ardwynna (ardwynna) wrote in ffvii_yaoi, @ 2008-01-27 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | - fic, author: ardwynna, pairing: cloud/rude |
Cloud/Rude Installment 10
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Title: Make it Better
Characters: Cloud/Rude
Rating: R
Word Count: 1122
It's late and Rude wants to sleep. His body's all ready to go. He's limp and slow on the mattress, wrapped in a warm haze of satisfaction. He can't snooze yet though, not when Cloud's not okay.
Because Cloud is not okay, never mind what he said when Rude first asked, immediately after. It's not easy to spot, and Rude admits he may be guessing wrong – how well does he know Cloud anyway? - but there's a tension there now that wasn't there the last time.
Cloud's leaning up against the headboard, knees almost to his chest. He has his arms around them. To anyone else, he's just resting that way with his head lolled back against the headboard, closed eyes turned to the ceiling. He's got a flushed look on his face, a warm pink glow crossing the bridge of his nose. He looks well-fucked enough.
But it's that pose, curling into a ball like a child, arms up to block out the world. Rude's a Turk, not a psychologist, but there's an element of reading people that comes in when you're always in some fight. Cloud was open before and now he's not.
It's the pinning that did it, Rude figures. Guy like Cloud, fighting tooth and nail for years, he's probably got some twitchy little issues about being on the defensive, in a vulnerable position with someone he doesn't completely trust. It's not hard to figure out, looking at it that way. Hell, this was a quick fuck thing, maybe a one-night deal, but the point is they're not close. Oh, they know each other passing well on the field, but the bedroom's a completely different matter.
Rude fights the urge to settle in and doze. If it was anybody else, he'd offer a hug but they're not the huggy kind of friends. (Are they friends?) They're not a cuddly pair of lovers. (Are they lovers?) Hugging your fuck-buddy can sometimes make things awkward. (Yeah, that might do, assuming Rude hasn't royally screwed it up already).
Well, Rude has a few tricks up his sleeve, always does. It's a job requirement. He shifts around till he's sitting at Cloud's feet. Cloud's eyes move behind the lids. He's not asleep. He must have felt Rude move. There's no tensing now. He's free to move. He can spring to his defense, if need arises. His toes twitch a little, prelude to a pounce. Rude reaches out and touches one foot.
Cloud hisses. Rude smirks. Rude's never been the type to specifically go for feet. Feet are feet, they're made for walking. What does it matter if they're cute? But Cloud's are nice enough. Rude strokes one arch, then the other, lightly petting with both hands. Sensitive is good.
Cloud's eyes fly open. His arms drop to his sides. “What are you doing?”
“Just a little massage.” Rude's got the sense not to let Cloud see him grin. The blond sounds breathless. “You don't like it?”
“It's okay, I guess.”
Rude bows his head and gets to work, lifting both of Cloud's feet into his lap. They really are nice feet, capable, with a strong arch and good sturdy ankles, a little heel callus, maybe a couple slightly crooked toes. Rude wonders how much wear and tear they take with the way Cloud bounces. Not so much that they've lost sensitivity, apparently.
A light stroke down the ankles draws a shiver. Fingers across the instep get a moan. Then Rude begins to work with his thumbs, squeezing lightly, making small circles. A foot massage can work wonders. There are supposedly nerve endings there for every area of the body. Reno knows more about that whole business though there's only one area he makes sure to remember.
It makes no difference to Rude now. What he's doing is fine enough. Cloud's breath is heavy and his eyelids are fluttering. He's uncurling himself, going limp by degrees on the sheets. Well, mostly. Seems Rude might have hit Reno's favorite foot zone after all.
Cloud makes a little sound like a purr in the back of his throat. Nice. He's getting good and relaxed. Rude bends low, lips hovering over Cloud's feet for a while before planting small kisses all over. It's almost like worship, in a way, and Cloud shakes like a tree in the wind.
“Rude, what are you doing?”
