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
Chaos and Vincent talking
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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"Oh, FUCK NO!!!" The pilot shouted, glaring darkly at the blonde while he glared back. "There's no WAY in the fuckin' hell that I'm gonna let you be alone with Vin! 'Specially not after what you did!" His eyes narrowed even more as they glared at one another.
"I don't need to talk to you, Cid," Cloud bit out, still growling. Vincent looked from one blonde to the other, knowing that something was going to happen. Like the gunner, the cashier was looking between the blondes cautiously, unsure of what to do.
Almost immediately, Cid's right eye began to twitch as his hands clenched into fists. "Does it look like I give a fuck?!" he snarled, his thin patience becoming a bit more strained. Cloud's growling became a touch more audible as his glare hardened.
"I. DON'T. NEED. TO. TALK. TO. YOU. CID." The blond swordsman ground out, feeling extremely irritated with the other blonde. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Vincent. "Can I talk to you, alone, Vincent?" The gunner paused, not sure of what he should do. During the brief silence, Cid tightened his grip around the pale man even more, not trusting the other blonde just yet.
"...Cloud," Vincent said, placing his hand over Cid's one that clenched his shirt. "You do not have to say anything. I have already forgiven you for everything."
The swordsman nodded, though he did not look any bit relieved. "But there's still something that I have to tell you...away from Cid." A puzzled look spread across Vincent's face, while Cid's seemed to loose a bit of his anger to confusion.
Seeing the expression that Vincent had, Cloud decided to fix it. He reached forward and grabbed the front of the ex-Turk's shirt. Tugging him forward and down, he crashed their lips together in a harsh kiss. Right when he tried to deepen it even more, he felt a fist collide with the side of his face, ending the kiss quickly.
Rubbing his cheek, Cloud looked over at Cid, who looked about ready to murder the leader of Avalanche. In fact, he did not wait very long to try. Still stunned from the actions from the swordsman, Vincent barely registered the sight of his lover lunging at the other and tackling him to the ground.
The both of them landed with a dull thud as they eagerly fought. The cashier saw everything and his eyes widened before he stepped out from behind his desk, quickly making his way over to the feuding swordsman and pilot. He stopped in front of them, wondering how to break them apart when they both seemed so intent on killing the other.
He winced when he saw Cloud bit down on Cid's arm, effectively getting out of the aviator's tight grip. Quickly looking around the room, the cashier found nothing that he could use to his advantage in his attempt to separate the two. Then he looked directly at Vincent.
The gunner's eyes were wide while his lips were parted and his jaw slack in surprise. His arms hung loosely at his sides while his back was stiff, giving off the appearance that he could easily be knocked off of his feet. "Sir?" the cashier asked, hoping to get Vincent's help in splitting up the pair. "Sir?"
Seeing no reaction, he decided to try again, speaking a bit louder and with some more urgency. "Sir?!" At this he saw Vincent snap back to reality and look at him. "Is there any way to get them to stop?" The pale man seemed to ponder this, thinking back to all of the other times that the two blondes were pulled apart under similar circumstances.
Come on, Vincent, think! Chaos commented, feeling that he had been silent far far too long. Think of all the times that your little Ciddy had to be pulled off of someone that he was pummeling! ...Oh, come on! It's not that hard to remember!
Trying to ignore the demon's words, Vincent began to think of any possible way to get Cid and Cloud to stop fighting on the floor of the leather store. His eyes widened as he came up with a plan. Reaching over, the gunman pulled Cerberus from his thigh holster, showing it the the cashier.
Pointing at the floor, Vincent asked, "Do you mind?" The cashier shook his head and the pale man nodded, turning off the safety. "Cid! Cloud! Stop it, now!" Getting no response, he fired a shot off mere inches to the right of them.
Hearing the loud blast and seeing part of the hardwood flooring become shrapnel, the two blondes looked over at the shooter and store clerk. "That's enough," Vincent said, looking unamused with the two. "Next time you both will be shot."
Sending each other one last glare, they both stood up, Cid wrapping his arm around Vincent again, while Cloud just stormed out of the store. Looking the pilot over, the pale man sighed, wiping the blood away from the corner of his mouth. "Honestly, Cid, you do not have to attack Cloud every time he comes near me."
"The hell I don't, Vin!" the pilot said, looking at his lover incredulously. "I ain't gonna let him kiss ya in front of me! Not when I still have a say 'bout it!" Shaking his head, Vincent looked over at the cashier. "I will pay for the damage to the floor. ...When you can get the bill, you can find us over at 'the Highwind', we will be parked near the outskirts of the town."
