Pairing: Cid/Vincent

Warnings: contains cussing, fluff, humor and um I guess this could be considered AU?…I'm not exactly sure yet

Comments: Be wary of the chocobo love.

Author's comments: Hehe sorry but I dun want any Dirge of Cerberus info in this fic. And :coughs: I don't want to know about the game yet until I play it for myself. So I'm leaving this story as say…how I think things were and probably still think they are in the first FF7 game. Sorry.

To babysit a chocobo 3

"Wark! Wark wark wark!"

"Damn it, would you shut up before you wake him!"

Vincent's eyes twitched slightly as the noise seemed to irritate him, trying to force him from his sleep. There was no reason for Cid to be in his room. So why would the other be there now? Maybe it was a dream brought on by the events that had happened last night. Hopefully that was all it was. Still, his heart always seemed to pump that much faster when he was thinking about the other male.

"Wark! Wark wark wark...wa-khee!"

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet, you stupid bird!"

I'm just dreaming…it'll go away….

"Khee!"

"Ow! Fuck!"

Just a dream…please just be a dream….

"Khweee!"

"Shhhh, damn it! You trying to wake him up or something!"

such much for hoping….

Vincent finally let his eyes slip open, squinting slightly until things could get into focus. At first he just saw a ceiling staring back at him with it's bland coloring and peeling paint that he really thought he should fix one day. By the amount of light shining into the room, it had to be sometime in the morning, which could only mean he'd been disturbed from his sleep…again.

"Good morning, sleepy head!" Cid's head popped into view suddenly, completely blocking out the view of his not so gorgeous ceiling. He found his red eyes staring into the crystal clear blue ones hovering over him and felt his cheeks heat up suddenly as he sat up quickly pushing Cid out of the way quickly. "Ah!" Cid fell back on the bed, holding hand to his head as he looked at Vincent in confusion. "Damn, what's with you this morning? You still pissed about yesterday?"

"W-why are you in my room?" Vincent said, changing the conversation quickly, really not wanting to think about yesterday if he could avoid it. It not like it didn't already plague his dreams. Hell, he'd been pacing back and forth for several hours yesterday before he could get himself calm enough to actually lie down. Chip has already fallen asleep, bored from watching Vincent pacing, though he'd looked like a giant cotton ball the way his feathers just fluffed out.

"Cause I brought you some breakfast," Cid said giving Vincent a grin and a thumb up. Chip was on the floor, probably placed there by Cid, and was currently giving Cid his own version of a glare. Great, first thing in the morning and they were already at each other's throat. But it made Vincent remember something else Cid had said last night. He wanted to Vincent's attention…because he was jealous of Chip. Why did Cid want to have his attention so much? Was it just cause he was so far away from Shera and the only person he could really talk to was him?

Vincent glanced down at the bowl Cid pointed at and frowned slightly seeing the red stuff swimming around inside looking pretty much similar to what he'd had last night. Was this stuff really supposed to be eaten for breakfast? "Uh…thanks…."

"Don't mention it," Cid said as he sat crossed-legged on the end of the bed, making himself comfortable. "I mean I know it's just some fucking chili but it's still pretty good and it'll give you a lot of energy." Well, at least Cid hadn't been lying when he said he could only cook Chili. "Besides, thank of it as an apology for last night."

"Hm?" Vincent looked at him again, a little paranoid about what the other would be saying. The last thing he wanted was for them to bring up this conversation again.

"I mean, I guess I kind of put you on the fucking spot there. Didn't mean to make yas feeling uncomfortable or anything." Cid reached up scratching behind his head, grumbling slightly when he saw the little chocobo glaring up at him and squawking. "Shut the hell up! This is grown folks conversation here!"

"Kheee!"

"Are you trying to sass me, you fucking walking turkey!"

"Cid…"
"Right right." Cid brought his attention back to the conversation at hand as he looked at Vincent. "Anyways, it was fucking wrong of me to bring up a conversation like that when all we were supposed to be doing was listening to that weak ass fucking story you were telling." Vincent blinked.

Is this really an apology?

