Title: Cat's Out.
Dedicated to all those who love CidVincent, and mainly Dream-Gal 101, for asking for a sequel.
Setting: Pick one.
Pairings: CidXVincent-Come on, it's the sequel!
Disclaimer: If I owned it would I be writing this? No, I'd turn it into a game. ...And it'd sell millions!
Warnings: Explicit slash, yaoi, shonen-ai, swearing, minor blood, masturbation-of a certain kind, oral, anal, smut, lemons of all sizes, use of tobacco, sex, major OOCness, a wedding, showers-if you don't know what this means, flee!, grinding, groping, I'm sure you can use your imaginations to make this list longer. Oh, and I know my spelling sucks, Microsoft crashed for me, and this is Wordpad, so don't tell me about it. IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THIS, THEN DON'T FUCKING READ IT!!! FLAMERS CAN GO FUCK OFF!
Thoughts
Note: 1. This takes off where "Their Little Secret" left off. 2. This will have chapters- unlike the other. And 3. This will be longer-as soon as I figure out what to write.
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Cid looked up at Vincent. "That so?" Cid asked, knowing that he would be more than happy to sit by and watch Vincent riding him. Vincent grinned, moving his hips with more force. Cid groaned, letting his head fall back onto the bedding.
"Instead of making love," Vincent purred, he leaned forward so his mouth was almost touching Cid's earlobe. "Let's fuck." Cid swallowed, hearing the pure lust in Vincent's deep voice. "What do you think?" Vincent rolled his hips fiercely, causing Cid to groan instead of replying. "Well, Chief?" Vincent asked, grinding his ass into Cid's cock again.
Cid reached out and held Vincent's hips still. Chuckling, Vincent licked the lobe that was right by his lips. "I can't fuckin' think straight wit' you doin' that!" Cid growled. In response, Vincent nipped at the ear before blowing a puff of hot air into it. "Fuck!" Cid thrust his hips up against Vincent, making the ex-Turk grin.
"I think I'll take that as an agreement," Vincent whispered, his words slightly slurred for he had the ear in between his fangs. Vincent pulled away from the lobe, shifting his weight so his ass was directly on top of Cid's straining cock. "I believe we should undress first," Vincent said with a smirk. "Or we will have nothing to change into." Vincent kneeled above Cid, then got off of the bed altogether.
Cid groaned as he sat up. "You just love to torture me, don'cha?" Vincent grinned as he stripped underneath Cid's gaze, but not before making sure to take his time. Once Vincent stood before Cid in all of his glory, he cracked a grin.
"Still clothed, Cid? Do you need any help?" Vincent asked taking a step towards the distrated pilot. Vincent ran his hand over Cid's chest with a light touch. Cid snapped out of his trance, and undressed as quickly as he possibly could without hurting himself. Once Cid was naked, Vincent pushed him down on the bed.
Cid felt that if he was to die in the sea of black, we would die happy, for when he looked up, he saw Vincent leaning over him, his hair falling partially in front of his eyes without the aid of his bandana. Vincent grinned, placing his hands on Cid's shoulders, applying a bit of weight, but not much.
"Ready?" Vincent asked, his smirk growing. "'Cause once I start, I won't stop, no matter what." Cid nodded vigorously, agreeing with all of his heart. Vincent's smirk grew even more, leading Cid to believe that his face would shatter if it got any larger. "Good."
With that said, Vincent plunged himself down on Cid's dripping cock. A ragged cry left both of their throats, but Vincent kept true to his word. With a growl, he lifted himself and plunged himself down on Cid's cock. Vincent continued his riding, becoming more fierce in the way he dropped impaled himself. Cid was moaning in pleasure, fingers clutching at the bedding.
Cid began to thrust his hips upwards, matching Vincent's thrusts and forcing himself deeper into the heat. Vincent growled and quickened his pace. Cid groaned, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened. The only sounds in the room was that of their panting, growling, moaning, and the slap that their skin made when Vincent's ass roughly collided with Cid's hips.
Vincent continued to bury Cid into him while he leaned back slightly, resting his hands on the sheets. Vincent grasped at them, barely hearing the tearing of the fabric over the pounding in his head. Vincent only moved his hips, the rest of him was struggling to stay upright.
