Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7, Vincent Valentine (or any of his demons) or Cid Highwind or any related characters. I do however own rights to this plotline.

A/N: Well, here is the CidxVincent story as promised. I hope you all enjoy it. My goal for this one is to have a story with smut in every chapter, and yet still have a plot. Let's see if I prevail shall we? Please read and review.

Thanks goes to KitaraStrife for beta reading this story for me! ^_^

Vincent Valentine entered the main hall of the old Shinra Manor, dressed in full Turk uniform and gazed out of the window, the light dancing upon his pale skin. He sighed, resting his hands upon the windowsill. He knew it was not real. None of it was real; this was just a figment of his imagination. He was not even really there; no he was sleeping upon the Shera in the middle of a thunderstorm. No, this was the world he was enslaved to, a world he could not escape and a world he shared with four others. He shivered unintentionally at the thought of the four demons who shared this world with him, and the four demons he tried to avoid. It was not really that hard to avoid them, for they all had their own domains.

Galian Beast, who appeared to be a monstrous dog-like beast with huge horns upon his head and rough purple fur, lived on the first floor of the manor. Death Gigas who Vincent avoided at all costs lived on the second floor of the manor just like him, save Death Gigas's domain was located down the east wing; Vincent's was located down the west wing. Hellmasker lived on the ground floor, but in the secret rooms and studies that only a few even knew existed. And down below, the sublevels, rested the most frightening of this world's inhabitants, and the one demon Vincent avoided like the plague, was Chaos.

All in all he could avoid the demons while trapped in this non-existent world, but sometimes he was not so lucky. Sometimes the demons would seek him out, seeing as he was their key to his physical form, the key to his mental state, the key to controlling him. Vincent could never escape when such things transpired, he could not leave his domain and enter another's and he could not fight off the larger forms of the demons when they came upon him. He really was a helpless prisoner in his own body when he fell into such fits of exhaustion and simply had to sleep.

Dreaming again Vincent?

Vincent gasped and spun around quickly, crimson eyes wide, heart doubling in its pace. How had he not heard the approach? How had he been so unprepared? He felt an unintentional shiver run down his spine.

"Chaos." Hebreathed. The demon smiled at him, a cruel and twisted smile that frightened Vincent more than he would ever admit. It was not that the demon himself was not terrifying; it was more how similar their appearances seemed to be.

Chaos was taller than him with a strong and obviously not quite human build, in fact he did not look anything like Vincent really, all save for his face. His eyes were yellow in color but the sockets were the same shape, his nose was just as long and slender and his jaw was just as narrow and his lips were just as smooth—save a very pale blue in color.

Did you think you could avoid me forever, Valentine? The demon chuckled, causing the hairs on the back of Vincent's neck to stand on end. How foolish of you.

Vincent glanced to either side of the tall towering demon as the other three approached as well. Vincent suddenly felt very much like a rabbit cornered by a back of wolves, all of which were looking down at him through hungry, lust-filled eyes.

You should not have let yourself grow so tired Vincent, now you have gone and left your mental state so poorly protected. The demon took a step forward, raising a long strong arm, his clawed hand gently gripping onto the human's jaw. Vincent's eyes widened and he froze. None of his Turk training counted here, he could not stop the fear from coursing through his veins and clouding his judgment. He had no defense. He felt himself gently pulled away from the window and towards the towering demon before him. He felt his breath hitch in his lungs as the demon lowered its stance just slightly as to look straight down into his face. Look at yourself Vincent. Your eyes are wide and your pupils are dilated, (your) lips are pale and you are trembling like a leaf. You knew what would happen if you let your guard down and yet you continued without a worry. You truly are a foolish man.

Vincent felt the other demons draw themselves closer, and Chaos let them. Death Gigas had drawn himself over towards Vincent's left shoulder and had wrapped his own large hand over the human's arm, Hellmasker mirroring him on the other side while Galian Beast had padded around and was breathing down the terrified human's neck. Vincent's body twitched; Chaos's lips curved upward cruelly. It is too late for that Vincent; there is no escaping us now. Your body is far too exhausted to be roused by such trickery of the brain. Chaos chuckled. Oh yes, I know what you are doing. Fooling the brain into thinking you are dying so it sends shockwaves down your limbs as to keep you awake but it is by far too late for that.

