Cid’s bottom lip enough to satisfy him, and he broke the kiss with a whimpered groan of frustration.
Cid was having a difficult time accomplishing anything. He was torn between watching Vincent like this as he struggled to find pleasure on his own and moving forward so the pleasure would be greater and mutual. The former was very tempting; Vincent was captivating like this, and Cid could have watched him for hours had not the compulsion to touch interrupted him. Yet, as nice as it was to watch, Cid wanted to be the one who gave Vincent the pleasure he was seeking. The oil was probably less cold now, and the sooner that was done, the sooner Cid could- Cid sat back and chewed on his lower lip. This needed to be about Vincent and not him, and he could find other ways to please Vincent, to keep the anticipation alive longer…But Vincent wanted release, and soon, and Cid wanted nothing more than to help him enjoy this. But…there was always a “but.” It wasn’t necessarily certain that Vincent would enjoy what Cid wanted to do, or even permit it. And if he did permit it but didn’t enjoy it, chances were that he would not stop Cid and Cid would end up having hurt him again in yet another irreparable way. He’d been thinking too long; Vincent would think he was losing interest, and he was most certainly not. Taking a deep breath, Cid leaned over Vincent and asked seriously, “Vincent, do- d’ya trust me t’make ya feel good?”
That cut through his haze of lust with surgical precision. Though continuing to breathe deeply, with gooseflesh covering his chest, his movements stilled. Vincent frowned slightly and asked, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I want- w’ll it feels good when I kiss ya, don’t it?” Cid asked, demonstrating briefly and finding himself even more reluctant to release Vincent’s mouth this time. “An’ when I touch ya, y’like that,” he said, and grinned as his hand teased down Vincent’s side and back up. “An’ when I- with m’fingers, when I do it just right?” This was a bad idea, and he should stop, should not have even entertained thoughts… “I love makin’ you feel like that.” He punctuated the statement with another searching kiss, fully pressing his body against Vincent’s. “So much. An’ I wanna do that now, make y’feel good like that, but I dunno if y’d be okay with…” He sighed and let his forehead fall to rest against Vincent’s, bodies still aligned. “Would it be disgustin’ to ya f’I…” the rest was mumbled, and Cid could feel his cheeks heating further; had they not already been flushed with emotion and lust, a blush would most certainly have formed now.
Vincent shivered when he felt Cid’s hand smooth over his tingling flesh, the callouses scraping gently, and he moaned softly as he arched his back up to press his chest against Cid’s. Yes, Cid knew how to make him feel good, and he was hoping the man was going to do that now. But the way Cid was talking, it almost sounded like it embarrassed Cid to touch him. Cid mumbled something into his neck, and Vincent pulled his head back to look at Cid, startled. Surely he hadn’t heard Cid right…had he? “You…you, uh…what?” he squeaked rather inelegantly.
Cid groaned and dropped his head onto Vincent’s shoulder, then said plaintively, “Don’ make me say it again… If, uh, if it’s not all right, I understand.” He did understand, and he wouldn’t be surprised or disappointed if Vincent did refuse. “I just thought…well, I wanna make sure y’feel better t’night than y’ever have.” He grinned up at Vincent and waited.
Vincent heard the sincerity in Cid’s voice and it touched him. He turned his head so that his lips were right by Cid’s ear and breathed, “You already have.” He then flicked his tongue out and across Cid’s earlobe as his heart began to beat faster, not in fear this time…but in anticipation. He sucked on the lobe briefly as his hand strayed back down to wrap around his cock, before moaning softly, “Yes.”
Cid shivered and kissed Vincent again before moving aside so he could roll over and draw himself onto his hands and knees. When that was done, Cid knelt behind him and stretched over him, placing kisses from the base of his neck down his spine until he, too, was properly positioned. As he lowered himself to the appropriate height and spread Vincent with one hand on each cheek, the realization of what he was about to do hit him. He figured this was the point at which he would become disgusted and want to back, but he found that instead, he was quite looking forward to the reactions he’d get and not at all dreading the act. He swallowed anyway to steel himself and then leaned forward and began with a kiss that turned into a very wet swipe of his tongue. At the thought of what was happening, Cid felt a rush of arousal and let out a choked-off moan before repeating the action. He shifted his hands so that one kept the flesh accessible while the other stroked mindlessly and soothingly over Vincent’s hip.
With a massive shudder and low, deep moan, Vinent’s eyelids fluttered when he felt the slow, wet lick of Cid’s tongue over his anus. Never had he ever been touched in such a way before. His breathing sped up, and he parted his legs even wider as he gave encouraging little murmurs and moans. What Cid was doing was intensely intimate; the sort of thing lovers did, safely sequestered in the confines of their own home, safe from prying eyes, whispering tongues and cruel judgments. He jumped when he felt Cid’s tongue thrust just past the tight ring of muscle and he looked back over his shoulder, cheeks flushed, lids heavy and his thick hair obscuring a portion of his face. He could see a sliver of blue from Cid’s shuttered eyes as the cop hummed his pleasure. Vincent licked his lips as he continued to watch Cid, giving a soft, lusty yelp and groan when Cid paused in the laving of his puckered opening to nip one rounded buttock.
