Title: Fun and Games.

Setting: Pick one.

Pairings: Valenwind.

Disclaimer: I think ya'll know that I don't own this by now. If you think I do...stop taking drugs.

Warnings: Yeah, -grins-here we go again. Shameless CidVin fluff, games, teasing, swearing, slash, yaoi, shonen-ai, sex, blah, blah, blah, I think you get it by now. Flamers will deal with my fury.

Beta: Aileen (though she's gone...think she's dead?)

Fart

"Dear Lord, Cid!" Cloud shouted, wrapping his hands over his face. "What the hell?!"

The blonde pilot looked over at the distressed blonde and laughed. "Thank Teef fer her leftover beans and casserole!"

"You could have warned us!!"

"Should 'a, could 'a, would 'a, but I ain't doin' a damn thin'!" Vincent, watching the exchange from the other side of the room, smirked and suddenly threw something at Cid, hitting him in the back of the head. "Ow! What the hell, Vince!"

"It is an air freshener..." the gunner said, still smirking. As he noticed the confusion on the two blondes's faces, he added, "For your ass," making Cloud laugh.

Prison

Vincent glared darkly at Cid from across the room. "I blame you, entirely, Chief," he muttered from across the cell.

"Aww, c'mon, Vince!" Cid shouted, still grinning. "How was I supposed ta know that the damn thing'd blow up?!"

"How about because it said so on the warning label?" the gunner hissed, narrowing his eyes.

"...Heh, oops?"

"'Oops'? That is all you have to say?"

"Wasn't my fault?"

"Cid, who threw the stick of dynamite?"

"...I did."

"And where did you throw it?"

"In a yard..."

"And what did it blow up?"

"...A fuel tank..."

"Yes; you blew up a fuel tank, and now we are in prison," Vincent said, ignoring the others in the holding cell, instead focusing on the blonde pilot sitting down on a bench.

"Don't worry so much, Vince," the blonde said, smiling. "The Kid'll come get us out! I can promise that!"

"...And if he does not?"

"Uhh..."

"Exactly," Vincent sighed, leaning against the wall. "We sit here forever."

Cid rolled his eyes at the gunner before looking out of the bars. A startled yelp caught his attention, getting the blonde to look back in the direction of the faux-vampire; seeing the man held in the embrace of another man. "You're pretty," the other man said, smirking at the brunette, and angering both the gunner and the pilot.

"HEY!" the blonde shouted before springing up from his seat. "Leave him alone!" The pilot ran over to the man before Vincent could react and roughly punched the other inmate in the face, knocking him unconscious. "...Fucker..." he grumbled before kicking the man over and over again.

"...We can now add assault and battery to our list of charges," Vincent sighed, shaking his head. "Good-bye, freedom."

Giggle

Vincent blinked dumbly as he looked over at Cid. "Chief," he said warily, staring at the blonde in question. "What...are you doing?"

"Nothin'!" the blonde snapped from his crouched area part of the way under his bed. "Now, shush!" Shrugging, the gunner walked away from his position in the doorway. "Found it!" he shouted before cracking his head against the metal underneath the bed. "Hey Vince!" he called, scrambling out from underneath it. "I- ...Where the fuck'd he go?"

Cid groaned before searching throughout the entire airship, just to discover that he could not find the elusive gunman. "Aww, c'mon!" he whined as he slumped down by the steering controls. "Where'd ya run off to now?"

"Who?" a soft voice said from behind him, making the blonde jump.

"You! The fuck 'ave you been?!"

"Around..."

"Anyways, I got somethin' ta show ya!" Getting nothing but silence, the blonde decided to continue on with his discussion. "Look!" He reached into the back on his jeans and pulled out a small, torn apart bunny. "I finally found Fuzzy Mittens!" Upon seeing the creature, and hearing it's name, Vincent bit down on his bottom lip and began to shake, trying not to laugh at the item. "Cloud told me that ya've got some seriously bad nightmares, an' this used ta make me feel better when I was young! ...Why 're ya shakin'?"

Suddenly, Vincent started to giggle, confusing Cid. Eventually the gunner had to hold onto the blonde to keep from falling down as he continued to giggle, making the blonde very nervous.

