Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ So, Talk ( Chapter 24 )

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Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud
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Chapter 24: So, Talk

From his hidden vantage point, Cid strained to hear what the two men were arguing about. He cursed the lousy acoustics of the cave. Sephiroth and Vincent's voices didn't carry over as well as they should. Plus, Cid was too afraid to lift his head, or peer around the rock he was hiding behind, because he didn't want Vincent to know he was snooping, didn't want the ex-Turk to think he had been deliberately following him.

But as he crouched and listened to the mumbled voices, Cid promised himself that if the silver haired General raised so much as a finger, instead of his voice, nothing would prevent him from revealing himself and going to Vincent's aid.

As it turned out, he had nothing to worry about. The two men didn't come to blows. Cid pressed his back even tighter up against the stalagmite as the whoosh of the gunman's cloak passed him as Vincent and the General made their way out. Cid held his breath and closed his eyes, as if that would somehow prevent the men from seeing him.

It must have worked, or at least he thought it had. Opening one eye, Cid took a cautionary peek. All clear…..the only sounds to be heard now was the echoing clop of the men's boots on the dirty covered stone floor as they headed towards the entrance of the vast cavern.

As soon as it went quiet, Cid slowly counted to a hundred, before deciding he had given them enough time for him to safely make his escape. He was just so grateful that he had not been discovered. But he soon realized that lady luck was not smiling down on him tonight, for as he rushed out through the mouth of the tunnel and began hurrying towards the lip of the ledge that led back down to Nibelheim, the pilot heard the low seductive tone of the man who dogged his every waking moment.

“Cid…….”

Vincent's soft tone did not hide the mild accusation and questioning. Cid pulled up short, pausing mid-step, turning back slowly to face the dark haired man. Blue eyes widened a fraction, when he saw that Vincent was not alone. Shit! The General was still with him, staring at the pilot with a small smirk on his damn face.

Both men seemed relaxed, leaning back nonchalantly against the stone wall, one either side of the entrance to the tunnel, their arms and ankles crossed. They looked as though they had been prepared to wait all night for his emergence.

Cid knew, in that instance, that they had known he was in there all along, hiding and listening to them. He wondered what they would do to him now.

“Ah….Vincent, lovely night for a stroll, eh?” He tried to make light of the whole affair. Tried to ease the friction he could feel in the very air around him. And at the same time, he tried to keep his eyes off the two men in front of him, tried to stop drinking in the vision of them, as they gazed somewhat menacingly at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

Cid couldn't do anything. All he could do was stand and stare stupidly at the pair.

Sephiroth and Vincent, two imposing men, each of whom stood an impressive height. Both gifted with slight body frames and long flowing hair. Both of them possessing fine porcelain skin, slender noses, small perfectly rounded eyes, and pale pink succulent lips. Cid couldn't help but find himself gawk at them, for both men were a vision of absolute beauty. And both were lethal.

And one was making his blood rush to a certain part of his anatomy, as Cid remembered kissing one such pair of succulent lips, and feeling one slight, trembling body. He nearly groaned… struggling to keep his suddenly growing erection at bay.

This was just bloody fantastic! They were going to think he was a pervert, as well as a peeping-tom.

How in the hell does Strife keep his damn hormones in check? Cid asked himself, willing his eager little friend to calm down, crossing his hands over in front of his expanding bulge when it wouldn't obey him. This wasn't looking good. It started to look a hell of a lot worse, when the ex-Turk pushed himself away from the wall, advancing on the blond man.

Vincent stood mere inches away from the pilot. He gazed down at Cid's bowed head, trying desperately to think of why he had allowed Cid to kiss him, why he had enjoyed the others advances, and why he had then left the pilot in such a cruel, uncaring way.

He knew that Cid liked him, desired him. And if Vincent were honest with himself, he could not deny that he felt something for the man standing before him too. But that didn't excuse the blond's following of him. It had just been a kiss. That didn't mean that the man owned him, or had any right to……..

The General, sensing that his father and Cid really needed to be alone, unfolded his arms and legs and walked by them as inconspicuously as he could. He could practically feel the sexual tension between the two men as he passed by them.

