Part Seven: Heat
Warnings: Gratuitous het, bad language, dirty sex. Have fun now!
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Cloud gasped.
Back arched, muscles strung tighter than an over-tuned violin. Eyes shut tight and forehead furrowed into knots. Toes curled. Hands fisted in the sheets.
It hurt.
Zack.Stinging pain, sharp pain. Slicing through his veins, his muscles. Hamstringing him, crippling him.
Zack…But Zack only laughed cheerfully and ruffled a hand through his hair, fingers rougher than they'd ever been before. What is it, Cloud? he asked softly. You want something?
Please, Zack. I don't want to see anymore.
White flashes behind his eyes. Images, visions. Reno arching up, purring, fingers gripping creamy white hips as he thrust up, up, up. Reno's eyes clenched shut, ecstasy whiplashing across his face. Lips parted, tongue showing.
No. Zack, no.
Another chuckle. But you wanted to see, Cloud. You wanted to know that he was happy.
Cloud whimpered. He's not. He's not happy, Zack.
Ah, Cloudy. Another affectionate ruffle. Give it time. Of course he's not happy now, but he will be. Don't worry.
No. Zack…A small, feminine form moving, moving on top of Reno. Panting. Moving. Reno's face—pleasure, heat. Good. Perfect as she rose, fell. Moved.
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Reno didn't bother to thrust. He just lay back and let the girl do all the work, slinking one arm around the shoulders of the other two beauties curled up against his sides and petting him softly. He grinned as he stared at the sharp shoulder blades and short blond hair of the girl moving above him. She was panting, even moaning a little. But they were low moans, almost soundless, just the way Reno'd told her to do it. She looked good like this, her back turned to him, driving herself up and down on his cock. Reno grinned at the other little blond beauty on his right and tipped her head up toward him to give her a deep, throaty kiss. He'd already taken care of both her and the blue eyed brunette on his left, but he'd decided to keep the two of them around for the rest of the fun as well.
They were warm and soft, and they'd been well paid to show him a good time. And besides, they're hands felt damn good on his chest and stomach, and the black-haired girl—Carla?—was pressing hot little kisses against his neck.
Reno grunted as the blond riding him clenched her muscles around his cock, squeezing, drawing. He closed his eyes for a brief second and just enjoyed the sensation. Then he reached out and smacked her ass hard. She had to learn how to behave. Reno grinned wickedly. He was getting close. Riding the edge of desperate.
He pulled his right arm out from beneath the girl at his side and seized his whore's hips, shoving up roughly inside of her and pulling a little groan from lips he knew were full and pouty. He thrust again, up, up, closing his eyes and letting his hands do all the work. Guiding, pulling. Shoving. Thrust, thrust. Tight. Hot.
Nice.
Shouldn't have closed his eyes though. Lying there with his eyes closed and the whore's low little moans ringing in his ears, it was too easy to see another blond in this one's place, a blond who'd panted and writhed and clutched at him, fingernails digging holes in Reno's shoulders, but it didn't matter because he hadn't cared. All he'd cared about was…
Reno arched up, came with a low moan and a collapse back onto the bed pillows, pulling the whore down with him and just holding her there, back against his chest. A pang of anger/bitterness/guilt ripped through him, and he could barely hold back a snarl. They were beautiful women, damn it. And he had three of them—three!—all to himself, so he didn't have a single reason to be unhappy right now! But fucking Shin-Ra, he sure as hell didn't feel happy and didn't that just beat all?
Reno growled and pulled the girls closer to him, thrusting up one last time. Fuck Cloud, he thought. Just…fuck him.
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Cloud's eyes snapped open, sleep stripped away all at once. The images flickered one last time in his mind—Reno's arms wrapped around a slender figure, her blond hair splayed out over his neck—before they faded into the dim light of…
A hallway?
Cloud swallowed. Where was his bed? Or…the flower patch! That was where he'd gone to sleep, in the church. Cloud glanced up and down the hallway. Empty. Abandoned. But…no.
