Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Fate Worse Than Death ❯ Chapter 4

Wahoo! A lemon!... or is it? *smiles sneakily* We'll just have to see now won't we?

 

Chapter 4: I only want to play…

 

Cid stumbled along the empty corridor, still half inebriated himself. In his arms he carried a very unconscious but still very beautiful dark-haired gunman.

 

“Damn, Vince, for all your thinness you sure are a heavy motherfucker,” the pilot grunted as he hefted him up again.

 

The drunken gunman did not answer. He had passed out from one too many shots of scotch, an attempt to put up with the presence of one Yuffie Kisaragi. Cid grimaced; he wasn't sure if there was enough alcohol in the world for that…

 

He was never happier to see his room than tonight. Vincent was getting heavier and heavier. He had promised Tifa he would watch over the ex-Turk and had so thoughtfully brought the unconscious man to his own rather spacious quarters. He tried to balance Vincent on his own two feet, but hearing a mumbled groan and a few other intelligible words come forth from the gunman's mouth as he weaved forward and back, Cid ended up just throwing him over one shoulder.

 

On any other day, he would have laughed at the events up to this moment. But for right now… his bed was calling him.

 

As he unlocked the door to his room, recent events had caused him to change his routine of leaving it open, and wandered inside. His mind recalled what had just transpired not but ten minutes ago.

 

~* Flashback *~

 

Eyes closed as lips locked, and Vincent melted into the blond's arms, relishing in the feel of Cid's lips on his own. The pilot tasted like alcohol, and chocolate and cigarettes, and a taste that was quintessentially all Cid, a taste that was indescribable.

 

The gunman moaned slightly and parted his lips, inviting the pilot inside. Cid was more than happy to oblige. They probed into each other's wet caverns, tongues warring to get the most of it, tasting, testing, feeling.

 

Finally, the two men broke apart, gasping for breath, the need for air having been the factor that separated them. There were startled looks of amusement and amazement on the faces of the friends gathered around the party. And Yuffie… she looked absolutely crestfallen, as if someone had just broken her heart all to pieces, the result of her love affections being dispelled.

 

Cid spoke softly, ignoring the looks around him, “Oh shit, Vince, I been wantin' ta do that for a long time.”

 

Vincent smiled softly at the pilot who held him and opened his mouth to speak.

 

Instead, he hiccupped… and passed out, becoming dead weight in the pilot's arms. Apparently, he had had too much to drink…

 

Cid scrambled to get a hold of the unconscious gunman, opting to just pick him up rather than let him fall. As he held Vincent, he looked around the room to a sea of startled and surprised faces, one of them even looked as if it may cry… Yuffie.

 

“So… that is why he ran away…” she said softly, eyes and face screwing up into a tearful expression.

 

“Ah, come on, Yuffie,” consoled Cid, scared that he might actually see tears. He absolutely hated to see women cry… it turned him to jelly inside. “He tried ta tell ya…”

 

She pinched her face even more together, eyes glassing over. Cid held his breath, any moment the tears would flow.

 

“Now…” she began slowly, seemingly looking for words that she could not find, “But now, I can move on…” she continued, voice taking on the sound of someone who has figured something out. She leapt up in the air, shouting for joy as her tearful expression turned to one of happiness.

 

It was frightening for all those present.

 

“And I know just where to look, too,” she added mischievously, turning around and placing her gaze directly on one Cloud Strife who was standing next to Barret.

 

Her eyes flashed with a predatory gleam as she began walking slowly towards him. Cloud recognized the look as the one she had on her face when Vincent stormed into his room all in a fright. His eyes widened and instantly began to know fear…. fear more powerful than when Tifa was trying to coax him into her room, wearing nothing more than a sheer robe.

 

“Um… Yuffie… flattered really… you're a great fighter and all but…” Cloud stuttered looking around wildly for an escape. What to do…. what to do….

 

He saw it.

 

She was getting closer.

 

“Cloudy, so how's the party?” the ninja chimed in a sing song voice.

