Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Ain't That Sumthin'? ❯ Ain't That Sumthin'? ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: Square-Enix owns Final Fantasy VII; I do not. I don’t think I can make it any more clearer considering that I have two men boinking each other... though they are coming dangerously close with Kingdom Hearts....


Ain’t That Sumthin’?

Cloud stifled a yawn as he walked through the empty corridors of the airship Highwind, his swift pace taking him towards the bridge. It seemed everyone had disappeared as he had ordered, which suited him just fine. He didn’t want them to fight without finding that something to believe in. Well, that was what he had told them. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure what he was saying but they seemed to understand him anyways. He hadn’t yet figured out why they still followed him… he barely knew where he was going himself.

His ShinRa-issued military boots clomped noisily against the floor, echoing harshly as if to emphasize the sheer loneliness around him. Only the sound of the airship’s thrumming engine could be heard, except for the noise he made himself. He actually found that somewhat quite relaxing.

Yuffie would have been bouncing off the walls.

… He was glad she had chosen to go to Wutai for the time being.

He rolled his shoulder in a stretch as he walked; exhaling noisily at the gratifying feeling it produced as his sweater turtle neck stretched across his broad shoulders. Cloud had gotten stronger in the past weeks… they had all gotten stronger. He supposed that had a lot to do for being forced to fight for their lives with no rest.

But the stretch had another purpose, other than reminding himself of how much more muscle he had but on his originally lean frame. He had left his weapons and armor behind his room, not needing it for walking around the airship alone. He was glad to be free of the extra weight even though he knew he would have to don them all soon enough. For the moment; however, it was a welcome change.

He may have been wearing armor for so long that it seemed like a second skin to him, but there were still times he wished he could be rid of the annoying and weighty protection. Then again, in battle he was very glad that he wore it. Cloud supposed the entire idea of armor was like a double-edged sword. He would have to deal with the weight if he wanted the protection.

He sighed as he realized that once again his mind had gone off on another tangent… though that seemed to be happening less and less lately. Ever since Tifa helped him pull the fractured pieces of his memory together.

The final battle was upon them, he mused, finally switching back to his original chain of thought. Soon he would face Sephiroth in what he hoped would be the very last time. The possibility that he could die was never far from his mind but he preferred to be somewhat optimistic. No point in dwelling.

After all, it didn’t matter if he could defeat Sephiroth, only that he had to. Or something like that. He could swear he had heard that somewhere before and thought it a good saying at the time. At least, that was what he had figured anyways. Cloud frowned as he reconsidered the statement again, mulling over the words in his mind. Did they still make sense?

Idly running a hand through his gravity-defying spiky blond locks, he would never reveal the secret as to how they remained that way, Cloud pushed open the door to the bridge, still considering the validity of the phrase he had come to rely on. A series of muttered curses greeted him as he did so and he realized, a bit belatedly, that he was in fact, not alone.

Mako blue eyes blinked in surprise as Cloud paused in the doorway, one hand still holding the door open and one boot poised halfway to the floor. He hadn’t even finished taking a step. He had not expected anyone else to still be on the Highwind. Hadn’t he told everyone to go?

Cid was standing at the helm, puffing on a cigarette that never strayed far from his lip as was his norm. He was checking random dials and switches, all of which Cloud had no clue what their function consisted of, as he did so. Of course, the man was also muttering curses as things did not turn out as well as he had hoped.

Frowning in confusion, Cloud finished setting his right foot on the floor and took a step forward, quietly closing the door behind him. He was not surprised that Cid had not heard him come in. However, he was given the perfect moment to look at a man he had slowly come to admire.

He had learned long ago to accept the truth of the matter. He, Cloud Strife, Ex-SOLDIER… then again, not really so if his real memories were true… was gay. Probably had been for all his life. Explained much of his fascination with Sephiroth… the silver-haired man was a sex god… and didn’t even know it. He was the type of man that made even straight guys wonder what it was like to give him a night.

Yeah, he had fallen hard for his idol… so hard that he had trouble walking around the man. Trying to march with a severe erection tended to make things difficult… yet it was something he had come to expect of himself and eventually learned to tamper… at least half the time anyways. But at sixteen, it just seemed that the male body was perpetually horny. Or at least, his was. Cloud shrugged at his internal conversation. Didn’t really matter anymore. He returned his attentions to his previous plan of action.

Captain Highwind wasn’t the type of sex-in-leather that Sephiroth was, but he had his own good lucks and charm. Rather than a pretty boy, Cid was all man, from that rugged, deep voice to the way he carried himself. Short spiked blond locks, a lot lighter than color in his own, and eyes the color of the sky he loved so much; Cid was the classic example of a surfer man maybe… or something like that. He was broad-shouldered and muscled with a continuously scruffy chin that Cloud had occasionally wondered what it would feel like if he kissed the man… not that he would have just come out and done so. Though he had been tempted…

Anyway… Cid Highwind, though somewhat brash and vulgar, was a man who knew what it meant to have a dream and do whatever it took to reach it. He had the kind of self-confidence that Cloud knew he himself lacked at times. Cid’s “go-get-them” attitude – as Vincent liked to call it (another man that Cloud found insanely attractive in a Sephiroth sort of way) – only added to his attraction. The swordsman always did have a thing for strong men with strong personalities…

Cid was a man in the prime of his life, in good shape for his age. Not that Cid was old, only ten years more than Cloud himself. That wasn’t too much of a difference. Sephiroth was older than him, too. By about nine years…

The pilot was well-built, stockier than anything as he wasn’t very tall, much like Cloud himself. The swordsman supposed it had much to do with the sheer amount of battles they had all slogged through because Cid’s health habits –proper eating and such – left much to be desired.

And he smoked like a damn chimney so his lungs couldn’t have been in that good of shape. Nevertheless, Cloud did find that somewhat attractive about him. He wouldn’t be Cid Highwind without a cigarette either in hand or between his lips… mmm, Cloud imagined what else he could put between those lips.

The blond swordsman stepped further into the bridge, not at all surprised that Cid had yet to notice him still. Whenever the pilot was involved with his airship he tended to be rather single-minded.

“You’re still here?” he questioned, trying to sound surprised as he crossed his arms over his chest and observed the older blond.

