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 figure out what to write.
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A blush spread across the person's cheeks as he heard a low moan come from Vincent. Cid had slipped his hand underneath Vincent's shirt, playing with the pale nipples that were hidden from sight. The person began to feel dissapointed at the fact that the clothes were still on the gunman.
Come on, the person thought, hoping to see the taciturn stoic in all his pale glory. The figure felt slightly embarassed at the fact that they wanted to see him sans clothing. He then realized that his pants had tightened considerably in the few seconds that he was standing there.
Cloud's blush darkened, but his attention snapped back to the writhing pair on the floor when he heard Vincent's voice cry out. "Fuck," Vincent groaned, feeling Cid's knee nudge against his clothed erection. Vincent continued to moan as Cid slowly rubbed his knee against Vincent.
"God, Vin," Cid groaned into his ear. He reached up and caressed Vincent's face, feeling him nuzzle his hand. "Your so fucking beautiful." Cloud felt himself nod at this statement. Very beautiful, Cloud thought, throbbing when Vincent cried out in pleasure again. Oh, god... He noticed that somehow, Cid and Vincent had both thrown off their shirts while he was distracted. Cloud felt that he must get away from the room, but did not move when he saw where Cid's hands were headed.
Cid slowly trailed his hands down to Vincent's waist, slowly unbuckling the belts. Cloud felt his eyes glued to the waist of the gunner. Cid threw the belts behind him and unbuttoned the black, leather pants. Cloud swallowed as he watched Cid pull down the silver zipper. Cid reached down into Vincent's pants, causing the taller man to throw his head back, arch, and groan.
Cloud stood there, rooted to the spot, waiting in anticipation for the leather to be removed. Cloud's wish was granted, albeit slowly, as Cid pulled off the leather and boxers when Vincent raised his hips. Cloud bit his lip when he saw the cock spring forward, arching towards the trail of black curls that created a line towards his navel. Cloud's cock throbbed painfully in it's confines, making him decide to get as far away from the cries of pleasure as quickly as possible. If only to remove the problem in his pants.
Another cry came from Vincent and Cloud found his eyes lying upon the pale man once again. Vincent's back was arched, his head thown back, panting, his fingers grasped at the hard floor as Cid stroked his rigid cock. Cloud felt his mouth water and he began to slowly step out of the door, still facing his two comrades. Very beautiful, Cloud thought again, slowly stepping out of the doorway so he was now able to close it. He swallowed harshly, taking once last glance at Vincent before quietly closing the door.
Not giving it a second thought, Cloud ran to his bedroom, locked his door, and began to jerk of to the images of Vincent that he would, and could, never forget. This went unknown to Vincent and Cid, for their attention was soley focused on the journey towards their euphoria. Cid continued to slowly stroke Vincent, occasionaly applying a great amount of pressure, then abrupty switching to lightly caressing the hardened flesh.
Vincent could not handle the one-sided pleasure any longer. Vincent growled and reached forward, swiftly undoing Cid's pants before pulling them down. "Cid," Vincent growled, huskily. "Fucking put it in me, already." Cid grinned, leaning forward. One hand was removed from Vincent's shaft, while he placed his fingers softly upon Vincent's lips.
Immediately, Vincent engulfed the digits to the knuckle. Vincent nipped at them with his fangs while teasingly lapping at them. His tongue would slowly curl around one finger, coating it with the heated saliva, then move to the next one. Cid, throbbing at the sensual teasing, slowly attempted to remove the fingers. As Cid pulled back his hand, Vincent reached forward and pulled the fingers deeper into his mouth, biting down on the pilot's knuckles.
Cid raised an eyebrow at this, smirking. Vincent looked at Cid, grinning around the fingers, his crimson eyes telling Cid that he was not finished yet. Vincent released the grip that his teeth had on the joints and he began to suck roughly on the thoroughly slicked digits. Cid groaned and pushed his fingers deeper into Vincent's mouth. Vincent smirked, sucking harder on the fingers.
Vincent, feeling Cid's enthralment, leaned back, removing the fingers from his mouth. A trail of saliva connected Cid's fingers to Vincent's mouth. God, he looks fucking hot like that, Cid thought. Cid pulled the fingers back, severing the string of saliva as he placed the digits at Vincent's tight ring. Vincent swung one leg over Cid's shoulder, the back of his kneecap resting against the pilot's shoulder, while his other leg wrapped around his waist. He swiftly pushed one slick, ot finger inside of Vincent; eyes never leaving the ex-Turk.
Vincent moaned quietly, feeling Cid thrust the finger in and out of him before adding the others. Soon, Cid was striking against Vincent's prostate with his fingers. Vincent was writhing underneath Cid, hips jerking towards the heat. Cid removed his fingers, but quickly thrust into Vincent with his cock.
Cid moaned along with Vincent before rocking into the tight warmth. Vincent was moaning Cid's name, begging him to hurry up. Cid grunted and quickened the pace to Vincent's liking. Vincent bit down on his lip, muffling his moans as he was hit by wave after wave of pleasure.
"Fuck, Vin," Cid moaned, continuously hiting Vincent's sweet spot. "Yer so fucking tight. ...An' stop biting...on yer lip. It's bleeding...and I wanna hear you scream." Vincent released his bleeding, mangled lip from his teeth, letting a moan fall from his lips also. "Much better." Cid struck Vincent's sweet spot harder for emphasis.
"Fucking hell, Cid," Vincent moaned, feeling Cid's rough hand encircling his cock again. Cid jacked Vincent off as he thrust deeply into Vincent. After a few more minutes of the intense sex, Vincent came into Cid's hand, screaming out, "CID!!!"
