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Notes: This got long. And...crack-filled. Yeah. =| (P.S. - Please correct me if I've made any truly glaring mistakes.)
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Atop a ruined building along the nearly-visible boundary between Edge and the remnants of Midgar was not the sort of place Reno would've expected to find Cloud.
It was also not the sort of place he would have thought conducive to getting drunk, as Cloud was obviously trying to do. He'd been trying for a while now, if the number and variety of bottles laying around was any indication.
It was only after these observations made their way through his mind that Reno realised, hey, Cloud was half naked and First Tsurugi actually wasn't anywhere in sight. He blinked.
"Yo, Cloud," he started, only to stop abruptly when Cloud's Mako-bright eyes, hazy and sharp at the same time, turned on him.
"Shut up," Cloud suggested, mildly.
Reno ignored him, once he managed to find his tongue which had somehow been temporarily removed by Cloud's fucking gorgeous eyes. "Where's First Tsurugi?"
"Somewhere." Cloud paused. "With Fenrir maybe." Another pause and Cloud cocked his head, drawing one leg up and emphasising the fact that the naked half of his body was the part sans fucking pants.
"Yeah, okay," Reno replied; suddenly his brain wasn't working so well - Cloud had awesome legs, long and sexy and tight as a vise when he was being fucked... The redhead shook himself. "Better question: where're your fucking pants?"
"Somewhere," Cloud repeated. Then blinked. "I don't actually know. I haven't seen them for a while."
"No shit, yo." Reno felt the sudden need to smoke. Or drink. Anything to distract himself from the way that too-large sweater vest doesn't actually cover much at all. Especially when only half-zipped. And Rahmuh damnit, Cloud needed to stop posing with his legs and wiggling his hips like that.
Cloud nodded.
For a moment, wherein Cloud returned to gazing across to the cliff and Reno told himself he wasn't going to just jump the blond, there was silence. Then Reno opened his mouth. "So, why're you--"
"Shut up," Cloud interrupted. Then he stood up and actual-fucking-ly swayed. Reno figured that was a pretty big hint that Cloud had actually managed to get fairly sloshed. "Questions are stupid. There're better uses for your mouth."
Reno's mouth dropped open, and he decided it was a good thing he hadn't been smoking. It would've been a fucking waste of a good cig if he had been. He absently made a mental note of the fact that Cloud-plus-drunk-equalled-really-bold. Way more bold than he normally was.
He made an odd noise, then cleared his throat. "Cloud." He shoved his hands in his pockets. The better to not touch him with. "You're fucking drunk, yo."
"Yes." Cloud nodded, walking over to him. It was interesting, watching his body adjust to the undoubtedly ridiculously high acohol-to-blood-to-Mako content; the swaying tottering changed to a slinky, enticing walk. "I also told you to fucking shut up."
And before Reno could say anything more - like maybe how Cloud needed to sober up, or stop repeating himself, or even how him just walking shouldn't make Reno hard enough to hammer nails - Cloud was all up against him, strong arms wrapping around him and an insistent hand in his hair dragging him into a kiss that didn't even try to pretend it was chaste.