faicinn_rocais (faicinn_rocais) wrote in areyougame, @ 2009-12-09 22:25:00 |
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[FFVII] Sidetracked (Reno/Cloud)
Title: Sidetracked
Author: faicinn_rocais
Rating: M...very M
Warnings: sex, kissing, foreplay...think that's it.
Word count: 583
Prompt:- Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Cloud: sex in an abandoned building - It left a sour taste in his mouth
Summary: After a mission to an industrial city for pest control(read: drug dealer's getting a little too comfortable) on Reno's part, and a large delivery and monster extermination on Cloud's, they, amazingly enough, run into each other. With one high on adrenaline and the other with a slight case of fighter's high, nothing good can come of their meeting...or can it?
A/N: Procrastinating. Oh, and there's some explicit sexual encounters in here; if the prompt didn't already give that away.
The fact that anything could be growing on the various surfaces inside the building left a sour taste in his mouth; not that it would truly affect him and his altered biology, but some things that you were raised to think about were always forefront in the mind.
The fact that Reno had just taken out a drug lab wasn’t on his mind.
The fact that the building had been abandoned for about as long as he’d been alive wasn’t on his mind.
The fact that the beams were a mixture of wood and steel and smelled quite interesting wasn’t on his mind.
The redhead with a wicked tongue and a hot mouth around his cock had his mind drunk on pleasure.
Cloud moaned and swore as Reno’s teeth nibbled on his head.
“Not yet,” Reno replied, voice rough with lust as he released Cloud’s erection. The blonde bit back on a whimper as the wonderful heat left, but considered it worthwhile as that hot, talented mouth sought his out. He gasped as hot hands found the zipper to his sweater vest and opened it to play with his nipples. Hands ran up his chest and down his shoulders, divesting Cloud of his top as tongues battled for dominance.
The rough cement felt good on Cloud’s heated skin, adding a sharp contrast to his elevated temperature.
“Ramuh, you’re a fucking fernace,” Reno breathed, fishing through his suite jacket as he kissed down Cloud’s neck to his shoulder.
“SOLDIERs all had elevated body temperatures,” Cloud gasped out as Reno found a particularly sensitive area near his shoulder. Reno smirked as Cloud gasped again when his kiss turned a little more vicious; teeth marks evident in the other man’s skin. Cloud gasped again as Reno’s lube covered hands prompted his entrance. He expected Cloud’s knee-jerk defensive action of flipping their positions—he’d probably never submit to anything willingly after Hojo—but Reno was prepared and, as his back viciously made contact with the cement, he used his momentum to flip them back, shoving his fingers into Cloud and stroking his prostate. Hard.
The blond’s hoarse shout echoed in the building. It didn’t take long after that before Reno was fucking Cloud into the wall; both being too hot and stressed from their respective jobs that had brought them out of Edge and Midgar to this dying, industrial town. When they both came in echoing shouts of pleasure, they paused to catch their breath before disentangling themselves from each other and starting to find their clothes.
“How the hell did you throw my shirt over here?” Cloud asked as he walked halfway across the room to find his sweater vest in a pool of…something.
That something glowed.
Reno came over when Cloud was still half naked and staring at his shirt on the floor, lighting up a clove as he went. “Why ya ain’t wearin’ you’re shirt yet? “ the Turk ask as he inhaled a lungful of the spicy smoke.
“What kind of drugs did you say this syndicate was making?” Cloud inquired.
“Didn’t,” Reno succinctly replied. “Why?” Cloud just pointed and Reno saw the glowing, sludgy puddle. “Dude! It’s, like, fucking glowing!” Reno crowed. “That’s kinda cool.” He took a hit of his clove as he glanced at Cloud who looked distinctly unamused.
Reno just shrugged. “Well, it ain’t my shirt so why should I care?”
Cloud gave an exasperated sigh. He was never going to have a tryst in an abandoned building again.