A deep, continuous growl came from Vincent's throat. He rode Cid, almost ignoring the other man. Cid's eyes slid shut as he moaned. He softly muttered the word "fuck" as Vincent ruthelessly continued to force Cid as deep as he could go. Vincent found a rhythm that he could easily keep, yet still feel Cid's cock roughly stroke his prostate.
Cid's groaning increased as he felt a hot liquid spead on his abdomen. Cid pried his eyes open and looked at Vincent's pulsating cock. Pre-cum had gushed from the tip and the clear liquid was now pooling on his stomach. Cid released his grip on the bedding, and he reached forward, roughly grabbing Vincent's unattended cock with his right hand.
Vincent's growl became louder and his pace of his thrusting hips became more erratic when he felt the hot fingers wrap around him. Cid roughly jerked his hand forward, causing more of the liquid to flow from the head of Vincent's dick. Vincent growled louder and Cid began to squeeze Vincent as he moved his hand.
The pair continued, feeling themselves nearing the white oblivion of release. Vincent quickened his pace again, causing a ragged moan to slip from Cid's mouth. Cid and Vincent came at the same time; they shouted each other's name. As Vincent came on Cid's hand and chest, his muscules clenched tightly around Cid. Cid came when Vincent tightened around his shaft.
Vincent and were breathing heavily and Vincent lifted his hips, removing Cid from him. As Cid's cock was removed, hot cum dripped out of Vincent's open ass. Vincent did not move far though. Once Vincent felt Cid's cock out of his ass, Vincent collapsed on top of Cid's chest, not caring that the cum was now smeared on his chest also.
Vincent could feel Cid's heart beating faster than normal, and he was sure that his was doing the same. Their breathing was still comming in quick gasps, their lungs still not getting enough oxygen to their lungs. "Tired?" Cid gasped. He brought a hand up and placed it over the small of Vincent's back. Vincent could feel the cum that was still leaking out of his ass, though slower now.
"For now," Vincent replied, slightly out of breath. "But not for long." Cid grinned as he heard this.
"Doesn't suprise me," Cid said as he glanced at Vincent's bedside clock. "You were ridin' me for more'n twenty minutes." Vincent moaned in agreement as he nuzzled against Cid.
"We'll work on breaking that record later," Vincent said, causing Cid to laugh.
"I'll take you up on that," Cid said feeling Vincent run his fingers though his blonde hair. "We should get cleaned off, Vin." Vincent shook his head.
"In a bit," Vincent mumbled, quiet comfortable lying on top of Cid. Though Vincent did roll off of Cid, worried that he would constrict Cid's breathing. Cid looked over to Vincent, thinking at first that he was going to get up and take a shower to get the cum off of his pale chest. Instead, Cid just stared at Vincent, who was lying next to him, their sides pressing against one another.
"Why'd you move?" Cid asked, not understanding why Vincent felt the need to leave his chest, ecspecially when Cid was feeling warm and slightly sleepy. Vincent mumbled his response, but Cid was able to hear Vincent. "You ain't fat, Vin! Hell, if you get any thinner yer gonna be a stick figure." Vincent chuckled but did not move.
Cid reached over, grabbing Vincent's waist, he pulled Vincent back on top of him. "Plus," Cid added, grinning at Vincent's shocked reaction. "It felt nice to have you lyin' on top of me."
"So I take that you are all right with the idea of doing this again?" Vincent asked, smiling, yet chaging the subject. Cid's grin widened and he grabbed Vincent's ass, giving it a squeeze. "Again, I'll take that as a 'yes'. ...I love you, Cid."
Cid's grin turned into a pure smile. "I love ya, too, Vin," Cid said, holding Vincent tighter to him. "Never forget that either, or I'll have to kick your Vampire ass." Vincent chuckled at this, while Cid just laughed.
"I won't, Cid," Vincent said. Vincent stopped, a small smile slid across his face as he looked at Cid sneakily. Cid, who was staring at Vincent, did not let this look go past him.
"I'm almost afraid to ask, but, what are you thinking of?" Cid asked, slightly fearing the reply. Vincent's smile broadened, but he did not answer. "...What? Somethin' on my face?"
