2 - Bombs
Reno was fascinated by destruction. He reveled in every facet of explosions, from the smell of burning debris, to the sounds of crumbling buildings, and to the conflagrant image unique to each particular bombing. Every separate sight of havoc was ingrained in Reno's mind, and he could close his eyes and distinctly remember the intensity of each.
He was captivated by the experiences the explosions gave him; his cerulean eyes would widen, his pulse would race rapidly, and his hands would tremble with excitement as an almost maniacal smile presented itself on his face. The pure rush Reno felt while watching a detonation was not comparable to anything else, and he was often left in a post-bombing daze with sparkling eyes reflecting utter giddiness.
Being a Turk, he had the knowledge to construct the weapons that gave him such stimulation, but he often lacked the concentration it would take to assemble a truly spectacular explosive. Reno did not wish to settle for a mediocre fulmination, so he left the art of bomb building in the carefully calculating hands of his partner.
Rude's creations were the epitome of sensational explosives. He carefully fabricated the bombs for days with amazingly steady, precise hands; it was hard to believe that the same hands were also used to kill men with skillful brutality. Rude was obsessive about creating the ideal explosives for both his own satisfaction, as well as for Reno's. Each minute detail was contrived with the redhead's beguilement in mind, and he was driven to produce perfect bombs to see the expression on Reno's face as he indulged in the experience.
Rude had created especially riveting explosives during the Turks' pursuit of Sephiroth's remnants, and he was eager with anticipation to try them out. Rude was practically ecstatic when an opportunity arose, and he handed a bomb to Reno who delicately held it with ravenous eyes.
Excitedly, Reno looked to Rude, and it was affirmed that the bomb would be a splendid panoply. The red-haired Turk could feel the adrenaline surge within him as he placed the explosive upon the bridge, and the corners of his lips rose into a thrilled smirk as he awaited his fix.
The two Turks escaped the vicinity of impending devastation just as the bombs erupted, and Reno stood in awe of the ostentatious array of flashing colors and lights. Each burst of the explosives along with the disintegration of the bridge rang like a joyous song in Reno's ears, and he could almost taste the ruination dancing on his tongue. As he felt the heat of the explosion envelop him, laughter escaped him uncontrollably, and he flung himself into the arms of the man who created the display.
"Oh my god, Rude!" Reno gasped with exhiliration in his eyes. "That was amazing! Thank you so much!" He continued his laughter as he embraced the taller Turk, and the redhead's exaltation left Rude with a grin of his own. He knew that there was no better way to excite Reno than to craft him an elaborate bomb, and Reno's enthusiastic smiles were the culmination of Rude's existence.
Rude wrapped his arms around Reno tightly as he continued his extolling of the bomb, and Reno soon pressed his lips to Rude's as an act of gratitude. The two partners persisted with their fervent kissing as thick debris clouded the air, and not even the approaching of their coworkers' helicopter could interrupt the post-explosion passion.