Not wanting to find out what had brought them to such a degree, Sephiroth sprinted off into the waning night, back to 7th Heaven—back to his young, expectant, husband.

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The two men waited until they had boarded the Shera, and were in the quiet comforts of the darkened captain's quarters, before they started to have their long overdue conversation.

Cid took a seat at the small dining table, turning the chair around and straddling it, resting his elbows on the low backing. A cigarette dangled between the fingers of one hand, waiting to be lit with the lighter he held in his other hand.

Vincent sunk into the only other available chair at the table. Looking around him at the sparse room, it was plainly obvious to see that Cid didn't do much entertaining in here. The ex-Turk let his eyes roam around the walls. There was nothing personal for him to look at. No pictures or ornaments to take away from the stark bareness. The room revealed nothing of the personality of the blond.

The gunman returned his gaze to study the pilot across from him, as Cid lazily lit the cigarette, drawing in a deep breath. Vincent noticed that Cid looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

As well as tired, bloodshot eyes, the man's normally clean shaven face was showing the beginnings of a beard, and his body seemed to droop in exhaustion. Cid hadn't looked disheveled like this the last time Vincent had seen him, which had been the night of the kiss.

No…. that was not right. The last time Vincent had seen Cid was the day of his son's ill fated wedding, while they had all been waiting patiently for the blushing blond haired groom to join in the ceremony.

Cid had definitely not looked so ragged then, in fact, from what Vincent could recall, he had had a hard time keeping his eyes off the pilot's body, so divinely was it presented in a crisp new suit that fitted the man's form perfectly, the short jacket stopping just above the curve of the man's delectable ass cheeks.

Vincent vaguely remembered that every time he had tried to catch Cid's eye, the pilot had glared at him, and turned away. He had wondered what had been wrong with Cid, and had been just about to go across to him and ask, when Mrs. Strife had come running out, informing Sephiroth of Cloud's condition.

Pandemonium had ensued, and when Sephiroth had leapt from the window of the boy's room, Vincent knew he had been the only one there who would be able to calm his son down, and bring him back. He had not hesitated.

He knew it had been the right thing to do. Vincent was reminded yet again of how similar he and Sephiroth were.

But after finding, and speaking with his son, after admitting all his failures to his child, Vincent hadn't been able to face anyone especially when Chaos was fighting him for control. It would have been a blood bath had the animal won and gotten loose.

When Sephiroth had left him, to return back to the boy who loved him, Vincent remained behind, alone. He had to learn to forgive himself, first, before he could continue his journey. He had to find peace. And there had only been one place he could go to, to find it…..

Lucrecia's cave.

Vincent had had plenty of time there, to think upon everything that had been happening in his life since his awakening. Sometimes he wished that AVALANCHE had never had found his coffin. He realized how lonely he was, and how desperately he was searching for a mate.

Had it been wrong of him to expect to find solace with the pilot? Cid had never openly said anything about having any feelings for him—other than the flirting and overt gestures.

Vincent should never have taken it upon himself to presume that the other man would return his affections; he should never have forced his attentions upon the pilot.

From the cold response he had gotten from Cid ever since, it was obvious the blond wasn't interested in him. If anything, Cid was angry at him. Vincent owed the airman an apology.

“About the kiss—” he began.

“You got more balls than a brass ass monkey, Valentine,” Cid huffed, stubbing out his cigarette harshly.

Vincent cringed at the bluntness of Cid's words, at the way he hammered the cigarette butt into the ashtray, each stab punctuating every word, nearly cracking the ornate crystal tray. Usually, the pilot would call him `Vince', and banter awhile with him, but not tonight. Tonight Vincent noticed that Cid wanted to have a go at him. Not that Vincent blamed him. He had put the pilot in an awkward position. He watched, solemnly, as the blond lit up another cigarette.

“Cid, I'm sorry,” Vincent finally whispered, letting Cid know that he sincerely felt terrible for leaving him in such a lurch… for leading him on.

Blowing out a puff of yellowed smoke, watching the former Turk through half lidded eyes, Cid replied, “Do you even know what you're fuckin' apologizing for?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” Vincent answered. “I should never have kissed you. It was wrong of me.”

