Authors Note: Forgive the lateness and rather shortness of this chapter, I will hopefully get back into the full swing of things quite soon. Please read and enjoy.
Acceptance
Chapter Four
The first couple of days and nights spent in Rocket Town living with Cid were stressful and awkward in Vincent's opinion; not that Cid really seemed to notice. Vincent would spend his days memorizing where everything went and where everything should not have been. His evenings were spent almost sleepless as he was too nervous for sleep; fearful that Chaos would once again attempt to invade his memories and twist his dreams in order to get a sexual rise out of him. It was all too clear to Vincent now: Chaos wanted Cid. Of course, it was too early for Vincent to tell if Chaos wanted Cid in a sexual manner or if he just wanted Cid because he enjoyed Vincent's turmoil. Whatever the reason, it left Vincent uneasy. And the mere fact that Vincent was now jacking off every morning was beginning to really piss him off.
Cid on the other hand was annoyed with the first few days for an entirely different reason. He spent most of his daylight hours working on different projects or tuning up the Shera II. The later afternoon he spent smoking and cooking, the same things he did every day. So why was he annoyed? Cid was annoyed because over the past eighty-four hours he had hardly seen head or tail of his gun-slinging guest. He wasn't sure why it bothered him so much, after all, Vincent was never a very social individual so he should have been more worried had the gunslinger been more social rather than the other way around.
*
It was a dark, cold, rainy afternoon and both men were trapped indoors. Vincent sat in the back room, which happened to be a storage room he had grown quite fond of, gazing dully out the window. The sky was dark with thick black storm clouds; fog covered the tops of buildings in the distance. The only sound to be heard, besides the quiet cussing of Cid in the kitchen, was the light pitter-patter of rain drops upon the roof and windowpane. Vincent glanced over his shoulder towards the hall as a loud crash echoed through the house, followed by the loud cussing from the blond captain who had obviously knocked several large pans from the counter top. Vincent turned his attention back towards the window, crimson eyes reflecting none of his inner thoughts.
"Eh Vince." Vincent turned his attention towards the door to the storage room where the rather ruffled-looking pilot stood. "Let's go out ta eat," he grumbled, obviously more than a little pissed off. Vincent cocked a delicate black eyebrow as he gave the foulmouthed blond a curiously questioning look. An awkward silence stretched between the two as they remained on opposite ends of the room, one standing and one sitting. "T'ere's t'at new Wutainese restaurant downtown, not really my t'ing but t'ey sell some pretty fucking good noodles."
Vincent wasn't listening; his crimson eyes were focused firmly upon the blond's thin masculine lips as he spoke, head tilted to the side just slightly in an awkward stance, cigarette dangling from between his teeth. Vincent's eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the smallest and finest details of the man standing in the doorway, rambling on and on about the new restaurant. How there was the faintest hint of dark circles under the blue eyes, how small blond bristles of hair covered the man's chin, upper lip and cheeks, leading up to his sideburns. How the strong nose had the slightest bump on the bridge indicating that it had been broken at least once. How there was the smallest of pink scars resting on the left side of the man's upper lip; Vincent wondered what had caused that. He felt his eyes fall back down to the man's lips, watching as they moved. He unconsciously licked his own lips, his heart beginning to beat rapidly against his ribcage, heat rising his core body temperature slightly.
Cid continued rambling on and on, not noticing as the other man rose from his spot from across the room and slowly began approaching; that was, until a strong pair of slender hands gripped the sides of his arms and a pair of soft, smooth lips were pressed against his. Cid's eyes grew wide and he blinked several times as he gazed at the man kissing him. He blinked several more times once Vincent broke the kiss and his crimson eyes fluttered open. His eyes were half-lidded and were slightly glassy. The faintest hue of pink had filled the pale man's cheeks.
"W-wat t'a fuck was t'at?"
"I believe that was a kiss, Mr. Highwind."
Cid flushed and glared.
"I FUCKING KNOW THAT!" he barked, clenching his fists as his own cheeks burned with a new found heat. "W'at I wanna fucking know is WHY the fuck you kissed me!" he asked harshly, scowling as his blue eyes locked with lidded crimson.
