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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In an instant, Cid found himself lying spread eagle on the bed with Vincent sitting comfortably on his groin. As soon as he realized what had happened, the blonde felt his shirt being pulled off by the gunner. "Oh yeah!" the pilot said, lifting his arms to help his lover get the blue cloth off of his chest quicker.
Rolling his eyes, Vincent chuckled at the blonde. "I am just searching for any injuries that you have...forgotten...to tell me about," he said, his eyes quickly roaming over the toned muscles of the pilot. His fingers gently traveled over Cid's chest, carefully listening to him for any changes as he passed over tender flesh.
Getting nothing, he rose to his knees, getting a provocative look from the blonde. "Flip over," Vincent said, smiling slightly when he saw Cid's look transform into another pout. Though, he did roll over, almost knocking the gunner over when he did so. Once he was lying still, the gunman gently began to give his back and sides the same treatment, listening the the blonde's breathing in case he was going to try to hide any pain.
Still, he found nothing except for a darkening bruise on his back. It looked slightly larger than a fist, letting Vincent know that it was still forming and would be sensitive for quite a while. Though, it was not a mix of purple, red, and yellow yet, only a darkened yellow with a touch of purple.
Shaking his head, Vincent knew that the salve would not do anything to help heal Cid's bruise, so he rose to his knees again, moving so he was on the blonde's side, not above his back. "Now, take off your pants," the gunner said, watching as the blonde whipped around to look at him, grinning widely.
"Now?" Cid asked as he began to unbutton the front of his pants.
Laughing, Vincent shook his head, "No sex yet," he said, disappointing the pilot yet again. "I need to check your legs for any damage."
"Gonna check me everywhere?" the pilot questioned, wiggling his eyebrows.
Chuckling, the ex-Turk responded. "Maybe, it depends on how quickly we can get this done, first." Hearing this, his fingers became more frantic, helping him get his pants off as quickly as he could. Though Cid did leave his underwear on, he was not sure of his own reasoning behind it, but he figured it was too late to pull them down when he felt Vincent's fingers roam over his thighs.
Cid moaned softly as he felt the warm and cold fingers trail up his thighs, sending a chill up his spine at the same time. Vincent smiled as he continued to check the pilot's legs, making sure that there was nothing else wrong. Satisfied, he had the pilot roll onto his stomach once more, checking the other side of his legs.
Moving to the side again, he gently put his hand on Cid's shoulder. "You can sit up now," Vincent said, watching as his lover turned to look at him. Flipped over, he grinned. At first, the gunner was wondering why he was being looked at in such a way, but when his eyes swiftly skimmed over his body, he understood why.
The front of Cid's blue boxers were tented, proudly begging for Vincent's attention. Grinning, the gunner reached over and gently ran his fingers over the flesh underneath the soft, cotton boxers. His grin widened at his reaction; arching into the soft touch. He sensually licked his lips as he stared at the blonde lying on the bed, his red eyes half-lidded and his cheeks slightly reddened.
Vincent then leaned down, pressing his lips against Cid's, while his free hand helped support himself as he remained off of the blonde. The aviator, on the other hand, snaked his arms around the pale man's waist, pulling him down on top of him, effectively pressing their groins together.
The kiss was deepened as the blonde's right hand slid farther down Vincent's waist, stopping so he could clutch at the firm muscle of the gunner's ass. He groaned into the kiss and Cid began to rock their hips together, feeling his pulse quicken as his temperature rose and his heart beat wildly in his chest, while his blood surged to his cock.
Cid rolled over, taking Vincent with him, so he was above the brunette. The blonde then broke the kiss, panting heavily, his hot breath spilling over the gunner's mouth. Almost immediately, their lips were pressed together in a hungry kiss, their bodies slowly rocking against each other, a needy motion.
Groaning into the kiss, the gunman wrapped his arms and legs around the blonde, keeping their bodies pressed firmly together. Meanwhile, Cid's hands had snaked between them, unbuttoning, unclasping, and unbuckling any and everything that he could on the pale man's clothes, wanting nothing more than to throw the offending articles as far away from them as he could, just to make sure that they could not cover up the warm skin he wanted to feel anymore.
As quickly as humanly possible, Cid had managed to reduce Vincent's attire to just black boxers. He broke the kiss again, just so his eyes could soak up the delicious sight of the man lying pleasantly under him, awaiting his next move.
"Cid," Vincent moaned, keeping his hazy eyes focused on the pilot above him. "For the love of God, do something besides staring at me. Anything." Grinning wolfishly, Cid did just that.
The next thing Vincent knew, he was arching off of the bed, a choked moan coming from his throat. "How's that?" Cid asked, tightening his grip around the straining cock underneath the soft fabric of the ex-Turk's boxers. He slowly began to run his hand along the hardened shaft, keeping his grip on the flesh tight. Another strangled moan came from the writhing man, laced with pleasure and desperate, raw, emotion.
"Tell me, Vin," Cid said, his voice deep with lust. "What do you want me ta do to you?" Vincent's breathing became quicker along with the rate of the blonde's stroking. "I wanna hear ya say it."
