Title: Disrespect 1 of 3
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: RudexReno, Remnantcest, implied RufusxTseng
Rating: Nc-17 for bdsm, explicit sex, kink. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU LIKE! PLEASE HEED WARNING!
Summary: A Turk mission goes astray and Rude has secrets. Can Reno handle them? Does he have a choice?
Author's note: Padawan want….padawan gets!
"It's easy enough." Tseng handed them the papers. "Follow this client. Take some compromising photos, and Rufus' deal should be sealed within a week."
Reno threw a glance at the photo of an average looking guy in business suit and handed it over to Rude.
"Shouldn't be too hard. Anything in particular we need to know about him?"
"Just one thing." Tseng cleared his throat. "He frequents a place called Chains. Have you heard of it?"
"Oh, come on. There's hundreds of bars in Midgards, how could we possibly know this one…" Reno started, but Rude interrupted him.
"I know of it." He said in his quiet voice, looking straight at Tseng. "It shouldn't be a problem."
For a long second Tseng and Rude's eyes were locked, exchanging some kind of information that Reno didn't get.
"Hey!" He said a bit pissed. "I'm the second in command here. What the Hell is going on?"
"Look, Reno…Chains is a bdsm club. Have you ever been to one?" Rude asked, looking at his partner over the rim of his sunglasses.
"What? No, I haven't actually. Seems like a lot of trouble to go through just for sex, yo." He shrugged. "Although I guess it will make getting those photos a lot easier."
"Then I will trust this mission to Rude. No," Tseng raised his hand to stave of Reno's protest. "You are not getting demoted, Reno. But we don't have time to explain this to you, and Rude already knows the rules. Just do what he says, get in, get the photos and get out. And *don't* botch this mission!"
Reno's sulk died away pretty quickly; he wasn't one to hold a grudge anyway and this night promised to be interesting. Very interesting indeed, when he saw the clothes he was required to wear.
"You know, ShinRa never seizes to amaze me. Who the Hell knew we had this type of shit in the dress-department." He grinned as he held up something that seemed to consist of only leather straps and white pearls. "Can you imagine those tight-arsed bitches up at Purchase department ordering this?"
"Here, these will suit you." Rude took the whatever-the-hell-it-was from him and gave him a pair of red-lacquered boots, high enough to go to mid-thigh. "No, no pants under. Just a thong."
"Are you serious, man?" Reno protested, but leaned back against the wall to let Rude help him draw up the long zipper. The leather molded against his thigh, tight and oddly pleasant against naked skin. Along with Rude's faint touch sliding up his legs it was…very interesting.
"And this. Stand still." Another obscenely tight fitting piece of 'clothing'; a corset in red and black that fit snuggly around his chest, held in place by a dozen or more buckles all along the sides. Reno wasn't used to this kind of tight clothing; it wasn't restricting or anything, but it was…odd. The leather rubbed against his skin at the slightest move, reminding him faintly of the touch of Rude's gloves. He was acutely aware of the fact that his entire ass was showing and that the form-fitting boots as well as the down pointing ends of the corset led all attention there.
If he'd been the slightest inclined to blushing, he would have done so.
"Kinky bastards," he muttered to himself, pulling his hands all over his body. With all this tight leather, it already felt as if someone was touching him everywhere.
Rude chose a simpler garb; leather pants that fit snuggly over his strong legs and tight ass, heavy boots and his ever present black gloves. He exchanged the ordinary, simple nipple rings with red studs – red, Reno realized, to match his own colours – as well as the rings in his ears. Across his chest he hung some sort of bandoliers from which he hung several strange things he found in the boxes; handcuffs Reno recognized, but the rest he had no idea about.
And last Rude picked up a riding crop, long as his arm and with a leather strap at the end. It made a cracking sound in the air when he swung it and Reno flinched.
"I think we're ready."
They parked the non-descript car just a block away and hurried through the cold night air to the entrance. It was a small thing, just one bouncer and a neon sign saying 'Chains' above a small door leading down under a building. Reno had passed by dozens of such places in Midgard without thinking twice about it. He wondered what else he might have missed out on. Now that he was getting – somewhat – used to what he was wearing his heart rate was starting to speed up on delicious adrenaline. But Rude stopped him as they were approaching.
"Now what? I'm freezing my ass off."
"Reno…you must understand this. If we are to remain inconspicuous in there, we must follow the rules, alright? And you don't know the rules. So just do whatever I tell you to, no matter how strange it seems."
"Sure. Let's go…what the fucking Hell?!" He stopped dead in his tracks as Rude put something around his neck, and heard the snap. A fucking leash?!
"You will get away with more if you are my sub. Or at least it will give me a chance to correct you without it seeming odd." Rude gently removed his fingers as he tore at the leather band; there was a Gods-damned metal plate on it, like a damned dog collar! "Leave it. Walk behind me. Don't meet anyone's eye. And if you see the client, pull gently on the leach three times, but don't say anything. You alright?"
"Yeah." With an effort of will and gritting teeth Reno let go of the leash. "Let's just do this."
Rude leaned over and kissed him, hotly.
"Just behave and this will soon be over."
The fake membership cards Tseng had given them got them in right away, and at least it was warm down here as they walked down the stairs, deeper down. Reno didn't know what he'd expected; some sort of seedy basement perhaps, crude and obscene.
Well, it was obscene alright.
Reno almost dropped his jaw; the narrow stairway opened up unto an underground lounge, big enough to contain the hundreds of people milling around. There were music, pounding and seductive like heartbeats, strange light that made everything red or dark with shadows only to light up the huge room the next second, fancy tables and plush sofas and a well-stocked bar at the opposite end of the entrance.
