Chichiri no da (chichirinoda) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-07-12 15:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii, author: chichirinoda |
Baby It's Cold Outside, Final Fantasy VII (Tseng/Reno)
Title: Baby It's Cold Outside
Author: chichirinoda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut ^_^
Word count: 2951
Summary & Notes: An ill-fated trip north of Icicle gives Reno and Tseng some cold time alone. Written for the prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Reno: Blanket-fic - Baby it's cold outside
As Tseng crawled out of the burning wreckage of the helicopter, coughing on the acrid black smoke that billowed outwards, and then choking as a bitterly-cold wind seemed to freeze his lungs, he reflected that ShinRa could probably afford to update their maintenance package. Perhaps the maintenance checks should be more frequent and comprehensive.
Though in the back of his mind he knew that this time it wasn't because of poor maintenance. A freak cross-wind had hit them and before the pilot had been able to correct they'd been heading nose-first towards the snow.
That pilot probably needed more training, but it was too late for the poor bastard now. Simulations were never enough, but in ShinRa, they relied too much on their VR technology.
And now they were paying for it. Again.
He crawled over the snow until he felt he was a safe enough distance and then tried to get to his feet. The first attempt was stymied by a huge gust of wind that knocked him flat, carrying the harsh dry scent of snow and a flurry of flakes that stung his exposed skin.
He was going to die out here if he didn't get somewhere warm, and fast. That thought got him to his feet again, favouring a twisted ankle and holding his arm where the sleeve of his suit had been seared away in the fire. The skin underneath was burned, though he didn't know how badly.
Looking back the way he'd come, he searched for signs of movement, but he couldn't initially see anything near the helicopter through the blowing snow.
Then another gust of wind rearranged a snowdrift and he spotted a shock of red hair near the rear fuselage. He broke into a hobbling run and hurried back to the helicopter just in time to see Reno pull himself out of the rear door and collapse face-down in the snow.
Tseng grabbed Reno's arm and pulled on it hard. "Get up," he hissed. "Reno, you stupid shit, you aren't allowed to die if you made it this far."
"Aw man," Reno mumbled, unmoving. "Do'ya have to hassle me? I'm getting up."
"I'm not your mother," Tseng replied. "Get up, now."
Reno got to his hands and knees, shrugging Tseng off, and got to his feet, swaying. There was a spatter of blood on the snow and Tseng saw more running down his face from a mark near his hairline. Either it was a cut or something worse, but facial wounds always bled. He wouldn't panic until he'd had a chance to examine Reno properly.
Correction: he wouldn't panic. Period.
"Fire's spreading," Reno said conversationally, like they were talking about the weather. "How long do you think we've got until it hits the fuel tanks?"
"Long enough to grab survival gear, or we're dead anyway. Move it," Tseng said, shoving past Reno to lean inside and take hold of one of the bundles out of the rear. Mentally, he was counting down the seconds. How many seconds he had, he had no idea, but he was counting anyway.
Reno grabbed the straps of a tent, and they both hightailed it out of there, limping and swearing, and dragging their gear behind them. Thankfully, when the helicopter blew it was only enough to knock them off their feet again with the shockwave, and not close enough to actually burn them.
And now they were stuck in the middle of nowhere, in freezing cold temperatures, with nothing but the clothes on their backs and what they'd managed to salvage from the helicopter. The nearest settlement was some godforsaken backwater village named Snowdrift or Icicle or something, and Tseng had no idea how far away it was or in what direction it lay.
"Let's find shelter," he said, glancing at Reno, who looked ready to fall over again. Blood had turned the right side of his face into a mask, and his eyes were glassy, but he nodded and straightened his shoulders.
"Yes, sir."
Tseng peered through the blowing snow. Then he grabbed Reno's arm in one hand and the straps of his pack in the other. "This way. I think I see cliffs."
"Oh cliffs. Great, we're saved," Reno said with false enthusiasm as they stumbled through the snow towards the shapes Tseng could barely see.
A few times he lost sight of them. The wind would whip up even further and the snow would obscure his view of the looming cliffs, but when it dropped he'd look around and try to orient himself again, slogging ever forward. It would be so easy to get turned around in this place.
His teeth were chattering so much he could barely talk, but that was all right. When he stopped shivering, he'd be worried.
What worried him far more was that Reno had barely said a word since the crash.
Finally they reached the cliffs, which cut much of the wind and provided at least some shelter. He chivvied Reno into helping him set up the tent, then dragged him inside along with the packs.
Immediately he felt warmer, but he knew intellectually that it was really just because he was out of the wind. It was still deathly cold inside the tent, and he cudgelled his brain into working just a bit longer. If he went to sleep now, as he so dearly wanted to do, he'd never wake up again. It didn't help that it was pitch black in the tent, and he flipped open his PHS to provide a bit of light while he worked.
Reno was listing and he used that to give himself more focus. "Hey, wake up," he said, slapping him hard across the face. Blue eyes blazed with anger and Reno sat up straighter.
"Hey! What's the big idea, boss?"
"The big idea is you," Tseng hissed, determined not to show the other man how badly-off he himself was. "Now sit there and don't move."
