Warning: Explicit sexual content: Couldn't resist... Heh (Side Note: Uploaded s'more art 2 my homepage on this profile. Heh heh) Enjoy and Review

Never in his strongest fantasies had the pilot imagined he'd ever have the beautiful young man on his beloved Highwind. They'd begun discarding clothing as soon as they stepped aboard, unconscious of their surroundings in their lust-induced haste. Neither could simply wait until they were in one of the backrooms, instead falling into eachother's embrace almost as soon as the place was secure. The dark-haired man winced as his back hit the front control board, Cid's arms slipping around his legs and keeping them drawn apart, hands on his hips. He quickly undid the straps before pushing his mouth against his member, Vincent's head falling to the side, a soft pained moan escaping him.

The pilot was thorough in his ministrations, hands rubbing at the hips soothingly, revelling in the young man's look of concentration. After a moment of this, he drew back, Vincent gasping. Their eyes met, both gazes provocative..

The older man smirked. He knew that look, even if Vincent wasn't aware it was written across his face. Even if he didn't voice it, he knew what the words would have been had they been spoken. He reached forward slowly, fingers trailing against his cheek before cupping it, satisfied by the look of restraint that flashed in the man's eyes as they fluttered closed. Vincent leaned into the touch, turning his face a little into the warm palm, lips brushing against it with a sigh.

"Cid..."

"C'mon..." the pilot encouraged him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to his feet, mouth immediately finding his, drawing his lower lip between his own and sucking softly. The gunman's legs nearly gave out and he faltered, Cid grabbing him by the waist as they stumbled back a little, the pilot leading them toward the break room.

More articles of clothing landed on the floor with a soft hiss as they worked their way into the small room until both were shirtless, boots scattered in the hall.

His mind was spinning, eyes refusing to focus as he finally realized that he was looking at the ceiling, a cool sheet against his back, barely able to form words, his mind shambles. He soon felt the mouth on his neck and his arms came up weakly to the man's shoulder. The hands were on his hips again and he shuddered when he felt the man's pulsating erection. "Oh..."

His eyes opened slowly at the obnoxiously loud ring of the PHS.

The pilot grunted, pulling the phone from the pocket before tossing his pants into the corner, eyes still on his lover, watching him as his pants soon followed.

"Tifa, ya know... Ya really do have the worst timing..." he chuckled, sounding oddly breathless.

"C-Cid? Is everything alright? Did you find him?" her soft voice carried the hint of worry.

"Find him?"

Without warning, the older man slipped an arm about the gunman's back, the other around his waist as he lifted him between his spread legs to a half-sitting position, Vincent's arm slipping around the man's neck, claw flat on the bed as he braced himself.

Without missing a beat, the pilot put the phone back to his ear.

"Heh... Oh I found 'em..."

"Well can I at least say something to him?"

The pilot chuckled as he gazed at the aroused young man.

His hair spilled over his shoulders as he threw his head back, legs resting around the pilot's waist. The blonde-haired man leaned forward, tongue testing the soft warm flesh of the young man's collar before kissing it, sucking loudly as he kissed a wet trail along his neck. His hands tightened around his waist, his left dropping to grasp one buttock as he twisted a little, forcing him onto his erection until his inner thighs met the firm muscles of the former Turk's gluteus.

"Ugh..." the dark-haired man shut his eyes at the pleasure as Cid thrust into him, fingers pressing into his skin, grip hard.

"Mmm... Don't think he can talk right nah..." he spoke quickly.

"Is that so?" her tone became defensive, "So he has nothing to say after his erratic behavior? I'm not trying to judge him. Let me talk to him." she frowned from the other end.

"I really don't think he can..."

"Cid, I'm not hanging up until I hear from him... "

He warned her. The blonde-haired man laughed quietly as he held the phone up against the former Turk's mouth.

"Heh heh... Got sumthina say?" he smirked, pushing his hips for emphasis.

"Unn! You idiot..." his voice failed him as he swat the device away weakly.

Almost immediately the soft voice on the other end became agitated.

"Vincent! How dare you ignore everyone! After we were so worried about you!"

Her words were but a faint noise in the background as Cid pushed against him.

"Surely ya can say more'n that?" the pilot chuckled, the gunman arching a little.

"T-Tifa... Ugh..." he lifted his face to the phone, eyes fluttering as he collapsed back down into the mattress struggling to speak, surprised as this thoughts were translated into soft groans and moans, brain unable to connect a single thought. "I- Mmph... He's...Oh god..."

Even Barrett would have been amused by how wide Tifa's eyes had become from the other end as she finally made the connection. With a whispered curse and apology, she severed the connection, the pilot closing the phone and tossing it into the same corner atop his clothes.

He then turned to the matter at hand. Vincent allowed the pilot to set a pace for the both of them, strong arms pulling him up against the older man rhythmically. He practically squirmed against him, inhaling one shaky breath after another as his muscles clenched against the intrusion. The pilot rocked against him hard, the former Turk holding on as he merely tried to breathe, every motion stealing his breath, robbing him of any sense of space or time. The pleasure was all that existed and he welcomed it, eyes rolling back. Make-up sex was proving to be more wonderful than their previous encounters. Hell... perhaps they oughta fight more often...

"God... you feel so good..." the pilot breathed as he pushed harder, rocking the lithe body with the force. The small bed creaked with the pressure as the older man grunted, pulling himself to his knees before laying him back onto the bed. He wasted no time in burying his member within that addictive heat, hips pumping blindly. After several moments of thrusting deeply, he paused to gyrate, planting gentle kisses along his face, his mouth, neck and chest. He gasped at the feeling of the slight pull of the tight muscle around him, pleasure screaming throughout the body that held him. The pilot's muscles spasmed for a second, Vincent reaching between them to grasp his own erection, working it in time with his thrusts.

Cid's movements became harder for just a few moments, a sudden desperation washing over him as he neared his climax. He wanted to pause that feeling for just a moment longer when Vincent's hand snaked around his waist, lowering to his buttocks and forcing him into him, driving him over the edge.

All control was lost as he found himself spilling his seed into that wonderful heat, his partner shuddering with a curse..

The ex-SOLDIER merely blinked as he watched the pretty woman, ears refusing to believe the words she'd just spoken.

They stared, neither blinking for a good few seconds before the small woman suddenly closed the distance between them.

What the hell did Cid say to her...

"C'mon... we're not playin' this game today," she declared as she brought her hand up behind his head, pulling him down just a little, mouth at his ear.
"I need your hand up my skirt, your tongue in my mouth...my back against a wall... "

Still, she was met with that eeriely confused stare and she shook her head. Cloud!" her cheeks flared in her impatience. "Now, damn-it!"

Something finally clicked as she pressed her mouth to his, his hands floating up to her waist. She sighed as he pushed her back, hips pressed against her own as his hands began to travel up and down her curves.

Finally. She'd snapped and taken the initiative. To hell with Vincent at this moment. He'd be back by tomorrow morning anyway she assumed. Who cares. They would deal with him later. Right now...she moaned softly, hiding her enthusiasm at the feel of the hardening bulge in Cloud's pants, unzipping them and working her hand down them to grasp the stiff organ...This was urgent. She shook her head with a sigh wondering how the hell she and Cloud had ever ended up partners.

Sometimes... he could just be really stupid.