A/N: Sex. Basically, nothing but sex. Enjoy!

Reno stared at his desk distastefully. "I can't believe I missed this," he said sourly, shuffling through the papers. Even though there was a hit out on Rufus, there was still plenty of other work to be done. He glanced over at Rude, who was bent over his desk dutifully, and bit back a grin. Even paperwork couldn't dampen his delight at finally getting some action from his lover, even if they still hadn't gone all the way. Reno tipped his chair back, stretching. If just a handjob from Rude had felt that good, he couldn't imagine how being fucked like him would feel. He chuckled to himself.

Rude heard Reno giggling like a manic girl scout from across the room, and knew his partner was thinking of something dirty. Rolling his eyes, Rude concentrated on his work again, blocking out Reno's distractions.

Five o'clock had nearly rolled around when Tseng called them to his office.

"What the hell, Tseng, it's almost time to clock out," Reno griped, but fell short when he saw the look on Tseng's tired face.

"They slipped up," the director said, his pale lips curving into a smirk. "At least, we think they did. We have reports of a deformed man buying supplies in a corner store outside town. I had Cissnei track him to what we thought was an abandoned warehouse. It could be SOLDIER-X, but it could also merely be some poor fellow who has been mutated by the war. Either way, when we're sure, I'm sending the two of you in the first wave. You're our most experienced Turks, aside from myself."

Reno kicked his feet up on his desk. "You got it, boss man. We should go get some rest, yeah? Wanna be our best for the raid." He grinned wickedly, and Tseng frowned at him.

"Fine, you can go. Remind me to dock your pay again, Reno."

"What?" the redhead yelped. "Why?"

"For being a lazy ass," Tseng said as he left the room.

"I'm gonna be broke in no time," Reno muttered.

"Maybe if you just kept your mouth shut," Rude told him, getting to his feet. "You know Tseng's just pissed you don't respect him."

"I respect him!" Reno shot back.

"Then don't mouth off to him."

"It's part of my charm," Reno said sulkily as they went home, still watching carefully for threats and doubling back a couple times. The normally short trip took three times as long that way, but they were used to it by now.

It took Tseng only three days to be sure that the people in the abandoned warehouse were indeed SOLDIER-X. He had worked Cissnei, their best scout, to the bone, and subsequently excused her from the upcoming battle. He even sent Reno and Rude home early to get more rest before the next day.

Reno was quiet on the way home, which made Rude wonder what he was thinking about. He asked if he was all right and received a one-word distracted answer from his partner, making him worry even more.

"Your place?" Reno asked finally as they approached their building. He grinned.

Rude rolled his eyes behind his shades. "You just want me for my bed," he accused, but nevertheless led the way up to his own apartment.

"Mmmaybe," Reno hummed, shrugging off his blazer and heading to the bedroom, flopping down on the aforementioned bed. "And your hot bod," he added as Rude followed him into the room, loosening his tie. He watched Rude strip off his jacket and tie with a quiet, predatory look. "C'mere," he said finally, reaching out to his partner, and Rude obeyed, laying down next to him. Reno carefully pulled off his sunglasses, tossing them on the bedside table.

"Be careful with those," Rude griped, but then Reno was kissing him, and he forgot why he was irritated. The redhead seemed almost in a hurry, his lips hungry and frantic and his hands busy as they fumbled with the buttons on Rude's shirt. Rude pulled away slightly, looking into Reno's aqua eyes. "What is it?" he asked, brows drawn together.

Reno's jaw tightened a little. "We might die tomorrow," he said quietly, his hands stilling on Rude's half-opened shirt.

"Reno…"

"I'm not going to fucking die without knowing what it feels like to be with you first," the redhead blurted out sharply, a dull red flush rising in his cheeks. He kept his eyes downcast, embarrassed.

"Okay."

Reno looked up, asking, "Really?"

In answer, Rude brought their lips back together again, feeling Reno's hands resume unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his broad shoulders. Rude started to remove Reno's shirt, but the redhead's hands were already on the waist of Rude's pants, hurriedly undoing them and tugging at the material. His lips were devouring Rude's neck, that sense of franticness back as he nipped and sucked.

Heat was settling over Rude's entire body, concentrating in his lower belly but also radiating to his limbs. Reno's hands and lips were everywhere, and before he knew it, Rude's clothing was gone. "Wait," he gasped, pulling away.

