Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story. This is a fanfaction. It has non-fatal Vore. This story is not meant to be taken serious.
Note before reading: This was originally posted on under the name Poipoi *( who is me ). The original story name was Vincent's Private Party.
This contains Soft, non-fatal vore. If you don't like vore, then this is not for you. Rated mature due to the vore and the language.
PS: expect horrible grammar and other stuff!
Fun Times with Vincent
by Poipoigirl
Tall, gunman sits in his rented room. The evening air filled a lot noise in Kalm. People roaming the streets below in celebration. Fire crackers exploding in various places. Vincent dares not to join the people below. Raven haired gunman knows its for the best that he stay in his room. How the people seem to enjoy their lives. Vincent feels nothing as he watches, like a cat watches a cage of mice.
Vincent needs very little in life. Ever since Lucrecia and Hojo's experiments, he has not needed to eat. He rarely even needs to sleep. He doesn't age and is hard to kill. He is a monster in ways never expressed to anyone. Once in a while, he gets this hunger. A hunger that he can't understand.
His eerie peace is disturbed by a knock at the door. His reddish glowing eyes flicker over briefly. Vincent responds rather annoyed, " I asked to be left alone. "
His visitor opens the door regardless. Blond man with a forever scruffy chin. One of the few people he calls a friend. He can feel his inner demons smile.
Cid, holding a beer, " Thank god you're still here! " Helps himself to a seat on one of the beds.
Vincent's annoyance changes into that of curiosity. Cid normally respects his privacy. Naturally, he can't help but wonder what brings his friend here. " Are you okay? "
Cid sips his beer, " I felt better. Just had a hell of a week. If it ain't work, its Shera or its Cloud... Just ever wanna just be left alone? Top that a god-damn needing a smoke! Its a bitch to kick. Smoking was one of the few things that helped me relax. I got nothing else left to lose but my beer. " Cid gives a sigh, " Just need to be with someone sane. Some peace and quiet. "
Vincent nods again. His face only showing a calm, sympathetic looks. Deep inside, fighting the strange urge. This is his friend. Yet, this is the one he would love to devour the most. A friend who normally gets him better then anyone else. Would Cid understand things this time?
Cid looks him in the eyes, " I just need to hang with you. I know you wanted to be left alone. " Unspoken pleading. This is as close to begging the pilot will ever come. Every word he spoke true. The man smells free of any nicotine. He truly must be dying for a smoke right now.
Vincent softly asks, " Do you trust me? "
Cid looks confused, " Yeah, I trust you with my life. "
Vincent gives an odd smile, " Then you may stay. " Getting up to lock the door, " So no one will disturb us. "
Cid sighs in relief, kicking his boots off. Of all the people, he trusted Vincent the most. It never occurs to him that the very act of the door being locked should be held suspect.
Vincent goes over to his things, digging through for a materia, " Just relax. " Is all he says in a soothing tone. It has to be in here. Did Yuffie accidentally grab it? Vincent frowns at the very thought. No, Yuffie no longer steals their materia. Last they spoke, she even offered to let him borrow some. Vincent isn't certain if this materia will work right. By now all reason has left his mind. Only that desperate hunger seems to drive him forward. His hand grips the kissing materia. His inner demons give a sigh of relief.
Cid puts his empty beer down on the table next to the bed and lays on his back. True to his word, the pilot merely wants to rest. Eyes closed, Cid looks so peaceful. So deliciously peaceful.
A sensation flows through Cid's body. Strange chill followed by a dizziness. Feels as if he might fall off the bed. Cid, " What the hell?! " The world is spinning around him, as the world seems to get bigger? No, he is getting smaller. For a moment Cid is lost within his own clothes. A hand carefully picks him out of the mountain of clothes. Cid is both confused and embarrassed now. The hand wrapped around him the only thing hiding his modesty.
Cid, sounding confused, " Whoa! Hey, Vincent, what are you doing? "
Vincent looks down at his prize, trying to not openly drool, " There is a price to staying with me tonight. I need you to trust me, Cid. Trust that I won't hurt you. Can you do that? "
Cid looks at his friend. His eyes seem odd. As if Vincent is caught up in an almost trance like state. Or in some strange mood that Cid has never seen before. As scared as this made him, he couldn't believe that Vincent will hurt him. Perhaps he fell asleep and this is a dream?
Cid suppresses his fear and nods, " Ye.. yeah. I trust ya. "
Vincent pulls him closer to his face. Cid's eyes widen. The floor bellow seems like miles away. Not the height that worries him but the looming face does. Cid still doesn't fight the firm and careful grip.
Cid takes a thick swallow, " This is the most fucked up dream I ever had. " The small pilot was starting to look more curious then afraid now.
