Mental F*king Shit (FFVII yaoi, Cid/Cloud, Dark #6 Dusty)
Title: Mental F*cking Shit Fandom: FFVII Pairing: Cid/Cloud Theme set and #: Dark Theme, #6 Dusty. Disclaimer: Don’t own. Rating: NC17 Summary: Two people have something to hide. Word count: 1095
It was dusty and dark, far too dirty and far, far too unsafe. And Cloud was loving every minute of it.
Cid would tackle him, fight him and he’d let him win. Cid knew he could never end up victorious in a match with Cloud, but the fact that he tried (and won even though it was fake) made it all the more sweeter.
Cloud loved the feel of those hard muscles (sculpted by work, not training) bending and moving under his thighs, the stubble on his neck, cheek or forehead, the calloused fingers, hands made for wielding wrenches and hitting things.
He loved the grunts and hisses that were probably nothing more than quiet whispers to ordinary humans. To Cloud, they were a symphony.
Cid’s chest wasn’t that well defined. He had enormously strong shoulders, because those muscles were used for carrying crates. He had some fat on his chest and abdomen, enough to create wrinkles and sausages as he called them. Cloud would refer to them as teacup handles and Cid would call him a mental fucking shit.
On his back, he had two large scars. One was from a shrapnel as his plane had crashed and the other from surgery to save his kidney because that piece of that shrapnel decided to travel around as Cid had been dragging himself towards the still working radio, that lucky son of a bitch.
Cloud thought the surgery one was gorgeous; it was long and perfect, followed by little pointy circles at each side, from the stitches. It would have been a hundred of them, Cid had said, but he’d refused microsurgery and was proud of that scar.
He also missed half a toe. He said some idiot had left the toolbox on a platform above him as they had been testing an engine and Cid had been lucky it hadn’t been that thick head of his.
Cid was dirty. He was a pervert. He didn’t really care about hiding a pile of porn magazines from public view and he couldn’t give a shit that at least half of them were gay.
He also couldn’t give a shit that Cloud wasn’t in the mood when he’d dragged him to one of the invisible compartments of the ship he knew by heart to give him a blowjob. Surprisingly, the rest of the crew had no clue. They were blissfully unaware of their captain (who had gone to take a piss) and Cloud (perpetually suicidal loner hiding in the darkest corners) were hiding behind a fuel pump wanting to scream their brains out.
Yuffie had almost found them out once. They had been in the cargo bay and she had been trying to find a good place to die. Luckily, she’d thrown up and stopped walking towards them.
Cloud had wanted them to stop but Cid had grabbed him, mentioned a few saints and deities and adult rated actions between them, and simply continued.
Cid was good at blowjobs. Hell, he was good at so many things that Cloud kept on finding himself thinking about the man far too much even for his obsessive mental state and liking. It was as though his throat had no end, his mouth had at least ten tongues and his salivary glands were capable of dehydrating the rest of that gorgeous body, and all to make Cloud’s knees shake. Cloud grabbed something; by the feel of it a pipe, but his brain was on autopilot at the moment because all that mattered was the fact that his hips were rocking and he was going to explode if Cid didn’t speed up and release him from his misery.
Cloud could hear some ruffling. He opened his eyes quickly, afraid that someone might be here, but then he realized it was coming from down below and he could see Cid messing up with his zipper until his free hand grabbed his own cock; the other one busy playing with Cloud’s ball while the mouth delivered the service of a century.
Seeing Cid jerking off while sucking Cloud’s dick was, for Cloud, a view to kill, but feeling it was too distracting for him to keep his eyes down there. He tilted his head backwards and allowed himself a small moan because, with those lips, with that tongue, with that hand and, especially, with the image of moment before as though burned on the insides of his lids, Cloud came and he came hard. He could feel his balls empty, because he knew damned well that Cid wouldn’t stop until the moment Cloud begged, and Cloud was just too tired to beg.
This time was different, though. Cid’s own hand worked fast, and the pilot had to release him because otherwise, he might bite the cock off. By the time that Cloud gathered enough strength and focus to force his eyes open and look down, he found himself staring, as though mesmerized, into one sweaty red pilot not giving a fuck about messing up his own hand and the floor under him.
Cloud combed his fingers through that messy blond hair. He loved how it was moist and the skin under it was hot, and the way Cid started shaking, finally losing the last drop of strength. Cloud used that short moment to act, thinking for once he was lucky to be able to recuperate as fast, and he grabbed the pilot so much bigger than him and crashed their lips together violently. He could taste blood, he could taste his own come and he could taste those now not that enormous amounts of saliva, nicotine and coffee.
He could taste Cid and he refused to let go even though Cid seemed everything but interested right now, though Cloud was slowly gaining his attention again. They started to struggle, both of them wasted, both of them spent, both of their pants still around their ankles. Both of them clumsy.
Finally, they pulled apart, both of their lips red and swollen and so gorgeously bruised with kissing. Cid shot Cloud a grin. “Those were some fucking great beans,” he said and Cloud needed a moment to make the connection between that and the bathroom excuse Cid had used.
Cloud just smiled weakly and squatted to pull his pants up. He didn’t get the chance to react to Cid’s hand ruffling through his hair playfully before the pilot just laughed, said something incoherent that definitely contained ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ and then he left.
He had a ship to pilot and Cloud had an image to preserve.