Cid screamed out, "VIN!!!", coming into Vincent. Milky white bursts of cum shot from Vincent's tip and dripped on to Cid's hand while coating their stomachs. Cid shot his cum deep inside of Vincent, feeling the thick liquid leak from his lover's orifice as he pulled out of him. Vincent and Cid untangled themselves from one another, but still lied together on the floor.
"Now, I need a fucking nap," Cid muttered. He felt Vincent nod, for Vincent's had was resting on Cid's shoulder.
"But first," Vincent said, reaching towards Cid's googles. "Let's light up." Vincent elegantly removed a cigarette and the lighter with his right hand. He quickly lit the cigarette, putting it in between Cid's slightly parted lips. After Cid took a puff, he placed the burning stick into Vincent's mouth while Vincent replaced the lighter.
"I think I'm gonna have to buy a lot more of these fuckers," Cid said with a smile. "'Specially if we're gonna smoke one every time after we have an amazing round of sex." Vincent smiled back and handed the cigarette to Cid, blowing out the smoke. "After this, let's go check out the engine."
Vincent nodded. Once they had finished, they each took they time getting dressed, mainly because they were both watching the other get dressed. After they had finished this, and were presentable, Cid and Vincent left the pilot's room, Cid opened the door and let Vincent out first. Vincent chuckled as he passed Cid, knowing that the gruff pilot would not have done this for any of the other members of 'Avalanche'.
Cid grinned once he heard Vincent's chuckle. Cid and Vincent walked side-by-side on their trip to the engine. they walked slowly, enjoying the silence between them, unspoken words speaking volumes. As soon as they entered the engine room, they both knew that something was off. Cid realized what was wrong quicker.
"Fuck!" Cid yelled, his eyes flickered over every part of the airships engine, though he did not touch it with anything rougher than a feather-light touch. "My fucking baby's damaged, thanks to them fuckers and their "flying" abilities!" Cid removed his hands from the engine and clenched his fists and teeth, trying not to yell at the top of his lungs.
"Cid," Vincent said calmly as he lightly placed his hand on Cid's shoulder. Cid turned to face Vincent with a fire in his eyes. He hugged Vincent, which suprised the taller man. Vincent wrapped his arms around the pilot, rubbing his back in soothing circles. "It will be all right."
"Yeah," Cid said into Vincent's shirt. He released the gunman from his grip, turning to face the engine with angry eyes. "And thise fuckers will pay!" Vincent nodded, knowing that Cid could somehow tell that he was agreeing. "We'll fix this, and then, those fucking punks are gonna WISH they never messed with Cid Highwind!"
Vincent could tell that whatever that captain was planning it would not be good for the others, but would probably be hilarious for him and Cid. Cid turned to face Vincent again, smiling this time. Vincent raise an eyebrow, wondering what was oing on in the blonde's mind.
"Come on, Vin," Cid said as he began to leave the room. "Let's go gather the fuck-ups and get them all in one room. I've got an announcment for 'em." Now Vincent was really confused. He followed Cid anyways, not wanting to miss out on the free source of entertainment. "Don't worry, it ain't 'bout us coming out."
Vincent smiled at Cid and followed him to the main controls of 'the Highwind'. After a few minutes of walking through the large airship, Cid and Vincent entered the main room, by the pilot's seat. Cid swiped up the intercom, and turned it on.
"Listen up, you fuckers!" Cid screamed into the microphone. Even though they both knew that the PA system would amplify his voice, Cid felt the need to yell at them. "Get yer asses to the main room! I got somethin' I wanna say!" Cid clicked off the microphone, grinning. "Well," he said, tuning to face Vincent. "Let's go meet 'em." Vincent nodded and Cid leaned up, pulled down Vincent's collar, and quickly kissed him on the lips. Vincent and Cid were both smiling as they separated.
They then turned and walked towards the main room, waiting for the others to arrive. Cloud arrived first, then Tifa, followed by Barret, then Yuffie. They noticed Cid's angry expression and shifted uncomfortably. "Okay," Cid said in a calm voice that did not match with the fire burning in his blue eyes. "Does anyone have anything that they wanna say?"
Vincent raised an eyebrow, unnoticed to the others. He looked at everyone shift with unease. Cloud and Tifa seemed the least nervous, while Yuffie looked like she was going to have a heart attack at any minute, Barret was fidgeting. "No one?" Cid asked with an evil smirk. "Speak now,or forever hold yer peace."
"Well," Cloud said, looking sheepishly at Cid. "I think we should start from the beginning."
"Ya think?!?!" Cid growled.
"Cid," Tifa said, sincerely. "It truely was an accident." Now Vincent was confused, and judging by the look on Cid's face, so was he.
"You should start from after we stopped talking to Cloud on the phone," Vincent said, quietly. He noticed that the others seem to grow less nervous once they knew where to start.
"It started like this," Cloud said, drawing the attention towards himself again. "Once we decided to come and get you-" Cloud was cut off as a yell came from the other end of 'the Highwind'.
"The fuck's that?" Cid asked, curiousity getting the better of him.
"Nothing!" Tifa and Yuffie said at the same time. Everyone else looked at with questioning glances.
"Did that sound like-" Vincent started, but the women cut him off.
"NO!" they shouted, earning more accusitory looks.
"Sound like who, Vin?" Cid asked, everyone there knew that the gunner had exceptional hearing.
"It sounded like-" Vincent was once again cut off.
"ME!" Everyone turned to face the voice.
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