Final Fantasy VII, Turks/Rufus, we are family
(Mmkay, so this is lacking a little in the porn department, but my muses were being difficult, sorries.)
"Whatcha thinkin', Boss?"
"Nothing that concerns you, Reno."
The Turk grunted in resignation at the typical comeback. Of course he expected nothing less from the guy, always keeping things to himself. Secrets and lies. Creating distance. But then, he himself said nothing more as he reached his arms around Rufus' sitting form, scooping up the slightly-younger man, and setting him down on the bedcovers. As it was he would only let that distance spread so far, would only let slide so many lies - he was the one the blonde confided in after all, and thankfully Rufus had demonstrated many a time that he did trust his lover in the end. Really, that was the only one thing he'd decided he had to be certain of.
"You should go, Reno." Rufus considered that the current silence was somewhat less than comfortable, and that perhaps it would be more so should the red-head leave him be for a time. He could undress and slip between the sheets without aid, he was sure of it; never mind that he couldn't recall the last time he had done so without Reno's help. "I shall remain here to rest," he concluded with an air of finality.
Had there not been cloth shielding his eyes, he would have seen the concern and longing painting the red-head's features. None knew as well as he did how badly the Stigma was effecting the blonde, though the stubborn bastard would never let on about anything of the sort. Probably thought it would make him look weak... But regardless, Reno could see the weakness as clear as day, how the blonde's state grew progressively worse, his body often feverish and frail. Surely he was kidding himself if he thought the Turk was going to jump up and leave like that.
"Sorry, Boss," he started softly, "but I ain't leavin'. Got a little somethin' I gotta keep an eye on, y'know?"
Seemingly the red-head was going to be difficult about this. "Reno--"
"Kiss me, Ru'."
The blonde was thrown off by the sudden question, and it took a moment for him to compose a response; yet he noticed in that same moment how his lips had become vastly warm, humid breath floating down from above, and weight hovering over top of his body.
"You shouldn't touch me Reno."
"Ain't listenin', Boss. We're family, yo. That means we gotta share. You gotta share..."
Rufus' head jerked as the sound of an opening door met his ears, and one - two - three sets of feet accompanying the intrusion. He could only assume that it was his usual team of Turks, Reno's subsequent stillness suggesting as much. The stillness didn't last long however, even if he'd hoped it would, as Reno's lips pressed immediately down upon his own, ignorant of their audience. The kiss quickly turned insistent, and Rufus found himself unable to deny his want for it, having turned away all of the red-head's advances of late, avoiding unnecessary contact should the Stigma be harmful. He had no idea whether the black ooze that seeped from his wounds was directly contagious or not, but he would not chance that Reno might be harmed by it. And yet, here was Reno, pressed against him, kissing him with abandon, hands sliding carelessly beneath the cloths that covered his body.
Wait, Reno--
"What are you doing?"
The Turk huffed, letting a hand wander eagerly down between his Boss's legs. "Reminding you I'm here. And when I'm done, these guys'll be keen to do the same."
So, it was his favourite few Turks in the room. Perhaps they were all insane - but what could the blonde do? He was hardly in a state to be forcing them away. Not that he would want to exactly... wary though he might be, he realised he was desperate to be touched, the recent absence of it only increasing his desire as Reno carried on in his self-appointed task.
He groaned as the red-head pushed his clothing back, grasping hold of his naked flesh. "Reno, why... are they here, exactly?" The blonde could feel the other three Turk's eyes all intently upon him. And given his state of (un)dress, he was finding it quite the discomfiting feeling.
"Well, you know how I get after sex... how I just drop off to sleep at the drop of a hat? These guys are here to stop you doing a runner should that happen."