I know, I know…another fic written for
Smeegee-chan by Wannon-chan. I wonder
if this one will actually get finished? It's something to contemplate, ne?
Anyway…I'll see
how this goes. ::sigh:: but I dunno…
~ Wannon-chan ~
A Rainy Day in Nibelheim.
It was one of those days.
Rainy, cold, and downright miserable. The kind of day you just want to spend
snuggled up to your beloved.
If you had one, of course…
~ *
~
Cid glanced over at the near-motionless
figure by the window, before taking a sip of his tea. The hot liquid burned its way down to his stomach, relieving some
of the cold he felt…at least temporarily.
But what he really wanted was something…someone…to keep him warm, inside
and outside.
He let out a soft sigh, his breath misting
in the air. Shinra Mansion was deathly
cold during winter…but it didn't seem to bother the other person occupying the
room.
Vincent Valentine.
After Meteor was gone, and Sephiroth
defeated, everyone in the reborn AVALANCHE group went their separate ways.
Tifa followed her heart…it led her to
Cloud, and vice versa.
Nanaki followed his instincts, which led
him back to Cosmo Canyon.
Barret went to Kalm, back to being a father
for Marlene.
Yuffie followed her destiny…it was back to
Wutai for her.
Vincent went back to Shinra Mansion,
muttering something about sins and the atoning of.
Cid followed his soul…Vincent. He followed Vincent back to Nibelheim.
And that's where he had been for the past
three months now. Staying in the Shinra
Mansion with Vincent. Surprisingly, the
caped wonder hadn't returned to the coffin, as Cid expected. Instead, he had been sleeping in the room
opposite Cid's.
Despite this, Vincent had not said one word
to Cid the entire three months. Not a
single word.
Cid had tried to coax some response from
him, asking him questions and the like, but Vincent had simply shrugged, shook
his head, frowned or grunted, before moving on his way. It puzzled, hurt and frustrated Cid.
How
the hell am I supposed ta' get ta' know him if the silly bastard keeps ignorin'
me? I mean, the least he could do is give me some sort of fuckin' answer! Cid thought angrily, glaring at the silent vampire.
All I want is to know him. That's all…bloody silent motherfucker. I want you, dammit!
Cid nearly choked on his silent
admission. Could he really want
Vincent?
His eyes traced slowly over the ex-Turk,
taking in the long, glossy ebony hair, the flawless pale complexion, those
fascinating crimson eyes…the cape fastenings that usually covered his pouty
mouth…the lean, frail-looking body…the metal claw with teacup in hand…
Yes.
It was safe to say Cid wanted Vincent…especially due to the reaction his
body was having after his slow observation.
Cid felt very uncomfortable all of a
sudden. He wanted Vincent badly, but he
couldn't just jump him without warning…
Or
could I? Cid wondered, picturing what would
happen. He saw himself pouncing on
Vincent, who yelled in fright, turning into Chaos to defend himself.
…Maybe
not. He decided.
He shifted around in his seat, causing it to squeak a little. Vincent looked at him then, tearing his
attention from the fogged-up window, with its cascading raindrops. They met eyes, crimson colliding with
sky-blue. Vincent's gaze didn't falter,
but Cid's did, pure nervousness making him look everywhere but Vincent. In the end he gave up, and looked into
Vincent's mesmerizing eyes. The
dark-haired beauty raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. Cid translated that.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess…jeez, it's fuckin'
freezing in here, though, dontcha think?" he responded. Vincent's eyebrow settled back down to its
normal height and he nodded, before returning his attention to the raindrops.
Yet
another goddamn failed attempt at conversation…Cid
thought angrily. Although…I guess it's cool that we can talk without words…heh, that's
some pretty freaky shit, though!
~ *
~
Vincent sat by the window, silent,
brooding. He had no idea why Cid had
chosen to come with him, and had never asked for an explanation.
He
doesn't really owe me one…and I don't think even he knows the real reason why
he came here with me…Vincent thought, as he watched
the raindrops trickle slowly down the windowpane, creating little trails of
water.
I
should talk to him…but, it's much more interesting to watch him try to
interpret what every gesture I use means.