Vincent did not answer, but instead leaned back in and pressed his lips to the blond man's. He felt the other struggle with the action for a quick moment before relaxing and responding to the kiss. Cid slid his arms around the brunet's slender waist and pulled him flush against himself. Vincent allowed himself to be pulled against the other man, his arms lifting and wrapping loosely around the blond's neck, eyes fluttering closed. He enjoyed the feeling of the other man's broader build pressed firmly against his slender frame and the strong arms wrapped around his waist. He could feel the prickling sensation of the other man's face as his lips were ravished, nipped and bit, followed quickly by the warmth of a tongue brushing against his lips. He opened his mouth, allowing access for the pink muscle to invade it. He let out a throaty groan as the other's tongue explored his mouth, running over his teeth, gums, cheeks before sliding sensually against his own. Vincent gasped, his hips jerking forward to grind against the blond's as the blond's tongue began fucking the back of this throat, thrusting in and out and rubbing hard against the inner walls of his throat.
Cid gasped and groaned at the feeling of the slimmer man bucking against him. He gripped the other's hips and pulled, backing them both out of the storage room, down the hall, stumbling passed the bathroom and into Cid's room; the one room Vincent had yet to actually enter. He took the opportunity not only to fill his lungs with the much needed oxygen when Cid finally broke the kiss, but also to take a quick glance around the room. The floor was worn hardwood as were the walls and a large simple bed rested against the wall. Boxes filled with shuttle parts decorated the surrounding areas. Vincent did not have much time to examine the room for the next thing he knew he had been pushed down upon the large bed. He bounced slightly, his head bobbing on his spine as the mattress adjusted to his body's weight, mass and density. He crawled back farther onto the bed gazing through lust-filled crimson eyes up to the man looming near the end of the bed.
Cid felt his swollen groin throb with want as he eyed the creature sprawled upon his bed. Vincent was laying on his back, one leg straight with the other bent at the knee and slightly spread, relieving some of the pressure from his no doubt hard member. He was propped up on his elbows, shoulders slumped, head bowed slightly. The dark locks of his hair were splayed across his left shoulder. Cid crawled upon the bed and climbed over the slightly smaller man, caging him down, knees and arms on either side of his black-clad form. He bowed his head and hungrily latched onto the other man's lips, pressing his pelvis against the other man's, rubbing his arms. Both panted between hungry kisses.
"Vince…why…w'at is…t'is…."
Vincent groaned as he rolled his hips, rubbing his strained groin against the larger man's thigh.
"Shut up, Cid," he breathed, nipping at the blond's ear. Cid did not need to be told twice. He gently unclasped the strap at the top of the black body suit and took the zipper between thumb and index finger and began pulling it down. He managed to get it half way down when a slender hand wrapped around his wrist and halted his motion. He blinked and glanced at the other. Vincent was gazing hardly at the ceiling, mouth thin as a line, hint of anger on his pale face. Cid was confused.
"I'm sorry, Cid," Vincent breathed quietly as he sat up, causing the other to shift off of him. He took the zipper, zipped himself back up and re-clasped the strap before quickly sliding off of the bed. "I just can't do this, I'm…I'm sorry," he said, waving a hand in self dismissal as he exited the bedroom, leaving a very, very confused Cid Highwind.
"W'at the fuck just happened?" he mumbled to himself.
*
Vincent had quickly returned to the store room and was seated near the window gazing out, crimson eyes filled with emotion as the tightening in his chest began to make him nauseous. He swallowed the sour spit that invaded his mouth and closed his eyes, grimacing slightly as it slid down his throat and back into his seemingly upset stomach. He did not turn when he heard the heavy footsteps of the blond captain enter the room, pausing near the doorway. He could not look at him, and he forced his crimson eyes on the outside world, not wanting to see the blond even via his reflection in the slightly fogged windowpane. "Vince, w'at the fuck was that all about?"
"Nothing."
"Don't fucking tell me t'at was fucking nothing! T'at was not nothing!" Cid snapped, crossing the room and standing directly behind the gunslinger, who still refused to turn and gaze at him. "Vince, w'at the fuck is going on? First you kiss me and act as if ya're after a power fuck and t'en you go and pull this shit."
