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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Vincent chuckled as Cid kneeled above him, his eyes scanning over the 'nurse's' uniform. Cid grinned as he carefully leaned closer to the still gunner, making sure that he kept his balance. Once he was sure that he would not fall on top of the thin, pale man, he continued to look for any tell-tale bulges that would give away the key's location. Finding nothing that stood out, he frowned.
Seeing the look on the blonde's face, Vincent chuckled louder, knowing that he hid them well enough to not be given away at the first glance. Hearing the laughter from the gunner, Cid's frown lightened up a bit. "Should'ave know you wouldn't make this easy, Vin," Cid commented, making the ex-Turk chuckle again.
"That you should have," he replied, making the blonde pilot look him in the eyes. Vincent smiled at him, knowing that without the use of his hands, Cid would have to find a more creative means to get the keys. The blonde leaned over a bit more and carefully kissed the gunner, keeping his balance all the while.
"I know," Cid said once they had parted. "I forgot how damn cunning and sneeky you could be." Vincent laughed at this. "And don't even try to deny it! ...But, hey, you can't blame me for forgetin', I just had a mind-blowing fuck by the most beautiful man on the whole fuckin' planet!" The gunman smiled softly at the pilot.
"Now, I am tempted to just give you the keys," he said, still smiling. Vincent started to move to get the keys, just to be stopped by the pilot.
"Uh-uh!" Cid cut in, getting his 'nurse' to stop moving. "You stay still." He smirked as he leaned closer to the gunman, whispering, "I'll find 'em. Don't you worry 'bout that." His smile grew as he watched the blonde seem to ponder where the keys could be while his blue eyes continued to roam across the whie outfit. "Hm...where could they be? ...An' no help from you, Vin."
"Would'ave guessed that you hid 'em in your boxers, but they're on the floor...that I know for sure," Cid continued, thinking out loud. "An' you ain't wearin' a bra...so they can't be there." Hearing this, Vincent chuckled softly, knowing that the pilot was just saying the first things that came to mind, no matter how ubsurd they were. "No stockings, either. ...Or shoes, so they can't be there."
"Would have noticed if you put it in your hair," the blonde continued, still going over every part of Vincent. "Aren't in your hands, either. ...So that leaves yer skirt or shirt. Hm...which to search first?" Cid grinned sneekily as he looked Vincent in the eyes, seeing the gunner's amusement, also. "Seeing how the skirt's the least likely choice, 'cause I got a good feel there," the aviator commented. "It's got to be in your shirt." Vincent smiled, knowing that Cid had found the right location.
"Would you like some help getting them out?" the gunner asked, knowing that otherwise, the pilot would have a slim chance of getting the keys. Cid stopped, thinking about whether or not he really would need the ex-Turk's help.
"A little," he admitted, grinning sneekily. Vincent smiled as he slowly began to lift the shirt, revealing the creamy white skin that was underneath. Cid's eyes scanner over the skin, not finding the keys there. He then looked at the shirt, which was still being raised, still not seeing the keys.
"Yer damn good at hidin' things, Vin," Cid commented, still not seeing the keys. A soft laugh came from the gunner, making the pilot smile. "Wait! Think I see 'em." Cid leaned a bit closer to the shirt, looking at the folds for the tell-tale sight of metal. Finding none, he frowned, still not able see the keys tht he knew were there. Though, he did not give up, still looking at the shirt, which had now stopped rising, to look for the keys to the handcuffs.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw a small ripple in one of the folds near the middle of the shirt, to the far left. Grinning widely, Cid bent farther down and bit into the edge of the shirt pulling it down slightly with his teeth. After a few swift tugs, he was able to see the shine from the metallic key. He then moved close to the key, so he could take it into his mouth.
Holding it firmly between his teeth, Cid pulled back, just to find that the keys were attatched to the shirt somehow. Puzzled, Cid looked at Vincent in confusion, the key still between his front teeth. The gunner grinned as he looked down at the pilot. Reaching over, he removed Cid's mouth from the key, then removed it from the nurse's shirt. He sat up to unlock the handcuffs, smiling at the blonde's still confused expression.
"Vin, how the hell did you get that damn thing to attatch to the inside of your shirt?" Cid asked, feeling his ex-Turk unlock one of his wrists. Once both of his arms were free from the metal cuffs, he put his arms in front of him, shaking out the stiffness and tingling sensation.
"It does not matter," he replied, smirking at the blonde. Cid looked at him in question, wanting an answer that satisfied him. Instead, all he got was the gunner's smirk and a wink. The gruff aviator looked over at the clock, judging if there was enough time for something else before dinner. Finding that there would not be enough time for him and Vincent to take a shower together, he sighed.
"We gotta get changed for dinner," he informed the gunman, seeing him nod in response. "Unless..." Vincent quirked an eyebrow at the seemingly mischievous statement. "You wanna go down there as a nurse." Hearing this, the gunner grinned as he picked up a pillow, swiftly smacking the pilot in the face with it. "Hey!" Cid reached over and grabbed the other pillow, whacking the pale 'nurse' back.