In fact, he seems to be able to understand me perfectly without
words. Words are pointless, anyway…he thought, taking a sip of his tea.
Poor
Cid must be freezing…luckily enough for me, I don't feel the cold…I should make
a fire…but, we're not in the living room…maybe I should coax him into
there. Then he could warm up beside the
fire…he mused, eyes following a singular raindrop's
descent. He tucked some of his silky
hair behind his ear, catching a glimpse of Cid watching him.
He
really is a good friend…always looking out for me…it makes sense that I should
do the same for him…Vincent thought, just as Cid's
chair squeaked suddenly, the pilot was obviously restless. Vincent turned to him, and they locked eyes
for a moment, before Cid looked away.
But soon enough he looked back, and they gazed at each other.
Are
you okay? Vincent thought, raising an eyebrow as a
means of asking that question. He
watched Cid process it, before he answered.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess…jeez, it's fuckin'
freezing in here, though, dontcha think?"
Oh,
good…yes, I guess it would be cold…Vincent thought
in reply, lowering his eyebrow back down and nodding softly, before looking
back to the raindrops.
Three
months…an entire three months I have spent in the company of this one man, and
I haven't said a word…haven't HAD to say a word…but he really needs some
warmth. Let's see how well he does when
I try to lead him to the living room…Vincent
thought with a half-smile. He stood,
and walked over to Cid, who was shivering in his chair. Vincent crooked a finger at him.
Follow
me… it said.
Then the caped beauty walked off towards the living room, and heard Cid
following.
Good,
Cid…he thought.
He pointed to the large couch in front of the fire. Sit. He mentally commanded, smiling inwardly when
Cid obliged, wrapping the woolen blanket he had with him tighter around his
stocky body. Vincent then bent down to
load the open fireplace with wood, grabbing some old newspapers and Cid's
lighter to begin it.
Soon, the fire was roaring, and Cid was
grinning broadly, holding his hands out towards the warmth.
"Thanks, Vinnie…oh, this is so good…" he
murmured, in absolute bliss. Vincent
felt rather pleased with himself. He
had certainly learnt a little about how to look after people…but he had a long
way to go. He sat down on the opposite
end of the couch to Cid, and just watched the flames devour the wood, bright
orange tendrils wrapping around blackening, charring logs.
I
hope this is a proper distance from Cid…I wouldn't want to make him
uncomfortable…Vincent thought, with a glance at
Cid. The pilot was basking in the
warmth, eyes closed, hands out, and a soft, sweet smile danced across his
lips. Vincent was surprised to see that
there were no cigarettes at all on Cid…not even the packet he usually kept
tucked up in the band of his pilot goggles.
Vincent crawled closer to Cid, intensely curious. He reached a hand out to where the packet of
cigarettes should have been, and
almost leapt out of his skin when Cid looked at him, surprise etched on his
face.
"What are ya doin', Vinnie?" he asked
softly. Vincent found himself looking
at Cid's lips as he spoke…and felt a strange urge to capture those lips with
his own. He shook the irrational thought
from his mind, and tried to ask Cid the question that was bugging him. He touched the goggle band, with a
questioning look.
Where
are your cigarettes? He asked silently. Cid frowned. It seemed it would take him a while…
~ *
~
Cid was a little surprised when Vincent had
led him into the living room…but soon understood why, when he noticed the open
fire. He watched happily as Vincent
bent over in front of him to light it, then basked in the warm orange glow of
the fire.
"Thanks, Vinnie…oh, this is so good…" he
mumbled towards the caped one. He was
so intensely occupied with the heat that he didn't notice Vincent sitting so
far away from him, watching, observing.
He also didn't notice when Vincent moved closer to him, only snapping
from his bliss when he felt Vincent's hand on his hair. He looked over at him in shock, and saw
Vincent, his hand on his goggle strap.
What's
he doing? He's never approached me like this before…Cid pondered.
"What are ya doin', Vinnie?" he asked
softly, and saw Vincent concentrate hard, giving him a questioning look,
accompanied with the gentle touch to the side of his head. Cid frowned.