Vincent let his head drop, becoming lost in the erotic pleasure Cid was giving him. Looking down his body, past his own straining erection, he could see Cid’s cock, hanging thick and heavy and hard in between the man’s thighs. The broad tip glistened as it wept pre-come. He shuddered when he remembered what that flesh felt like stretching his body. He stared at it, wanting to wrap his lips around it so badly that he shook from the intensity of it. He wanted it shoved into his body, over and over, and the muscles of his ass clenched reflexively. “Cid,” he moaned, near desperately, as he fisted his hands in the bedspread.
Cid could have continued all night, spurred on by Vincent’s sounds of pleasure and his body’s reactions. However, for now, he pulled away after a few more thrusts of his tongue and one last lingering lick- and then, of course, a kiss to the back of each thigh before he rose up and stretched for the bottle of oil. He coated his cock first, and the touch was massive relief after so long with no contact. It also drove home just how much he wanted to be with Vincent. A quiet, shuddering whimper left him as he abandoned his erection again to finish preparing Vincent. His fingers and his breath made sure the oil was not too cold before he inserted the first finger, finding that the entrance presented almost no difficulty. It was only after the second finger had joined the first that Cid realized he wanted to see Vincent for this, to be able to look into his eyes. The sounds were wonderful, but there was much more to be said for the sight of Vincent in pleasure. “Hey,” he said, “I don’t wanna…like this. S’it okay if we do it another way?”
Vincent had gasped when Cid had inserted his finger, had given a breathy little moan when the second had joined the first and he had begun rocking back onto Cid’s fingers almost eagerly. When Cid stopped, Vincent looked over his shoulder with a small sound of disappointment. “Don’t stop,” he gasped. “Don’t…stop…” What was Cid saying about “another way”? How many other ways were there? He forced himself to take deep if slightly broken breaths in an effort to calm down. “Another way?” he asked roughly.
“Yeah,” Cid said, nodding. “Wanna look atcha. Be easier t’finish this while’m back here, though,” he muttered, and shot a knowing grin at Vincent as both fingers gently but abruptly pressed back inside and began scissoring again. When he was confident that replacing his fingers with his cock would bring little more than brief discomfort, Cid removed them and crawled up the bed to recline against the headrest. “C’mere,” he told Vincent, holding out his arms and smiling widely. “C’n even hold ya this way without almost bendin’ one of us in half.”
Curious as to just what Cid had in mind Vincent raised an eyebrow as the cop got situated then both eyebrows rose as he understood what he was supposed to do. Blushing, he moved to straddle Cid’s hips while Cid held his cock in position. With a hand on Cid’s shoulder he slowly eased himself down onto Cid’s turgid length, gasping as the man’s cock slowly filled him, stretched him and his eyelids fluttered as he bit his lower lip. Once he was fully seated, he tipped his head back, and found that he rather enjoyed the feeling of Cid inside him. A tiny, pleased smiled curled the corners of his lips up as his other hand went to Cid’s other shoulder and the cop slowly stroked his sides.
Cid had nodded his encouragement but been sharply cut off at the feeling of Vincent beginning to sink onto him. He gasped as well, mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to find words to express his ecstasy. He gave up with that and instead, when they had adjusted to this position, reached down to grip Vincent’s hips loosely. He liked Vincent’s hands on his shoulders, but he liked them even better wrapped around him- if only they could get closer like this. But they would have time later to cuddle to their mutual hearts’ content. He wanted to touch Vincent’s cock, and looking at it only increased the compulsion, but he forced himself away. For now, he rocked Vincent gently against him and made eye contact, urging him on that way before letting his hands go back to stroking Vincent’s sides.
Cid moved so easily inside of him now that Vincent could focus more on finding that one spot that he so desperately yearned for. A slight rock of his pelvis had him arching his back and reaching behind him to grip Cid’s bent knees with a sharply gasped, “Gods!” He then proceeded to raise and lower himself on Cid’s erection just enough to pet that spot and send tiny shivers of pleasure up his spine. Letting his head rock back once more, he gave soft little moans, quite content to remain at this speed and position, but Cid quite clearly, had other plans. Vincent gasped when Cid gave a low growl and thrust up with his hips, hard. His eyes flew open when the cop’s movement shoved him up and forward sharply, forcing him to catch himself with his arms or fall completely on top of Cid. He would have said something except that Cid had begun to thrust up with an unexpected aggression, and he had to keep braced upon his arms as the man wiped all coherent thought clean away.
Vincent had thought he had found the best speed and position for the pleasure he thought he had wanted, but Cid had just done a spectacular job at proving him wrong; the shivers of pleasure turned into great waves that washed over and consumed him. Cid’s thrusts were hard and fast, the cop’s hands having moved to his buttocks where they were pulled roughly apart, and the pleasure it wrought built just as quickly. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck…” Vincent moaned crudely, and that was the end of intelligible words as he was rendered down to broken moans and labored panting breaths. With a sudden shudder and a bitten, hoarse cry, he came, spilling his seed onto Cid’s stomach, even as he continued to hold himself braced and steady as Cid continued to pound up into him. All he could do was ride out the waves of pleasure that continued while his brain swam in a blissed-out haze.
