Title: It's a Sin
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: Swearing, explicit sex, infidelity and some violence. Not necessarily in that order
Pairing: Cid/Vincent, Reno/Vincent
Summary: Vincent is cheating on Cid. Oh, no! *gasp*
Authors' note: Yeah, I know there's been a lot of Reno in my fics lately but he's just such a recipe for catastrophe that I can't help but use him as a catalyst *grins*
Muse: Pet Shop Boys lyrics: 'Cause everything I longed to do, no matter when or where or who, has this thing in common to: It's a Sin.
Feedback: Will be adored and squeed over
Who spiked the punch at their own birthday party, anyway? Vincent wondered groggily as he navigated as best as he could through the crowded room. Tifa's bar was filled to the brim with people that had come to celebrate Cid's thirty-third birthday; all of Avalanche was there and most of Rocket Town had showed up. Vincent, who had secretly hoped for a quiet romantic dinner for the two of them, tried to put up a brave face when realising that Cid wasn't going to settle for less than the blow-out of the century, but he couldn't hide the fact that he wasn't at all comfortable in large groups of people. He felt awkward and freaky, and despite what Cid had told him about 'anyone who ain't happy for the two of us can go fuck themselves with a sharp stick, 'cause they ain't my friends' Vincent had the nagging worry that people were eyeing the couple in an odd way. Well, he couldn't really say himself how it had happened, and kept happening, and showed no signs of stopping; he just knew that by now he loved Cid and needed the burly captain by his side as he'd never needed another person in his life. Cid was the only one who could handle the scars he carried – outside and in – and the only one Vincent could bring himself to completely trust after Hojo's torments.
"Ya alright there, Vince?" Cid appeared out of nowhere, grinning happily and perhaps even more drunk than even Vincent was. But there were sincere caring in his sparkling eyes as he threw an arm around his lover, backed him up to the wall and mumbled:
"It's alright if ya wanna leave for awhile, ya know. Get away from the crowd. Just don't go too far, alright? I have a surprise for ya later."
Vincent kissed him back and smiled, as always touched to the core of his being with Cid's caring, even when drunk, and even on his own birthday.
"No, I'll stay." He put on a brave face. "I stayed by your side fighting Sephiroth, so I'm not going to run away from your friends."
"Ha, some of these people make Sephiroth look like a sissy, am I right?" Cid punched a huge burly guy on the shoulder and was promptly swept of into the throng of people once more, leaving Vincent alone. Vincent smiled after the disappearing back; as always just the knowledge that Cid was around made him feel better. He managed to move away from the wall and continue his drunken stumble across the room. Yes, he loved Cid, as much as he'd ever loved anyone, and perhaps even more, but…
…he still wished that Cid hadn't spiked the drinks, that he hadn't invited all these people, and that he'd allow Vincent to put a bullet through the stereo that howled awful country music…
"Yo, Vincent!" He was suddenly brought up short by three impeccably dressed Turks and one who seemed to have slept in his suit. But proper or not, they were all even more drunk than he was. Vincent frowned. He was quite certain Cid hadn't invited Turks, which meant they had crashed the party. He sighed. He couldn't say it surprised him.
"Reno. Rude. Elena. Tschreng." His tongue blurred over the last name and he cursed himself when they all burst out laughing – not cruelly but the giggles and howls of the genuinely plastered.
"Sit down, man." Reno kicked out a chair for him, and there wasn't much for it. If he was Cid's partner he couldn't be rude – he smiled weakly at the bad joke – to Cid's guests. Not that these people were really guests. It all got too confusing for his alcohol marinated brain and he sat down just to get the decision over with.
"You crashed Cid's party." He said blandly.
"Not at all!"
"Us? Never!"
"We even brought a present!"
"We brought two, but Rude refused to come along unless he was allowed to wear pants…"
"Very funny, Reno." Rude could barely be heard of the screeches of laughter.
Vincent pressed his fingers against his eyes, glad they were already red. They'd be bloodshot tomorrow.
Someone elbowed him in the side.
"Look. Your husband is cheating on you!" Reno grabbed his arm and shook it, pointing eagerly to the dance floor where Cid was scuffling around with Shera.
"It's Shera." Vincent said, pointing out the obvious in case Reno missed it. "And we're not married."
"Yeah, so? You're not jealous?"
