Title: F**kin' Perfect
Summary: Cid wants to find out what Vincent had gone through and make him feel comfortable in his own skin. Luckily, he has little shame and is willing to do whatever it takes to get the ex-Turk to trust him. Even if that means telling him some of his darkest secrets and revealing the skeletons in his own closet.
Warnings: Swearing, blood, gore, yaoi, use of tobacco, mention of drugs, etc. etc.
Disclaimer: The title (and inspiration) for this came from P!nk's "F**kin' Perfect," the characters from Final Fantasy VII. So, I own... What is less than nothing? Nah, my twisted ideas are owned by me.
What the fuck was he doing? He was actually kissing Vincent back after the lanky guy had shoved his tongue into his mouth for an impromptu round of tonsil hockey. Judging by how the front of his pants were tented, the blonde knew that there was no way that he would be able to talk his way out of it if the brunette man caught on. "Someone is aroused," a deep voice practically purred in his ear, making the hair on the nape of his neck stand upright as his mind frantically tried to create a comeback.
Fuck.
The weirdo caught on.
...And he had nothing.
Even if he could think of something, the second the brunette stuck his hands down his pants all of his resolve would have melted. And fuck did he have some talented fingers! The brunette man had completely bypassed his boxers and gone straight for his dick, curling warm fingers around the base of his cock before squeezing tightly and pulling his hand up the length of his girth. A thick groan slipped from Cid's mouth as he bucked up into the touch, he mind skidding to a halt and focusing solely on the pleasure that the gunner's fingers brought to him.
He could hear his heart beating heavily in his ears as the blood seemed to drain out of his head and pump south, fogging his mind and leaving Cid completely at the gunner's will. A guttural moan escaped his lips as he felt a thin and warm finger rub teasingly against the tip of his shaft, smearing the fluid that beaded on the crowned head. The pilot licked his lips before he reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of the ex-Turk's dark hair. Pulling the taller man down, the blonde could feel the brunette's lips crash against his cheek before he angled his head and smashed their lips together, teeth clacking together as he pushed his tongue into the gunner's mouth.
A deep, pleased sound came from the taller man directly before the pilot felt the dark-haired man's hot tongue press against his own. Releasing his grip on the long and quite tangled hair with one hand, the pilot eagerly kissed back while pressing his body firmly against the hard muscles that were pressed against his own body. He should have known better than to do what he was currently doing; there would be no plausible way that he could possibly deny what he was doing if Cloud had managed to wake up. That thought was quickly vanished when he bucked into the gunslinger's nimble fingers. He was not sure exactly how the man had managed to do whatever the fuck he did, but it made the blonde forget exactly why it was that he tried to put off having sex with the skilled man in the first place.
Cid did not know exactly when it had happened, but somehow, Vincent had managed to pin him up against the wall of their three-person room, his body flush against the wall with the brunette rubbing against him. Delicious friction ground against he crotch, making the blonde bow away from the wall and arch into the pressure. Hazy, blue eyes fluttered open as something hot and wet rubbed against his throat. Struggling to focus on what was going on around him, the pilot slowly was able to put together the pieces. The ex-Turk had him pinned to the wall. All right; that did not mean much. He also was licking and nipping across his throat. Not necessarily a bad thing. It actually felt rather pleasant. And had his hand down his pants... Now that should have been a cause for some alarm. ...And if Vincent was not doing that awesome thing with his fingers, he would have objected. Instead, he just let it slide. ...Only so that the ex-Turk would not stop what he was doing...
Because it was so fucking good.
A thick moan came from the blonde as he writhed against Vincent's body, "Fuck..." When undoubtedly sharp teeth pressed against his skin gently, what could have been perceived as an unmanly squeak escaped his throat. The pilot ignored it as he clutched the brunette man by the front of his chest, his mind briefly wondering how he had missed the brunette stripping; even half asleep he should have realized something like that happening around him.
