You got your reputation
Honey, I got mine
In any situation
We're the dangerous kind
They were daredevils. Dreamers. Mildly twisted individuals enjoying the thrill of living an existence spent walking the razor's edge. That was the only way to satiate the wild, indomitable spirits within. Wild, young, and free walking the fine line between the realms of life and death. Spontaneous and impulsive musings shaped the course of their lives, ideal candidates for a Turk and one who spent his life constantly on the run. Together they tasted the rush of adrenaline that reminded them life could be worth living. In every sunrise and sunset, every kiss, breath, touch, and word. In the rumble of the motorbike engine roaring beneath as they sped onto the tangles of highways stretching across Midgar.
Crimsoline silver whipped together in the wind, hearts synchronizing to beat as one. Reno's legs tightened around warm steel pressing himself closer to the smaller body in front dancing fingers over sinfully tight leather. Kadaj leaned into his lover's touch, whipping around a tight curve such that if Reno had wanted to without fear of losing his head he could have kissed the asphalt. Kadaj tipped his head back against Reno's shoulder as they disappeared underground, swallowing the redhead's mouth. Reno kissed back carelessly, no concern for his own life. Hands rested on Kadaj's thighs guiding the blinded Remnant in the desired direction. Kadaj fought the desire to buck into the Turk's warm hands, nudging him back and righting himself to drive once again.
Ahead of them bright lights flashed in warning but nothing was to halt the two lovers tonight. Throwing all caution to the wind they broke through the signs and braced themselves for the ultimate thrill. Up ahead a long section of highway had been decimated by a landslide. There was no telling exactly how long the break was, how far down the chasm may have been. Flashing each other eager smiles they knew it didn't matter. Nothing was going to stop them now. They were going to fly.
Gunning the engine for all it was worth Kadaj sped for the gap and pulled up off the ramp. Below them the ground disappeared and in the distance Reno could see the Shinra building, had he reached out perhaps he could touch it. Airborne. They were soaring. Flying across the chasm. Reno threw open his arms as if they were wings, the wind whipping off his shirt. The two lovers laughed in absolute ecstacy, defying earth, defying gravity, defying the very concept of logic itself. Flying, they were flying.
Holding tight to Kadaj they prepared for impact, savoring one more hungry kiss as if it could very well be their last. For all they knew it could have been but it didn't matter. They lived thier life to the fullest, savoring every moment they had with each other. It didn't matter if they fell to their deaths now. United they stood and united they would fall.
They cleared the gap and Kadaj held the bike fast, regaining the machine's stability and leaning forward throwing the bike sideways. Reno laughed again letting loose his ponytail to tease the ground. The Turk slumped against his Remnant as they skidded to a halt, panting for breath. His mind was slowly coming down off the adrenaline high more satisfying than any street drug he'd ever tried for the hell of it. Nothing could beat this, nothing. Defying death with Kadaj, his Kadaj, at his side was the greatest high he could ever get. The Remnant leader turned around and they embraced, showering each other in warm, wet kisses. The night was far from over, their eyes whispered, they had hours left of moonlight to burn.
As they soared home with the night and into the unspoken promises that lay within, they knew there was no other life for them. No other life quite like that of one lived along the razor's edge.