Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Fate Worse Than Death ❯ Tit for Tat ( Chapter 10 )

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. Here's more smut just for you. And this is the second to last chapter.

 

Warnings: A sex scene that I have never tried before… let's hope it all goes good.

 

Chapter 10: Tit for Tat

 

Crimson eyes opened very slowly to a bright sun gleaming in from the nearby window. They blinked once or twice before they were accompanied by an open mouthed yawn.

 

Vincent turned over and smiled when he saw the snoring blond still sleeping next to him. Cid was lying on his stomach with his arms all thrown out in odd directions. The blond was so cute when he was quiet.

 

Suddenly, the gunman smirked. He could already feel himself getting aroused by looking at the naked body of the pilot. It was time for his just rewards…

 

He reached over and placed a hand on Cid's back, rubbing his fingers over the smooth, warm skin. The pilot didn't make a sound.

 

Vincent grinned lecherously as he sat up and pulled the sheets off of the blond's body, revealing miles of tanned, well-muscled skin. It was utterly enticing. He straddled the pilot's body without any of his skin touching him and reached forward, running his hands along the planes of smooth muscle. Mm, Cid felt soft beneath him.

 

Vincent pulled back and braced himself on the bed before leaning forwards to breathe hot air on the blond's ear. Cid shivered but did not waken. The gunman smiled as he licked on the pilot's neck, nibbling over a mark he had already made. The body beneath him shuddered slightly.

 

The gunman smiled as he began to nibble and lick his way down Cid's spine. He could smell the pilot's scent, and it only served to arouse him further. He could feel his flesh rising and filling at the thought of burying himself deep inside the pilot. He couldn't wait.

 

Vincent dug into the covers, searching for the discarded bottle of sweet-smelling lube from the night before. He could hear Cid starting to awaken and knew just what would wake the man right up.

 

He moved back and sat between the pilot's legs, pushing them slowly outwards so that he could fit easily. The blond was such a deep sleeper. Vincent placed his hands on the round globes of flesh and kneaded gently. He received a low and quiet moan in response.

 

Lecherous thoughts entered the gunman's mind as a plan began to form. He gently parted the pilot's buttocks as he leaned forwards and nipped gently on the blond's flesh. There was another moan that had gained in volume as Cid's body shifted slightly beneath him.

 

The gunman smiled as he licked over the small mark and moved on to his intended destination. He traced a small circle over the pink entrance with his thumb before following that action with his tongue.

 

Cid let out a low moan as he pressed backwards onto the warm motion without cognition. His eyes slowly fluttered open as a warm fire raced through his body. What a wonderful way to wake up.

 

“Vince…” groaned the pilot as he looked over his shoulder. Another swipe of the tongue and Cid moaned, clutching at the sheets.

 

“Tit for tat, Captain,” answered Vincent simply before running his tongue in circles over the pilot's entrance. Hearing the sounds of pleasure from his lover sent sparks of arousal shooting straight to his groin.

 

“You aren't going to hear me complaining,” Cid returned. He could feel himself slowly rising as the prospect of being fucked by the gunman sent fire through his veins and body.

 

Vincent gave one last final lick before he leaned backwards and grabbed the bottle of oil. Cid whimpered with the loss and took the opportunity to rise to his hands and knees, waving his ass enticingly in front of the gunman.

 

The dark-haired man opened up the bottle of oil and spread some on his hands and arousal; the sickening sweet smell filled the air. The next chance he got, Vincent was determined to buy a different flavor. Staring at the offering before him, the gunman couldn't help the hand that rose up on its own and smacked Cid's ass playfully. He rubbed over the reddening flesh.

 

Cid moaned. “Do it again.”

 

Vincent was more than happy to comply. “You are so fucking hot!” he declared as he rose up on his knees and smacked the pilot's ass yet again.

 

“Yeah, I know,” replied Cid smugly before his voice turning whining. “Come on, fuck me already.”

 

Vincent smirked. “Impatient much?” He grasped his straining erection and rubbed it along the cleft of the pilot's ass, teasing him with what was to come.

 

“You bastard,” growled Cid. He looked over his shoulder and trained his best, intimidating glare at the dark-haired man. He was not impressed.

 

“Only because you begged so beautifully.” Vincent stopped teasing him and slowly inserted one well-lubed finger into the pilot's opening. Cid moaned and bucked backwards, his cock already dripping and aching.

