When Nero left after the Omega incident, it had taken everytthing Cid had (including several long talks with Biggs and Wedge) not to chase him down. The more he tried to hold tight to Nero, the more he'd struggle. That was in the man's nature, he was like a damn housecoeurl that way.
So he waited, and fretted, and did what he did whenever something kept him awake at nights: he worked. The concept seemed vaguely obscene, based on several civilian-use machina he'd heard about but never personally purchased, and Cid comforted himself with the notion that if Nero returned and turned him down for good at least he'd be able to put it to personal use afterwards.
Preparing the device did put him in mind of some of the more ecletic reading he'd done as a youth. He'd adored the boys' adventure novels with their young, stalwart Garlean lads facing off against savage hordes and corrupt engineers. Bigoted as all get out, obviously, and just as much a part of the propaganda machine of Garlemald as their daily news reports on the radio but it didn't make them not fun.
Cid had often found himself coming back over and over to the scenes of the viewpoint Strapping Lad, or perhaps a Gasping Maiden, chained to a worktable as a cackling mad scientist went over them with clinical precision, examining and touching them as if they were no more than just another experimental subject. The idea of being that subject had thrilled him, just a little - or of being the one inflicting such cold inspections upon a partner.
And he had to admit, Nero did make an excellent mad scientist.
Nero went to the closest thing that could be home -- Mor Dhona. It was in sight of the Agrius (the warship of the XIVth and once his actual home, for the most part) and a Imperial Installation. Even if he didn't really miss the Empire, he still did miss home sometimes. So he had taken over the parapet of building that had housed the Mor Dhona Ironworks office, and made it his own.
(Technically, it still belonged to the Ironworks, so he felt doubly entitled to it for lodging. Also, it meant nobody contested its ownership and the only adventurer squatting there was him.)
He stayed there for a time while he finished his post-Omega recovery and waited for things to die down. So while terror yet loomed on the horizon in the form of Zenos, he had not yet struck. Nobody had yet been called to Werlyt to help with the G-Warrior. All of that was in fairly near future. For Nero, the now was resting, reading, and occasionally having nightmares about nearly fucking snuffing in in an Ala Mhigan desert.
(Once or twice, he could be found masturbating to Cid's hand on him, gripping him tight. Sure, he'd been dying at the time, but-- he couldn't remember the last time Cid held him so crystal clearly as that, and he didn't want to say how strange and conflicted it made him feel.)
Eventually, though, eventually he wanders back after he's done a couple of delves an at least one job for Rowena. Cid has to be up to something useful by now, right? So he strolls into the workshop in his red uniform like he wasn't simply gone for weeks before, and goes to make coffee without a how-do-you-do despite the fact he'd fucked off right out of his sickbed the last time anybody saw him. (Not to mention, half a million gil richer.)
Cid is understandably a bit tense when he shows up. Trying not to seem relieved, trying not to seem angry. Maybe he'd even been able to articulate those feelings once they were alone, if Nero hadn't bickered and made the temperature rise further.
To the point that he was slamming Nero into a wall the second they were alone and kissing him hard enough to bruise.
It was going so well (it was not) so of course he had to make a snide comment about coffee (just because) and of COURSE Cid had to be bitchy back (it was absolutely unnecessary because Nero was obviously right about the coffee.) He hadn't expected Cid to get violent.
...then he realized it wasn't violent. Well, not like that, anyway. Even with Cid being a full fulm shorter than he was, was grabbed, slammed, and with Cid keeping him pinned low enough to forcefully kiss, he ended up with one leg under him and the other hooked around Cid's thigh.
Stop him? Fight him? Perish the thought. He grabbed on with both hands and vied for control of the kiss, one hand fisting in Cid's hair and the other in his coat.
By the time Cid caught himself he was already deep in the kiss, and pulling back from his impulsive act wasn't going to be an option. He slammed Nero against the wall, tongue diving between his lips. No plan, just 'keep this man here'.
Nero had his plan; and it was grab for the buckles that kept the heavy apron and undo them, starting the furious process of trying to rip Cid's clothes from his body. After all, this is exactly what he craved from Cid: acknowledgement, attention, desire -- even with the abiding current of anger, his cock was already half hard in his trousers and he had dropped his leg to make it easier to tear more clothing off him.
"I had a plan, damnit," Cid grumbles under his breath. There was a script and everything. They were going to talk this out very carefully. But no, Nero had to look at him with that grin and everything went to shit, this plans included. Cid gets Nero's pants off and shoves him up onto the worktable, hands grappling with his cock.