"But I gotta fucking know," Cid started again making Vincent have to hold his breath. What kind of question was Cid going to ask this time? Cid shifted slightly, leaning in closer as if he was trying to keep this between them. Exactly what was it that Cid was trying to ask him!

Maybe I should run….

"Ok don't take offense to this question," Cid said as he once again leaning back on the bed. "But are you gay?"

"WHAT!"

D-did…he really just ask me a question like that!

"Ah, geez, no need to get all excited," Cid said as he stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around like he was trying to get his hearing back. "I was just curious cause I mean you got the fucking long ass hair. Not to mention you never talk about any girls besides that dead one you seem to have some weird fetish with…and well you're so thin and soft looking you're probably a homo's fucking dream come true!"

"W-well," Vincent started but stopped and frowned, looking down at the bed as he tried to get his thoughts together. He wasn't gay, it was as simple as that. But this was along the lines of last night where Cid asked if two men together offended him. Was Cid trying to hint at something? "Um…well are you gay?" Vincent returned to him.

"Hell no!" Cid replied as he patted down his shirt for a cig. Was he getting nervous? "Remember, I got that woman back home so I can't be gay."

"Cid…why are we even talking about this?"

Cid frowned as if just remember what kind of a conversation they were having. "Yeah, you're right. This is a fucking weird ass conversation to be having, especially first thing in the morning." He managed to find his cig and slipped it between his lips. "And you need to fix that fucking mop you call hair."

"It's called bed hair," Vincent said glaring slightly at him. "And it's not like I told you to just enter my room."

"Well you left the door unlocked." Cid stood from the bed, lightly kicking Chip away from him when the little bird squeaked and tried to attack him. "So you're basically saying, 'come the fuck in and relax.' And I'm letting you know, I'm taking full advantage of it!"

Vincent just glared up at him, frustrated and yet also embarrassed to have been interrupted in his most private time, his sleep time. "Well then…I'll politely ask that you vacate my room," Vincent said softly, hoping, just hoping that Cid wouldn't cause any trouble and would just leave him in peace.

"You kicking me out?" Cid asked, giving him the 'how could you kick me out after everything we've been through' look. "I can't believe you're fucking kicking me out because I made a little comment that you might be gay. It's not like I'm gonna become homophobic and run away or anything!"

"Cid…." Vincent said the name warning, and was actually surprised to see the other pipe down, though he still seemed to be grumbling under his breath. Giving a sigh, Vincent rubbed at his head slightly before he finally pushed himself out of the bed, hoping Cid didn't have any more comments and complaints to voice. "I want you to leave so I can change clothes."

"Ahhh so that's what you meant." A grin lifted to Cid's lips before he laughed, Chip looking up at him in confusion, trying to figure out what was so funny. Actually, Vincent was giving him that exact same look. What the heck did Cid find so funny? Did Vincent say something without thinking? Geez, this would be even more reason for Cid to jibe at him.

"I can't believe you're still too shy to undress in front of other guys. It's not like I'm gay or anything so you don't have to freak out. I'm not gonna jump ya fucking bones or nothing!" Cid rubbed at one of his eyes before he walked over patting Vincent on the back friendly like, though hitting a little to hard as he caused Vincent to wobble of balance slightly. "Ya know, they say only gay guys get all flustered and stuff when it comes to this." Again Cid gave him that questioning look, looking at him as if he'd just found a new and mysterious button that had appeared on his Highwind. "So you sure you're not gay?"

"Cid, for the last time I'm not gay!" Vincent was yelling, more than he'd ever done, but at this point he was getting frustrated. Not to mention confused and a bit flustered. He knew he cheeks were problem red but he tried to ignore that, even looking away so Cid wouldn't see. The last thing he needed was for Cid to use that against him as well. "Why do you want me to be gay so much?"

"Well it's not that I want you to be gay," Cid said, poking slightly at the cig hanging out of his mouth and finally searching around in his pockets for his lighter. Why was Cid even up this early anyway? "I'm just reading between the lines and so far everything points to you being gay. Either that or a really fucking depressed guy."

