Title: Fun and Games.

Setting: Pick one.

Pairings: Valenwind.

Disclaimer: I think ya'll know that I don't own this by now. If you think I do...stop taking drugs.

Warnings: Yeah, -grins-here we go again. Shameless CidVin fluff, games, teasing, swearing, slash, yaoi, shonen-ai, sex, blah, blah, blah, I think you get it by now. Flamers will deal with my fury.

Beta: Aileen

Glass

Cid wrapped his arms around Vincent, holding him firmly, yet delicately as the gunner shook. The fragile man had woken up screaming, shouting in pain that chilled the pilot to the core. He knew that he was reliving the torture he was put through before being locked away in the dark. He also knew that he only vaguely knew what the gunner had gone through; not wanting to stomach the details; not wanting him to re-live it; not wanting him to shatter a bit more.

He gently rocked back and forth, hoping that it would calm Vincent as he ran his fingers through the thick, dark hair. Humming a soft tune, Cid could feel him slowly relaxing. His shaking began to slow down as he melted into the embrace.

The pilot smiled as he felt the shaking eventually stop. Vincent was soon relaxed in his arms, yet still clinging desperately to Cid. He still rocked gently, keeping him calm and away from another panic attack or nightmare. The gunner snuggled closer to his chest, needing to feel still grounded in the real world.

Cid's gentle humming was keeping the shadows of his mind at bay, keeping the taunting voices back. A soft voice whispered "Thank you, Cid," making the blonde smile.

"No problem, Vince," he said in a similar tone, going back to humming soon after. Like every night, they would not be able to sleep for a while. Even though it was cutting into his sleeping hours, Cid would gladly comfort the delicate man in his time of need. He hated it when the broken man became even more delicate, and he was more than willing to keep him from breaking to the point where he was not able to help him anymore.

Snow

There was something about snow. Something that turned even the most mature of people into little kids again. It had a similar effect on those who could not stop acting like children, also.

"Ha! Got you!" Yuffie shouted as she pointed at a very irritated Cid. Snow covered his face from the snow ball that she had thrown.

He growled at the ninja while swiping the snow off of his face with the sleeve of his coat. "Yeah?!" he snapped. "Well, you're gonna get it!" She yelped as the blonde lunged at her, chasing her through the snow. Standing not to far away, were the others; Tifa was making a snow angel, Cloud and Denzel worked on a snowman, Barret and Marlene were making snow Caits, Nanaki was pouncing on snow mounds, Reeve and Cait were building an igloo, why?, no one but them knows, and Vincent was leaning against a tree a bit away from everyone else, carefully watching them all.

Shortly after the chase began, Cid had Yuffie pinned in the snow, burying her face in it, giving her a white-wash. He laughed while a few of the others watched, chuckling along with the blonde as he got his enjoyment out of the girl's punishment.

Cid soon showed her mercy and released her, watching as she scrambled to her feet, glaring venomously at him. She ran away from him, already planning her revenge while the pilot walked away, still laughing loudly. He walked over to Vincent, barely able to see the smile that lit up his face.

"Havin' fun, Vince?" Cid asked, stopping only to stand right next to the gunner. Looking over at him, the pilot could see him nod. Grinning he put his arm around the man's waist, sharing their body heat. Vincent's smile widened at the gesture.

It soon ended when the next thing he saw was white. The gunman felt the cold spreading through his face, and knowing from experience, he knew that it was snow. Quickly cleaning it from his face, he saw the horrified look on Yuffie's face.

"I swear I didn't mean to hit you, Vinny!" She said, frozen to the spot. "I'm sorry! I wanted to hit the Old Man!" Still removing the snow from his face, Vincent could tell that everyone else was looking at him to see his reaction.

Cid looked directly at him and smirked. "Get her?" he offered.

"Get her," Vincent said, smirking darkly they turned to the ninja.

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!!" Cid yelled out as they charged at her.

Paper

Cid usually hated paper. He would rather use computers and technology instead of leaving messages on paper for others. Not to mention, he hated the look of his own handwriting. That could contribute to the reason why he was so shocked once he saw a folded piece of paper resting on his pillow.

Curiousity getting the best of him, he carefully picked up the paper, wondering what could possibly be written on it. Feeling somewhat wary of the sheet of white paper, Cid delicately unfolded it, looking at the curvy script in confusion. For some reason, he found himself expecting more than writing on the paper.

Reading the note, Cid found himself grinning, knowing that only one person he knew could write in such a way. After all, there was only one person that would even talk like that. Folding it back up, he slipped it into his pocket before heading out of his room.

He quickly ran down the hallway of the Inn, trying to remember which one was Vincent's room. "S'gotta be this one," he muttered as he opened the door. Instantly he regretted it. Slamming the door shut, Cid shut his eyes and smashed his head into the wall a few times, trying to get the image of a naked Barret out of his head.

