|fayriefox (fayriefox) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-11-05 19:52:00
|Entry tags:||a: fayriefox, f: final fantasy vii, november 05, p: reno/rufus|
Getting Stronger, FFVII (Reno/Rufus)
Title: Getting Stronger
Warnings: Alcohol, underage drinking, swearing, mentions of much wanted patricide
Prompt: FFVII – Reno/Rufus - Strong alcohol –“It’ll put hair on your chest”
Summary: Reno has something for Rufus on the day of his mother’s funeral.
A/N: Dumb thing ran off with itself again.
The disheveled redhead snuck into the room with a nondescript paper bag in his hand; moving further into the room he plunked the bag onto the desk then walked around it to sit in the plush rolling chair. If he hadn’t known better he’d have thought that this room was the office of some Shinra work drone, albeit better off than most. There was no way for a person to know that this was actually the room where the Shinra president’s young teenage son did his schoolwork and met with his tutors.
Shortly after the redheaded man arrived in the room another arrived. Quietly the blonde removed the jacket of his one non-white suit and hung it on the hanger that had come with the suit. He then turned, wearily, to his desk and started at the man already there.
“Reno move. I need to get my homework done.”
“Nah, don’t wanna, yo. That damn old man of yours told ya to, didn’t he? First he makes a scene like that at your mom’s funeral with his flavor of the week, then goes around orderin’ you around like he has the right to, yo. Screw him. Say the word and he’s gone, yo.” Reno told him, disgusted.
“Reno, I’m not going to tell you to kill my father just because-” Rufus said halfheartedly.
“No, you’re human, yo. Just cause your old man ain’t, doesn’t give him any reason to forbid you from missing your mom. If you wanna mourn, then fuckin’ mourn. Come ‘ere. I got something’ that’ll make you feel better. Even Tseng gave the okay, yo.” At this Reno pulled two bottles and glasses out of the bag and placed them on the desk.
Rufus’ eyes widened as he recognized the bottles as Gongaga’s strongest bootlegged liquor.
“Where the hell’d you get that?”
“Secret, yo. Now siddown. This stuff you don’t drink standing up. It’ll put some hair on that chest of yours.”
“Hasn’t put any on yours.” Rufus replied nodding his head at the expanse of naked chest he could see through Reno’s unbuttoned shirt. “Besides, I’m underage, remember?”
“Like I really give a damn, yo. We both know you swipe sips outta your old man’s scotch when he ain’t in the room, anyways, yo. Not to mention I was younger’n you when I had my first down of this stuff, yo.”
“Reno, you don’t even know your real age.” Rufus sniffed.
“Says you. An’ I know I was younger’n you the first time I had some of this, yo.”
Rufus merely gave Reno one of the many looks he’d seen Tseng giving him. This was only Tseng’s level two ‘The judge is never going to believe that one, Reno,’ so Reno was pretty sure there was nothing to worry about. After a moment of a staring contest Rufus sat down on the desk pretzel style, relocating several pounds of homework papers to the floor. Reno poured two glasses and handed one to Rufus.
“Tonight is for your mom, yo. There ain’t many saints like her left in the world. May any others like her be kept away from Shinra’s grasp.”
“Cheers.” A moment’s pause to take a drink. After several minutes of hacking from Rufus, he asked something that really bothered him. “Reno, how old were you? The first time?”
“I’m pretending to be human tonight to keep you company, yo. None of those questions. ‘Sides, there are a lot of firsts out there for street kids.”
Rufus pretended not to see the haunting abyss at the back of Reno’s eyes.