"It's all right, sir," the cashier said. "You don't have to pay for a small hole in the floor. I'm just glad that no one was really hurt, or even killed in here. ...But I have to ask, who was that?"
Cid smirked evilly, and Vincent rolled his eyes. "An evil, little, prick who's really getting on my nerves!"
"He is one of our companions, Cloud Strife," Vincent said, smirking slightly at Cid's response. "And I will pay for the damages, it is only right."
"Oh," the cashier said, slightly understanding. "...But really, there's no need to pay for the small hole, it's barely noticeable."
"Still-" Vincent started to say.
"Vin, don't worry 'bout it," Cid cut in. "Ya don't have to pay for every, little thing that you feel responsible for." The cashier nodded happily, while the gunner just shook his head slightly.
"...If you are sure..."
"I am!" the man said, grinning. "So, is everything all right, here?" Cid grinned and gave the store clerk a thumbs-up. Vincent just gave a small smile. "Can I get you a cloth for your bleeding mouth?"
"Nah," the pilot said, still grinning while his lover wiped another trail of blood off of his face. "It'll heal on it's own." Vincent raised an eyebrow at the blonde, making him chuckle. "It will, Vin!"
"This coming from the man who worries every time I get even slightly injured," the gunner said, his smile growing a bit more. Cid pouted, which made him laugh.
"C'mon, Vin," he said. "You know you're never 'slightly' hurt. Every time you get hit, you're really hurt, never slightly. Anyways, we gotta get back to 'the Highwind'," he turned and looked at the cashier, "we'll prob'ly be back again."
The man nodded, and waved at them as they left. "Bye! Don't forget to come back soon!"
The trip back to the airship was silent and calm, Cid keeping his arm tightly around Vincent's waist while his other hand viciously gripped the handles for the shopping bags. Luckily, the pair had no run into Cloud on their way back to the pale gunner's room.
Once they were in the room, Cid locked the door, dropping the bag next to it. He went to kiss Vincent, just to find that he pulled away. Giving him a questioning glance, and saw the gunner smile before walking into the bathroom. Dumbfounded, the blonde followed him, wondering what he was doing and why he was acting so strangely.
Standing behind Vincent, he watched as the man looked though the medicine cabinet, pulling out a white cloth and the healing salve. "Go sit on the bed, Cid," he said as he turned around, facing the pilot. Seeing that he was still standing there, blocking the door, he gently pushed the blonde out of the room, smiling the entire time.
"Come on," Vincent said as he walked over to the bed, looking over his shoulder and seeing the Cid was still standing in the same spot. "Earth calling, Cid!"
"What're you doin', Vin?" the pilot asked, watching as his lover sat down on the edge of the bed as he put all of the materials to his left. He then pat the bedding to his right, signaling the blonde to sit down next to him. Cid did what was asked of him, all though he was not really asked.
Once he was sitting, Vincent turned to face him, picking up the white cloth. "Open up, Cid," he ordered.
"Why?" Cid asked, looking at the cloth carefully.
The gunner smirked, as he replied. "Just do it."
"Not 'til you-" Cid's sentence was cut short as he ended up biting down on Vincent's mechanical fingers. The gunner smirked at him as he pried the pilot's mouth open a bit more.
"Try not to move around, I do not want to accidentally hurt you." Cid nodded, getting a small smile from Vincent. "That is what I mean by moving around, Cid." The blonde grinned as the gunner began to gently open his mouth a bit more, delicately dabbing away the blood until he could see where it was coming from.
Sighing, Vincent put the cloth down. "Keep your mouth open, please." A garbled response came from Cid as he removed his artificial fingers from his mouth. Chuckling, he picked up the salve and opened the jar. Almost immediately, he began to protest the salve, just to find the metal fingers in his mouth again.
"It is going to happen, Cid." More protesting came once the blonde heard this. Rolling his eyes, Vincent dipped his fingers into the cold goo. "It will help stop the bleeding and heal your jaw quicker." Snorting, Cid crossed his arms over his chest, looking desperately at the brunette. "And that look will not change my decision, either."
As soon as the salve came in contact with his mouth, Cid shivered, tempted to pull Vincent's hands out of his mouth. "Do not even try to do it," the gunner said, somehow knowing what he was going to do. Sulking, he tried not to gag as the goo was spread along the edges of his gums.
"Almost done." Another garbled came from Cid, making Vincent chuckle. Soon, he removed his fingers, making the blonde shudder as he stuck out his tongue. "It was not that bad."
"The hell is wasn't! It tasted like- The hell are you doin'?"
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