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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Cloud looked down at his right hand before wiping the sticky fluid across the front of his pants leg. "Vin," Cid called, getting both the blonde and gunner's attention. "I'm gonna have to hang up and get out of here, otherwise Shera's gonna worry herself until she has an aneurism."

Vincent smiled as he looked down at his cell phone. "I understand," he said, picking up the sleek phone. "I have to go wash up, anyways."

"...Wash up?" Cid asked, the mischeivous tone make the gunman's smile widen.

Vincent snickered at the devious question, easily guessing what the blonde was thinking about. "I am only going to take a long, hot bath, Cid."

"Think of me while you're in there."

"...When haven't I?" Vincent could not see the pilot, but he was smiling widely, his face lit up. He heard the sound of a match being struck, which made Vincent smile even more.

The blonde pilot gave a shuddering sigh as he exhaled the smoke. "Hey, Vin," his words slurred slightly by the cigarette resting between his teeth. "Got a present fer ya." Vincent 'hm'ed in response, wondering what said present was. "Open up your stand's drawer." Vincent reached over and grabbed onto the small handle then he gently tugged it, opening the drawer before peering inside, eyes scanning for anything unusual. His face softened when he pulled out the items that were left for him. "It's for times like now. ...When I can't smoke with ya."

Vincent looked down at the semi-crushed carton of cigarettes and lighter in his hand. He opened the carton to find that it had seven cigarettes in it, each and evey one was slightly warped, most likely because of the beatings that the carton probably went through because of the pilot. He pulled out one of the less-bent cigarettes, placing it in between his lips. He then used the lighter to light the end of the cigarette.

As he deeply inhaled, the nicotine filling his lungs and relaxing him even more, Cloud could not help but think dirty thoughts about the still naked, pale man lounging on the bed. He could feel his cock beginning to stir to life again, engorging and constricting his pants. Cloud swallowed harshly, knowing that he could not stay where he had a clear view of the bare man for much longer, but he could not bring himself to turn away and deny his eyes the sight.

"Thank you," Vincent said, placing the carton and lighter back into the drawer. "You are very sweet. And I know the perfect way to make it up to you." Cloud's breathing quickened as he immediately began to imagine all the possible situations of what the gunner was implying, only between himself and the ex-Turk, not between the pale man and other blonde.

"God, I wanna be there with ya so bad," the pilot moaned. "...Fuck! Sorry, Vin. But I gotta deal with this, now. I'll be back as soon as I can. Promise."

"I will hold you to that promise," Vincent said before taking a drag on the smoking cigarette, his words slurred as he spoke around the filter. On the other line, Cid chuckled. "See you soon, Aibou."

"I miss you so much, already," Cid replied, his voice soft and filled with need and desire. Someone was knocking on the door again. "I'm coming, dammit!! Hold yer fuckin' chocobos, already!!! ...Sorry, Vin, but I gotta get goin'. Love you."

"I love you too, Cid," Vincent said, hearing the pilot blow him a kiss. Vincent blew the blonde a kiss in return, hearing his soft laugh. "Goodbye." Cid said his last goodbye and they both hung up, still smiling. He gently set the phone down on his night stand before getting to his feet, careful not to hit the gift bag that was still on the edge of the bed.

Once his feet touched the floor, he headed towards the bathroom, out of Cloud's sight. The blonde let out a sigh of relief once he heard the door close and the lock click, grateful for the tall, pale gunman's need for privacy. Just to be sure, he waited until he heard the water running before silently hurrying out of the room.

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Cid slipped his phone into his front, right pocket, glaring at the door. Once his left hand was free, he reached over and picked up a washcloth. Using his elbow, he turned on the tap, running the cloth underneath the cool stream of water. He then brought his hands together, washing the cum off of his body.

He shivered when the cold cloth came in contact with his warm, flushed skin. The pilot quickly wiped all of his fluids, not wanting to feel the cold sweeping across his skin for very long. Once Cid was done using the cloth, he threw it lazily into the sink, not even bothering to wash it. He quickly did up his pants and looked at himself in the mirror, fixing his appearance before even considering to walk out of the bathroom.

Cid ran his fingers through his hair, smiling at his reflection. He then turned to the toilet, flushing it for good measure, before facing the door. Taking a deep breath, he unlocked and opened the door, ready to face those on the other side.

"...Is everything all right?" Shera asked, jumping to her feet once she saw the blonde enter the room.

"Everythin's fine, Sher," Cid said before looking over at the other person in the room. "Let's get this over with. I've got other things I wanna do with my day."

The aging, balding man nodded. "Sure thing."

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Vincent locked the door to his bathroom, still not feeling compleely comfortable about leaving any door unlocked. he was sure Cid was going to end up breaking that habit of his also. He smiled as he thought of the pilot, thinking of all of the ways that he was going to treat his pilot once he returned.

He opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing onto a small, curvy, purple bottle. He then closed the cabinet door, delicately holding onto the bottle, fearing that he would shatter it to a million pieces if he tightened his grip on it. Quickly stepping towards the bath, he put the bottle of purple liquid on the edge of the tub, next to his shampoo, conditioner, and soap.

Vincent then grabbed on to the frigid, metal knobs, making sure that he had switched the setting to bath instead of shower before turning on the water. He then plugged the drain, wanting to keep the water in the tub, then he turned on the water, putting it on hot, yet still warm.

As the tub filled with the steaming water, Vincent picked up the purple bottle again, carefully removing the lid. He then tipped the bottle over, pouring a bit of the purple liquid into the hot water. Almost immediately, the churning water began to create large bubbles, mixing the purple swirls into the clear water.

Satisfied with the results, he put the lid back on top of the bottle. He stood up again and went to return the bottle to its normal resting place. Then he returned to the filling bath, taking in the sweet scent of lavander that filled the steamy room.

Breathing deeply, Vincent felt himself relaxing. His eyes began to close as he stepped into the filling bath. Settling into the hot, bubbly water, he reached over and turned off the water. His eyes fully closed as he relaxed in the water, his mind slipping back to think about the scruffy blonde pilot. A small smile spread across his face as the images of Cid came to him.

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On the other hand, Cid felt like his head was going to explode if he had to listen to the short man speak any longer. For the tenth time in the last ten minutes, he rolled his eyes. The blonde aviator bit down on his tongue, trying to keep himself from making a rude comment that would keep him from getting what he wanted.

"So, any questions?" the man asked, smiling brightly as he looked directly at Cid. Be nice. Be fuckin' nice. Remember why you're here... Do it for Vin, Cid thought. Do it for Vin. Do it for Vin. Do it for Vin.

As Cid repeated his mantra in his head, Shera turned and shrugged at the man, giving him a soft smile. "...I got a question," Cid said, snapping out of his thoughts.

The man's smile grew, looking false. "And that would be?"

Cid tried to smile back, he really did. The smile looked more like a sneer than a genuine smile, though. "Can I buy one, now?"

The man blushed lightly, embarrassed. "O-of course! Right this way." Cid and Shera followed the man out of the room, the blonde repeating his mantra; Do it for Vin. Do it for Vin. Do it for Vin. Shera looked over at him, smiling brightly at his nervous, yet angry, expressions.

"Don't worry, Captain," she said, drawing the pilot back from his thoughts. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

"Easy for you to say," Cid said, swallowing the knot that was forming in his stomache. "It has to be absolutely, fuckin' perfect."

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Review for the next chapter. Sorry for the wait. ...I have come to the conclusion that Cloud...drumroll, please...will-grins-...die. ...Sorry. Had to do that-smiles meekly-.

Thanks for reviewing:

lunascarlet: Don't worry! -Smiles sneekily-You'll find out soon enough! Me? -Sneers-School. Then homework, then I write and play video games...I'm strange, I know. But now I'm on vacation...so...not much-grins-. Thanks!

Larissa-chan: Welcome! -Confused-Umm...thanks...I think. I said that there would be little plot, if any at all. I know-twiddles fingers and pouts-, I've been tryin' to work on that, but I kinda suck at writing, plus, I'm just writing this for me an' my friend's amusment, so, I don't really care-grins lazily-. But I've got a question. If you didn't really like the beginning, why'd you continue to read it? ...Okay! Well, I don't want people to be confused, so I repeat the names as a form of descriptive tags(the speaker tags would be the same if I used pronouns, which wolud confuse me, also). Another vote for Cloud's death, then. Ah! But you see, she's(Shera) appearing later/now! ...That and, personally, I hate Lucrecia. I LOVE Vince as an uke when he's with Cid, though. Not a big fan of seme Vince. Don't think I'd ever write a CidVin fic with Vince as seme. Though, I've got to say, you confuse the fuck outta me. I'm kinda tacky and repetative, yet I inspired you? ...Oh, well, I'll give myself a headache if I try to figure this out. ...Well, thanks, sweetie!

Linnsche: Of course they are-smiles-. Thanks, hon! But this fic still has a LONG way to go. I'm seeing 'bout, what sixty...eighty...possibly ninety chapters? ...You know me when it comes to making decisions-grins-.

KT: Thanks, babe! Welcome to the group, too!

YoungFreak92: -Laughs loudly-Hope you got it all out! Thanks! I like writing that chapter. Love you, too!

ryka phoenix: -Grins widely, full of proud-Why yes! Yes, I do! It's fun!

Me1ii: -Laughs-I'll have to take your word for that! Action will arrive a bit after Cid comes back to 'the Highwind' from "not-telling-where-grins-".