Title: Liberally Lubricate

Summary: Cid just wanted to finish his blueprints, honestly. He should have known better than to focus on the ex-Turk because what Vincent was doing to Cerberus should have been illegal. Who knew the gunner was so talkative?

Warnings: Must I always do these? Swears, implied sex, kinkiness, ...gun oil, etc.. I have no idea about gun care, so I'm making this up.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Blue eyes narrowed as the blonde rapidly erased what he had sketched out, muttering to himself, "That won't fuckin' do..." Scribbling against the papers, he continued to work on his latest designs for an airship, chewing on the filter of his lit cigarette between his teeth as he mumbled to himself, not even looking up when a figure cloaked in red walked into the room. "Go away, Val. I ain't got time ta deal with yer fucking broodin' today."

"I am not brooding," the gunner replied with a slight smirk as he looked down at the pilot as he hastily scribbled on the slightly rumpled paper. Pushing some of the crumpled balls of paper away, the ex-Turk sat down beside the blonde, smirking as he pulled out his gun. "I hope you do not mind; Cerberus is in need of lubrication and there is more light here to see what I am doing."

Waving his hand dismissively, the blonde continued to work on his designs, "Knock yerself out, Val."

Smirking deviously, the brunette pulled out a bottle of gun oil before proceeding to slick up the triple barrels with ungloved fingers, voice a sensual rumble as he glanced at Cid. "A properly lubricated object can help in a tight situation, don't you think?" Vincent asked as he slowly stroked the long shafts, smirking at the way Cid twitched.

"Come again?"

"Cerberus," the gunner replied with a hidden smirk. "Fighting is easier when my gun is properly greased."

"Oh. Yeah. That's what I thought ya meant," the blonde stammered as he continued to look down at his papers, crumpling them up before tossing it over his shoulder and starting fresh.

"Mm, you also have to grease up the holes or else you are fucked."

Jerking up at the statement which Cid could only interpret as a sexual comment, the blonde looked over at Vincent, cigarette nearly falling out of his mouth as he watched Vincent push one of his slim fingers into one of the barrels, pumping his finger slowly as he watched the blonde.

"After all, I would hate to have one stuck in the chamber when I really need to get it out..."

"Err...yeah..." the blonde said as he tried to return his focus on the blank sheet of paper, mind wandering to the dark side of his imagination at the slick sounds of Vincent lubrication his gun. "...Ya done yet, Val?"

"Hardly," the brunette replied as he looked down at the shorter male with dark smirk and smoldering eyes. "I won't be satisfied until everything is properly serviced to my satisfaction..."

"...Are ya fucking with me or do ya mean what yer sayin'?"

Chuckling, the gunslinger smirked. "Come to my room and I shall so you just how serious I am. I will bring my gun oil."

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...Like you never thought about what Vincent could do with a gun that big...