Cid half-turned from where he was adjusting something on the control panel. “Its my damn airship,” he answered. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Cloud shook his head, not at all surprised by the pilot’s response. It was typical Cid, blustery and vulgar. “I had assumed you would be on your way to Rocket Town.”

And indeed he had thought so. He believed Barret would go see Marlene, Nanaki would go see his grandfather and Yuffie would return to Wutai. He had no idea where Vincent would go and could only assume that Tifa would go to Midgar with Barret. Shera was in Rocket Town, so Cloud had figured that the pilot would head there. Didn’t they have something going on? Didn’t they live together?

Cid snorted in response. “Where’s Tifa?”

Touché, Captain Highwind, touché.

But, ah ha, he had a response that the Captain would have never expected. “I dunno.” Cloud shrugged. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

He moved closer to the older blond so that he could see what he was doing, confused by the many switches and buttons he saw. Although there was this bright red one that he was itching to press, just because it called to him.

“Last I saw she was chasing after Vincent…”

The pilot turned towards him, blue eyes widened in shock. “No shit?” he exclaimed in surprise, mouth nearly agape. Oh, temptations. “She’s with vampy?”

Cloud blinked before allowing a half-grin onto his face. He chuckled lightly. “Maybe. Everyone gone?”

The pilot shrugged; obviously disappointed that he wasn’t going to get anymore information out of the spiky-headed man. He turned back to his work, muttering over something that wasn’t exactly set right. Damn those trainees for changing his settings…

“I sent the crew home. Told ‘em this fight wasn’t theirs.”

Cloud nodded in understanding, rising to his tip toes a bit to peer over Cid’s shoulder. Not that he would really know what was going on, but his curiosity appreciated the effort.

He racked his mind for something else to say, surprised to find that he was intrigued by the pilot, having never really just spoken to him before. With everyone gone, he faced the perfect opportunity. He finally settled on reverting to their original line of conversation.

“You still call him that?”

“Who?” asked Cid a bit distracted.

“Vincent… you still call him vampy?”

The pilot shrugged again, a standard answer for him. He flipped another switch, eyeing a monitor critically before turning and moving past Cloud to another control panel. The swordsman followed him with his eyes, which was far easier than actually moving his head.

“He doesn’t mind it so much anymore,” commented Cid finally. “I think I caught him with that crazy half-smile the other day.” The pilot paused as he laughed aloud. “Maybe all he needed really was a night in the sack.”

Cloud laughed along with him before peering at whatever the hell it was Cid was doing. Which reminded him…

“Just what are you doing?” asked the spiky-haired blond.

“Fuckin’ trainee messed up the landing gear and set off her balance. Gotta fix it before we take her anywhere.”

“Ah,” commented Cloud with complete non-comprehension. Still, it never hurt to pretend he knew what he was talking about.

Cid sighed and took a deep drag of his cigarette, inhaling in the deep nicotine flavor before he looked over his shoulder, wondering why Cloud was still standing there. “Don’t you have somewhere to go?”

The younger blond shook his head. “Nope. It’s just you and me.”

Cid laughed, punching another button before standing up fully and stretching. “Well then, if you’re going to bug the hell out of me, you might as well get some work done. C’mon.”

With that said, Cid turned away from the control panel and headed for the exit to the bridge, expecting of course, to be obeyed. Figuring he had nothing better to do, and knowing that the silence and solitude, though something he enjoyed, it would eventually get to him, Cloud followed, boots still clomping noisily against the floor. He idly wondered how Cid managed to step so quietly when it was obvious he was much heavier than him.

“Where we going?”

“I gotta run some checks on the engine, make sure she’s running alright. Don’t know what fucking ShinRa messed up on her,” answered the pilot, running a hand through his hair and dislodging the goggles as he did so.

With a frown that Cloud found attractive and almost cute on the older man, being gruff suited him, he removed the goggles, juggled the pack of cigarettes and replaced them back in their proper position. He pulled out another of the sticks of tobacco before placing the package back underneath the strap. It was all done rather unconsciously, as Cid didn’t even seem to notice he did anything. A lighter flick later and the cigarette was lit.

The very action of it all fascinated Cloud in a way he didn’t understand.

“I don’t know how you expect me to help,” responded Cloud a bit distractedly as he realized he had yet to say anything in return. “I know nothing about airships.”

“Ya know a screwdriver from a wrench, don’t ya?” questioned the pilot with a raised eyebrow. When Cloud nodded in answer, he patted the swordsman on the back rather gruffly. “Well then, you can hand me tools.”

“Oh, joy,” responded the leader sarcastically. Seriously, he was considering how he was going to handle having so much fun.

Cid didn’t respond, which again, didn’t surprise Cloud in the least. They walked in silence for a moment, the swordsman following behind the pilot until they got to the engine room. Cid pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocking the door before gesturing that the younger blond should enter first.

“You lock the door to the engine room?” questioned Cloud with a raised eyebrow. “Why?”

Cid snorted. “Damn sticky fingers Yuffie. Not to mention that damn stuffed moogle-thing likes to come in here and poke around, don’t know why. Better safe than crashin’ to bits on a mountain.”

Cloud nodded in response and stood aside, idly looking about the engine room. He would have described what he saw, if he knew what the names for any of the parts were. But he didn’t, so he worked with the best he could. There was some giant wheel with spokes and a bunch of metallic looking objects and a thermostat for something, presumably the core temperature and a few random machines that he didn’t know.

However, he did recognize the gleaming blue tool box. That he could handle.

Cid walked over to the main metallic thingy in the middle of the room and bent down, sliding his fingers between it and the floor as he lifted. What Cloud now understood to be a case, slid up and over revealing something that looked like an overgrown car engine beneath it.

Absolutely fascinated, Cloud moved to Cid’s side, looking at the contraption with wide Mako blue eyes. It was still, and for that Cloud was grateful Cid had turned off the engine. The many gears and stuff were so big that he feared he might lose an arm or something if it had actually been on.

Cid kneeled down in front of a hose attached with a clamp and eyed it critically. As he pondered, he pulled off his jacket and scarf, finding it warmer than it needed to be in the engine room. The items made a haphazard pile on the floor. Cloud felt his mouth go dry at the sight of the blue cotton material stretched over broad muscles.