"I'm not depressed and I'm not gay. Can we leave this conversation alone now?" Cid seemed to think about it, his eyes taking in the fact that Vincent wore a t-shirt and a pair of shorts or pajamas. He was probably thinking somewhere along the lines that because Vincent had nice smooth legs, he probably had to be gay. How in the world was Cid finding his facts? Who would make up things like that?

"Yeah fine, whatever. I still think you're gay but I'll leave the conversation alone for now." He bent down then, picking up the baby chocobo who squawked for a moment before calming down, being held with surprising care in Cid's arms. "I'll just go feed this little sucker some food and take a quick smoke. That should be more than enough time for you to cover your bony ass and fucking soft legs with some real clothes." He turned heading out the room, being sure to close the door behind him for Vincent's sake. Vincent didn't quite move until he heard the sound of Cid walking down the steps, not to mention the curses he yelled and the squawking coming from Chip as they descended.

Once he was certain it was all clear, he went to the door and locked it, feeling almost as bad as yesterday now, his body trembling slightly. He tried to ignore it, walking over to his dresser to pull out some clothes to wear, but the words Cid said kept running through his mind. Was it possible that he was gay? Was Cid right? Well, it could explain why he got so offended by the comments but still…. The question just kept coming back to why Cid wanted to know in the first place? What was Cid trying to accomplish?

He's trying to kill me of embarrassment that's what.

Shaking his head quickly, Vincent turned and headed to the closet, pulling out his usual wardrobe, feeling that it might be safer if he wore this outfit for the rest of the babysitting days. The last thing he needed for was Cid to keep freaking out and talking about him being gay. Maybe he should prove to him that he wasn't gay…but how was he going to go about doing something like that?

Women…I guess I need to talk to women….

But whom exactly could he talk to? He didn't know anyone in town aside from the people he did his shopping with.

Maybe I should just kill him and save myself the trouble.

"Vincent! Hey, Vinnie boy!" The voice was coming from downstairs and Vincent cursed, standing there in only silk briefs before he turned yelling to the door.

"What do you want?"

"I forgot which one of these fucking greens I'm supposed to feed the bitch!"

"Kweh?"

"No, I'm not talking to you, damn it! Go away!"

Grumbling slightly under his breath, he pulled on his pants and started to button them up as he continued to yell at the door. "It tells you on the directions! And don't call him a bitch!" They'd been doing this for what…three days now? And Cid still didn't know which greens were for what? Vincent moved quickly, dressing himself up in the rest of his outfit before he looked at himself in the mirror. Did he really look like he was gay? He didn't think so, but for some reason Cid did.

"Kheee!"

"Ah, shit! I can't use the fucking direction! The fucking ball of used cotton decided to eat the fucking thing!"

"Khew!"

"Don't fucking lie! You did eat it! The evidence is all over your damn beak!"

"Wark!"

"Yes, I do see it!"

I should kill Cloud for sending him here.

"Just don't worry about it! I'll take care of it when I come down!" Vincent grabbed a brush, quickly but carefully brushing at his hair, not really wincing when he hit a kink here and there. He shouldn't have to rush to get dressed. Why was he moving so fast then?

"What the heck are you doing up there! Grooming? You better hurry the fuck up before I kill him!"

"Kweh!"

"Did you just call me fat!"

"Kweh kweh wark!"

"I know you didn't just say that to me!"

"Wark!"

"How about I throw you to the perverted ass floating pumpkin things! I bet you wouldn't like that, would you!"

Growling, Vincent just put the brush down and rushed to the door, opening it quickly as he started down the steps. How was it that Cid could mess up something as simple as feeding a chocobo? It wasn't that much work! Chip would probably eat any of the greens as long as they were fresh.

"Kweh!" Chip was standing at the bottom of the steps, probably having heard the tall man coming down. Flapping his wings rapidly, he managed to lift off the ground for maybe a few seconds before landing clumsily on the bottom step. "Wark wark." In a funny way…it almost looked like he was telling on Cid. Course, Vincent didn't blame the little guy. Cid could be a pain in the ass after all.

Did he just…fly?

