Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Ice ❯ Rising Desires ( Chapter 6 )

(This means inner thought)

 

Chapter 6: Rising Desires

 

All in all, Vincent could say that for the first time since he had been awoken from his coffin, he had fun, or something close to it. From winning all the prizes at the Speed event, to winning lots of GP, and finally now, eating and drinking with Cid at the restaurant, he had an enjoyable night.

 

Full of food, arms stuffed with prizes, and a small amount of liquor, not too much though, the two finally made their way back to the hotel and the small room that they had to share. Again, Cid was the only one who did not fear the gunman and now they were official roomies.

 

Vincent wasn't sure how it happened. One minute they were dumping their winnings on the floor of the hotel room, getting ready to crawl sleepily between the sheets, the next, he was attacking Cid with his mouth, kissing him as if they were going to die tomorrow. He remembered the feel of the pilot's mouth well, from the first kiss, and had desired another taste ever since.

 

He had been trying to push away his feelings, mostly because he did not understand them. He liked men (and women), but not men like Cid Highwind, so he did not understand where the sudden attraction for the foul-mouthed pilot had come from. All he knew was that his nights were filled with dreams of them doing the most erotic things.

 

Vincent moaned slightly when Cid opened his mouth to let him in, his calloused mechanic hands finding a rest on Vincent's chest. His fingers danced over the smooth fabric of the gunman's shirt, before reaching upward for the clasps that held the cloak in place.

 

It was the unsnapping of the first button on his cloak that brought Vincent out of his desire-induced fog. He jerked his head back from Cid, giving him a slight push away from him as he gathered his cloak tight around him.

 

“What the hell have you done to me?” demanded Vincent, crimson eyes flashing.

 

“Me, what did I do? You kissed me this time, Vin, not the other way around.” Cid flushed, face darkening with both anger and embarrassment, especially since he was sporting a painfully hard erection now.

 

“You have cast a spell on me or something, I just know it!” Vincent snarled as he began to pace. “Ever since that night, your face, your touch, it haunts me and I can think of nothing but to touch you!” he spat angrily, directing a glare at the pilot who could only look at him dumbfounded.

 

“Me? I can build a damn plane but love spells, not my thing,” Cid said, shaking his head in denial. “Besides, I thought it was you doing something to me!”

 

“I don't sleep with men!” Vincent spat angrily, stopping in his pacing to glare at Cid. He knew it was an utter lie but he was trying desperately to gain control of himself and the situation.

 

“Well, you certainly want to right now,” pointed out Cid accusingly, gesturing to Vincent's barely visible erection.

 

The gunman cursed in words that Cid did not understand before he turned and strode up to the pilot, getting in his face. “This is your fault!” he hissed.

 

“Look, Vince,” Cid began, trying to ignore the angry look in Vincent's crimson eyes. “If it is a love spell, the only way to break it is to-”

 

“How would you know, Highwind? Unless it was you who did it?” the red-eyed man accused, interrupting Cid.

 

“… give into the emotions,” the blonde finished on a mumble. “Know what? Fuck you, Vince!” cursed Cid, turning his back on the gunman and stalking over to his bed. “Never shoulda tried to give a damn,” he muttered to himself as he flopped onto the bed, back to the furious gunman.

 

Vincent stood there, barely able to control his livid shaking. He wasn't so much angry as he was intensely aroused, slightly drunk, and unable to do anything about the annoying and confusing feelings that were flooding through his body. He clenched his fists in an attempt to gain control of his body. He was not going to give in… he was not going to give in… he was not going to give in…

 

Ah, hell!

 

He ignored the back of his mind as it screamed at him to deny himself the pleasure of anything as he swiftly made his way to Cid's bed and wrapped his arms around the pilot and kissed the back of his neck. The blonde's skin felt warm against his lips and sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel his arousal getting stronger.

 

“No,” Cid commanded coldly, “get away from me.” However, he made no efforts to push Vincent away.

 

“You don't mean that…” Vincent said softly, trailing gentle kisses along the back of Cid's neck, trying to work his way around front. “You want to get rid of the spell, right?”

