Timeframe: Starts off with the night Vincent kills Hojo; the pilot and ex-Turk are lovers all ready

The soft rain fell on him, soaking through his clothes, but he didn't care. He was oblivious to his surroundings as he moved towards Hojo's dead body.

Cid watched his lover move towards the scientists's corpse. //Whatcha' doing Vince?// Worried, he walked up behind him. He watched silently as Vincent kneeled on one knee next to the prfessor.

"Hojo...I hated you for so long. Every second of my life's purpose was to kill you. And now you're dead." He observed at the gunshot wound in Hojo's forehead. "I beat you Hojo. I finally did." //But...now what?//

The pilot walked a few steps closer and placed a hand on Vincent's back. "Vince?"

Flinching in surprise, Vincent looked up. "I'm done here Cid. Let's go."

"About bloody time." Cid helped Vincent stand, making sure he didn't fall on the way down. //What's wrong with him? I would've thought he'd be happy to have killed that son of a bitch.//

***

That night in their bedroom at Rocket Town, as they were getting ready to go to bed, Vincent sat on the rim of the bed motionlessly, staring at nothing in particular.

"Vince, what's bothering ya?" Cid sat next to him and placed an arm around the thinner man. "Is it Hojo?" he asked worridley.

"Yes, no, well..." Vincent stared into Cid's azure eyes for a moment, but turned away. "I feel...different now that he's dead..."

Cid nodded. "Well, duh, Vince. You killed that *(&(*& jerk."

Vincent glanced sharply at the blond. "Cid...it's not that easy to explain." He took a deep breath, then exhaled. "I...almost...miss him..."

//...There's no way I heard him right...// "What? Would you care to repeat that?!"

"I know it sounds strange, but...I wish I hadn't killed him."

Cid grabbed Vincent's face in his hands, none too gently. "Vince, look at me. That was Hojo. Hojo! That mother &^$%er screwed up your life! What's wrong with ya?! He deserved to die!"

Vincent pulled himself away from Cid's grip, then stood up, pacing the small room. "No Cid. He was just misguided."

"Misguided my ass!" Cid also got up, his hands curling into fists. "That bastard deserved everyhting he got! Even more! He shot you, damnit!" His mind reached a few conclusions of his own on why Vincent felt different now.

"...I was too harsh in my judgement. I shouldn't have killed him." //And now what do I live for? Cid may still love me, but it is inevitable that he will leave me. My curse will not allow me to remain happy with him.//

Cid growled deep in his throat. He grabbed Vincent's shoulders and turned him around forcibly. "Now listen Vince, and listen good. Hojo almost BROKE you! How can you forget that?!"

"Cid," Vincent's voice trembled, "You're hurting me..." Cid's strong hands kept squeezing harder each second.

"Shut up!" Cid's eyes flared with his fury. "I NEVER want you to think that bastard was a good guy! I hope he burns in hell!"

Whimpering slightly, Vincent felt tears spill from his eyes. "Stop Cid...stop..." The pain in his shoulders was only getting worse. It felt as if Cid was ready to tear off his arms. "It hurts!" he suddenly yelped.

Cid let go one hand, then slapped Vincent violently across the face. The slap wasn't very hard, but it was loud. He had never been hurt by Cid, at least intentionally. To see the pilot's anger in such a state, to be the object of the anger, was beyond terrifying. For all his psychic abilities, Vincent was still physically inadquate to fight against Cid. Much less win.

Still angered, Cid threw Vincent roughly on the bed. "Don't you get it?!" He jumped onto Vincent's stomach, pinning him down effectively with his weight. "That rat bastard never cared for you! He hated you! He wanted to KILL you!"

Vincent whimpered in fright. His cheek still burned from Cid's strike. And he was having some difficulty breathing with Cid's weight upon him. "Cid...no..." he wheezed out.

"Let me finish, damnit!" Cid made to slap Vincent again, and the ex-Turk squeezed his eyes shut. "If Hojo wasn't a bad guy, then that means you lied to me! And if you lied about that, why not everything else?!" He pulled back, ready to hurt Vincent again.