"Ugh, I...I want..." he started to say, panting in between his words. "You to...fuck me...long and h-hard." Cid groaned as his own cock jumped at the sound of Vincent's words, throbbing almost painfully. "I want you...to make me scream...your n-name so loud...I won't speak for hours... I need you...so fuckin' bad. I wanna f-feel you come...deep inside of me."
Cid bit down into his tongue as he moaned, his cock reacting to Vincent's husky words. "I w-want to...suck your dick...so hard, you'll come...in my mouth." The grip around his cock tightened even more, making the gunner's vision blur a bit more. "Fuck, Cid! ...Just fuck me already!"
He quickly released the pulsating cock, reaching for the waist band to the black boxers, feeling Vincent do the same to his. Cid pulled them down, noticing that the ex-Turk rose his hips a bit off of the bed to make the movement a bit easier. Once both of their cocks sprung free from the irritating flexible confines, the blonde pressed their bodies together again, making sure to create extra friction at their waists.
"What...'bout the blind...fold an' cuffs?" Cid gasped, feeling the grip around his shoulders tighten even more.
"Later," Vincent growled, jerking his hips harsher against the blonde's. "Right now...oh, God...I just want...you." Smiling, Cid slowly ran his hands down the gunner's side, making him groan and jerk his hips again. He stopped his once his hands came to rest over the pale hips, holding them gently, yet firmly.
At once, the blonde held Vincent's waist to the bed and stopped grinding their hips. They both groaned at the loss, wanting to continue with the blissful torture. Cid pulled back a bit, putting some space between them, making the pale ex-Turk groan at the loss of his warm body.
"Don't worry, babe," the blonde panted, staring deeply into Vincent's eyes. He pressed the tip of his cock gently against his entrance. "See? Nothin' to worry about." A deep moan was heard as he slowly pushed a bit into the gunner. Though, neither knew if they made the sound, or if it was their lover.
Even slower, he filled Vincent, sliding in until their was no room between them anymore. "Fuck, Cid," the taller man moaned, holding onto Cid like his life depended on it. He bucked closer, forcing the throbbing cock in a touch further. "Move."
Following the demand, the blonde began thrusting in and out of the gunner, moving his hands, he had already loosened his hold. Sweat had already begun to coat their skin, a feeble attempt to cool down their already heated bodies.
As Cid set the pace, Vincent leaned forward and crashed their mouths together, their teeth clicking roughly as the brunette invaded the blonde's mouth. With the pilot slightly distracted, he was not able to notice that the pale man underneath him had bitten down lightly on his bottom lip, tugging gently on it as he roughly sucked the flesh, reddening the skin.
Moaning, Cid felt his temperature rise a notch at Vincent's teasing. Deciding to make the other man just as desperate as he was making him feel, the blonde angled his hips slightly, making sure to thrust in with a bit more force this time.
The affect was just what he had wanted. Vincent immediately released his hold on Cid's lip, throwing his head back as he arched off of the bed, pushing his thin form closer to the aviator's muscled form. He moaned deeply as white filled his vision, his hips bucking wildly at the electric, warm feeling.
"R-right there..." Vincent moaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of Cid's shoulder blades, though even in a lustful haze, he still managed to remember not to put too much pressure on the delicate flesh with his metallic fingers, not wanting to hurt his lover unintentionally.
Cid grinned as he struck the small bundle of nerves again, making Vincent quiver as he gasped, trying to bring oxygen into his overly heated body. His grin widened at the sound that came from the gunslinger, proudly knowing that he was the sole cause of it.
Oh yeah, Chaos moaned, tightening his hand around his painfully hard cock. Finally, we get front row seats to the action. Took 'em long enough! I was getting blue balls over here. Vincent! Nibble on his ears! You know how hot under the collar it makes him! Tongue-fuck his ear, at least! Vincent tried to ignore the moaning coming from the rowdy demons, instead, focusing on his lover. You can give him a hickey, too. Make it noticeable!
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Review for the next chapter. I might be able to update once a week... Might. -Laughs-...Obviously, this week wasn't one of 'em.
Thanks for reviewing:
Me1ii: -Grins-Of course. Did you expect somethin' else? Like Cid congratulatin' him?
Takemi-Chan: School, a more vicious form of prision...no chance of parole. -Grins-Cookies, deviously delicious and delectable. -Laughs-Maaaaaaaybe...we'll all have to find out, now, won't we? ...'Cause I don't know.
VermilionVanlentine: -Laughs-Well, you should know, by now. Well, it had to be in front of Cid... -Grins evilly-For now.
ryka phoenix: Yeah, school's evil. He'll die...eventually. -Laughs-We're getting closer to it, though.
Manders1953: Cid is very devious. -Laughs-I can just imagining Vince passin' out, too! Well, here's more, sweetie!
R A I N E xx: -Snickers-nice swears, and, yeah, yeah he is. But, it ain't over yet. -Laughs-Two whole minutes?! You've got a lot of faith in Cid. I give him...ten seconds...tops! Well, if you kill my school, it'll come back. It's like the Blob-laughs-.