There were doors lining each side of the hall, and his hand…his hand was pressed flat against the rough wood of one of them. It was cracked open, and voices were slipping out into the dim hallway. Girlish laughter. Soft squeals. And growls…familiar, teasing growls that said…so much.
Cloud sucked in a sharp breath. He shouldn't be here, didn't know why he was here. Didn't want to be here.
And yet here he was, standing right outside Reno's door, practically begging for someone to walk outside. And…he could see. Red hair, and blond. Pale skin that wasn't Reno's. Cloud swallowed, bit his lip. Then he moved, suddenly, all at once. He skittered backwards in a panic, knocking open one of the side doors and slamming it against the far wall with a loud bang. Cloud winced and stumbled toward the head of the hallway, slipping into the crowded common room and out the door into the night.
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Reno snapped into a sitting position when the door across the hall slammed open. A gasp he recognized too well. Panicked footsteps. Shit. Reno shoved the blond girl off him and the others out of the way and scrambled from the bed, taking about 1.2 seconds to jerk his pants on before he took off running down the hall, buttoning them as he ran.
He burst out the front door of the bar, hardly able to breathe for fear that…that…
What?Reno stopped. Panted. Looked around. "Cloud?"
No answer.
Reno scanned the street and the spaces between the buildings around him. "Cloud?" he asked again.
But there was only darkness, and shadows.
Reno cursed and leaned back against the wall, sliding down until his ass was flush against the coarse concrete of the city sidewalk. He didn't even wince at the splinters that ripped through his skin as he moved. "Fuck!" He slammed his head back against the wood, hands balled into fists at his sides. "Shit, Cloud, I'm sorry! I'm fucking sorry, okay. I just…I…"
It was a sob, Reno knew, alien as tears were to him. He hadn't cried in years, and he wasn't crying now. Not really. This was a sob born of frustration, of fear. Cloud needed him. Needed something, Reno knew, but he couldn't get close enough to find out what.
And he'd just fucked up. He'd let his anger get the best of him, and he'd screwed himself over.
Hot. Streaks of liquid fire down his cheeks, and Reno was crying now. He knew it, and it burned. His throat burned, choked up. Everything burned. Reno slammed his fists down against the ground, reveling in the pain that lanced across his knuckles. Blood. He was bleeding now, and he laughed. "Shit. I fucked up, Cloud, and I fucked up bad." Cloud wasn't even there, was long gone by now, but Reno kept talking anyway. "I'm sorry. It's just…I need you, man. And…something in you needs me too. I don't know what the hell it is, don't know what's wrong, but there's something and I…I just want to help. I…" Another sob, another snort of laughter. "I love…"
And then Cloud was there, in front of him, melting out of the shadows like he'd been there the whole time, and Reno tensed, on unfamiliar ground.
Cloud stared, scanned. Then he shrugged. Spoke softly, almost shyly. "You didn't do anything wrong."
Reno laughed and ran a hand through his hair, grimacing at the slick of sweat that came off on his fingers. "I just fucked three whores in a shitty bar because they reminded me of you, Strife. You don't see anything wrong with that?"
Cloud shrugged again. Then he cocked his head to the side. "Three?"
"Yeah…"
"Did they all look like me?"
"Nah," Reno shook his head. "One of 'em looked like…"
"Zack?"
"Yeah."
Reno couldn't see very well—Cloud's face was almost completely in shadow—but he could have sworn he saw the edges of Cloud's lips quirk up. "Kinky," Cloud murmured.
Reno snorted. "Yeah, well. I've always found that, when you like something, it's better to just roll with it."
Cloud nodded. "Why aren't you working?"
"Called Rufus and asked if I could take the rest of the day off."
Cloud looked around, took a step closer. "It's late."
Reno just nodded.
"I…" Cloud knelt down, slid his hands out on top of Reno's knees, and his eyes were a bright, blazing blue, gleaming just like Zack's had always done. He looked strong, determined. Teasing, almost. He leaned in, hands moving up Reno's thighs even as his body pushed forward, right between Reno's legs.
Reno stared. There was something… "Cloud?"