 

It was a last resort… but by god he was going to take it.

 

“Um… really… but… you see…” he stuttered some more, inching uncomfortably close to Barret. Yuffie sidled up right in front of them and moved her face dangerously close.

 

“You look pretty good tonight,” she responded, as if she took no notice of his words.

 

“I'm with Barret!!” Cloud blurted out, threading an arm through that of Barret's. It was an outright lie and he knew it but he hoped the ninja would believe him.

 

She blinked once, twice, and drew back only slightly. She didn't seem to be understanding it…

 

Cloud's eyes widened in fear. He looked for something to distract her, “But Reeve is single,” he added, throwing in a famous Cloud charming smile. He reached forward and pushed her in the direction of the slightly intoxicated man.

 

The moment she saw the bright red of Reeve's shirt, Yuffie was hooked. Almost as if she had no control of herself, Yuffie began making a beeline straight for the ex-executive.

 

Cloud breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up towards Barret who had a weird expression on his face. “Thanks, that was a close one,” he mumbled, slowly disentangling his rather skinny arm from Barret's beefy one.

 

There was a starry-eyed expression on the man's mustached face that unnerved Cloud. He took a step backwards, and spoke tentively, “Uh, Barret?”

 

“Ya really, want ta be with me, Cloud?” asked Barret, a goofy grin beginning to spread over his features.

 

For the second time that night, Cloud's eyes widened in fear and he looked around wildly for an escape, “Ya know… I think I hear Tifa calling me!” he blurted out before he took off, not wanting to stick around and see what else Barret wanted to say.

 

Had the world gone mad!?!

 

“Poor Vince, I don't think he will be partying anymore tonight,” Tifa clucked in her best mother hen voice. But her eyes were on free falling raven tresses.

 

“I will just take him to his room so he can sleep it off,” Cid responded gruffly, heaving the unconscious gunman up in his arms more comfortably.

 

“Oh God!” Reeve yelled. “Yuffie, please no… but I'm not single. I'm with Elena… you know, the Turk… don't put your hand there! Please GO AWAY!!” he screamed, darting past them into the hallway. He was running at full speed.

 

“Aw come on, Kitty, I only want to play!” Yuffie called out, arms outstretched as she nimbly chased after him, tripping over Nanaki's tail in the process.

 

Red raised a reddish-orange eyebrow. “Interesting… I did not know that Reeve could run that quickly. Perhaps he should have accompanied us instead of Cait during our journey.”

 

Cid shook his head at the spectacle, only glad that she wasn't after Vincent anymore. Had the girl gone completely off her head? He returned his attentions to Tifa in enough time to see her grabbing a small chunk of the ex-Turk's hair and running it through her fingers.

 

“What the hell do ya think yer doin'?” he demanded.

 

She jumped only slightly, looking up at him with her sweetest expression. “Aw let's have some fun. Let me braid his hair.”

 

“Hell no! Vince would fucking kill me!” swore Cid, freeing up a hand so he could slap her's away.

 

“Tifa, let's go! I've had enough of this party,” Cloud exclaimed, running up to them. He grabbed her arm and started dragging her towards the door. Tifa looked back just once, longingly at hair that would always be prettier than hers.

 

Cid heaved a sigh of relief, and again shifted Vincent's weight in his arms. He glanced over and saw that Barret was standing near the speakers, looking lost, and Nanaki had passed out on the floor.

 

He shrugged, at least it had been a success.

 

~* End Flashback *~

 

Cid finished his remembrances as he gently laid the unconscious gunman across his bed and got him ready to go to sleep. He carefully removed the thick black boots that the dark-haired man insisted on wearing, and the high collared cloak that always served to hide most of his features. Cid shook his head in amazement, two years after the Great Sephiroth Fiasco and the man still couldn't change his wardrobe.

 

It was taking nearly all his energy just to help Vincent. Cid had had quite a few drinks himself and was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, though he doubted he would just pass out like poor Vince.

