The following scene contains rather graphic… sexx… yea, that's a good way of describing it. So for those of you that don't like to read, well porn, then I'll do you a favor. The real graphic parts will be indicated by "Start". Just scroll down until you find the word "safe", then continue on as you please ^^

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It was driving him wild. The gunman felt so weak, that he could hardly even control his baser instincts. He didn't like to look at himself as a horney sexx addict, but that's what he was turning into. Going without it, for so long, made his body ache. Even the beast inside of him, never having tasted such delights before, hungered for it, crying out for those carnal passions once more.

Vincent had to restrain himself from jumping Cid, a few times. Now, he was forced to avoid him altogether… which was a lot more difficult than it sounded. Just the look of the blonde pilot, sometimes even as simple as just hearing his voice, sent the beast howling.

-He had to leave-

Vincent greatly appreciated that Cid had taken him into his home. Ok, more like dragged him, but the thought was there, and the pilot was definitely obvious with his worry and affection towards him.

That was mainly why he couldn't stay.

Vincent knew he'd be putting Cid in danger, by having him so close. Even more so with the recent developments. It was clear that Cid would come after him, but he had to try. Maybe, by the time he found him……

Vincent holstered his gun, and peered out the door, to the guest room.

No sign of Cid.

He swept out, into the hall, and headed for the kitchen.

"Vince? Where ya goin?"

Damn him, and his timing!

Vincent froze, trying to fight the urge to turn around to him.

"Are you leaving?"

A chill ran through the gunman's spine, and on out through his limbs. "I-I just needed some air."

He was quiet for a while, and again, Vincent had to fight the compelling urge to look at him.

"Then, why do you have your gun?"

Vincent's face flushed. How did he notice his gun?

"Vincent?" Vincent jumped, from the voice being so close, and whipped around, startling Cid.

The gunman bit his lip, his heart starting to pound. Cid's hair was messy, slept in… and he was wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants.

Cid looked at Vincent, in confusion of the sudden change in expression. "You ok?" He reached out, placing a hand on Vincent's shoulder.

The gunman drew in a breath, heart stopping. Gleaming red eyes turned dark, his lips crashing into Cid's slamming the blonde pilot back into the door. Cid's eyes fluttered, in surprise, soon closing –falling into the ravaging embrace.

Vincent breathed a hungry moan, his hand slipping past Cid's waistband to grasp his gentle erection. Cid groaned, bucking up into the touch. Vincent's other hand fished around, for the handle. He wrenched it open, swinging them in, along with the door. They slammed into the adjacent wall, finally breaking apart.

Cid grasped the door, panting. Vincent's hand slid out of Cid's pants, fingers tracing on up his body. Cid tensed at the feeling of those dangerous golden fingers wrapping around his elbow. A warm wet tongue traced along behind his lobe, the other hand finally moving all the way to the back of his head, twining through the short blonde strands.

"Vincent." He crooned, not even sure how he was still on his feet.

Vincent massaged the back of Cid's scalp and gripped onto the hairs, jerking his head back to bite down into his neck.

Cid gasped, grasping onto him.

-Maybe Vincent really did have fangs-

"Agh Vincent!"

The gunman pulled away licking his lips, moving back in to kiss him.

"Vincent, wait." Cid tried to move away, when their lips collided, that forceful tongue invading his mouth.

Vincent held Cid firmly to the door, not even noticing that he was trying to gather the strength, or rather the resolve, to push him away.

The pilot finally managed to worm his way out, and flipped Vincent around, now holding him against the door.

"Vincent." He gasped, still not fully able to get his head together. "What the hell has gotten into you!?"

Not that he was really complaining, but something about this just didn't seem right.

An eerie golden light swirled into the ring of red, as Vincent gripped his arms

"Shut up." He snapped Cid's hands off, shoving hard, on his chest, to knock him back on the bed.

Cid fell to the soft mattress. He pushed himself up, gaping at his approaching attacker.

