Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Ice ❯ Underwater Race ( Chapter 18 )

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Chapter 18: Underwater Race

 

“Damn! The Submarine is gone!” Cloud cursed, kicking the mangled mess of metal that was all that remained of Carry Armor.

 

“It was just a distraction…” Reeve murmured more to himself than the others. “They never meant to kill us. That creature was far too weak.”

 

Yuffie gave him a strange look, but a metallic gleam caught her eye. “Look there is another sub!” she suddenly shouted, pointing to the submarine platform. Indeed a second sub, this one a gray-ish blue color was still docked, though it swarmed with ShinRa soldiers.

 

“We're taking it by force if we have to,” Cloud said grimly gripping his sword. The others nodded in agreement as they followed their leader towards the moored aquatic vessel.

 

They forced their way onto the sub, easily dispatching with the weak outer guard. Once inside, they crawled through the tight cramped spaces to get to the control room for the sub. They did not have much time to catch up to the leader submarine with the Huge materia.

 

The commander, dressed in a red uniform was the first to notice their intrusion. He gasped at the three battle weary friends. “No, No!! This is terrible!” he shrieked, fumbling at his side for the holstered gun.

 

“We don't have much time left! I don't want to die!” one of the lesser soldiers screamed in a panicky voice; he was just a grunt and, as such, wanted nothing to do with fighting.

 

The second began to visibly shake, his teeth audibly chattering. “There's so much more I've got to do! I never even got to do my special victory dance in battle!”

 

The commander seemed to gain some composure as he struggled to take back control of his frightened crew. “All right! Then make this your first victory!! Go on, show `em!!”

 

“Yes, sir,” the two minor soldiers answered in rather weak voices, but they made no moves to attack the three friends, instead looking at them with thinly veiled fear on their faces.

 

“Remember your last training! Begin!!” shouted the commander trying again.

 

Cloud sighed and Yuffie stifled her giggles. Reeve made points to put up his daggers. Even he could handle this sort of fight without a weapon.

 

“Yes, sir!!” Still, the soldiers did not move. If one listened hard enough, the sound of their knees knocking together was plainly evident.

 

“I'm back! An' now I got no regrets!! ATT---ACK!!” the Commander ordered again, pointing a furious finger at the enemy. It was to no avail.

 

Cloud sighed again. “Just take them prisoner…” The two soldiers breathed a sigh as well, this one of relief.

 

The little ninja smiled as she pounced on the frightened soldiers, quickly tying them together with a length of rope. They would cause no more trouble on the trip, not that they'd really want to at any rate.

 

Cloud took a seat at one of the control panels and gazed at the myriad knobs and buttons. He didn't even know where to begin.

 

“Dammit! I should have brought Cid!” he cursed aloud, angrily banging his fist on the control panel.

 

It beeped at him furiously before the submarine gave a sudden shake.

 

“Don't worry! I can do this!” Reeve smiled, sliding into the empty seat next to him.

The blond and the ninja gaped at the ex-executive as he smoothly flipped switches and proceeded to move the submarine slowly out of the dock.

 

“How?” the teenager questioned, unable to complete her sentence.

 

Reeve shrugged, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You guys are slow! It took forever for you to get to Gold Saucer. I occupied my time in Wonder Square and finally learned to beat that damn submarine game.”

 

Cloud continued to gape even as the submarine began to sink into the water and headed for the small tunnel that connected the underwater dock with the open ocean.

 

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Vincent slipped his tongue inside the pilot's mouth to caress the underside of his lips as he bucked up into the man, urging him not to delay their coupling any longer.

 

“I get the point,” Cid growled when that specific thrust managed to just target his pleasure spot.

 

He leaned back to get a better balance and started slowly lowering and raising himself on Vincent's hardness. The gunman's hands moved back to their position on the blond's hips as he helped guide the other man when he thrust up into him.