Chaos was right, it was far too late for that and Vincent knew that, but it did not stop him from trying.

"Please, Chaos…don't."

You kept us trapped inside your sleeping body for thirty-years Vincent, and even now after three and a half years you have still kept us at bay, but not any longer. You need this as much as we do. And you know what will happen if you deny us what we need, what we want. Chaos lowered his head so his lips were mere inches from the human's ear. You will die, Vincent Valentine. And we will be the ones to kill you. He let his slender tongue pass his pale lips and gently licked at the delicate shell of the human's ear.

Vincent trembled and a soft gasp escaped him. He could feel the other demons begin pressing against his body from every side. His knees gave away and he was slowly and rather gently lowered to the cool floor. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the demons around him. He could feel Death Gigas and Hellmasker running their hungry hands along his arms and chest in the slow attempt at getting passed his clothes which were really his last line of defense—a weak defense as it were. He could feel Chaos's claw-like hands upon him. One holding the back of his head in an almost caring way as he attacked his throat with nips, bites and licks; the other having slipped passed his vest and shirt to explore his collarbone. Vincent had lost track of Galian Beast…at least until he felt the heat and dampness of the beast's giant tongue licking at the front of his trousers. Vincent let out an extremely unhappy groan as his knees twitched and he struggled slightly, not that it really mattered. He let out a soft whimper as an airy chuckle reached his ears. Don't fight it Vincent, we all know how much you want this. Know how badly you need this; you after all are only human. You need physical contact; you need the sense of oneness, the sense of love, the touch of love. Isn't that why you won't give up on her? That woman who infused you with me? What was her name? Lucrecia?

Vincent's crimson eyes snapped open and reality hit him like a brick wall. His hair was spread wildly about his pillow, and his chest was heavy with his labored breathing. He gripped the bed sheets between his fingers and arched off of the bed slightly as an aching need overwhelmed him. His loins were aching with so much need he felt as if he were being cleaved in two. His muscles shook and trembled and his fully engorged erection pressed painfully against the tight leather of his pants, adding to his immense discomfort seeing as he was being bent at a rather uncomfortable angle. He let a throaty gasp escape passed his lips as he forced himself onto his side, momentarily curling in on himself as he pushed himself somewhat onto his hip.

You know what we want. What you need. Vincent could feel the demons scratching at his insides, pressing at his mind, pressing their will upon his weakened physical form. Vincent gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he got into a seated position curling in on himself, his hands gripping at his lower abdomen in pain. He let a low groan of pain escape him: he had never felt an attack like this before. He had never been woken by the demons' lust before, he did not know what to do, and he did not know how to get the pain to go away. He had always been able to keep the demons away by the mere task of masturbating, or the occasional midnight release that happened on its own, but it seemed that was no longer enough to sate the demons' longing. He felt a slight nudge, slight but forceful. He pushed himself to his feet, still doubled over in agony at the attack upon his body. He knew the pushing and scratching and goading was not physical, it was mental, the demons were hijacking his body, or so to speak.

Vincent stumbled from his sleeping quarters upon the Shera and bumped the opposite wall, wincing slightly as his eyes focused to the dim light in the hall. He needed to get to the medical wing, he needed to get this to stop, or at least be sedated for forty-eight-hours. Yes, he could keep any of the demons from taking control of his body totally, thus saving some unfortunate fool from being ripped to shreds or eaten alive…but it was causing him a great amount of pain, pain he really did not wish to be feeling. He stumbled along the hall, brushing his naked hands along the walls as he wobbled on his socked feet, swaying this way and that and sometimes full-bodily brushing one wall or the other. He grunted as he lost balance totally and slammed against the slightly indented form of a hard, cold metallic door. He winced and growled at the thump his head had received and hoped whoever rested within the room was a heavy sleeper. "WA'T THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?"