Vincent pushed his hair over the back of his head, grinning viciously.

"Vincent?" Cid sighed, as that slender form straddled him, sliding off his cloak. His arms slid around the pilot's shoulders, tongue messaging his ear.

"What are you doing?"

Vincent's fingers twisted sharply in Cid's hair. "Don't be such a bitch." He hissed.

A chill rushed through Cid's body. He had told Vincent, many times before, that there was nothing he could do that would scare him, but Vincent seemed off. There was an odd rasp in his voice. Plus Cid was thoroughly sure the ex-Turk wouldn't call someone a 'bitch'.

Start

Vincent raked his hands down Cid's chest, the sharp claws cutting through his skin. He slid down, to the floor, nestling between Cid's knees. His fingers looped under the waistband, of his pants, pulling them on down to his ankles.

Without even the slightest hesitation, he wrapped his lips around that swollen member, swallowing him whole. Cid's breath knotted in his stomach, his fingers clutching the sheets. He could actually feel himself sliding down and out of that surprisingly deep throat, without so much as a hint of gagging, that devilish tongue twisting around him.

The assault was fast, yet torturous. Engulfing between his thighs with a wet heat that disabled the rest of his body. Vincent grasped Cid's ankles, his hands running up along the back of his legs pushing the pilot further up on the bed. The gunman slinked up with him, never seeming to lose that quick steady rhythm . He nested between Cid's legs, hands pawing the bed, like a cat.

Then he stopped.

Cid's closed his eyes, biting his lip, as those malicious teeth closed around the base of his tender extension. Vincent's lips tightened around him, as he slid on up, raking his teeth along the sensitive flesh. He moaned, sparking a numbing vibration through Cid's legs. Cid pulled at the sheets, his eyes clenching tighter. Face burning so hot, that he was beginning to sweat.

The gunman laughed at him, dipping back down, just before releasing the head, and bit in harder. Cid's head cocked back, his body arching, fingers grasping desperately for Vincent's hands. He growled, calling out for him to stop.

Vincent released him, snapping to his lips, to silence him. Cid cringed at the oddly arousing taste of himself on someone else's tongue. Vincent undid his shirt, slinging it off to the side of the bed, soon joined with the belt and headband. His hair hung freely onto Cid's face, relaxing the pilot, slightly, before that menacing claw gripped the back of his neck.

Cid didn't know whether to fight or just give in, all he knew is that those pants needed to come off, even though that butter-soft leather felt pretty damn good against him.

Safe…almost (srry this is kinda important)

Wait… what was he talking about? NO! This couldn't continue. Vincent was acting odd. This could only end in disaster.

Cid grasped Vincent's shoulders, trying to nudge him off, or do something to get him to stop, even though every nerve of his being was screaming at him for doing so. Their lips finally parted, and Cid heaved, turning his head sideways. "Vincent, wait. We have to stop this. We can't-"

Click

The cold barrel of Cerberus pressed into the underside of Cid's jaw. "What did I tell you?"

Cid's breath froze in his chest… "Vincent wouldn't really shoot me… would he?"

"Quit bitching and just take it. You don't even have to do anything." He leaned in closer, grinning viciously. "Just lay there, and I won't have to hurt you." His lips forced on Cid's once more, only waiting until he felt no more resistance to lay the gun aside.

Start… again

His human hand raked down Cid's stomach, a lot more gentle than he had been before, forcing the pilot to buck into the touch. Cid's fingers twitched uncertain, before latching onto the clasp on Vincent's pants.

He undid them, trying to nudge the stubborn leather down.

Vincent smiled, adjusting himself to assist. "There, ya see." His voice dipped down to Cid's ear. "This'll feel so much better, if you just accept it." He laughed in a sultry voice that could chill an iceberg, washing his body over Cid, and slid his pants on down. Vincent kicked them over the side of the bed, laving his tongue over Cid's neck. "Just go with it. I know this is what you want."

