Vincent couldn't understand. He had tried every seduction he knew and the older man still wasn't interested. He had allowed the blonde to see his naked body. He had moaned his name once while he was feigning sleep. He had even eaten only phallic shaped objects in front of the older man. Vincent couldn't understand how Cid didn't want him. Pulling his cloak around him, the ebony haired man had hidden himself away in his room, tired of the constant rejection. It was as if the older man was truly oblivious to his feelings. Vincent couldn't help it as he scratched his gold plated hand down the wall, leaving deep claw marks in the plaster. Digging his golden claw into the wall, the black haired man couldn't stop the tears as they spilled from his crimson eyes, leaving a trail as they spattered onto the floor. "I don't know why you don't love me." Vincent sobbed, burying his head into his knees.
Cid couldn't handle it anymore. He had resisted every seductive attempt and flirt so far and still the younger man still tried to persuade the older man. He had run out of the room when Vincent had flashed him. He had winced when he had moaned his name during his sleep. He couldn't even look the younger man in the eye when he started licking and sucking away at his popsicles. Cid couldn't understand why Vincent was playing sexual pranks. Flinging a wrench at a wall, Cid cursed. Vincent couldn't possibly want the older man. "Fuck! Fuck you and your sexy moaning! You black haired he devil!" The blonde shouted, kicking his box of tools over, stomping over to the box, kicking it a few more times before he was satisfied. Kneeling over the crushed box, Cid began picking up the scattered tools. But with a soft sniffle, the older man dropped the tools, crying softly. "Why do I have to love you?" He mumbled, hunched over on his haunches.
Vincent sat in the silence, having had removed his hand away from the wall, he blankly stared at the shredded plaster. Tears ran down his face, but he couldn't be bothered to wipe them away with his already soaked cloak. It had been a few years since he had arrived in town, his friend Cloud having introduced him to the surly old man who needed a roommate to help with the rent. The blonde was always in the garage, Cloud assured the black haired man, who was unsure of moving in at first. But when Vincent first laid eyes on the grumpy middled aged Cloud lookalike, he felt his shrivelled heart beat. The ebony haired teen had nodded his head, excitedly at the younger blonde. He would have gladly have been the abrupt blonde's chambermaid if he had no other position. The potty mouthed, wrinkled former pilot smelt faintly of some sort of whiskey and cigarettes, which was oddly appealing to the pale younger man. His lazy demeanour and habits of leaving things in the strangest places amused Vincent. The black haired man had fallen completely in love with the sour older man over the few months he had spent as his roommate. He couldn't thank Cloud enough without molesting him which the blonde's boyfriend had strongly advised the black haired man against doing unless he'd like two golden arms.
The older gruff man had refused Cloud's offer of a roommate, not trusting the ditzy blonde's definition of silent, as he had met the blonde's friend, Yuffie. "No fucking way, Spiky. I like you and shit but I've met that Yuffie bitch and she's as loud as a sonic boom. No fucking way am I having something like that in my house." Cid retorted, slamming his wrench down on a stainless steel bench. Cloud raised an eyebrow at the ranting older man, silently questioning the irate man's sanity. "Cid, were you even paying attention? His name is Vincent and he literally sits in his room, reading. He's also fine with the household chores and he's only just moved here so he hasn't seen Yuffie in a few years." The younger blonde explained, pointing out the black haired man's fine points; silence and okay with cleaning. Cid paused, sticking a toothpick in between his nicotine stained teeth. The appeal of such a roommate was a little too hard to ignore, as Cid wasn't too overly fond of loud people or cleaning. "Shit. Fine, Spiky. Bring him over and I'll see if he fucking matches up." The older blonde gruffly said, quickly chewing his tooth pick to nothing. Cloud smiled at the surly man, winking. "No problem, sir." The blonde responded, saluting the older man. Cid wrinkled his nose as he flipped the teenager off. "You can just fuck off, Strife." Cid yelled, turning back to the engine laid out on the steel bench. "Fucking off, sir!" Cloud called as he laughed his way out of the older man's garage.
Cid couldn't believe that the dark haired beauty standing in front of him was a man. Not to mention a friend of the spiky haired mass of giggles and glares. The older man could barely manage to keep his mouth closed, fearing it would gape open at the gorgeous man. "This is the kid?" Cid asked, clearing his throat gruffly. Cloud nodded, gesturing to the black haired boy and introducing him as Vincent Valentine. "Great poofy name you've got, kid. Name's Cid." The older man stated, trying to get a good look at the stoic teen. "Stop being a prick, Cid. Just tell him he can move in." Cloud chastised, glaring at the arrogant older man. "Ugh, fine Spiky. Takes away all my fun, he does. Welcome to Casa Highwind. Get your shit and move in. Your room's at the end of the hall, on the right." Cid drawled, before leaving the two teens on his driveway, slinking back into his hallowed garage.
Vincent cocked an eyebrow at the blonde across from him. "He's usually like that." Cloud explained, picking up one of his friend's suitcases and the lone duffle bag. "Come on, I'll show you. That prick won't leave his sanctuary for another five hours at least." The blonde said, hustling his way into the house. Vincent grabbed the remaining two suitcases, following his friend into his new place. Realising the open house was just as Cloud described, Vincent clicked his tongue, disapprovingly. "It's filthy." The black haired man murmured, speaking for the first time since he had arrived at his new residence. "Yeah, Cid's not too big on cleanliness or chores." Cloud chuckled, leading his friend past the kitchen and down a long hall. Turning to the right, the blonde went past a few doors before stopping at the end of the corridor. "This is your room." Cloud said, opening the black painted door. Placing the suitcase and duffle bag inside the room, Cloud removed himself, shouting a goodbye over his shoulder. Vincent just nodded and stepped into his new room. The walls were a soft cream with black lacing painted around the edges. Confused, the dark haired teen looked over at the extravagant bed placed in the middle of the room. It was a giant mahogany carved wood four poster bed with a black lace canopy and cream sheets. Dropping the two suitcases in his hands, Vincent shut the door behind him. Have I got the right room? Vincent questioned himself, pulling the lace curtain away from the bed, trying not to catch the lace on his golden arm. Resigning himself to his overtly feminine room, Vincent began undressing, shedding his tight leather outfit. Hoping that the older man wouldn't wake the teen the next morning, Vincent slipped under the black lace canopy, choosing to sleep naked.
Cid had been smacking his frowning face against the brick wall of his garage, trying to beat the beautiful face of his new teenage roommate out of his head. "He's underage, Cid you fucking twat! You're a paedophile! " The blonde yelled, thumping his head harder against the bricks. "Oh gods but those pink lips and long hair. He looks just like an angel that fell out of Heaven and into my lap." Cid murmured, pausing his self flagellation. "URGH HAVE SOME FUCKING CONTROL CID, YOU'RE ACTING JUST LIKE SPIKY'S BOYFRIEND! All rut and no brains!" The blonde raged, continuing his painful thumping. "I wish I saw his ass, oh those long legs, I wonder how they'd feel wrapped around my neck...FUCK!" All throughout that night, Vincent heard muffled yelling and thumping coming from the garage.