Written for Nijuuni, because I love her dearly and she's gotten me completely obsessed with this pairing. There will be more to come, trust me.

Redheads (c) Square

Give them to me, and I just turn everything dirty. :3

The Games We Play

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Redheads are born schemers. It's a scientific fact.

And God help the poor bastard that's on the receiving end.

Reno was a master when it came to think of new ways to entertain himself that involved either the humiliation or outright angering of another; it was also why his primary target was another scheming redhead.

Axel was his roommate, and most amusing when he was irritated. Even more wildly entertaining when he was being artfully denied an orgasm.

They had no active relationship to speak of, nor did they really consider themselves lovers; really, it was mostly a lot of fooling around, an occasional blowjob, and an even more sporadic fuck. An arrangement of convenience, if you will.

Today, Reno was horny and feeling particularly mischievous. And the younger redhead just happened to be sprawled out on the couch, immersed in a video game. Completely oblivious, lost in his own little world—who could ask for a better setup?

He leaned against the doorframe in the living room, observing the other expel entirely too much effort on whatever boss he was fighting; it was kind of cute, the way he swore so colorfully when the enemy blocked his attacks and countered with a heavy blow that depleted half of his HP. He laughed softly to himself when the battle ended abruptly with a flash of the screen and a floating dead body—Axel growled and swore some more, flicking his gaze to the figure in the doorway before accepting the option to continue.

"It's not funny, asshole."

"Christ, are you kidding? That was the most amusing thing I've ever seen in my life." Reno ran a hand through his shaggy hair and moved languidly behind the couch, leaning down over the other. A grin broke out across his face as he tugged at a spike of crimson hair. "You suck at gaming, yo."

"I do not. Go away, you're distracting me." Axel stared intently at the screen, his character dodging this way and that as his fingers moved quickly over the buttons. Reno leaned over the back of the couch, reaching for the cord connected to the controller and yanking it free of the console; the screen froze, and a very polite message appeared asking to please plug it back in. Axel screeched defiantly and made a move to snatch it back, only to freeze just as the TV screen had when the other grabbed his wrists and began winding the cord around them with the utmost care.

" .. the fuck are you doing?"

Reno smirked. "We're gonna play a different game. One that'll be fun for both of us." He then proceeded to wrap what was left of the cord, which included the end connected to the controller itself, tightly around the leg of the surprisingly sturdy end table that sat at the corner of the couch. He gave an experimental tug, satisfied with his work, and turned to admire the lithe body now stretched out beautifully before him.

The younger's arms strained against their binds as well as they could being held above his head in that awkward position; Axel craned his neck and narrowed his green eyes into slits. "You're fucked in the head, you know."

The other gave a tiny, knowing smile. "Sure, sure. All the better for coming up with new ways to make you scream my name."

Axel rolled his eyes. "Fuck you and your inflated ego." He clicked his teeth and bit lightly at the edge of his lip, eyes glittering. "I'm not going to make this easy for you, since you saw fit to interrupt my game. I'm not so sure I should even cooperate."

Reno came around the edge of the couch, leaning low over the table and sneering. He braced his arms on either side of the other's, the top of his tongue darting out teasingly over a full bottom lip. "M'not gonna give you a chance, yo."

"Shut up with that--" The younger redhead was silenced by the pressure of the other's mouth, the seductive curl of a tongue against his teeth. He nipped sharply, grinning as the other pulled back in surprise.

"Told you."

Reno smirked, standing straight and moving to the front of the couch. Hooking slender fingers under the bend of a knee, he spread those long legs, going down on his own between them and hovering just above the other's mouth. His smirk stretched to a feral grin as his teeth scraped roughly over the edge of his jaw. "That mouth's gonna get you in trouble, Ax. Watch it."

Axel rolled his eyes, turning his head away from the other. "Yeah, yeah. You always say that."

"Don't you think it's time you started listenin'?"

Fingers dug into bony hips as teeth abused yielding flesh, a soft growl breaking the silence as the younger redhead squirmed beneath the man above him. Reno slipped his hands beneath the other's shirt, blunt nails scratching across his stomach; his tongue dipped into the hollow of his throat, and Axel breathed a tiny moan that he quickly attempted to pass of as a simple cough.

"If you have a point to make, get the fuck on with it—dunno how many times I've told you that I'm not here for your amusement." He looked up into that pale aquamarine gaze with the most painfully bored expression he could muster, unable to keep the corner of his lip from curling up into a half-smirk.

"But, I guess if you're going to amuse yourself, you might as well make it worth my while. While you're at it, y'know."

