"This is gonna sound really stupid," Cid murmured, moving his mouth up Vincent's scarred chest and pressing his lips to each bit of puckered skin in turn. Vincent looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nah, nevermind..." Cid's voice was muffled as he delved past the crook of Vincent's neck and onto his shoulder, his face hidden by a curtain of charcoal hair. "Like I said, s'stupid."
"Cid, tell me," Vincent gasped, his breath hitching as Cid's tongue passed over a sensitive, more recent scar. Cid stopped his plundering, sitting back and looking at anything in the room but Vincent.
"S'mtimes I wish that... that every time I kissed one of those scars of yours... that it'd disappear, y'know? That I could take away one bad thing that's happened to ya, and keep taking 'em away until they were all gone... n'you were happy..." Vincent smirked slightly as Cid's face flushed; he leaned forward and kissed the pilot's temple soundly.
"I wouldn't have any skin left," he whispered, his lips close to Cid's ear.
"C'mon, you don't have that many-"
"Not because of how many I have," Vincent interrupted, taking Cid by the shoulders and pulling him back down. "Because of how often you kiss them." Cid let his head rest against Vincent's chest and let out a deep breath, his fingers still brushing lightly against the scars. A tickling sensation in another larger, newer one made Vincent wince, then chuckle softly. "And I am happy, in case you'd forgotten. As happy as I can possibly be. Even if that isn't much, it should still mean something to you, saving me from a life of complete misery." Vincent tipped Cid's chin up with long, white fingers and captured him in a kiss. When they pulled apart, it was Cid's turn to smirk.
"It sure as hell does," he said, a hand running down Vincent's hip and leg. Even with the sheet draped over them, he could still feel slightly-raised bits of skin here and there: more scars.
"We should be getting some rest," Vincent proposed. He slid down further underneath the sheet, arms sneaking around Cid's waist and pulling him closer. Cid pressed his cheek against Vincent's hair, the smell and feel of the gunman consuming his senses.
"Love ya," he murmured.
"I love you, too. Now please be quiet and go to sleep."