A big podium, laid with shiny dark red marble rose above the crowd in chest height. It was empty, but there were strange things on it; poles with numerous metal hoops, a strange looking table with even more hoops and the name-sake chains on it. And rack up on rack of whips.
Feeling slightly nauseous in that his belly was fluttering nervously, Reno tore his eyes away from that.
Going down into the room meant descending a broad stair laid with thick velvet – and it also meant giving everyone in the lounge a chance to look at the newcomers. Reno couldn't help staring back. He'd been harboring some serious doubts about the way he was dressed, but compared to these people, he was almost over dressed.
Reno had never seen so much naked, decorated flesh before; leather and chains and studs and silk, pearls and gold chains and high heels, people of both sexes and in any combination walking in the leach or before it. And then there were the other 'decorations', that made Reno's mouth go dry and his heart speed up even more.
Love bites and suction marks he'd seen aplenty before. But what were these strange long red marks along backs and thighs and almost bare buttocks, the bruises around wrists and ankles? He threw a long glance at the riding crop Rude was carrying. These people actually used these things on one another? It made his belly jolt.
The room was alive with crackling erotic energy and pheromones and it was getting to him, in a pleasant but slightly disturbing way.
"Kinky bastards," he muttered to himself, but felt a tug on the leash that made him stumble. "Hey, stop that!"
"Don't stare." Rude frowned at him. "Since it's obvious this is your first time it's ok to look, but don't ogle people. "
"Don't treat me like some Gods-damned virgin, Rude!" Savagely, Reno pulled the leash with both hands, furious at being treated like some child. The odd situation was getting on his nerves, making him lash out. "I can fucking take whatever this is, yo!"
They had attracted a curious crowd by now, looking at the thrashing, untamed sub and his stoic dom; Rude's grip on the leash didn't give away no matter how much Reno pulled.
"Fine, then." Rude rumbled, and suddenly Reno was grabbed, forcefully and totally unexpected by his partner; he was twisted around, pushed down over a table with his ass up in the air and his arm twisted up on his back. Before he had even time to swear, the riding crop came down on exposed flesh. The sound of the crack made Reno shout out hoarsely, more by surprise than actual pain. A stinging slap across his buttocks, the leather at the end of the crop making it sound far worse than it was as it snapped through the air. Shock and a sudden feeling of utter helplessness made Reno go limp; he was shaking with anger and shock and all the other emotions coursing through him. A second stinging slap and this time he managed to keep quiet. He was pulled up and turned around again, Rude leaning in over him, suddenly huge and dangerous in a way he'd never been before. His knee was pushing in between Reno's legs, spreading them, massaging his groin and Reno was even more shocked to realize how he was reacting to this utter domination.
"There's more rules here than at a formal dinner," Rude muttered in his ear, too close for anyone to hear, the hot air making Reno almost whimper. His ass was stinging, he was trapped between Rude and the table and he realized he was grabbing on to Rude's waist for some sort of stability in a world that had suddenly been turned upside down. He felt frightened. He felt angry. He felt Gods-damned aroused. "I don't have time to explain them all to you. Just promise to do as I say and we won't have to do this again."
"I…will try." His pride didn't allow for more concession than that.
"Good. Don't worry." Tender fingers dried away something on his cheek; Reno hadn't noticed the tear. "I'm here. I'll take care of you. Just trust me."
Reno nodded and took a steadying breath, letting go off his grip.
"I trust you, partner." He attempted a smile.
"But you have been a very misbehaving sub," now Rude was talking loud enough to be heard to the crowd that slowly had started to break up now the show was over. "So I will make sure there's no more of that." He unhitched the handcuffs hanging by his belt and pushed Reno's hands behind his back; Reno's squirming was hidden behind Rude's bulk.
Reno knew his face must match his hair when Rude stepped away from him and got him to his feet with a light pull on the leash; it wasn't that he hadn't played with handcuffs in bed before, but not like *this*, not in full public display, not when wearing a corset and having his ass striped and now he couldn't even hide his Gods-damned erection that the thin silky thong was having trouble containing. His legs felt weak as he stumbled after Rude, trying to ignore the appreciative glances thrown his way. He just wished they could go somewhere private and take care of his damned hard-on and then maybe he could get his thoughts straightened out again.
The stripes on his ass burned like fire. Not painful, but…something else. He didn't want to think about that.
Rude led them to an empty table and sat down on the plush sofa, but before Reno had a chance to do the same a heavy hand on his shoulder made him kneel on the floor instead, in between Rude's knees. It was, Reno realized, a kind of shielded position; no one could see his face and he was sheltered from the view, given a chance to recover. But it also meant he was only inches from Rude's groin and the very heat and musky scent did nothing to lessen his arousal.
"Look, Rude, I…I just need to go to the bathroom, yo. I'll be right back."
Rude glanced down at him and shook his head.
"Somehow I don't think you need to take a piss, partner." He almost smiled.
Reno felt his face flush again and tried to turn away, but Rude grabbed his chin.
"You shouldn't be talking unless someone talks to you first, you know. I said I will take care of you and I will." Rude nodded at a waitress and soon a glass of beer stood on the table. Reno licked his lips. "You're thirsty?"
Reno nodded. He was sweating, and his mouth felt like sandpaper. With his hands behind his back, Rude had to hold the glass and Reno gratefully gulped down the golden beer. The music started to tone out and instead of being replaces with a new song it died away. Several spotlights flared up, aimed at the empty podium and Rude smiled again.
"A show. I think you should see this, partner." He lifted up Reno, putting the red-head on his knees so he was facing the scene. A fervent silence fell over the lounge and Reno's heart was beating so fast. The leather of Rude's pants where cool against his ass.