 

As the gunman added another finger, he reached around and grasped the pilot's arousal, stroking him slow and steady. The blond's head spun with all the sensations assaulted him. He always knew that being with Vincent would be sizzling.

 

The feel of Vincent's hand moving over his flesh, all slicked and smooth was driving him to near insanity. The pilot whimpered when the gunman added a third finger but he wanted something far larger.

 

“Vince…” moaned Cid. “Enough with the fingers.”

 

The gunman laughed slightly as he stroked the pad of a finger over the pilot's pleasure nub deep inside his body. The blond moaned heavily as he pressed backwards onto the fingers. He wanted more.

 

Vincent removed his fingers and positioned himself at the pilot's entrance. Without preamble he slowly pushed inside the blond and moaned heatedly when the tight warm walls wrapped around his dripping, aching fullness.

 

“Damn, you are tight, Cid,” groaned the gunman, gasping when he felt himself fully ensheathed within the man.

 

The pilot was incapable of properly responding as he pushed himself backwards and impaled himself further on the gunman's cock. He squeezed tighter reflexively and the dark-haired man groaned in response.

 

They stayed in that way for a moment, enjoying the feelings. Vincent closed his eyes as he relished being buried inside the pilot.

 

Finally, the Captain could not stand the wait any longer. He bucked backwards. The gunman complied and started a slow and steady pace. He leaned forwards and reached around the pilot's hips, grabbing Cid's erection and stroking him in time to their movements.

 

The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air as well as gasping breaths as the two men continued to fuck like bunnies.

 

“Gah! Harder, Vin!” gasped out Cid, writhing beneath the dark-haired man even as he struggled to stay on his hands and knees. He could feel sweat breaking out on his body as it collected on his grow and trailed down the side of his face. “Fuck me, dammit!” He thrust backwards onto the hard cock impaling him, trying to take the gunman deeper as far as he could go.

 

“And here I thought I was in charge,” smirked the gunman as he playfully smacked the pilot's ass again, though picking up the pace as he had been asked.

 

He drove himself into Cid who whimpered every time he managed to strike the blond's pleasure center. The pilot found his arms sliding on the bed and fought to keep his balance. Vincent leaned forwards as best as he could and tongued the pilot's shoulder before biting down as gently as possible.

 

Cid moaned and a slight shudder ran through his body. There was something immensely erotic in being bitten. That little bit of pain mixed with lots and lots of pleasure. “You sure have a thing for biting… damn vampire… mmm…” whimpered the pilot though he enjoyed every minute of it. “Ah, Gods! Fuck!”

 

The blond came in a rushing torrent, spraying his seed all over the bed sheets.

 

“I'm not,” Vincent accentuated each word with a hard and deep thrust into the squeezing channel before him. “A damn vampire!” The last came out on a keening cry as the gunman came in an explosion of senses.

 

The two men panted wildly as they crashed to the bed, worn out from that intense session.

 

“That (pant) you (pant) I (pant)…” Cid couldn't complete his sentence.

 

“Ever the articulate one, aren't you?” questioned Vincent with a grin.

 

The blond rolled his eyes at the gunman as he waited for his erratically beating heart to still.

 

“Don't worry,” assured the dark-haired man. “You were quite satisfactory.”

 

Blue eyes bulged as Cid sat up so fast his head swam. “Satisfactory? That's all you have to say?” He glared at the gunman, supposedly with angry intent.

 

Vincent just sighed. “Damn. Can't take a joke,” he muttered underneath his breath. He reached out and traced a finger over one of the marks that he had made on the blond's collar bone. “I was just kidding.”

 

Cid crossed his arms and harrumphed. “Bite my ass, Valentine.”

 

The gunman smirked. “I believe I already have.”

 

The pilot shook his head at the immodest gunman and lay back down on the bed, stretching languorously. “Nothing like a night in the sack and a morning wake up call to make the day bright and shining.” He grinned with a satisfied look on his face.

 

Vincent smirked and rolled over, propping his head up on his hands. He trailed a lazy finger over one of Cid's nipples, already feeling himself ready for another round. There was something about the pilot that made him feel insatiable.

 

Cid cocked an eyebrow. “Already?”

 

“What can I say?” shrugged the dark-haired man. “You're the best fuck I've ever had.”

 

“Oh, such sweet and romantic words,” snorted the pilot sarcastically. “I think I've fallen in love.” But his desire was already rising with the dark-haired man's suggestion. There were so many things he had yet to do with the ex-Turk and given the man's penchant for biting there was probably more he wouldn't mind doing. The blond couldn't help but wonder exactly how much fun he could have with a pair of handcuffs.

