They tumbled through the door of Cid's bedroom. Good thing it was so close, because they didn't know how much longer they could last. Cid had lost his shirt and gloves somewhere along the way, enjoying the sensation of finally being able to touch the gunman's bare flesh. Drinking in the feel of their hearts pounding into the other's chest. The two men fell onto the bed, hearing it protest with the new weight. Their lips finally broke apart, with the impact, allowing them to just stare at each other, panting because they could finally breath.
Cid traced his hand along the side of Vincent's face, watching as those beautiful eyes closed, turning his head into the touch. Vincent's cool fingers curled against Cid's shoulder blade, inciting a chill throughout the pilot's body. Cid leaned back into kiss him, his lips traceing along the gentle curve of his neck.
Vincent sighed, closing his eyes to focus his mind on the intoxicating feelings coursing through his every nerve. It was incredible. Vincent was beginning to think his affection towards the brash pilot was strictly because of Chaos' lust for him, but it didn't seem so anymore. Cid felt so different from Cloud. He seemed so much more confident, stronger than the blonde swordsman ever had. There wasn't the slightest hint that he wouldn't be safe in his arms. Even when Cid's hands closed around his wrists, Vincent didn't fear being restrained.
It was a bit frightening. He wanted to give himself completely over to him. Not just his body, but his heart, his soul, his mind. Everything the ex-Turk was, or would ever be, he wanted to give it to Cid. Somehow, knowing that it'd be safe in his hands.
His torn emotions came crashing together at full force, to finally form a coherant thought. He really did love him.
Vincent raaised his arms over Cid's back, sliding the golden claw from his hand, and threw it to the floor. Cid's head shot up, with the loud clunk it made. He turned to look at the gauntlet on the floor, to Vincent, then up at the blackened arm trembling above his head.
Cid's hand traced up Vincent's left arm, coaxing it down into view. Vincent's face burned darker. He knew Cid had seen it before, but that was so long ago… and he never said anything about it.
The arm felt kinda odd. The skin was smooth, but felt nothing like the gunman's naturally soft skin. More like a scar that was at least ten degrees hotter than the rest of his body. Cid held the fingers gently in his, placing a kiss onto the delicately clawed nails. He pulled the hand to his chest, leaning back in to taste his beloved's lips. "I love you, Vince."
Vincent felt his heart skip with hearing that. He didn't understand why. Usually he would be struck with fear to hear Cid say those words, but now… it warmed him. He couldn't even remember why he'd wanted to keep Cid at such a distance before. There was a good reason, somewhere in the back of his mind, but at the moment he didn't know, or care, what it was.
The feel of those calloused hands against his sensative skin just felt too right.
Cid explored the lithe body benieth him. This was the first time he'd ever gotten the chance, and in case this was the last he wanted to savor it. He wanted to remember the feel of that soft skin. Every reaction encited from the different touches on each part of his body. Cid could feel his mind melting away into a drunken exstacy just from the sounds escaping the gunman's lips. He drew him up into his arms, fingers tracing along the raised marks on his back. Vincent's arms gently closed around Cid's neck, guiding his lips around his neck, head tilting to compensate. The ex-Turk crooned, fingers delicately examining the corded muscles along Cid's back, to encite small appreciative moans from the man atop him.
Cid froze, uncertainty setting in once more with the feel of something pushing against his lower stomach. Kissing him, holding and touching him was one thing. Cid didn't even seem to realize his own hardening… he was used to that feeling, but this was new. The fact that he was actually making Vincent react was so unreal to him. Was the gunman really that into him?
He drew back, gazing at the sweltering face of his beloved, nearly able to see the slight puffs the heat of his skin would give his breaths. "Something wrong?"
Cid shook his head, hands shakily grabbing the buckle on his belt. "Nothing at all. Everything's perfect." He wrapped his lips around Vincents, finishing off the buckle, and whipped the belt out from the loops. Vincent flinched from the gesture, a gasp escaping his lips. Cid grinned, kissing him again. "Just explain to me why the hell you wear two belts."
Vincent just smiled, coyly. "It's to keep my pants from falling down."
"Uh-huh." He set to work on the second one, throwing the gun holster next to the first belt. Vincent's hips arched up into his touch, their owner moaning slightly. "Hurry, Cid. It hurts."
Cid's hands shook, gingerly sliding into the buttersoft leather pants. They moved around, fully wanting to take in the feel of the smooth skin they contained, forcing Vincent's hands to twist into the sheets.
Cid still felt nervous, but at the same time excited. There was a whole other half of Vincent's body he finally had a chance to explore. Vincent's legs recoiled slightly as his pants finally fell to the floor. Bright blue eyes fell onto the straining flesh in awe. Maybe a bit overwhelmed. Was there any part of this man that wasn't breath-taking?
A calloused hand moved along the gunman's thigh, lifting the knee of his left leg. Cid's lips brushed against the crease along the inside of Vincent's thigh, sending a chill through his body. His fingers wrapped gingerly around Vincent's swollen member, followed by the soft whisper of his kisses. It was getting rather difficult. Every sense he had sang with antisipation that the ex-Turk would soon be his. His taste, the feel of his skin, the incoherant sounds cascading from his lips, even the smell and sight of the skin, heated from passion. Everything caused the demin of Cid's pants to tighten, drawing his attention to the growing ache beneath his waist. He wanted to take his pants off, but didn't want to seem to eagar. Cid wanted to be able to enjoy every moment of this. To draw this pleasure out for as long as he could, for fear that he'd never have it again.
