Title: We Were Lovers
Pairing: RudexReno
Rating: M for sex and disturbing images
Disclaimer: i do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of their characters, all i do is screw with their lives.
There are some things in life that cannot be understood unless they have been experienced. Like the adrenaline rush during a life threatening situation, or the excitement turned to horror of your first murder. The things you have nightmares about, the memories that haunt you forever. One can only find comfort in the cold embrace of another with blood on his hands. Fortunately, I found a warm embrace, tender lips, and a comfortable bed. I had Rude.
The scent of organic rich coffee filled my nose and began the daunting task of waking up my muddled mind. I hate mornings with an undying passion, but the smell of coffee threatened to make this a good one, even if it is five in the morning. I pulled the soft downy blanket over my head in an attempt to avoid the inevitable, but alas my partner in life and work came to wake me up. I heard him approach, yet I still pretended to be asleep. He sat on the bed and began to rub my back. Damn, how I love these back rubs.
" Reno, we gotta get ready for work."
"Hmph," I replied.
"C'mon, we get to escort the President to a high risk speech in Junon. You even get to fly the chopper."
I wasn't going to fall for his enticing words; I knew it was going to be a boring day. Rude just sighed.
"All right, Reno, have it your way."
Rude pulled his hand away and I snuggled further into the pillow. Then I felt his hot breath brush my neck as he kissed a particularly sensitive nerve.
"Let's have a quickie," he whispered huskily causing goose bumps to cover my body. It looked like it would be a good morning.
He pulled off the covers to reveal my naked legs and his oversized shirt covering the rest of my body. I rolled over to face Rude and his lips covered mine instantly. He tasted like the powdered donuts he obviously stole from my junk food cabinet, but I'd get him for that later. I was a little occupied right now. I appreciated Rude's eagerness considering that I probably tasted like last night's beer and I hadn't showered from our late night activities. It didn't seem to bother him one bit.
I heard him squeeze lube on his fingers before the pleasurable feeling of two fingers pushing into my body caused me to buck my hips.
"Ngh, ah, Rude! M-more!"
He purposely stroked my prostrate causing my entire body to shake in anticipation. He lifted both of my legs and placed them on his broad shoulders, then proceeded to shove his impossibly large cock into my ass. As soon as he was hilt deep I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. I felt so full, so right and I had the hardest time remembering how to breathe. I looked up and noticed that Rude's gorgeous eyes weren't hidden behind dark glass this time and his gaze made me feel wanted. At that moment, breathing was no longer important; getting him to move was!
"M-move, dammit!"
He began to thrust and, oh good Shiva! Lights danced across my vision and I helplessly heard myself screaming and moaning with pleasure. The only sounds Rude was making were his harsh breathing and our flesh smacking. He never made much noise, but I vaguely recalled him saying that my being noisy turned him on.
He continued to mercilessly thrust, hitting the right spot every time, and too soon I screamed his name and reached my climax. A few minutes later my mind reconnected and I was aware that Rude had already begun to clean up. I sat up gingerly and stared long and hard at him; he never faltered.
"Good morning, donut thief," I greeted.
"You got ten minutes to get ready or I'm leaving your ass behind."
"Shit!"
Fifteen minutes later, Rude was driving us to the illustrious Shinra Tower. I was in the back seat sipping my now cold tea and dabbing my still dripping hair with a towel.
"Why don't you switch to drinking tea, Rude? You're, like, a health freak, yo, an' tea is supposed to be healthier, so what gives?"
He glanced back at me through the rearview mirror.
"I like the taste of coffee. Besides, its smell is the only way to wake your sorry ass up each morning. I should ask why you don't drink coffee if it's so 'unhealthy'?"
I said nothing; instead, I set my empty cup down and began to comb the tangles out of my hair with my wide toothed comb. Rude took the hint and remained quiet. I looked at my hair in the mirror when I was done and sighed.
"Rude, I need some more peroxide and hair color."
"Already?!"
"Yo, how long have you known me?"
"Damn, you go through hair dye like you go through chicken wings."
"It's all for beauty, baby."
Rude just shook his head. He'd already suggested toning down the intensity of the red in my hair to save money, but after so many years of my favorite color, he knew I would never submit and change it.
