Sounds Delightful

Gabreilla Moushigo

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They had gone out for drinks, at Shera and Tifa's request. The two women went to a bistro down the road and returned by ten that night – the 'boys' came home around three in the morning. Tifa and Shera didn't mind though, they stayed up on the porch talking all night.

Vincent and Cid managed to mount the hill by some small miracle, both were swaying so badly it was hard to tell which pair of feet belonged to whom. As they got closer to the house Tifa realized that they were singing a sea shanty - loudly.

"What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor Ear-ly in the mornin'? Way, hey, up she rises." Cid stumbled and Vincent caught him. "Way, hey, up she rises! Way, hey, up she rises ear-ly in the mornin'!"

Cid caught sightof the women. "Vincent! Shush Shhhhhh!" He pursed his mouth together with his finger close behind. It made a whistling noise. "They'll see us!" As if it made all the sense in the world.

"We've already HEARD you Cid, much less saw you." Shera had her feet tucked underneath her body on the chair swing. She swung her legs forward, trying to get the feeling back into them.

"Vincent," Tifa scolded half heartedly, but she really didn't care. "I'm very disappointed in you – this is the second time I've seen you drunk!"

Vincent began to cry on Cid, the blond man just blushed from his neck to the roots of his hair. "Get off of me you damn cry baby!" He shoved at the taller man, realizing he put himself off balance in doing so; he was on his ass in a second. "This is why I can't go drinking with you! All you do is blubber!"

Vincent seemed even more remorseful than what Tifa had said to him. "I'm sorry Cid!"

Cid seemed to have a little compassion, even though the bastard was giving him a damned buzz kill. "Shut your ass up – you know I don't mind!"

Shera looked over at Tifa. "It's embarrassing isn't it?" Tifa only nodded.

Vincent, who seemed to have lost interest in crying, ambled over to Tifa. She got up to greet him and he pushed her into the side of the house, putting all of his weight into it… although she knew he didn't mean to. "Vincent!" He was really heavy!

"Mmm, Tifa." His voice was purring, his left hand cupping her breast. "You smell so nice."

"And you smell worse than my old bar did!" She heaved a sigh, trying to push him off of her to no avail. "Vincent – you're squeezing too hard!" She warned him before he went too far, he hadn't actually hurt her yet but she didn't want to find out what those claws could do to her.

"Sorry," He said sheepishly, correcting the problem by using his right hand. "Let's go to bed Tifa." His face was buried in her hair, taking a bold unexpected sniff. "Mmm."

Tifa was too mortified to stay out here while he groped her in front of Shera and Cid. She reminded herself vehemently never to let him drink again. He was terrible. "Ok, but you really need a bath." He seemed a bit steadier on his feet than Cid, then again he had metal boots on… maybe that helped. "I'll take one with you to make sure you don't hit your head." Vincent let out an uncharacteristic whooping noise before stumbling into the house with her in tow.

Tifa got him into the bathroom and made him sit on the toilet – with the lid down of course – while she undressed him. The bath was pretty small; it was going to be really cramped. Maybe they should take turns… him first though. He stank of stale cigarettes and God only knows what else that bar had in it. Hopefully his clothes would air out… other wise she might just take them to the cleaners.

Tifa ran the water, hot just like he liked it. She looked up at him and realized he was snoring. She couldn't help but smile at him and give him a kiss. Vincent seemed to wake up instantly, putting his arms around her and pulling her down to him. He was a sloppy kisser when he was drunk, not that she minded. As long as it was him, it was ok. "Time to get into the bath."

He looked at the size and grumbled, he knew his knees were going to be bent up… and he wasn't going to be able to submerge his head either. "Why can't I just take a shower?" He complained.

"Because you're drunk… and I'm not about to let you stand." She then reminded him. "You're really heavy you know, I can't hold you up."

He reluctantly nodded before getting up and into the bath. As he expected, his knees were in the air and his back was painfully aware of the tub edge. These things were not meant for men.

Tifa grabbed the cup the side of the bath, submerging it and then pouring water on him. "Close your eyes." She warned before dumping water on his head. She then grabbed a washrag and soap before she began wiping him down.

"I should get drunk more often." Vincent leered at her.

