In Alcohol We Trust (FFVII yaoi, Zack/Reno, Dark #32 3 hours later) Title: In Alcohol We Trust Pairing: Zack/Reno Disclaimer: Don’t own. Rating: R Summary: Never mix Reno, Zack and a few bottles. Warning: Embarrassing bishies? :D Word count: 666
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It’s night, but his eyes are not blinded by the dark. His footsteps are not audible and his body does not reveal his position. He is Zack Fair, SOLDIER First Class, and there is no way he’d ever let an enemy spot him.
And this specific mission is quite delicate. He picks the locks, opens the door, stopping just the moment after feeling the relative shift of friction that would cause the screeching sound. It’s a cheap inn so it’s no wonder.
The moon is on the other side of the building so it’s even darker in here than in his room. Nonetheless, he sees the still form on the bed, under the covers, because he left a window open and the night is chilly here.
Zack wonders why he hadn’t climbed the window instead, but it makes no difference now.
One hand in his pocket, fingers wrapped around the soft elastic bundle, he hurries towards the sleeping form, a smile on his lips because this was simply too easy. The man is in his REM phase, Zack can tell by the way the eyes move under the lids. There’s not much of a chance he would wake up, no matter what Zack did.
Good.
He squats, extends his free hand towards the head and pulls the bundle out of his pocket.
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Reno bites his lower lip to stop a cry so desperate to escape. He squeezes his fingers into the soft sheet underneath. Fuck it, he can’t see in the dark anyway, so there’s no use in keeping his eyes open.
It’ll be over soon, it has to be. Nothing lasts forever.
Except, of course, this is SOLDIER and they aren’t really normal so there’s no way of knowing that for certain.
Then, fingers entwine around his cock, pull him out from whatever the hell he’d went to with one long, powerful stroke.
“Never said you can’t have fun too,” Zack purrs from behind him and Reno can’t help but roll his eyes.
“Of, *fuck* you,” he retorts. Zack’s hand synchronizes with his hips so there’s no escape in words now.
Zack obviously doesn’t give a shit. Then again, Reno doesn’t either, unless it has to do with alcohol, and that’s how he got himself into this mess in the first place.
Never start a drinking competition with a First Class – that’s Reno’s new mantra. Being so drunk that you have to concentrate on not to puke all over the place takes half the pleasure away from sex.
Orgasm comes and goes. For Reno at least. Zack’s still playful.
Reno can’t decide whether to hate him for that or ask for a rain check.
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It’s 6am. Three hours after Zack returned from Tseng’s room with his silk tie as proof. Eight after Reno invited him for a drink. Twenty four since Tseng briefed Reno about this mission and the fact that a First Class would be joining them.
Fifteen minutes since Zack returned from the bathroom and decided giving Reno a back rub was a good thing.
Reno’s not complaining. There’s something about this man’s long strokes over his achy muscles that’s making Reno feel as though he’s in heaven. He purrs from time to time, squeaks in between and just plain sighs every time he gets a chance.
Then, Zack’s hands leave his back and fingers entwine with his hair, rubbing his scalp, making Reno actually see the stars. He doesn’t even notice as Zack pulls a handful of pink hair elastics from his pants, starts making small braids in his growing ponytail.
When he’s done, Zack quickly zips up, shoots Reno a grin and seats himself onto the window frame.
“What’re you doin’?” Reno asks lazily and Zack just shrugs, glances towards the door.
Then Reno hears it, a second after Zack – banging, furious footsteps and one angry “Reno, I swear to *god*!”
Eyes back to the now empty window frame, Reno growls, hoping to gods this isn’t what he thinks it is.