Vincent grinned at the pilot, kneeling up on the bed and smaking him again with the pillow. "Oh! So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" Cid said, hitting the gunman back with the pillow. "Bring it on, then!" The 'nurse' chuckled as the both of them started to pillow fight. Halfway through the 'fight' the pilot lunged at the gunner, pinning him to the bed. "You give?"
A hearty chuckle was heard before Vincent replied, saying, "Make me!"
"Oh!" Cid retorted, not fully expecting that answer. "Fine! I will!" While he said this, he could not keep himself from laughing, as was Vincent. He leaned down and softly kissed the pinned gunner, the both of them still holding onto their pillows. Once Cid parted from the kiss, he looked down at the ex-Turk. "Give up now?"
His response was another quick hit to the face with the pillow, followed by a "Never!" from Vincent. Cid lightly smacked him back with the pillow, chuckling. The gunner grinned happily as he flipped them over, wacking the blonde again with the fluffy pillow. A timid knock came from the door, barely gaining their attention.
"...Hello?" Vincent asked, keeping Cid from yelling at the person by softly beating him with his pillow.
"Vince!" Reno called, his amusement easily heard in the tone he used. "You an' Blondie both dressed?"
Cid smirked while Vincent looked down at himself. "To a degree. Why do you ask?"
He heard Reno laugh while speaking, "'Cause I'm comin' in!" Vincent and Cid looked at each other with confusion as they heard a click come from the door. Almost straight away, the door swung open, revealing the happy Turk with a pair of lockpicks in his right hand. Taking one look at the couple on the bed, Reno's grin widened. He shut the door behind himself, locking it, before slowly walking over to them. The pilot was still naked, but luckily, the ex-Turk was sitting down on his waist, covering him so he was somewhat decent.
"Sooooo...should I even ask?" Reno asked, his grin widening even more once he saw the restrained fury and unamusement in Cid's face, mainly his eyes.
"No, an' get the fuck out!" Cid growled, obviously not liking that his play time with Vincent was interrupted.
"Aw, maybe you should give him a lollipop, eh, Nurse?" Reno asked, looking over at the gunner, who was still sitting on top of the pilot, before he gave the pale 'nurse' a wink.
Vincent rolled his eyes at the comment, but responded. "I have no pockets, so I cannot carry any lollipops. Whether or not Cid deserves one is a whole other issue." Cid gaped at the smirking man, quickly hitting him across the side of his head with his pillow. The gunner's smirk remained as he returned the favor. Reno snickered as he watched the exchange.
"I think you'd manage even without pockets!" the Turk commented, gaining Cid's glare again.
"Is there a fuckin' reason your here?!" Cid snapped, starting to lose his patience for the redhead. "'Cause you can leave!"
"Of course I can leave," Reno said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole wolrd. "But that's no fun! So I'm stayin'!" Cid groaned muttering to himself. "Aw, did I cut into your 'fun time'?"
"Damn straight you did!" Cid snapped, glaring at the energentic Turk once again.
Reno smiled at the blonde. "Well, it's not like you two don't have enough 'fun time' as it is, yo! Day in an' day out you two never fail to fuck." Cid's glare hardened as his anger began to boil over. As he opened his mouth to bite out a harsh comment to the redhead, Vincent covered his mouth with the pillow, muffling his outburst.
Once he stopped, the gunner removed the pillow, looking down at the seemingly pleasant pilot. "Have you calmed down, enough?" he asked, seeing the blonde nod at him in agreement. Reno snickered, getting the both of their attention. "Reno, why are you here, anyways?"
"Oh! We wanted to tell you that 'Operation: Cloudy Skies' is all set to commence!" Reno said, happily reporting to the couple that Rufus had no doubt sent him to do. "As soon as we pick the right moment, me an' Rufus are gonna go ahead with the plan." Cid nodded, listening to the Turk only because it involved their payback to Cloud. "So...what were you two up to besides fuckin' each other senseless?"
Vincent rolled his eyes at the Turk, a small smile on his face. Cid commented, though, "You really wanna know?" The gunner gave his pilot a questioning glance, wondering what he was up to.
"Of course!" Reno said, sitting down on the bed next to Vincent. "Don't leave out any of the good stuff, yo."
Cid grinned evilly, making the gunner's curiousity peak as he wondered what the other was planning. He almost looked sincere...if it was not for the glint in his eyes that betrayed him. "Cid," the gunner said wairly. "What are you up to?"
"Dont worry, babe," Cid said, shifting his hips a bit; his legs were beginning to fall asleep. "I'm just gonna answer his question." Now he was very wary of the blonde he was sitting on, not knowing what he was planning, but knowing that it probably would no be what the redhead wanted. "Now, what we were doing was..."
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