“Yeah, it sure in the hell was,” Cid growled. “And I bet you're wishing now you never did, aren't you? Cuz now you have a new objective in sight, isn't that right? Someone else you wish to be kissing. Isn't that why you upped and left me at the bar that day? Why you went chasing after Sephiroth, like a love sick teenager at that farce of a wedding?”

“I'm sorry for leaving like that…” Vincent remorsefully shot back, failing to hear the hurt and jealously in Cid's voice. “It's just… there are some things you don't know about me and I'm… I'm terrified of what you will think, or how you will react, once you hear them.”

“And this all involves the silver haired General, doesn't it?” Cid asked, his breath catching in his throat, nervous of the answer he knew he was going to hear.

“It involves Sephiroth, yes….” Vincent admitted, slightly confused. He had been about to tell the pilot of his inner demon, Chaos. He had wanted to see what his reaction would be to his closely guarded secret. Instead, Cid had brought up his son's name.

His other secret.

“What could be so fuckin' bad about me, that you would willingly throw away something good before it even had a chance to get started, huh?” Cid shouted, smashing down the unspent remains of his second cigarette, irritated at the man sitting calmly across from him.

Was Vincent going to tell him now of his lust for the young boy's husband? Was he going to tell him that as far as he was concerned, Cid didn't stand a chance? And comparing himself to the young, tall, fit General, Cid knew it to be true.

Damn….why did the boy have to come back here to be married? Why couldn't Cloud have just eloped? Then Vincent would never have laid eyes on the boy's lover…would never have felt desire for him. And Cid would never have felt so…..dejected.

Lifting his eyes a little, Cid surveyed the dark haired man sat across from him. Vincent seemed to be struggling within himself. Probably thinking of the moral wrong he would be doing, if he did seduce the newly married man….. not that he wouldn't succeed in seducing him, Cid thought wryly.

Men tended to stray to other prospects if they weren't being satisfied while their mates were pregnant. And Sephiroth was no exception to the rule. He seemed like a man who engaged in sex—a lot.

Another painful knot of jealousy twisted in his gut. He wanted to lash out, and hurt the ex-Turk, but at the same time, he wanted to comfort him, to take away the troubled look in his haunted eyes. Before he could do anything though, Vincent pushed back his chair and walked over to the wide window of Cid's cabin, staring out into the night.

The airship was casually sailing around the city of Nibelheim. Vincent gazed down at the town, lost in his thoughts. He was suddenly afraid to tell Cid the truth about Chaos… about how he was abused by Hojo… about his vengeance…

COWARD!

Not now, Vincent silently pleaded with the demon, raising his head upwards, scrunching his eyes tightly closed. A soft keening sound escaped from his throat.

Cid stood up, slowly advancing on the ex-Turk. He didn't like to see the gunman in such turmoil. If there were something he could do, anything he could say, to make the man feel better…….

“Vincent, you know…. Perhaps you need to think about this. Maybe you should have some time alone.”

He's right… I'mright… You don't deserve to be happy… You are nothing but a patheticcoward…

“SHUT UP!”

Cid was startled by Vincent's reprimand. “Now, see here—”

“No, not you, Cid… it's… it's….. Chaos,” Vincent firmly gritted out, his eyes, flashing an eerie yellow, turning beseechingly upon the pilot, willing him to understand.

Cid almost stepped away but he stood firm.

“Yeah well….I have to agree with you there, this whole situation is a mess. I mean, fuck it Vincent, you can't go chasing after the General. He's a married man and….”

“Sephiroth?” Vincent asked, puzzled. Why did Cid keep bringing up his child's name in the conversation?

“Yeah….Sephiroth,” Cid spat, fumbling in his pockets, reaching for his third cigarette, lighting the tobacco filled stick with trembling hands, trembling caused by anger.

“What….what is your fascination with Sephiroth?” Vincent asked, watching bemused as Cid's lips clamped tightly over the cigarette as he inhaled aggressively, before quickly closing his red eyes and turning his face away from the smoke that the pilot billowed his way.