//No Cid...please stop...// Trying not to sob, Vincent kept his eyes shut tightly. It was to only way to ready himself for whatever attack Cid might deliver. He was too scared to even realize what Cid was saying.

Cid felt betrayed by Vincent's lack of response. The only option he saw now was to make Vincent pay for his //lies//. With a furious growl, he began to rip off Vincent's clothes, then his own.

Vincent yelped, trying to get away, but Cid (naked as well), quickly turned him onto his stomach, holding him there with a strong hand on his back. "No, Cid! Don't hurt me like this!"

The pilot ignored his pleas coldly. "Just be quiet." He kept one hand on Vincent's back, then used his knees to spread open the pale and unyielding thighs. He moved his arms to Vincent's waist, pulling him towards him.

"CID!" Vincent screamed in fear, unable to accept the fact that Cid was forcing him like this. He knew there was no chance of escape as long as the pilot held him.

Snarling slightly, Cid forced hismelf inside Vincent, ignoring the tortured screams and Vincent tensing up his entire body in pain. All he felt was the pain of his own heart; the thought that Vincent had never really cared for him and had deceived him all this time.

Vincent felt his skin rip harshly, and warm blood drip down his thigh. He gasped painfully, hoping that Cid was done. As fate would have it, the pilot was only beginning.

Cid pulled Vincent's bandanna off with a rough tug, and used it to tie Vincent's arms behind his back.

"Please, Cid! Stop!"

Cid grabbed his scarf off the floor and quickly gagged Vincent's mouth, effectively silencing his screams. "Much better." Still controled by his anger, Cid pulled out his cock, which was covered wtih Vincent's blood. Without mercy, he plunged it in again, hearing Vincent's muffled screams with some sick satisfaction.

Thrashing as best he could, Vincent pulled his restraints taunt, but the cloth refused to break. He could wriggle around, but there was no way he's get loose. His only wish was to get away, away from the pain. //Please stop it Cid...// Slowly, Vincent began to break down, knowing he could do nothing to stop the pilot.

Vincent's body went limp as Cid continued to ram in and out. Engulfed by hopelessness, the bleeding man finally started sobbing, his crimson pupils overfilling with tears. His body shook with the sobs, but it was unnoticeable under Cid's violent and forceful thrusts.

Panting with exhilaration, Cid came forcefully, as never before in his life. He removed himself, exhausted. Looking at the shuddering form of Vincent, he realized the pale man was crying. Then he saw the blood. //I knew I hurt him...but not so much...// Cid was shocked at just how much blood was on the sheets. It had soaked through to the matress. //Oh gods...// He suddenly felt sick, and wanted to throw up in disgust. And still Vincent cried.

"Vince, I'm sorry!" Cid was on the verge of breaking down himself, not understanding how he could have been so unmerciful and brutal. He quickly removed the ex-Turk's bindings and the gag. Cid then turned him over, on his back, and the two looked at each other.

"Cid..." Vincent continued to sob, his tears running down his face. "Don't hurt me again! Please don't!" His entire body shook with the force of his sobbing. "No more!"

The pilot knew then that he had broken Vincent. Not only his body, but his spirit. //I hurt him in the most horrible way possible...// He looked at his manhood, and realized the worst part of his vile crime. //And I enjoyed it...I derived pleasure from it...//

Vincent was still crying as he begged for mercy, "Don't do it again! Please Cid! I'll do anything else!"

Cid stroked Vincent's raven hair gently, feeling hurt when the ex-Turk flinched in fear. He then ran his hand along the bruise where he had slapped him earlier. "Gods Vince, I'm so sorry..." He leaned over and gave the sobbing man a soft kiss on his unhurt cheek.

Vincent was paralyzed with fear, expecting some other attack, but none came. Cid continued to stroke his face and hair, occasionally kissing him. //Is this some sort of trick?// His crying did stop, but only because he had cried himself out.

"Shh Vince..." Cid murmured soothingly. "I won't hurt you again..." He took a deep breath, then started apologizing. "I wish I hadn't done that, Vincent. I attacked you like that because I was hurt..." His heart hurt to be reminded, but he forced himself to continue. "But that's still no excuse. I want to fix what I did, but I can't. I know you hate me now, but I'm gonna try to make you feel better, at least."

