A/N Edit: For those who were reading the other version and may have been in the middle or something... for your convenience this contains chapters 17-18.

Self-Perpetuating Prison; Chapter 4

Reno opened his door and looked out in the hallway to spot Rude. He had just finished the day off with 5 clients and it was nearing dinner time. He was starving and had a feeling what Rude's reason for being here was. "Hey, come on in." He closed the door behind Rude and went over to sit at his dining table.

Rude noticed that there was the scent of cranberry in the room. He looked over and saw that Reno had lit some incense. Reno lit a stick after every client to help the room smell less like sex. "The president wanted to take you out to dinner. He figured you might be hungry, what will all the work you do."

Reno smiled and stood up, "Well then, I guess I better get dressed." He took his robe off enough to reveal his shoulders then let it slide off onto the floor. Reno watched the other's reaction to his undressing in front of him. When he didn't get the response that he wanted he frowned and walked over to his closet to get dressed. "So, casual or dressy?" he looked back at Rude for the answer.

"The president told me to give you this," he held up a crimson tie for Reno to see.

Reno grimaced at the sight of the tie. "Is that for blindfolding or gagging?"

Rude shook his head, "Neither, it's for wearing around your neck."

Reno sighed and sifted a suit out of his closet, "I was afraid you were going to say that." Reno proceeded to get dressed, Rude noticed without any underwear. Reno walked over to the bald bodyguard and took the tie. "Thanks," he said begrudgingly. He placed the tie around his neck and attempted to tie it. He looped it around itself, twirled it around, the tried tying it in a knot. He sighed then turned toward Rude who was trying not to laugh at the others prospects. "Can you…help me?"

Rude approached the red head and undid what he had done to the tie. He finished tying the tie successfully, which Reno knew he would because he always saw Rude wearing a suit and tie. "Thanks," the red head smiled then stood on his tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek. He ran his hand slowly down Rude's chest. "I really appreciate it."

Rude stepped back away from the alluring red head, "Your welcome…let's go."

Reno glanced down at the others pants, "Wait…" he kneeled down in front of Rude and started to undo his belt, "I'm sorry, you got a hard on, here I'll take care of it."

Before Reno could undo anymore of his belt he quickly grabbed his hands. "No," he said forcefully, "Don't do that."

Reno looked up at him for a moment then stood up and wiped his pants off, "You're right, I'm sorry," he said quietly. "If you'll excuse me, I have some whoring to do." He stomped towards the door and grabbed his leather jacket on the way out.

Rude sighed and shook his head, "Ugh, what am I doing?" He followed quickly after the steamed red head.

Rude opened up the limousine door for Reno. Reno crawled in, Rude following behind, and smiled when he saw Rufus, he slid across the seat to sit close to him. The red head grinned and whispered in his ear, "So, after dinner, do you wanna rip this obnoxious tie off of me and fuck me sense—"

Rufus cleared his throat, stopping Reno from finishing his almost complete thought. "Reno, I'd like you to meet some of the board members of Shinra company."

Reno glanced over to see the five board members he didn't see before sitting there a little bit uncomfortable at Reno's proposal to their president. He turned back to the president, "Are they joining us? You know how I feel about—"

The president decided to stop him again just to make sure he wasn't going to say anything else embarrassing, "For dinner, they are joining us for dinner."

Reno frowned and faced forward spreading his legs apart and crossing his arms over his chest. "Shit man! You could have told me that sooner or at least have told your bodyguard, who clearly fits his name by the way, to tell me."

Rufus cleared his throat embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't think I would have to tell you…"

Reno still pouted, "I should have known better when I saw the limo. You never take me anywhere in a limo…."

Reno sighed and slouched in his chair. He boredly picked at his food. The lunch with the president and his coworkers proved to be just as boring as Reno thought it would be when he first heard about it. He had no idea why he was invited to the dinner, but he had a good guess of what he was going to be doing after the dinner. Reno sighed again, probably for the 20th time since they sat down at the table and looked over at Rude while resting his head on his hand. "How can you just sit there all the time being quite?"

Rude glanced over at him, "I think on other things that interest me."

Reno grinned, "Oh? Like what?" Maybe he'd get some insight on the other man's thoughts.

Rude thought for a moment then spoke, "Well, I guess past books that I've read."

Reno smiled, "About what?"

"About the government and how it's trying to improve our lives," he took a bite of his food.

Reno thought he would fall asleep just hearing him say that one sentence, "Snore….you don't think of anything interesting?"

