Timeframe: A month after the Sephiroth, errr, 'situation'. The two have been lovers since then...and are enjoying it-_^

The blond pilot followed the trail of dark clothes that led to his bedroom. It was the one month anniversary of the day he and Vincent declared their love for each other. He hadn't expected such a... playful celebration from the usually moody man. His work boots made no sound on the thick carpet, making him feel more stealthy.

As he found some simple black cotton boxers hanging off the doorknob of his bedroom door, Cid grinned to himself, trying to contain his eagerness of what he might see inside. Slowly, he opened the door, his eyes growing wide when he saw what was on his bed.

Vincent's raven black hair cascaded onto the white satin sheets. The contrast was shocking, and seemed to even glow from the difference in colors. But not textures. Both were smooth and soft to the touch, shimmering in the soft light. Vincent's red eyes looked up, innocently asking for Cid to join him. They shone gently, but a small fire of lust burned within.

Cid opened his mouth to gasp, not knowing what to say. Vincent lay so casually on the satin, only a slight cloth covering his most private area. But he seemed so vulnerable, so open. So perfect. Cid stepped forward, gently picking up Vincent's hand to kiss it. He also kissed the bronze claw, showing his love for ALL of the pale man.

Wiping a tear of joy away, Vincent kept his arms away from his body, giving himself totally to Cid. The pilot smiled, knowing this game. Now that Vincent had shown himself completely, it was his turn.

First came off the extras, his goggles, boots, scarf, and jacket; which were thrown unceremoniously on the floor. The rest he would take off slowly, trying to give his brunet lover a good show. He removed his shirt first, making sure to tense his muscles as it came off. Running a hand through his short spiky hair, he smiled as Vincent licked his lips apreciatively.

Next came his pants. He pulled them down to his heavily muscled thighs, then took them off one leg at a time, slow as possible. His attacks depended on that leg strength, but he kept himself toned everywhere to make sure he looked fit. He knew he wasn't beautiful like his lover, but hoped the brunet thought he was at least handsome.

Sprawled on the bed, Vincent thought more than that about the pilot. In his opinion, he had a god's strong body, yet was perfectly gentle when it touched him. He wished Cid would join him now, but the blond still had his boxers to remove. Vincent waited anxiously, grinning.

Cid slowly slipped off his boxers, turning to let Vincent see his behind first, then slowly turned back as the boxers fell on the floor. He blushed, as he always did. The blond loved how Vincent admired him, the red eyes hungry for more. It made him feel more confident about himself.

Observing him closely, Vincent felt his heart begin to beat faster. Cid's manhood was always a beautiful sight, mostly because Vincent knew that since Cid had been (unexpectedly) a virgin before meeting him, he was the only one to have seen it. It was proof that Cid truly loved him. Vincent smiled to himself as he admired even the soft down of golden curls surrounding it.

Still blushing somewhat, Cid moved over to the bed, sitting on it as he looked down at Vincent. His hand stroked the pale man's cheek gently, then bent over to kiss the soft lips. The two stayed together for a few seconds, becomming more intense. Without breaking the kiss, Cid moved over Vincent, supporting himself on his hands and knees.

As the only physical touch was the kiss, Vincent forced himself to enjoy it thouroughly. When the two parted, they looked into each others eyes, trying to communicate what they felt. Vincent moved his hands up to the blond's chest, stroking the smooth skin.

Cid almost purred at the touches. The human hand caressed and massaged, while the cool metal claw teased and stimulated. Forcing himself not to ravage his incredibly gorgeous lover, Cid lowered his head slowly, nibbling on the milky white throat. He made sure to leave no permanent marks, mainly from fear of hurting his lover.

On the other hand, the pale man knew Cid didn't mind a small love bite, which occasionaly bled a drop or two of blood. Cid did not blame Vincent for having slightly sharpened fangs, he accepted it as part of his lover. And Vincent also knew that Cid felt more cared for if he gave him a small mark or two. It assured the pilot that the ex-Turk felt possesive of him. Vincent made sure to never truly hurt him, though. He feared that his internal demons might want to see more blood, and somehow take over.

Still nibbling and licking softly at the sensitive skin, Cid wondered who would take control this time. Sometimes it was himself, but occasionally Vincent felt a bit more aggressive. It was harder for him though, for again, he feared that his demons would react on that aggression. Cid never worried about it though. He trusted Vincent completely. And since it was a special day, he decided to see if Vincent felt more adventurous than usual.

Moving his hands to the slim shoulders, Cid rolled onto his back, holding Vincent above him. The pale man was slightly surprised, but soon smiled warmly in understanding. His hands continued their touches on Cid's chest, but moved around, leading down. They did leave Cid's passion alone, for now.

