Title: Dreary Decisions
Summary: After Deepground, Vincent just wanted to accept his fate in life and move on from Lucrecia. Unfortunately, fate is not so kind. Now, he must choose between saving the woman who still holds a piece of his heart, the man trying to win over his heart, and vengeance against the man seeking to ruin everything he holds dear.
Warnings: Explicit yaoi, graphicness, swearing, smoking, gore, angst, etc., etc.
"Yer so f-fucked up!" Cid hiccupped as he laughed, body trembling with his laughter. "Tellin' yer fuckin' dead bitch that ya love her after puttin' it to me! Fuck, V-Val!"
Blinking, Vincent raised an eyebrow, "And who is to say that I was speaking to her?"
"Well ya sure as fuck wasn't speakin' to me!" the blonde retorted, jerking in surprise when his hip was smacked playfully.
"And just why not?"
"'Cause we ain't even dated or really hung out? Ya can't fucking love me!"
"...Would you, Cidney Highwind, go on a date with me?"
"Ha! Yer so fucked up, Val!"
"...I'm serious," Vincent murmured in his ear as he ran his fingers along Cid's clothed chest, his bare fingers circling around the pilot's right nipple as he nipped the pilot's ear. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"Yer serious?"
"Completely," he said with a smirk before pain radiated throughout his chest again.
"Ain't we got bigger things to worry 'bout? Projects, dyin'..."
"A date will not kill too much time," the gunner said as he wrapped his arms around the blonde and gently sat up. Running his fingers through his hair at the wince that graced the pilot's face, Vincent kissed his cheek. "Come, we need to dry off before anything else." Gathering up their wet clothes, Vincent rose to his feet while still holding the naked and wet blonde to his chest. He looked over at Lucrecia and was unable to keep from smirking before leading the blonde out of the cavern and standing in the waterfall to rinse off. Moving to stand near the cavern, the gunner looked up at the clear sky and bright sun.
"Beautiful, eh?"
"Very. I can see why you like it so much."
"Even better when yer flyin'," the blonde said before grinning. "I got a dryer in the Shera. C'mon."
Nodding, the brunette led the pilot back to the aircraft, following his instructions for the dryer before heading into the blonde's room and settling down on the bed with the aforementioned blonde. Holding the other man close, he pressed his face into the shorter man's neck and breathed deeply, making the aviator snort.
"Yer such a fuckin' freak, Val."
"Vincent."
"Yeah, well same back at ya, Val!"
"...You want me to call you "Vincent?"" the gunner asked in amusement.
"Fuck no!" the blonde hiccupped as he chuckled. "But I'll call ya by yer first name when ya do the same!"
"I call you by your whole last name, though..."
"Don't fuckin' matter!"
Nodding slightly, Vincent slowly walked his fingers down Cid's side and hip. "Cidney."
"Oh, don't ya fuckin' start with that shit, Val!"
"That is your given name, no?" the brunette said as he smirked slightly. "Cidney Highwind."
"I'll fuckin' kick yer ass! Ya know what I meant!"
"Mm, do I?" he teased as he pressed his body closer to the blonde's. "I know that you name is Cidney. It says so on your tags," he murmured before pressing their lips together gently, gauntleted fingers curling around the dog tags around his neck. "Tell me, would you like to go to a fancy restaurant or someplace more...casual."
"Casual," the blonde replied as he licked his lips slightly. At the brief sight of Cid's pink tongue against kiss-reddened lips, Vincent smirked as he swooped down and kissed the other man again, lacing his fingers through the blonde's hair as he plundered the shorter man's mouth with his tongue. Panting softly as he drew back, the gunner rubbed his body firmly against the other man's. "If ya think we're havin' sex again yer out of yer fuckin' mind!"
"Am I?" the gunner chuckled while grinding their bodies together.
"Yeah! Ain't no way in fuckin' hell we're havin' sex twice in one day!"
"Mm, and if I spike your food with erectile dysfunction drugs?"
"Eh? Why would ya- Fuckin' pervert! Ya ain't goin' near anything I eat!"
Laughing, the brunette kissed the irate blonde while twisting the short locks of the blonde's hair around his fingers. "Relax, Chief, I am not going to do such a thing: I have morals."
"Morals, my sore ass!" the pilot retaliated while leaning slightly in to the touch. "We just fucked in front of a dead chick ya have been holdin' a torch fer for...how many fuckin' years now?"
"Mm, while that may-"
"Fuckin' is!"
"-Be true, I am not one for having public relations."
"...Eh?"
"While that is not in a secured room, Lucrecia's cavern is hardly public, Chief. I would not propose having sex in the middle of Midgar, though."
"Yer so fuckin' weird," Cid laughed as he snuggled closer to Vincent. "I'm going to take a fuckin' nap. Ya go jerk off if ya got the need ta 'cause we ain't fuckin' again."
Smiling softly, the gunner continued to play with the blonde's hair as he watched the still tipsy man yawn, "Sleep. I will be here when you wake up." He chuckled softly when the pilot muttered something softly before drifting to sleep. He could have sworn it was something along the line of "Fucking freak." Looking down at the blonde, Vincent could only smile fondly at the sleeping blonde.