Cid groaned in displeasure, though he would never admit it, when the gunner pulled his hands out of his pants, the thin and skilled fingers slipping away from his aching cock. He wondered when the brunette man had gotten so skilled at giving hand jobs and the word "sixty" flitted through his mind, quickly vanished when he felt soft lips crashing against his own once more. Not wanting to look like a gaping fish that was being kissed; after all, the reputation of his sexual prowess was on the line; the pilot eagerly began to kiss back. Pushing his tongue against the taller man's, the short pilot tried to figure out a way to gain the upper hand while his hands splayed across the warm chest in front of him, fingers trying to map out the expanse of pale skin that he could barely make out in the moonlight. For someone who was so goddamn pasty he sure had a way of blending into the darkness.
And damned if the guy was not fucking sneakier in the dark than he was in the light!
As he continued to kiss the brunette deeply, Cid raked the tips of his fingers down the brunette's chest, letting out an unmanly squeak when he was lifted off of his feet. Part of the pilot was tempted to kick out, but the sudden grip on his thighs let him know that he would not be dropped. Vincent's hard body pushed between his thighs to settle against him, his warm flesh flush against the blonde as his grip remained on holding onto the pilot's thighs.
Part of Cid wanted to feel indignant about being held against the wall like some woman, but that part of him shut up once he felt the hard friction against his straining member. The blonde tried to shift closer to the thin hips that were rubbing against his own but Vincent's inhumanly strong grip prevented him from doing so. Unable to do much else, the pilot wrapped his legs around the taller man's waist while his fingers snaked up the thinner man's chest and neck before gripping his hair. Breaking the kiss, the pilot licked his lips as he looked up at the brunette man flush against him, blue eyes taking in the sight of the dark figure pressed against him.
Warm breath ghosted across his lips as dark red eyes gazed deep into his own eyes, fingers tightening their grip on the blonde's thigh while mechanical fingers made sure not to puncture too deep into the sun-kissed skin covered in denim. Cid could feel the sharp points of the gunner's talons piercing through his jeans and poking at his skin. Full lips pressed soft kisses along the pilot's jaw before moving down his throat, sucking heavily on one point and making the shorter male suck in a hitched breath.
"Val," Cid breathed as his back arched against his will, pressing their chests together as much as he could manage.
"Vincent," the ex-Turk murmured against his neck before lapping at what would undoubtedly become a brilliant hickey by the morning. From what Cid could feel, it was placed in a spot that would be hard to cover unless he wore his flight scarf tied tight around his throat. From what he knew of the gunner, there was little that he did without a reason; he really could not think of anything that the gangly fucker had actually done without thinking through the consequences of his actions. ...Well, except for jumping into bed with him. As far as Cid could tell, that shit was not planned out in the least bit. If it was...the lanky vampire sure had one fuck of a way to hide it from him.
The planning, not the jumping into bed, that is. Cid was pretty sure that he could figure out exactly how the whole fucking came into fruition.
Heh, whole fucking...hole fucking. Damn it, focus!
Cid was quickly pulled from his thoughts when he felt soft lips brushing against his ear while soft words were murmured into the lobe. "I do believe that you are still stretched out from earlier," Vincent practically purred before something hot and wet ran up the length of his ear. The pilot was certain that it had to have been the gunner's tongue from the heated air that washed over his moist skin. A pleased sound came from his throat as he craned his head, trying to lean farther into the intimate gesture. Licking his own lips, the blonde man leaned up in the direction that he guessed the brunette's lips were in, grunting when his lips collided with the bridge of the ex-Turk's nose.
Damn. He was way the fuck off.
A soft chuckle came from the gunner directly before the pilot felt the soft lips pressing against his own. The gunner's hot tongue had managed to snake its way into his mouth before the pilot had even thought about opening his mouth, leaving the shorter man wondering exactly when the hell he had relaxed his mouth to the point where he had either opened it or enough that the gunner could easily slip his tongue into his mouth without him realizing it. Either way, it did not speak well about his state of mind. But, like so many other thoughts, that one fled from his mind without so much as a second chance to be pondered over when the brunette began to do something completely unexpected with his tongue. He had somehow managed to curl his tongue around the blonde's, distracting him as he slowly lowered the shorter man onto his feet. Once the rocket scientist was standing back on his own feet, the ex-Turk swiftly set upon divesting the younger man of his clothes.
