Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Cloud, out of reach
Many would accuse Reno of being stupid, but that was because they didn’t know him and accepted his Slums punk appearance as the Gospel Truth. He was anything but stupid, especially when it came to his job as a Turk. So when Rufus Shinra returned to the office all hot, bothered and furious before ordering the Turks to put Cloud under surveillance, Reno knew the Boss’ current state had to do with big, blond and broody. Tseng had instantly assigned Reno the wonderful job of playing voyeur for Rufus Shinra.
Normally, Reno wouldn’t have gotten anywhere close to the person he was watching, but this was Cloud Fucking Strife, the man who could tie Rude into knots without breaking a sweat and who had taken on Sephiroth and won. Which meant if Reno wanted to keep himself healthy, he would inform Strife why he was stalking him day and night. At least, that was the excuse Reno told himself when he slipped into the backyard of Strife’s house and moved towards the back door. He paused with his hand raised to knock as his ears caught a faint noise. He waited and was rewarded with a repeat of the noise. A low breathy moan.
Oh this was just too good. Getting an eyeful of Blond and Brooding jerking off like a horny teenager would just make Reno’s day. Especially if any incriminating names were whispered during such a session. Smirking, Reno slipped inside the house and followed the moans up to the second floor. He froze at the first door he came to, unable to move or even really breathe at the sight that greeted him.
Cloud knelt on the bed as he worked a large dildo in his ass, sweat shimmering on his skin. The look on his face was one of devoted ecstacy, as if whomever he was pretending that dildo belonged to was some lost love, and Reno licked dry lips as he watched, small details registering in his mind.
The flesh colored latex that was fucking Cloud was the right shade for one of those make it yourself dildo kits, meaning that the dick that had created that dildo’s mold had belonged to someone important to Cloud since it was bigger than the blond’s own. A fact Reno was able to verify when Cloud sat back on his heels, driving the dildo farther into him while grasping his weeping cock to stroke in time with each thrust of the dildo. The way Cloud’s other hand came down to move his balls out of the way, giving a clear view of the dildo fucking his ass as if he were use to someone watching him like this.
The leather and mithryl collar around the blond’s neck with the light glinting off a symbol that only one man had ever used to mark his property.
Reno bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as Cloud cried out in denial as he jerked on the latex cock, coming over his hand even as tears slid down his face. The Turk couldn’t move, watching Cloud collapse on the bed with sobbing shudders as he whispered for the man who had collared him. A man who Cloud had been forced to fight and kill for the world.
When mako bright eyes slid shut, Reno was finally able to move. He slipped into the room and scooped up the blanket that had been knocked off the bed before spreading it over the sleeping blond. His actions produced a questioning whimper before Cloud settled again when Reno brushed a comforting hand over blond spikes. He would report his observations to Tseng, letting him know that Cloud Strife was so far out of Rufus’ reach that Rufus wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in Ifrit’s hands of reaching the warrior.
It wasn’t until he was back in his car that Reno realized his pants were stained with his own release.