 

Cid growled but could not ignore the heat that rushed through his body at the feel of Vincent's lips against his own. For the normally subdued and quiet gunman, this was a major character switch. Perhaps, there really was a love spell in effect… or maybe it was something far more powerful. He turned over quickly, surprising Vincent, and latched his lips on the gunman's. He felt a small jolt race through his body at their touch, not like electricity, but something more erotic.

 

Vincent eagerly returned the sensual kiss, pressing himself against the pilot's body and rubbing their groins together. Both men were already hard. The crimson-eyed man balanced himself using his claw arm, too afraid of hurting him to touch Cid with it, as he used his flesh hand to begin prying the clothes off of the pilot's body.

 

He devoured the blonde's mouth hungrily, delighting in the feel and taste of flesh against flesh. It seemed so long since he had last had any type of physical contact other than those previous two kisses. Thirty long years in fact…

 

Cid's own hands were roaming up and down Vincent's body, trying to remove clothes, unbuckling clasps and undoing belts. He was cursing in his mind as he fumbled with the many straps, buttons, and clasps. Why in hell did a man need so many of the damn things?

 

Vincent's mouth suddenly moved away, trailing kisses from his lips to his chin and nibbling down his neck until he got to the sensitive area of his collarbone. Cid could only moan quietly at the sparkling feelings that raced down his spine at the gunman's touch.

 

Cid gave a small shout of victory when he finally got the damn cloak free from Vincent's body and pushed it off. Soon the belt followed and it became much easier to remove his clothes. But in trying to undress each other at the same time their limbs became tangled along with their clothes.

 

A sense of urgency set in and the two men reluctantly broke apart, ripping off their own clothes. Cloaks, jackets and pants went flying in all directions as they sought to quickly make themselves nude.

 

Cid could only help but gasp at the beauty of Vincent's body despite the many scars that he saw. All because of that damn Hojo, or so he had heard. Vincent didn't speak of it much and Cid wasn't the type to pry. Other than the scars, Vincent had smooth ivory skin and, being the lean guy that he was, not a trace of fat anywhere on him.

 

He finally found himself completely unclothed and pounced on Vincent, his desire for the raven-haired beauty overriding everything else. He wrapped an arm around the gunman and latched onto his lips, pressing insistently into his mouth. He curled his other hand into Vincent's hair, pulling out the headband so the dark tresses fell free and he could tangle it around his fingers. It was silky and soft to the touch.

 

Vincent pressed himself against Cid, all other thoughts abandoned as all that mattered to him was every touch, every caress. He rubbed his groin into Cid, moaning as their erection's touched and sent shocking waves of pleasure throughout his body. He reached out with his flesh hand and grabbed onto Cid's arousal, stroking it. Cid moaned as he sucked on Vincent's tongue, delighting in the feel of the gunman's hand.

 

“You realize,” started Vincent, his voice little more than a breathy gasp, as he pulled back to look into Cid's eyes, “that I am seme.”

 

“Then you have… done this before?” Cid asked, eyes widened.

 

Vincent narrowed his eyes, not answering the question.

 

Cid waved his hand in dismissal even as Vincent stroked along his length again, drawing out a breathy moan. “Fine… I don't care… just fuck me.”

 

“Don't have to ask twice,” Vincent growled as he pressed forward into Cid, knocking him off balance so that he fell backwards onto the bed behind him. Vincent came crashing down on top of him and for a moment they were pressed one on top of the other, skin against skin.

 

Vincent edged one leg in between Cid's, parting his thighs even as his mouth devoured the pilot's. He started to trail away his kisses, nipping lightly as he worked down his chin, neck and collarbone. Cid writhed beneath him, hands outstretched, searching, touching on whatever he could grab.

 

Calloused fingers pinched hardened nipples as another hand ran itself through silky black hair. Cid loved the feel of Vincent's hair against his skin.

 

With a great heave, Vincent put his hands under Cid's body and moved him further up onto the bed, Cid helping by shifting his weight.

 

Their movements were becoming more frenzied as their desire only heightened for each other; touches were more insistent.

 

Pressing his claw gently against Cid's chest to hold him down, Vincent sat up slightly, trailing one finger down the pilot's body as he knelt between his legs. Finally coming to a halt at Cid's arousal, he wrapped his hand firmly around it as he bent over ever so slowly, mouth hovering over it. Cid moaned with the feeling, hands clutching at the sheets. He could feel Vincent's warm breath on his cock and it felt SO good.

