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 !
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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Vincent moved closer into Cid's arms, snuggling against the blonde as a soft moan came from his parted lips. Cid smiled as he looked down at the sleeping, pale gunner. Cid tightened his grip around Vincent's waist. He turned up to look at the door, glaring at it and the person that was standing behind it. "The hell you want!?" Cid hissed, just loud enough for the person to hear. "Vin's sleepin'!"
A pause came from the other side of the door. "We'll come back later, yo," the person said. Cid recognized the voice as Reno's. "'Night, Blondie! Tell Vince we said 'sweet dreams'!" Cid rolled his eyes at the redhead, but was happy when he heard several sets of footsteps as the people with Reno walked away from the door.
Cid turned his attention back to the sleeping gunman. Cid smiled as he leaned down, pressing his lips against Vincent's forehead. Vincent shifted again, a smiled lighting his face as he moaned again. Cid's smile grew before he yawned and closed his eyes, falling back asleep.
Hours later, someone else was pounding on the door. Cid and Vincent bolted up, looking at the door. "CID! WE'RE HERE!!" Yuffie yelled, sent by Cloud and Tifa, once again. Cid glared at the door while Vincent chuckled.
"Give me a fuckin' minute! ...Goddamn!" Cid snapped, slowly slipping out of the warm bed. Vincent also got off of his bed, the both of them picking up their scattered clothes. They dressed quickly, giving each other a swift kiss before they opened the door. Vincent reached down and picked up the soiled bedding, deciding to bring it to the laundry room.
Cid took the bedding for Vincent. "I'll take care of this, Vin," Cid said, smiling at the gunner. Vincent smiled also.
"That is not needed, Cid," Vincent said giving the blonde another quick kiss as they stepped out of the room, closing the door behind them. Vincent lifted the bedding from Cid's arms. "Plus, you have to go land 'the Highwind'." Cid nodded, not wanting to be away from the gunner.
"I know, I know," Cid whined, pouting at the ex-Turk. Vincent smiled at Cid.
"Do not worry," Vincent said, his smile growing at the sight of Cid's persistant pout. "I only have to put these in the washer machine. I will be at your side quick enough." Cid grinned, leaning up to give the pale gunman another soft kiss.
"Hurry up,Vin," Cid said, his breath warming Vincent's full lips. Vincent smiled as he looked at Cid, his eyes half closed and hazy. Vincent nodded, making Cid's grin widen. Cid walked down the hallway, heading towards the controls, while Vincent quickly walked to the laundry room.
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Cid sat down in his pilot's chair, still grinning as he thought of Vincent. Cid turned off the autopilot and took control of the airship. Cid slowly lowered the airship, not wanting to have everyone on board fall down. Cid made sure that they were still outside of the town as he had the airship descend, not wanting to alert each and every person in the town that they were there.
Cid kept the descent at a slow rate, again, not wanting to knock the others off of their feet. After a while, 'the Highwind' finally touched the soft grass. Cid frowned, noticing that Vincent still had not arrived. Cid turned off the airship, rising from his chair as he walked out of the room, heading towards the laundry room.
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Meanwhile, Vincent had entered the laundry room. He walked over to the washer machine, opening the lid after moving the bundle of bedding so it was underneath one arm. Vincent placed the bedding inside of the machine, making sure that it was not overloaded.
The ex-Turk reached over to grab ahold of the bottles of detergent and fabric softener. As he leaned over the washer machine, Vincnet felt the hairs on the back on his neck stand up on edge, alerting him that someone else was behind him.
As Vincent was about to turn around, he felt the person wrap their arms around his waist as they pressed up against him, letting the gunner feel the clothed erection that the other person's pants consealed. "Nice to see you without Cid hanging around. He never seems to leave you alone."
Vincent's eyes widened. "Cloud? What are you doing?!" Vincent could feel the blonde swordsman slowly grinding against his ass. Cloud smirked as he pressed Vincent against the washer machine. With fluidity that could only be matched by Sephiroth, Cloud bent Vincent over the washer machine, slamming the gunner's head and torso into the metal.
Vincent's head swam, his vision blurring from the impact. He was sure that the lid was now dented. Vaguely, he felt Cloud pin his arms down on top of the machine, in front of his head. Vincent blinked rapidly as he tried to see straight, everything blurring before focusing, then blurring again while moving around, making his head throb.
Vincent could feel Cloud press even closer to him, leaning down near his face. "I've been waiting to find you alone," Cloud whispered in Vincent's ear, making the gunman shiver at the tone. Everything was still moving, making Vincent feel nauseous as he still tried to clear his vision.
"C-Cloud," Vincent said, feeling his head throb painfully at the effort it took to talk. "You are not thinking-"
"Yes, I am!" Cloud cut in, pressing Vincent farther into the washer machine. "I'm fine! Nothing's wrong with me! You have to believe me." After Cloud pleaded, he slowly ran his tongue over Vincent's neck. The gunner shivered underneath him, hoping that Cid would come looking for him. Vincent began to twist his arms, hoping to get them out of the tight grip. His hand was bginning to feel numb due tothe loss of circulation, which stopped Vincent from moving it too much, not that he really could move it.
Cloud pressed Vincent farther into the maching, the sharp corner pressing into hips painfully. Vincent's eyes widened as he felt Cloud's fingers undoing his belts. "S-stop!" Vincent cried out, struggling with a renewed vigor. Cloud dropped Vincent's belts to the floor, then started to undo the button on Vincent's leather pants. "Cloud!"
