Utter Chaos Ch 2: Fantasies

Once inside the restroom Vincent leaned against the door. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. This was not a good situation he was in, the walls in the bar were rather thin, and Vincent hated to admit it but he was rather loud when it came to sexual matters. Vincent decided it was time to make a deal with the horny bastard in his head.

“Chaos, we need to talk.” Vincent whispered to the inside of the bathroom. Chaos chuckled in Vincent’s head.

“Yes, Vincent? What do you want to talk about now?” Chaos said in the sweetest voice he could manage. Vincent being horny wasn’t helping his situation; in fact, it made it a little worse. He wished the gunman would just jack off already.

“Chaos I cant do anything here, the walls are very thin in this building and you know they’ll be able to hear me. I promise you, the second that we get somewhere that I can have more privacy I will take care of this, but right now I cant, please stop making me nervous and let me get this down so we can wait out the rest of this party.” Vincent sighed, he really hoped that Chaos was in an, at least slightly, benevolent mood today, it was only the first day of his week in heat. Vincent could tell that Chaos was pouting.

“Fine!” the demon said after a few minutes. “But the second we get somewhere you better help me out with this.” He grumbled. Vincent let out a sigh of relief and turned towards the mirror to try and make his erection go down.

“Hojo naked on a cold day, Hojo naked on a cold day, Hojo naked on a cold day…” the gunman chanted to himself. The imagery completely disgusted him and he was soon in a much better situation for socializing and he rejoined the others.

Hours later the group was mostly drunk and Cloud was feeling much happier, now that he remembered that he had friends who cared about him, because apparently that was easy to forget for the blonde. Cid and Barret were cracking jokes and Cloud was actually smiling and laughing like a normal person. Vincent was a little tipsy and was smiling and occasionally chuckling softly at the pair. Every once and a while his lust threatened to creep back up on him, when Cid would get a little too close for comfort. In general Chaos was being good and keeping quiet, the occasional whimper when Cid came close, but nothing more.

Soon the sun was setting and the darkness was over taking Midgar. Tifa offered the few rooms she had, enough for maybe two to be comfortable. Cid offered the Highwind, it had lots of free rooms, his crew was off for a few days and he was piloting it alone. He was leaving the next day “whenever the hell I wake up” he said, but was willing to house anyone who wouldn’t fit in the rooms of Seventh Heaven.

Yuffie and Nanaki opted to stay at Seventh Heaven. Reeve lived in town and Cait Sith went back home with him, making sure the drunken engineer didn’t get completely lost on the way back. Barret and Vincent left with Cid, Vincent was actually quite happy with this development, the walls in the Highwind were practically sound proof and the whole place smelt of Cid: cigarettes, tea, and Cid’s cologne. Which would help him get off easier, for sure.

The three made their way, stumbling and laughing towards Midgar’s airship docks where the Highwind was. Cid tried the wrong entrance three times before he got it right and all three made their way on to the familiar airship.

“Ya can have the same rooms ya always had if ya want.” Cid said as he lit a cigarette and flopped down on one of the cushioned benches on the deck. Barret flopped down beside the pilot, still not really that tired. Vincent took this as a perfect opportunity.

“Actually I’m quite tired,” he said. “I think I’ll be heading back to go to sleep. See you two in the morning.” And he turned.

“Night Vinny,” Cid called after him, half turning around in his seat to look at the gunman. Vincent turned to look at the pilot, there was something in Cid’s expression that Vincent couldn’t quite place, but he decided not to bother with that at the moment.

“Goodnight, Chief.” Vincent returned and nodded at Barret before he turned to make his way to the farthest room on the ship.

Vincent walked slowly down the hall, savoring the familiar smells of the airship. He really should have taken Cid up on his offer he made after the whole fiasco with the remnants to stay with him for a while instead of wandering aimlessly around the outskirts of Midgar. He always missed the smells of the Highwind; it felt more like home than anywhere else ever had. He passed by the captain’s quarters and noticed the door was open.

Chaos decided he had had enough of this slowly walking and keeping quiet; no one was around them anymore. Time to make himself known.