"What?" Reno murmured, curling a leg around him and nibbling his ear.

"Slow down a little." Rude untangled his limbs and reached over to dig in the nightstand, pulling out the bottle of lube that was stashed there and setting it on top of the little table.

Reno felt his hesitance and peered closely into Rude's face. "Are you…are you nervous?" He could've sworn Rude blushed, but his skin was too dark to see it well.

"It's been a very long time," the bald man said finally. "Since I've had sex with anyone, let alone a man. I'm…out of practice." He picked up the lube and regarded it for a second, then handed it to Reno. "Why don't you top?"

Reno stared at him, eyes wide. "You serious, man?" He'd never expected to be any position but bottom with someone as dominant-looking as Rude.

The bigger man lay back. "Like I said, it's been a while. I don't wanna hurt you."

"Have you ever bottomed in your life?" Reno almost screeched, and Rude gave him a stern look.

"Keep your damn voice down. And yes, I have."

Reno raised an eyebrow. "You were damn frisky in your youth, weren't ya, partner?" he said with a grin, and Rude cleared his throat.

"Would you get on with it?" he snapped, embarrassed.

Reno's grin grew until it was positively feline. "Oh, now you're in a hurry," he purred, setting down the lube rising up on his knees to shrug out of his unbuttoned shirt, dragging it down his pale shoulders and arms with excruciating slowness. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take good care of ya." He tossed his shirt free from the bed and ran his hands leisurely down his toned chest, fingers caressing old scars, rubbing over the ridges of his hard stomach as he let his head fall back, exposing his white neck. Rude, still lying on the bed, gave a little growl, and out of slitted eyes Reno saw his hands fist in the sheets, his cock swelling with blood. The redhead smirked a little, tracing the hard lines of the V of muscle tone that started at his hips and disappeared into his trousers.

Rude struggled to keep still on the bed, but Reno's little striptease wasn't helping his self- control. He clenched his teeth, watching Reno hook his thumbs in his waistband and slowly draw his pants and boxers down. The redhead was already hard and dripping, and he hissed as the fabric grazed his erection on its way down. Rude finally let himself move, tracing his fingers up his lover's strong thigh as Reno's pants were thrown in the same direction of his shirt.

Seeing Reno's beautiful, scarred body exposed in front of him was doing crazy things to Rude's libido. If he hadn't been turned on before, the intense throbbing in his lower regions told him he was more than ready to go now. Reno let him admire for a moment, then slithered up his body to brace himself over Rude. He kissed him roughly, nipping hard at his lips.

"How do you want it?" Reno murmured, licking a trail to Rude's heavily pierced ear.

"Uhn! Like this is fine," Rude managed as a clever tongue teased at the jewelry in his ear. He brought his hands up to Reno's shoulders and back, feeling the hard planes of his body under his calloused palms. When he lightly scratched up Reno's back, the redhead arched a little in pleasure.

Reno reached blindly over to feel for the tube of lubricant, kissing Rude's muscled chest and then easing one of his nipple rings into his mouth. Rude groaned a little and his hips thrust up, making Reno gasp as well as their erections ground together. He moved lower, gently pulling up one of Rude's knees to give himself better access.

It had been a little while since Reno had topped anyone, but it was more the fact that it was Rude that made him nervous. He was more than confident in his skills in bed, but he'd never slept with anyone he cared for as much as his partner, and the thought of what they were about to do almost scared him as much as it thrilled him. Shaking his head a little, Reno snapped open the bottle and slicked up three of his fingers. Leaning up, Reno went back to sucking on Rude's nipple, distracting him from any discomfort that he might feel. Stroking his free hand along the bigger man's side, Reno slid a slippery finger into him, studying Rude's face for any signs of pain. His dark face clenched a little, but his body stayed relaxed, and so Reno worked the finger in a little more, stroking the heat inside. The tightness around the digit was almost painful, and he waited until it eased up a little bit before grabbing one of Rude's nipple rings in his teeth and tugging, slightly. As Rude moaned at the feeling, Reno worked another finger inside of him, scissoring them gently.

Rude felt the discomfort of having someone's fingers in him after so long, but it was muted. Most of his attention was focused on what Reno was doing to his nipples with his tongue, because it was making him moan out loud—something that he didn't normally do. Dimly he felt Reno add a third finger, fanning them out to stretch him thoroughly. One corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk and he curled his fingers upwards, searching and stroking until he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Rude, the bigger man's body jerking and arching upwards in pleasure. Reno stroked the spot a little more, loving how Rude looked, his brown eyes hazy with lust, sweat making his body shine as his abdominal muscles tensed hard from the sensation of having his prostate rubbed.

