WARNING: This fic contains implied m/m sex. I do not want ANY emails telling me how you don't like this kind of stuff. If you do not like it, don't read the damn story. It's that simple. Honestly, if you don't like this stuff, and read it anyways… well, that just makes you an idiot if you flame me. All flames will be met with Hanson mp3s of "MMMBop". If you can't say something intelligent, keep your mouth shut. I have no tolerance for flames.
One day, there was a wanna-be author. This author was looking through old
notebooks, and found something she wrote a couple years ago. This is that
thing. This is just the first draft.
Title: In Each Other's Arms
Author: Snape no Koibito
Rating: R
Pairing: Vince/Cid
Summary: Just a cute little ficlet… heehee.
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing
Vincent sat on the bed in the room he and Cid were sharing during their stay
at the Gold Saucer, cleaning his gun. Something had been bothering him lately,
something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He sighed and put the gun
aside. Vincent removed his shirt, his cape, and his headband, and lay across
the bed. Just as he was drifting off into sleep, Cid burst into the room,
scaring the hell out of Vincent. Cid blinked, for an instant, not recognizing
the vision that lay before him. Vincent half smiled at the classic look of
confusion on his roommates' face. "...," he said.
"Damn, Vincent! You fucking scared the shit out of me! I didn't recognize you
without-"
"Shut up, Cid. You're rambling." Vincent sat up to make room for Cid, blushing
slightly and not meeting his gaze.
"You okay, man?" Cid asked. "You seem perturbed."
Vincent blushed even harder. "...," he said again. "Nothing's wrong. I just-
May I ask you something... personal?"
Cid blinked. "Sure," he replied. "What is it?"
Vincent turned a very interesting shade of red. "Have... have you... ever
wantedtobewithanotherman?" he blurted the rest of it out quickly, and now it
was Cid's turn to blush.
"Whaddya mean?" he inquired.
"You know _perfectly_ well what I mean, Cid."
Cid's color was rivaling that of Vincent's. "You mean like, kiss one?"
"Correct."
"On occasion. Have you?"
Vincent looked away. "Ever since I met you."
Cid sighed. "Vincent..."
"I know it's improper, but I can't help it. I am what I am!" he stood and
walked to a corner of the room, not noticing Cid following him. Cid placed his
hands on Vincent's bare shoulders, and turned him to face him. Eye to eye, they
stood. Soon, they were lip to lip in a gentle, passionate kiss, unlike anything
else, for that is what a kiss is. Merely a feeling of passionate unlike
anything that can be explained.
Clothes were removed, scars were licked. Orgasms were reached, and stuff
happened. It was good. When they finished, they lay in each other's arms,
satisfied with the love they had found in each other's arms.