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!

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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"I agree," Vincent said as he sat up. Cid also sat up and they got off of the bed. Vincent leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on Cid's lips. Cid wrapped his arms tightly around Vincent's waist, feeling the gunman press back against him. Vincent moaned when Cid began to grind against him, feeling the blood rush from his head to his cock.

"Cid," Vincent said, looking at the pilot with lust-hazed eyes. "Hurry up." Cid grinned as he lead Vincent to the bathroom. Cid left the door open, again, and he proceeded to strip Vincent. Vincent also began to remove to clothing from the blonde. The cloth fluttered softly to the floor as Cid pressed Vincent into the wall next to the handles for the shower.

Vincent moaned into Cid's mouth as he felt the pilot's tongue slide across the roof of his mouth. Cid reached over and grabbed the knob for the hot water. Cid turned the knob, sliding his tongue over so he could massage Vincent's tongue. Cid stepped away from the wall, pulling Vincent with him; lips still attatched. The hot water streamed onto their sides. Vincent pulled Cid closer to him as he leaned against the tiled wall. The cold tiles made Vincent shiver, and Cid pressed closer to him.

Cid's hands wrapped around Vincent's waist. One hand held onto Vincent's waist, clutching his hip, while the other slip between his ass and the wall. Cid's wet fingers slid in between Vincent's ass and lightly rubbed against his entrance. Vincent moaned into Cid's mouth again as his hips jerked. Cid pulled away from Vincent, grinning.

"Ready?" Cid asked, huskily. Vincent groaned and quickly smashed his lips against Cid's, elicting a moan from the gruff pilot. While Cid was caught off guard, Vincent wrapped one leg around Cid's waist. His claw clutched the back of his head while his hand caressed the side of Cid's face. Cid groaned and quickly pushed Vincent back into the wall with a dull thump.

Cid slid his fingers into Vincent, muffling another moan from the gunman. Not wasting any time, Cid began to thrust his fingers in and out of Vincent. In response, Vincent began to thrust his hips up and down in time with Cid's fingers. Cid removed his mouth from Vincent's and began to nip at Vincent's neck.

"Fuck, Cid," Vincent groaned, moving his hips faster. Cid began to roughly suck on Vincent's jugular. He then removed his fingers, hearing Vincent whimper slightly. Vincent clutched at Cid's shouders, making sure not to draw blood with the arched tips of the golden claw.

Cid gently grabbed Vincent's other, pale leg by the thigh and had Vincent place it around his waist also. Cid held Vincent up as Vincent reached down. Vincent grabbed Cid's pulsating cock with his human hand. He jerked Cid a few times, to make sure that he was as hard as he could possibly be, before lining Cid up with his entrance. Lust-filled eyes met and Cid quickly buried himself into Vincent.

Vincent's eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned loudly, eye lids fluttering shut as he threw his head back in pleasure. Cid grunted and let out a shaky breath in Vincent's ear. "Yer so damn tight, Vin," Cid moaned as he began to thrust into Vincent. The dark gunner just moaned in reply, clutching Cid's shoulders with more desperation.

Cid immediatly found Vincent's sweet spot, causing Vincent to cry out in pleasure. "Faster, Cid," Vincent pleaded loudly, momentarily not caring if the others were listening. "For fuck's sake, go faster!" Cid smirked as he pounded Vincent into the wall faster, the hot water still being ignored by the shower's occupants.

Cid's hands, still on Vincent's ass, began to massage the muscles, making Vincent groan. Cid moved his right hand from Vincent's cheek to the throbbing cock that was neglected in their pursuit of bliss. Vincent cried out when he felt pressure close around his shaft. Cid tightly fisted the throbbing flesh, jerking Vincent in time with his thrusts. Vincent jerked forward, his fangs lightly bit down on the flesh of his ear, making Cid shudder.

"Fuck," Cid moaned, quickening his pace. Vincent felt a heat growing in his abdomen, feeling his balls tighten.

"Cid!" Vincent shouted, his cry slightly muffled by the appendage in his mouth. Cid was also close, but when the friction increased around him, he could not hold on any longer.

"Vin!" Cid shouted as he came deep inside Vincent. Cid stood for a while, letting the hot water run over his body as he tried to catch his breath. He could hear Vincent breathing hard as the heat around his hips and back shifted. Vincent contently placed his feet on the slick porcelain, feeling like his side has heated enough from the hot water. Cid slowly removed himself from Vincent's tight heat, feeling the water rinse him off.

"Feels like we haven't done that in a while," Cid said with a grin.

Vincent smiled, "Cid," he said, shaking his head. "We had sex only a few hours ago."

"Still is too fucking long," Cid said, smiling with Vincent. "Now let's take a shower, before I gotta fix 'the Highwind', thanks to the fuck-ups out there." Vincent smiled as he reaced over and picked up the bottle of shampoo he placed by the edge of the tub. Cid looked at the bottle and raised and eyebrow with a smirk. "'Strawberry Kiss'?"

Vincent smiled sheepishly and shrugged, "I like the smell." At this Cid did laugh as he hugged Vincent.

"Always wordered what the hell it was that I smell when I was near you," Cid said as he let Vincent go. "Smelt so damn good. Couldn't tell if it was you, or my mind fucking with me again." Vincent smiled as he flipped open the top to the pink bottle. Cid breathed in deeply, taking in the aroma. Vincent turned the bottle upside-down and poured a small amount of the pink liquid into his palm. He placed the still open bottle on the basin's edge and began to lather the shampoo into Cid's hair.

Cid moaned and leaned into the touch. Once Vincent finished lathering the suds into the golden hair, he reached over to the shower head and moved it so the hot water poured onto Cid's head. Vincent's finger were back into Cid's hair, running through the tresses to help get the suds out. Cid grabbed the bottle and gave Vincent the same treatment that he had recieved. Then, they took turns lathering each other up with the conditioner and the stawberry scented bar of soap and rinsing off.