The pilot then pulled off his gloves, them joining the pile before he returned his attention to the engine. He reached out a hand to examine the hose, barely touching it. The thing nearly fell off when he did so and the pilot cursed audibly.

“Hand me a wrench,” ordered the pilot without turning around.

Shrugging his shoulders in compliance and trying to shake lingering images of tousled sheets and sweat-slicked skin, Cloud moved to the tool box, rummaged around and produced said tool. He silently handed it to the older blond and watched as Cid quickly and effortlessly fixed it.

“Why aren’t you going to see Shera?” asked Cloud, suddenly insanely curious. The thought had just struck him, and he blurted it out without thinking.

Cid grunted as he gave the lug another hard turn. “Shit. Ain’t got nothing to say to that woman that she don’t already know.” Satisfied that the hose wasn’t coming loose anytime soon, Cid gave it a test wiggle and sat back, admiring his handiwork before turning his attention towards his younger ally.

“Why’s Tifa shacking up with Mr. I-Must-Atone-For-My-Sins?” questioned the pilot, imitating Vincent in a voice that didn’t sound like him at all.

Cloud snickered as he shrugged. “Might have had something to do with the fact I told her I wasn’t into women,” he suggested in a tone that sounded as if he had just informed Cid that the store was out of cigarettes.

The pilot blinked before laughing lightly. “Heh, ain’t that sumthin’?”

Cloud was surprised to find that he didn’t sound nervous in the very least… in fact… it was something more like, interest. Did he detect interest in the voice of one Captain Highwind? He decided to try a little flirting.

“Does that bother you?” he questioned, lowering the tone of his voice just a smidge. Zack had always told him that he sounded dead sexy when he did that… and the dark-haired man was perfectly straight.

Cid raised a brow, idly grabbing for a cigarette as he did so and lighting another, the old one having long gone out. Cloud was halfway fascinated by the whole process as Cid seemed to do it unconsciously. “Why the hell you think I was so surprised to find Vince and Tifa shacking it up?”

It was Cloud’s turn to gape in surprise. “You… and Vincent?” he questioned, nearly stuttering his words. The gruff pilot and the refined albeit cold ex-Turk? His brain teetered on the edge of overdrive with that revelation.

Cid waved a hand of dismissal. “Just once. Got really drunk at Gold Saucer. That stuffed moogle was buying us all the drinks we wanted. And YOU were on that date with Barret.”

Cloud put up his hands as if to ward off an evil. “It wasn’t a date, dammit!!” he snapped. “He forced me to come!”

There was a moment of complete silence as Cloud decided he might want to rethink what he just said.

“Er, I mean, uh…” he stammered a bit while Cid was making one of the weirdest faces he had ever seen on him. It was a cross between disgust, humor, and well… more disgust.

Cid sighed heavily as he waved a hand as if to clear the air. “Let’s just forget those words ever came out of your mouth.” His tone was final as he if he wasn’t going to accept any other answer.

The blond swordsman nodded. “What words?” he replied wisely, considering it the best thing he could say at the moment short of zipping his mouth closed for the rest of his life. Kami forbid words such as those ever even come near his thought pattern ever again.

“Good,” responded Cid and he left it at that. Without another word, he turned back to the engine, inspecting it once more with a critical eye. He was satisfied with what he saw and so gave a sigh of approval, stretching mildly as he stood to his feet.

Cloud raised a brow. “Are we done fixing the engine?” He didn’t make mention that he was overtly ogling the older man, eyes fixated on rippling muscle beneath an impossibly tight blue t-shirt.

The pilot shot him a look. “I’m done recalibratin’ the engine. You’re done standin’ around and looking pretty.”

“I’m not pretty,” snapped the younger man in return. He hated it when people called him pretty. He was a man, not a woman! Some tended to forget that little fact. He had been sorely tempted to go Sephiroth on a few asses!!

Cid waved a hand of dismissal as he shrugged without saying another word. He reached up and lowered the lid back over the engine, securing it with a small snap. With that done, he stood back and surveyed his work, idly wondering what he was going to do next. He didn’t relish the thought of returning to his room and just sleeping not to mention that Cloud seemed determined to stick around. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing…

“Let’s go to a bar then,” suggested Cloud just when Cid had figured out in his mind to do the very same thing. “I’ll buy.”

Cid shrugged again, a movement that seemed almost second nature to him. Cloud found it attractive, after all, when he shrugged, it was usually because he had no clue what was going on. It seemed to work most of the time.

“As long as you’re paying,” agreed the pilot, already heading for the door. Who was he to turn down free booze, especially on a night such as this night?

Mako blue eyes flickered to the pile of clothes that Cid had discarded. Though he didn’t relish the thought of seeing the blond all bundled up again, he didn’t want the pilot to forget his stuff and be forced to return to retrieve it later, thereby increasing the time between drowning themselves in liquor and standing around doing nothing.

“Don’t you want your stuff?”

Cid frowned and eyed the pile, considering the weather at the moment outside before waving a hand of dismissal. “Nah, it’s not that cold outside. Not like they’re going to disappear or anything. They’ll be fine for now.”

Cloud shrugged and followed him out of the engine room. They paused just outside so Cid could lock the door before heading for the exit, planning on the bar as their destination.

The younger man had the feeling it was going to be an interesting night. After all, one did not go to the bar with Cid Highwind without expecting a few things to happen.

***

Jeanne sighed as she eyed the clock. It was near closing time and the two blond’s sitting near the window in a booth had yet to leave. Her feet ached and her head was pounding and she wanted nothing more than to go home. But they acted as if they had no plans to go home.

She wouldn’t have minded so much, except that the young one with the shining blue eyes hadn’t spared her more than a cursory glance, avoiding all attempts to flirt with him. The older one hadn’t seemed interested either. It was depressing.

With another breathy sigh that was heard by her manager, she was sent out to their table to tell them to leave. She vaguely wondered if they even could, as much alcohol as the two had consumed. Oh well, it didn’t matter much to her as long as she could just go home.

Sauntering up to the table, she started clearing it off. “We’re closing up boys, time to head home,” she explained in a loud voice, flashing them both her most winning smile. She winked at the spiky-headed blond but received nothing in return.