 

Cid moaned audibly at the sweet pleasure that coursed through this body. Nothing compared to the feeling of being fucked by his gunman… except perhaps to be the one doing the fucking. However, that would have to wait for another time.

 

Vincent was not in much better position. From this angle, he could watch about everything that was going on. Himself disappearing inside of Cid's body, the flush of arousal that was spreading across Cid's tanned body, the play of emotions across the pilot's face.

 

“Touch yourself…” the dark-haired man commanded. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

 

Cid groaned at the thought as one of his hands crept down, wrapping around his straining erection. First he teased the small slit, rubbing the precum between his fingers. Slowly, he trailed his fingers across the hard shaft, barely touching but enough to cause him to gasp with the feeling, especially since Vincent had not halted in the steady pace of thrusting.

 

“Gods…that is arousing…” the ex-Turk muttered as he watched his pilot. The man was teasing HIMSELF.

 

“Hehe.” Cid smiled to himself, glad to hear his gunman lose his composure. He stopped teasing and completely wrapped his hand around his hardness, beginning a slow and steady stroking pace. He had to bite his lip in order not to whine like a baby at the jolts of pleasure that it gave him.

 

“This what you wanted?” the Captain asked, amazed at the breathless sound to his voice.

 

Vincent moaned but answered him, “No.”

 

“No?” Cid questioned, looking down at his lover in confusion.

 

The gunman quickly cleared that up when he took his hands off of the pilot's hips in order to give himself some leverage as he sat up and wrapped his arms around the pilot's back, so that they were face to face. He latched onto the blond's lips as his flesh hand crept up to the back of Cid's neck and pressed the man's head towards his own.

 

The pilot never stopped in his stroking and neither did the gunman stop in his thrusting. Suddenly, the whole affair had gone several steps closer to intimate. It was almost too much to take.

 

Cid wrapped his free hand in Vincent's unbound hair and pushed the gunman's head towards his own, letting him know that the ex-Turk couldn't get away from the pilot's kiss. He sped up his own stroking, the need within him building to a crescendo as he unconsciously squeezed the hard shaft that was currently fucking him senseless.

 

Vincent moaned into his mouth and the vibrations along the pilot's tongue was distinctly arousing. The gunman pulled Cid closer to him, shifting his angle yet again, thrusting into the pilot and hitting everything perfectly.

 

That was all it took. The blond's entire body seemed to shudder violently before it stopped moving entirely, the rush of sensation and pleasure all corresponding to that one spot as he came in a giant spurt, coating both of their chests with his seed.

 

They rhythmic pulsing of being inside Cid, coupled with the breathy moans that his was emitting and the closeness of their skin, and Vincent no longer had any restraint. He broke away from their kiss only to scream his release, words unintelligible issuing from his mouth. He gripped his pilot tightly, not even realizing when his claw broke Cid's skin very slightly, drawing some blood.

 

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“We did it! Great aim, Reeve!” Cloud praised the ex-executive as he watched the red submarine sink to the bottom of the ocean. “The Huge Materia should be at the bottom of the sea by now. Let's go get it!”

 

The ninja cheered, throwing a fist up into the air.

 

Suddenly, the radio on the submarine crackled to life. “… all ShinRa subs. Do you read?”

 

“Hmm?...Must be from ShinRa.” Cloud questioned, stating the obvious and looking to the radio in confusion.

 

“… Report, No. 2…”

 

“Are they talking to us?” Yuffie asked. The ex-executive nodded his head at the two, confirming her question.

 

Reeve picked up the small communication device and looked to his leader in question. Cloud nodded once and the ex-ShinRa responded to the radio.

 

“This is ShinRa No. 2… Everything's normal.”

 

“…Roger… …. Your next mission is… … Return to Junon Dock… … We will transport the Huge Materia from the airport…Those without other assignments will report for guard duty… That is all. Over and out…”

 

Reeve hung up the receiver and looked to the blond for further instructions.