 

Giving a great heave, the blond moved Vincent further up into the bed. He began to remove his own clothes so that he could rest comfortably too.

 

Turning his head to smile down at the unconscious gunman, Cid reached around to removed the head band threaded through his raven hair. He found his fingers filled with silky soft tresses and smiled at the feeling.

 

Vincent groaned softly and fought to open his eyes, crimson meeting ice blue. “Highwind…” he muttered quietly, blinking several times. It was hard for him to keep his eyes open, he felt so tired. “What… happened?”

 

“Ya passed out, Vince. Apparently ya can't handle yer alcohol.” Cid grinned, ruffling his friends hair as he turned back around to remove his jacket and throw it on the floor with his boots, scarf, and Vincent's clothing.

 

“Shut up…” responded Vincent, his voice already thickening with sleep again.

 

The Captain grinned despite himself as he stripped off his shirt but left his pants on. He didn't want Vincent to freak out or anything in the morning before he got a chance to have his way with him.

 

“Cid,” Vincent began, but halted before he continued, waiting for the pilot to acknowledge him.

 

“Yeah?” answered Cid as he lay down next to the gunman, turning his head to face him. Vincent's eyes were closed and his breathing was evening out. Cid cursed mentally, thinking that the gunman had already passed back out.

 

“I been wanting to do that, too…” the dark-haired man muttered softly, his words trailing off as he drifted off into slumber.

 

Cid smiled to himself as he settled deeper into his bed, getting comfortable. It had been a good day overall. He closed his eyes and felt himself getting drowsy.

 

“Damn!” he suddenly cursed, eyes flying open. “Happens every fucking time!!”

 

He growled more to himself than anyone else, as he thrust his body off the bed and stormed into the bathroom.

 

* * *

Crimson eyes opened blearily as the dark-haired man awoke from his alcohol induced slumber. He vaguely realized that he wasn't in his own room as he managed to look up at the ceiling and around the room. He felt a cool breeze ghost over his body and shivered a bit. It was then that he realized he wore nothing but his black boxers. He thought his surroundings looked familiar; however.

 

Sighing heavily, his head pounding, Vincent tried to sit up. He groaned when he realized there was a heavy weight settled on his right side. He unconsciously gave a great heave to dislodge whatever was restraining him, mind still fuzzy on the circumstances.

 

There was a heavy thump followed by a series of muttered curses. Startled, Vincent's mind cleared. He recognized the voice.

 

“Cid?” he questioned as he rolled over slightly and peered over the side of the bed.

 

“What the %$#@!?!” the pilot muttered, holding his head angrily. He had landed not gently on the floor, head first. He shivered slightly, finding it rather cold to be lying on the wooden floor in just his boxers.

 

Vincent's eyes widened. (Oh, hell! Had they done something, and he couldn't remember? The night was such a blur!!)

 

“Sorry,” Vincent mumbled sheepishly.

 

Cid struggles to sit up. “S'okay,” he said groggily. “How ya feelin'?”

 

“My head hurts,” the dark-haired man answered, blinking.

 

Cid laughed, slowly clearing the fog of sleep from his mind. Of course, waking up to find yourself pushed out of your own bed can wake a man up rather quickly as well. “You did drink a hell of a lot, Vince.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Cid cocked his head to the side as if in confusion. “You sound disappointed,” he said suggestively.

 

Vincent smiled endearingly though Cid could not see it behind his own hand. “I just wanted to make sure that I would remember the first time.”

 

The blond stood to his feet and made his way back to the bed. The ex-Turk stretched out lazily, finding himself a comfortable position. Cid clambered up next to him and laid down in the space that Vincent had provided.

 

“Is that so?” Cid questioned.

 

Vincent nodded. “My mind's really fuzzy but didn't you kiss me in front of everyone last night?”

 

The Captain grinned lecherously. “If ya hadn't been so drunk, I woulda done more.” He leaned in and planted a strong kiss on Vincent's soft lips.