We arrived at the tower on time; Rude went to get the Boss and I went to prepare my precious baby. I checked over the helicopter for any sabotages; once I was satisfied and turned on the ignition, I cranked up the radio and just chilled. I had left one of my CD's in the player and I enjoyed soaking in the rough music. Rude approached with the Boss and smacked my forehead as he hopped in.
"Are we all ready to party, yo?"
Rufus rolled his eyes and Rude nodded.
"Well, hold on to your panties, girls, we have take off!"
I pulled down my goggles (purely out of habit), and proceeded to take my chopper straight up and into the cold dark sky. The stars twinkled happily amidst the dark blue of the early morning sky, and I continued to head bang to my CD. I watched Rufus go through reports meticulously while Rude imitated a statue. I looked at the mirror and blew him a kiss. He didn't budge. I winked and stuck my tongue out. Nothing. I mouthed dirty words to him. Maybe he blinked? I was about to put my pouty "give me sex" face, but Rufus interrupted.
" Reno, would you concentrate on your flying. You're annoying me."
"Sorry, Boss, I was just tryin' to keep Rude awake."
"Sure you were."
I gave Rude one last wink before turning my attention to the color-changing sky. I felt at peace. You know what? I was freakin' lucky. I was living happily with my boyfriend who happened to be the best partner a Turk could hope for, I got a great pay, I enjoyed my job, and I was able to fly my pretty little beauty. My hands instinctively guided her to our destination as my eyes took in the sight of the rising sun. The orange glow reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago.
Wow, that was strange. I haven't thought about him in a fucking long time, which is actually quite sad. He was always in my heart, but I guess that it hurt too much to think about him all the time; the man with the gold Phoenix tattooed on his back.
"Shit! Reno, watch the hell where you're landing!"
I jerked my attention back to landing my chopper.
"Fuck, Rude, don't scare me like that! I thought something was wrong."
"Landing without looking where you're landing IS something wrong!"
"No it's not; I do it all the fucking time!"
"Enough!" Rufus looked at us both. "Let's be professional, children, shall we?" "Yes, Boss," me and Rude replied.
Rude went out first and made sure everything was clear while I turned off the chopper and got all readied up.
"It's clear, Reno."
"Okie dokie! Let's go, Boss!"
I surveyed the area as a walked beside the President and Rude stepped in on his other side. We escorted him into his Junon office where he had another boring meeting about the economy and other shit like that. I tried to stifle my yawns, but most of them got through anyway.
Next, we escorted Rufus to the harbor where he was to speak at a convention for environmentally friendly people. He was going to talk about the dangers of using the Mako reactors and instead offering the cleaner energy of hydroelectricity and other stuff. Crap, I just hoped I wouldn't fall asleep this time. This was the meeting we had to be careful with. Some fanatics were pissed off that the head of Shinra, who actually used the Mako reactors, was going to be speaking today and we were just making sure that they didn't do anything regrettable to him.
Everything went quite smoothly, so I decided to let my attention relax for a few minutes. I scanned the crowd lazily while Rufus made his perfect little speech and my mind went back to thinking. I wondered if Rude ever thought about him. I'd have to ask him a little later. My unusually sharp eyes picked up the glint of metal purely by accident. In a tall building several blocks away, I saw the glint of a gun, and I ran on instinct. I sprinted towards Rufus in the middle of his speech and actually tackled him to the floor behind the podium. At that exact moment, I heard the bullet hit the wooden "No fishing" sign right behind where Rufus was standing.
People started screaming and all of the security began to quickly take care of the situation. The important people were quickly taken to a safe place while the other people were escorted out of the harbor. I guarded Rufus carefully as I told Rude what I saw over our headpiece.
"Hey, partner, I'm takin' the Boss back to the chopper, we're gonna leave soon. Let the police know about the shooter in that tall building!"
"Which tall building?"
"The big brown one!"
" Reno, they're all fucking big brown ones! Be specific!"
I paused, keeping my body between the building and Rufus. I spotted the name of the building painted sloppily across the top: Junon Harbor Business Center.
"It's the Junon Harbor Business Cent-"
Another shot rang out and I stumbled backward. I looked down and saw the beautiful red spreading across my shirt. That mother fucker shot me! And with a high powered distant rifle nonetheless! I heard Rude scream my name, but I waved him back. I knew my job, and I'll be damned if I couldn't fulfill it.
"Take care of the assassin, Rude," I yelled over the headpiece.