Cloud's voice was husky, darker than it usually was. Older, somehow. "Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
The hands moved higher, whispering up Reno's inner thighs to press against his cock, which was starting to get interested despite all the action it had seen already tonight. Cloud murmured, "You said you needed me."
Reno growled. He'd kind of been hoping Cloud hadn't heard all that shit. "Yeah, but…you said you didn't want me. Remember?"
Cloud shook his head and leaned in, his eyes like ice on fire, just a couple inches away. "Forget what I said."
Then he pressed forward and kissed Reno. Hard. Claiming. Raw. Cloud's tongue lashed out, parting Reno's lips like water and darting inside. It was so strong, so wet and daring, Reno felt dizzy. His fisted hands relaxed and rose up on their own to dig into the fabric of Cloud's shirt—not the usual sweater, he registered dimly, but something more like a tee shirt—and his own tongue lashed out in challenge.
Cloud sucked it into his mouth, practically begging Reno to thrust, thrust, even as Cloud's fingers found the button of his slacks and popped it open, pulling out Reno's cock and closing one hand around it.
Reno gasped and bucked up into Cloud's grip. This wasn't the Cloud he'd gotten to know. This Cloud was fierce. He took control, took what he wanted, and Reno wasn't the type to give in easily but, fuck, what were you supposed to do when you didn't want to fight? Reno snarled and jerked at Cloud's shirt, tugging him closer and biting sharply at Cloud's lower lip.
Cloud laughed and pulled back, moving down, down, down Reno's body until he was practically stretched out on his stomach along the ground, and then he clamped his lips around Reno's cock and sucked.
Reno's head fell back against the wall again and he laughed, confusion and smugness blending together into one rough sound. Cloud's mouth was hot, wet, and far more skilled than he would have pegged the prissy kid to be. His tongue moved and slipped and stroked, and his hands were still locked tight to Reno's inner thighs, kneading muscle through the fabric of his pants. He sucked hard, swallowed Reno down, and Reno let out a low groan, thrusting up into Cloud's mouth and burying his hands in layers of gorgeous, slightly coarse hair. It wasn't as soft as he'd imagined either. It always looked so shiny, so…sleek. But there was a texture to it, a roughness that didn't catch the gleam of the light.
Reno tightened his fingers and thrust again. It didn't take long. Within minutes Reno was rising up off the wall and coming hard straight down Cloud's Strife's pretty throat. Cloud pulled back though, and Reno's next spurt splashed white across his cheek, over his lips. A pretty string that Cloud licked away as he pulled himself back onto his knees between Reno's legs.
Reno grinned into Cloud's blue, blue eyes and leaned forward to kiss him. "Never would'a guessed you were the public sex kinda guy, Cloud…"
Cloud shrugged and licked his lips, and Reno couldn't help but stare at the streak of white that still stained his cheek. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me."
"Yeah?" Reno murmured—low, sultry—sliding his hands down the front of Cloud's shirt and feeling the muscles ripple beneath the material. "Like what?"
"Like…I've been watching you."
"Watchin' me, huh? For how long?"
"Years."
"So…that why you been dreamin' about me?"
Cloud's forehead furrowed. He bit his lip. "Dreaming…I…"
The door to the bar slammed open, pouring light and music out onto the sidewalk, and a couple of guys stumbled out, drunk and laughing as they made their way down the street, sparing little more than a wink and a couple snorts of raucous laughter for Reno and Cloud down on the ground.
Cloud's eyes went wide, dark. He scrambled backward onto his feet. "I, uh…um…" He looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry."
Reno sat up. "Cloud…"
"I'm sorry."
Reno dragged himself to his feet and took a step toward Cloud, hand outstretched. "You didn't do anything."
"No, I…" Heavy breathing, shaking head. "I have to go."
Shit! Reno lurched forward, grabbed, but Cloud was already moving, already…
Gone.
Just as quick as he'd appeared, he was gone again.
"Fuck!" Reno spun around and slammed his fist into the wall. It looked like he'd fucked up again, and done it good and proper this time.