Feeling his feet touch the floor once more, the pilot leaned up into the kiss when the gunner pulled back, leaving him stepping away from the wall as he tried to keep their bodies connected. In his effort to do so, while a part of his mind openly mocked the complete turnaround from his earlier thoughts, the pilot did not even notice when he was quickly stripped of his clothes until his back met with the cold wall. Letting out a surprised shriek at the cold sensation, the blonde pilot jerked away from the frigid brick wall as a soft glow came from the bed where Cloud was sleeping a split second before a shrill beeping filled the air.
Both men froze as their attention turned towards the offending device as it chirped for attention. Blue eyes widened as a pale hand reached out and grabbed the PHS off of the bedside table before pulling it to his face.
"Hello?" Cloud yawned as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand, looking even more like a child than he already did. "Okay. ...Stick it out and we'll meet you guys later." Ending the call with a aloud beep, the leader of Avalanche turned his glowing, large, blue eyes towards the direction of the other beds. "Guys?" blinking at the sight of no one, the swordsman looked over the room before pausing at the sight of Cid being pinned to the wall by Vincent. "Uhh..."
"It's not what it looks like!" Cid snapped while wondering whether or not it would be a good idea to bend over and pull up his pants and underpants. On one hand, it could call attention to the fact that he was undressed if the blonde had not noticed it and the gunner could easily use the position to his favor. On the other hand, well...he was standing there bare-ass naked for everyone to see!
"Who called?" Vincent asked calmly as his right arm snaked around the blonde's waist, fingers rubbing his hip softly. Did the fucker just ask who the fuck the kid had just spoken to on the phone after they were caught with their goddamn pants down?
"Tifa. The others are going to wait out a large snowstorm that cut them off. ...Are you two..." the swordsman cut off as if he was thinking of the right words to use to describe what they were about to do, making Cid's ears burn in embarrassment.
"No!" the pilot snapped, not quite sure if the other blonde was asking if they were going to fuck like horny teenagers or if they were officially dating. Either way, he knew the answer.
"Yes," Vincent said calmly at the same time, making the blonde blink in confusion.
...What fucking question was he answering?
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Sorry for the delays. My total for story ideas has topped eighty (with ease) and I'm still trying to keep up with the crazy throngs of reviews for this, "Stalking Follies" and "Jar Of Hearts." This will be the only update for today (sorry, ABNORMAL2110 - I know you wanted more cheery stuff; it's still on its way! It just got a little detoured). Promise to keep ya'll updated!
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mizperceived: (Chapter Nineteen) That's kind of funny...in an ironic way.
BasilMacVae: Ha! Not in this one. Leaping and shrieking are for the other stories still in the planning phases. Psh, his anal virginity is gone. All he has left at the shreds of masculinity!
Inuobsessed004: Ha! Cid can dream. Aww, you know he's in the Lifestream mulling it over.
Sir Shirkin: Oh, well then you are not going to like this update... Well, he'll snap about the age difference eventually. Uh, I think I crushed that dream...
ABNORMAL2110: Aww, thanks! Pure luck on that, though. Ha; pretty sure I'll get complaints of cliffhangers no matter what I end a chapter with. Close, but no taking for Cidney...yet...
Aeriths-Rain: He's stuck on "sixty."
fetherhd: (Chapter Two) Heh.
fetherhd: (Chapter Six) Happy to be of assistance!
fetherhd: (Chapter Fourteen) It's all complete luck.
fetherhd: (Chapter Fifteen) Aww, thanks.
fetherhd: (Chapter Seventeen) Nope. He's effectively screwed.
fetherhd: (Chapter Twenty) There is!
mizperceived: (Chapter Twenty) No problem; I'm way off track with my writing/updating. Ha! It would!
ZionCelestia: Heh, well, it will take some time. Cid's tiny world has been shaken by that number. Cloud with chocobos is cute.
JiLLiBeanz: Aww, here you go.
Spook: Here's more for you!