“MY FASCINATION?” Cid roared, almost choking on the next draught of smoke that he'd just swallowed, instead of exhaling. He pounded a fist at his chest, as his lungs fought for fresh air, coughing till his eyes watered. “My…..fascination?” he croaked out, bending over, trying to catch his breath.

Vincent came across to him, patting and rubbing his back, like he was looking after a child. “You really ought to be more careful you know,” he said gently, taking the still lit cigarette from Cid's unresisting fingers and squashing it out. “Or those things really will be the death of you.” And I don't think I could live with that.

Cid watched the destruction of the cigarette with smarting eyes. Heaving another lungful of oxygen, he stood up straight, pushing at Vincent, trying to put some distance between their bodies. The ex-Turk was simply too close for comfort.

Instead of pushing him away, Cid wanted nothing more than to pull Vincent towards him, into his arms. But the gunman had the hots for someone else. Hadn't he admitted as such? Begrudgingly, Cid turned away, a scowl on his face.

“Those things won't kill me,” he muttered, looking towards the crushed white cylinder dejectedly. “But if you sleep with Sephiroth, that might. And I can't imagine what it would do to Cloud, to know that his supposed friend slept with his new husband.”

“What was that?” Vincent questioned. The last words that the airman uttered had been mumbled, garbled.

Cid spun around. He'd had enough of talking. If Vincent didn't want him…fine. But let him at least have the guts to tell him to his face. “Look, I know you have something that you want to say to me, so just…..do it already, and then lets get on with the rest of our lives, eh?” he said, taking his seat again, reaching for yet another cigarette.

Vincent could hardly believe what the pilot was saying. Cid wanted to hear what he had to say? He was prepared to listen? Now Vincent felt flustered, not sure where to start. Pacing up and down the small room, he decided to go with telling everything from the very beginning.

“A long time ago, I was a bodyguard for Professor Lucrecia Crescent. To be quite honest, it was a well deserved break from being a hitman. She was a beautiful woman, and during the time that I looked after her, we fell in love. And out of that love we created a son.

“Only up until recently, I believed that child to be dead, for you see, Hojo, that bastard, had taken advantage of Lucrecia's vulnerability while being pregnant, and had convinced her to be part of an experiment, which involved the growing fetus. Without my knowledge, or consent, Lu went ahead with it. By the time I found out, it was too late for me to do any thing.” Vincent paused, the pain of the memory still hurting.

Cid stayed silent, puffing away quietly. He wondered what all this had to do with the General, and Vincent's feelings for the man. His blue eyes remained fixed on the ex-Turk, as Vincent's pacing began to get faster, more agitated.

“In the end I went to Hojo, ready to beat the living daylights out of him,” Vincent continued, his voice dropping low. “But instead, he shot me. Somehow, he knew I was coming for him, and he was ready for me. I don't remember all what he did to my dying body and frankly, I don't want to know. However, Lu found me in Hojo's lab, and dragged me to safety. She was three and a half months pregnant then. She told me…”

Vincent's voice trailed off, and he stopped pacing as he recalled the recent conversation with Lucrecia in the cave. He had to take a deep breath to calm himself, before he could carry on. “Lu told me, that in order to save my life she'd injected me with a stagnated life stream….. which evolved into Chaos being created inside me.”

“Chaos?”

“A being, an entity, trapped inside of me,” Vincent explained, his gaze desperately searching the pilot's face for any signs of disbelief, rejection. “When I lose control, the beast takes over.”

Cid, still not fully understanding what Vincent was trying to tell him, brought the subject back to what really concerned him. Pointing the lighted tip of the cigarette at the ex-Turk he asked, “Yeah but…what does all that have to do with the silver haired wonder, eh?”

“Sephiroth?”

“Yes, Sephiroth….damn it!” Cid shouted, agitated at the gunman's mocking innocence. Again, his cigarette took the brunt of his anger, being smashed into oblivion against the glass of the well used ashtray.

Vincent hung his head, his pain filled eyes looking at, but not seeing, the slightly worn carpet underfoot. His voice, when he spoke, was barely above a whisper.

“He's…….Sephirioth, he's… He is the son that I thought for so long was dead.”

Cid had learned what he wanted to know, and his heart soared at the news that the General wasn't Vincent's intended lover, but was in fact his long lost child.