"Are ya all right?" Cid asked, looking at him curiously.

"You-you are joking, right?!" Vincent said, trying not to burst into a fit of giggles once more.

"No, why? Ya don't like him?"

"Cid...you are my friend, and I would never want to hurt you...but that has got to be the oddest thing I could ever image you snuggling with!"

"Hey! I'll have you know that he was my best friend for years!" This brought out another fit of giggles.

"That is absolutely ridiculous!"

"What?! Ya didn't have a plushed toy?!"

"Cid, I slept in a coffin for thirty years...enough said."

"Well, before then!"

"I...do not remember."

"Well, ya do now!"

"...What?!"

"Fuzzy Mittens can be yer fuzzy friend, too!"

"Again: what?! Cid that has to be-"

"C'mon, Vince! All ya have to do is sleep with him!" Getting a strange look from the gunner, the pilot grinned. "Wow, that was wrong."

"Yes, yes it was."

"Still! Just one night!"

"Cid-"

"I'll even join ya!"

"...What?" Vincent asked, the pair of men blushing.

"Uhh...well, if ya don't mind, that is."

"...I...do not mind."

"Great! Let's get ta bed!"

"N-now?!"

"Yeah!"

"W-wait! Cid!" was all that the gunner could get out before the blonde grabbed a hold of his wrist and pulled him along.

Link

Vincent frowned as he looked down at one of his favorite guns: Cerberus. As he held the gun in his right hand, the small charm was held in his left, having been broken off during a fight earlier in the day. Sighing, the brunette gently put the gun down at the desk in the inn's room, removing the bullets before he would try to repair the chain while the rest of the team was outside, doing who-knows-what.

After the bullets were all lined up along the edge of the desk, Vincent carefully hand the end of the chain, that was attached to his gun, in his right hand, planning to slice open the last link to reattach the charm. Right when he was about to slice through the metal, the door slammed open, startling the brunette. When he flinched, the gunner ended up driving the tip of one of his left fingers into the palm of his right hand; the sharpened metal slicing through the gloved hand with ease, revealing the bones throughout his palm.

"Hey Vince! Whatchya doin'?" Cid called out, grinning widely at the man hunched over the desk.

"Nothing of importance to you, now please leave," Vincent muttered, closing his hand into a fist in the hope of staunching the blood enough so the blonde would not notice before he left.

"Why? what're ya workin' on?"

"Nothing! Now, why don't you go back with the others?"

"Sheesh! Someone's got their period!"

Vincent growled deeply at the blonde before taking a quick glance at his hand. Seeing the blood that was about to drip onto the bright table, the gunner moved his hand to his lap, hiding it under the vibrant red cloth of his cloak.

"I get it!" Cid suddenly shouted, getting Vincent's attention.

"...Get what?"

"Why ya like being alone so much! Ya wanna masturbate!"

"What?! I do not!"

"Then why's yer right hand in yer lap, huh?" Cid asked, grinning. The gunner looked down into his lap, and blushed hotly. "No reason ta be ashamed, man! Everybody does it!"

"Cid," Vincent growled, his face a bright red. "I am not doing that! Now, would you mind leaving me alone?"

"Why do ya want me gone so badly, then?" the blonde asked, grinning before he flopped down on a bed. The gunman growled softly, ignoring the man as he gingerly uncurled his fist, looking at the deep cut that was still oozing blood. Frowning, the brunette sighed softly before swiftly grabbing the edge of his cloak and pressing the red fabric into the heavily bleeding wound, wondering why Chaos was deciding not to heal it instantly. "So, what 're ya doin' if ya ain't uncagin' the snake?"

"Nothing that matters to you."

"C'mon, Vince! Share with me!"

"...I am fixing something..."

"Really? Well, maybe I can help! What is it?"

"...My charm."

"I dunno, Vince, I think ya've got plenty of charm! After all, women love tall, dark, mysterious men, an' ya've got all three!"

"Cid...I mean my Cerberus charm...on my gun."

"Oh!" Cid said, grinning widely. "Heh. So...what happened to it?"