Vincent chuckles at that. So he thinks its a dream? Gives Cid lick across his chest and face. His tongue already wetter then normal. The pilot squirms as the warm tongue tastes him. How lovely Cid tastes. Perhaps he should thank Shera for making Cid stop smoking? That past habit was the only thing that kept Vincent from goggling him up. No one likes the taste of a smoker.
Cid wipes some drool off his cheek, " That was gross. " Even makes a face. At this size it is adorable.
Vincent's tongue goes back to licking his body. Reaching for the nooks and crannies. Ignoring the protests of the pilot. Knows the best way to shut some of the protests up, by teasing him a little. Cid gasps at this. This is screwed up!, yet still feeling rather nice. Vincent can feel his prey squirming against his tongue and even hears his name moaned. Pushes Cid into his mouth head first. Suck on him like a lollipop. The mouth is hot and humid. Not really the freshest breath either. It feels both scary and good at the same time. The more of him pushed in, the more of his suckled, and the closer he gets to the back of the mouth.
Vincent is lost to the tastes itself. The man squirming more in his mouth. Mentally, he is too far gone to stop now. Tilts his head and swallows his friend head first. It is strange feeling something so solid, being pulled down. Not a bad feeling. After the swallow, he can feel Cid starting to freak out some, as the small man slides down his throat.
For a moment, Vincent feels bad about scaring his friend like this. It truly must be horrible to know you been eaten alive. His hand goes to his throat, wanting to follow the lump down. His fingers lose track once Cid passes behind the rib-cage but he can still feel him all the way to his stomach.
Cid feels the wet tunnel squeezing him down. He is indeed panicking. His hands trying to grip something, to stop his descent. His wet fingers get no purchase on the fleshy tunnel. Gravity working far to well. Each muscle contracting pressing him all over, not in painful ways. His erection as the throat pushes him down making things even harder. His body is then squeezed into a new place. Cid finds himself curled into a ball now. If he was any bigger, this might have been painfully tight. There is no pain or even the sensation of burning. It feels like being placed in a humid water bed.
Cid, " Okay Vincent, let me out! " No answer, " Seriously Valentine, what the fuck? "
Vincent can hear Cid inside his stomach, just faintly. " I'm sorry, my friend but having you there feels too good. I haven't felt this filled in a while. If it helps, you were very delicious. " Laying on the second bed, his hand caressing the lump.
Cid can feel the stomach walls quiver and the pressing of a hand. If this is a dream, then he'll wake up fine. Right? If not... then he is nothing but food. Will the man who he trusted digest him? No, he can't he can't believe Vincent would hurt him. Nothing he can do now anyway. So warm, so wet, and so dark. Plus the stomach seems to pulse around him in a very pleasing manner.
Cid, " %$#&*... damn straight I would be delicious. " Last said with some defiance. He thinks he hears Vincent chuckling at that. There is something he can do. Cid reaches down, still rather hard from all this. Starts to shamelessly jerk himself off. For a little while, its fun in a morbid way. As sleep takes over, Cid thinks to himself, this is actually very peaceful. The beat of the heart reminding him of something long forgotten.
The sun is pouring through Vincent's window. He puts a hand over his pale face. Last night's dream was wild. His hand goes to his stomach, finding its no longer flat. Wait, what has he done?! Vincent sits up looking down at his stomach.
Yes, he has swallowed Cid whole. Panic runs through him. The pilot must be dead! Vincent has never done this before. All logical reasoning, Cid must be nothing but soup! Then the lump starts to squirm. His friend is still alive in there.
Vincent pokes the lump, fascinated by this new development, " Are you okay in there, Chief? "
Cid doesn't want to wake up. Its rather nice in here, even if its wet. That strangely insistent poke makes him wake up anyway. Why he is in a tight wet sack? Cave? No, its a stomach. For a moment he's scared. Till, he recalls this is Vincent's stomach. By all rights, he should be digested.
Cid, " Oddly enough, yeah. Best damn sleep I ever got! Hey, why am I not digested. "
Vincent yawns as he is not in a rush to get up, " Part of the spell on the materia. "
Cid barks, "Why didn't ya tell me this last night?! "
Vincent seems to almost purr the answer, " And ruin the fun? "
Cid, after a moment laughs, " You asshole. Then he hears his own stomach rumble and laughs, " I think its breakfast time.. For me that is. Hey, you gonna let me out now? " There is no answer, " You do know how I'm getting out right? "
The sun shines down over Kalm. The pilot is back to his normal height and freshly showered. The Inn's robe the only clothing on him. There is a awkward silence between them as Cid eats his meal. Both Vincent and Cid sit at the window, watching the people below. Tonight will once again be another evening of celebration as this party will be all weekend. Neither man cares.
Cid finally breaks the silence, " That was .. interesting. "
Vincent, " Now you know why I hide myself away. "
Cid, " Yeah. " Lets silence stretch again. Both sip their coffee, " Hey so.. when you wanna do that again? "
(( So there we are. If anyone wants more added, please say so in the comments. ))