My first posted story on ^^. Although everything here has also been posted on DeviantArt, I was just itching to get an account here!

Written about Reno and Rude, who are probably just my favourite characters from FFVII. For maaaany reasons.

But it helps that Reno is just gorgeous, and dangerous, and mad. Heh.

Reviews are just GREAT, they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, and they really do help me to improve and write better stories next time!

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Your dark fngers brush my cheek gently, just under the swooping marks under my eyes.

The startling contrast between us seems to make my skin look transparent. Yeah, and you can see it too. Probably feel it as well - how papery-thin it is. And how much different those two little red lines are. I bet you, like everyone else, thought that I religiously painted them on before anyone else saw me. But now you can tell that it's not makeup, or paint, or even ink embedded under the skin with a needle. They are tattoos, of a sort. Slightly shiny red flesh, sliced out carefully and then left to heal. Oohhh. They hurt at first, of course they did. But now, I kinda like them. They make me stand out just that little bit more. And if you stand out enough at first, no one bothers to look any closer...

My thoughts are interrupted as you press your lips to the red marks - first one side, then the other, so soft and tender that if I hadn't seen you do it, I could have thought that I'd imagined it. But then, I could just be imagining all of this.

There could be no logical way that I could be here with such strong, thickly muscled arms tight around my scrawny frame. There was no way that your hands could be all over me, one of them anchored to my left cheek, the other one large and reassuringly warm on my lower back, pulling our bodies close together. The heat from your skin suddenly makes me realise that your shirt and jacket are gone - when did that happen? Oh well. I pull back slightly and steal a quick glance down between us. My crumpled white dress shirt makes a deep valley with your smooth, rippling torso, and gods, it's so beautiful. It feels beautiful too; skin so soft that it feels almost like satin encases abs of steel. An occasion line here and there, remnants from missions that we didn't quite manage to get out of unscathed.

'You're so fucking beautiful!'

You grin, probably at how awed and shocked I sound, and I realise that this is the first time I've ever seen you smile without your sunglasses on. It changes your face completely, making your dark eyes glitter. You start to lean down to me, lips parted so I can feel your hot breath cascading over my face, still smiling. I reach up, mouth slightly parted, ready to capture yours in a hungry kiss.

It is so passionate, so feverish, so consuming, that we are both panting heavily as we part to draw breath. My lungs now filled, I reattach myself to his delicious mouth, tracing his full bottom lip with my tongue, moaning slightly at how sweet he tastes. Lost in ravishing his mouth, I don't notice his hands tugging my shirt until I feel his index finger circling my nipple. I jerk away, struggle to pull the light material back down over myself, my frantic hands smoothing it down until they are gently prised away and held together in one of his huge paws.

He strokes my back gently, kisses my forehead. 'What are you hiding?'

I nod, just once. Sensing what I've allowed him to do, he undoes the buttons of my shirt with one hand, the other still holding my wrists tight. Then he pushes aside the white cotton to reveal my battered and scar-torn torso. I know that it is hideous, a mass of hatched lines that blaze red against my porcelain skin. I know that he knows that most of the marks aren't from fights or explosions. Sighing, he lets go of my hands, and they fall to my sides, the shirt around my shoulders falling off completely to land behind me on the floor. There is silence. And then, in a swift movement, my head is against the solid planes of his chest over his steadily thumping heart, I am enveloped in his arms, and I know deep down that this is his way of telling me that it's okay - that he doesn't think any less of me, that no one other than us will ever know. And then I am covered with dozens of light kisses - from the top of my head, along my jaw, trailing down my neck, onto my prominent collarbone where he licks and nips at the tender skin with his pearly teeth until I'm moaning quietly and my skin is starting to blossom with a purpley-blue stain under his mouth. He moves down, tracing each line that he comes across with his tongue, swirling around both my small pink nipples and my navel, the pale skin tingling and rising with goosebumps as his warm mouth moves away. As his hands fumble with my trousers, his breath lands hot on my taut lower stomach, and I reflect quickly that I can't remember ever being this aroused with any partner, male or female.

And now... Oh my god.