Vincent looked Cid in the eyes, joy was easily visible in the crimson orbs. "I was just thinking about what Reno said." Cid looked at Vincent with confused eyes.
"I'm not gonna try to sleep with Rufus," Cid said, not quite understanding what Vincent was getting at. Vincent shivered and gagged. "That's not what you meant?" Vincent shook his head at Cid's ludicrous statement. "Then what do you mean, I can't read your mind."
"First of all," Vincent said, gagging again. "I never want to hear you say that EVER again. That was a horrible mental image!" Cid chuckled at this. "Secondly, I was thinking about when Reno was calling you 'hubby'." Cid's eyes widened.
"You ain't callin' me 'hubby'!" Cid sternly said. "Although, it would seem funny for you to call anyone that in public." Vincent laughed this time.
"I was not going to suggest that," Vincent said, laughing slightly. "I was going to say that we should come up with a nickname for you, one that only we would know."
Cid seemed to ponder this for a short while. "Sure," Cid said, agreeing a lot quicker thn Vincent thought that he would. "As long as you get one, too." Now it was Vincent's turn to mull over this prospect. Vincent nodded, believeing that Cid would come up with something that would be extremely sentimental.
"I would be fine with that," Vincent said, much to Cid's glee. "But first," Vincent said, cutting Cid's glee short. "I believe we should move farther into the bed, for you must be uncomfortable with your feet dangling off of the edge." Cid grinned and shrugged.
Vincent rolled his eyes playfully at Cid before beginning to get to his knees. Cid sat up along with Vincent, then he scooted in the middle of the bed, pulling Vincent with him. He lied down, forcing Vincent to lie down on top of him, although Vincent did not object to this.
"Okay," Cid said, getting comfortable again. "Now, what should I call you?" Vincent just looked at Cid's face, watching the pilot's face as he thought. Vincent would smile whenever he saw the tip of Cid's tongue just barely part his lips as he concentrated.
Vincent sat in the silence, then an idea came to him. He reached over and pulled over the drawer to his nightstand. He had always hid a few sweet snacks in the drawer for when he could not focus, or when he just wanted to relax. After all, Vincent could only pay attention and think clearly when he had eaten something even a little bit sweet. Luckily, He could hide such actions with his cloak, so the other members of 'Avalanche' never knew.
Vincent groped around in the drawer, his fingers gliding over the cold metal of his hand revolver, hidden in the room for added protection. Vincent had other guns stashed in the room also, like his rifle, carefully hidden in the wall by the closet, next to the door. But right now, Vincent was concentrating on another task. His bare fingers glided over the bottle of gun grease that he had for cleaning the numerous guns he had obtained over their trip.
Fingers continued to glide over objects, unopened letters, a small, pressed rose, a thin paperback book, but finally the item he wanted. Vincent grabbed it and removed his hand from the drawer like it would burn him. Vincent pushed the drawer shut with the back of his hand, his eyes glancing at the darkly wrapper item.
Cid noticed a rich scent and looked at Vincent, seeing the dark warpper, he raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
Vincent smiled, "Close your eyes and open your mouth," he ordered. Cid followded Vincent's command, curious of what the gunner had in store for him. Cid heard a snap come from Vincent and he was tempted to open his eyes. "No peeking." Cid chuckled, believing that Vincent could read minds. Cid felt Something cold lightly touch his tongue.
When Vincent had let go of it, he told Cid he can close his mouth. Cid chewed on the small block in his mouth. His eyes flew open and a smile was on his face. "You've been hidin' chocolate, Vin?" Cid said after he swallowed the rich block. "Even though I've een sharin' my cigs?"
Vincent grinned at Cid. "You looked like you needed to concentrate, and this always helps me," Vincent said as he broke off two more pieces, he put one in his mouth and pressed the other against Cid's lips. Cid opened his mouth, gladly eating the sweet. "Think of anything yet?" Vincent asked when he finished his piece.
Cid nodded, "Yup!" Vincent smiled and wrapped up the bar again. He opened the drawer and placed the chocolate back in it's place.
"Well?" Vincent asked, waiting for Cid to tell him.
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