"B-but, Ren-"
"Just do it!"
At the same time I was taking a stunned Rufus to our chopper in the distance. He was staring at the blood soaking my shirt and suit jacket, and I couldn't really blame him; it looked pretty bad, but I couldn't bring myself to care just yet. The Boss's safety was all I was concerned with right now. That and the fact that I couldn't really breathe right at the moment.
By the time we made it to the chopper, I was feeling kind of funny. You know, like you just can't seem to get the air into your body and your head is spinning. I just realized that I was lying on the cement of the launch pad; I must have fallen. Rufus was standing over me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Get in the fucking c-chopper," I sputtered. Oh shit, blood was coming out of my mouth. For some reason, I wasn't really scared. I knew that this might be it for me, that I might die right here and now. It was funny how the only thing I regretted was being such a jackass to Rude all the time. Maybe I should have been nicer.
As Rufus began to fade out of my vision, he was replaced with that golden Phoenix. Did he feel the same way when he died? I reached out to touch that beautiful back once more.
"Kyran Vanslow," I whispered. Everything went black.
/// Awareness flooded my senses, overwhelming me for a few seconds. I heard people bustling, calling out for anesthetics and other medicines, machines were running and keeping people alive, and I could smell the sterile rooms. My eyes opened and I was nearly blinded with the glaring lights in the white room.
"Ah, shit, I hate hospitals," I cursed. I've been in them too many times to be surprised with where I was.
"Good evening, strawberry."
I winced at that horrid nickname that Rude only used on special occasions.
"Did I die and go to hell?" I inquired.
I looked over and saw Rude sitting next to me. A small smile formed on his perfect, plump lips.
"You still got a report to write, so Rufus threatened Odin and had him send you back up here."
I chuckled.
"That's actually quite believable, ya know."
"How are you feeling?"
I looked down and saw the bandaging across my chest, and sighed. Ok, that hurt.
"I'm just feeling a little sore, but overall I'm fine. How bad was it?"
"Well, you lost a lot of blood before we could get you here, but their biggest concern was all the blood you got in your lungs. The bullet penetrated your right lung and hit an artery. You were drowning in your own blood, but of course, your luck saved you and here you are."
"Hey, that's not too bad. Are you ready to go home?" Rude raised an eyebrow. "C'mon! You know that I don't like hospitals, besides, I'm feeling pretty good! Oh, and is the Boss all right?"
Rude nodded his head. "Yeah, the President is doing fine, although he's still in a little bit of a shock. He'll be ok." He gave me a hard long look, before finally drooping his head in defeat. "Fine, let's go home."
"Yeah, baby! And let's get some Wutaiese tonight!"
Rude helped me sneak out of the hospital and he humored me and ordered Wutaiese take-out. We sat on our bed naked under the sheets, eating our chicken fried rice and cashew chicken. The only light illuminating the room was the small lamp on the bedside table. I poured the last bit of my cashew chicken on Rude's stomach and I made sure not to waste any bit of it. There was no better flavor than Rude. Once I finished licking his stomach clean, I leaned onto my back, to take the stress off of my painful chest.
"Hey, Rude."
"Uh huh," he answered with a mouthful of rice.
"Do you think of Kyran often?"
"Kyran Vanslow?"
"Yeah."
He looked thoughtful. "I do think of him, but I try not to think about him too long. There are too many sad memories surrounding him, and I would rather think about my happiness now."
"But, baby, there were so many happy times with him too."
He looked at me straight in the eye (at least I think he did; stupid sunglasses) and I felt my stomach flutter.
" Reno, those times just don't compare to what we have now. Not by a long shot."
"Awwww, how shweet!" I overdramatically hugged him and pretended to cry like a virgin girl getting her prince charming.
He smacked my ass softly before he set down his rice and gave me a tender kiss. I kissed him back with as much passion as I could. Rude was so right; our times back then were nothing compared to what we had now. And I could almost thank any god for my happy life. Rude started to rub my thighs firmly, but stopped himself.
"Rude, I can take it," I whispered between kisses. "Besides, you know how horny I get after missions."
"Just don't cry to me in the morning."
"Deal."
Food forgotten, Rude and I began to pleasure ourselves with each others body. Our touches were sensual and loving, and we lasted well into the night. I ignored all pain from the bullet wound instead focusing on the pleasure Rude offered to me. I just loved the feel of him in me, caressing my soul almost. I know I'm way underweight and my body shouldn't have been able to handle his, but it somehow did. He felt perfect in me, and there is nothing better in the whole damn world.
