Breakfast part one Version two

Cid cussed loudly as his ship nearly crushed front first in to dirt, gravel and rock. The idea of twisted metal already in his head. He could already hear the old girl as her front end would twist into the dirt, steel and brass peeling like skin off her frame. He pulled up at the last moment saving her, his ship, face but not her landing gear. It snapped under the weight of everything caused by his haste. Griping his spear on the way out of the cockpit he took off into a dead run. His smokers lungs working over time.

He knew well what Vincent was about to do. He could only hope that he'd gotten there in time.

***
“God damnit, Vin. My ol' heart can't take much! Runnin' off ta blow yer brains out!” The pilot cussed and yelled dragging the ex-gunman back to the ship.

Cid growled as Vincent made no movement to stop him or give a reason for the nearly fatal gun shot. “What the hell ya got ta say fer yer self! Cloaked bastard! You gonna die and leave me here ta morn yer goin'?”

Cid back handed Vincent then. The ex-turk went off balance and went to the ground. Cid snatched his back up with what was left of the damned cloak. He shook the gunman over and over. Every shake he cussed more and more, his old heart pouring out his anger and pain over the gunman's actions. “Why, Vin!? Why!? I ain't good enough!?”

The old Pilot started to sob. He gripped Vincent in his arms and pulled him close to his chest. His lungs fought to keep air flowing as harsh sobs wracked his frame.

***
"Gods Vin yer' fuckin' beautiful.." Cid moaned between gritted teeth.

Cid fond himself nearly grinding his teeth as Vincent gasped under him. Cid droved forward again, Vincent shuddered around him. A stuttered moan escaped from the gunman's lips and his arms shook. Cid leaned down over Vincent's back and bucked hard into the willing body. Vincent fell forward, forehead buried in the sheets. His whimpers were muffled as he struggled to find a grip.

Sweat began to drip down his back as Cid's hands slid under and over Vincent's abdomen, stopping at his chest to run pointer fingers over hardening nipples. Vincent moaned again, louder this time. Cid gave a mental grin as Vincent's moans began to get louder and louder. It would be soon Vincent would be screaming the Captain's name.

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Cid groaned slighty hearing a nosie coming from the hall. He looked over to the vacant sheets aside him. Vincent must be up. Cid smiled to himself. It would take work to get Vincent to open up; Cid was a man used to work. He built airships for a living. How hard could this be.

Yes there is like 2 versions of each part. ONe is from Vincent's and the other from Cid's POV

Ooh, I got it. That's cool. *two thumbs up* (doesn't have anymore thumbs for you. sorry)