"We need to get out, Cid," Vincent said as he reached over and turned off the water.

Cid grinned, "Yeah, I'm all pruney, now." Vincent chuckled as they both stepped out of the shower. Cid grabbed the towel that was hanging on the rack and wrapped it around himself and Vincent. "Hey, what're you doing today?" Cid asked as they began to towel themselves off with the shared towel.

"Nothing, actually," Vincent said as he looked at Cid. "Why?"

Cid flushed bright pink, "Well," he said, trying not to stutter. "I could use some help fixing 'the Highwind'. 'Cause I'm sure they damaged more than the controls, knowing them punks." Vincent smiled.

"I would be happy to help you, Cid," Vincent said, making Cid lose the pink in his face and smile.

"Great," Cid basically shouted as he threw the towel into the bathroom, deciding that they were dry enough. "Now let's go. I need to get the fuck out of this forest and away from the brat." Vincent smiled and noticed that his clothes were folded and back in the same area that he had put them in when they were soaked.

"Cid?" Vincent asked, his eyes not leaving the pile. Cid noticed this and chuckled.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "When you were out, Tifa finished the laundry, so we put them back in here after we put you in bed. I hid mine in here also, wouldn't want to leave you when I don't have to." Vincent grinned and walked over to the pile. he unfolded the clothes as Cid reached under the bed and pulled out his folded pile. "Ya know, it's a good thing you clean under the bed, too. Otherwise I'd be all dusty." Vincent chuckled at this as they both got dressed, yet Vincent still put on his cloack, much to Cid's protesting.

They walked out of the room, heading towards the controls. Once there, Cid looked at the controls, growling. When they said that Yuffie broke them, they really meant it. It looked like the controls were torn out, the edges of the metal were twisted and warped. "My poor baby," Cid muttered as his fingers ghosted over the ruined controls. "That fucking brat's gonna pay fer this, you can count on it."

Vincent placed his hand on Cid's shoulder, comforting the angry blonde. Cid turned towards Vincent, a fire burning in his eyes. "She'll pay, dammit!" Vincent nodded, knowing that Cid was probably creating some kind of torture for the ninja as they stood there. He is probably going to tie her upside-down outside of 'the Highwind' until we reach Wutai, Vincent thought. He heard his inner demons chuckled in agreement at this.

"Come on, Vin," Cid said as he turned around. "Let's go check out the engine, I wanna make sure that my babe can still fly, otherwise heads will roll, dammit." Vincent grinned as he followed Cid. After a few minutes of walking slowly, they were in no rush after all, Vincent began to wonder where the others were. Usually they are everywhere, Vincent thought, trying to figure out what could be happening.

"Okay," Cid said, snapping Vincent out of his reverie. "What're you thinking of?" Vincent quickly wondered how long Cid had been staring at him. It was then that he noticed that they were standing still, in front of Cid's room, no less.

"I was wondering where everyone else went," Vincent said, listening for any sound of life besides themselves.

Cid shrugged, "No idea, Vin. Maybe they all jumped off?" Vincent shook his head, the both of them knowing that it would never happen. "Well," Cid said, gaining a lustful glint in his eyes. "I say we take a break for a while." Vincent looked at Cid with questioning eyes.

"What do you have in mind?" Vincent asked, his smirk, although unseen, was not unheard.

"What don't we go in my room and you'll find out?" Cid said, quirking an eyebrow as he jerked his head towards his door. Vincent smiled as Cid opened the door, waiting for Vincent to enter the room first.

"Ever the gentleman," Vincent said, loud enough for Cid to hear as he strode past the pilot, boots not making a sound. Cid closed the door and pulled down the collar of Vincent's cloak, revealing Vincent's full, pale lips. Not giving it a second though, Cid reached up and pressed his lips against Vincent's.

Vincent moaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Cid's neck. Cid ran his tongue over Vincent's lips. Vincent smiled slightly as he parted his lips, allowing Cid's tongue to enter his mouth. Cid's hot, slick tongue ran over the front of Vincent's fangs, gaining a shudder from the stoic gunman.

Cid took a step forward, making Vincent take a step back. Unfortunately, Vincent stepped on a stray boot, causing him to stumble and lose his footing. When this happened, Vincent fell to the hard floor, taking Cid down with him. Cid landed on top of him in a provocative way. Vincent grunted as he hit the floor, Cid was now resting in between his legs.

"Now this," Cid said after their lips had parted. "Is more like it." Vincent could not help but smile at Cid's optimism. He felt Cid's straining member pressing into his own pulsating cock as they remained on the floor. Cid began to grind into Vincent, muffling his moans with his own, kiss-bruised lips.

Instead of rushing to get each other naked, Cid was taking his time, lethargically unclasping each of the silver, cross designed buckles on the crimson mantle. After a few minutes, the cloak was pulled open, revealing Vincent's pleasantly angular face. Cid began to place soft, feather-light kisses along Vincent's jaw line, feeling himself throb every time Vincent let out a shaky sigh or when his breath would catch in his throat.

Vincent, unable to handle the slow torture for much longer, grabbed Cid's face and pulled him up for a gentle kiss. As they kissed, Cid pressed his hips into Vincent's feeling a spark run up his spine when their erections rubbed against one another.

As they lied there, grinding and kissing each other, they failed to notice to sound of someone opening the door to Cid's room. The figure in the door froze, seeing the two on the floor. The person stood there perfectly still, unable to look away. Holy fuck?! the person thought.

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Review for the next chapter, and to see who the person is. ...Sorry it was so short, but this way I can post faster, and leave more cliffhangers.