Nero is pulling off his shirt as fast as he possibly can without ripping it and putting his glasses askew at the same time, and only manages one of them. (He has to right his sunglasses on his face once the shirt hits the floor.)
"Of course you had a plan," Nero says, before he kisses again, dragging his teeth over Cid's lower lip to suck on it for a moment. "But you know what? This is better."
Cid moaned, his own cock getting wiggled out of his pants so he could slide it along Nero's, arching against him. "Ruin all my...you're lucky you're cute," he growled, once he'd gotten over the pure brain-scorching that was Nero sucking on him. "And that there's no lube in here."
"Fuck!" Nero hissed, doubly frustrated. He was really excited to get that dick, and now he has to wait. "You blow this chance to rail me on your work bench like I'm a project in need of a smith's hammer, Garlond, really?"
It is not stopping him from hooking at leg over his hip, opening himself up further so there's more friction for the frotting. In their disheveled state, he rucks Cid's shirt to shamelessly grope a pectoral, and pinch a nipple both for pleasure and for punishment, alternating between groping and pinching as he buried his face at Cid's, temple, the strap of his goggles and unpleasant reminder of everything that was between them. "Fffffffuck, you're lucky you're Cid bloody Garlond."
"Well, now you have something to come back to," Cid snarls, right before Nero ups the stakes by grapping his chest. His teeth bite at the air and abruptly he drops to his knees, devouring Nero's cock like he's famished. Yes, give him a reason to not run away again, to come back over and over.
All but feeling the thump as Cid's knees hit the floor, Nero is delighted to see something he has longed for -- sliding his hands into that silver hair with one hand and bracing himself against the bench with the other. One leg goes over his shoulder, heel pressing in against his back to encourage him, while the other stays spread and open to give him room.
"K-keep-- keep me coming back, you mean!" he hissed out. "FFffuck, I always come back, you--" Before he makes too loud of a noise, Nero takes his hand from Cid's hair to jam it into his mouth. He can't moan and howl and curse like he wants to, or the whole Ironworks will know that Cid's sucking his soul out through his dick.
You know, Cid appreciates that. Appreciates also that he's found at least one way to keep Nero in line and that's to blow his mind so much he can't think of disobeying. (Project to speculate on later.) He takes Nero in deeper and swallows, as if to accentuate smugness when he can't do much but look up over the edge of his goggles at the other Garlean.
The high pitched whine that comes up out of Nero's throat is Cid's reward, as he holds himself stil and tries not to turn this into a very active- face fucking. If he does, he will get noisy, he will announce to the Ironworks they are fucking, and so many people will be upset (not the least of which will be Garlond himself.)
But he does have to take his fist out of his mouth to warn: "G--Garlond, G-- gonna--! I'm almost there."
Because he would be shortly after, biting red marks into his fist once more as starbursts light up his eyelids.
Cid takes it without complaint, without flinching, because at least it means that Nero is home. (Is this home? He'll unpack that later." His only encouragement is a slap on Nero's thigh to get him to come already, and then an abrupt wet noise as he takes what's given.
Cid digs for his hankerchief in his pocket and sits back, spitting the remnants into it and tucking it away again.
Dick soft and wet, Nero's legs fall from their positions to simply lay at rest as he drops back to support himself on his elbows, panting softly as he drop hhis head back in turn.
He doesn't have anything smart ass to say, which might be a first.
Cid's just down there on his knees, even shorter than usual, looking smug as all get out. His dick's still out of his pants, hard and wet, but he can't even be bothered to pay attention to it. He's fixated on Nero's face.
When Nero can bring himself to sit up right again, he looks down at Cid both of them with their pants either down around their ankles or just straight off. A wave of adoration, and then a softer thing, a loving thing, sweeps over Nero's features before he remembers himself and puts back his haughty demeanor.
"You look so good," he purred, reaching down, "hard and wanting like that. Tell me what you need, Garlond, and you get it? Well -- other then to remember to jump me in a room you've got something we can use."
Because he knows he will. He knows. They're like magnets, always drawing toward each other until Nero flips his polarity and fires himself away, running like he always has.
There's a soft sigh of regret as that adoration fades. Delicious while it lasts, all the more so for how brief it was. How hard he had to work for it. "Want you," he says, cock in hand. "Unless you want me just to...get off to the sight of that hideous face of yours."
"Could you, really?" Nero says as he straightens his pants and puts himself to rights again. Then he's leaning down -- brave, to come within reach of a wanting Cid Garlond-- but then he's on him, kissing him again, pushing him down on the flagstones, hand finding his dick as he wants to rut with him there on the floor, like they're horny teenagers again and can't be arsed to get to a bed. (Their knees will regret it more this time around, but such is life and aging.)