 

He licked it once, gently, and Cid's hips nearly came off the bed with the feeling. Vincent had to hold back a smile as he pressed firmly down on him, holding him in place. Taking pity on the gasping pilot, Vincent wrapped his mouth around his entire length, sucking and licking as the blonde squirmed beneath him. He let go of his cock and reached up, placing his fingers near Cid's mouth.

 

Without question or prompting, Cid took them in his mouth, sucking gently, tongue flicking over them. Once he felt they were sufficiently coated, he removed them and brought them down towards Cid's entrance. While he pleasured Cid with his mouth, he slowly pressed one saliva coated finger past the tight ring of muscle, stretching him, preparing him for something much larger.

 

Slowly, carefully, he added another finger, and then a third, moving them around, feeling for that special muscle that would send Cid into a frenzy. He knew he had found it Cid arched up off the bed, emitting a sharp gasp and erupting into a string of curses.

 

Smiling despite himself, Vincent continued to see to Cid's needs until he came, erupting in a spurt of creamy seed that Vincent just managed to catch in his mouth without swallowing.

 

He removed his fingers from Cid, who protested with a minor whimper, and spat Cid's seed into his hand. Slowly, he coated his own achingly hard erection with the combination of spit and semen.

 

“Wha? That's it?” questioned Cid, blinking up at Vincent. His voice was slurred from having just experienced his release.

 

The gunman shook his head. “I have only just begun.” He put his hands on Cid's legs, spreading them further as he positioned himself at Cid's entrance.

 

“This will hurt, but only for a minute before it becomes nothing but pleasure,” Vincent warned, crimson eyes locking onto Cid's.

 

Closing his eyes, Cid nodded. “Just do it.”

 

Vincent nodded and slowly began to press into Cid. He had to stifle back a moan at the feeling of being surrounded by the warmth offered by Cid's body. Below him, Cid's face scrunched up with discomfort and tinges of pain. Not wanting to hurt him more than necessary, Vincent pushed into Cid completely in one quick thrust.

 

Cid groaned but did nothing else. The pain was intense at first, but the feeling of being filled completely was uncomfortable then began to turn pleasurable. For a moment Vincent just sat there, eyes closed as he savored the intense sensation of being sheathed within Cid. It was then that he realized Vincent was waiting for a sign from him.

 

Shifting his hips slightly, Cid pressed himself downward, letting the gunman know that he was ready. Vincent pulled out slowly, almost achingly slowly, before he thrust back in again, picking up the pace carefully. He moaned when he felt the heat spreading all through him. The sensations were all too much for him to handle, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

 

Suddenly, Vincent shifted his position and weight slightly, angling himself differently. He thrust downwards and Cid screamed with the pleasure, his hips bucking upwards to meet Vincent's thrust.

 

Vincent smiled. “I take it you like?”

 

“Fuck, don't stop, Vince,” moaned Cid as he almost immediately felt himself harden completely once more.

 

Vincent nodded, unable to speak as he lost himself in the pleasure of thrusting in and out of Cid. He was so tight around him, squeezing his length.

 

He increased the tempo of his thrusting as Cid rose to meet him each time. Their bodies moved in tandem, lost to the waves of pleasure that arose within them, racing like fire.

 

He wrapped his claw around the sheets, not trusting himself to touch Cid's body with it as he gripped onto Cid's arousal, pumping him to the beat of their thrusts.

 

The sound of flesh hitting flesh, coupled with their intermittent groans and moans was almost too much for Cid to bear. Not to mention the feeling of being filled and stroked all in the same motion. He felt himself nearing to his second orgasm for the day. The pleasure was so intense; he swore he felt like he was losing himself.

 

Vincent was not faring much better. His breathing had become ragged and it took most of his concentration not to grab onto Cid with his clawed arm and pound into him senselessly.

 

Finally, Cid screamed with the force of his orgasm, cumming for the second time that night. Vincent followed seconds later, giving in to the pleasurable sensations enacted by the spasming of Cid around him. He moaned as his seed filled Cid.

 

Gasping tiredly, he collapsed on Cid's chest. For a moment, neither of them moved, just relaxed in the afterglow.

 

Finally, using the last bits of his strength, Vincent pulled out of Cid and rolled over to the side, his weight off the pilot. He lay next to him on the bed, eyes closing on their own accord.