The younger one shrugged as he dug into his pocket, pulling out a few gil which he then stuffed into the front pocket of her apron. “Knew it was coming sooner or later. C’mon Cid.”

Without another word, the older man nodded and the two rose from the table, managing to walk with perfectly steady feet which surprised her greatly. They walked to the door, not sparing her another glance. She could have thrown herself on the table and spread her legs and that younger guy wouldn’t have noticed.

How unsatisfying.

Huffing to herself, Jeanne continued to clear the table, idly reaching into her pocket to count the tip she had been given….

The sound of glass shattering in the main room of the bar could be heard as the poor waitress promptly passed out in shock and bewilderment.

Outside, Cid and Cloud burst out laughing, much of it having to do with the sheer amount of alcohol they had consumed between the two of them.

“How much ya tip her, Spike?” questioned Cid after hearing the sound of the glass breaking.

The younger man shrugged. “Dunno. I just grabbed some of the bigger bills without looking at ‘em. For all I know, it was a couple thousand gil.”

Cid laughed out loud again, the sound echoing through the still night air of the empty streets of the town. He clapped Cloud on the back with enough force to cause the slightly inebriated blond to stumble in his steps. “She was trying her damndest to get into your pants,” he joked.

Cloud sighed. “It really was pathetic… I should have told her I wasn’t interested but you seemed to find it so amusing.”

The pilot shook his head as he idly grabbed a cigarette, lighting it as he did so. He eyed the younger man from the corner of his eye as they walked back to the airship. After taking a much needed drag of nicotine, he decided to speak.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were flirtin’ with me,” he drawled. He was, after all, Cid Highwind, never one to back down when he saw something he wanted… unless of course he saw his attentions were unwarranted.

Cloud smirked. “Was it that obvious?” Ah, ha! The sexy voice had worked after all… he was very pleased with himself.

The pilot raised a brow and cocked his side to the side, a slightly comical motion, not quite sure if he was anticipating that answer, or if he was expecting to be shot down.

“I’ve half a mind to fuck you right now,” he responded in all seriousness, taking another drag of his cigarette, the orange fire a strange glow in the darkness around them. His gaze spoke of his intentions… and desires as well.

Heat flashed in mako blue eyes. “We could die tomorrow,” intoned Cloud, for a moment managing to kill any and all libido. “I’m inclined to let you,” he finished, salvaging the situation.
Cid growled and dropped the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his boot as he grabbed the younger man, grinding up against him and harshly pressing his lips to Cloud’s. The spiky-headed blond moaned and shamelessly reached for Cid’s tented jeans, groping him almost immediately.

Cid smirked, pulling back from the kiss. “You are, aren’t ya?” he slightly wondered aloud. “This better not be the damn alcohol talkin’.”

Cloud moaned again, fingers stroking the hard erection he felt beneath the dark green fabric of Cid’s pants. “It has about as much effect on me as Tifa suddenly appearing naked,” responded the younger blond, causing Cid to chuckle at him. “Now, where’s that damn airship?”

It was almost a demand.

It had been so long since he had found his release by a hand other than his own, having only his fantasies to fuel his fire. He wanted to take Cid back to the room and fuck him silly, or have it the other way around. Either way didn’t matter to him as long as it involved him cumming multiple times.

How was that for a reason?

Cid laughed before suddenly getting serious, his sky blue eyes darkened to a cerulean shade with his lust. “I don’t want none of that drama bullshit that comes from fucking your teammates,” he intoned.

Cloud eyed him, mako eyes glowing. “I’m not in love with you, Cid. This is purely sexual.”

The spiky-haired blond shivered when a heated gaze raked down his body, over his tight sweater turtle neck and down to the obvious bulge in his military pants.
“Good. Because I don’t love you, either. C’mon.”

He couldn’t resist the double meaning. “I plan on it,” joked Cloud.

Cid growled sexily before grabbing the younger man and stalking towards the airship, nearly dragging him as he did so. Cloud grinned in anticipation, already imagining what it would feel like to be pounded into mercilessly. Nor could he mistake the heat that he caught in the pilot’s eyes.

He had the feeling it was going to be quite a satisfying night.

***

Several gropes and kisses later found them on the Highwind heading towards the room that Cid shared with Vincent. Space was cramped on the ShinRa built airship and as such, they were still forced to share rooms like they did when they stayed at inns. They kept much the same arrangement, Yuffie and Tifa, Nanaki and Cait Sith, Barret and Cloud, and Vincent and Cid.

Along the way, the two blonds had stopped several times to grope and make out, continuously slamming each other against walls until Cid was sure that his airship was never going to be the same again. In his lust-induced haze; however, he found he didn’t particularly care at the moment.

They finally made it to the pilot’s room, Cloud shoving the older man into the wall near the door as Cid dug into his pockets for the key he was certain he kept there. As the younger man attacked his neck with a vengeance, the pilot struggled to maintain some sense of clarity. He hoped that there wouldn’t be a lot of marks in the morning… not that his scarf (where was the damn thing again?) wouldn’t cover them if need be…

It was then that the faint sound caught his ears.

“Wait,” he muttered, pushing the slightly smaller blond off of him. He strained his ears, wondering if he would hear the sound again.

Cloud frowned as he cocked his head at Cid. “What?” The sudden worry that the pilot had changed his mind flashed through him and his cock literally screamed ‘Noooooo!’ as loud as it possibly could at him. He was inclined to agree.

However, Cid just furrowed his brow, suddenly grinning when he caught the sound that had caused him to stop again.
It was most assuredly moaning, and it was coming from just beyond the door. And the moan was definitely female. Cid chuckled as a look of recognition and understanding passed over Cloud’s face, the sound wafting its way to the mako eyed male’s ears as well.

“I should have known ya weren’t the straight one,” commented Cid, shaking his head.

Cloud laughed, already moving away from the door. He could hear Vincent making murmured noises as well and found that he didn’t really want to walk in on them no more than he wanted someone to barge in on the sex fest he was about to embark on .

“I’m bout as straight as a circle, Cid. We can go to my room. I KNOW Barret left.”

