Warnings are the usual when I write these two. Bad language, yaoi, etc.

I don't own them or the games.

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"I'm gonna count to ten, yo." Reno took a long drag off his cigarette. "You're gonna tell me where you've hidden all the copies of those files you stole before then, or things are going to get messy."

"Please I don't-"

"One." Reno flicked away his smoke.

"I didn't-"

"Two." Electricity started to dance alone the length of the Turk's EMR.

"Oh gods..."

"Three." Apparently this scumbag wasn't going to start talking right away.

It was a typical mission. This moron had stolen some secret information, planned on selling it to the WRO's competitors, blah blah blah.

"Four."

The target, whose name Reno had almost instantly forgotten, was tied to a chair and had started sobbing and babbling incoherently. They were in his high class apartment over on the east side of Edge, the white carpet pristine, except for the spots of blood from when Rude had socked the guy across the face when the Turks first broke in.

"Five." Reno sighed. He was hoping for an easy retrieval. It had been a long week.

"Six." The redhead was getting impatient. He could hear his partner shifting through the other rooms, beginning the search in case Reno accidentally killed the target before they got their answer.

"Seven." That was becoming a very likely possibility.

"Please, I swear I'm innocent-"

Blood exploded out of the target's nose, when Reno's EMR connected with a sickening smack. Several hundred volts of electricity pulsed through the rod and the man in the chair screamed bloody murder.

"Reno." Rude appeared out of the hallway that led to the back of the apartment, a scolding expression in place. "We're supposed to be discreet."

"Y-you said t-ten!" The target screeched out, his voice somewhat garbled by the blood running out of his broken nose.

"I got bored, yo." Reno shrugged, still looking at his partner and took a second swing this time aiming at one of the hands bound to the arm of the chair.

Crunch.

Snap.

Buzz.

Screams.

"Reno." Now Rude was looking at him over his sunglasses, his arms crossed. A look that clearly said stop fucking around.

"All right, all right." Reno huffed and turned back to his captive. He straddled the target's legs and took a seat facing him, EMR swinging lazing in wide circles off to the side. "Here's the deal, yo. I know you're a liar, Rude knows you're a liar, and you know you're a liar."

"My hand..."

"That's the least of your problems, yo." Reno stopped swinging his weapon and brought it around in a high arc, stopping just short of the other man's temple. "Now. You're gonna leave here one of two ways. In handcuffs, or a body bag."

He could hear Rude moving closer behind him. Hopefully he was looking all bald and bad and intimidating.

The target's eyes shifted between the two Turks and the realization that the psychotic redhead in his lap would actually kill him seemed to finally sink in.

"What's it gonna be, yo?"

Zombies.

Zombies. Fucking. Everywhere.

They were cornered, hope was waning, but they were so close to the exit. Their ammunition had been depleted, now the duo was only armed with baseball bats and hatchets. Just a little bit farther...

"Dammit!" An irate blonde threw down his controller in frustration and flopped sideways onto the plush couch.

"Game Over" flashed across the screen, that stupid awful song playing mournfully in the background.

"We were so close." Roxas pouted up at his friend.

"Yeah. That last level is a bitch." Axel smirked at Roxas's antics, ruffled his hair, and then got up to turn off the console.

"On the bright side, your boyfriend's TV is still amazing." Roxas picked up the remote and started surfing through channels. "The undead have never looked more crisp and beautiful."

"True story." Axel stretched up, brushing the ceiling with his finger tips. He started wandering off in the direction of the kitchen. "You thirsty?"

"Sure. Grab me a soda."

"You got it." Axel called over his shoulder. He dug through the refrigerator, grabbing a drink for Roxas, then he went to get the milk carton and...

It was too light.

"Crap."

"What is it?" A blonde head poked over the arm of the couch.

"We're out of milk."

"So drink something else."

"I wasn't going to drink it, I was going to have a bowl of cereal."

"Why? You hungry?"

"Well, no Roxas, I was just going to eat away my misery because we just lost in the last level of Apocalypse 3 again." Axel stared down seriously at his friend.