 

Cid shifted, rolling over on his side to curl up next to Vincent. For some reason, this did not bother the gunman. He smiled slightly as he slipped one arm around the pilot. He felt himself drifting off into sleep, following the already softly snoring Cid.

 

 

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“Hey, Vincent! Cid! Cloud says to get your asses moving `cause we all leavin' today!!” Yuffie's screeching annoying voice loudly transcended the thick wood that served as the door to their room in the hotel.

 

Vincent jerked awake, slightly disorientated. He tried to get up but felt a heavy warm weight on his side and over his legs. Blinking blearily, Vincent tried to discern what the hell was going on.

 

A manly groan immediately drew his attention. The weight on him shifted and he found himself looking into a pair of sky blue eyes. Then it all came crashing back as he remembered what happened last night.

 

The two of them together… Cid crying out in ecstasy beneath him… falling asleep in each other's arms…

 

The sudden realization of what happened was too much for Vincent. He moved, determined to get out of the bed as quickly as possible. He was halted by a firm grip on his arm as he fell, crashing back into the bed. He landed on top of the blonde pilot who subsequently wrapped both his arms around Vincent, pinning his arms to his sides.

 

“Where the hell do you think yer goin'?” the pilot demanded in a gruff but sleepy voice.

 

“Strife has called for us,” Vincent answered coolly, “We are all leaving today.”

 

“Who cares? You aren't goin' nowhere until we talk this out.”

 

“There is nothing to talk about,” the gunman said carefully, struggling to pull free from Cid's grasp.

 

“If that was true then you wouldn't have tried to bolt from the bed like a Marlboro was on your tail!”

 

“Let me go, Highwind.”

 

“Oh, back to last names again are we?”

 

Vincent was silent. He did not want to respond to Cid's prying questions. In truth, his mind was still replaying the images from last night over and over in his head. That and the close proximity to Cid's still naked body was making him feel hot all over. He had thought last night that afterwards, there would not be anything more between them. Boy, had he been wrong.

 

“Why are you trying to deny it, Vince?”

 

“Don't call me that.”

 

“Quit avoiding the question.”

 

Vincent sighed. “Strife will be highly annoyed.”

 

“Like you give a fuck what he thinks. I'm not letting you go until you answer my questions.”

 

Vincent was silent for a moment, a swirl of emotions running through his mind. He had thoroughly enjoyed last night, more so than he had ever thought he would, and that scared him. He was confused and was not sure what to think. With Cid demanding answers, he felt as if he were locked into a corner. He needed time to think and Cid wasn't giving it to him. So he said the only thing he knew that would grant him space.

 

“It was nothing, Highwind, now let me go.” His voice was cold; he had erased any trace of emotion in it.

 

Cid released his iron grip in shock and Vincent took that opportunity to scramble away from him and off the bed. He avoided looking into the pilot's eyes as he searched the floor for his clothing, wanting to put some type of layer between them.

 

Cid stared at him, slack-jawed, trying to figure out what he was going to say. After a moment or two of uncomfortable silence, Cid got up from the bed, angrily searching the ground for his clothes as well.

 

“Nothing, huh?” he said softly, his voice tinged with hurt and anger.

 

“Don't put emotion where there was none, Highwind,” commented Vincent coolly. He had yet to look at the pilot as he dressed, instead staring either at the ground or out the window, avoiding those sky blue eyes.

 

“You are a fucking liar, Vincent, and you know it,” Cid swore, angrily pulling up his jeans and zipping them up, albeit carefully. He searched the ground for his goggles and scarf, angrily scooping them up.

 

Vincent shrugged his shoulders, attempting nonchalance and pulling it off well, “It was a love spell gone awry, Highwind, get over it.”

 

He still hadn't looked at Cid, so he didn't see all the color drain out of Cid's face only to be replaced with the red of anger.

 

He only felt the fist slam into his face as an angry pilot stomped past him, muttering curses. The door swung open and slammed shut, leaving Vincent alone in the room, rubbing his sore chin and licking the blood off his lips.

 

(It was for the best) Or so he tried to convince himself. At this point, not understanding anything, the two men didn't need that distraction, that worry.

 

So why did it hurt so much?

 

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