The pilot said nothing more as his head continued to shake in both surprise and wonderment. He walked away from his room, already considering the many new taunts he could throw at the dark-haired man now that he was no longer drowning in his guilt. That was, until Cloud groped him again… then all thoughts of Vincent flew from his mind. Well… all the non-naughty thoughts anyways.

The visions of Vincent gasping and moaning for more beneath them… those he kept.

***

The moment they crossed the threshold into his room, Cloud decided he was going to take charge of the situation, thereby proving that he was the hornier of the two, for the time being.

First things first… he wanted a taste of the massive hard on he had felt pressed into him earlier. As the door slammed shut behind them, the blond ex-SOLDIER grabbed the pilot and pushed him up against the wall, attacking him with a fierce kiss.

Cid grunted with the impact but eagerly pushed back against his lips with as much force as he was able considering the situation. Cloud pressed himself against the older man’s body, glad that there wasn’t a big difference between their heights. Stubble grazed across his chin as they continued to kiss. But his hands trailed lower, ghosting over a t-shirt clad front and heading for the belt and buckle of the baggy dark green jeans.

His fingers brushed over the bulge in the jeans and Cid moaned against his mouth, tongue jabbing dominating past his lips. Cloud immediately tasted tobacco, and a faint hint of something else, probably the tea that the pilot was prone to drinking by the gallon. He felt a sudden urge to start guzzling it himself but decided that his foray into the arts of tea could wait until after he was done.

Cloud struggled to unbuckle the belt, emitting a cry of glee when he finally unlatched the metal and slipped the leather through the loop. The swordsman idly wondered why all of the sudden his proficiency in belts was lower than usual, but decided that was a null point considering he had finally succeeded. His hands immediately went to the button and zipper, moving as quickly as possible as Cid’s hands came up around his back, grabbing his ass and pulling Cloud hard against him.

Moments later, he was diving into the older man’s pants with his hands, fingers wrapping around his hot, silken length. He stroked Cid for a moment, rubbing a thumb over the head and swirling it about in the precum already gathered there. Hands massaged his ass as he did so. The pilot ended the kiss abruptly, only to attack his neck with a vengeance.

However, Cloud grew tired of just touching the older man and was more than ready to taste. He slowly began to kneel, getting on his knees until he was face to face with what was easily one of the most impressive cocks he had ever seen. Not wanting to waste words describing it as he would rather be tasting, Cloud stuck out his tongue and licked at a drop of precum before enveloping the entire head in his mouth.

Cid let out a cry that was a cross between a gasp and a moan before tangling his hands in Cloud’s spiky hair, surprised to find it wasn’t as stiff as he thought it was. The blond locks were actually quite soft. His thoughts abruptly derailed from their course in the next second as the swordsman took him completely into his mouth, deep throating him with a practiced ease that Cid had rarely encountered.

He swore the world turned white as pleasure coursed through him. A wet tongue stroked along the underside of his cock as Cloud slowly moved his head up and down, easily giving him the best damn blow job he had had in a long time. He couldn’t help it when his hips began to move forward and he was thrusting into the hot cavern.

Sweet lips wrapped around him tighter, nearly swallowing him whole. The dizzying pleasure almost drove him insane. He began to shamelessly buck into the mouth that was sucking him silly, hands tightening in spiky blond locks. Cloud grunted and Cid eased up on the hair pulling, feeling his toes want to curl.

Teeth scraped along his arousal as those damn tight-as-fuck lips continued to move up and down, driving him to frenzy. It had been too damn long and he couldn’t hold it back anymore, not against Cloud’s surprising skill. Cid’s back arched and he opened his mouth, letting out a string of moaned curses that he couldn’t control as he came with a deep shudder, emptying himself into the younger man’s mouth.

Cloud greedily drank down every last drop before pulling back, idly wiping his chin with the back of his hand as he smirked. Cid struggled to rein in his heavy breathing before regaining control of his post-orgasm haze. With a smirk that rivaled Cloud’s own, Cid grinned and tackled the younger man, driving them both to the floor. They fell with a resounding crash that echoed in the almost unnaturally silent room.

Almost immediately hands were everywhere, ripping off clothes and tossing them aside as Cid pressed hungry kisses to Cloud’s face and neck. He ground his quickly hardening cock against the younger man’s still clothed groin, grinning as the spiky headed blond moaned beneath him and shamelessly thrust himself upwards, fingers trying to pull off any and everywhere clothes he could.

“Fuck Cid…” moaned Cloud, though he wasn’t sure to what he was referring.

Boots were kicked to the side, clomping noisily against a far wall. A blue t-shirt made its way to the top of a lamp as pants were piled on the floor, gil coins rolling out of loosened pockets. Neither men paid any attention however, more occupied with the frenzy of heat that was developing between them.

With the younger man effectively trapped beneath him, Cid took the opportunity that was afforded to him. It was time he could call the shots. The last of their clothes made a haphazard pile and soon he was lying skin to skin with the younger man, finally able to openly ogle him without repercussion.

Cloud was a well-built man, despite his almost girlishly pretty looks. He was finely toned and heavily muscled, though not quite as bulky as Cid himself. The pilot figured he had to be to swing around that big ass sword. His skin was paler than his own and riddled with scars in some places. Cid attributed that to battle and that Hojo bastard.

May he rest in fucking torment.

But Cloud was a lean sort of guy, not at all like Barret, but he was sinfully sexy nonetheless. It was certainly enough to cause Cid’s satisfied cock to spring to life again, eagerly dripping precum as it ground respectively against Cloud’s.

Smirking to himself, Cid leaned down and latched onto a dusky nipple, nipping slightly as he fiercely sucked and teased, causing the younger man below him to writhe and moan. Fingers dug into his shoulders as they continued to rub their cocks together, copious amounts of precum already dribbling from the still unsatisfied spiky headed blond.

Feeling far too lazy and not really inclined to get up from his position on the floor, Cid decided he would use the old fashioned lube. He reached a hand between their writhing bodies and grasped Cloud firmly, stroking him with sure hard movements. The younger man gasped hand tightening on the pilot’s shoulders as he eagerly thrust up into the touch.