Just for a split second, Cid wanted to shout his relief from the rooftops but instead, as he heard the hurt and broken voice of the ex-Turk, the only thing he really wanted to do was to comfort the other male.

Vincent didn't pull away from Cid when the pilot stood up and wrapped his arms around him, pressing himself against Vincent's rigid back. Nor did he make any protest as Cid rested his head in between Vincent's strong shoulder blades. Keeping his face turned towards the window, staring at their reflection in the glass, the gunman fought to get his words out.

“I didn't mean to hurt you, Cid.”

The pilot didn't reply.

“But….I'm sorry if the kiss made you angry. Please… forgive me?” Vincent turned in the other man's embrace. Mindful of his left hand, he tilted the blond's head up, needing to read the expression in his eyes, and gasping at the swirling pools of blue that tossed one emotion over another like waves crashing on a beach.

Cid brought his hands from around Vincent's back, and gently pulled down the collar of the ex-Turk's cloak, becoming daring as no move was made to stop the pilot from bringing his face close to Vincent's mouth.

“There is nothing to forgive,” Cid whispered, capturing Vincent's lips in a sweet tantalizing kiss. Vincent barely concealed the deep sigh that escaped him, the sound turning into a groan of pleasure, as he reciprocated to the kiss, his mouth willingly responding.

On steady feet, Cid stepped backwards, releasing his possession of the sweet, soft lips but taking hold of Vincent's hands instead, and guiding him through the semi darkness of the cabin towards the door that led off to the master bedroom.

Vincent followed like an obedient puppy.

Along the way to the bed, Cid's nimble fingers began unfastening the numerous buckles and belts that accented Vincent's lithe form. The weight of Cerberus on his hip was soon gone, as well as his cloak, both of which were dropped unceremoniously to the floor. His shirt disappeared, and his pants quickly became unbuttoned.

Vincent's brain finally decided to catch up on to what was going on with the rest of his body, and he took hold of Cid, ripping the pilot's white T-shirt off his chest as they plummeted down on top of the king size bed.

Shoes were kicked off; and pants were flung to the floor, as lips meet with rippling flesh.

Cid moaned in ecstasy when Vincent seized a raised nipple, suckling it, devouring it, before moving on to its partner. Red eyes took in passion filled blue, and Vincent was left breathless. His heart swelled at the storm of surging emotions that threatened to engulf his body.

As Vincent moved back up to taste Cid's swollen lips, their erections rubbed against each other, and soon the gunman felt a wetness smearing on his stomach, as Cid raised and lowered his hips, building friction to his manhood. The thought of the blond's pre-cum leaking over him drove Vincent insane with lust. Whispering in the pilot's ear, he timidly asked, “Where… Do you have… uh, any…”

Cid paused, trying to think of what was being asked of him, until Vincent's fingers eagerly prodded his rear. Not wanting to break either the mood or his contact with Vincent, he knew however that it was vital to retrieve the necessary item to continue with their lovemaking. Sliding away from his soon-to-be lover, Cid quickly walked into the bathroom and began rummaging around in the cupboards.

While Cid was gone, Vincent finished removing the rest of his clothes. Laying there naked, he stared at his covered left hand. It was hard to believe that underneath the gold gauntlet and black glove was an ordinary hand of flesh and blood. But it was deceiving.

There was a lot of strength in Vincent's left hand, which was the reason why he kept the claw on, to remind himself of the power he possessed, which was ready and willing to break out, unless he kept it under control.

While Vincent was lost in his musings, Cid returned and quietly ogled the exotic ex-Turk. Vincent's body truly was a work of art. From his slender hips, to his long shapely legs, his glowing scarlet eyes, and his compact hairless chest, right down to a well-hung dick. And not to mention the tight bare ass that was currently on display.

Unable to contain his excitement, Cid jumped upon the bed beside Vincent; uncapping the lubricant and squeezing a gracious amount in his hand. Then he lay back and reached between his parted legs, working his lubed fingers into his hole.

Vincent had to hold his breath after his was bounced backwards onto the mattress, watching mesmerized as Cid prepared himself.

