Okay! This drabble picks up where Reflecting Back left off.
This is Yaoi flavoured drivel sprinkled with a touch of lime. If the mere thought of boys getting hungry for each other makes you want to vomit… maybe you should give the search engine another spin.
I don't own any of these characters… I just enjoy watching them jerk on the ends of my puppet strings! Mhwa-ha-ha-ha!!!
Cloud's POV
This morning was busy and filled with deliveries. It's a blessing to have so much to do, because I don't have time to think about anything else. Yet this good thing has an abrupt end coming soon. The afternoon and evening hours are all wide open. Normally, I would be glad for the chance to go home, have a few beers and zone out in front of a movie. However, today no such thing will be possible.
Tifa and I have been having a few problems and she wants me to spend the time with her. The fact that I'm not thrilled about the prospect of spending a whole afternoon trying to communicate with her should say a lot about our issues. She's been very critical of me lately and I'm sharper than I mean to be as a result. I know she wants to smooth things over with me and carry on like it doesn't matter, as though a few words will magically fix it. Pretending that the tension growing between us doesn't exist won't help.
To keep the peace I agree to sit though these meetings. She talks to me about what we need and I listen to her talk. I know the lack of input on my part frustrates her, but there's one thing about Tifa that I know for certain. If you disagree, then keep your damn mouth shut. Honestly, I will admit that something has to change in our relationship; I'm just not certain more verbal sparring is the thing we need the most right now. A few days ago we tried that and the fight we got into was epic. Good thing the kids weren't around.
Speaking of that fight, lets talk about Reno, the human headache. Less than an hour after my argument with Tifa; everyone's favourite red head intercepted me. Is the sarcasm coming through clearly enough? All I wanted was to go for a ride by myself and being mocked by the Turk had been too much to take. Having said that, I freely admit I have no real excuse of any kind for my actions. Although I don't like Reno, I've already decided an apology is in order.
That brings me back to my current situation. I'm on my way back to Seventh Heaven, I need to settle my score with the Turk and I have no desire to spend any time with my girlfriend.
Before dealing with Mistress Mom, I need a long shower. The hot water over tense muscles is soothing and tends to make everything seem less dire. Closing my eyes I can think about what I'm going to say to Reno when I see him. I still haven't figured this part out, yet. I can recall the feel of the red head beneath my hands and the way he tightened around me...
Slipping my hand around my hardening flesh, I thought about the Turk. Recalling his cries of pleasure, I began panting softly; seeking release. Needing it. Bracing myself against the tile wall, my cries were guttural and sharp. The knock at the door broke me out of my sensual daze.
"Cloud?" Tifa, once again, unable to just let me enjoy myself in peace. I'm sure she knows what I'm doing in here. "Uhm… do you need anything…"
"No, I have everything I need already."
The silence following this statement actually made me uncomfortable. We both know our relationship is slipping. Lately I've been satisfying my desires in the porcelain closet rather than endure the dutiful obligation our lovemaking has become. It's just one more thing that I don't wanna talk about. As the sound of her footsteps retreating reached my ears, I stepped from the shower, already planning my escape.
I knew that leaving the house undetected wasn't going to happen, so I sought out Tifa directly. She was in the kitchen, from which one can view every exit to our abode with relative ease. She smiled hesitantly as I approached; ready to launch into act one of The Talk.
"I'm going out. I won't be back tonight."
Her smile froze on her face. She took a moment to process what I'd said before her expression became lethal.
"You're going out? Cloud, you agreed to talk me!"
I was finally bone tired of it. The increasing sensation of living a scripted life, the total lack of any remaining romantic feelings… and the positive need to go fuck someone else. I thought of Reno and my body felt hot and raw in moments. I know he's a man but right now I couldn't care less.
"Tifa, I agreed to hear you say the same thing you say every time we 'talk'." I rubbed my neck and sighed softly. "I don't wanna do this anymore. Just send me the memo, okay?"
Reno's POV
Stepping out of the shower, the first thing I want is a scotch on the rocks. Follow up that drink with some mindless TV and some major doing nothing on my couch and it's a five star evening in the making. Settling into my spot on the well-worn furniture and flicking on the tube is just what I need.
It's been one hell of a weird week, yo. Pushing Strife's buttons was a lot of fun, although this time I really paid for it. I wasn't able to sit comfortably for two or three days after he took me in a back alley over a crate. I guess I'm lucky I didn't get a sliver. Truthfully I'm not sorry it happened. I wasn't expecting Cloud to actually fuck me, even though I can't say I didn't want it. If I'm honest with myself, I've wanted him for awhile now.
You know, I was sure that guy was straight and frigid as hell on top of it. Looking back on that evening, though, I may have to revise my opinion. Sure he was angry, but I know he liked it. Sure it hurt, but I know I liked it. What the man needs is a lesson in finesse, or perhaps a bottle of lube? I licked my upper lip and grinned, the thing he really needs is to ditch the bimbo with the boob job.
As I've said before, Tifa and I don't get along well; so the idea of stealing the blonde from her appeals to me. The idea of bending Cloud over my office desk and screwing him until he can't walk also appeals to me. With a face that pretty and a body that hot, it'd be a darn shame if somebody wasn't. Sure I'm scum, top grade quality Turk scum; read my ShinRa label.
I exhaled heavily and kept channel surfing. A knock on the door drew my attention to my half-dressed state. My hair hung loose and damp over my back and shoulders and I was wearing my jogging pants. Yup, I was the next thing to naked when I answered my front door to find Cloud Strife on the other side of it.
Leaning against the doorframe I looked him up and down slowly. He was blushing and trying desperately not to look me over. He was also failing miserably which only heightened my curiosity and made me want to jump him.
"What brings you here, babe?"
The blonde scowled, "Don't call me 'babe'!"
The corners of my mouth lifted, showing the points of my canines. Cloud swallowed hard and attempted to answer the question. "Uhm… I came to see if you're alright." He averted his eyes for moment before continuing. "I wanted to apologise."
I was darkly amused. The Almighty World Hero felt bad for giving it to me rough. Either that or felt terrible for enjoying it. Knowing him, it's probably both. I stepped toward him, smiling with malicious venom. He raised his eyes to my face, now mere inches from his own. Licking my teeth, I held his startled blue gaze. "Feel bad you liked it, Strife?"
His eyes opened wider than I'd ever seen them and then his whole expression turned feral and dangerous. "No! I mean… uh… I'm sorry I…" He trailed off, unable complete the sentence.
The malevolence in my smile deepened. I was aroused and wondering if I was going to get laid, hospitalised or some of both. Unable to resist baiting the guy further despite the risk, I turned back towards my apartment. Tossing my hair across by back and swaying my hips a bit more than necessary, I tried for a seductive tone.
"Have a drink with me Strife, I know you want to."
Shooting a glance of pure evil at him, I went inside and made a second drink. I wasn't sure if he'd followed me until I heard the door close and the soft squeaking of my sofa springs. Joining Cloud on the couch I handed him the scotch and watched him drink it. Admiring his lips and throat as he swallowed convinced me to push my luck. Leaning forward I ran one hand casually up his thigh.
"Apology accepted." I purred. "Now tell me why you're really here."
Cloud put his glass down and stared at me incredulously. "Don't you ever shut up?"
"No. Not usually."
He growled in his throat and pushed me onto my back. "Let me help you with that." Then he crushed his lips against mine and I gotta tell ya… it was a long time later before I had anything remotely coherent to say.