The older man formed a tunnel with his fist as he stroked Cloud. The movement was aided by the slickness of the precum. Fire raced up and down within the spiky haired leader’s body as Cid sucked and teased on his nipples, building up the pleasure to a crescendo. Stubble scraped along his bare skin and he found the feeling pleasantly erotic.

“Fuck Cid…” he moaned, fingers digging into Cid’s back as he bucked with abandon. “So close…” The words came out on a long drawn out groan as he let out a shuddering gasp, orgasm racing through his body. It hadn’t taken long after all. Cum shot out of his aching cock, spraying both his and Cid’s bodies with the milky white fluid and coating the pilot’s hand.

Cloud panted against the feelings coursing through him, body still writhing under Cid’s touch. The pilot grinned, bringing up his hand as he tasted the younger man’s cum. Cloud’s eyes smoldered with reawakening desire at the sight. He ground up against the blond with a quickly rising erection, his body more than eager for more.

“You are a horny bastard, ain’tcha?” questioned Cid with a raised eyebrow as he swiped the copious amount of cum off their bodies and reached between the younger blond’s legs, fingers heading straight for Cloud’s hidden entrance.

“Think you can keep up?” taunted the spiky-headed blond as he brought his legs up and wrapped them around the older man’s waist. He gasped as a finger traced circles around his puckered entrance before plunging inside, slickened by his own seed.

Cid chuckled lightly, leaning in to nip at Cloud’s neck at the younger man’s taunt. He pushed in the finger as far as he could, wiggling it around for emphasis while the blond writhed beneath him. Not wasting any time, he added a second, the tight heat that he felt wrapped around his fingers, and he desired to feel it surrounding his cock.

“We’ll just see if you handle it,” returned the pilot easily, curling his fingers so that he brushed Cloud’s prostate.

“Fuck….” hissed the younger man, thrusting down onto the digits that were stretching him and frantically seeking more stimulation. He ground his neglected cock against the hard planes of Cid’s stomach, moaning as the pilot began to stroke his sensitive gland with skilled fingers.

Cloud was writhing in ecstasy, panting with the sheer fire that was racing through his veins, so much so that he didn’t even notice the addition of the third finger. He only knew that it had been a long time since he had felt so damn good.

Rough stubble grazed along the sensitive skin of his neck as Cid curled his tongue around the shell of his ear. He turned his head to allow the older man more access as his hands released their death grip on the pilot’s shoulders and started roaming over his body, reaching down to squeeze tanned globes of flesh.

Hot breaths of air puffed over his ear as Cid’s arousal increased his breathing rate. The fingers removed himself from his ass and he resented the loss of sensation, unconsciously bucking up towards the pilot and encouraging him to keep doing what he was doing. His lust induced haze could see nothing beyond the floor and the senses that Cid was evoking in him.

Cid chuckled lightly again at Cloud’s eagerness before slicking his cock with some of Cloud’s semen remaining from his earlier climax. The precum that dribbled from his hard arousal only helped to slick his movements. He was so hard he wouldn’t have known that he had already cum.

As Cloud writhed and moaned for more stimulation beneath him, Cid guided himself to the younger man’s puckered opening and began to thrust, moaning as the head of his cock popped past the ring of muscle and slid into tight heat. Cloud’s body squeezed him almost impossibly tight, as if resisting him.

But from the look of ecstasy on the younger blond’s face, Cid knew that wasn’t the case. He doggedly pressed forward until he was completely encased within the slimmer man, propped up on his hands as legs increased in their hold around his hips. For a moment he didn’t move, just reveled in the sensation of being within the tense channel.

Until Cloud moaned in exasperation and bucked up impatiently, eager to get their coupling going. He was horny and Cid was taking far too long.

The pilot pulled out slowly before thrusting in quick and hard, causing the younger man to arch his back in pleasure and claw at his back, grabbing on for the ride. Cid knew that was what Cloud had wanted, nothing soft and sappy, but hard and fast. He set a good pace, thrusting into that welcoming heat with abandon as the younger man panted beneath him.

“Faster…” moaned Cloud, fingers again digging into Cid’s shoulders. He could feel the pilot’s thick length brushing across his prostrate, producing almost blinding pleasure and he wanted more.

“Fuck,” cursed Cid, sitting back on his heels long enough to grab Cloud’s legs and drape them over his shoulders, changing the angle of his movements and allowing him thrust more freely and harshly into that gripping channel.

Cloud’s head tossed back and forth as his fingers clutched at nothing, scrabbling against the floor. “Yesss,” he hissed as Cid took him fast and hard, pounding into him roughly with every sharp snap of his hips. Electricity raced through his body, igniting every nerve. He could feel his balls drawing up as his orgasm neared.

He had to hand it to Cid; the man was certainly skilled at seemingly everything he did.

If it were at all possible, the pilot increased the pace, clutching onto Cloud’s hips as he thrust into him and his unbelievably tight channel. He was holding hard on to his orgasm, wanting to see the younger man come first. He was rewarded for his efforts when Cloud grabbed onto his own cock and began fisting himself with abandon, pushing down against the sensation of being so completely filled.

Three strokes later and he was exploding for the second time that night in a blaze of white hot fire. The rhythmic clenching of Cloud’s inner walls was too much for the pilot who was already teetering on the edge.

“Fuck,” cursed the pilot as he gave into the tremors that shook him with great force, shooting a stream of cum into Cloud. He rocked his hips with the moment, determined to wrangle out every last good feeling he could as the younger man clenched down tightly on him.

With a final exclaimed gasp, Cid fell forward as Cloud’s legs dropped from his shoulders, the two panting noisily as they came down slowly from their post-orgasmic bliss.

“Damn…” The pilot sat back on his ass, slowly pulling out from the warm cocoon of Cloud’s body as he reached for cigarettes that weren’t there. Where had his goggles gone? And for that matter, when had he taken them off? Sky blue eyes scanned the floor for the cellophane pack, not even noticing as Cloud eyed him with a ferocious lust.

He did not even realize he was being watched as if he were the days next meal until Cloud tackled him, sending them both to the floor. Lips were on his neck, pulling at his sensitive skin with ferocity as Cloud rubbed what seemed to be a never ceasing hard cock against his stomach.

