Timeframe: After game, when the two boys are just hanging out.

"C'mon Vince!" Cid whined at Vincent, who was in his own room, putting on his bandanna and cape. "Let's just go! It'll be fun!"

"I have learned that whenever you have fun, I do not."

Cid's joy pretty much disappeared. "Oh...I didn't know you thought like that..." he sighed as he looked down sadly.

"No Cid, I did not mean it that way!" Vincent walked to his friend and placed his hand on a thick shoulder. "I only meant that whenever we go out in public to enjoy ourselves, people always stare at me."

Cid looked up, feeling slightly better. "Oh...I see." He rubbed his head thoughtfully. "Maybe if we went somewhere really colorful, people wouldn't be stupid and stare at ya." He snapped his fingers as an idea hit him. "The Gold Saucer!"

Vincent cocked his head. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you know how that Ghost Hotel has lotsa people who wear dark clothes like you! Nobody'll stare! Let's go!" He grabbed Vincent's arm and cheerfully dragged him to the backyard, where they got on the Tiny Bronco and left for the Gold Saucer.

***

Their first stop was the Wonder Square, where they each quickly became addicted to certain games. Vincent played on the motorcycle game for a while, beating the high score easily. Once he did, he looked for Cid and found him thoroughly engrossed in the Snowboarding game.

He smiled under his cowl as he watched the computer version of Cid (which had been scanned once he paid his gil) crash into various obstacles, looking ridiculously funny.

"Quit laughing Vince!" Cid scolded playfully. "Damn, there goes most of my gil." He kicked the machine as he lost once more. "What else ya wanna do?"

Vincent shrugged. "Whatever you wish. As long as you don't go to the Chocobo races...you bet too much money there."

Chuckling, Cid replied, "Yeah, I know. Hey, let's go get a drink at the bar, yeah?"

"If you wish."

***

After an hour, and three shots of tequila, the guys decided it would be best to spend the night in the hotel, as opposed to trying to get back home drunk. Cid didn't really seem drunk, except that he was a bit quieter, and even gleeful. Vincent, however, was obviously wasted. He had a smile plastered on his face, and had trouble making coherent thoughts. Cid liked daring him to do a kareoke song, which he did.

When they got to the hotel, Cid could only get them a single, as the doubles were booked. As the two drunkards attempted to go into their room upstairs, Vincent started humming a few childrens' songs, which mostly consisted of "Row, row, row your boat" and "Twinkle, twinkle, little star".

Upon entering the room, Cid took off his jackets and boots, while Vincent removed his cape and cowl. Cid yawned as he sat on the bed, Vincent beside him. Though it was only a twin, they could fit easily as Vincent was so thin. Cid got a mischievous look on his face as he watched the ex-Turk continue to ramble on about toilet paper and ice cream. With a happy yelp, he tackled Vincent, and started tickling him.

Vincent giggled hard, trying to push the pilot off him as he wrestled. They ended up gasping for breath after a few minutes, Vincent lying over Cid. The pilot admired Vincent's smooth face and delicate features with a warm feeling in his heart. Had he not been so drunk, he would've known it was love. But he acted as he wanted, and reached up to stroke Vincent's face lightly. In a sudden move, he pulled the ex-Turk closer, kissing him passionately.

Had Vincent not been under the alcohol's affects, he would have slapped the pilot away, yelled, or somehow reacted negatively out of fear, but instead he allowed the kiss, even encouraging it with his own lips.

The two hungered for each other sexually, and without being restrained by sensible thoughts, proceeded to have sex all night long, various time, and in various positions. But it was always Cid who began, though Vincent always encouraged. Neither thought of the consequences they would have to face in the morning.

***

The next morning, Vincent woke up with a splitting headache. He groaned, then stopped as the noise hurt his head. Opening his eyes, he found himself in a bed, lightly covered, naked, with Cid (also naked). The pilot was snoring softly, and had a hand on Vincent's bare crotch. All Vincent could do was blink in shock.

After a few seconds however, the full impact of what had happened hit him. He began to take faster breaths, not being able to fully remember the night, only bits and pieces. //How could I...do that...?!// In a burst of shame and anger, he savagely hit the pilot as he pulled the bed sheet to cover himself further. "How dare you?!"

"What?! What did I do?!" Cid woke up, rubbing his sore cheek as he looked at Vincent. "What the hell you yelling about?!"

"You animal!" Vincent accused, glaring with his red eyes.

Still, Cid didn't get it. "What the hell ya talking about?!" Finally, he realized the reason. "But...but...! You didn't try to stop me!"

Vincent turned angrily, equally mad at Cid as himself. //I was drunk last night. I lost control. It ended just like the last time I wasn't in control...somebody takes advantage of me...// Tears fell from his eyes as he thought about his dark past with Hojo.

"Hey Vince, why ya crying?" Cid asked his friend worriedly.

"As if you didn't know...bastard..." came the angry, yet tearful, reply.

Cid felt hurt at the insult. "C'mon, what did I do?" He watched Vincent continue to cry and tried to help. He placed his arms around the shaking and frail body, only to be pushed away. //Why Vincent? I thought...that we....//

"You had no right to touch me!" Vincent sniffled as he got out of bed, taking the bed sheet as he covered himself. He walked over to where his boxers and pants had landed, and was about to put them on. He saw Cid's shirt near them, and wondered at the slash marks on it. Thinking back, he remembered it was HE who had torn Cid's clothes off. And very needful, as well.

He turned around, and saw Cid sit up sadly, not looking at him. He gasped softly when he saw small wounds on Cid's stomach, which corresponded with the tears on the shirt. Looking back, he also saw that Cid was very well hung. And though he could remember being entered by the pilot many times during the night, he did not feel at all pained in his area. //He must have been incredibly gentle with me if I am not in any pain today...// So instead of Cid hurting him, as he had believed, HE was the one who had hurt the pilot.

Cid looked up as Vincent (still draped in the bed sheet) walked over to him and sat next to him. "Vince...I'm sorry..."

"No, don't be sorry." Vincent placed an arm hesitantly around the stocky frame next to him. "I apologize for my accusations...They are not even slightly true. Do you forgive me?"

Cid turned and smiled slightly. He kissed the ex-Turk gently on the cheek, then wrapped his arms around him, lying back on the bed and pulling Vincent over him. "Of course. You had a good reason to be scared. Not only don't ya remember it all, but it was your first."

Vincent blushed as red as his cape, which was somewhere in the room. "How, how did you know...?" he asked shyly.

Cid smiled. "You were so unsure last night, until I guided ya." He pushed Vincent down as he turned onto his side. They faced each other, as Cid slipped his hand under the sheet on Vincent's chest, edging it off slowly. "Though I think I should get ya drunk more often..."

"Why is that?" looked down as Cid removed the sheet from his chest, exposing the pale skin fully.

"Look at you now. You're embarrassed of your beautiful body." He leaned forward and kissed Vincent's protruding collarbone. "Last night you weren't. You didn't mind when I touched you, and you weren't moody when I kissed your scars." His hand touched a few as he spoke.

Vincent turned away, swallowing nervously. He forced himself to look back, as he felt Cid slow. "Oh....But...you helped me too. You kept telling me...that you thought I was...cute..." He blushed again.

"I told ya, cuz ya are. Now hush...I have one hell of a hangover, and I just wanna sleep it off...so don't you go nowhere." He kissed Vincent's throat, then pulled their bodies together. The two sighed softly, falling asleep as they cuddled.