Sitting with his back up against the headboard he gawked, his mouth half open, his eyes wide, as the pilot finger-fucked himself, first with one just finger, then adding another….and then a third. Without even being aware of doing so, Vincent took hold of his aching erection, and began pumping himself.

Cid, noticing Vincent's self administrations, took over. Removing his fingers from his body, he took a tight hold of the gunman's cock, running his hand up and down Vincent's shaft, squirting more lube with his other hand onto the hard rod, preparing it for when he was to ease it into him.

Finally ready, Cid lifted his hips and threw a leg across Vincent's mid-drift, lowering himself down carefully onto the rock solid member, letting it penetrate him slowly.

No words could describe the velvet warmth that Vincent found wrapped around his prick. His balls instantly drew up, and he forced himself to try and relax. He was notgoing to come!

The pace they set was fast. Their lovemaking was not to be dragged out, gratification needed to be immediate. They would have plenty of time for exploring their deeper passion later. But now was all about satisfying the need and want of each other.

Vincent grabbed on to Cid's waist to help him maintain a constant rhythm, but it wasn't enough. He considered it necessary to be balls deep in the luscious body atop him. Growling in his throat, Vincent reversed their positions, flinging the pilot around so his back was upon the bed, then lifting Cid's legs up over his shoulders, before driving himself further into the burning channel, keeping his left hand on the bed at all times for balance.

The sweet madness of pleasure danced in crimson orbs. Vincent was close.

So very close.

Cid gripped onto the sheets. His eyes were tightly clenched shut, breathing jaggedly through his mouth as his prostate was jolted with each and every one of Vincent's inner thrusts. The pilot's hard penis was trapped between their two firmly clasp bodies, getting stimulation at the pressing and squeezing of Vincent's up down motions.

With the enjoyment he was receiving from this, and the pleasure he was getting from Vincent invading his body, it didn't take long until Cid came, shouting out Vincent's name as his cock erupted and flooded their touching skin with his essence.

The sound of Cid vocalizing his completion, and the way his interior ass muscles clenched spasmodically around his erection, became Vincent's undoing. The airship shook as a shockwave of energy expelled from the ex-Turk. And, driven by the entity to ensure the blond would be forever his, Vincent sank his sharp fangs in the soft column of Cid's neck.

The pilot was so far gone in sexual bliss, that he didn't take any notice of the claiming bite. All he felt was the ebbing and slow deflation of his cock, as he relaxed back into the pillows, his hammering heart leisurely calming down. He had a smile upon his face from reaping his greatest reward.

Sated, and thoroughly satisfied, Vincent lay beside his new lover, softly stoking the man's powerful forearm. Cid, his eyes fluttering shut, his breathing still wild, instantly curled himself around his partner and nestled in.

Vincent kissed the top of Cid's head, and silently thanked Chaos for being quiet during their lovemaking. The beast, sometimes at least, did know when to keep its mouth shut. But then again, Chaos had gotten something out of the coupling as well.

Vincent stared with pride at the inflamed bite mark on the airman's throat. He wondered what Cid was going to say about that. He opened his mouth to ask, but realized that the pilot was already asleep, his breathing evened out, a gentle light snore emitting from his throat.

Vincent gave a contented sigh, letting the faux purring pull him under to sleep. They would be fine. They would work out their problems.

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A/N: Now, I'm sure all of you are thinking the same thing… it was about damn time Vincent and Cid got their grove on!

Do you think everything is settled between them? Now that Sephiroth knows the truth what do you think he's going to do with it? Do you know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Mitts & ArchNemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 25 oOoOo

Turning on the lamp, Sephiroth woke Cloud as he suited up.

“Cloud, baby… wake-up. We gotta go. You need to hurry and get dressed,” Sephiroth urged, fastening the last buckle on his pauldrons.

“Wha-what's wrong?” Cloud asked tiredly.

Sephiroth's heart twisted—his young husband was bone-weary. However, someone was knocking on the door. Putting a slender finger to his lips, Sephiroth silently told Cloud to keep quiet.

With Masamune in hand, Sephiroth noiselessly made his way to the living room in the blinding dark. He opened the door and grabbed whoever it was and brought Masamune around for a quick kill.