"Reno." The name fell from his lips unbidden, a long, slow murmur that Rude hardly heard himself say, he was so dizzy with arousal.

Reno felt the muscles give a little and relax around his fingers. A couple more experimental scissoring motions and he pulled his fingers free, giving Rude's nipple ring one last tug with his teeth. "You got a condom?" the redhead asked, his voice low and husky from desire.

"Fuck," Rude muttered, panting. "Don't think so."

"I probably got one in my pants," Reno said, getting off the bed to look through his trouser pockets. "Here we go."

"Of course you do," Rude muttered, leaning back onto the pillows. Reno grinned at him, climbing back onto the bed with the small square of foil, before leaning up to kiss him, flicking his tongue into his mouth.

"You should thank me, partner," he murmured against his lips. "Now I don't gotta leave you high and dry." Reno reached for the lube again, tearing open the condom with his teeth and rolling it over his cock with a groan of desire. He was harder than a rock, almost quivering with the thought that he'd get to be inside Rude soon.

The bigger Turk reached over to take the lube from Reno, squirting some onto his hand and slicking up the redhead's erection for him, giving it a couple more pumps than were necessary.

"Oh, Gods," Reno groaned, letting his head fall back. The feeling of Rude's hand around him disappeared and he caught his breath, curling one hand under the knee that was already raised, spreading it and opening his partner a little further. His chest came down to press against Rude's and Reno kissed him gently on the lips, the head of his cock nudging at Rude's opening. "You good?"

"Do it," Rude grunted, his muscles tense with want. "Oh, Gaia," he breathed in his deep voice as Reno pushed forward, sliding in smoothly halfway before pausing to let Rude adjust.

"Fucking hell, oh Shiva's fucking tits, Rude, you feel amazing," Reno moaned, his blue-green eyes fluttering closed. The tightness around him was exquisite, making his arms tremble with the effort of holding himself up.

"I'm good," Rude said, his voice a little strained. "You can go further."

Reno pushed forward the rest of the way until he was as deep as he could go, then paused to breathe in a few shuddering gasps of air, leaning his forehead on Rude's sweat-slick chest. His whole body shook, trying to stave off orgasm.

"Move," Rude gritted.

"In a minute," Reno gasped. "Unless ya want this to be over before it starts." He felt a blush darken his cheeks. He hadn't almost come so fast since he was in his teens. When Reno had a handle on himself, he pulled out almost all the way, then pushed back in slowly. Rude's arms came up around him, stroking a line down his back. Reno kept his pace slow and gentle, even though he thought it would kill him. If Rude truly hadn't been topped in over ten years, he had to be feeling a little tender, even with all the preparation.

Rude gritted his teeth. He was feeling a little pain from the stretch, but it was nothing compared to the irritation he felt about being treated like he was weak. Reno wasn't kind and gentle by nature, he was hard and rough around the edges, and Rude wanted that, not this strangeness. "Harder, Reno," he growled. "I'm not gonna fucking break." To prove his point, he rolled his hips up, forcing Reno in firmly and making the redhead choke out a gasp.

"Fine," Reno said through his bared teeth, snapping his hips forward roughly, wrenching a groan from Rude. He slipped his arms under his lover's knees to gain some leverage, setting a fast, steady pace that pulled moans from both of them at every pass.

Rude couldn't remember if sex had always been this amazing. It felt like electricity was sparking from where Reno's body touched his, his hands on his knees, their lower bodies melted together so he couldn't tell where he ended and Reno began. The intense pleasure was making his eyelids droop, but Rude kept his gaze on Reno's gorgeous face, admiring every expression, every flash of ecstasy that played across it. The other Turk's head was tilted back, his lips parted and eyes closed as he gasped for breath, the steady rolling of his hips never ceasing or breaking rhythm. Sweat was making his scarred chest shine and his hands slip on Rude's legs, so Rude reached for him, closing his hands around Reno's arms and pulling him down for a messy kiss, all tongues and saliva. Their chests rubbed together, and Rude accidentally bit down on hard on Reno's lip as his nipple rings tugged pleasurably. Reno moaned, his hips jerking, and Rude smiled a little against his mouth. You couldn't be a Turk and not be a little bit in love with pain. He raked his nails hard across Reno's back.

