shimyaku (shimyaku) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-10-06 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii, author: shimyaku |
From the 48th to the Floor, Final Fantasy VII (Rufus/Reno)
Title: From the 48th to the floor.
Author/Artist: shimyaku
Rating: NC17
Warnings: implications of mansex, rimming, bad humour, Reno's potty mouth, and Reno's kitchen
Word count: ~2000
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Reno: dirty fuck – “You live…here?”
Summary: Rufus muses about his and Reno's 'relationship'
A/N: Here's the other late one. It's probably a little long-winded, so I permit you to skip the first third. *nodnod*
Told from Rufus' point of view.
They had their moments, he and Reno. With their being in one another's company so often, he supposed it was the natural course of things. They fucked around a little, of course, spent the odd night getting drunk on his living room floor, even worked off tensions in the storage closet on occasion - just usual stuff. And it was a mutual thing, luckily. They were two guys in high stress positions, little connection to the 'outside' world or 'normal' people, with theoretically no time for fraternizing or whatever one wanted to call it... so it was strangely comforting to know that there was someone you could count on to put out. He had to admit, he was particularly happy about that.
But then there was the talking - he'd call it 'chatting' if only it didn't give off the wrong type of vibe, though essentially that's what it was. Anyone around Shinra would tell you that he wasn't much for such things, more on the reserved side he liked to think, but during any of those certain times spent with Reno there was this compulsive urge to talk which erupted from nowhere. And thinking upon it left two firmly rooted possibilities as to why. Either it was Reno's insatiable personality coaxing him to do it, if only so there wasn't the constant sound of just the redhead speaking, or, it was something in the alcohol they shared to excess that loosened his tongue in exorbitant amounts, unfathomable though it might be.
However... perchance it could be a mixture of both, as foolish as it might make himself feel. Fancy getting drunk with Reno in the first place... He really was a first class idiot.
They often found themselves chatting about women, ironically enough, but that topic only stretched so far, considering. The rest of their conversation was some hodgepodge of work, bitching about SOLDIERs, and the purely and utterly trivial. Sometimes it appeared that they had very little to talk about, though it never lasted long, for that was usually when the alcohol came into play, the resulting inebriation presenting many more colourful points of interest. A few shots and an otherwise stunted and uninspired discussion could continue for hours.
It wasn't until the thought randomly came to Rufus one day that he even considered to ask about how Reno lived outside of work. Did he live nearby? Did he have a cat? A non-company car? The idea had never occurred to him before. He wasn't quite sure where the urge to ask came from, but it was suddenly there and wouldn't go away, continuing to throw personal questions into his mind that would delve ever deeper into the... unique being that was Reno. And as much as he continued to want to ask them, did he really want Reno to answer? Did he want to step over this line of 'personal' and 'convenient'? Did he want more than face value? Should the response be 'yes', then this was certainly a first - Rufus Shinra had never given a shit about anyone. But now it appeared he wanted in on Reno. He could scarcely believe it... only reaching the inevitable conclusion that, yet again, he was an idiot. Things were looking promising.
Fortunately enough, once he mustered the courage, Reno didn't seem to blink an eye at the spontaneous probing, only answering as effusively and vulgarly as one would otherwise expect from the man.
"Reno, you don't find it odd for me to ask these questions?"
"Why the fuck should it matter to me? I dun' care. I know how you work, I'm a Turk after all - I mean seriously, you could've found out any of this shit without having to bother me 'bout it. Plus, I'll have you know I still got plenty of secrets, you just ain't asking the right questions to make me talk. Not that I'm saying I'll answer or nothin'."
He'd never thought of it that way...
"But you don't think it's unfair that I'm asking all this and not offering anything about myself?"
"Shit, Boss, why would I? I already know fucking everything about you. All you gotta do is take one step into a guy's pad and you can figure just about anything about him - got that skill from Turk training, y'know? And in case you forgot, you've never been to my place, and I crash at your place like every second day, yo."
"You'll take me there, then?"
"Eh? My place, you mean? Ha! So you really wanna know about me, do ya? Are you sure? I may not be all I'm cracked up to be, y'know. Even my own mother said I was a fucked-up disappointment, and I'll tell ya now that she was pretty fucked-up herself!"
~*~*~
"You live... here?"
"Yep, that's the idea."
"I see."
"Hey, yo, don't get disappointed on me now - I warned you and you still fucking came. Granted it's not the prettiest of places, but I'm not exactly the prettiest of people."
He glared at the redhead.
"Okay, I know, I live in a shitty run-down dump, but you're going to have to deal with that Ruffy, because I happen to like this particular shitty run-down dump."
"Right. You best give me the Grand Tour then."
Reno nodded with enthusiasm as he urged him to follow, leading him around the few rooms of the apartment, pointing to each and keenly stating the obvious: kitchen, lounge, bath, and finally...
"Sorry, bed's trashed. Hows about we try the kitchen?"
His eyes went wide. "Say that again?"
"What? You've never fucked on a kitchen floor before? Geez, you need to live a little."
"My apologies for lacking knowledge of standard procedure. I grew up on Shinra's 48th floor."