 

“Don't be ridiculous,” scoffed the gunman. “I know I'm good but seriously, Cid, we've only just met, and I don't know if I'm ready for such a serious relationship.”

 

The pilot looked incredulously at the dark-haired man then shook his head when he realized that Vincent was only kidding. “I never took you for a joker, Valentine.”

 

“There are many things you don't know about me,” promised Vincent, a sexy husk taking over the sound of his voice. He traced circles over the tanned chest and leaned in for a deep and aggressive kiss. The gunman pushed his tongue inside the pilot's mouth and claimed him hungrily. Cid was more than happy to participate.

 

After a moment, the gunman pulled back and allowed the pilot to breathe.

 

“I think I'll stick around to find out,” grinned the blond once he was able to think straight. “I'm sensing the beginning of a… beneficial relationship.”

 

Vincent nodded and laughed as he slid out of bed. He moved to cross the floor when he tripped over something again. However, this time he caught himself before he fell. Frowning, the gunman kneeled down to see what it was.

 

“Hey Cid,” he began as he lifted up the mangled object. “What happened to my phone?”

 

THE END

 

 

Imagine the following scrolling from the bottom of your screen slowly and carefully as the following songs play in succession:

“Sugar, We're Going Down” Fall Out Boys

“Going Under” Evanescence

“Batman Theme Song” Danny Elfman

 

cAST oF cHARACTERs

 

Vincent Valentine - Dracoqueen22

 

Cid Highwind - Dracoqueen22

 

Cloud Strife - Dracoqueen22

 

Tifa Lockhart - herself

 

Nanaki aka Red XIII - Azar Darkstar

 

Yuffie Kisaragi - Azar Darkstar

 

Elena - Dracoqueen22

 

Reno - himself

 

Reeve Tuesti - Azar Darkstar

 

Rude - himself

 

sPECIAL aPPEARANCES bY:

 

Godo Kisaragi

 

Zack

 

chibi Sephiroth

 

the Temple Master

 

Written by:

 

Dracoqueen22

 

Directed by:

 

Azar Darkstar

 

Produced by:

 

Dracoqueen22 and Azar Darkstar

 

Costumes provided by:

 

Sears

 

JC Penney

 

Dillard's

 

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Music arranged by:

 

Dracoqueen22

 

and Provided by:

 

Evanescence

 

Fall Out Boys

 

Papa Roach

 

R. Kelly

 

Danny Elfman

 

Special thanks to my beta Azar Darkstar and all of my

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“C~ut!!” yelled the director. The sound was accompanied by a fierce whistle. “Okay, people, that's a wrap! Cut and print, we are done.”

 

The man controlling the camera's nodded and suddenly the set was a flurry of activity as the scenery was rolled away and film scenes were rushed to the editing office. There was still a lot of work to do before the movie was ready.

 

“Why the hell did my phone ring in the middle of the shoot!” Cid screamed suddenly as he moved to dress now that the scene was over.

 

Vincent frowned. “I thought the plan was that mine would ring only and not Cid's?” He reached down and grabbed his pants, pulling them on so that the others would stop ogling him.

 

The director, a balding older man, shrugged. “Draco changed her mind at the last minute. But good job on improvising, you two did a bang up job.”

 

Cid shook his head in dismay and picked up his phone, checking to see the return number on the screen for the missed call. He frowned when he realized it was a number he didn't recognize.

 

“Who was it?” asked Vincent, draping his half-dressed body over that of his lover. He peered at the display over Cid's shoulder but couldn't make out the number.

 

“I don't know.” The blue-eyed man sighed. He redialed the number and waited patiently for someone to pick up.

 

“Hello?” said a distinctly feminine voice that answered on the third ring.

 

“Yeah, someone trying to reach Highwind?” demanded Cid, slipping back into his hometown voice.

 

“Cid! I can't believe you didn't recognize my voice!” Yuffie squealed excitedly.

 

The pilot sighed as Vincent rolled his eyes and started to dig for his clothes again, trying to claim something before the set runners took it all away. He managed to snag a shirt for Cid as well.

 

Wordlessly he handed it to the blond as he threw his over his head.

 

“What do you want, brat? I just finished pulling an all-nighter, and I need my beauty sleep,” growled the blond, attempting to pull on his shirt while still talking on the phone.