"It broke off during the fight earlier," he mumbled, looking down at his right hand, which had colored a large section of his cloak a deeper shade of red. Frowning, he looked back up at his gun, refusing to turn and look at the blonde, who had gotten up and stood near him.

"So all we gotta due is fix the chain, right?" Cid asked, lighting the cigarette in his mouth.

"Correct."

"So...uhh...want some help?"

"...It would be appreciated, but it is not necessary, Cid."

"Nonsense! We're teammates!" Vincent nodded as Cid leaned over him, attempting to pick up his gun just the pause in suppressed rage. "Did ya glue that fucker down?"

"No...it is just a bit heavy," Vincent said.

"...Can ya pick it up fer me, then? I'd like ta get a closer look, an' I know ya hate it when one of us gets too close to ya."

The gunman nodded, knowing that if he picked it up with his left hand, he would scratch the weapon, and that using his left hand would cause him to bleed even more, making it noticeable to the blonde. Sighing, the brunette tightened his grip on his cloak and gingerly picked up the gun with his left hand, making sure to do so slowly to keep the metal from being scratched; he hoped that the blonde would not notice.

Cid raised an eyebrow at the act, having never seen Vincent hold his gun with his left hand. Ignoring the act for the time being, the blonde leaned in closer to the object, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the last link of the chain. "Looks like all we gotta due is link 'em together!" he said, grinning. Vincent nodded, silently agreeing with the blonde.

"...I thought as much..."

"So, got any tools?"

"No."

"So..how 're we gonna do this?"

"...I could fix it on my own, if you'd leave..."

"No can do, Vince! I already agreed ta help!"

"...It is not a big deal," the gunner said softly, shrugging.

"C'mon! I wanna help!" Vincent sighed before nodding. "...So, how're we gonna do this?"

Vincent shrugged, "...Could you leave for a few minutes?"

Cid eyed him warily. "Why?"

"I...just need to take care of something..."

"What is it?"

"...Why are you so curious? It will only take a few minutes."

"Why're ya actin' so secretive? Yer hidin' somethin', Vince, an' I ain't leavin' 'til ya talk!"

"Why does it matter?"

"'Cause I don't like ya hiding things!"

"Chief-"

"Nope! Ya gotta tell me, Vince!"

"...Why? It is not that big of a deal."

Unknown to the gunner, his face had started to turn an' ashen shade as he continued to lose a substantial amount of blood from the deep slash. He did notice once his vision began to blur a little around the edges. Blinking slowly, the gunner attempted to focus on the blonde, getting a strange look from the man.

"You okay, Vince?"

"Fine..." he mumbled, looking down at his hand, which had bled through a large section of his cloak. Following his eyes, the blonde looked down into the gunner's lap, his eyes widening.

"Yer fuckin' bleedin'!" he snapped, reaching for the limb and delicately lifting it. "The hell'd ya get this thin'?!" he shouted with worry as he saw how deep the wound was.

"I was fixing the charm..."

"By slicing yerself open?!"

"No...I was going to cut the last link on the chain..."

"An' ya missed?!"

"...You barged in..."

Cid was momentarily silent before feeling guilty. "Shit, Vince, 'm sorry! Tell ya what! I'll go get my materia to fix this, then I'll fix yer charm fer ya!"

"Cid-"

"Be back, in a sec! Hold on, Vince!" The gunner sighed before relaxing in his seat, waiting patiently at his charm while the blonde ran out of the room. Looking at the severed chain, the brunette smiled softly, reaching up with his metallic fingers,gently stroking the metal. "Got 'em!" Cid pated as he ran back into the room. The ex-Turk looked at the blonde with slightly glazed eyes. The blonde grinned nervously before grabbing his hand again, healing it with the materia. "Better?" He received a dull nod for his effort, noticing that the gunner was starting to fall asleep. The pilot grinned at the gunner before working on his gun, fixing the broken chain before giving the unconscious man a soft kiss and carrying him to a bed.

Review for more. These prompts came from Kigichi, so kudos to her randomness! Shit, 'm thinkin' "Link" could 'ave been it's own fic. Guess I got carried away...oh well!

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