Shaking his head of the thought, Vincent bent down picking up the baby chocobo. He glanced up, his eyes happening to land on Cid, noticing the other staring at him. He was leaning back against the frame to the kitchen door, the cig still sticking out between his lips, unlit, as he folded his arms over his chest. Somehow, despite Cid's relaxed look, his eyes seemed intense. What was it with Cid and those eyes of his? It was like he was seeing something he wasn't about to talk about.

"S-something wrong?" Vincent asked, trying his best not to show that he was being affected by the stare. It was bad enough Cid thought he was gay. He didn't need to enhance that thought by ending up being shy around him. Despite those words, Vincent looked away, continuing on down the steps.

"Nope, nothing's wrong. Everything's just fucking peachy!" Grumbling, Cid turned around and headed back in the kitchen, Vincent giving a sigh as he followed him in. He could already tell that today was definitely going to be a long day.


"Why the hell are you wearing all that shit when it's just fucking hot out!"

Vincent glanced over at Cid's comment, trying to ignore the fact that Cid looked pretty good…dressed in only his long pants and no shirt to speak off. Who knew Cid had a muscular side underneath all that skin. They were taking Chip out for his afternoon walk, the little chocobo walking along ahead of them, the leash extending enough to give him leeway without letting him get too far away and pretty much cause havoc. However, today turned out to be a very hot day, despite the fact that the city was near a mountain. It was almost making Vincent regret having put on so many clothes, which was the point Cid was deciding to make right now.

"…If it'll avoid the problem of you constantly saying I'm gay…then I'm not bothered by it."

"…Well honestly," Cid said, giving him another look, "the fact that you're even worrying about your looks in the beginning is really making me wonder." Vincent stopped walking, frowning as he glared at Cid, the other not even noticing until he was a few steps away. When Cid turned around and saw the glare on Vincent's face, he cursed and pulled his cig from between his lips, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "You're so fucking sensitive."

And whose fault is that?

"How would you be acting if your friend kept calling you gay?" Narrowing his eyes, Vincent kept walking, moving past Cid and ignoring the other's look as he headed for town. Chip tilted his head in confusion before following along behind him, constantly biting and nipping at the back of Vincent's cloak. For some reason, he just seemed to love that cloak to death.

"I wouldn't be bothered cause I know I'm not gay!" Blowing out another puff of smoke, Cid finally ran, catching up to the taller male and walking beside him, his legs having to move faster to keep up. "Damn it, would you just slow down!"

"I fail to see a reason to," Vincent said under his breath. "I have to 'keep my figure' since I might be a 'gay male'."

"Fine fine," Cid said giving up and chewing on the end of his cig in frustration. "I'll stop with the gay comments if it'll make you happy. Even though you still look and act gay to me." When Vincent glared at him, Cid looked up at the sky, using that as a form of distracting to keep the heated red eyes off him. It didn't work. "I mean, I wouldn't want my best bud getting mad with me and killing me in my sleep or something."

"Why kill you in your sleep when I can kill you now?" Vincent asked, his clawed hand coming up, fingers flexing slightly. Something deep down told him he wouldn't be able to kill Cid though. Something about the other male, despite his raw mouth, just…did things to him sometimes….

But that doesn't mean I'm gay.

"Alright alright, so I apologize." Cid said, stopping and reaching up holding Vincent's arm to get the other to stop. "I'm fucking sorry that I'm such a cold heartless asshole and I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. Better?" The chocobo sat down on the ground, literally giving up on the chance to finish his walk considering how these two were acting. Maybe he should just take a little snooze.

"No." Vincent tried to move to keep walking but the other held on, his eyes making contact with Vincent's and holding them. It had to be those damn intense eyes that made Vincent stop moving. Why did Cid have to be so…appealing? He could see the sweat on Cid's face causing his hair to stick to him…and then his eyes wondered slightly, lowering down…looking at that slick wet chest glaring up at him. All that sweating was really starting to make Vincent feel hot…or was it something else causing it? His eyes went a little lower seeing perspiration sliding down going beneath Cid's pants…before he quickly had to look away again, his thoughts getting a little too…weird for him.

Ok…maybe I am gay…a little.