Vincent whimpered in fear, thinking Cid was going to hurt him again. His body still throbbed with pain. //Will it ever stop hurting...?//

Cid still felt disgusted at himself for what he did, and could only think of one way to fix it. Giving Vincent one more gentle kiss, he moved downwards, rubbing Vincent's chest erotically, hating himself more at how the tense muscles grew tenser at his touch. When his hands reached Vincent's lower regions, the ex-Turk winced. It was more from fear than from pain, but Cid perceived it as such. "I won't hurt you Vince."

His hand tenderly encircled Vincent's cock, rubbing it gently. Vincent bit his lip, expecting Cid to pull or squeeze in an attempt to torture him. But the pilot only stroked it, causing his body to react.

Edging down, Cid slowly took him in his mouth. Vincent gasped in surprise, definitly not expecting that. He was somewhat afraid the Cid would bite, but the fear began to drift off, replaced by pleasure.

Cid massaged the object with his tongue, thanking the gods that Vincent was moaning in pleasure now. He still hated himself for what he had done, and knew he always would. The smell of blood was strong, almost unbearably.

Vincent couldn't understand why Cid was doing this to him. //Why? Doesn't he hate me?// Looking down briefly, his gaze met with Cid's. The blue eyes begged for forgiveness, but not with much hope.

Vincent was torn from his thoughts as his body spasmed, completely giving up to his release. His seed was sucked out by Cid, who was slightly unnerved, but was strong in his resolve to pleasure Vincent.

When Vincent finally ended, he realized Cid was lying next to him, running a hand through his black hair. "Cid?"

Cid gave him a pained look. "Do...do you want me to leave you alone now?"

"...." Vincent thought back to what Cid had said earlier. "How did I hurt you?" he asked timidly.

Looking away, Cid sighed. "I thought....You said you didn't think Hojo was that bad. I jumped to conclusions, and thought you lied about what he did. Then, I was afraid that you had lied about loving me..." He sat up, turning away from Vincent.

Vincent sat up as well, feeling relieved that Cid didn't hate him. He suddenly understood though, that he was somewhat to blame for what had happened. Trembling, he placed his arms around Cid. He held him tight, as if his life depended on it. "I never have, and I never will lie to you," he spoke soflty. "But without Hojo to kill anymore, I have nothing to live for."

Cid turned, amazed that Vincent would still want to touch him. "You have me..." Cid whispered into Vincent's ear.

"No Cid," Vincent sniffed, "You don't want me. At least you won't, after a while. You'll start to hate me..."

Cid shook his head fiercely, "No way Vince! I'll always love ya!"

"Imposible Cid. In fact, you might all ready hate me..." Vincent lifted a hand and carressed his bruised cheek carefully. It still hurt. Everything did. Could it not have been from anger that Cid did what he did?

Cid looked away, ashamed. "I'm sorry Vince...I lost control..." He looked into the beautiful crimson eyes he loved so much. "I promise it'll never happen again." //Because if I ever suspect you don't care for me, I'll kill myself. That way, I can't hurt you.//

As if sensing Cid's dark thoughts, Vincent kissed the pilot's neck timidly. "I trust you Cid. With my life, and with my soul." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I belong to you Cid. Because I have no one else to turn to, no where else to go. If you ever wish to...do something like that...I will not try to stop you. It shall be your right."

Cid held the ex-Turk in his arms, closing his eyes. "You belong to no one but yourself. If you don't want me to touch you again, I won't." He let go and stood up to prove his point. "It's your choice."

Vincent also stood, his thin frame shivering from the cold. "My choice...is to stay with you...forever..." He grabbed Cid's wrist and pulled the pilot to the sofa. It was very snug, but both men fit. "I could not live if you did not hold me every night." He cuddled onto Cid's chest, sighing in relaxation.

The pilot hugged the ex-Turk close, and felt him relax in sleep. He vowed he'd make up for what he did. If it took every day until he died, he would do so. He kissed the pale forehead and fell asleep as well.

In the bedroom, the blood-stained sheets grew darker, but that was all. Once washed, and the matress replaced, there would be no reminder of what happened. That night would be forgotten by both, and only the promises to each other would be remembered.