Rude gave him a look.

Reno held up his hands in feigned innocence, "Well, I know you said it interested you, but come on, don't you find anything interesting that normal people would find interesting?"

Rude frowned, "There are other people who would find the book interesting…."

Reno raised his eyebrow, "Was it in the best seller section?" No answer. Reno grinned, "I didn't think so. So what other things interest you?"

"Are you sure you want to know, they might bore you."

Reno looked surprised, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm sure the book was very entertaining, a real page turner." He grinned, "Come on, I want to know more about you. We have nothing better to do."

Rude looked at him a little unsure, "Well, I like listening to classic music sometimes…"

Reno grinned, "Oh, I see, that totally fits you. You're probably the type who ties up his victims in a chair and then plays classical music on a record and then slowly tortures them to get information from them. Right?"

Rude rolled his eyes at the red head's obvious problem with watching too much TV. "No," he shook his head, "I don't do that. I sit back at home and relax by listening to it."

Reno frowned, "On a record player though, right?"

Rude shook his head, "….yes." Reno grinned at his accurate guess in the workings of Rude.

Reno tried to think of another question to ask the mysterious bodyguard. "So…what do you do for Shinra other than guard the president and do his occasional errands?"

Rude grinned, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

Reno laughed, "Okay, I get it, you're in some shady business." That was the first time that Rude had heard Reno laugh, he decided that he liked it, a lot. "So, what do you do in your free time when you aren't working?"

"I don't really have a lot of free time," he answered.

Reno raised an eyebrow, "Well, you have enough time to listen to classical music, what else do you have time for? I mean, do you moonlight as a runway model?" he grinned, "Give me something."

Rude sighed, "Alright…in my free time…I…" Reno moved closer to hear what he was saying. "I…write poems…."

Reno smiled and nodded and leaned back in his chair satisfied, "Yup that sounds like you."

Rude looked at him surprised, "You're not going to laugh at me?"

Reno shook his head, "Why would I? I may think that what you like may be boring, but I would never laugh at you for liking it." Rude raised his eyebrow in disbelief. "What?" he protested, "I'm a very understanding guy! …well, I can be." He poked the bodyguard's arm. "So, what do you write about?"

Rude frowned then guessed it would be okay to tell him, "Well, my thoughts, and…feelings…and the environment around me…" Reno tried to cover a laugh but failed. "I thought you said you wouldn't laugh at me for liking writing poems?"

Reno's laughs escaped from behind his hand, "Well, pfft, I said I wouldn't laugh at you liking it, but I didn't say I wouldn't laugh at what you did with it." He shook his head and tried to stop his laughing at seeing the bodyguard's obvious displeasure with his laughing at him. "No, it's just, I'm surprised…"

Rude was upset at him laughing at him, but he guessed that he deserved a chance to explain. "At what?"

Reno grinned, "That I got it right what you wrote about."

Rude frowned, "How do you mean?"

Reno winked at him, "Well, most people might think if a guy like you wrote poems it might be about violent things or such, but few others would guess what you said, and that's what I figured you for, someone who would right about feelings, like love and pain and—."

Rude stopped him, "I never said those were the types of feelings that I wrote about…"

Reno crossed his legs and rested his hands on his knee, "You don't write about those feelings?"

Rude sputtered, "Well, I do but…" Reno grinned. "Alright fine, your pretty good at guessing things, aren't you. Well, what about you? What do you do in your free time?"

Reno said in a voice that Rude guessed was supposed to be him mimicking his, "I don't have free time, what with all Shinra has me do." Rude raised an eyebrow. "Yeah! That was supposed to be you. What of it?"

Rude shook his head, "No, nothing, but surely, like me, you have some free time."

Reno grinned and laid his arm over the back of his chair, "Your looking at it buddy."

Rude frowned, "You go out to dinner with clients during your free time?"

Reno smiled, "Or…hang out with friends; although…right now that would just be you."

"Reno," the red head looked over at the corporate president who had spoken his name, "we're leaving, and we'll be taking a separate vehicle back."

Reno grinned, "Not a limo I'm guessing?"

When Reno crawled into the back of the car he noticed that the look on the president's face was serious. "What's up prez?"

"I'm guessing you weren't listening to our conversation at the dinner table?" the president asked.

Reno shook his head and yawned, "I couldn't keep track of what was important."

Rufus sighed, "I guess that's fine, well, during dinner the subject of a charge on an employee's charge account called 'mission X' came up. Do you happen to know what that is?"

