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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A loud, rumbling crash was heard, making Vincent jump awake. He recognized the sound of the crash as that of thunder. Remembering that it was not stormy before he went to take a bath, the gunner realized that he must have fallen asleep. Looking down at his now pruney skin, his thoughts were affirmed, not to mention that the water had become cold.
He slowly got out of the water, unplugging the drain first. As the chill, bubbly water spiraled out of the tub, Vincent turned on the shower, needing to clean off the bubbles and warm his skin, which had turned a lovely shade of pale blue. He stood under the stream of hot water, the searing heat helping with his shaking and shivering. At first, the water felt like Hell, burning right through the cold.
Soon, the intense heat seemed to die down and become comfortable, and he relaxed underneath the hot, streaming water. The gunner quickly washed up, trying to stay awake, before getting out of the shower, not wanting to be in while a storm was going on outside. He dried off as he exited the bathroom, letting all of the steam out of the confined space.
Vincent took his normal clothes out of the bathroom with him...listening to the loud storm as rain pounded against the airship. I hope Cid is not out in this weather, he thought, not knowing the blonde's exact location, as he looked out of his window. The rain was coming down in thick sheets and everything was dark, even though it was not very late in the day. A cold had creeped into the room, chilling the room more than normal. He knew that the rain had to be extremly cold to do this, and really began to hope that his pilot was not out in the horrible weather.
He dressed quickly, not wanting the cold to cut through him, taking away all of his warmth. Once he was fully clothed, he began to work on drying his hair. When the dark hair was dried to his satisfation, Vincent returned the towel to his bathroom. He returned to his room, sitting down right next to the blue bag.
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Cid ran through the rain, a small, black bag clutched tightly in his right hand. Shera had decided to do some more shoping, so Cid had let her be. He ran as quickly as he could to his house, knowing that 'the Highwind' was closer, but having something else to take care of. He tightened his grip on the bag, not wanting any water to come in contact with the item that lied at the bottom of it.
Cid nearly ran past his house, almost missing it in the heavy rain. Once he made it on his doorstep, he fumbled while searching for his keys, knowing that Shera always kept the door locked, due to his constant yelling about keeping it unlocked. He finally found his keys, and struggled to find the right one. Once he did, he was able to get the door open, and jump inside.
Cid shook off like a dog, trying to get as much water off of his skin as quickly as possible. Cid then ran to his room, wanting to get back to the airship, and Vincent, as quickly as possible. Once he as in his room, he quickly spotted the object that Shera had told him of. Grinning to himself, the pilot picked it up and slid it carefully into the bag, not wanting it to shatter before he could give it to his gunner. He put some gil down on the bed to repay her for finding and buying it for him while he was away with the others.
Tightly holding the bag, making sure that his hold on it would not slip, Cid sprinted out of the room. Once he reached the front door, he stopped, wondered if he could run to 'the Highwind' without breaking the item. Deciding not to take such a risk, Cid began to walk out of his house, heading for his airship.
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Vincent smiled as he looked into the bag, his eyes skimming over every item, while he thought of what he was going to do with each thing. A smile spread across his face as he began to plan how he would use each thing with Cid. He knew that the blonde would be eager to use a few of the items, as was he.
Deciding to keep it a secret until Cid returned, he put the bag underneath the bed, back far enough so it would not be seen by anyone who was not looking for it. Smiling, Vincent sat up on his bed, still pondering what he would do. A loud crash stirred him from his thoughts as lightning arched across the gray sky. Vincent looked over at his clock and saw that he still had a few hours to kill before dinner would be served and everyone would eat.
He reclined onto his matress before glancing over at his phone. Reaching over, Vincent picked it up to check if he had missed any messages while he was in the bathroom. He frowned as he noticed he had one missed call. The thing that alerted him was the time of the message, it had come before he had returned to his room.
The gunner looked at who had called him to find that it was a message from Reno. It read: "Hey! Ya back yet, yo? Don't forget to stop by!" Vincent chuckled to himself and flipped his phone shut. Deciding that now would be the best time to see what the redhead and blonde had thought of, he rose from his bed. Placing the phone back onto his night stand, he walked out of his room.
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Cid grumbled to himself as he entered 'the Highwind', upset that he was now soaked. But Vin's worth it, Cid thought, smiling. As the pilot walked down the quiet, desolate hallway, he sneezed. I AIN'T gettin' sick, he thought, sneezing again. Not now! Not right now! He began to mentally plead, Any other time, but not fuckin' now!
The blonde scowled as he continued to walk down the hallway, not caring about the trail of water that he was leaving. Cid sniffed as he neared Vincent' room, his nose running. Damn, he thought, finally admitting, to himself, that he was ill. Of all fuckin' days. The aviator stopped in front of Vincent's room, reaching for the handle.
Before his fingers even touched the metal knob, it turned. Cid grinned widely as Vincent came into view. Upon seeing the blonde's soaked figure, his eyes widened in suprise. "Cid!" the gunner exclaimed, pulling the pilot into the room by the front of his shirt. "You are soaking wet! ...Wait here." The blonde stood by the door, still holding onto the bag and smiling, while Vincent ran into the bathroom to get a dry towel. While he was occupied, the blonde slid the bag under bed, hoping that he was not seen.