Eventually, Cid's chest was covered with many little red marks, caused by the sharp metallic claw. They'd remain for only an hour or so, a reminder of Vincent's desire. The blond looked up at his lover, his blue eyes deeper in color than before. Just as Vincent's eyes seemed to burn with a firey passion, his were an ocean of deep emotion that Vincent felt he could drown in.

Wanting to join with the blond not only in body, but in soul, Vincent asked permission with his look. He assumed that Cid would let him penetrate this time, according to his body language. Still, it did not hurt to make sure. When the pilot smiled at him, Vincent felt assured.

With a gentle manner, he moved Cid's leg's open as he kneeled between them. Placing the legs on either shoulder, he smiled at how open his lover was now. The blond was blushing maddly, though Vincent was sure he was not humiliated in a hurtful way. Next, the pale man used his claw arm to hold Cid's wrists above his head.

It was a lose hold, one the pilot could instantly break away from, yet Cid wouldn't want to. He had no fantasies of being forced, but he did find it sexy when the ex-Turk seemed more dangerous. Because in his heart he knew that he had nothing to fear, even from this agent of death.

Pausing to kiss Cid's calf near his face, Vincent smiled appreciatively. His pale body was slightly flushed, as his heartbeat increased with his sexual drive. He wanted Cid badly. He wanted to use the tanned body until he could no longer move. But never was hurt part of his mindset. Vincent only wanted to be one with Cid for as long as possible, and as many times as possible. Though he was 27, his body gave him the stamina of a teenager at the peak of sexual prowress.

Cid closed his eyes as he relaxed his body, waiting for Vincent to enter him. It had never been painful, not even the first time. Uncomfortable, perhaps, but Vincent was so gentle and kind that it soon turned to pleasure. Now that Cid's body was more used to it, he never even felt a slight discomfort. All he felt was pleasure, because it made him so close to the raven-haired man.

Slowly, Vincent entered Cid's body. He watched the pilot's face for any sign of pain. Once he had entered him fully, the blond opened his blue eyes, smiling at Vincent. His hands moved a bit, causing Vincent to release the hold his claw had on them. Cid kept his right hand there, but moved his left. He stroked Vincent's face, his expression of pure adoration.

They two felt like one entity, joined in such a physical way. But once their bodies relaxed from the incredibly intense moment, Vincent moved his head down to kiss the smooth and warm chest of the blond. It was moving up and down quickly from Cid's rapid breathing. The tan skin was also slightly moist from his sweat, but not to the point of being unattractive.

Cid started to whimper softly as Vincent thrusted inside him. They were whimpers of delight though, high-pitched and sharp. It became a rythmic sound as it seemed to echo the sounds of the creaking bed. His body wanted this so much that the whimpers turned into cat-like mewls, which only caused Vincent to ravish him at a stronger pace. The pilot's back rubbed against the bed sheets, heating his skin up slightly from the friction, but he was too busy thinking about Vincent to notice.

Panting, Vincent slowed as he felt himself almost reach his peak. He used every bit of willpower to pause his body. He wanted to make sure that he and Cid could enjoy each other at the exact second. But by the blond's sounds, it didn't seem he was that far back. He loved Cid's vocal responses. They made him feel that his lover was truly enjoying this if he couldn't even find the rights words to express his delight.

Mewling still, Cid gasped in between sounds as Vincent started to rub his organ as he continued to thrust inside his body. The brunet's hair dropped down, tickling his face. It was so perfectly soft, feeling like silk. Cid managed to gasp in once more before his body convulsed in pleasure, holding Vincent close to him.

The brunet sighed softly as his body reached it's final cresendo of pleasure. His hands grabbed at Cid, wanting to feel all of him close. Finally, the shudders of passion ended and the two lay there, gasping for breath. He turned to his tanned lover, smiling as the wild fire in his eye lowered to a gentle burn.

Cid's eyes were half closed, his body basking in warm tiredness. He smiled at his lover, kissing a pale cheek. Sleep always took him after lovemaking with Vincent; while the ex-Turk was usually even more energetic. Of course, he'd remain with the blond, holding him until he was completely asleep. In fact, he'd only get up if there was something very important to do. Other than that, he'd remain with his lover. He wanted to be there when he woke up. An assurance he would never abandon him.

The azure eyes closed fully, and his hold on the brunet loosened slightly. His breath was steady and soft, proof of his calmness. Vincent stroked the spiky hair, kissing his face lightly. He had long ago memorized every aspect of his lover, but he still loved staring at him. Forever a protector, a friend, a lover, and a soulmate. Forever he'd be there with Cid.

An hour later, Cid woke up, so Vincent decided to start working on that 'forever'...

"Vince! You're like a horny, sex-starved, rabbit!!!"