Vincent felt his head spin. 'Damn.' He mentally grumbled, lifting his left hand to grip at the doorframe, luckily for him as the door was thrown upon several seconds later and he was face to face with an enraged and sleep-deprived Cid Highwind. "Wa't the fuck are ya…" Cid paused, his eyes growing a little wide at his companion's disheveled appearance. "Damn, Vincent, what the fuck's gotten into ya?" he questioned as he gazed at the creature clinging to his doorframe.

Vincent's weight was being supported almost solely by his hands which were gripping at the doorframe tightly, turning his naked fingers white due to blood loss; his legs having become utterly useless save for a little balance and support. His head was bowed and his hair cascaded messily about his pale face. He shifted slightly, lifting his head, his hair falling away from his pale face.

Cid twitched. Vincent's eyes which were usually a crimson color were glowing with a bright red intensity Cid could not quite get his mind to wrap around; sweat covered his pale complexion in a thin layer and his lips were parted as pants escaped him.

"Cid," he breathed, his arms beginning to tremble as he leaned forward just slightly, no doubt due to the slight shift in the Shera's position in the storm. Cid let out a slight grunt as the other man fell forward. He caught him, holding the slightly taller man on his feet with an utterly confused and somewhat concerned look upon his rough features.

"Vincent! What the fuck? Vincent!" he snapped. Vincent grabbed the captain's shoulder to help steady himself, pushing himself up a little straighter, causing their bodies to brush slightly. Cid's eyes widened. "Shit! What the fuck, Vincent?" Cid yelped, feeling the obvious arousal of the other man against him. Vincent shook his head panting hard.

"Cid…please…." he pleaded, turning his gaze to the blonds', pained crimson eyes meeting panicked blue. "Help me!"

Cid did not know what to do, in the short few seconds that passed by after those two pleaded words escaped the brunet's lips Cid felt a tsunami of emotions crash over him. He wanted to help Vincent because he seemed to be in extreme agony and looked like shit, but he was not exactly sure what he was helping with. What exactly did Vincent need help with?

"Hang on, Vincent; I'll get ya to the medical bay!"

Vincent shook his head and forced himself passed the blond, stumbling slightly as his hip bumped the captain's nightstand. Vincent teetered slightly, losing his balance and falling onto the mess of mattress and covers which was the captain's excuse of a bed. Cid blinked, unsure of what to do. The airship shifted again and his door closed of its own accord, causing Cid to look at it before turning back to the creature whimpering upon his bed. He swallowed. 'Fuck,' he thought before walking over and kneeling down, gripping his companion's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting way. "Vincent, what the fuck is goin' on wit' ya?"

Vincent shook his head again, his ability to string even three words together, to form a sentence having long since evaporated. He winced at the painful aching in his pants and began attempting to remove the horrible garment, but with little success. Cid twitched slightly at the motion, before licking his lips nervously and pushing the other man's hands away.

"Let me do it!" he snapped in a panicked sort of way. Cid began messing with the many belts and clasps of leather that adorned the gunslinger's waist. It took several minutes for Cid to lose his temper. "Why th' FUCK do you have all of these fucking belts!?" he snapped, throwing his hands up in defeat and eyeing the gunslinger who had collapsed onto his back and was panting heavily. Cid felt heat lick at his ears, this was horribly awkward and he was not exactly sure why he was attempting to strip the other man of his clothes, why had he not just thrown him out on his ass and told him to go rape Tifa or Yuffie?