He was right. Cid had wanted Vincent for so long that he didn't even have the strength to fight back anymore. Although, there was still that small knot that told him he shouldn't do this. If he went through with it… he'd lose Vincent. On the other hand, there was an even louder voice that kept reminding him that Vincent had pulled a gun on him.

Even though Cid knew that Vincent wouldn't shoot him, on purpose, there was little doubt in his mind that resisting would result in proving him wrong.

Vincent's hand teased around Cid's erection. Holding him tightly, he prepared himself.

Cid cringed from the friction as the gunman thrust himself upon him. Cid's mind was soon distracted, from the pain, by the beautiful cry spilling from Vincent's lips. He heaved, leaning over Cid, his eyes growing dark.

"Vincent?" Cid crooned, as Vincent writhed on top of him. Back and forth, up and down. The pilot's head detached form his body, feeling himself pulse further inside of him. He bit his lip, head cocking back at an obscure angle. Tears slid down his face, feeling a war within him. "I don't want you this way. Vincent stop."

Safe (for real this time)

The sharp claw snapped around his neck. Vincent's breathing was harsh. It took him a little while to catch it. "It doesn't matter. I do. You said you'd give me anything I wanted. Well, I want you, and you're going to give it to me." His body tensed around him. "Now release."

"No." It was clear to Cid now that this really wasn't how he wanted this to happen. He was able to retain some restraint and hold back. Allowing himself to cum inside Vincent's body would only drive the gunman further from his reach.

The grip around his throat tightened. "Give me what I want, now."

Cid gagged, managing to pry the fingers off enough to speak. "I said, no."

Vincent growled. "Why?"

"Because I want Vincent… not you."

"What?" The grip relaxed, moving back from his neck. "How could you say that to me?"

"It's obvious. You have no right to taint Vincent's body like this." Cid grabbed the hand, about to strike him, pulling the wrist closer. "Get off me, Chaos."

The look of shock turned to a smug grin. "I see. Guess he was right." He groaned, his body tensing.

His expression softened, as well as the tension in his hands. Even the sound of Vincent's breathing was different. Not quite calmer, but less razzed than before. Cid groaned, his body aching. He reached a hand up, to gently grab the gunman's arm. Vincent's head snapped up to him. "Cid?"

The pilot sighed, relieved to see the sincere, if not somewhat freaked, expression in those gleaming red eyes he'd grown to love so much. "Vince? Is that really you?"

"Of course it's me. Who else would I…" The realization that there was something inside of him caught his attention. He looked back to Cid, recognizing the deep red in the pilot's face. "Cid?" His eyes started to tear, from what he thought was going on. "What happened?"

Cid's body tensed. Not just from what he imagined Vincent could be thinking, but from feeling him pull off. "Vince it's not what you think."

Vincent sat off to the side, his eyes falling upon Cid. "What have I done?"

"What? Vince I-"

He turned his head away, gripping the sheets in his fist. "I'm sorry, Cid."

Cid sat up, with great difficulty, placing a hand over Vincent's. He was still breathless, barely able to fully get his head together. "What you sorry for?"

Vincent jerked his hand from underneath Cid's. He stared into those forgiving eyes, not believing he'd allowed this to happen. "I'm sorry." The gunman said again, tears streaking down his face.

Vincent leapt from the bed and darted out, dragging the sheets along with him.

Cid jumped, when he did. Utterly confused as to what was going on. He did, however, know one thing for sure. Vincent was running away from him. The pilot grabbed his pants, sliding them up as he tried to follow after him.

He made it outside, searching through the misty atmosphere for any sign of Vincent. His head was starting to clear, though he felt really stupid that it took him a while to realize it was raining. Cid rushed to the backyard, to fetch Kiwi. The golden bird refused to move from her spot.

"What the hell's wrong with you!?... oh… damn it." Instead he resigned to mount the unfinished technology sitting nearby. It may not be able to fly, but it should be fast enough to catch Vincent… hopefully. He took off, praying to at least catch Vincent before he went airborne.

