Final Fantasy VII, Turks/Rufus, we are family 2/2
"Bullshit Reno, how could I? I can barely--"
"Oi! That ain't the point, yo." The red-head leaned close, "Didn't I say we're family? They just wanna look after you. Indulge them a little, yeah?"
Rufus nodded slowly in comprehension as he settled more comfortably on the bed, allowing the cloth covering him to fall away and making no move to pull it close. He heard a choked gasp from the other side of the room as his diseased skin was bared; but he paid it no mind, turning to face Reno once more, focusing on him rather than the irritatingly voyeuristic eyes that looked on.
"Just think on me, eh? Forget they're even there," the comfortably familiar voice resonated against his ear. And Rufus deemed it a sound idea, leaning into Reno's passionate touches, and allowing his body to give in for the first time in what amounted to 'far too long'.