Vincent's hands rose to his collar, struggling with the single clasp and belt that apparently kept the top part of his attire closed. Cid jumped to it, and began quickly undoing it. He undid the clasp and belt and took hold of the zipper and began pulling. Half-way down the brunet's chest was when Cid realized the whole leather suit was held together by this one zipper. He wondered what all the other belts and clasps were for, surly not for style. He reached the man's waist when he was shoved aside. He fell onto his hip and grumbled. "What the FUCK Vince!?" he paused his blue eyes widening. "Oh," he mumbled. Vincent had sat up and was hunched over slightly, his hand working his now exposed shaft hard and fast. Cid swallowed, his throat having gone very, very dry. He could not believe what was happening. Vincent Valentine, an ex-Turk and freaking scary gothic gunslinger was on his bed jacking himself off. Cid's world had turned itself upside down. Cid's eyes fell back to the other man. He winced slightly, Vincent was moving his hand awfully fast, it was almost hard to see his hand or his shaft. Cid swallowed again and again, trying to communicate with this new Vincent Valentine. "Uh, Vince…what the fuck is going on?"

Vincent turned his illuminated crimson eyes towards the blond.

"Demons," was all he managed to growl before turning his attention back to himself. Cid blinked. Demons? Then it hit him.

"Oh." Vincent was the physical host to four demons, all of which seemed to be male from what Cid could figure out, and he supposed even demons had urges, after all what male did not? But even so, he had never really thought about the demons his companion hosted nor the possible effects it may have on him. Sure Cid had seen times when Vincent would slip into a blank stare and would seem to be arguing with himself or maybe one of the demons, or other times when the gunslinger would have to rest due to the strain the demons were having on his mental sanity.

Cid shifted so he was sitting Indian-style, his arms resting on his thighs as he continued to watch the gunslinger. He knew he should feel awkward or perverted for watching, but all he felt was a pit of pity for the man mercilessly hammering himself. He bowed his head as to give the other man a bit of privacy and just starred at his naked feet, wondering what was really going on with Vincent. He slowly glanced back up at the sound of a rather pained groan. Cid could see Vincent was getting extremely tired, and sweat glistened on his face and caused the very tips of his hair to curl just slightly, his eyes were weary and his hand was slowing slightly.

Cid bit his lip and pushed himself up, kneeling slightly behind the other man. He shifted so he was seated on his right knee and ass, his other knee being used to stabilize him. He leaned forward, his face coming to rest alongside the other man's. "Let me help," he muttered, feeling rather detached. He slid his arms around the other man, for the first time noticing how slender the other really was. You would never guess how thin the gunslinger was from the bulky cloak he usually wore. He used his right hand to hold Vincent steady as the other hand slipped passed the other's and wrapped around the other man's shaft. Vincent let out a slight groan at the feel of someone else's hand touching him and he closed his eyes, his hands falling to his side and gripping the sheets.

Cid felt a bead of sweat form upon his brow as his fingers wrapped around the other man's shaft. It was so strange, Vincent felt totally different than he did. Vincent's shaft was long, around nine and a half inches, and about three inches thick, but was quite a bit more slender than Cid. He was also cut, Cid found that a little interesting as he began moving his hand up and down the other man's shaft. He did not know what he was doing, he could not believe this was happening, could not believe he was helping Vincent jack himself off. He closed his eyes, momentarily trying to forget that it was Vincent he was touching and trying to imagine that it was himself—the idea was not working. Vincent groaned and moaned, his hair falling passed his face as the other man jerked him off.

Cid's hands were larger than Vincent's, or perhaps not larger, just a little thicker. Cid had more masculine hands, where Vincent had, as his mother before she died had lovingly called piano hands. Cid's hands were large, warm and calloused, and it was driving Vincent and the demons crazy. "Faster," he breathed.

Cid opened his eyes; he had momentarily been able to forget what he was doing and then the other man had spoken. He swallowed and did as he was told, picking up speed till his hand was a blur as it went up and down along the other man's hard member. After ten long minutes, Vincent let out a pained groaned and shifted forward causing Cid to release him and blink.

