I've read some fics that some of the characters have a tolerance for alcohol and other substances because of the mako. In my world, that is not the case because it's just really funny to see Sephiroth slobbery ass drunk. Sure, mako make the hangover headache go away, but not to alcohol. No sir. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this little fic about getting trashed for the first time! SephxReno (Random I know)

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The Devil's Brew

"Eh Rude, wanna have some fun tonight?" a red headed boy muttered, putting a lit cigarette to his lips and shooting a sideways glance to his bald-headed partner sitting in the office chair next to him in the Turks lounge on the 65th floor of the ShinRa building.

The bald Turk pushed his ever-present sunglasses up his straight nose and leaned back into his seat, a thoughtful expression gracing his solid features.

"Sure, whatcha thinkin' about…"

"I wanna have a party at my place, but I have a special guest in mind," Reno replied, a wickedly mischievous glint in his mako ringed blue eyes.

"Really? Who is it Reno?" Rude replied, his interest piqued.

"Hehe! You'll never believe it, but Sephiroth's never had a drop to drink in his life! He's as green as the 1000 gil bill I have in my pocket! I was just thinkin' that we could… well… introduce him to the wonders of alcohol," the young Turk snickered, scratching his bare chest hanging out from his open shirt and leaning foreword in his seat.

"Wow… I'm actually excited." Rude replied, cracking the slightest of smiles while Reno leaped to his feet, tapping his EMR against his thigh.

"Let's round up the others then."

O0o

Reno, if anyone, was the master at invitations and the art of conversation, and knew just how to ask Sephiroth to his party without offending the cold man. He stood watch at the hallway outside the elevator holding two large bottles of rum until he saw the angelic general emerge from his office and glide down the hall. Then, like a melody in time, he stepped out into the hall and walked toward Sephiroth, knocking into him on purpose.

"Excuse me Reno…" Sephiroth cooed, his voice like liquid silver as he helped Reno get his balance with one strong hand on the other's waist.

"Hey, no prob man! Oh! I'm havin' a party at my house after work, wanna come hang?"

Sephiroth grinned, a pink flush tinting his deathly pale cheeks. No one ever asked him to go anywhere, and even if it was a trick, he didn't care.

"Sure, I'll meet you then," he purred, smiling and tilting his head ever so slightly, gaining a salute and wink from the lewd redhead.

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Sephiroth stood at the dark wooden door to Reno's apartment, hands behind his back and heart tugging at his chest. The general really didn't know what to expect, and in the moments that lingered in between when he rang the doorbell until it finally opened were filled with excitement and uncertainty. Then the door finally opened exposing a Reno with a wide grin on his face and a red tie around his head.

"Yo! You made it! Come on in we're just getting started!" he cried, wrapping an arm around the general's shoulders and forcefully leading him into the room that smelled like a sweet something Sephiroth couldn't put his finger on.

The room was furnished with cheap leather couches and a low department store coffee table. The blinds were pulled shut and there was a hallway that led to a kitchen and bedroom. Also, inside he met very familiar faces that he wouldn't expect to be here. Tseng was sipping Irish coffee on the couch and Rude was next to him holding a wine glass. He nodded to the general and offered him a seat, which he cordially took. In a ratty brown armchair perched Rufus, sipping on a small glass of rum and coke. He grinned and brushed his golden hair back with three fingers. However, Reeve was curiously absent from the party. In the corner of the room was a huge stereo that was playing the hit radio station quite loudly. Apparently Reno knows where his priorities lie.

"Here Seph, have a drink! It's good, trust me!" Reno cheered, filling a glass with a generous amount of rum and handing it to Sephiroth, who received it gingerly.

"Yeh! Take a big drink!" the blonde across the room egged on, grinning maliciously.

Sephiroth gazed about the room at all the faces smiling back at them, then sighed and tipped the glass back, downing it all in one gulp. It tasted good at first, then a fire light in his throat and he fell into a coughing fit. He shook out the feeling and set the glass on the table.

"Wow, that was… oh my God…!" he sputtered, leaning onto Rude for support.

"Have another…"

As Sephiroth enjoyed another glass, Reno leaned over and whispered to Rude.

"Hehe, he's greener than I thought! Once we get him fuckin' trashed… we can maybe…"

"Do what?"

"Something that we could never dream of doing otherwise…"

o0o

Two bottles of rum and three cases of beer later, Rude was passed out on the floor with the lampshade on his head and Tseng was shaking his ass on the kitchen counter. Their laughter drowned out the music in the living room.

They weren't the only one's having a great time though. All inhibitions cast aside by the devil's brew, Sephiroth was pinned up against the fridge by a just as dunk Rufus and Reno moaning almost as loud as Tseng was singing to his favorite song.

"I'M Every Womannnnn!' Tseng bellowed, knocking the blender off the countertop.

"Ah, Tsheng! Shut the FUCK uhp!" Rufus retorted. He picked up a TV remote off the floor and threw it at him, but he dodged, gracefully as usual, and it ended up smashing a row of glasses. Sephiroth giggled stupidly as he saw four controllers fly across the room.

"Damn…" the silver haired beauty wondered, but was cut off by a forceful kiss from the vice-president. Reno chuckled and worked on un-belting Sephiroth, who already had his shirt and coat off and discarded on the coat rack. This drink was a miracle that made the heat between his legs twice as burning and made him long for touches from these two like they were the only lovers in the world. Out of impulse he pulled the blonde closer to him forcefully, moaning as their bodies and lips touched again.

Before he knew it, some force knocked Rufus down and strong hands lifted him by the ass roughly then flopped him on a bed. Above him, the world was spinning and his vision fogged so he could only barley make out the outline of a shock of red and a crimson snake that flowed down a shoulder. Sephiroth felt fingers entwine with his own and warm breath brushing by his neck. Then at the same moment those alcohol scented lips pressed against his graceful neck, the thrust he took spread pain that quickly turned to pleasure. The room was swirling so much he had to close his eyes before he got nauseous.

Clinging to the Reno's toned, sweat dampened sides and wincing every time the back of his neck crashed against the headboard, Sephiroth arched his back to meet the other's chest, begging for more and more. Then, just as soon as it started, the world converged on Sephiroth into a swirling pool of black soupy darkness. Even after the general had passed out from the booze, Reno cuddled up to the sleeping angel, smoothing a damp strand of spun moonshine from his face, and lit a cigarette, watching the smoke vanish into the darkness.

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The next morning, Sephiroth passed the Turks room and caught a glimpse of Reno slumped over his desk holding his head and groaning quite loudly. He steadied his pile of files and turned into the office, slamming the papers down on Reno's desk. The redhead leapt awake then gave the general a lopsided grin.

"How ya… feelin Seph?" he wheezed, tapping on his temples.

"Fine feeling fine…" he mused, even though the bruise on the back of his neck hadn't healed quite yet.

"Great…."

Sephiroth turned to walk out, then lingered at the doorframe and looked back at Reno with a sly grin.

"I wonder who's green now?"

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Seems the little but of mako the Turks get isn't enough to stave away the hangover! Seph gets the upper hand again!