Final Fantasy VII: Cid/Vincent
Title: From the Inside
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cussing, definitely cussing
Word count: 1,121
Summary: Somehow, switching bodies hadn't been expected.
There were times when he could still be surprised. They hadn't been many since he woke with the demons, but they still existed, and he could honestly say that he could appreciate that in comparison to the universe his imagination was fairly limited.
Still, he had never given consideration to the fact that this was a possible natural reaction to a materia or an item of any kind. In fact, it was something that had never even occurred to him until right this moment.
It was very odd not having the demons in his head.
It was also very odd to be so short.
And, yes, it was exceptionally odd to be hearing his voice from beside him instead of inside him, and he had to shake himself out of his stunned shock to actually look at his body, which seemed just as surprised as he was to be in this situation.
The round of cursing that started confirmed, at last, that yes, there had been a full switch and his lover hadn't gotten lost somewhere in the shuffle. Still.
This was very, very strange.
He peered at the item that had gotten them this way, turning it in his hands. He had little idea how this had occurred. Wonderful. There was also something over there he needed to check on. "Do you have company in there still Cid?"
"Do I…" He trailed into silence, and he looked at him patiently as the man screwed up his face in a way he'd never seen before. "Yeah, yeah I got company. Okay, this is freakin weird, can we go back to normal yet?"
"…I'm afraid I'm not certain how we happen to be in this situation."
"You're so helpful there Valentine." Muttering a few more things, which for once he wasn't able to decipher, the man poked at his body, getting up to do gods only know what.
"Where are you going?"
"To get a damn smoke, that's where." He watched the man stare down at where he was sitting and scowl, obviously uncomfortable with the current arrangement. "Got a problem with that?"
"Yes actually." He gestured the man to sit, finding it strangely bizarre to be looking at his claw from here, and even more so not to be wearing it himself. He was starting to discover that lacking the demons was… not something he favored any longer. It was a discovery he could have lived without.
"Why would… right. Your body and all that shit right?" The man scowled as he dropped back down beside him, picking at the belts that crisscrossed his body. "Why the fuck do you wear all these belts? Damn uncomfortable. I thought they were just hard to get you out of, but Gaia's wrath if they're not digging into places that didn't need digging into."
"Are you finished?" He arched an eyebrow at him, waiting patiently for him to finish the tirade, even though it seemed the man had decided to strip him while he waited to be back to normal. That was fine, he didn't really care at the moment and it wasn't like he hadn't seen his body before in the least.
"Yeah, finished. And don't do that with my face. You have any idea how freaky that look looks on my face?"
"I'm fairly sure I have a good idea by this point, yes." He met his eyes, and Cid coughed a little, clearly wishing he could take that question back.
"Yeah, I bet you do." The not-currently-a-blond turned his head to peer down at the body he was stripping of clothes, since the belts were hardly unattached, and hummed, drawing him to look back to him from the object that caused this issue in the first place.
"Yes?"
The question prompted the red gaze to dart his way before peering back down again, and he shook his head. "I really don't think I've ever seen you from this angle before, y'know that?"
"You mean from inside my body? Yes, I had had a decent idea about that." His tone was dry, and he settled back against the couch arm where the man had been sitting before this had occurred.
"No, smartass. I mean what it must like to be you, in this body and whatnot. I never really gave too much of a thought to those demony things in you and now I'm getting a front row look and they're… well, they're not like I think I thought."
"Oh. Well then."
The way he stilled made the man growl, pushing to his feet and stalking to stand in front of him, wearing just in the pants which apparently he hadn't gotten around to getting off yet if the way he was moving was any indication. "Don't you dare angst in my body. I do not want your angst juices all over it and don't think that just because it'll give me a headache later I won't smack you one if you try that. I didn't mean it like that, so just suck it up Valentine."
Blinking, he just slowly shook his head, waiting to see what the man was up to. "Fine. Then what did you mean?"
"I meant that they're more intelligent than I ever gave em credit for. I always thought the smart bits were you, not that they came with their own little smidges. Have I ever told you that you're way too fucking tall? Cause y'are, I feel like I'm going to get land vertigo or some crap."
"Then sit back down Cid." His tone was bland, very bland, but he was also a bit cautious, because the man was getting a look he knew fairly well, even though it was weird to see it like this, from outside.
"Nah, I got a better idea." Shifting forward, the man straddled him, putting him nose to nose with his own form as he dipped his head, a smirk on his face.
Thank god neither one of them was the type to constantly grin. "You're going to turn this sexual aren't you Cid?"
"Hell yes Vincent. Then later, well, I have plans for later, before I give this body of yours back, but I think we can do with this first, don't you?"
"I suppose…" He tipped his head in a small nod to consent, and found himself being thoroughly kissed a moment later.
He made a note to remind himself to get them back to their bodies before the man could wander off and experiment with flight. But, in the meantime…
Well, in the meantime, he supposed he would get better acquainted with the man's body from the inside, so he could make the best of it later.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cussing, definitely cussing
Word count: 1,121
Summary: Somehow, switching bodies hadn't been expected.
