Chapter 3: Sunsets Fade into Nightmares (part 1 of 2)
/Cid/
I gazed at the darkening sky ahead and noticed the faint lights in the distance. Edge. It wouldn't be much longer until we got there. I didn't see or hear him approach until I felt his hand slip into mine. I turned to look at him and smiled. To the crew, it looked like we were just standing by each other. Vin's the master of subtlety. Must be from all that Turk training. Gaia knows its come in handy a lot less innocent than holding hands in font of the crew. I noticed that he was wearing his cape now for some reason. Seconds later, I found that reason as he shifted a little closer to me and guided my arm under his cape and around his waist.
Screw subtlety I thought as I used my free hand to undo the clasp holding the cape and let it fall to the floor. I kicked the the crumpled fabric out of the way, taking just enough care not to get a footprint on it. I didn't want to die today, or something even more lethal like forced celibacy. He looked calm, but his eyes betrayed his worry. The crew was mostly new, how would they react? He didn't want them to lose respect for their captain because of him or decide to mutiny. A dead crew would be a horrible birthday present. Vincent opened his mouth to protest, but I quickly pulled his head down and silenced him with a kiss.
After I pulled away, I grinned at him and said, "Most of them know already and if they didn't, they do now and I don't give a flying fuck about who knows or what they think about us. All I care about is what you think." With this I walked over to my seat. Before sitting I gave the necessary orders to get us into Edge without anymore assistance from me. I then sat down and pulled Vin onto my lap. He moved slightly so that he was against me and sighed contentedly. We sat there quietly for a while just watching the sunset. After awhile I looked down at him only to find that he was asleep in my arms. He's so damn pretty when he's sleeping, its almost inhuman. Almost like an angel I thought as I stroked his ebony hair. And after all this time he's never changed. I'd never tell him about it, but I always get scared that one day he'll decide that I'm too old or too... male and leave. If he did, it would completely destroy me. I may look and sound like a strong guy and I guess I normally am, but I just wouldn't be able to handle it if that happened.
Just then a message came in. It was Reeve, requesting that we meet him at Fort Condor. There was a meeting of the WRO that I was supposed to attend with him upon arrival, something I didn't know about until just now. After getting the details, I ended the call and swore softly under my breath. I looked down at my sleeping angel and decided not to wake him. I stood up slowly and carried him to our room. For someone so tall and strong, he felt like a feather in my arms. I laid him down gently on the bed taking off his shoes and shirt. Instead of giving into temptation, which would have led to me being late and a lot more problems than I wanted to deal with, I just folded it neatly and set it aside. I pulled the cover over him and stood watching him sleep for a moment before brushing his hair aside and kissing his forehead. Dammit, I didn't want to leave, but I had to. Oh, well, the sooner I go, sooner I can get back.
A/N: Just a bit of editing on previous chapters. I think I finally figured out where I want this story to go so expect new ones very soon.