Vincent's fingers twined through the short blonde strands, working into the connecting scalp. "Ci~id." His voice came out laced with an un-needed plea, head tilting back into the pillow at an obscure angle.
Cid smiled, releasing the gunman's straining erection. He slid back up the slender form, placing kisses along each curve and scar along the way. He stopped just short of reaching the gunman's lips again, pressing his own against his chest, just off center. Blue eyes genty closed at feeling his beloved Vincent's heart beating frantically against his lips. The same heart he'd wanted for so long. The one he'd hope could now be his.
Cid replaced his lips with his hand, continueing up to kiss the waiting ex-Turk.
Vincent's moan vibrated into the pilot's mouth, welcoming his tongue. He just couldn't get enough of his unique smokey taste. So different, yet so good. His hands traced along the strong arms still holding him, slowly making their way down to seize the waist-band on Cid's pants.
Cid flinched a bit, moaning as those thin fingers expertly undid his pants, and slid inside to push the annoying demin away. The eagarness of his actions made the pilot a bit nervous again. Not from what was going on, but he started to remember the last time he had this beautiful body in bed. He had to be careful, or else he'd bring Chaos out.
The kiss was reluctantly broken allowing Cid to exaine those gleaming crimson eyes. He smiled, tracing a hand along the side of Vincent's face. It was still him. Cid kicked his pants over the side of the bed, leaning back into trace his lips over the side of his neck, tongue flicking out to taste him better. Cid reached a hand around the side of the bed, into a hole that was cut into the seam of the matress. He pulled out a small bottle that fit neatly into the palm of his hand. (Yet another good reason to be in Cid's room)
Vincent's head cocked in curiosity, his brow furrowing slightly to see the bottle over half way empty. Cid's gaze shifted, a bit ashamed. "It's uh… sometimes not so easy to be so close to you." The gunman smiled gently, taking the bottle from his hand. "You won't have to worry about that anymore." He flipped the cap open, breathing in the sweet scent of vanilla. His hands worked to smooth the thick liquid over Cid, kissing him softly. "Just promise you won't let me finish before I have a chance to really feel you."
Cid smiled, taking the bottle, and tossed it across the room. "Alright."
He kissed him once more, as Vincent wrapped his arms around to pull him closer. Cid's hands pressed into the side of the gunman's body, slowly moving downwards. They danced over his thighs, lifting them higher till he was nestled in between. Cid's heart threatened to break his ribs. He still couldn't believe this was happeneing. His eyes opened, wanting to see Vincent as long as he could until this dream slipped away.
Vincent cried out, nails digging into the pilot's back, as they were able to finally connect. He couldn't believe it felt this good. There wasn't an underlying sense of control or dominance. Just passion… and maybe still a bit of fear. The ex-Turk wasn't completely certain of when his finish came, but it didn't seem to matter. His mind was a blur, vision hazing over. The only coherant thought wishing for Cid to be just a bit harder.
All too soon, Cid collapsed on top of Vincent, not yet wanting to divide the two of them. Vincent's entire body felt drain, exhausted as he started to slip in and out of sleep, and a bit shakey. "Oh, Captain." He finally managed to gasp, wrapping his arms around the body heavily panting on top of him.
Cid chuckled slightly, drawing him into his strong arms, and kissed the neck just inches away from his face. "I'll… I'll take that… as… a good thing." He breathed between gasps. His somewhat weak arms, pushed Cid up to look into the glazed over eyes of what he hoped was his new lover. He brushed his fingers along the curve of his lips. "You alright?"
Vincent smiled, his eyes were no longer able to stay open, and his legs felt numb, but he finally felt content. "Yes."
Cid leaned in to feel those enchanting lips yet again. Vincent moaned, opening his eyes again. "Cid."
"Huh?" The tightening of certain muscles told him exactly what he meant. "Oh."
Cid finally broke the connection between them, but it was worth it to be able to taste those lips again. Vincent smiled, allowing himself to be drawn into the pilot's chest. He closed his eyes again, hypnotised by the rapid pulse beating in his ear. "(Are you happy now?)"
*"(Oh, please. You didn't just do this for me, and you know it.)"
Vincent sighed, activating those arms to pull him closer into his warmth. "(For once, I'll admit you're right.)"
"Vince?"
"Hmm?"
Cid kissed the top of his head. "You sure it's ok for you to fall asleep? I don't want you to get hurt."
"I already told you. Chaos isn't one to break his word. Plus… he's kinda happy right now."
Cid couldn't help the swarm of pride and akward feelings that comment brought on him. But, if Vincent was willing to trust him, then there was no reason he shouldn't.
The ex-Turk began to doze off in his arms, and Cid just held tightly to him. Afraid if he let go, then he'd lose him. He kissed the side of his head, whispering softly in his ear. "You better be, Chaos. If you betray Vincent, I'll make sure you're too afraid of me to ever come out again."
A shy smile found the ex-Turk's lips.
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AN: i was gonna go a bit further, but i didn't want this chapter to be tainted by evil interuptions. it should not take me nearly a week and a half to write this GAH. serously... the part where Chaos raped Cid, only took a couple of hours... that was just because i couldn't think of how exactly i wanted it to go. i swear... one day i'll be able to write Valenwind Sexxy time in an hour.... OR ELSE!!!!!!