Judging by the tracks, Vincent had headed straight out of town. He could see him off in the distance, escaping further into the large field. Cid revved the engine, moving faster to catch him. The large bat-like wings sprang from the gunman's shoulders, as he glanced back at the approaching man.

Cid lunged off of his ride, grasping Vincent's leg when he began to take off. His hand slid off from the wet skin, but he was able to catch him again, double handed.

Vincent flapped the wings, frantically pulling. "Let go!"

Cid released his leg, with one hand, grabbing Vincent's wrist. "What the hell do you think you're doin!? You make me swear not to leave ya, then you take off?"

"Cid, please. Just let me go."

"No." He pulled the ex-Turk back down to the ground. Having a bit of difficulty against the strong pull of the wings. "Vince, even if I wasn't scared I'd never see you again, I wouldn't let you take off in this." He managed to get Vincent onto his knees, still holding his arms tightly. "Anyone knows you don't go flying in this kind of weather."

Vincent still tried to pull out of Cid's grasp, at the same time trying to keep the sheet tightly around him. "I don't understand. Why would you want me around? After what I did to you."

"What did you do?"

Tears fell from Vincent's eyes again. He couldn't believe how Cid could be so naïve. "Cid, I raped you."

"No you didn't."

"What? But, Cid."

"Vince, you didn't do anything. Even if you did, I'm not complaining. Believe me."

Vincent's eyes narrowed, as he pulled again. "It's not funny."

"No. I know it's not." A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and Cid had to nearly yell to be heard over the following shock. "But Vince, I'm not gonna let you run away from me that easily."

"I have to. I can't be around you anymore."

"Why not? Did I do something wrong."

"No." Vincent shook his head violently. "It's nothing you did. Just trust me, Cid. It'd be far better if I wasn't around you."

"But I don't want you to go away. Vincent I swore to stand by you. I wanna help you any way I can. How can I do that if you run away from me?"

"I don't want you to get hurt." Vincent's tears started pleading.

"Why would I get hurt?"

"It's no good explaining. Just listen to me, for once."

"I do listen to you." He brushed a hand over his cheek. "I hear every word you say. I just don't understand why you won't even let me help you. I can handle Chaos. I've dealt with him before."

Vincent's eyes widened. "You knew?"

"Of course I knew. It's not hard to tell that wasn't you Vincent. Besides… what else could being around you do to hurt me?"

Vincent shook off Cid's bad grammar, still pulling at his hands. "It doesn't matter. I don't want anything to happen to you, Cid. I'm tired of losing people I care for."

"Well, so am I! And I'm not gonna let you go. I'm not going back home until you agree to come with me."

"Doesn't this sound familiar?"

"What do ya mean?"

"Never mind. Why are you so stubborn?"

"I have to be to deal with you."

Vincent's eyes narrowed. "You're impossible."

"I try." Cid pulled on his hands. "Now let's discuss this inside. I'd rather for us to fight somewhere dry."

The gunman groaned, finally retracting his wings. "Fine. I don't care anymore."

"Good. Let's go." He stood, pulling Vincent up to his feet as well. The sheet started to fall, and Vincent had to jerk his hands from Cid's grip to catch it before anything was revealed. He flushed, pulling it up around him.

Cid scratched his head, grasping Vincent's arm again, to make sure he followed. "Damn it."

xXx

They entered the kitchen, dripping onto the linoleum floor. Vincent settled into a chair, pulling the wet sheet further over his shoulders. Don't quite know why. It's not like the thing could really be all that warm.

Cid grabbed a dish towel from the sink, tossing it over Vincent's head. He roughed up the dark strands, trying to dry them, and maybe get the gunman to lighten up. Vincent just grabbed the towel, staring up at him. He was amused.

"Whatever." Cid shrugged, heading for the hallway. "I'll get some bigger towels."

He came back a little while later, having changed first, one towel slung over his shoulder, another in his hand. However, he came back to a happy sight.