"This isn't working!" Vincent snarled, his entire form trembling. Cid felt a tender side, which he usually never ever tapped into, surface slightly. Vincent looked so sad, so weak. His brows were forced forward in an angry frown and his teeth were gritted, his canines drawing a bit of blood from his lip where he had snagged it, and his eyes were glowing and a few unshed tears glistened at their corners. Cid yelped as Vincent's body gave an angry shudder and he curled in on himself a bit more. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!?" he yelled, causing Cid to scoot back slightly. He blinked and looked around. "W-what do you want me to do?" he breathed, resting his head against the bed sheets. Cid sat there for several long seconds and just eyed the other man. He was confused, why was Vincent yelling at him? He blinked and almost face-palmed himself. Vincent was notyelling at him, he was yelling at the demons. Cid began to wonder if Vincent really could talk to the demons, and just usually did it in his mind but was so out of it he was yelling at them. Cid blinked as Vincent suddenly sat up straight and was eyeing him through glowing, narrowed eyes. Cid swallowed.

Vincent eyed the other man for several long moments before slipping the rest of the way out of his clothes, kicking them aside. He ignored the yelp he received from Cid and the berating of cuss words as he once again settled back onto the (other's) bed. He was resting most of his weight on his left hip and arm and was glaring at the other man. "Fuck me."

Cid felt as if he had been hit in the face by a frying pan wielded by Tifa Lockheart. Had he heard that right? "Fuck me!"

Cid blinked at the other man who was glaring daggers at him. Cid was very glad Vincent did not have heat vision otherwise he would no doubt be a blood splatter on the walls and floor.

"Vincent…."

"What is so fucking hard about it, Cid? Just FUCKING FUCK ME!"

Cid sat there for several more seconds before the other man was on top of him. He gasped and struggled trying to push the smaller man off of him with little success, Vincent did after all have an advantage in the speed department.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU FUCKING LOONY!" Cid yelled. Vincent ignored him as he rubbed his hips against the blonds'. Cid yelped and Vincent smirked a smirk that did not suit his otherwise beautiful features at all. Cid was a little frightened of that smirk.

"See. You want to fuck me don't you Cid? You're so hard already."

Cid felt a shiver run up and down his spine, it was very much Vincent's voice, and yet it was not. It sounded somewhat…demented. He closed his eyes, heat licking at his ears. It was true, he was hard, he had been hard since he had started jerking the other man off, but that did not mean he wanted to fuck the other's brains to kingdom come. He was not gay, he was not at all attracted to the same sex. Cid felt the weight upon him shift away causing him to open his eyes and sit up. Vincent was once again laying upon the bed, but now he was laying his weight on his arms and chest, his smooth, hard stomach swooping up as his back swooped down and his ass was held aloft in the air upon strong yet slender legs.

Cid swallowed.

Vincent turned his gaze a little and Cid felt that tender spot get hit again. "Please, Cid." That was Vincent, the demented air gone replaced by desperation yet again.

Cid cleared his throat, scooting closer, gripping the other male's hips, totally unsure of what he was doing. He undid his button and zipper and pulled out his hardened dick, giving it a few strokes for good measure before looking around.

"Vince, we don't have any"

"It doesn't matter, just do it! Please, Cid!"

Cid swallowed, aligned the tip of his cock with Vincent's puckered hole and pushed. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he watched the head of his cock break passed the outer ring of flesh. He paused as Vincent let a hiss of what pain escape him?

"Vincent, I don't know about this."

Vincent snarled and forced his hips back, impaling himself on Cid's dick causing himself to hiss and Cid to groan as his entire cock was encased in the burning tightness which was Vincent Valentine's rectal canal. Vincent let out a puff of air and let his body relax. Cid took several deep breaths, pulling slowly out of the other man. He twitched as a small drop of blood oozed from the other's entrance and smeared along his cock. "FUCK! VINCENT, YOU'RE BLEEDING!" he yelled, pulling himself almost all of the way out when he was grabbed by Vincent who forced himself back onto the other's cock.

"No, it's fine, please, Cid, just fucking move already!"

Cid sighed. He had come this far. He grabbed the other's hips and pulled out till just the head of his cock remained encased in the heat that was beginning to get to Cid, before sliding back in. Several slow steady strokes were all Cid needed to get used to the strange and somewhat appealing motion till he began going at a quick pace, both their hips rocking at the same time.