 

“Junon airport… We should make it if we hurry,” Cloud mused aloud. “Forget about the Huge materia for now. It should be safe. We're climbing.”

 

“No sweat!” confirmed Reeve, inputting the proper commands into the control panel. Slowly the submarine began to climb to the surface of the ocean as the three friends waiting in silence, contemplating what ShinRa was up to now.

 

Before long, they found themselves racing across Junon and onto the airship platform. They skidded to a halt as they watched the Gelnika plane taking off right in front of their eyes. They were too late.

 

“Oh no! The Huge Materia!!” the ninja cried out, watching the plane fly off with a disappointed look in her eyes.

 

“We're going to have to go after it!” Reeve exclaimed, his eyes narrowing with anticipation.

 

“But where is it going?” Cloud asked.

 

“Where else?” Yuffie explained turning to look at them. The other two gave her blank stares, but Reeve's face lit in sudden understanding. Yuffie nodded and sighed as she turned to look at the quickly vanishing plane.

 

“Rocket Town, of course.”

 

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Vincent kissed Cid once more before slowly moving to peel their sticky bodies apart. The pilot had made quite a mess. It was then that the gunman noticed the bloody marks on his lover.

 

“Oh, God,” he breathed horrified.

 

“What?” Cid asked with confusion. Hearing horror in his lover's voice was not exactly something he wanted to hear right after they had just finished fucking like bunnies.

 

Vincent gently reached for the marks on the pilot's back to inspect the damage. The man hadn't even felt the pain until Vincent touched them.

 

“I hurt you…”

 

The Captain shrugged. “Nah. I don't even feel it. Besides…” He grinned, leaning closer towards Vincent's ear. “Give me a chance and next time I'll bite.”

 

“Don't play like that, Cid,” Vincent admonished, still running his fingers lightly over the cuts. They were shallow and would likely clot quickly, but still… it was his fault.

 

“Stop feeling all guilty and shit! That was the best sex I've had! Don't you go and angst it out on me!!” Cid cursed.

 

Vincent sighed. “I wasn't angsting,” he put in snarkily, clearly not pleased by the blond's choice of words.

 

Cid laughed slightly and pressed a quick kiss to the ex-Turk's cheek. “Yes, you were.”

 

Vincent ignored him, refusing to argue back like a child. He still felt horrible about hurting the pilot, but if Cid was fine with it, then the gunman was going to try not to worry about it too much.

 

“Eh, I need a shower,” the gunman commented as he finished moving away from Cid to slide off of the bed.

 

“You go ahead first,” the blond muttered, reaching for his cigarettes. It had become his habit to smoke afterwards.

 

“Alone?” the ex-Turk questioned with a cocked eyebrow.

 

“Uh…I'll…join you in a minute…” Cid added, surprised that Vincent had even asked. They hadn't showered together yet, it seemed like something that went farther than just being fuck buddies. The two had reconciled after their silent but angry fight from before. However, the terms of their relationship hadn't been discussed yet.

 

Vincent nodded his head and went into the bathroom. As the Captain lit up his cigarette, he heard the sound of the water running and smiled softly to himself.

 

Damn gunman was getting a firm grip on his heart, and the pilot wasn't sure if he was ready to let go yet. There was so much he didn't know about the ex-Turk including what Vincent didn't know himself. Cid wasn't even sure what it was that the gunman wanted on his own. It wouldn't do for the pilot to get attached too early and set himself up for heartbreak later on. He didn't want to repeat another Kyle that's for sure…hmm… now that's a name he hadn't thought about in a while.

 

The blond groaned as he put out his cigarette; it suddenly tasted just like ash rather than the delicious nicotine. He tried to push memories of violet-eyed brunette's out of his mind as he climbed to his feet and tiptoed towards the bathroom. After all, there was a naked dark-haired beauty waiting for him underneath a spray of water. What else could a pilot ask for?