Cid hadn’t planned to push, but he’d had to. Finally they’d gotten to this point…and then Vincent had just been teasing, and while that was great most of the time, it was too much now. Cid had gone far too long without taking anything for his own pleasure, and before he knew it, he had all but snapped and started taking him, and the flicker of guilt that appeared at the brief moment of shock on Vincent’s face disappeared quickly when he saw how much Vincent was enjoying this. He was surprised again when Vincent came; he hadn’t touched him, and Vincent’s hands were still busy keeping him from falling.
The thought that Vincent had needed only this encouraged him further, and Cid kept thrusting, holding off his orgasm until he couldn’t take it anymore and shoved himself deep into Vincent with another growl, holding the body above him firmly in place. Only after his vision had cleared again did he realize that his mouth was full of Vincent’s shoulder, and that he wasn’t ready to let it go yet. He released it anyway in favor of the chance to catch Vincent’s eye as his arms drifted up and settled across the scarred back. His breaths still shuddered when they left him, and he could feel his eyes still trying to focus.
He scooted up so Vincent would not be in danger of falling over, and found that he could not phrase a proper question yet, so he nuzzled at Vincent’s neck and made an inquisitive noise. He gave an internal sigh at the realization that he really did need to learn to control himself somewhat during sex.
When it was finally over, the pleasure fading away to leave a dull, persistent throb in his low back and rectum, Vincent found himself disappointed. He wasn’t ready to stop yet, though his body was clearly trying to tell him otherwise. Cid was buried inside him, and he was content with that as he rocked back to fully seat himself again on the slowly softening flesh. He looked down at the fluid glistening on Cid’s stomach and he trailed two fingers through it, and brought his hand up to look at the white, slightly pearlescent substance wonderingly. He put the two fingers into his mouth and sucked the semen off, tasting his slightly salty, slightly sour essence while looking at Cid. “I had no idea that could happen; that I could come without being…stimulated.” He blushed furiously and looked away.
Cid smiled and let his hands trail over Vincent’s back. “I didn’t expect ya to either.” He laughed. “Makes me damn proud o’ m’self, I know that.” Vincent’s fingers were playing over his skin again, collecting more of the fluid, and Cid snatched his wrist and brought the fingers to his own mouth before Vincent could attempt to get a second taste. He shut his eyes and moaned around the digits as he sucked them gently and cleaned them with his tongue. “It feels so good t’know I made you feel like that. Thank you,” he said, almost shyly, “fer lettin’ me…do that.” Both his hands still held Vincent’s right one, and he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it. He smiled again as he choked back the words of love that so badly wanted to be spoken. “Reckon I’d better get some mouthwash in me sometime soon. I ain’t sleepin’t’night less’n I get me a couple more o’ them kisses.” He made no move to dislodge Vincent or remove himself from Vincent’s body; this too was a part of the intimacy Cid craved. His hands released Vincent’s and went to either side of his face instead, gently holding and stroking back chunks of hair while Cid looked at him, taking in the disheveled and satisfied look. He couldn’t keep quiet any longer when their eyes met. “I really do, y’know.”
Vincent’s blush deepened at the mention of ‘mouthwash’ and he averted his eyes again, severely embarrassed. “I’m sure you would like some mouthwash considering where that mouth has been.” But it was soothing, Cid’s hands on him. They were so very, very gentle, reverent and cherishing. Vincent covered one of Cid’s hands with one of his own, and looked back at Cid’s face, his own still too hot for his own comfort. “Really do what?” he asked curiously.
“Love ya,” Cid breathed, and it was his turn to avert his eyes to escape the discomfort he knew he would see in Vincent’s. “All of ya. Love kissin’ ya, touchin’ ya, makin’ y’feel good in ever’ way I c’n think of. Love makin’ ya smile an’ laugh more’n just ‘bout anything. I couldn’t be happier when I’m with you. I’ve never, ever been happier than I am on th’worst o’ days with you. I just…there’s nothin’ else I c’d ever ask for.” He wasn’t sure that Vincent would understand, but he would wait for the day he did, no matter how long that took. “I don’t give a shit what anybody else’s told ya. Y’re fuckin’ perfect,” he finished matter-of-factly.
Vincent blinked slowly. What did he say to that? No one had ever really told him that or cared about such little things as his smile. He pulled Cid up against him, wrapping his arms around the man’s big body, and fisted one hand in Cid’s wild blond hair. He held Cid to him and whispered, “Thank you.” He shut his eyes tightly and turned his lips in toward Cid’s ear. “Thank you.” He then pulled back and ran fingers lightly over one of Cid’s now-smooth cheeks and murmured softly, “But for the love of Holy, I do not see what you see. There is nothing redeemable here. I am only a shell of the man I once was.” Vincent leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Cid’s, kissing the cop slowly, trying to show with his mouth what he just could not say with his voice because of the doubt that weighed him down. But his heart knew; a quiet little secret it hoarded to itself in smug silence as it waited until the right time when its owner would believe it…that he was beginning to fall in love.