“Paybacks a bitch, Captain,” moaned the younger blond into Cid’s ears.

“You part rabbit?” questioned the pilot, instantly wrapping his arms around the spiky headed blond above him and groping on rounded globes of paler flesh.

Cloud snickered. “I want a piece of you,” he demanded, grinding down even harder against the older man.

“Can you handle it?” questioned the pilot with a raised an eyebrow.

The blond leader bit down ungently on a pebbled nibble, causing the older man to gasp as he grinned. “I think the question, Mr. Highwind, is can you?”

Cid gripped and squeezed on the ass of the man above him. “You’re welcome to try, but I refuse to lie on this floor any longer.”

The spiky-haired man snickered as he pulled himself away from the older man, cock jutting proudly and eager for attention. The pilot shook his head at Cloud’s amazing recovery ability, although he knew his own cock was starting to rise at the sight of the well toned younger man looking so horny.

Cid drug himself up from the floor, allowing the slimmer blond to push him towards the cot that served as a bed. He crawled onto the pile of disheveled blankets as Cloud rummaged in the drawer beside the bed, finally producing a bottle of lube. He, at least, wasn’t too lazy to procure such an item.

With a sexy half-grin, he toppled over on the bed, landing on top of the older pilot, quickly attacking him with his lips and tongue, encouraging at least one more round of orgasm inducing play. Spear-calloused hands eagerly ran over his body, kneading and pinching him in all his sensitive places, causing him to moan in response.

Cloud rolled on top of Cid, running his tongue along the older man’s neck, particularly over his adam’s apple and smirking at the groan of arousal that he emitted. He ground his erection against Cid’s half-hard cock, pleased to find that the blood was quickly filling the pilot’s shaft. It seemed that the older man really could keep up with his younger counter part.

Convinced that Cid was ready for him, Cloud pulled back and gestured that the older man should turn over placing him on his hands and knees in the middle of the cot. In his lusty haze, the older man readily complied, especially when a hot mouth traced down his spine, wet tongue leaving a trail of hot fire in its wake.

He dimly heard the sound of the lotion bottle opening, but it faded to nothing as Cloud firmly gripped his hardened cock, rubbing a thumb over the sensitive head and smearing it with precum. The younger man draped himself over Cid’s back, placing kisses and hot nips to the nape of his neck as he continued to stroke his cock firmly.

Cid barely noticed when the first lotion slicked finger slid into him, to busy concentrating on the firm strokes being given to his aching shaft. He even surprised himself with how horny he was feeling at the present moment. Lips pressed against his spine as he was carefully prepared, three fingers soon stretching him.

It had been awhile since he played bottom and he felt a slight burn with the addition of the third digit. Cid winced as he waited for his body to adjust, but quickly lost that emotion as Cloud’s fingers brushed against his prostrate. He pushed backwards against the feeling, desperate for more stimulation. It was taking a bit longer for his body to get that “I’m gonna cum soon!” feeling thanks to his earlier orgasms, but still he couldn’t resist the hot bursts of electricity that raced upon his veins.

Soon enough however, he felt the blunt head of Cloud’s cock pressing against his entrance… he hadn’t even realized that the fingers had been removed. hands gripped his hips as the swordsman steadied himself. The younger boy pushed into him slowly, as if he feared severely hurting the pilot.

“Dammit,” growled Cid, driving himself backwards towards the spiky-haired man’s arousal. “I ain’t made of fuckin’ glass, Cloud!”

“Heh,” commented Cloud. “Whatever the Captain orders.”

Without another word, he thrust forward in a quick snap of his hips. For a moment, Cid felt his breath stolen away from him as pleasure and pain spiraled within him. He had forgotten how it felt to be so thoroughly filled and though he relished the feeling, he also had to adjust to it.

Cloud seemed to sense his momentary discomfort and waited for him to make some sort of sign before he started moving. Cid forced himself to relax for a second before making an impatient shift with his hips. The younger blond took this as permission and began to move, rocking just inside the pilot for a moment, sliding his cock over the older man’s prostrate, before he pulled out slowly.

Another sudden movement of his hips and he drove into the older man, causing the cot beneath them to make a sound of protest that both men ignored.

“Fuck…” moaned the spiky-haired leader. “You are impossibly tight…”

“Heh,” gasped out the pilot, trying to stifle his own moans that were rapidly increasing in crescendo. “Been awhile since I played bottom…”

But his words dropped from his lips as a very unmanlike whimper escaped from his mouth. Cloud had reached around his body, leaning over and changing the angle of his thrusts at the same time he had grasped the pilot’s aching cock with a lotion-slicked hand.

He kept up his steady pace, driving into the older man with a force to rival the one that Cid had subjected him to… not that hadn’t enjoyed it. He could feel his cock swelling to epic proportions at the feel of the tightness of the pilot wrapped around him and he knew his own orgasm was close. He increased his grip on the older blond’s cock, giving the pilot a tunnel to thrust into with his hand.

For a few minutes, they only sound that could be heard was the slap of flesh of flesh, panted groans and moans, and the occasional muttered curse as both men floated on a sex bliss, neither willing to give in to that final orgasm just yet.

Cloud sped up his thrusts, hoping that the older man would come first. But the plan backfired on him, as the increased speed only made his orgasm approach that much quicker. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back as heat flooded his entire body, threatening to consume him.

Finally, the pilot moaned thickly, arching his back as he came and hissing a cursed damn in the same moment, Cloud following him over not but a millisecond later. Cum covered the swordsman hands as they both clung to the last vestiges of their orgasm, feeling nearly wrung dry from the culmination of sex rounds.

“You weren’t bad… for an old man,” gasped Cloud, collapsing down beside the older man on the bed. He was panting heavily.

“Finally feel sated?” The pilot snorted.

He rolled over, snatching the packet of cigarettes off the floor now that he had finally spotted them. He had a feeling he was going to be sore when he woke up in the morning… but it least it would be a pleasant reminder of one of the best nights of sex he had ever had. He deftly shook the package, shaking a nicotine stick out into his hand.

Cloud laughed. “Perhaps…”

“Well, ain’t that sumthin’?” commented Cid as he lit up a cigarette. He reveled in the after sex smoke, finding that he too, finally felt the cravings of horniness fading.