"Ah, ungh, Rude, baby! J-just a little m-more!"
He nodded with his sun glasses nearly sliding right off of his face because of the sweat. I grabbed the glassesand threw them across the room. I wanted to seehis goddamn beautiful eyes! I loved them! I loved him! I threw my head back as my orgasm hit and screamed in ecstasy.
"Rude, I love you!"
He grunted as he thrust once more and released deep inside of me. He smoothed back my sweat soaked hair and kissed my forehead.
"I love you too," he whispered. "Sleep well tonight, and I'll buy your hair stuff tomorrow."
"Thanks."
We held on to each other side by side and he continued to stroke my hair (gods I loved that!) until I finally drifted into the world of dreams.
/// Ugh, was it morning already? Didn't I already mention that I hate mornings. I didn't smell any coffee, so maybe I didn't have to get up today. The light from the window danced on my eyelids, but I didn't open them. I was not going to get up, and nothing Rude could say would change my mind. Unless, of course, he offered another quickie. I smiled to myself, but Rude never came to wake me up. That bastard probably already went to work and left me to find my own ride. Maybe I'd take my bike; haven't used that in a while.
I continued to laze in bed, but I started to feel a little sick. I felt sticky and still kind of wet. Damn, you would think everything would have dried by now. I felt a drop of something cold and wet fall on my face jerking me into consciousness. What the hell? I opened my eyes and stared at the bed sheets for a minute. I thought that I was seeing large red flower prints all over the sheets; then I realized that the bed was soaked with blood.
"Shit!"
I sat up with my heart pounding when my head hit something soft and wet. I froze and looked up slowly and my heart stopped. This wasn't right, I'm still dreaming, GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING DREAM! I stared open mouthed at Rude's limp body hanging from the ceiling by the tie I got him for his birthday this year. His body was covered in blood and I could see lacerations everywhere. Even his boxers were covered in blood.
"T-this isn't f-funny, yo," I choked. "Wh-what the hell is g-goin' on?"
His body swung slightly from my hitting his foot. I reached out and lightly touched his leg. It was cold and sticky, and I could see the blood slowly dripping off of it. I touched my face with a sickening realization; I was covered in his blood. I looked at my body and saw all of his precious blood painting my body, mocking me.
"No, no, this isn't real, this is not fucking real!"
I slowly slid off of the bed and walked around to see his face. I needed to see if this imposter really looked like Rude. I stood in front of the corpse and I could feel all of my blood draining from my face. Those gorgeous eyes were open; his nose had slight indentions from overusing sunglasses. Those perfect ears had so many fucking piercings; no fucking way! I stood on the edge of the bed and pulled down this body that looked so much like Rude, but there was no way it was him. Just no way. We had made love last night after eating some great Chinese food. He said he loved me. He was going to buy all my hair stuff today and we were going to go to work for Rufus Shinra. We were going to clean this mess up, take this imposter away, and go back to living our lives like we were.
I felt that familiar weight on me as the body rested on the bed with my lap as a pillow. I tried to deny that it felt so familiar. I stroked the bald head gently trying to deny this entire thing.
I waited. I really did, but it seemed that every fucking second that passed was telling me that this wasn't a dream. I felt the hot tears coming down my cheeks, but I tried to ignore them telling myself over and over that this would all be fixed up soon. Rude would know what to do with this imposter; he always knew what to do. Before I realized it, I was sobbing hysterically fighting a losing battle to keep my composure. I noticed the small tattoo that was right below the pant line. I read it slowly, trying to believe it wasn't so. In flowing script " Reno" was tattooed on the man's flesh. I looked down at my own tattoo. The one that said "Rude".
It was then that I broke. This mockery of the man I love and care forwas the man I love and care for. This was Rude.
My mind shattered.
i just couldn't get this story out of my mind, so here it is. all glorious angst! please review and let me know what you think!
Reno: "You killed Rude?!"
Rude: "You killed me?!"
shadowdancer666: "Uh, well, you're my muses. you tell me what to write." /sweatdrop/
Reno: "I said 'Rude needs to be chilled!' Like all Zen and shit! Not killed!"
shadowdancer666: 0.0 "Oh, shit..."