This story is about random events in the lives of Cid Highwind and Vincent Valentine. Some of it is meant to be silly, some of it is meant to be rather emo, some of it is just a bunch of pervy fun stuff. It'll eventually end up Cid/Vin.
Yeah, this story's all yaoi / slash / m/m / whatever you wanna call it. So just go ahead and skedaddle if you don't wanna deal with all that, cos I don't wanna hear about it.
(I don't own the FFVII characters.)
(But Patrick and Michael are mine!)
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13. You've Come To Love Me Lightly, Yeah You've Come To Hold Me Tight. (Vincent's POV)
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I hated to do it, but I felt like I owed him something at least.
Cid was under a lot of stress from running into his father that day. He was upset and wanted to get out of his house for a while. I could understand that. So I offered to have him over to my house. We had never gone over there before. I hated it and would go to great lengths to not be there.
Just this once wouldn't hurt. So I led Cid to my home and subjected him to my mess of a family. My father freaked him out, and he ended up throwing his fist in my brother's face. He protected me and made my brother's nose bleed all at once. It made me smile.
Cid and I locked ourselves up in my room, away from those bastards on the outside. I didn't want to see them. I hated them. They've never mattered anyway.
We lay on the bed for quite a while. We talked some, but it was quiet. My head, the house and its inhabitants... It was unusually peaceful and I was enjoying thoroughly.
"Vincent?" Cid asked.
I turned over to look at him.
"You know I love you, right?"
I couldn't stop the grin that took over. "Yeah..." I knew it. It was the first time he'd actually said it, but I had known it.
"Well, I just want ya to know. I mean, even with all this shit, even though it sucks, I love you, okay? Seems to me like you don't get told that enough."
I could count on my two hands just how many times I had been told I was loved. I could count on one finger just how many people had said it before. Until now, that is. It made everything in me feel good. My heart was happy. And beating a bit faster when I said "I love you too."
"Good," he said. That was the end of discussion. I wouldn't have been able to think of anything else to say.
On my list of wants as a child, love was always the thing I wanted most. I had gone my entire life only imagining what it could possibly feel like, and so far, the real thing felt so much better than I ever thought it would.