 

A sudden knock at his door disrupted his plans. Cursing to himself, he found a robe and threw it over his nakedness before stomping over to the door and pulling it out, managing to growl out a violent, “What?”

 

It was Barret. “Cloud called. We gotta get them at Junon and rush to Rocket Town.”

 

Cid started to wave his hands in dismissal. “Then go tell the actual pilot! I'm on vacation…wait…” he peered at Barret who had just noticed his semi-dressed state and was appearing to fluster. “Did you say Rocket Town?”

 

“ Yeah. ShinRa's taking the Huge Materia and they're going to use the Rocket.”

 

“No, the hell they ain't!” the Captain spluttered angrily, shouting at the dark-skinned man though he was just the messenger. “Tell that bloody pilot to use max speed and tell that spiky haired idiot that I'm coming too and he better not leave me behind!” Cid made as if to slam the door in Barret's face.

 

“Wait!” Barret said. Cid halted in his action. “Have you seen Vincent? Cloud wanted me to tell him to come.”

 

“No,” the blond muttered crossly. “But if I see him, I'll tell him.” He slammed the door in Barret's face and stormed into his room. He kicked at his desk angrily, instantly regretting the action when pain lanced through his foot.

 

So ShinRa thought they could do whatever they damn well pleased with his rocket? Well, he'll see about that!!

 

“Cid?” Vincent's voice echoed in the silence of the room as he peeked his head out of the bathroom. He eyes widened when he saw the pilot pacing the room angrily, muttering to himself.

 

“Cid?” the ex-Turk questioned again as he grabbed a towel out of the bathroom and wrapped it around his waist.

 

“Cloud is looking for you,” the pilot muttered without looking up.

 

“They are back already?” Vincent asked, generally surprised. No sooner had those words exited his mouth did he feel the airship begin to make a descent for landing.

 

“They are now. ShinRa's got the last Huge Materia and they're heading for Rocket Town.”

 

The gunman frowned. “Why on Earth would they be going there?”

”Why the fuck else?” Cid screamed, nearly tearing out his hair in frustration. “Dammit! Fucking ShinRa doing everything they can to destroy my dreams and now they want to take my last chance at the stars? Hell no!!”

 

Vincent frowned again. That still didn't explain why Cloud wanted to take Vincent and not Cid. He mused inwardly as he searched the room for his clothes. Last night they had been haphazardly thrown in various directions in their hurry to get undressed and into bed. He found his cloak thrown over a chair, his pants tossed back behind the door, his shirt under the bed and his boots far from each other, what a mess!

 

The airship shuddered once as the actual pilot made a slightly less than perfect landing but managed to at least place it down without throwing them off their feet.

 

“Why didn't Cloud tell you to come then?” the gunman questioned finally as he finished dressing.

 

“Hell if I should know. But if he thinks I am staying behind here, he is dead wrong!!” Cid muttered. He stopped his frantic pacing and started heading for the bathroom, grabbing up clothes and such on his way.

 

Vincent moved so quickly he was surprised that he had even shifted positions himself. He intercepted Cid on his way to the bathroom and grabbed the angry pilot by the shoulders, kissing him deeply. The blond seemed to relax slightly under his touch though the tenseness in his shoulders did not ease.

 

After a moment, the ex-Turk pulled back from the kiss and gave the other man a small smile. “I'm going to go meet with Cloud and see if I can stall him.”

 

With those words, Vincent walked away from Cid and headed for the door, peering out furtively before he opened it and strode down the hall.

 

The pilot still stood stunned where the dark-haired man had left him. The gunman had effectively stopped his angry rampage with just the one kiss. He still felt angry but had calmed somewhat, now able to think more rationally, despite the raging hard on he had now developed. Damn! Two sex-filled romps one right after the other and he still couldn't get enough of the dark-haired gunman.

 

Cid sighed as he finally made himself move, heading for the shower. He was quickly losing his heart to the ex-Turk. And that terrified him.

 

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