Reno muttered something uncomplimentary as Tseng rummaged through their gear, finding a first-aid kit and opening it up with relief. He was far too exhausted to pull of the kind of cure magic Reno needed, but a couple of potions should fix him right up without forcing either of them to exert themselves.
He grabbed three of the small, faintly-glowing bottles and handed them to Reno one by one. "Drink," he ordered, and Reno did, making a face as he upended each into his mouth and pitched the empty vial aside.
The transformation was, well, close to magical. The foggy expression in Reno's eyes cleared and the bruising forming around his right eye vanished. It was impossible to tell if the wound had closed with all of the dried blood, but Tseng leaned forward to examine with deft fingertips and Reno barely flinched. "Okay, that's better. How do you feel?"
"Like I got kicked in the head by a chocobo, and then force-fed too much magic piss in a row," Reno growled. "Fucking nauseous. How are you, boss?"
"Fine. See if you can find some flares or a heat lamp in the supplies we brought. We need to get warmed up," Tseng said shortly, sifting through the first aid kit for anything else useful.
"Yes boss," Reno said resentfully, but he crawled over to the pack he'd brought from the helicopter and rummaged through.
Tseng downed a potion for himself, then took a second one as an afterthought. His foot flared with pain for a moment, then settled down again to a low pulse. It was probably just sprained, and the potions would help with the swelling and inflammation, but he'd need something more substantial to fix it completely.
Reno glanced at him sidelong as he set up the heat lamp in one corner of the tent. "You really 'fine'?" he asked suspiciously.
"I said I was, didn't I?" Tseng replied, unruffled by Reno's suspicion. It wasn't that he wanted to hide the sprained ankle from the redhead. It just wasn't relevant.
The moment Reno turned it on, the heat lamp immediately started throwing off enough heat to cause sweat to spring out on Tseng's forehead. Paradoxically, he started shivering even more, and his skin prickled. That was probably a good sign.
Reno moved towards him and reached out, curling a hand around Tseng's tie and giving him a smirk that Tseng recognized all-too-well.
"What are you doing?" Tseng asked, stiffening as Reno drew his fingers slowly down the strip of fabric and then settled his fingers at Tseng's collar to loosen it.
"We've both gotta get outta these clothes," Reno drawled. "We'll be safer covered in blankets and sharing body heat. Didn't you pay attention in survival class?"
"You went to school?" Tseng replied, shrugging out of his jacket. He winced as he peeled the fabric from his burned arm. "You just want to get me naked."
"Hey, it's cold outside, but that's no reason it should be cold in here," Reno replied with a smirk. Then his eyes darted to Tseng's arm. "Hmm." He tossed Tseng's tie aside and then turned away and opened the first aid kit.
"What?" Tseng demanded.
"You're 'fine', I see," Reno replied, coming up with another potion. "Damnit, boss, why do you always say that when you're hurting, yo?"
"I already drank two of those," Tseng protested, rolling his eyes. "Just forget about it, Reno. I am fine - or I will be, when we're rescued and I get a bit of proper medical attention. It's not like I'm going to die."
"Take off your clothes, sir," Reno said. "It's still damn cold in here."
Tseng gave Reno a suspicious look as the redhead started rummaging in the first aid kit again, still holding the potion in one hand as he rooted through with the other. But he was right about the blankets and sharing heat, so he started unbuttoning his shirt and removing it, careful about his arm.
Reno popped the stopper on the potion and mixed it with some kind of cream he'd found in a jar. What the hell was he doing?
Tseng wriggled out of his pants and stretched out on the floor of the tent, dragging their blanket over him and shivering. "Are you done?"
"Yeah," Reno said, turning towards him with a bunch of the queer, gloppy, faintly-glowing green mixture held in his palm. "Show me that arm."
"What is that stuff?" Tseng demanded. Reno twitched the blanket off of him and dipped his fingers in the goop.
"Moisturizer," Reno said with a smirk. "Works like a dream. Not only does it work like a topical anaesthetic, but it makes the best lube in Midgar." Tseng closed his eyes and bit his lower lip as Reno smeared the freezing-cold cream over his burned arm. His eyes popped open about halfway through when he realized he couldn't feel it anymore.
"It doesn't hurt."
"And you didn't trust me," Reno replied, rolling his eyes.
Tseng huffed a laugh. "No one with half a brain trusts you, Reno. You're a Turk."
"Yeah right, look who I work for," Reno replied with a laugh. He rubbed his hands together and then started disrobing. Tseng turned away and burrowed under the blankets again. A few moments later, Tseng felt the other man slide under the blankets, and a warm body moulded itself around Tseng's, spoon-fashion.
He murmured an oath in Wutaian. "About time. I'm freezing."
"Sorry," Reno murmured. Tseng could feel his warm breath against the back of his neck. "Bet you never thought it'd take that long to get me outta my clothes, yo."
Tseng grunted a soft laugh. "No kidding."
Silence stretched out for a moment, and then Tseng felt Reno's hands press against his chest gently before starting to wander lower. "You're incorrigible," he sighed, trying to ignore the fact that his body was reacting already at the slightest touch. He should have expected it, regardless.