"If I had," he said, kissing down Cid's chest, "half an inkling-- I could have come prepared. But I didn't think--"
--- think he's get held like this, wanted like this touched like this --
"You'd be so damned impatient." And to keep Cid from being too mouthy, Nero dips to take him into his mouth - a blow for a blow, it seems fair.
Cid's got his hand clasped over his mouth, and he is NOT shy about mussing Nero's carefully gelled hair with his fingers. Things that haven't changed since Nero was last here: when Cid gets wound up he's at an utter loss for words.
When he comes he's half-curled on the floor, and he'll find bruises on his ass later from it.
That's exactly what Nero wants, taking advantage of the fact that Cid is aching, leaking and primed-- he knows it's going to take a few bobs of his head, some enthusiastic stroking, before he ends up taking a mouthful of come in turn. He grabs Cid's hankerchief from where it was abandoned on hte floor, does his own spit, and then sits back on his haunches.
He glows. Sure, his gelled hair is a mess and it's sticking everywhere, but he's still gotten what he wanted: Cid needed him. Cid wanted him. This was going to be the highlight of his week. (Or so he thought.)
"Get it out of your system, Garlond?" he asks, pale brows lifting. "Or do need more?"
Cid wants to respond that of course he needs more. He needs Nero here every night in his bed and every day in his workshop, stimulating him body and mind, he needs more than the brief teasing tastes that are so much worse than a full fast.
Instead, he grumpily pulls his pant back up and tries to not look as soft as he feels inside. "Adequate," he mumbles, trying to get to his feet on unsteady legs. "You want it properly, you'll have to wait until we turn in for the night and come by my room."
Nero makes an indignant sound, climbing to his feel and righting his clothes. The hair... the hair's going o have to see a comb, and even then it might be a little fluffier than it needs to be.
"Then," he says, "maybe come by tonight. But don't wait up too long..."
He has to tease, to taunt, to smirk -- despite the glow that says he'll be here as soon as Cid shuts the door.
If anyone notices that both men immediately vanished and then reappeared looking rumpled and glowing, they don't say anything. Biggs and Wedge give Nero some minor glowers, defensive as they are of their boss, but nobody else here has seen the shit Nero's gotten up to - wouldn't even know him unless he was introduced as 'the man who put Ultima into operation'.
Cid just does his work, and then when the work day is over dumps a little more whiskey than is necessary into his evening tea.
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Date: 2022-10-23 09:53 pm (UTC)So he waited, and fretted, and did what he did whenever something kept him awake at nights: he worked. The concept seemed vaguely obscene, based on several civilian-use machina he'd heard about but never personally purchased, and Cid comforted himself with the notion that if Nero returned and turned him down for good at least he'd be able to put it to personal use afterwards.
Preparing the device did put him in mind of some of the more ecletic reading he'd done as a youth. He'd adored the boys' adventure novels with their young, stalwart Garlean lads facing off against savage hordes and corrupt engineers. Bigoted as all get out, obviously, and just as much a part of the propaganda machine of Garlemald as their daily news reports on the radio but it didn't make them not fun.
Cid had often found himself coming back over and over to the scenes of the viewpoint Strapping Lad, or perhaps a Gasping Maiden, chained to a worktable as a cackling mad scientist went over them with clinical precision, examining and touching them as if they were no more than just another experimental subject. The idea of being that subject had thrilled him, just a little - or of being the one inflicting such cold inspections upon a partner.
And he had to admit, Nero did make an excellent mad scientist.
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Date: 2022-10-23 10:19 pm (UTC)(Technically, it still belonged to the Ironworks, so he felt doubly entitled to it for lodging. Also, it meant nobody contested its ownership and the only adventurer squatting there was him.)
He stayed there for a time while he finished his post-Omega recovery and waited for things to die down. So while terror yet loomed on the horizon in the form of Zenos, he had not yet struck. Nobody had yet been called to Werlyt to help with the G-Warrior. All of that was in fairly near future. For Nero, the now was resting, reading, and occasionally having nightmares about nearly fucking snuffing in in an Ala Mhigan desert.
(Once or twice, he could be found masturbating to Cid's hand on him, gripping him tight. Sure, he'd been dying at the time, but-- he couldn't remember the last time Cid held him so crystal clearly as that, and he didn't want to say how strange and conflicted it made him feel.)