Able to forget the sight for a bit, Cid walked farther down the hallway, deciding to knock on any and all doors before opening them. Three tries later, he heard Vincent's voice answer when he knocked. Throwing caution to the wind, he opened the door quickly, no longer worried about walking in on one of his comrades naked.

Immediately, Cid blushed, seeing Vincent standing there in only a towel. Upon seeing the blonde enter his room, the gunner turned a bright shade of red, scrambling to get his clothes in order to dress. Once the pilot had looked away, he began to imagine what the pale, soaked man looked like without the towel on.

"Sorry, Vince," he said as he felt his face flush deeper, while his pants grew tighter. He began to pray to any god that would listen for Vincent to not notice. Looking up slightly, Cid saw that Vincent was gathering his clothes up. Remembering the note that was left for him, he gathered up the courage and walked closer to the still blushing man.

Instantly, Vincent knew that something was wrong once Cid had neared him. Looking over at the blonde, he found himself pinned to the wall as their lips were pressed together.

"I got your note," Cid muttered before kissing him again. Now he was confused. Pushing him away a bit, Vincent looked at him questioningly.

"My note?" he asked, having no clue what the blonde was talking about. Seeing the pilot nod, he became even more confused. "Cid, I haven't written anything to you." Now the blonde joined in on the confusion. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the note, handing it to Vincent.

"You didn't write this?" Taking the note, his eyes skimmed over the handwriting and his brows rose.

"Cid, this is not my signature," he said, looking at his name near the bottom of the page. "It is close to it, though. So I am guessing that the person who wrote this is trying to impersonate me."

"...So...you mean...that you don't..." Cid started to say, but stopped, looking at Vincent in embarrassment.

Smiling widely, he looked the blonde in the eyes. "No, that is not what I am saying, Cid." Instantly, Cid was pulled for another kiss as the gunner's arms wrapped aroung his neck. It did not take long for the pilot to gather his wits and kiss the man back, instantly forgetting the note that professed the undying love for him. Instead, Cid found himself far too interested in the man that he had pressed against the wall, and the object that he was grinding into the brunette.

Call

His phone rang again, the annoying tune filling the silence of the mansion once more. Rolling his eyes, Vincent did not even bother to look at his phone. He had picked out that certain ringtone for a certain Wutian girl. Already he had lost count of how many times she had called in the last hour.

Ignoring it once again, Vincent focused on his book again, relaxing in the comfortable silence, all the while knowing that it would not last until she gave up. A few hours later, he finished the book. Gently placing it on the shelf next to the others that he had read, his cell phone rang again.

The first thing that he was alerted to was the ringtone. He immediately knew that it was not Yuffie's. Smiling, Vincent reached over and picked it up. Flipping it open, he calm said, "Hello?"

"Vince!" Cid shouted from the other end, making the gunner wince slightly. "You still at Creepy Manor?"

Chuckling softly at the nickname Cid had given the place, Vincent replied. "Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"

"'Cause I'm gonna come pick ya up, that's why!"

"Come pick me up?" he asked, not quite understanding. "What for?"

"'Cause you need a vacation! So yer gettin' one, whether ya like or not."

Smiling, Vincent looked out the window, just realizing that it was dark outside. "Where would we be going?"

"I dunno. Anywhere but where ya are right now."

"What is so wrong with where I am right now?"

"Well, I can't see ya, you can't see me, we're miles away for each other, I miss ya, ...and others."

"Others? ...Like what?"

"Like me bein' horny as fuck."

"Nice choice of words."

"Ain't they? So I'll be there shortly. Then whisk you off to have my way with you."

"Really, now?"

"Oh, yeah. Plus, ya can't say that ya don't like it when I take you away from the dark, doom an' gloom of Creepy Manor."

"That is true. Things are more interesting once you call."

"Yup. So I'm on my way right now, Vince."

"I'll see you soon, Cid."

"You'll be doin' more than seein' me. That's for sure."

"Mmm, I'll be waiting."

"Be there quickly, Vince."

"I know, Cid."

"And don't bring any books with ya this time, kay?"

"All right."

"Oh! And don't forget to pack that sexy-"

"Cid!" Blushing furiously, Vincent looked around suspiciously, feeling slightly paranoid. He heard the blonde laughing on the other end.

"Still a bit shy?

He pouted as he said, "I refuse to answer that."

"Are ya gonna pack it?"

"...Sure."

"Great! But are ya gonna wear it when I get there?"

"CID!"

"Oh, fine. But you are gonna wear that little-"

"CID!!"

"Alright, alright! See you soon, babe."

"See you."

"Wear the red thong!"

"CID!!!" It was too late, the blonde hung up, leaving Vincent standing there as he blushed a bright red, knowing that Cid was laughing as he quickly flew to the old, run-down mansion. Shaking his head, he closed his cell phone and headed towards his room, deciding to pack everything that he absolutely needed for the trip.

Smirking, Vincent picked up the red article of clothing that Cid seemed to like him wearing. His smirk widened as he tried to imagine what his reaction would be when he entered the room to see Vincent wearing nothing but the small red thong. He decided he wanted to find out.

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