No, it's not what you think. Vincent was asleep, draped over the side of the small kitchen table. He actually looked peaceful, the sheet hanging heavily around him. Sure it was still concealing, but if anyone's curious… that sheet is white.

The gentle motion of Vincent's soft breaths brought a smile to the pilot's face. He dried off the excess water from his soft skin, then laid the towel aside, lifting him into his arms. "You're gonna give me an ulcer one of these days. Ya know that, Vince?" The gunman sighed, his head settling into the crook of Cid's neck. Cid smiled, touching his lips to Vincent's forehead. "But, I guess, it'd be worth it to keep you around."

He carried him into the bedroom, laying the frail ex-Turk in the bed. Cid pulled away the soaked sheets, covering him with the dry warm comforter still on the bed. Vincent crooned in his sleep, falling onto his side, and pulled the blanket tighter around him.

Cid sighed, just staring at the sleeping form. He ran a hand through the thick strands, brushing them from the view of his face. "I still don't get how something so beautiful, has to suffer so much." Cid kissed his head again, walking out, the sheet in hand. He threw it in the dryer, along with his pants, and turned it on. "Least they'll be nice and warm."

The pilot started back towards his room. Falling into bed sounded good right about now. He stopped next to Vincent's door, an ominous sensation wrenching his gut. "What now?" Cid opened the door, cautiously, his eyes falling on the sleeping gunman. "Vince?" He settled down on the mattress next to him. Vincent seemed to be ok. His eyes were twitching a bit, but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. That was before Cid noticed something else that was off… Vincent wasn't breathing.

"Vince!?" He grasped the gunman's shoulder, trying to shake him awake. "VINCENT!?"

He fell onto his back, with no other response. Cid shook harder, panic setting in. "Vincent, wake up! What's going on!? VINCENT!"

His head titled back, lips falling open, as if to say something, but no sound came out. Cid's eyes started to tear. "Vincent, Please. Answer me!" He grasped the gunman's head, pulling it back up to face him. "Open your eyes!"

A weak cry finally emerged from his lips. His hands came up towards his throat, those sharp fingers digging into the pale skin. Cid grabbed his hands, pulling them away. The startling contrast of the deep red against Vincent's pearl skin made Cid's heart freeze. He brushed it away, grasping the gunman's hand. "Vincent, what's going on? Please, say something. Breathe, look at me. Do anything to let me know you're ok!" His grip tightened, still trying to shake him awake. "Vincent! Wake up!"

Vincent's body tightened, his lips tinting a light blue.

Now holding both hands, to keep him from hurting himself, Cid shook his arms. He continued to call his name, shaking harder with each plea.

Finally, Vincent gasped, shooting up into Cid's arms. He panted, tears streaming down his face. "I pissed him off, Cid! He really tried to kill me!"

The desperation in his voice caused Cid to push Vincent back. He stared at him, examining the panicked face. "What are you talking about? Who tried to kill you?" Of course, he already had an idea, but it seemed like the thing to ask. Hopefully Vincent would explain.

Instead the ex-Turk stared back, his eyes reflecting a sense of confusion as the breathing calmed. "What?"

Cid took Vincent's shoulders firmly in his hands. "You said, 'he tried to kill you'. Do you mean Chaos?"

Vincent's face reddened. He had spoken before he even knew what was coming out. His eyes shifted, but Cid forced the gunman to face him. "Vince, I think it's time you told me what was really going on."

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AN: I had the wording for this chapt come to me a while ago, so I started writing it. But there was still a good amount of time between each part, so I hope it synched up ok. (i kinda lost my flow around the point where Vincent came back around.)

And I guess I can't make fun of Cid's grammar…. Lol mine sucks too… as does my spelling… I need my Beta back.

unfortunately it's gonna be a wahile for the 8th chapt to be done... i'm not 100 percent sure where i'm gonna lead to with it. Maybe my lovely fans could help. Who here thinks i should actually have Vincent and Cid sleep together, in the story? lol and don't just say yes because you wanna read more hott yaoi love.