He was much more calm when sleeping; no swears, no smoking, no running around... Gods, he loved to watch the pilot run and curse someone out with a cigarette clamped firmly between his teeth.
No, there was something wrong with him!
Cid was affecting his very thoughts. He did not love the blonde; he could not love the blonde! His heart belonged to Lucrecia, right? Yes. It had to. She was first true love. Only! She was his only true love!
...It was like the feisty, little pilot had cast a spell over him. Looking down at the sleeping man just made Vincent want to move up his body and force the lithe man awake by forcing his cock as far down the blonde's throat as he could...
He needed help! Against his own mental prodding, the gunner leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the blonde's gauze-wrapped throat. He could have killed Cid earlier. That would have been a damn shame. The world needed him. ...He needed him.
No! He needed Lucrecia; no one else.
Cid mumbled softly in his sleep before shifting to roll onto his side, snuggling closer to the awake gunner's body. Who was he kidding. He could not leave this man if he tried. As much as he loathed to admit it to himself, he was deeply attached to the pilot. Almost every fiber in his being craved to taste him again; his blood, his sweat, his tears, his cum... He had to make the pilot his and keep him forever.
But Cid would die eventually. Lucrecia would live on, he would live on, but Cid...Cid would die.
Unless...
Vincent smirked before gently running his clawed fingers down Cid's chest. He had Hojo's notes; proof that Cid was already part of an experiment and could alter his thought processes just by being in a close proximity to himself. He could easily get Cait and Reeve to fix himself. All he needed was Chaos back in his body and he would live forever. It would be such a shame to die before he could marry the fiery blonde.
...Marry?
Good God, no! He was not going to marry anyone, let alone a stubborn, willful, uncouth man!
...A man with a wonderful body and what he was sure could prove to be a sinful mouth...
No, no marriage!
...But, how could he keep his wonderful Cidney from dying?
...Perhaps he could die with the blonde? He was already dying; he could feel it every time that energy surged through his chest, heart stopping for a brief second before resuming, pain clouding his senses to everything but the blonde that writhed underneath him. Chaos was the most intelligent of his demons; he spoke and had rationalized thought besides his primal urges. Shelke had spoke to him the last time that he was feeling overcome when Rosso removed the protomateria from his chest.
...Shelke...
Smirking to himself, Vincent snuggled close to the blonde and pressed soft kisses to his neck. Shelke was embedded with Lucrecia's memories; all of her research, her feelings, her legacy... She would know how to make someone return to life and live forever. Even the fragmented data could prove useful when paired with Hojo's notes. In due time, Cid will be able to spend eternity with him.
...But would he damn the bright pilot to an eternity that he, himself, would not wish upon his worst of enemies? Would he saddle the pilot to a fate worse than death? To witness all that he loves perish before himself?
That was quite a bit to ponder before going to Shelke and asking the young-looking brunette for assistance.
Cid loved life; loved living and flirting with death. Why else would he build a rocket and planes in an attempt to leave the planet and become one with the sky? At any given time, any one of his creations could fail and he could go plummeting to his death. ...But he was confident in himself. A confidence Vincent used to have. ...Still has. No one could fire a gun with such precise aim as Vincent could. It was one of the things that he was truly proud of.
But, he digressed. Cid would die without any modification, right? ...Or did Hojo's modifications to the fetus - Cid, to Cidney Highwind... Would they have made him immortal? A part of him highly doubted it, dashing the hopes of his very small optimistic side. He would not have aged if he was immortal.
...So, Cid was going to die...
He grimaced against another stab of pain. Then again, he was going to die far sooner if this was not taken care of first. But, why did a part of him want to focus on making sure everything was all right with Cid? The pilot was fine; he was not in danger of immediate death or harm. Vincent, on the other hand, was. But as he looked down at the sleeping blonde, he could only think about how he needed to make sure that he outlive everyone; that his fire and thirst for life would remain untarnished.
...Fuck, he really did love Cid, did he not? Why was that so hard to admit to himself?
"'Ey, Val," the blonde murmured sleepily. "Stop thinkin' an' get some shut-eye. Reeve's gonna kill us when we get back so ya better be prepared to run."
Fuck...Reeve.
Review if you want more. According to family, I am Shaun from Shaun on the Dead. ...Nice. I am also planning on updating this on Friday if all five reviews are reached (I have little doubt that we won't reach that number by then - you lot are quick on the draw). I'm on a roll this week and I have no idea why!
Thanks for reviewing:
mizperceived: Err...soon? That he did! Hmm, nope. Just plain ol' Ciddy! P.S. - dude, you're fucking everywhere, no?
talinsquall: Pretty sure whiskey is strong (not from personal experience, mind you). Oh, no, definitely not. I have the feeling that even when completely shitfaced, Cid knows what he's doing at all times. Exactly! Aww, thanks! Had to slow it down a bit, though. The list of "In-The-Works" was growing out of control.
Chess: Ha, fucking love you too. That he did! Nice!
reloudypie: Heh...hint: it's in his pants... Maybe...
Inuobsessed004: Oh, but he is!
ABNORMAL2110: Heh, if I tell you that, would it not ruin the suspense (or lack thereof)?