"Fuck!" Reno cried against him, arching, his rhythm finally faltering. They were pressed together, Rude's arms holding Reno loosely, and he dug his nails in hard, because he knew how much Reno got off on it. Then one of Reno's jerking thrusts hit his prostate like a battering ram, and Rude let out a loud moan at the wave of pleasure that coursed through his body into his bones. Reno hit the same spot one more time, and then all of a sudden he was pulling out and away.

Before Rude could catch his breath and ask what was wrong, Reno was nudging him onto his side, settling in behind him so he was spooning the bigger Turk. Rude felt Reno's perfect lips at the back of his neck, kissing gently and then licking the sweat that was glazing his skin. In a heartbeat he had slid back inside, the head of his cock nudging against Rude's prostate again. Rude reached back, digging his nails in again, this time into Reno's thigh. He felt the redhead's teeth sink into the thick muscle of his neck as he reached over Rude's hip and took hold of his dripping cock, sliding his calloused hand along its length.

The double stimulation made Rude curse, unable to decide if he should press back into Reno's thrusting hips or forward into the slick hole of Reno's hand. He could feel his orgasm building in his loins, and was amazed he'd been able to hold it back as long as he had. Reno's labored breaths were ghosting over his ear in time with the wet slapping sound of their hips coming together. His hand slid over Rude's length, jerking him off with a frantic roughness that told Rude he was close as well.

"You're so fucking tight, Rude," Reno groaned in his ear. "Fucking hell you feel so good, even better than I expected." He hardly heard what he was saying; the words were just pouring out of him as he pounded into his lover, driving them both closer and closer to the edge. Rude gasped out something that sounded like encouragement, or maybe Reno's name, his fingers digging into Reno's thigh even harder—there would be bruises tomorrow.

Rude felt his orgasm from a mile away before it crashed over him, his body wound tight as his cock bucked in Reno's grip, right as the redhead whimpered out, "Oh, gods, baby, I'm so close," his movements growing jerky and uncoordinated. He hit Rude's prostate one more time, hard, and his hand squeezed Rude' erection one last time as it released thick white liquid over his fingers. Reno nestled his forehead in between Rude's shoulder blades where the head of the dragon tattooed on his back was. "Fucking hell," he wailed out as Rude tightened around him, and he buried himself deep one last time before going rigid, then coming hard with a full-bodied shudder.

They lay together panting for several minutes, still joined together, Reno's sticky hand still around Rude's softening cock. When he could move again, he wiped his hand on the sheets and pushed himself up on an elbow, feathering his fingers over Rude's hip. The bigger man's eyes were closed, his breathing still ragged.

"You okay, partner?" Reno asked softly, pushing back his ponytail, which was sticking to his sweaty skin. He pulled out gently, not missing Rude's slight wince, before pulling off the condom and knotting it, then tossing it into the trash.

Rude rolled onto his back, caressing Reno's chest with one hand, then pulling him down into a brief kiss. "Better than," he said, then winced again. "Just a little sore."

Reno leaned down to dig through his pants again, pulling out a potion and tossing it over. "Ain't gonna be much good in a fight if you're limping," he said with a wicked grin. Rude gave him a sour glance, but drank the potion anyways, sighing in relief when the ache lifted.

They lay back down, curled around each other, and Reno asked, "You nervous?"

"About tomorrow?" Rude considered. "Don't think so. If it's my time, it's my time."

Reno chuckled. "You ain't dyin' without me, partner."

Rude smiled to himself. "Our time, then."

"Damn straight." Reno's voice was sleepy. "Don' think I wanna die yet though. Not when the sex is that good." He turned over, tugging until Rude moved to spoon against his back, his arm loosely around Reno's waist.

"This is okay?" Rude asked, careful as always of Reno's phobia.

"S'fine," Reno slurred, sounding as though he would pass out at any moment. "I know it's you."

Rude buried his face in the back of Reno's neck, smelling his musky sweat smell and feeling the softness of his hair there. It was still early and they hadn't eaten dinner, but he was tired enough not to care. "I love you," Rude said into his neck, stroking Reno's hip with his hand.

Reno shifted a little, pressing closer, his guards down from tiredness. He mumbled something that suspiciously sounded like "Love y'too," and Rude smiled, closing his eyes.