Reno chuckled softly to himself, leaning in close and closing his mouth over the other's in a deep, probing kiss; while his tongue traced swirling patterns his fingers crept up over the delicate protrusions of almost-fragile ribs, nails scraping over the hardened buds of his nipples before pinching hard.

Axel gasped into the other's mouth, spine arching in sweet torture as the man above him bit down on his bottom lip, sharply enough to draw the smallest drop of crimson to the surface. He writhed, unable to keep his hips from grinding deftly against the body set firmly between his thighs.

The older gave a hollow laugh, licking the blood from his lips. "Told you that mouth would get you in trouble. That good enough for ya?" The body beneath him gave a small shudder, shoulders flexing as he tested the cord around his wrists. Reno leaned in, taking in the breathless moan that fell from the other's mouth as his hands slid up from his chest, fingers curling lightly around the base of his throat.

"I asked you a question, yo."

Axel groaned, unconsciously pressing closer, increasing the pressure against his windpipe. "Good enough, sure." He rolled his hips upward, bringing his mouth as close to the other's as his bonds would allow. "But I bet you can make it better."

Reno growled, his grip tightening infinitesimally before letting go completely and sitting back on his heels. He regarded the younger with a faintly perplexed expression, brows knitting together over eyes the color of the sea; he gave a short laugh and shook his head, smoothing his hands down the inside of the other's thighs.

"Think you deserve better than being tied up like a two-bit whore? I'll give you what I think you've earned."

He bent low over bony hips, fingers curling into the loose fabric of faded jeans. Pressing tiny kisses beneath his navel, he flipped the button open with a thumb and slid the tab of the zipper slowly down; the hard length of Axel's cock strained against his boxers, and Reno smirked. "Looks like that's exactly what you are. I've barely even touched you, and you're already hard for me."

"Fuck your mother," came the other's strangled reply, gritting his teeth against the sudden pressure of a fist wrapped tightly around him. His breath hitched as that hand began to stroke him slowly, almost painfully so—he fought to keep still, licking his lips and tasting traces of his own blood, dark and metallic.

The older peered up at him through the fringe of his fiery hair, twisted grin curving his mouth as a wolf's would when offering the lamb shelter from the cold. Deceptive and trusting, inviting; Come into my den, I'll protect you. And feast upon that warm, supple body until I've had my fill.

"Harsh words," he murmured softly, free hand tugging both jeans and boxers from the other's hips as slowly as he stroked his cock. Eyes glittering, he pulled away and stood when the moment called for the complete removal of unwanted clothing, leaving the younger redhead bare from the waist down, t-shirt bunched beneath his armpits. Axel's emerald eyes narrowed into thin slits, though his parted lips, rasping breath and the thick length of his cock resting flat against his stomach betrayed him completely.

Reno purred approvingly, kneeling once again between pale thighs and raking blunt nails over cool skin. He bent low, pressing tiny kisses at the bend of a knee, moving slowly upward until his eyes met the gentle rise of a hip bone. His breath was warm, moist as it fanned out over the younger's length, raising chill bumps over his lower abdomen. Axel groaned as that hot mouth teased him, tongue passing over the head as lips closed around him; the older slid a hand up the other's chest blindly, pressing fingertips to a tightly closed mouth.

"Suck."

The younger gasped, lips parting to admit those wayward digits as Reno gave a particularly mind-bending suck to his length; he mimicked the other's actions, tongue curling seductively as he sought to take them deeper. He gave a tiny whimper as they withdrew, only to moan openly, shamelessly as they pressed against his entrance.

"Christ, Reno," he all but panted, hips bucking involuntarily as they entered him, hot and slick, with aching slowness.

"Mm?" The older hummed around his cock, pushing his fingers even deeper. Axel nearly whimpered, the combination of that hot mouth devouring him, the seductive glide of practiced digits pressing sinfully hard against that bundle of nerves deep within—it was almost too much.

"Reno, I--" The younger gave a strangled groan, straining against the binds as his cock nudged the back of the other's throat, teeth scraping lightly over the shaft and he writhed. He rolled his hips upward, back arching painfully.

"Fuck me."

Reno raised his head, arrogant smirk stretching across his mouth as he raked the fingernails of his free hand sharply down the inside of the other's thigh, probing even deeper, manipulating the very spot that made the younger redhead keen a high, wanton note in the back of his throat. "Thought you weren't gonna make this easy for me."

Axel squirmed beneath the pressure on his prostate, staring down the length of his body, the sight of the other between his legs almost enough to make him come on the spot. He curled his lip, green eyes glittering.

"Got you to suck my cock, didn't I? That was easy enough."