"Fine, I'll just make it up to you," Cid said, poking Vincent in the chest, causing him to shiver slightly as his sweaty shirt pressed against him. Yeah, maybe just a little too many clothes today. "I'll cook dinner and maybe fix some of the things that look like crap around your house. You know, like your lights cause that place is dark as fuck! Hell, maybe I'll get rid of some of those monsters for you while I'm at it!"

"Fine, ok…whatever," Vincent said pulling his arm free, more out of nervousness than annoyance. He didn't trust himself to stay too long around the half naked man…not even sure why he was finding Cid to be attractive. Maybe Cid was right and he really was gay…or something. And…did he say he'd do the cooking?

"…Did you say you'd cook dinner?"

"Kweh?" Chip looked up at the word dinner, actually giving a little yawn before going over and sniffing at a flower…and trying to eat it.

"Yep," Cid said, a grin on his face, just happy now that he'd managed to get the other to say something at least somewhat positive. "I'll just make some more of my famous chili! You can't get enough of it! It'll fucking burn your lungs out!"

"Eh…no just…leave the cooking to me," Vincent said, finally starting to walk away, knowing the other would catch up.

"Heh heh. Can't handle the power of the best fucking chili in the world, eh?" Cid grinned, resting his hands on his hips looking like a shirtless superhero. "I think ma had a recipe for chili cup cakes. Shit! Can't believe I don't remember how to make it!"

Thank god…

"I think we'll be ok without that," Vincent replied, hoping that the day would never come that he'd be stuck eating a chili cupcake. The last thing he needed was heartburn from sweets.

Would a chili cupcake even taste sweet?

Despite the fact that he was feeling so hot, his forehead sweating, he didn't undo anything. Figuring that the quick walk would end soon enough and that he'd be able to go get a little bath before he made dinner. Maybe he'd get lucky and get time to soak though he was sure Cid was comment on that too.

"Hey…there's one fucking day left till the little guy has to go home, right?" Cid moved up, walking beside him again, giving a glare at Chip when the little chocobo looked up. "So what if I start tomorrow on fixing your lights? Or maybe I'll stay after it leaves and fix them then? Now that's a fucking plan!"

"Wark?"

"Yeah, I'm talking about you, you…thing!"

"Running out of insults?" Vincent glanced over looking at Cid questioningly.

"Nah, I've got plenty," Cid lied, closing his eyes as he continued walking beside the taller male. "I'm just trying to be good so I don't have to worry about fucking kids running off and screaming that I said some stuff." Vincent rolled his eyes slightly. As if Cid hadn't already said that stuff not even two seconds ago.

"Wark!"

"Did you just call me a dumbass!"

"Wark wark Kweh!"

"Oh you're going to die for that one! Come here!" Cid gave chase after the little bird, Chip jumping and running in a circle around Vincent, his wings flapping rapidly as he kept squawking out in anger.

"Wark Kheeeee!"

"Oh I know you didn't just fucking go there you little ass pincher!" Now, normally at this time Vincent would just roll his eyes and walk away. However, seeing as how Chip was running circles around him, the leash winded up wrapping around his legs and pulling taunt causing Vincent to topple over. "Oh shit, Vincent!" Cid tried to reach out and catch him but it was too late as Vincent fell, his head coming in contact with the ground causing an extreme amount of pain to explode in his head. "Damn it!" He felt something tugging on his arm and assumed it was Cid, though he could barely tell through his blurry vision. Maybe the impact wouldn't have seemed so bad, if it weren't for the fact he was already dizzy from the heat and frustration of the day. "Vincent? Vincent!"

Why is he yelling so much?

Vincent's eyes closed, the pounding in his head slowing down some as he felt himself relaxing, like he was floating on water.

"Ah shit…you've done it now, ya damn bird!"

"Kweh!"

"Yes you!"

Well…it's not that relaxing...anymore.

He felt like he was being lifted up before he finally did lose consciousness. His body went lax as the feeling of being carried pushed him towards sleep.

"Vincent! Keep your fucking eyes open, damn it! Vincent!"

TBC….

Hehe, was hard to end this chapter. But well…not too much left before this story is over. I'm predicting two more chapters, three at most. Ah well, it's still fun though. And…um…Cid's theories…weird as all hell but ya gotta love them. Poor Vinny, having to deal with that for another day.