Is
this the moment I've been waiting for? Is he asking permission to kiss me? Or
does he want me to kiss him?…he sure looks like he wants something along those
lines…He thought.
In a split second, he pressed his lips to Vincent's, feeling them
stiffen under his. He felt a human hand
pushing him gently away, before the cold metal claw joined in with a
shove. Cid looked dumbfounded by this
action.
But…I
thought that was what he wanted! Shit! He thought,
giving Vincent a hurt, embarrassed look.
There was confusion in those crimson eyes, and also…fear?
"Vincent…shit, I'm sorry, man. I thought…I just…oh, fuck!" he said,
punching the armrest of the couch.
Vincent shook his head softly, before he got up and left.
Cid was alone, and despite the large
fire…he was cold.
~ *
~
Vincent walked into the room he was
sleeping in, and touched a hand to his lips.
Cid…kissed
me! He thought incredulously, sitting down on his
bed. I guess not talking has its drawbacks…he misinterpreted what I wanted.
Vincent replayed the kiss in his mind, and
felt a strange surge of desire grow. He
pushed it down.
I
can't be with Cid…I can't. I still love
Lucrecia! He told himself.
Oh
yeah? That's why you feel nothing when you think of her…and get a fuzzy warm
feeling when you think of your 'Chief', huh? Chaos
taunted. Vincent snarled.
He is
not MY Chief. He is his own person! Vincent countered.
From
what I saw, he wishes he was yours…people usually kiss other people because
they like them, you fool. Go on, go
back to him. Show him that you want
him…and this time, make it perfectly clear. Chaos
ordered.
But…but
I don't want him…Vincent protested. Chaos gave him the mental equivalent of a
whap upside the head.
You
are so dense sometimes! See that bulge in your pants? That's all the proof you
need! Cid caused you to do that, you know…it
said. Vincent sighed. He didn't like to admit it, but Chaos was right. He did
want Cid. He decided to leave no chance
for errors this time, removing the headband from his hair, and let the dark
locks tumble free, giving him a sultry, sex-kitten look. He then made his slow return to where he was
sure Cid would still be.
~ *
~
Cid continued to mentally kick his own ass
as he curled up closer to the fire.
I
can't believe this! I was so fuckin' sure he wanted that… he thought angrily, watching Vincent walk away in his mind, over
and over.
I
couldn't figure it out…if that wasn't what he wanted, then what the hell was
it? he pondered.
With a sigh, he decided to sleep on it, closing his eyes and drifting
off.
~ *
~
Vincent entered the living room to see Cid
was no longer on the couch. Upon closer
inspection, he found the pilot on the floor, asleep. Vincent let a soft smile show.
He liked to watch Cid while he slept.
He remembered the time in the Gold Saucer when Cid fell asleep, and
Vincent had carried him to his bed, and watched him all night. He had wanted, even back then, to kiss
Cid…but had restrained himself.
I don't have to anymore…he thought with a mental grin. Moving quietly, he knelt beside Cid, his
long hair spilling forward. He bent
forward and placed his lips to Cid's, feeling the pilot respond immediately. Vincent broke the kiss and opened his eyes to
see Cid's sky-blue ones staring into his own.
The gruff pilot had a huge grin on his face.
"Bloody wonderful way to wake up…" he
commented softly, before kissing Vincent, wrapping his muscled arms around the
tiny waist of his beloved.
This
feels…right. Vincent thought. Their kiss ended and they just lay there
together, their body heat and the heat from the fire keeping them toasty
warm. He turned apologetic eyes to Cid,
and the pilot shook his head.
"No need for apologies, Vinnie. I'm just bloody happy ya changed ya mind!"
he chuckled. Vincent nodded.
"I'm happy I did too…Chief." Vincent
said. Cid's eyes widened, and he
laughed.
"It speaks!" he said. Vincent pulled a face.
"There are some things that just need to be
said…" he commented, and Cid nodded.
"Ya know, I wish it was like this every
day…" he said with a grin. Vincent
nodded, and the two snuggled together, enjoying each other's company.
I
like rainy days…they both thought.
End.