"Really?"

"No. I'm fucking hungry."

"It's five in the afternoon, forget cereal. Order a pizza or something." The blonde rolled over fixing his attention back on the cartoons he put on.

"You don't have to run home to the little woman tonight?" Axel collapsed onto the couch, half sitting on Roxas and handed over the soda.

"Nope, she's out doing girly things with Larxene tonight." Roxas kicked the redhead off of him and twisted around into a sitting position.

"Girly things? Like what?" Axel fished through his pockets for his cell phone.

"I dunno. Maybe naked pillow fights or something."

"Gross Roxas." Axel wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"You asked." Roxas grinned. "Xion is my wife, I can imagine her naked with other women all I want."

"In the future, refrain from sharing." Axel pressed the send button and listened to the dial tone.

"Then don't ask." Roxas laughed at him. "But, c'mon. I know you're gay, but seriously. Hot."

"Urgh, no way."

"I don't understand you."

"And I don't- oh, hey!"

"What's up, yo?"

They'd dropped off the target at headquarters, mostly intact. Files destroyed, mission accomplished. Reno and Rude were now cruising around in one of the company cars surveying a different part of the city where it was rumored a gang had taken root and was starting a drug ring.

"Are you still at work?"

"Yeah." Reno hated working on Saturdays, but once they finished up here he was home free. "You need something, yo?"

"Yeah, could you grab some milk on your way home? We're out."

"Sure thing, babe."

"Thanks, love you."

"Uh huh, see you later." Reno hung up.

"What was that about?" Rude was driving and glanced over at his partner.

"Just Ax. Need to grab some milk on the way home, yo."

Rude snorted.

"What?" Reno furrowed his eyebrows. "What's so fuckin' funny, yo?"

The redhead could see a ghost of a smirk forming on his partner's face. "Whipped."

"What?" Reno looked indignantly over at the other man.

Rude raised one eyebrow.

"I am not fucking whipped, yo." Reno turned to glare out the window, his ears turning red at the sound of Rude's laughter.

Axel snored lightly, his feet hanging over the arm of the couch. Roxas had left awhile ago after they ate dinner and had another try at Apocalypse, which they failed again.

The redhead shifted restlessly in his sleep, the TV playing the eleven o'clock news in the background. He had been wondering what happened to Reno, usually he got back much earlier than this when he worked weekends. Axel had sent a few inquiring texts around nine, but hadn't heard back. He figured maybe Reno went out to get a couple drinks or they were busy with something important.

He didn't hear the motorcycle engine outside, and he didn't hear the heavy footsteps up the stairs outside. He was so far into dreamland, that he didn't even hear the front door slam.

Reno stormed into the apartment and trudged off to the kitchen. He'd gotten the damned milk.

After they finished the mission, Reno and Rude had headed over to Seventh Heaven for a nightcap, but Reno didn't stick around for long. Rude had continued to subtly tease him, and Elena had joined in. The rookie making fun of him.

Not acceptable.

Despite all that, he still got the stupid milk. But he wasn't whipped. He was just being fucking nice and doing Axel a favor since he asked and Reno was just awesome like that. Even though the grocery store was totally in walking distance, this was not unreasonable. Rude and Elena were jerks. He, Reno, second in command of the Turks, was not whipped.

This is ridiculous.

He heard a soft sound behind him, and Reno turned to see Axel snuggling deeper into a hoodie, mumbling in his sleep. Reno smirked to himself and perched on the edge of the couch, brushing some fire red hair out of Axel's face.

Perfect.

He'd show everyone who was fucking whipped and who wore the pants in this relationship.

Hell yes, yo.

Reno leaned in and started nibbling on Axel's exposed ear, one hand winding into thick tresses of hair, the other wandering its way lazily down his lover's side. Axel grumbled sleepily and rolled onto his back, still not completely aware of what was happening.

Reno took the chance to kiss him full on the mouth, deep and long. This wasn't just a "oh, hey how do you do?" kind of kiss, this one had purpose and passion and promise.

