Twitch

"...This isn't funny, Cid."

"Yer right. It's fucking hilarious!" Vincent simply glared at him...or at least, he glared as best he could with his eye twitching.

For some unknown reason, the ex-Turk's eye had begun twitching while he was reading. But it's not like this was uncommon. It happened occasionally, but never for as long as this. His eye had been twitching for 30 minutes. 30 minutes, and Cid had been laughing for nearly as long.

Vincent covered his twitching right eye with his hand and glared at his lover, who was lying on the couch in hysterics. "This truly isn't as funny as you think it is." He mumbled as he tried to make his eye stop, to no avail. Cid merely laughed more at the sight of Vincent blinking in a pathetic attempt to make his eyes stop its annoying spasms.

"Trust me Vince, it sure as hell is. Ya should see yerself." Vincent glared and turned around in his seat to look at himself in the mirror that was on the wall next to the couch. He started at his reflection. His ebony hair lay straight and flat against his face and shoulders, his red bandana keeping his bangs out of his eyes; his skin was pale as always, and…his eye was still twitching.

He watched his reflection and, more importantly, the muscles of his right eye continue to contract despite his best efforts to make them stop.

"I look ridiculous." He mumbled as he tried in vain to make his eye stop again. Cid merely snickered more and pulled the gunman on top of him. Vincent let out a soft yelp as he dropped his book to the floor and pressed his hands against the pilot’s chest to catch his balance, his legs lying between Cid’s, and his hips fitting perfectly inside the other’s.

"Well I think ya look good no matter what." Vincent blushed deeply as Cid draped his leg over his waist.

"You always say that, even when I first get up in the morning and look like hell." Cid merely smirked at him.

"Aw, jus' shut it." He mumbled against Vincent's lips as he kissed his lover deeply.

Vincent's cheeks turned bright red as his eyes slowly fell closed and he kissed back, smirking slightly to himself after several seconds.

Well, if Cid ever got a new job, Vincent could think of two things he could put on his résumé: total kiss up and a cure for twitching eyes.