“You say that a lot,” said Cloud, frowning slightly as he got comfortable and slowly dropped off into an exhaustive sleep. He idly wondered how early Barret was going to return the next day, then shrugged it off, figuring if the dark-skinned man got an eyeful, he deserved it for not taking Tifa with him when he left.

He knew that the pilot wouldn’t be returning to his room anytime soon, remembering that it was presently occupied. Besides, he didn’t mind having a warm body in his bed for the night. Certainly beat sleeping alone, even if it meant nothing to him. His body still slightly tingled with the after effects of their sex session and Cloud couldn’t help but produce a half-smile.

He certainly had enough jack-off material until the next time he met a willing partner that was for sure.

Cid shot him a look, taking a deep drag of the nicotine. He idly wondered why the hell Cloud had that strange smile on his face, but shrugged it off. He didn’t particularly care.

“Is that so?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. At Cloud’s sleepy nod, he could only shrug.

***

The next morning was bright and cheery to a very sleepy, bleary-eyed Cloud Strife. He rolled over in his bed, expecting to land on a warm body, and was shocked to find that there was no one there. Rubbing a hand over his tired eyes, Cloud blinked owlishly around his room, numb brain still processing the stimuli.

Hmm… bright sun, cold room… empty bed, naked body, sore ass… dry mouth… ack! morning breath… empty room…

Yep… the pilot had evacuated the premises.

Yawning intently, Cloud rose from the bed, grimacing when he realized just how sticky he was. He didn’t even want to contemplate the sad state of his sheets. Wasn’t it too early for Cid to be up?

As he stumbled into the shower, he dimly registered the soreness in his ass and the wobbly feel to his legs. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure.

After a quick shower that involved taking care of his morning erection brought on by memories of the night before, Cloud dressed in his usual fare, actually strapping on his armor and sheathing his sword before he stepped out of the room. The airship was still eerily silent.

It was comforting in a way.

Suddenly desiring a need for some fresh air, Cloud made for the deck. He decided he would stretch and wake up in the early morning crispness, trying to clear the fog from his mind. Alcohol and sex all night didn’t do much for his clarity of thought… not that he had a lot to begin with.

Yawning again, wondering if he was going to be doing so all day, Cloud swiftly made his way through the ship, stepping through the doorway and onto the deck in record time. Blinking in the harsh sunlight, Cloud surveyed the land, surprised to find Tifa sitting by her lonesome on a rock and watching the sun come up. As he stifled yet another loud mouthed yawn he wondered if he was even going to be able to function normally that day, before leaping over the railing of the deck and making his way to the brunette’s side.

If anything, they were at least still friends, and there was nothing wrong with them sharing the rising of the sun together.

“Hey Tifa,” he said as he clambered up on the rock next to her. “Have a good night?” he asked, trying to contain the snickers from his voice.

She shot him an odd look before a smile graced her face. “I could be asking you the same question.”

Cloud shrugged. “It’s too early to be thinking,” he commented, making himself comfortable. He figured she would understand what he meant.

The brunette sighed and placed her head on her friends shoulder. She would always hold a place in her heart for the spiky-haired man, despite him being gay.

They spent a relatively peaceful moment together, just admiring the sun rise.

It was the sound of the airship’s motor coming on that disturbed their serene minute of contemplation. Both turned around, somewhat shocked, although Cloud had an idea of what was going on. He plastered a “what-the-hell-is-going-on?” look on his face, not a difficult task considering he was… well, you know.

“Cid!” They both exclaimed the pilot’s name in exactly the same moment although Cloud’s startled gasp was a bit more dramatic than he would have liked. He had to pretend that he didn’t know that Cid had never left. It wasn’t complicated.

“Well,” said Cloud, bemusement very evident in his tone. He held out an arm as if to escort her as she gave him a funny look. “Shall we go take a look?”

Tifa shook her head and took his arm. Cloud was acting stranger than usual, but she just attributed it to his eccentricness, which she loved him for, and shrugged it off. The two friends clambered down from the rock and headed for the bridge, wondering who had started up the Highwind.

***

To Cloud’s surprise, everyone had returned. He had to pretend to be surprised at Vincent’s presence so as not to give away the man’s secret, but he was genuinely shocked at Yuffie’s return. To be honest, he was quietly hoping she would get distracted and chase after someone else’s materia for a change.

Other than receiving a knowing wink from the Captain that no one else caught, the two blonds continued to act normally around each other.

This suited Cloud just fine.

But with all greetings out of the way, and everyone stating their reason as if they really had to explain it, Cloud felt one final speech was both necessary and scripted. He hoped what he had to say was inspiring and encouraging.

“This is our last battle. Our target is the North Cave. Our enemy is….. Sephiroth!” He took a step forward to emphasis his point. “So let’s move out!”

No one cheered.

He wasn’t sure if he had expected them to or not. It was food for thought.

Cid nodded in response, flipping some random switch, in fact the very same red button that Cloud had contemplated pushing earlier. As a result, panels stripped away from the exterior of the Highwind and various extensions emerged, including extra rudders and jet-propulsion engines. Grinning with glee, Cid piloted the Highwind towards the horizon.

After a few moments of happy sailing, things appeared to take a wrong turn as suddenly alarms went off, startling everyone present. Cid appeared to be struggling with the controls as the Highwind made an uncomfortable drop in altitude, coinciding with a nauseating drop in everyone’s stomach. Yuffie gulped and made a dive for the other room, face turning green as was her usual complexion anytime they took to the air.

Lucky for her Cid was too busy trying not to crash the airship to yell at her for puking on his ship.

“Augh,” growled the pilot. “Dammit… losing… control,” he huffed, frantically pressing random buttons. For once, it didn’t appear that he knew what he was doing.

It was at this point that his crew appeared from wherever they had been hiding, to take over control of the airship. Cloud found this rather amusing as they worked to wrestle their Captain away from the controls. Cid was putting up quite a fight.

Allowing a half-grin to settle on his face and chuckling lightly, the blond swordsman couldn’t help but make a comment.

“Well… ain’t that sumthin’?”

He earned a very weird look from Vincent in response.

… It was worth it.


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Whew! It’s done and boy was it fun to write.

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