"Well, hello there." Axel grinned, breathless after the sudden awakening. "Nice to see you too. Where were-"

Axel squawked, hilariously, as Reno hoisted him over his shoulder in a fluid motion and marched off to the bedroom. The captive redhead flailed at the indignity of it all.

Reno dropped Axel onto their king sized bed and instantly started working on ridding the other redhead of clothing. He began with his sweatpants, tugging them off, and moving to grab boxers.

"Now wait just a minute!" Axel kicked at him and squirmed away. "What the hell are you-"

Reno silenced him with another probing kiss, his hands working their way under his hoodie and pushing it up. He moved on to necking Axel, biting down on that weak spot behind his ear. Axel relaxed in his arms, and started responding more, sighing into his hair.

The Turk pulled back and tugged the hoodie over Axel's head, tossing it to the side. Axel huffed, his hands loosening Reno's belt and then moving to the buttons of his work shirt.

"Would you say something?" Axel was looking just how Reno liked him. Naked, disheveled, with kiss swollen lips and a fire igniting behind green eyes.

"You're mine, yo." Reno practically growled before moving forward to pin Axel onto his back.

"Well, of course I'm yours." Axel dropped Reno's work clothes off the side of the bed, rolling his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something else, but let out a surprised gasp instead.

When had Reno gotten the lube?

Axel writhed beneath Reno, the other redhead pushing his knees apart and biting into his shoulder. Axel wasn't clear on what was going on, or why it seemed almost like they were having angry sex. His mind wandered off for a moment, searching into the recent history for anything stupid or offensive he'd done, but then he stopped thinking about anything else than what was happening in the present, because whatever. This was kind of awesome.

Reno then withdrew for a moment and rolled Axel onto his side. The Turk laid behind him and pulled him to a firm chest. Reno pushed his hair aside with his nose, and started kissing the back of his neck. Axel curled one arm around so that he could bury his hand in Reno's long ponytail. Reno reached down and tugged Axel's knee over his hip and snaked his other arm under Axel's waist, holding him in place. With the limited freedom of movement the spooning position granted him, Axel pushed back into the shorter redhead, his eyes almost crossing at the feeling of being filled so quickly.

He could hear Reno moan into his ear, and the other man started setting up a rhythm. Slow and deep and powerful.

Axel was mostly helpless the way he was being held in place, but he snaked one hand down to stroke himself his groans and sighs joining the sounds Reno was making behind him. They rocked together for a while, until Reno's thrusts became more sporadic and he shuddered, sated. Axel sped up his hand, close to joining Reno, the other redhead's hand joining his and tipping him over the edge.

They laid there for a few minutes, quiet and satisfied. Reno finally moved, walking across the room to toss away the used condom, looking absolutely delicious in all his naked glory.

"Why don't we do that everyday?" Axel rolled over, grinning at his lover.

"Don't know, yo." Reno smirked. "I'll make a note."

"Hmm. Good." Axel sat up a little and winced. "Could you grab me a glass of water?"

"Sure, babe."

Reno strutted through the apartment, feeling damned proud of himself. He wore the pants here, he wasn't whipped. He filled up a cup of water, throwing in a couple ice cubes and grabbed Axel's pack of smokes when he noticed them sitting on the coffee table.

"Thanks." Axel smiled up at him downing the water. "Everything all right today?"

"Yeah." Reno mumbled around the two cigarettes he had in his mouth. He lit them and handed one over to Axel.

"Okay." Axel took a long drag and cuddled up to Reno, resting his head on his shoulder. "Oh, right. Did you grab that milk earlier?"

"Uh huh." Reno smoked contentedly.

"Cool." Axel handed his cigarette to Reno, and he put them both out in the ashtray. "Could you turn off the lights?" Axel yawned burrowing into the covers.

"Sure, yo." Reno turned off the lights and was halfway back to the bed when a realization hit him.

Axel had him wrapped around his little finger.

"What are you doing? Get in bed." Axel grumbled, half asleep.

I am so fucking whipped.