Both males groaned and panted at the quick motion, the sound of quickly shifting clothes wafted around the room with every thrust, Cid's pants rubbing against Vincent's ass causing it to turn red with cloth burn. Vincent clutched at the sheets, keeping his eyes closed tight at the sensations racking his body. He could feel heat burning at the back of his eyes and feel his usually rounded nails sharpening slightly. He bit his lip noting how the tips of his canines had sharpened slightly. "Faster. Ugh…faster, faster harder. Cid, go HARDER!" he yelled. Cid gripped the other man's hips and began thrusting in and out as fast and hard as he was humanly capable of, putting quite a bit of strain on his lower back and hips and causing a thick sheen of sweat to form upon his still-clothed skin. Vincent's groans and moans soon grew to cries and roars of pleasure as he used his arms to brace himself against the bed seeing as he was being hammered into the mattress.

Cid dug his almost non-existent nails into the paler man's hips and let a throaty groan escape him as he released himself deep inside of the other man, rocking his hips at random as his balls pulsated and urged the creamy white fluid from his cock. Vincent let out a cry and arched his back, his fingernails tearing at the sheets as he shot his load all across his front and the sheets. He opened his eyes, seeing white—of course that could have been the semen—before a wave of dizziness crashed over him and everything went black.

Cid pulled himself out of the other man and quickly rolled him over.

"Vincent? Hey, Vincent!"

Vincent just lay there, his sweat -drenched hair clinging to his pale face. Cid leaned forward and placed his index and middle fingers to the gunslinger's throat and noted that he did in fact have a pulse. Cid sighed, winded, and sat back on his hunches eyeing the man laying upon his bed.

A whole new air had come over the gunslinger's features. His chest rose and fell slowly and his lips were slightly parted and his dark lashes lay smoothly upon his pale cheeks. Cid blushed. He looked so peaceful, just the way (he had) looked when the group had first come across this strange man. Cid sighed and turned leaning his back against the wall. "Fuck," he mumbled.

*

Cid stood at the front of the Shera, slowly steering her along while enjoying his morning tea. He pulled a fag out of his pocket and lit it, placing it between his teeth and taking several long drags from it. His morning had been normal: he had cussed everybody out of bed telling them to get their fucking lazy asses out of bed and get to work, had Shera clean up the mess Yuffie had caused due to airsickness, talked with Barret and Cloud over breakfast, all-in-all a normal morning. He glanced over as the sound of the door to the main dock slid open and paled. Vincent Valentine had joined their ranks.

"Good morning, Vincent!" Yuffie cheered happily jumping from the higher deck to stand in front of him, hands clasped behind her back in a childish manner. "Did you sleep well?"

"Fine," he replied simply, side-stepping her to join the others, the hyperactive-prone-to-airsickness ninja following close behind.

"Morning, Vince!"

"Vincent."

The gunslinger nodded towards the others who greeted him and took a seat as well, accepting a cup of straight black coffee from Shera.

Cid eyed the man as the others continued their conversations, a bead of sweat lingering on his brow. Vincent did not even seem fazed by the previous night, as though it had not even happened. 'What the fuck is wrong with this fucking picture?' Cid turned and gazed at the gunslinger.

"So, Vincent, have any strange dreams last night? Or was our sleep relatively good?"

Vincent paused, his coffee half-way from the table to his lips. He turned his gaze towards the blonds' and frowned slightly. Since when had Cid ever cared about his sleeping patterns?

"I slept fine last night, thank you, Cid. I hope you did as well."

Cid blinked. 'Is he fucking with me?'

"Actually, I dreamt I was bein' raped by a vampire," he stated in a gruff voice, turning away from the group who had gone silent and was eyeing him like he was crazy. He took another drag from his cigarette and grumbled to himself. 'Fucking gothic vampire piece-o-shit thinks he can pull fucking shit like that and then pretend nothing fucking happened? What a mother fucking--."

A/N: Thus ends the first chapter of this CidxVincent fan fiction. Well I suppose it could be a CidxVincentxChaosxDeath GigasxHellmaskerxGalian Beast, but let's not get all technical.

Next Chapter: Cid confronts Vincent, what shall ensue?