Vincent only shrugged. *Am I jealous because my lover, the gayest man on the planet, is trying not to step on the toes of a woman he loves like a sister? No, not really, Reno…*
"Ah, good! So then he wont mind if I ask you to dance, right?"
That took some time to process * - What? Me? Dance?- * and by the time he'd come up with the proper response it was too late. Reno had already grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him to his feet, giggling like mad. The rest of the Turks just cheered them on and that didn't help.
Fortunately, Cid and Shera had disappeared in the mass of people when they reached the dance floor, and Vincent only had to suffer a few curious stares from Tifa and Yuffie. Something sappy and slow was playing, the words of which would probably have reduced normal brain cells to putty, but no one could hear it anyway for all the talking, cheering and loud noise in the room. Reno threw one arm over Vincent's shoulder and grabbed his human hand with the other.
"C'm on. Show me what you got!" He grinned with easy charm.
Groaning inwardly, Vincent started to move as carefully as his current state allowed. To his surprise, Reno followed smoothly. He took a few more steps of the admittingly very old-fashioned dancing that was the only kind he knew. Reno stepped along, smooth as silk, still grinning, undeterred by the annoyance on the ex-Turks face.
That annoyance started to melt away as they danced on, Vincent leading and Reno following as if they'd never done anything else. This was very different from dancing with Cid, for one thing because he and Cid never could come to terms with who should lead and who should follow, which meant that their dancing usually turned to pushing, shoving and improvised wrestling within minutes. And Cid always stepped on his toes, although that didn't matter so much because of the metal plating.
Even more surprisingly, Reno did keep his hands to himself. Vincent wasn't comfortable with physical contact with most people, but Reno was...respectful. He kept his hands where they should be – on Vincent's shoulder and in his hand. He didn't rub up against Vincent or try to make a scene in any way. They just danced, and when the song ended, the younger man stepped away and did a rather stumbling bow.
"Thank you very much, kind sir." He smiled and Vincent found himself tentatively smiling back. "Now if you excuse me, I'll have to go for a piss and a smoke. In that order."
"I'll go with you. I need to get away from all this people for awhile." Let Cid have his fun without having to worry about his partner being miserable.
Reno just shrugged a 'whatever, man' but his smile was friendly enough so Vincent followed him through the crowd.
The bathroom was a small room, just one cubicle and a sink and a small cupboard to keep towels and spare toilet paper in, but it was blissfully bereft of people as the two of them walked in there. Reno went first, and then stayed on, waiting for Vincent, sitting on the cupboard and waving an unlit cigarette as Vincent came out of the cubicle.
"Bet you got a light," Reno smiled and Vincent nodded, getting the lighter out of his pocket. He leaned forward towards Reno to light the cigarette and suddenly, suddenly everything to happened at once.
Suddenly there was no cigarette and no lighter; suddenly he pressed his lips against Reno's and they were warm and welcoming and their tongues slipped wetly over one another's. Reno pulled at his shirt, opening it, his hands very different from Cid's broad, callused hands, and Vincent was janking at the young Turk's pants, pulling them down over slim hips. Hungry, eager and clumsy with drunkenness they grabbed for each other, wanting it all, wanting it now. Vincent managed to get Reno's pants down over his boots; he leaned the slender man down over the cupboard as Reno grabbed for him, pulling him closer, and suddenly he was inside Reno – does he go around all lubed up, or is it only for parties? came Vincent's foggy thought – and he was warm and tight and welcoming and easy as Vincent buried himself inside him, riding him hard and rough.
Reno moaned and grabbed for him, urging him on, faster and harder, whispering obscenities and encouragement under his breath. It was so easy, so simple and human and easy, with no emotions involved but lust and hunger and Vincent let himself drown in those feelings as Reno squirmed and panted beneath him.
"Gods, yes, Vincent…." Reno moaned as he came, pushing hard against Vincent's belly and then falling back with a breathless laugh to let Vincent finish inside him. Vincent moved forward, ready to pound inside the willing body when suddenly Reno froze.
"Oh, shit," he whispered in a small voice.
Vincent turned around.