He quickly returned with the towel, pausing when he saw the smile plastered on the blonde's face. Vincent handed the towel to him, watching as Cid took it to quickly dry off. "...What is so amusing?" the gunman asked, hesitating. Cid smile grew while he toweled off his hair, making the blonde strands stick out at all angles.
"Don't worry about it, Vin," Cid said before sneezing. "...It's all takin' care off." Vincent was puzzled at the statement, but focused on the fact that Cid had sneezed again.
"Are you sick? ...How long were you out in the rain?" Vincent asked, taking the towel back. Cid shrugged sheepishly, almost glad that Vincent either had not noticed that black bag, or decided not to ask about it. "We need to get you out of those wet clothes and into something warm."
"Do you count as something warm?" Cid asked, his smile turning into a sneeky smirk as he waggled his eyebrows at the ex-Turk. Vincent chuckled at the suggestion, shaking his head slowly.
"Come on," he said, pulling the blonde closer to the bed.
Cid looked hopeful, "Is that a 'yes'?"
"When you are feeling better," the gunner replied, stopping them in front of the bed. "Now strip." Cid grinned again, and Vincent rolled his eyes, still chuckling. "Not for that reason." The blonde pilot pouted at him, but followed the order. He gathered up all of the pilot's wet clothes once the chainsmoker was fully undressed. "Now get under the covers, I am going to go put these through the wash."
Cid's eyes widened once he heard the gunman's words. "Not alone, you ain't!" the blonde exclaimed, standing in front of the ex-Turk defiantly. "Did ya already forget 'bout what happened last time?! I ain't lettin' that happen again!"
Vincent smiled fondly at the blonde, "You cannot go down to the laundry room wet, naked, and sick, Cid. I will be fine, just relax." Cid crossed his arms over his chest, still not moving any closer to the bed.
"Then I'll put on a robe," the blonde said, not yet giving up. "That way I'll be warm and dressed. 'Cause I'm goin' with ya, Vin." Vincent sighed, and Cid knew that he had won the little argument. "Wait right here." The gunner nodded and he sprinted into the bathroom, grabbing onto a black robe. He slid it on as he returned to gunman, smiling triumphantly. "Let's go then." Vincent smiled as he nodded, heading towards the door with the blonde at his side.
Cid opened the door for Vincent, letting him leave first. Smiling, the ex-Turk leaned over and lightly kissed the blonde's cheek before proceeding out of the room. Cid smiled also as he followed the gunner, determined to keep him in his sight at all times. The pilot snuck his arm around the narrow waist of his lover, pressing their sides together as the walked down the hallway in silence.
Once they had reached the laundry room, they parted slightly, seeing someone else in the room. "Hello, Tifa," Vincent said, addressing the other brunette in the room. She spun around to face them, clutching her chest.
"Scared me for a minute there, Vincent!" Tifa said, smiling. Cid grinned at her, while she continued. "Oh! You want to put those in with mine?"
"We can wait until-" Vincent started to reply, but Tifa cut him off.
"Nonsense!" Tifa took the clothes from the gunner's arm, throwing them in with her clothes. "This way you'll save some time." She was smiling brightly at the couple, who just stood there, unsure of how the respond. "Now, you two can go have fun! I'll bring them over once it's dry. ...Go on!"
Cid and Vincent looked at each other questioningly before shrugging. They left the laundry room, heading straight for Vincent's room. "Sometimes I think Teef's gone and lost her mind," Cid said, breaking the silence. Vincent nodded. "I mean, seriously, who wants to do the laundry? ...Think she's as fruity as Spiky." The gunner chuckled and the rest of the trip was silent, excluding all of the Captain's sneezes.
Once back in the ex-Turk's room, Vincent ushered the sick blonde to his bed, tucking him into the bed. "You rest here," he said, placing a soft kiss on the pilot's forehead. Cid nodded, sneezing again. "I am going to go get you some tea."
Once Vincent had left the room, Cid untucked himself and reached under the bed, groping for the bag. He smiled as his fingers brushed across the cool material of the bag. He quickly grabbed onto it and pulled it out from under the bed. Looking at the bag, he became confused. Wasn't the bag black? he thought as he looked it over. ...And smaller?
Forgeting about it, Cid peered inside the bag. His eyes widened when he saw what was inside. This ain't mine. All of a sudden, he grinned. ...Must be what Vin had planned for my return. Cid turned the bad upside-down and dumped all of the items onto his lap. He grinned as he looked over each item.
Picking up one in particular, Cid smirked evilly. ...Maybe Vin will wear this for me once he gets back. It looks like it'll fit him.
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Review for the next chapter. Sorry for the wait. Forty-six chapters and still going strong...-grins-hopefully. ...And we've now reached 8,000 hits.
lunascarlet: -Grins evilly-Torture(though not saying who will be...sort of) is included...like one-stop shopping...or a two-for-one deal. Aw, thanks, honey.
Me1ii: -Grins-I'm hurrying.
ryka phoenix: That's one of the big secrets/plot-twist that's the backbone of this fic...so-grins-, I can't say. But we(plural-snickers-if only my English teacher saw this) are getting
YoungFreak92: -Smiles-Same thing that I told ryka phoenix. Thanks, sweetie!
Linnsche: Don't worry. This is gonna be one LONG fic-smiles-...as if it weren't already.