Vincent closed his eyes, shoulders slouching slightly. How could he let his emotions get so out of hand? How could he have acted like that, he would always get hurt…he was destined for a life of misery and he knew it.
"Cid," he breathed, keeping his eyes closed. "I am sorry. I should not have come on to you like that. It was wrong of me." He slowly opened his crimson eyes and allowed them to focus on the green-shirted reflection upon the glass. "I know you do not understand your emotions, Cid…or your feelings towards me; that night was a mistake, it confused you….You don't want to be in a physical relationship with me; not only am I another man but I am nothing but misfortune." Vincent heard the sharp intake of breath behind him as the other prepared to protest and now doubt cuss him up one wall and down another, but Vincent cut him off by turning around sharply and gazing up at him through narrowed crimson eyes. "Cid, you have always been a lady's man, your obvious attraction to Shera did not go unnoticed by your friends…or me. Don't let what happened the other night ruin what could possibly be something beautiful between the two of you. I do not want to ruin something good and pure."
Cid's blue eyes narrowed and he flexed his hands several time, the vein in his temple throbbing angrily as he gazed down at the brunet who was glaring up at him.
"Ya can't look me in the eyes and tell me ya didn't feel a fucking thing the other night."
Vincent felt his heart double its pace. He did not remember the other night, not really. He remembered bits and pieces, remembered stumbling into Cid's room and clinging to the blond as his unsteady legs chose to give way, remembered the sensation of cloth rubbing almost painfully against his ass and an earth shattering orgasm…which in truth he only remembered due to the dreams he had been having ever since. "It was a mistake, Cid." Vincent did not even have a second to react when the blond crashed his fist against his cheekbone and sent him stumbling from the chair and into the opposite wall, knocking several boxes from the stack, their contents spilling across the floor. Vincent's eyes were wide as he snapped his head towards the blond as he steadied himself. He could not believe Cid hit him. Cid was doubled over, hand still balled into a trembling fist as he glared hard at the other man.
"You fucking bastard."
Vincent growled and dashed forward, his fist connecting with the blond's nose, a satisfying crunch being heard before a fist drove hard into his gut. Both men grunted, their forms trembling slightly as they pulled apart. Vincent held his gut while blood poured from the blond's now broken nose. But despite their momentary breather, it only took a few seconds before Cid slammed himself against the smaller man's friend, sending both to the floor with a load crash. Vincent attempted to kick the blond but was unsuccessful due to the loss of momentum when his body was pinned to the floor. He struggled for a moment, attempting to grasp some sort of leverage but failed as his waist was straddled, his legs and arms pinned to the floor. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A FUCKING ASS, VALENTINE?!" The blond's eyes narrowed. "What are you so fucking afraid of?"
Vincent's crimson eyes narrowed, his lips thinning to nothing but a line before he closed his eyes and turned his face away from the blond, eyes opening to glare towards the wall. He could still feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but now they were fueling his emotions rather than his instinct to beat the captain into a bloody heap. His lips parted and he mumbled something. From the corner of his eye he could see the blond bow his head slightly. "What?"
He closed his eyes, feeling tears burn the back of his eyes. He would not let them fall, he would not cry in front of another person, let alone the blond on top of him.
"I am afraid of getting hurt," Vincent whispered, though just a little louder so the blond could hear him.
Cid blinked, his expression softening slightly as he gazed down at the man beneath him. The brunet's cheek was slightly red and a little swollen from when he'd been sucker punched, but that was not what made Cid's inner comforter crop up. No, it was the glistening in the other's eyes that got him. Vincent let out a sigh. "Cid…I am…curious about you." He turned his attention back to the blond, making eye contact. "And maybe I did feel something the other night, but I want…I need to feel something other than just heated sexual pleasure…I need something emotional, intimate…as stupid as that sounds."
Cid did have to admit, it did sound rather stupid, almost feminine. The blond began wondering if Vince had been gay his whole life…nah that couldn't be right. "I still love Lucrecia Cid…."
Cid blinked. "It is possible I will always love her…and I think you need to know that."
Silence followed, thick with an awkward sense of What now?
Authors Note: Forgive the lack of full lemon, more of a lime if anything, or rather more citrusy. But still, please review. (longer reviews would be greatly appreciated.)