Cid was standing in the doorway, his mouth agape, his eyes as stunned as if he'd been hit with a poleaxe. His gaze went from Reno to Vincent's red non-demon eyes, searching for a way to comprehend, to explain to understand, finding nothing but betrayal. The hurt that welled up inside the pilot and buried his blue gaze in unsheds tears made Vincent suddenly, horrified aware of what he was doing. The shock hit him almost as bad as it had Cid and cold terror seized him.
"I…Cid…" he reached out for his lover almost pushing Reno to the floor with the sudden motion, but Cid's knees seemed to buckle; the captain made a strange sound and turned around, slamming the door behind him.
"Cid, no!" Horrified Vincent tried to run for him, but stumbled on his pants that had fallen around his knees; tearing at them he was vaguely aware of Reno pulling at his own pants all the while muttering:
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," under his breath.
Cid barged into the bar, pushing aside people without even seeing them, not even hearing the worried calls and questions thrown after him. Confused and surprised at the unexpected assault, nobody thought of stopping him as he rushed towards the door, but as Vincent stumbled out of the bathroom, clutching at his pants a cold sober silence settled over the room, despite the stereo's blasting. Vincent didn't seem to see anyone; he just stumbled across the room after Cid, but the captain could move quickly when he wanted to. When Vincent reached the door, the sound of the Tiny Bronco's engines were already loud in the bar.
"Cid! Cid, I'm sorry!" Vincent yelled as he threw the doors open and stumbled out, leaving the room in death silence as someone had finally managed to kill the music.
The bathroom door opened again and a dishelved and frightened Reno came out, recoiling slightly at the furious glares thrown his way.
"What? What did I do?" He said defensively. "It's not as if I fucking raped him or something…"
"You little bastard!" Tifa exploded into fury and sprang at him, but Rude was quicker; he managed to reach his partner before the enraged martial artist and hit Reno straight across the face, splitting his lip and nose and felling him to the floor.
"Stupid idiot!" he growled, pulling Reno up by his shirt.
"Rude, what the Hell?!" Reno protested through his swollen lips.
"Shut up. If I hadn't hit you Tifa would have. And then we could have picked up whatever was left of you on the other side of that wall." Rude muttered into his ear as Tseng and Elena closed up beside them. Reno took one glance over at the enrage woman and promptly shut his mouth.
The four Turks were suddenly in the midst of a highly pissed-off crowd; Avalanche was closer and they certainly looked like they were after blood – even Nanaki, who nobody but Avalanche could remember being anything but gentle and patience, now growled and his fiery tail swung in the air. A single look at Reeve made certain that there was no help to be found there; ShinRa meant nothing to him, not if his Avalanche members were hurt. And behind them stood all of Cid's friends; burly, short tempered mechanics already crackling their knuckles.
The door to the bar was suddenly kicked open again, every head in the bar turning towards it. Vincent came running in, whatever colour he usually had on his face now gone, his entire body shaking.
"I need a vehicle," he panted. "Who's the motorbike outside?"
"Mine," Reno spat blood. "Look, you can have it, but I want to come along and apologise to Cid…"
Vincent drew Cerebus, pressing the muzzle between Reno's eyes. The room suddenly got very silent.
"Keys," Vincent's eyes blazed yellow and his voice was an inhuman snarl.
*Fuck, he even pissed of Vincent's demons!* Tseng was the first to react; he shoved his hand down Reno's pant pocket so hard he almost tore the cloth, and threw the keys at Vincent who caught them with a rattle in his metal hand without even looking away from Reno. There were a demonic rage in him now, held barely at check and with a simple squeeze he could kill the young Turk.
"Here, take them! Just take them and hurry, before Cid gets away!" Tseng managed.
Cid's name seemed to make Vincent snap back into control. He spun, sheeted his gun, and ran out of the room; within seconds the sound of a bike tearing through the night could be heard, but soon it, too, was gone. Leaving only four frightened Turks and a room full of angry people.
"I think," Cloud said very slowly and carefully, as if trying to stop himself from saying anything else, "I think you'd better leave. Now." He had his huge Buster sword in his hand and the edge looked decisively non-argumentative. As did Nanaki's fangs, Barret's gun, Yuffie's shiruken and Tifa's fists. Hell, even Reeves megaphone was suddenly a very real threat.
"We're leaving, we're leaving," Tseng grabbed for Elena and Rude, who was still hanging on to Reno, pulling them away. After all, not even Turks messed with the people who had killed Sephiroth more than once.