"I don't think so." Tifa poked him playfully. "If you want me to wash you so badly you should ask." She then teased. "That is of course, as long as you wash me too."

"Sounds delightful." He lifted his legs up and stretched them against the wall. "I want my bath back." He referred to the one at home.

"I know." She said sympathetically, grabbing shampoo and working it through his hair. "Close your eyes." She reminded again before rinsing it out. She grabbed the conditioner and he eyed her.

"Men don't use conditioner." He stated, as if it were a well known fact.

"Oh really?" She asked, and he nodded. "Who said?"

"One of those magazines." He explained, as if it were something of great interest to him. "I read them when I was a boy." Then there was a hiccup. "Taught me how to be a man." He said with an air of importance.

"Did they also mention that you should be quiet all the time, never ask for directions and never talk about your feelings?" She teased.

He seemed surprised. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess." She laughed. "Well, since I can't condition you… I guess you're done."

"Ooh…" He grinned happily. "You know what this means don't you?"

She took the bait. "No, what?"

"I get to wash you now."

She didn't like the sound of that, he was still much to inebriated for her liking… not to mention he was likely to scratch the hell out of her with his left hand if he wasn't paying attention. When he was off balance he liked to grab at things with his left arm to steady him. It was his strongest arm after all – but still. No thanks. She would appease him in some small way though. "Why don't you get to bed… and I'll take a bath. When I get out your can do whatever you want with me."

This caught his interest. "Anything?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded, hoping he would be well asleep by the time she went to bed – or at least less drunk so she wouldn't have to worry about him hurting himself… or her.

"Alight." He agreed, getting up a bit steadier than when he entered. "Let me get something to wear then."

"I'll get it." She said, hoping he wouldn't just walk out the bathroom door naked like he did at their house. He seemed to understand and stopped. She went to their room, grabbed an extra shirt she brought. It was long and would fit him well and grabbed a pair of boxers and helped him put them on. She didn't know why though, he almost seemed ok. "Can you make it to bed?"

He nodded, in truth he was going to go grab something to eat. He was starving. He knew she wouldn't mind if he got himself a little snack. He strode into the kitchen, Cid was sitting at the counter. Their kitchen was almost bar-like and faced the oven. He supposed the setup was made so that whoever was receiving the meal could talk to the person cooking it. That was nice, it reminded him of Tifa.

Vincent plopped down next to Cid after grabbing a to-go box from the fridge. He ate the sandwich from the dinner Tifa and Shera had, they were nice enough to bring home leftovers for them at least. He offered Cid some, but the pilot 'politely' refused. Well, what he said was more like "Fuck no!" but whatever.

Things started becoming less hazy as soon as his stomach was full. His body was already removing the toxins from his system. That was his curse it seemed, not that he was complaining. He wouldn't have a hangover the next day. He noticed that Cid had a canister near him and he was taking a swig from it. "You should drink some water." Vincent warned.

"Shut the fuck up Sunshine!" Cid hiccupped, laughing "I'll do as I damn well please!" He smacked Vincent hard on the back.

"Your funeral." Vincent wasn't really worried about what he said anymore, Cid wasn't going to remember any of this anyway.

Cid threw his head back and laughed "Shit Vince, you really are something else." He shook his head before giving him a watery serious look. "Aw, crap!"

"What?" Vincent laughed at his expression.

"I love you, you know that?" Cid blubbered.

Vincent blushed at what he said, but nodded with a smirk. "I know – you just can't seem to resist me." Then he said. "It's my vampire mind control after all."

"Shit! You know what I meant!" He punched Vincent's shoulder hard enough to make it numb. Cid decided to stay on the safe side and add. "You stay away from me with them faggoty vampire vibes!"

"Yes Cid, I'll refrain from using them in the future."

"Good." Cid said quickly before he lost his nerve. "Ah hell Vince… I've got something to tell ya!" He looked like he was going to start drunkenly boo-hooing.

"That you love me more than any man should?" Vincent joked. It was funny to talk to him when he was drunk, sometimes his southern accent would slip up and he would actually pronounce the –ing at the end of some words. He never appreciated that until now.