Reno's eyes narrowed, "…I do, but I didn't think that it would be wise to tell you."

Rufus leaned in towards the red head, "Tell me, what does it mean?"

Reno leaned in equally close to him, their noses almost touching, "For your own safety Mr. President, and reputation, I think it would be best if you didn't know, but thank you for telling me."

Rufus frowned, "I told you earlier, you don't have to worry about my reputation. Now you better tell me."

Reno grinned, "Or what? You're going to spank me? Tch, I don't ask you about your corporate business. Don't ask about mine."

Rufus growled in anger, "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

Reno grinned, "It comes with the territory." Reno got out when they arrived at his apartment. "I think it would be best Mr. President if you didn't hang around my place for a while. Okay?" He waved and then headed up to his apartment. He had arrived at 8:00 pm.

When he heard the hard knock at the door and the call of the police Reno got up immediately and opened the door for the police officers, greeting them with a smile. "Oh, officer, good evening, what can I do for you?"

Cloud frowned, "You are under arrest for illegal prostitution."

Reno grinned and turned around and placed his hands behind his back so they could hand cuff him, "Is there any other kind, officer?"

Cloud placed the hand cuffs on the red head, "You have the right to remain silent, anything you do or say can, and will be used against you in the court of law." He continued telling the red head his rights and led him down the hall.

Reno followed the police officer's down the hall, "Really, you don't need to waste your breath reading my rights, it's nothing I haven't heard before, but you go on ahead if you think you need to."

Cloud frowned, "I do need to."

Reno grinned, "Of course," he purred in his ear, "I know how important your needs are to you."

A slight blush creeped over the blonde's cheeks, and he continued to read the red head his rights. Barret, the dark skinned, muscle toned partner of the blonde, shoved the red head forward. "Keep on walking and use your right to remain silent."

Reno grinned and continued his walk of shame.

Reno spent the night in jail and his trial started the next morning. He was ushered into the court room and grinned and winked at the judge sitting at the bench. He sat down in his appointed chair and noticed that there were a lot of people sitting in the stand that he recognized. Sitting on the side of the accused, his side, was the only client of his that would have the guts to show up, Rufus, along with his body guard Rude.

While seated on the prosecutor's side were some of his other "encounters" that figured they didn't need guts to show up because nobody would find out about their association with the red. That would be a lot of the men on the police force, including Zach Fair. Apparently Aerith, probably feeling she owed the red head something, came too, but she sat with her fiancé on the prosecutor's side.

They all knew about his strict client confidentiality which he kept even in court. The DA had even offered to give him a break on his time in jail if he offered up some of his clients. The police officers were a bit relieved when he said he would never reveal his client list. What they didn't know about though was his other offer with the DA.

The attorney for the defendant, Reno, stood up and spoke, "My client pleads guilty on the grounds of illegal prostitution and will testify in court against some of the men who paid him for his services for cut time in jail." The sound of uncomfortable shifts came from prosecutor's side of the room.

The judge nodded, "Please present the information."

Reno stood up and smiled, "Gladly," he walked over to the stand and sat down, "what I have here in my hands is a tape that has the recording of me and officer Cloud's conversation where he propositions me for sex."

The prosecutor stood up, "we already heard the recording of their conversation."

Reno grinned, "Yeah, but you didn't hear the whole conversation. Did you?" He waved the tape back and forth and smiled at Cloud, "Whoa~ you got a secret, whoa~ somebody is going to leak it."

Reno hit the play button on the tape recorder and the conversation played out to the whole court. The blonde officer shifted uncomfortably as his sex sounds echoed throughout the court room. His dark skinned partner looked over at him in disbelief.

The prosecutor stuttered, "I think that's quite enough, how can we know for sure whether this is really the officer that you say it is?"

Reno grinned, "I got other evidence." The bailiff rolled a TV into the court room. Reno walked over to the TV and pressed the play button. "As you can clearly see here, this is an image of me riding on top of officer cloud," he fast forwarded a bit, "and here he is from the front, and there he is from the back…and there's us in the shower…and there's us out of the shower…and that's when he asked for me to give it to him from behind—oh wait, oops," he grinned, "that's not officer Cloud, that's officer Barret!" All of the police officers shifted uncomfortably in their chairs.

The judge smiled at Reno and nodded his head, "I think we have all the information that we need. We'll be sure to charge all of those officers for illegal buying of prostitution. Thank you Reno."

Reno winked at the judge, "Anytime sir."