 

The ex-Turk moaned with the touch and reached out with his right arm, wrapping his hand around the back of Cid's head, deepening the kiss. He parted his lips and allowed the blond access to his mouth. He loved the taste of the pilot, something akin to cigarettes and tea, two flavors Cid was most fond of. The dark-haired man felt a shiver of arousal shoot down his spine heading straight for his awakening length.

 

Cid moves over to straddle the gunman, hands beginning to roam unmercilessly as he continues to kiss the hell out of the raven-haired beauty. Calloused mechanic fingers tweaked an already peaked nipple. Vincent moaned beneath his touch.

 

“Eeew! I so did not want to see that!” came a low voice from beside them on the bed. Vincent jumped with surprise. Cid pulled back and away from Vincent, more or less sitting on his hips.

 

“Reeve?” The gunman had easily recognized the voice.

 

The pile of sheets and blankets next to the making out couple began to shift as a dark-headed man poked his head out.

 

“Oops,” Cid said sheepishly. “I forgot about him.”

 

Vincent furrowed his brow in confusion. “Why are you in here?”

 

“Hiding from Yuffie,” came the muffled response.

 

“And I thought only males were that horny,” Cid joked.

 

Vincent rolled his eyes. “I was that out of it?”

 

Cid grimaced. “You drank a lot trying to avoid the ninja.”

 

Reeve huffed and rolled out the bed. Unlike the others, he was thankfully completely dressed. “Well, I'll… er… just leave now. I am interrupting after all.”

 

Cid smirked as he watched the ex-executive hurry from the room, face bright red with embarrassment.

 

The pilot returned his attentions to the prize in his arms. “Now where were we?” He grinned at the man he intended to take as his lover.

 

“I think right about here,” Vincent purred. He reached up with one hand and trailed a soft caress from the nape of the pilot's chest and down the front of his body, delighting in the feel of the muscle. Even though most fighting had ceased since the Fiasco, Cid still managed to keep in great shape.

 

The ex-Turk didn't stop as he traced the line further down, wrapping one long elegant finger around the waistband of the pilot's boxers, tugging on them slightly.

 

“Fuckin' tease,” Cid grunted as he leaned forward to claim a kiss from the gunman.

 

Vincent's hand dove into the pilot's pants, seeking that rapidly hardening length. He wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke slowly, eliciting a lust-filled moan from the blond.

 

Not that the pilot himself had been completely unbusy. Even as Vincent worked to put Cid into a lustful frenzy, the pilot had roving hands that constantly tweaked at sensitive nipples on a pale chest. The dark-haired man had to bite his lip to keep from crying out too loudly. It wouldn't do for everyone else to be hearing.

 

Drops of precum leaked out from Cid's erection, a testament to how ready he was for the gunman. Eager to get the same reaction from Vincent, Cid reached down and dove into the black boxers, finding his own prize.

 

They stroked each other in time, the only sound was their satisfied moans.

 

“Damn,” Cid breathed. “I can't take it anymore. I been waiting too long.”

 

“Then just fuck me,” Vincent moaned in response, yanking the pilot down for another kiss.

 

Cid grinned. “Don't have to ask me twice.” He reached down to pull off the black boxers covering Vincent.

 

A piercing shrill alarm suddenly went off as flashing red lights in the room started to blind the two intended lovers.

 

“What the ^%$#?” the Captain questioned looking up angrily.

 

It was the emergency system for the Highwind. Either something was up with the ship or they had been attacked.

Vincent sighed and groaned all in the same breath.

The pilot cursed angrily as he slowly rolled off Vincent.

 

Damn it all to hell. Fucking Vincent until he screamed was just going to have to wait!!

 

* * *

Aw, poor Cid and Vince. Don't worry. Eventually that sexual tension will be relieved. Meanwhile, what's going on with the alarm? Any guesses?

 

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Oh, and this is as far as I have gotten in my pre-written chapters so the updates might be a little slower from no one. I know where this is going… just having trouble writing it all out. But don't worry… I hate unfinished fics. So this will have an ending… even if it has to suck… it WILL have an ending. Thanks for reading.