"What?" Reno replied. Teeth scraped the back of Tseng's neck and he gasped as an entirely different kind of shiver ran through him. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing, except that you're a horny teenager in a thirty-year-old's body," Tseng said.
"Hey, I ain't thirty yet--"
"A horny teenager with a head injury," he added. "I think you should rest."
"This is like resting," Reno protested, and wrapped a hand around Tseng's cock. Tseng groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, his hips jerking forward into the circle of his fingers. "Besides," Reno added more quietly. "I think sleeping is probably dumb right now, for a lotta reasons. Might as well pass the time, right?"
Tseng rocked forward and then back to feel Reno's erection pressed against his ass. "I guess we might as well," he muttered, giving up his token protest as futile.
"Great," Reno said, an almost manic tone creeping into his voice. "'Cause I always wanted to try this."
And Tseng felt Reno's hand slip between them and press two fingers against his ass. They wormed their way inside, slicked with something that tingled and burned cold for an instant before going numb. "W-wha-- Reno!" Tseng exclaimed, jerking roughly in Reno's grasp.
"Hey, hey, relax boss. It doesn't hurt, right?" Reno asked, a bit worriedly.
Tseng drew in a breath, but he couldn’t quite catch his breath. Not with Reno's fingers inside him, and his hand still stroking his cock. But it definitely didn't hurt. "No... d-dear gods, you didn't just use more of that stuff on me?"
"Yeah!" Reno said, fucking his fingers in and out. "Feels good, right?"
"Th-thought you said this was the best lube in Midgar," Tseng groaned, writhing as Reno started to add a third finger. He was going too fast, way too fast, and yet it didn't hurt a bit. Quite the opposite, with the way it tingled and warmed with the heat of their bodies. "H-haven't you felt it?"
"Well, I think it'd make the best lube in Midgar," Reno said. "I hadn't ever tried it, before."
"Thanks for warning me," Tseng growled. "If I'm p-permanently injured, I'm taking it out of your hide." It was a struggle to keep his voice even when he just wanted to writhe and cry out with pleasure, and he was pretty sure he wasn't fooling anyone.
Reno laughed, and he didn't sound cowed. "Yes, sir. Noted sir."
He withdrew his hands and for a moment Tseng scrabbled at the ground and gasped at the sudden cessation of sensation. Behind him he heard a wet sound and then Reno groaned. "F-fuck!"
"Reno...?" Tseng managed, starting to turn, but Reno grabbed his shoulder with a moisturizer-slick hand and pushed him down to face the pillow.
"S-okay," Reno groaned. "Just - fuck me - it fucking tingles."
"Well you'd better hurry the fuck up," Tseng snarled into the pillow. "I'm getting impatient." Tseng planted his hands and started to lever himself up, but Reno grabbed him with both hands and slid a knee between his thighs, forcing his legs apart. He relaxed and spread his legs wide, feeling a slick cock nudge him intimately.
"Grab onto your balls," Reno warned him gleefully. "Keep all hands and arms inside the ride at all times--"
"Ramuh," Tseng swore. "Fuck me already!"
Reno laughed and thrust forward, sliding deep into Tseng's body with scarcely a hint of resistance.
The sex was fast and intense, drowning out the howl of the wind outside the thin walls of their tent with the slap of skin and the sounds of their gasps and cries. Tseng felt every inch of Reno's cock as it slid deep into his body over, and over, and yet he couldn't feel a hint of pain.
He writhed and pushed back against Reno with each thrust, driving him deeper into his body and wringing a cry or two of his own from the redhead. Reno's pace grew faster and started to stutter, and Tseng curled his own fist around his cock, stroking at a rapid, almost merciless rhythm that brought him to orgasm quickly.
As his body spasmed with his climax, Reno let out a shout and thrust deep into Tseng's body one last time, releasing his own orgasm deep inside him.
The two men collapsed into the blankets, shuddering with the last vestiges of their climax and still joined intimately. Tseng pulled the blanket over them and burrowed deep under it, pressing back against Reno's fever-warm body.
"Well," Reno murmured against the back of Tseng's neck. "At least it feels warm in here now."
Tseng grunted softly, his eyes sliding shut. "Just shut up and listen for helicopters," he murmured. "Rescue will come soon."
"Yeah," Reno whispered, his own voice slurring. "They'll have received the crash signal by now. Organized a search party."
"No doubt."
Silence for a beat, and then. "Think ShinRa could start a sex-supply line? Offshoot of the medical development research division. We could market that lube, make a pile of money."
Tseng considered that for a moment. "If ShinRa started making sex toys, I think I'd have to gouge my eyes out, before whatever they come up with went crazy and started killing people."
"Oh yeah," Reno mused. "Maybe I should just talk to my pal Mario the next time I'm in Sector 5 below the plate. He can just give me a cut."
"Probably wise," Tseng said gravely, unable to resist a smile.
"We can talk it Turk Juice. Sexy huh?"
Tseng shuddered. Few things horrified him, but that-- "Shut up, Reno."
There was a grin in Reno's voice as he replied. "Shutting up, sir."