Vincent lay on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and pulled roughly away from his chest. Cid was kneeling above him, unzipping his pants eagerly and then running his rough hands over his lover’s chest. Both moaned and grunted as Cid hurried Vincent out of his clothes and into his arms.
“Are you ready?” Cid whispered, his fingers sliding in between the cheeks of Vincent’s ass.
Vincent started to say yes, then pulled away. Cid wrapped his large hands around the former Turk’s thin waist and pulled him back.
“The hell’s wrong with you?” he asked.
Vincent whimpered. “You promised you’d use lube this time, Cid! It hurts!”
“We’ve discussed this shit, Vinny.”
“No we haven’t! I say something and you swear it won’t happen again and it always does! What’s so awful about using lubrication?”
“I…” Cid looked about to yell, and then suddenly his manly demeanor dropped like the curtain when a prima donna breaks her ankle. “Lube reminds me of… of him.”
“Him?”
“The… Shinra executive who fucked me.”
“He used lube? So you can’t stand it now?” Cid nodded, blinking back tears. Vincent couldn’t recall ever seeing him so distraught before.
“Talk to me, Cid,” Vincent coaxed him. “Did he use blood or something?”
“No, worse than that shit.”
“Worse?”
“Lard.”
Vincent looked at his lover for a long minute. “Palmer fucked you?”
“I was young, just getting started in the Space Department. I wanted to be a pilot more than anything, and I was afraid if I didn’t get in there fast I’d never get to fly at all, and he said… he said… if I helped him, then he’d help me.”
“But… Palmer?! At least Hojo was… humanoid at the time.”
“This was before he’d let himself go so badly.”
“Still,” Vincent began.
Cid interrupted him. “People do fucking change, Vincent. Just because you haven’t… I didn’t make fun of you for fucking Hojo, and it wasn’t because I’m such a damn nice guy. Hojo wasn’t always an old creepy guy.”
“No…”
“Well, Palmer wasn’t always such a fatass.”
“…”
“He wasn’t, ok? So shut the fuck up about it.”
“Fine,” Vincent sighed, trying to think of a way he could break through Cid’s mental block and save the evening. “How… how does it feel if I did this?” he asked, sliding his hand up and down Cid’s cock.
Cid took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Good. It feels good.”
Vincent leaned over and wrapped his tongue around it, teasing him, and slowly pulled off. He quickly grabbed the bottle of lube and opened it, using his hands to spread it over his lover’s cock. Cid looked down in surprise and smiled.
“It doesn’t feel much the same at all. Fucking figures, all that damn mental anguish shit for nothing,” Cid said. He grabbed Vincent’s hips and pushed him roughly against the bed. “Looks like I’ll have to be twice as creative to make sure you feel it.”