There were times when he could still be surprised. They hadn't been many since he woke with the demons, but they still existed, and he could honestly say that he could appreciate that in comparison to the universe his imagination was fairly limited.
Still, he had never given consideration to the fact that this was a possible natural reaction to a materia or an item of any kind. In fact, it was something that had never even occurred to him until right this moment.
It was very odd not having the demons in his head.
It was also very odd to be so short.
And, yes, it was exceptionally odd to be hearing his voice from beside him instead of inside him, and he had to shake himself out of his stunned shock to actually look at his body, which seemed just as surprised as he was to be in this situation.
The round of cursing that started confirmed, at last, that yes, there had been a full switch and his lover hadn't gotten lost somewhere in the shuffle. Still.
This was very, very strange.
He peered at the item that had gotten them this way, turning it in his hands. He had little idea how this had occurred. Wonderful. There was also something over there he needed to check on. "Do you have company in there still Cid?"
"Do I…" He trailed into silence, and he looked at him patiently as the man screwed up his face in a way he'd never seen before. "Yeah, yeah I got company. Okay, this is freakin weird, can we go back to normal yet?"
"…I'm afraid I'm not certain how we happen to be in this situation."
"You're so helpful there Valentine." Muttering a few more things, which for once he wasn't able to decipher, the man poked at his body, getting up to do gods only know what.
"Where are you going?"
"To get a damn smoke, that's where." He watched the man stare down at where he was sitting and scowl, obviously uncomfortable with the current arrangement. "Got a problem with that?"
"Yes actually." He gestured the man to sit, finding it strangely bizarre to be looking at his claw from here, and even more so not to be wearing it himself. He was starting to discover that lacking the demons was… not something he favored any longer. It was a discovery he could have lived without.
"Why would… right. Your body and all that shit right?" The man scowled as he dropped back down beside him, picking at the belts that crisscrossed his body. "Why the fuck do you wear all these belts? Damn uncomfortable. I thought they were just hard to get you out of, but Gaia's wrath if they're not digging into places that didn't need digging into."
"Are you finished?" He arched an eyebrow at him, waiting patiently for him to finish the tirade, even though it seemed the man had decided to strip him while he waited to be back to normal. That was fine, he didn't really care at the moment and it wasn't like he hadn't seen his body before in the least.
"Yeah, finished. And don't do that with my face. You have any idea how freaky that look looks on my face?"
"I'm fairly sure I have a good idea by this point, yes." He met his eyes, and Cid coughed a little, clearly wishing he could take that question back.
"Yeah, I bet you do." The not-currently-a-blond turned his head to peer down at the body he was stripping of clothes, since the belts were hardly unattached, and hummed, drawing him to look back to him from the object that caused this issue in the first place.
"Yes?"
The question prompted the red gaze to dart his way before peering back down again, and he shook his head. "I really don't think I've ever seen you from this angle before, y'know that?"
"You mean from inside my body? Yes, I had had a decent idea about that." His tone was dry, and he settled back against the couch arm where the man had been sitting before this had occurred.
"No, smartass. I mean what it must like to be you, in this body and whatnot. I never really gave too much of a thought to those demony things in you and now I'm getting a front row look and they're… well, they're not like I think I thought."
"Oh. Well then."
The way he stilled made the man growl, pushing to his feet and stalking to stand in front of him, wearing just in the pants which apparently he hadn't gotten around to getting off yet if the way he was moving was any indication. "Don't you dare angst in my body. I do not want your angst juices all over it and don't think that just because it'll give me a headache later I won't smack you one if you try that. I didn't mean it like that, so just suck it up Valentine."
Blinking, he just slowly shook his head, waiting to see what the man was up to. "Fine. Then what did you mean?"
"I meant that they're more intelligent than I ever gave em credit for. I always thought the smart bits were you, not that they came with their own little smidges. Have I ever told you that you're way too fucking tall? Cause y'are, I feel like I'm going to get land vertigo or some crap."
"Then sit back down Cid." His tone was bland, very bland, but he was also a bit cautious, because the man was getting a look he knew fairly well, even though it was weird to see it like this, from outside.
"Nah, I got a better idea." Shifting forward, the man straddled him, putting him nose to nose with his own form as he dipped his head, a smirk on his face.
Thank god neither one of them was the type to constantly grin. "You're going to turn this sexual aren't you Cid?"
"Hell yes Vincent. Then later, well, I have plans for later, before I give this body of yours back, but I think we can do with this first, don't you?"
"I suppose…" He tipped his head in a small nod to consent, and found himself being thoroughly kissed a moment later.
He made a note to remind himself to get them back to their bodies before the man could wander off and experiment with flight. But, in the meantime…
Well, in the meantime, he supposed he would get better acquainted with the man's body from the inside, so he could make the best of it later.