"You little--" The older growled a warning, withdrawing from that intense heat and rising onto his hands and knees; he surged forward, one hand tangling in the mass of spikes at the base of the other's neck, the other wrapping tightly around his throat. "You little shit, don't think you can manipulate me." He sneered, biting sharply enough at the corner of his jaw to leave an angry mark. His tongue darted out over the spot almost soothingly before his teeth claimed him again.

"I pull your strings, remember. Hard enough to make you scream."

Reno withdrew his hands from the younger's throat, reaching instead for the button on his jeans and flipping it open. He pulled his cock from his boxers, stroking almost obscenely as he rolled his hips against the body beneath him.

Axel gave a small, breathy moan and arched to meet that forward motion, tilting his head back and exposing the sleek line of his throat even more. The older stilled himself, letting his cock rest teasingly against the other's inner thigh, reaching into his pocket for the tiny bottle of lube he'd prepared for precisely this occasion.

He slicked his length, aquamarine stare burning into that of the younger's, hooking a hand beneath the bend of a knee and draping his leg over his shoulder as he leaned forward. The head of his cock nudged against his entrance and he pushed in with no hesitation; the other bucked violently, lifting himself completely off the couch in a way that drew his body tight as a bowstring. Reno groaned in spite of himself, biting the corner of his lip hard enough to draw blood. He bent low over the other, pressing a tiny kiss to the base of his throat and tainting cream with crimson, the ultimate sin of corruption.

He withdrew slowly, reveling in the tight heat before thrusting inward again, harder than before. Axel rolled his hips to meet him, cheeks flushing a deep rose that highlighted his skin beautifully.

The older reached between them and took the other's neglected cock in his hand, stroking with an agonizing rhythm that matched the languid motion of his hips almost perfectly. "You're beautiful like this," he murmured softly, mouth moving over his jaw, lips framing his in a ghost of a kiss. "Spread beneath me, bound like this. You should see yourself."

Axel groaned into the other's mouth, body beginning to tremble at the continued assault—his cock ached, his thigh muscles tensing involuntarily as he spread his legs further. The older's length sank even deeper as a result, and that tight bundle of nerves throbbed; it was hard to breathe, hard to think--

"Stop running your mouth and put it to better use … yo."

Reno growled, hips grinding deftly as his hand pumped faster. He leaned back, biting sharply at the unmarked skin of the younger's inner thigh. He could feel it building, he just needed to hear it …

"Never complained about my mouth before," he drawled. His thrusts deepened, becoming long and slow as he worked the other's cock. He grinned ferally against his thigh. "Not when I'm sucking your cock, or making you bleed ..."

The younger bucked beneath him; upward into his lazy stroking, then down to meet every inward motion. "You fucking talk too much. Harder!"

"Oh now you're the one giving orders." Reno angled his hips, sinking even deeper and drawing a strangled moan from the other. His teeth drew blood and he smoothed his tongue over the wound, all but purring. "Scream for me."

"Fuckin'—Ah!"

It wasn't a scream, so much as the complete submission of the body beneath him. A symphony of release, defeat, and the utmost disregard for simple morality.

Axel shuddered as he came, fingernails digging into his palms as the older redhead rode him still harder.

Reno surged forward, burying himself completely in that seductive heat as he claimed that abused mouth in a smoldering kiss, going rigid as his own orgasm washed over him with the force of a tidal wave.

Drowning, drowning .. you're the air I need.
Breathe into me, and I begin to feel--

"Fuckin' hell."

He lay prone against the other's chest, hair sticking to the side of his face in an unbecoming, matted mess. Axel sighed beneath him, a tiny admission of satisfaction. The older raised his head and managed a weak smirk, withdrawing and wiping his hand on his come-stained shirt. "You make one hell of a mess, Ax. Christ."

The younger redhead curled his lip and gave a one-shouldered shrug. "S'what you get for fucking up my game, I guess." He paused at the other's deadpan stare, and laughed.

"But .. I guess it was worth it."

"You guess?"

Reno shook his head and sat back on his heels, buttoning his pants as his gaze narrowed. "A'right. Good luck untying yourself, then. I'm going to make a sandwich."

He rose from the couch and disappeared from the other's line of vision, laughing softly to himself when he heard the indignant shriek from the living room.

"Not funny, asshole! Fucking untie me!"

He peeked his head out from the kitchen, a slice of bread in each hand. "Sorry, yo. This game ain't over until you ask nicely."

"Fuck you. Get in here."

"Whoops, wrong answer. Better luck next time." He turned on his heel and returned to the task at hand—making the most enormous club sandwich in the history of club sandwiches.

"Reno! Goddammit!"

Game over.