"Huh, then I guess you'll just have to make it up to me somehow."
Reno grabbed his wrist, leading him out from the bedroom and toward the kitchen. But they didn't quite make it there in the end, as he turned abruptly and pinned the redhead to a conveniently placed table in the living room, causing Reno to grunt in shock. Was it honestly necessary that they fuck on the kitchen floor?
"Here's as good as anywhere, correct?"
Reno shrugged knowingly. Damn Turk could see straight through him. What was so wrong with the dining table?
"So long as you realise we're probably going to end up on the floor anyway; as it is I can't recall the last time I swept..."
"You're absolutely keen on this kitchen floor idea, aren't you?"
The bastard grinned like a fox.
Stepping back from the table with a huff, he let the redhead slip from in between, again taking his wrist and dragging him over to the kitchen area. Cool tiles were hard under his feet, and there seemed to be some manner of clutter to every side of him, but Reno remained unfazed, pulling him against one of the cupboards and swiftly pressing their lips together. Straight down to business.
As always, the Turk was as over-eager with his sexual advances as he was with his work, jumping straight in without questions, and an 'act now, think later' attitude. He noticed the redhead already had his hands down his pants, and was soon after grinding his hardened cock against his own clothed thigh, moaning wantonly into the kiss and even managing to draw a moan from himself. Sordid as the act might have appeared on Reno's part, he couldn't condemn the other's enthusiasm.
With all that going on it didn't take long for his own arousal to come to attention, and shortly after he was in the same state of undress as the redhead before him, erection jutting noticeably from his trousers and shirt partially unbuttoned. Reno licked his lips as he broke from the kiss and gazed down between their waists, groaning in want before flopping back against the bench top behind, sending several glasses rolling in the process.
"Ain't gonna last, Boss."
"You better hurry up and get on the floor then, Reno."
And he meant what he said. Even giving the redhead a little helping hand as he removed his clothes and got down onto his knees, then urging him to face the cupboards. With a few short words he luckily managed to get Reno to co-operate once again, placing his hands by the door handles, and moving his legs further back and wider apart, and most importantly getting him to stay there. Looking from one side to the other, he eventually spotted a couple of hole-littered tea towels on the bench top, tentatively grabbing the least soiled of the rags and using it to tie the Turk's wrists to the cupboard handles.
Yes, now this was getting interesting.
With a click of his tongue he propped himself down behind the other, bringing his hands to the other's backside, and spreading the flesh apart. Truly he'd been waiting for this a moment like this, but never really imagining himself to have the will to do it.
"I've always wanted to do this to you, Reno, but it's never seemed appropriate before now."
The redhead was already shuddering slightly in anticipation of what he was about to do, his breath tickling the area in question as he leaned in close and waited. Then finally, he let his tongue emerge, flicking delicately at the puckered skin of Reno's entrance, tasting and indulging in the strong scent. He drew circles over the sensitive flesh, lapping at the surrounding skin just to tease, then gently placing pressure on the small opening, as if he were about to push inside.
"Nng! Ifrit's balls!" The Turk gasped out. "I'm telling you now that ANY time you feel like doin' that shit will be more than fucking appropriate, Ruf'. Oh, fuck, yes."
Reno's words were more than enough encouragement for him, as he pulled the other's flesh wider with his fingers, immediately delving his tongue into the burning cavern. Indeed, why hadn't he done this before? The sensation was intoxicating, having the redhead at his mercy like this, and feeling the tight clenching of muscle around his tongue as it continued to probe inside the other was more than pleasurable.
Freeing up one of his hands, he decided to take the next step, sucking on a finger and then slowly pushing it inside the redhead's body. He moved and twisted the digit around, allowing the other man to rock back against it, and then curled it suddenly, pressing against that precious spot he knew was there.
"Ugh, shit!"
Reno cursed loudly as his whole body trembled with want, shaking as if he were cold, though the sweat breaking out over his back said otherwise. And so he continued to rub against that sensitive area inside the other, eventually adding a second finger, working it in and out until the redhead was whimpering with every slightest touch. The Turk was quickly becoming one very desperate and needy mass of writhing limbs. And so eager to please.
He could get used to this.
"Ah, fuck! Please, Ruf', just fuck me already! I know you wanna stick your dick in my ass - pretty please with a cherry? I'll even go down on you after. I just need- oh fuck, I need to come! Please, Rufus!"
He grinned. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.
~*~*~
Lying on the kitchen floor in a post-orgasmic haze was... Well, he figured he would've enjoyed it better if the haze hadn't been literal. Good thing Reno had after-sex alcohol close at hand, for should he have been sober at this point, he would most definitely be worrying about contracting something from sitting on the floor like he was. While in this case, it was only the odour that was becoming a bother.
"Reno, this place smells terrible."
"Call it a skilfully-acquired aroma if you will."
"It's not skilfully-anything. Except if you found someone that could clean this place 'til it was actually inhabitable - that'd take skill."
"Shut the hell up and drink your fucking liquor!"
"It's in a jam jar!"
"Boss, seriously, fucking shut up!"