This story is a request made by
akare_kay on livejournal and a first try at these two...
was woken up from a very pleasant dream featuring two naked Cids by
one very loud and grumpy one banging trough the kitchen.He tried to
ignore it, so very much, but that was impossible on a good day. On a
day like today though... Sighing, he got out of bed not bothering to
put anything on. It had taken quite a while to get used to walking
aroud without a cape, then followed by the shirt, boots and pants.
There was nothing to be done about his left hand but Cid said it
looked dangerously hot when it was the only thing he was wearing so
he stopped worrying about it. Eventually.
Slowly going down the
stairs, Vincent tried to think of a reason for a wake up call so loud
but couldn't come up with anything. Shrugging his shoulders he faced
the chaotic battlefield that was the kitchen. Cid had managed to drag
everything out; the pots, pans, plates, glasses, even food from the
- Cid? What are you doing? - there was a stream of loud
curses when the blond pilot managed to bang his head on one of the
- Dammit Vinnie, don't sneak up on me like that!
Maybe if you didn't make so much noise you would have heard me -
Another creative stream of curses was Cid's only reply. - What are
- Looking for Tifa's chocolate chip cookies. - Another
thud but it wasn't the pilot's head this time.
- There aren't any,
you ate them all yesterday morning. - Silence. Vincent stared trough
the window at nothing.
- Vincent? - The gunman turned to look at
- Yes Cid?
- Why are you naked? - Cid had three
'moods' when it came to sex; 'fuck me senseless', 'i wanna fuck you
senseless' and 'let's fuck each other senseless'.
- Because you
said you wished I would always walk naked around the house - was his
calm response and that was most definitely an 'i'll fuck you
Vincent was slammed against the
wall, the rough surface scraping his back. There was a hand in his
hair, pulling at the long black strands and the other squeezing his
ass hard enough to leave bruises. Cid moved his foot in a way that
made him spread his legs and lose balance until a strong thigh filled
the gap and the ex-Turk couldn't resist pushing against it, rubbing
his cock in a manner that made him growl. Their mouths were devouring
each other, licking, biting, sucking.
Vincent loved when Cid was
in control. He gave it up gladly because then the sex was always
fast, hot and almost brutal.
When they separated to take a breath
the shorter man pulled him by the hair and lead him to the middle of
the kitchen to their cluttered kitchen table. It was cleaned in one
swift motion and then Vincent was roughly pushed down on it, face
first. He was panting so hard already just from the fact that he was
there, completely naked with the other man completely dressed, and he
grabbed the table adding another set of claw marks to the already
- Fuck, how I love you spread on that table - was
the growled remark and then there were fingers pressing inside,
stretching him. Vincent hissed at the sting of first two, then three
fingers but moved to get them even deeper because that meant Cid
would get inside him faster and the pain was a delicious bonus.
was panting and gasping above him, still completely dressed, cursing
and murmuring words like 'fuck', 'hot', 'tight', 'beautiful'. Vincent
whimpered in protest when the fingers disappeared but moaned in
delight when a thick, blunt heat pressed inside him in one smooth
motion. He was growling and moaning, barely breathing and clawing at
the table tat was digging uncomfortably at his hips every time Cid
pounded inside him furiously. He was unrelenting and it couldn't
last, not at that pace and the usually quiet Vincent screamed his
release followed closely by the groan from the pilot. Cid sagged
against him, pressing his boneless body even further into the
- Cid...off... - he managed between gasps. A grunt and the
weight of the other mans body was slowly eased. The pale skinned man
felt heavenly, completely relaxed with the air cooling his skin and
come trickling slowly down his thighs. He wouldn't move even if he
- Damn, I really do love you spread on that table - It was
a sigh followed by a light smack on the ass that made him jump. -
I'll be back sometime tonight - he said and then was gone. Vincent
remained motionless until his breathing calmed then slowly, mindful
of his sore body, got up. Everything ached but it was a good ache. It
had been a while since Cid was this enthusiastic. He smiled, just a
slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, really, then grabbed his
phone pressing four on the speed dial. Waiting for Tifa to answer he
made his way to the bedroom to put something on. There was no point
in walking around naked if it wasn't appreciated. He was just opening
the closed when Tifa picked up.
- Vincent! - He smiled again at
her enthusiasm. Well, that twitch again, really.
- Hello Tifa -
was a much calmer reply.
- What can I do for you? Cloud's not
- I don't need to speak to Cloud, I need your chocolate chip
cookies. - Silence. - Tifa? - There was a strange choking sound
coming from the other side of the line. - Are you alright?
fine. You want my chocolate chip recipe? - she sounded surprised and
- Why? - came the bewildered question.
Because Cid wanted chocolate chip cookies - More silence
followed that statement and then there was an understanding 'Ah'.
I'll send Cloud with the recipe, detailed instructions and
everything you will need. Call me if you don't understand something,
- Yes Tifa, thank you.