Rude glances up, catching sight of Cloud's face between the man's parted knees. Cloud's eyes are wide. He's shocked to the core, but he's not fighting this like he did being below. His position isn't nearly as vulnerable now. Still, his hands are inching backwards to get a grip on the bars. Rude licks one ankle lightly, attentive to any response.
Cloud shudders. His face is almost pained and a moan escapes past the lip he's biting. Rude sits up. Maybe he should stop. It looks like this is too new for Cloud, a little too far. Rude will think about that later, how Cloud's more than up to a good hard fuck but writhes like a virgin at something softer. Rude pulls away but not too far. He just wants to look at Cloud's pretty face for a while and know that it's okay.
Cloud shivers some more as he catches his breath. The bars of the headboard are bending slightly under his grip. He blinks twice once he realizes Rude's not touching him anymore. “Rude?” The Turk's not sure what Cloud's asking. Cloud spreads his legs, sliding his feet slowly across the sheets. “You want it like this, Rude?”
Now it's Rude's turn to blink. “You offering?” Cloud shoots him a look that makes him want to slap himself. Well, duh, Rude, the man's lying there spread open with his cock bright red. He's not asking for tea and cookies.
Rude doesn't bother hiding the grin now. Cloud fishes under a pillow with one hand and passes the lube. Rude gets him by the ankles again, to lift him this time and hook his legs over Rude's shoulders. Cloud's smile is very encouraging.
A minute or two more to get ready and then Rude's pressing close, bending Cloud double as he sandwiches the blond between himself and the headboard. Cloud loves it. “Now, Rude! Need it!” Cloud's craning forward for a kiss that Rude willingly gives, even if it leaves him struggling to line up right when he can't see the way. It's worth it for the way Cloud screams into his mouth at the first sharp push. Then Cloud's ankles are locking behind Rude's neck and Rude's determined that when Cloud leaves in the morning it'll be with the pattern of the headboard engraved on his back.
Title: Audience of One
Characters: Reno
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 475
This blows. Cloud's not in the bar, he's not out eating anywhere and the stores are already closed so it's not like he's out getting supplies. Fenrir's still parked up so that leaves one option. He's got to be at the inn. It's nothing for Reno to slip back inside and sidle up the stairs while the innkeeper's back is turned, but he's got no way to find Cloud now.
Well, no easy way. He could sweet talk the receptionist – or threaten him, Turk advantage – and get the info that way, but the innkeeper's behind the desk too. Plus Tseng's had some words to say about using position to create a scene for personal gain, and personal this is, or will be once Reno's got his hands on blondie's tight little ass.
He could listen from door to door. Cloud's got to be in there somewhere, but dammit, he's quiet as a mouse when he wants to be. Reno looks up at the rafters, pausing his hunt for a philosophical study of architecture. He's a damned good climber and Kalm buildings have lots of accessible support beams.
No, that's no good. Last time he had to go peeping through windows, a little old lady spotted him and he ended up explaining some interesting charges to Tseng over a jailhouse phone. Reno sighs and gets his keys. Cloud Strife never did make things easy.
Rude's already turned in, from the sound of it. There's some definite bustling going on there. Bed's creaking. Rude must be getting comfortable. He's a big guy and sometimes Reno wonders how out of the multitude of cheap, mass-produced inn beds they've slept in, not a one ever broke under the guy. Reno locks himself in and takes a flying leap onto his own bed. The rhythm of creaking springs is satisfying.
Wait a second. Creaking springs? Reno's bed goes quiet once it stops bouncing but there's still some noise from Rude's end. Really rhythmic noise. And was that a moan? Oh fuck! Yeah, it really was! Rude's got himself some tail! Gotta be, because no way one guy and his hand could make that much noise. If it was anybody else Reno would grab the water glass from the table and be up against the wall, listening, but Rude's his partner, his buddy, his pal.
“Way to go, partner!” Reno's not too loud with the encouragement. Rude wouldn't take it well. But that doesn't stop Reno from being happy for the guy. He's always saying Rude needs to get a little more action and at least one of them is having some luck tonight. And Rude won't mind too much if Reno takes advantage of live auditory stimulation. As for Cloud, well, the chase is part of the fun.