“Vincent,” he said. “Go in, go in Cid’s room, come on.” The gunman’s curiosity was taking over, as well as his newly rising lust as the smell of Cid hit him full on as he entered the room. The captain’s quarters were actually quite large. There was a desk as soon as you walked in, and against the wall a group picture of AVALANCHE hung over it, the one where Cloud and Vincent were both actually smiling. Next to the desk there was a shelf full of technical manuals and, Vincent was surprised to see, three large volumes of the classics. Vincent ran his hands over the spines of the books and turned to look towards the sleeping area of the room. The bed was large, a queen most likely and looked very comfortable. Vincent really just wanted to curl up in the worn, soft looking blue comforter and never leave, but he had more pressing issues down south. There was a chair against the wall that had dirty clothes thrown on it and there was one of Cid’s dirty, sweat covered blue t-shirts sitting at the top of the pile. The urge to take the shirt was overwhelming.

“Take the shirt.” Chaos’s lust filled voice rang in his ears. “Take the shirt, take the fucking shirt and we can go jack off with it, come on Vincent just take it, I need to get off NOW!” Vincent grabbed the shirt and quickly left the room and made his way down the hall and into the room he always claimed when staying on Cid’s airship.

Once in the room Vincent threw Cid’s shirt on the bed and quickly dropped his cloak. He then removed his gauntlet (1) and set it on the table in the room. He pulled the glove on his other hand off in one fluid motion. His now bare hands quickly worked on the buckles of his shirt, getting stuck on one, he ended up just ripping it to get his shirt off, Chaos was quickly taking over his thought processes, and at the moment Vincent didn’t mind at all. He sat on the bed and yanked his boots off before angrily going after his belts. Really, wearing this much clothing was non-conducive to sexual matters. Luckily the gunman found underwear to be pointless and didn’t wear any.

Vincent leaned against the pillows of the bed and took the shirt he had thrown and pushed his face into the fabric, inhaling deep. ‘Oh gods, no one should be allowed to smell this amazing’ Vincent thought as just the scent of the shirt hardened him impossibly further.

“Touch yourself.” He heard Chaos say in his mind and complied. Vincent’s heavily scarred and normally gauntlet covered left arm traveled down his body, caressing as it made its way towards his painfully hard and dripping erection. Vincent was breathing in the intoxicating mix of cigarettes, cologne, and something that was distinctly Cid and Chaos decided it was time to get this really going.

“Imagine him fucking you Vince.” Chaos panted in Vincent’s head. “Picture it. Laid out on that large bed of his, surrounded by bedding that reeks of him.” Vincent shifted on the bed and moaned loudly as he wrapped his hand around his arousal and Chaos’s imagery spilled into his mind. “Imagine him fucking you, good and hard, rough, like you like. Giving you all he’s got. Shit, Vincent we’re not going to last long.” Vincent’s hand abandoned the shirt, leaving it to flop on to the pillow and pushed his fingers into his mouth, sucking on two of them then trailing them down his body.

Vincent spread his legs wider and shoved both his fingers in roughly, crying out at the intrusion. The hand on his cock sped up as the fingers inside him angled around trying to find that spot and Chaos whispered into his mind again.

“Oh gods, Vincent, yeah. Fuck, yeah, imagine his cock in there, fucking you like mad, pounding you into his mattress, ramming into you so hard that you scream louder than you ever have. Come on, Vince, find that fucking spot we need to come so fucking bad.” Vincent angled his fingers at just the right angle and they brushed his prostate as he cried out and gasped. He kept the angle and shoved hard, screaming as his fingers pushed roughly at the little bundle of nerves. His hand sped up and his cries became more frequent. Chaos had reduced his speech to growls and moans as Vincent got closer and closer to climax.

Vincent could feel the familiar coil of heat start in his belly and he sped up his hands. After about three more violent thrusts of his fingers he came, screaming out Cid’s name, his come splashing all the way up to his chest. He lay there, breath ragged as he slipped his fingers from his body and slowly, somewhat painfully pulled the covers over him and curled up in their warmth. Right before he slipped into dreamland he remembered the shirt and cuddled it to his face as he and Chaos blacked out to the world, sated for the time being.