- No thanks needed. Just let
me know how it went later.
- Very well. Goodbye.
He hung up, put on some light pants then went back
down to clean up the kitchen while he waited for
knew something was strange the moment the house was in sight. For
one, the living room was dark which was almost reason enough to panic
because every night when he came home Vinnie would be there, sitting
in his favorite old chair and read one book after another. The living
room was dark which meant that Vinnie was not there. A closer
inspection of their home revealed that the kitchen light was on.
Vinnie never went to the kitchen long enough to require turning the
lights on. Cid was the cook in their family.
He sneaked, well,
more like just approached the house carefully and silently
opened the front door making sure they didn't creak, prepared in case
someone decided to attack him. The smell hit him so suddenly it made
him stumble. He closed his eyes and holding the door to keep himself
steady, Cid inhaled the heavenly aroma spreading trough the house.
Cookies! Tifa was baking cookies. In his house.
He folowed the
smell and the familiar path to the kitchen only to be startled by a
loud sound of something metal hitting the floor and a stream of
curses that put even some of Cid's own to shame. Cid grinned,
satisfied he had such an influence on the gunman. But wait a minute?!
If Tifa was baking, why was Vinnie cursing? Running the rest of the
way he reached the kitchen only to freeze at the sight that greeted
The kitchen was a site of pure and ultimate chaos. Platters
and bowls filled to the brim with cookies covered every available
surface of the kitchen except for the table which was too clawed up
to hold anything without it falling over. And in the middle of it all
was Vincent, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants that rode
low on his hip, all pale skin and black hair, both wearing flour and
cookie dough stains, holding a tray of freshly baked cookies in his
left hand. He was stunning.
- Oh, you're back -
there was that twitch at the corner of the taller man's mouth that
represented a smile. Cid just stared, open mouthed
- What - he cut
himself off and cleared his throat and tried again. - What are you
doing? - It was a stupid question but he got an answer anyway.
Baking. I asked Tifa for the recipe but got carried away. There are
chocolate chip, double chocolate chip, apple, almond and raisin
cookies - It was all stated calmly and Cid did an amazing impression
of a fish, his mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out. When
they finally closed with a snap Cid took a deep breath, shaking his
had in an attempt to clear it.
- Why did you do this? - he asked,
shocked. Vincent just shrugged his shoulders.
- You wanted cookies
- It was that simple.
Cid pounced. Again.
Vincent dropped the
tray he was holding when Cid grabbed him by the hair and pulled him
down for a kiss. The ex-Turk was taller and definitely stronger but
he always allowed the blond to take control when he wanted it. That
submissiveness in someone usually so dangerous and controlled was
intoxicating. Add to that that the man was half naked in a kitchen
full of freshly baked cookies...It drove the pilot mad and for
the second time that day He pushed Vincent down on that table face
One hand pulled the sweatpants down while the other touched
as much of that pale skin as possible. They were both already panting
and for someone so quiet Vinnie sure was loud during sex.
spied a bottle of cooking oil making the gunman growl in protest when
he left to retrieve it. Cid laughed and uncapped the bottle, pouring
oil on his fingers which he then pressed inside the other man without
warning. Vincent screamed his pleasure and Cid laughed again roughly
finger fucking that amazing pale ass, undoing his own pants with the
other hand. Pulling the fingers out he poured oil on his cock,
hissing at the feeling og cold liquid touching his overheated cock
and then he was pressing inside that velvety heat that was Vincent.
He didn't stop to let the gunman adjust, but started a fast and hard
pounding that had the man under him moaning and whimpering. Pressing
even closer to that thin pale body he found that Vincent smelled of
cookies and that was it.
One hand wrapped around Vinnie's cock,
stroking in sync with his thrusts. Slamming in one final time Cid bit
down on a patch of skin that had a smear of cookie dough and came.
Vincent screamed his release and clamped down on the still hard cock
he was impaled on.
Cid pulled gently out, separating from Vincent
long enough to slide them both to the cold tile floor, pulling the
other man back to chest when he leaned on the first available
surface. When their breathing slowed somewhat the pilot grabbed one
of the bowls and tasted one of the cookies. I was...it
was...perfection. he hummed contentedly and Vinnie turned around in
between his legs to look at him. Cid realized that the ex-Turk was
It was funny actually. The other man survived Hojo,
experiments and Sephiroth, twice, but was nervous about his cookies.
It wasn't funny, It was amazingly adorable. Not that he would ever
say anything out loud.
- Well? - was the anxious question and Cid
- Better than Tifa's - he answered truthfully and this
time the smile was more that a twitch at the corner of the mouth. It
was a real smile , with teeth, and the blond stared, awed by the
sight then grinned himself.
- That table has to go - Vinnie said
- No. I love you on it.
- I'll break it in two next
- Then we'll get a new one. But only then - he said firmly
then returned to eating his cookies. Better than Tifa's.
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