"Be serious!" Cid slurred, hushing himself down to a whisper. "I think Tifa's a good girl and all… but I think she cheated on ya!" He started sniffling. "I hate tellin' yeah 'cause I love you both so much. I didn't know ya'll was together until Shera told me last night… well…" He sniffled through a bit of a laugh. "Until I heard you two screwin' around."

This got his notice, although he highly doubted Tifa's infidelity, he needed a good laugh. "Ok," Vincent snickered. "You have my full attention."

"Cloud visited a little while ago." Cid said softly. "We went drinkin' – ya know… like us tonight. I wasn't half as drunk as him… he started talkin'."

Vincent felt a warning in his heart, he stopped eating, stopped drinking. He just wanted to listen.

Realizing that Vincent was really looking at him now, Cid began to talk. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "He said that when he came to see you a while back that he might have fiddled with Tifa a bit."

Vincent almost felt like he was listening down a long hall way. His shaking hand was gripping his coke can for what little support it had. "What did he mean by fiddled?"

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Author's notes:

Cliffhanger! I had three different ways I was going to have Vincent find out… this one made it. I'll talk about it more in the next chapter so I don't spoil anything.

I love the piratey drinking song that Cid and Vincent are singing – it's one of my favorites. I thought it would be funny to bring back a drunken Vincent. He is much funnier this time around – even though he still cries a bit.

As you can see – Cid is still making fun of Vincent. I probably won't make them mess with each other too much after this. I think they have played enough pranks on each other for the time being.

On to the Reviews:

Daylo: Yeah, I thought it would be funny. Glad you enjoy where this is going – because it's going to get a lot more fun later.

TifandSephiroth4Eva: Holy crud your name is hard to type out. I had to minimize word just so I could look at the two of them at the same time hehe. It's very cute though. I've never read any Tif/Seph stories – maybe I'll have to give one a read. I'm happy you liked the chapter – I shall continue.

Statwolf Magic: It's just one of those "elsewhere" or "meanwhile" chapters that sort of confuse you. It's supposed to do that. It'll be explained later.

Motchi: Ack! Thanks for catching those. I fixed the errors up and uploaded them with this chapter. Hopefully they will show up soon.

Hehe- Your review was a bit confusing – it sort of looked like you meant to say it didn't need an overhaul (with the way the sentence was worded) but I wasn't sure until I got your message. I was actually starting to work on the lemon bit before I got the PM hehe. I leave words off too – even when I am wide awake.

Anyways - I'm glad adding that bit on the end helped out. I hadn't realized until you mentioned it that it might have looked strange and disappointing. I would be upset if I didn't get my lemon!

P.S. I read your last chapter you added to your story yesterday. I hate sounding like such a fangirl but I love it so much and I love how you depict the characters. It's a delight to read.

Jen: Hehe. It would be funny if Pumpkin started to pluck his hairs out wouldn't it? Yeah, Nero looked so much like Vincent I was wondering if half way into the game he would say something like: "Daddy? Is that you!" hehe. Weiss and Nero shared the same mother – but they never mentioned the father. Well… it was said that the Tsiets (however you spell their friggin' name) with colors for names were fallen children of G. I'm not sure what that means.

I guess it could be possible that maybe Vincent and Sephiroth (or Hojo since he's Sephy's papa) might have fathered them. They would have had to collect some samples though? I don't know how Vincent could have slept through a "sample retrieval" hehe.

ichi-nana-hachi: Hehe thanks. Your name is cute – what does it mean?

Vinny the Vampire: I don't think it's so much that he'll pop the question as everyone thinks they are married already. I wanted his little "My wife" bite him from when he was trying to find her earlier. I'm not sure if this story is going to be one of those: "Let's get married" sort of things or if they are just going to live together in a common-law sort of way.

Oh crud - Gackt. I like some of his music – but he is a bit weird hehe. I think he did play Solider G right? I thought it was creepy that they had a real person play a character in the game. I read something about a make-up artists name… and I was wondering "Make-up artist! This is a video game!" He was a dressed a little like Vincent's papa – at least I thought so. I guess we'll never know if that was their intention… since they decided to use Gackt to play the role… (cringe). I don't dislike the man… I just think it's weird that he not only sang for the game but also played in it as well.