Eventually, though, eventually he wanders back after he's done a couple of delves an at least one job for Rowena. Cid has to be up to something useful by now, right? So he strolls into the workshop in his red uniform like he wasn't simply gone for weeks before, and goes to make coffee without a how-do-you-do despite the fact he'd fucked off right out of his sickbed the last time anybody saw him. (Not to mention, half a million gil richer.)
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Date: 2022-10-23 10:23 pm (UTC)To the point that he was slamming Nero into a wall the second they were alone and kissing him hard enough to bruise.
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Date: 2022-10-23 10:43 pm (UTC)...then he realized it wasn't violent. Well, not like that, anyway. Even with Cid being a full fulm shorter than he was, was grabbed, slammed, and with Cid keeping him pinned low enough to forcefully kiss, he ended up with one leg under him and the other hooked around Cid's thigh.
Stop him? Fight him? Perish the thought. He grabbed on with both hands and vied for control of the kiss, one hand fisting in Cid's hair and the other in his coat.
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Date: 2022-10-24 01:16 am (UTC)"Of course you had a plan," Nero says, before he kisses again, dragging his teeth over Cid's lower lip to suck on it for a moment. "But you know what? This is better."
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Date: 2022-10-24 03:24 am (UTC)It is not stopping him from hooking at leg over his hip, opening himself up further so there's more friction for the frotting. In their disheveled state, he rucks Cid's shirt to shamelessly grope a pectoral, and pinch a nipple both for pleasure and for punishment, alternating between groping and pinching as he buried his face at Cid's, temple, the strap of his goggles and unpleasant reminder of everything that was between them. "Fffffffuck, you're lucky you're Cid bloody Garlond."
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Date: 2022-10-24 06:59 pm (UTC)"K-keep-- keep me coming back, you mean!" he hissed out. "FFffuck, I always come back, you--" Before he makes too loud of a noise, Nero takes his hand from Cid's hair to jam it into his mouth. He can't moan and howl and curse like he wants to, or the whole Ironworks will know that Cid's sucking his soul out through his dick.
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Date: 2022-10-24 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-10-24 07:59 pm (UTC)But he does have to take his fist out of his mouth to warn: "G--Garlond, G-- gonna--! I'm almost there."
Because he would be shortly after, biting red marks into his fist once more as starbursts light up his eyelids.
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Date: 2022-10-24 08:07 pm (UTC)Cid digs for his hankerchief in his pocket and sits back, spitting the remnants into it and tucking it away again.
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Date: 2022-10-24 08:12 pm (UTC)He doesn't have anything smart ass to say, which might be a first.
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Date: 2022-10-25 12:41 am (UTC)"You look so good," he purred, reaching down, "hard and wanting like that. Tell me what you need, Garlond, and you get it? Well -- other then to remember to jump me in a room you've got something we can use."
Because he knows he will. He knows. They're like magnets, always drawing toward each other until Nero flips his polarity and fires himself away, running like he always has.
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Date: 2022-10-25 12:45 am (UTC)Because he could. He really could.
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Date: 2022-10-25 01:24 am (UTC)"If I had," he said, kissing down Cid's chest, "half an inkling-- I could have come prepared. But I didn't think--"
--- think he's get held like this, wanted like this touched like this --
"You'd be so damned impatient." And to keep Cid from being too mouthy, Nero dips to take him into his mouth - a blow for a blow, it seems fair.
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Date: 2022-10-25 02:40 am (UTC)When he comes he's half-curled on the floor, and he'll find bruises on his ass later from it.
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Date: 2022-10-25 03:59 am (UTC)He glows. Sure, his gelled hair is a mess and it's sticking everywhere, but he's still gotten what he wanted: Cid needed him. Cid wanted him. This was going to be the highlight of his week. (Or so he thought.)
"Get it out of your system, Garlond?" he asks, pale brows lifting. "Or do need more?"
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Date: 2022-10-26 03:47 pm (UTC)Instead, he grumpily pulls his pant back up and tries to not look as soft as he feels inside. "Adequate," he mumbles, trying to get to his feet on unsteady legs. "You want it properly, you'll have to wait until we turn in for the night and come by my room."
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Date: 2022-10-26 04:04 pm (UTC)"Then," he says, "maybe come by tonight. But don't wait up too long..."
He has to tease, to taunt, to smirk -- despite the glow that says he'll be here as soon as Cid shuts the door.
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Date: 2022-10-26 04:17 pm (UTC)Cid just does his work, and then when the work day is over dumps a little more whiskey than is necessary into his evening tea.
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