"Shh!" Cloud whispered huskily into Vincent's ear, feeling the shudder that ran through the gunner's spine. Cloud quickly pulled down Vincent's zipper also, grinning to himself. With his free hand, Cloud started to pull down the ex-Turks pants, so Vincent struggled, trying to get away from the swordsman.
Unfortunately for Vincent, Cloud had also pinned his legs to the washer machine, using his own to press Vincent's legs into the machine. None-the-less, Vincent still struggled, making a feeble attempt to keep his pants still around his waist. Feeling the gunner's struggling, Cloud let go of the leather pants and grabbed onto the gunman's head, slamming it back into the metal machine, making the gunner's vision swim even more.
The ex-Turk immediately stopped struggling, his head throbbing greatly in protest of the sudden impact of the metal. Cloud then turned his attention back to the leather. Cloud pulled down the pants, grinning as the tight leather fell to the floor. Cloud then began to undo his pants, wanting to be freed from his constricting pants.
As Cloud took off his belt, he heard shouting from behind him. "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN'?!?!?!" Cloud turned around to see a raging blonde pilot standing in front of him with his hands clenched. Cloud glared at Cid, who glared back.
Cid's face was flushed in anger as he stood by the door. Seeing Vincent, Cid ran at Cloud, tackling the other blonde to the floor. Cloud and Cid began to fight on the floor, throwing punches and kicking at the other blonde. Cid hit Cloud in the mouth particularly hard, but the swordsman seemed unfazed by the blow. In retalliation, Cloud punched Cid in the abdomen, making the pilot double over, holding his stomach as eyes widened and his mouth gaped.
During this, Vincent backed away from the machine, swaying as he tried to see straight. Vincent reached down, feeling his leather pants around his feet. He pulled up his pants and struggled to close them, relying on his hands more than his sight. He then did the same with his belts. Once he was sure they were going to stay, Vincent turned towards the scuffle, hoping to get them to stop fighting.
Another bout of nausea hit the gunner, making him tremble as he tried to stand still. Feeling everything tilt drastically, Vincent reached out and grabbed the first thing that he could to keep himself standing. The ex-Turk held on tightly to the washing machine, slouching forward.
Vincent dimly heard someone else run into the room. The person stopped right behind him. "You all right, Vince?" the person asked. Their voice was muffled, but even then, Vincent could still tell that it was Reno. Vincent nodded slowly, not trusing his voice. When Vincent nodded, he swayed dangerously, losing his grip slightly.
Vincent felt Reno grab onto his shoulders, holding him upright. "Hey!" Reno called out at the fighting blondes, not caring that Cloud was being pummeled by Cid. "Goldie-Lockses, you two done?!" At first, Reno was ignored, which just angered the redhead.
"I'll come back for 'em," Reno said to Vincent, seeing the gunner's distant look in his eyes. Vincent shook his head, feeling that he needed to separate the blondes. "Fuck, Vince! You can barely stand, yo!"
Vincent fought down his nausea before saying, "I ca-cannot leave. I have to get th-them to s-stop."
Reno rolled his eyes, but understood what Vincent was getting at. "Fine," Reno said, knowing that the only other way to get Vincent out of the room would be to carry him, against his own will, and that would be very painful when the blondes went after him, not to mention Vincent.
Reno lifted Vincent, grinning when the gunner's eyes widened. He put Vincent on top of the washing machine, letting the ex-Turk sit on the dented lid. "You wait right here, yo," Reno said grinning at the shocked look on the disoriented man's face. Reno turned to look at the blonde's, still beating the hell out of each other.
Reno winced when Cid kneed Cloud where it counts. Cloud cupped himself as he writhed on the floor, swearing loudly in a higher pitch. "YO, FUCKERS!!!" Reno yelled. Getting no response from either blonde, the redhead began to think of something else to catch their attention.
Reno smirked as he came up the perfect plan. "NO, VINCE!!" Reno shouted, seeing both of the blondes look up when he mentioned the pale gunman. When both of the blondes looked over at the redheaded Turk, he grinned at them. "Done? 'Cause Vince needs to lie down."
Cid stood up, brushing off his pants. "I'll deal with you later," Cid growled at Cloud. Cloud glared at Cid as he stood up also. Cid limped over to Vincent, holding onto his stomach, and cringing with every step that he took.
Reno walked over to Vincent, helping the gunner to his feet and holding him steady as he swayed. Cid went over to Vincent and cupped the ex-Turk's cheek. "No offense, Blondie," Reno said as he picked Vincent up bridal-style. "But Vince can barely stand and you can barely walk. So I'll carry Vince to his room."
Cid nodded and followed Reno, leaving Cloud alone in the laundry room. "Ya know," Reno said to the couple. "I'm gonna want to know what the fuck went on in there."
"Later," Cid said as they neared the room. Reno was walking at a pace that Cid could keep up with.
"Fine," Reno said, feeling left out. "But I wanna hear EVERYTHING! Don't leave nothin' out yo! ...Promise?"
"We promise," Vincent said softly, his vision barely beginning to return.
"Thanks, Vince!" Reno said, grinning. Vincent nodded slightly, knowing that Reno had seen it. Cid opened the door so Reno could get Vincent into the room first. Reno whistled. "Man, even when you fuck like bunnies, your room is still cleaner than any room in my whole apartment!"
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