There's an interesting story behind this one. I was reading a YYH doujinshi,
and the text was all smudged and illegible, so I just made up my own story
to what was going on. I liked it, so I put it to my favorite FF7 couple,
Cid and Vincent.
A charming cool breeze filled the evening air, wafting the scent
of
summer through the sunset's end. Cid affectionately rubbed his index
finger on his lovers stomach, moving some of his black hair from his
eyes
with his free hand. "Vincent?" he said in a lower, huskier voice than
usual.
Vincent didn't even have to ask. Cid had been putting his mouth
to
his all night. It seemed familiar, but after so many decades of seclusion,
he'd forgotten exactly what it meant. But he obeyed, moving slightly
to
meet Cid's lips.
Whatever this was, it certainly made Cid happy. Cid would moan
into
Vincent's mouth, grin occaisionally, and run his fingers through his
hair.
Vincent wondered what this was, but when Cid got very close to him,
he
could sometimes feel a hard thing poking through his pants. It would
sometimes press into his leg or something. Vincent didn't mind, especially
since it made Cid so glad.
But he truly wanted to ask what this was. What was the hard thing
poking through Cid's pants? Why did he like so much to put his mouth
on
Vincent's?
"Cid? What does this mean?" Vincent asked without stopping himself.
Cid blinked. "Well...*ahem*, Vince, it's...you can ask Cloud."
"Would he know?"
"I think he's done it before. I doubt it, but maybe he has."
Vincent looked into Cid's sparkly eyes. "You want me to ask Cloud?"
Cid took a few strands of Vincent's black hair and affectionately
moved it behind his ear. "You can ask Cloud," he said quietly, "But
keep
this in mind: You'll never let me do that to you again once he tells
you."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * *
"WHAT?" Cloud exclaimed, in half horror, half bewilderment.
"You heard me," Vincent said, crossing his arms, "What does it
mean
when people put thir mouths together?"
Cloud shifted very uncomfortably, and cleared his throat. "Well,
*ahem*, it's called a kiss."
Vincent blinked.
"People do it to each other when they really like each other."
Blink.
"You know...in that way--"
"That's enough."
"Wha?"
"That enough. I don't need to hear anymore." Vincent turned on
his
heel and walked away.
Cloud stormed off muttering, "Freak."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * *
"Vincent?"
Vincent automatically moved up to meet Cid's lips. This time,
he
tried to put as much into it as Cid always did. When Cid tried to pull
away,
Vincent moved forward to hold onto him.
"Wow," Cid said, wiping a tiny bead of sweat off his forehead,
"I can't
believe you let me do that to you. Didn't you ask Cloud?"
Vincent quieted. He looked very deeply into Cid's eyes.
"No," he said, "I didn't."