 

“Great scene, man!” a camera man said as he hurried past Cid and clapped a hand on the blond's shoulder. Cid hardly gave him a second glance as he struggled to pay attention to Yuffie's babble.

 

“We're all getting together at the Crescent tonight to celebrate. You comin'?” she questioned hyperactively. Twenty years old and the female still acted like a child at times.

 

Cid looked over at Vincent with a question on his lips. The gunman cocked his head to the side.

 

“What?” he asked aloud.

 

“Party, tonight, you in?” asked Cid.

 

The dark-haired man shrugged. “Who's buying?”

 

“Yo, brat! Who's dishing out the dough?” demanded Cid roughly, trying to find his shoes in the rapidly clearing set. He looked up to see Vincent plaintively holding them out to him. He snatched the boots from the dark-haired man's hands and yanked them on.

 

“Cloud said it is his treat, so long as we don't eat him out of his house in Costa or even the one in Wutai. Sephiroth says he might pitch in. Come on, Cid,” whined the ninja, her voice reaching screeching potential. “It won't be the same without you or Mr. Block of ice.”

 

“Alright, brat,” mumbled Cid. “We'll be there.” He grimaced as he pulled the phone away from his ear to stop the squeal of girlish happiness.

 

“That's great, I will tell everyone then. See you later, Ciddy,” exclaimed Yuffie happily. She promptly hung up the phone, not giving the blond another chance to say anything else.

 

Cid shook his head and put away his phone and started to disentangle himself from the mess he had made of trying to put on his shirt one handed. Vincent gave an exasperated sigh and started to help out his lover. He could be such a klutz at times.

 

“You are so hot, baby,” Vincent murmured, suddenly breathing hot on the blond's neck. “Even if you were just acting.” He helped Cid finish putting on his shirt but couldn't help running his hands under the fabric and feeling up the smooth, hot skin.

 

“With you, I never even have to worry about acting,” responded the blond as he moaned slightly, leaning backwards into the enticing touch.

 

“Ah, you're so sweet,” cooed the dark-haired man as his hand snaked upwards and pinched a nipple. “Too bad we don't have time for that here.” With that spoken, he removed his hand and patted the bulge at Cid's groin lovingly. He danced out of the pilot's angry grasp. “Remind me and I'll take care of that later.”

 

“You are such a tease,” growled the pilot, but he wasn't angry. “Come on, party up at Crescent's tonight for everyone.”

 

Vincent opened his mouth to reply but was distracted by the sound of excited barking and the scrabbling of nailed toes on the hardwood floor.

 

“Oh no…” groaned Cid.

 

Vincent's eyes widened, a big smile breaking out on his face before a large black shape hurtled out of nowhere and crashed into him, pushing him to the floor. The dark dog began to lick at his face, wagging his tail excitedly.

 

“Hades,” giggled the dark-haired man. “Who let you out?”

 

“Damn mutt,” growled Cid, pulling on the dog's collar and trying to get the huge canine off of his lover. He and Vincent had adopted `Hades' a year ago and the beast still thought he was a small puppy.

 

Vincent scrunched up his face, trying to avoid the dog breath and tongue that was invading his senses. Cid managed to pull Hades away from the gunman and allowed him some breathing room.

 

“I'm sorry, Mr. Valentine. I opened the door to put in some flowers that had been sent for you and he escaped,” gasped out a runner, one of many that worked on the sets.

 

“It's fine, Nique,” said Vincent waving his hand at the runner so that he would leave. He kneeled down and started petting his pet, cooing at the animal in a ridiculous tone.

 

Cid rolled his eyes. Seems someone else thought the large beast was still a puppy as well.

 

“You are so cute,” the blond mumbled, ruffling his lover's hair.

 

“That's why you love me,” murmured Vincent in return.

 

Cid laughed. “Too true. Now come on and quit playing with your mutt. I want to shower before we head over to Crescent's.”

 

“Can I play with you instead?” questioned Vincent with a raise of his eyebrow as he stood to his feet.

 

“I'll think about it,” the blond joked as he started walking off of the set and headed towards their trailers where Hades had been locked before.

 

“Aw Ci~d,” Vincent began to whine. “Come o~n, I need some nookie.” Hades trotted along after the two men.

 

Their voices faded as they went to shower and meet their friends for a celebratory beer.

 

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This is not the end! There is one more chapter to go!