Whew. Rude shook his head. The last of that drink went down a little harder than he anticipated. Maybe he needed a little food in his stomach...? Nah. It'd been a long time since Rude had gotten completely wasted, not that he planned on it. It was more of a 'Reno should drive' thought as he eyed the drink he'd purchased for the redhead.
"You drinking that?" he asked, nodding to the concoction that still had fog rolling off its rim.
"Yeah, need ta take the edge off tha pain a little, yo. Magic's all well an' good for knockin' tha shit outta people, and it's also good for when other care's not around, but magic healed wounds PULL, yo!"
With a grunt, Rude nodded towards the bartender, gesturing with his hands for another four shots of tequila and another of his death-by-alcohol-poisoning drinks.
Reno sat and drank his drink in silence, his mind going a million places at once, something not usually typical of him, but Hell, how many times does he nearly DIE 3 times in a week?
Rude was feeling pleasantly intoxicated. Not drunk, but there was a pleasant buzz thrumming through his head. He reached out, pulling Reno's barstool closer to him. He then pulled a shot over, gesturing towards the bartender for the salt shaker and a few lemon wedges.
Reno also finally managed to attain a pleasent buzz, and pulled out his own private box, it had what few of the illicit intoxicants that could actually be flushed before they did a urine check. No more needles, but he did have a few grams of coke and one or two of the mako rocks. This place swam with dealers so one or two tweakers were never taken much notice of. He hadn't even touched the box in over a year, but this had been a crazed week.
He then downed the shot as well. He liked the Mako rock because it made him feel like he was able to take on a galian beast with no trouble, wonderful in case he wanted to start another fight or to deal with people like the bastard who had hit on him.
Rude raised an eyebrow for two reasons. The first: he thought Reno'd gotten rid of that box. However, he couldn't bring himself to say anything, especially with the way the week had gone thus far. The second: cocaine had always been, and will always be, his drug of choice. True, he was more of a dabbler now, only partaking maybe once or twice a year, if that. However, he found himself unconsciously eying the two little plastic baggies. Not that he would ask for a line or two. Rude made it a point to make sure Reno wasn't aware of his taste for the substance.
Instead, Rude picked up one of the lemon wedges and carefully placed it rind-first at Reno's lips.
When the redhead bit down, he gently tilted Reno's head to the side, licking his neck before shaking the salt shaker over the moisture. That done, he lifted his shot, making a toasting motion towards Reno before he licked the salt from his neck, downed the shot, then pressed his lips to the lemon wedge.
Reno gladly included himself in this tradition, anything to get a chance to have his mouth and other body parts on his partner. ..he pulled out a baggie, pouring out four lines and taking out two straws, lofting a brow. Again, there was very little Reno DIDN'T know about his partner. "Ya know they're not doin' checks for three more weeks, even if they can find facilities to do so, and it's unlikely considering how nasty this week has been not only for us but for the entire planet that we'd get more'n a slap on the wrist anyway."
"How did you...?" Rude asked. His body was moving completely unconsciously, muscle memory taking over as his hands pulled the largest gil bill out of his pocket and rolling it into a tube. Old habits, when they didn't die hard, never died at all.
"I saw ya eyein' the baggies, I',more observant than even YOU give me credit for." He smirks slightly, inhaling the first line with the relish only a tweaker could display.
Rude licked his pinky finger, touching the tip of it to one of the lines before putting it into his mouth. He shuddered, something Rude never did, smaking his lips a few times.
"Good shit," He said, already feeling his tongue starting to numb. It bothered him that he didn't even realize he'd bumped the line until after the fact, when he was rubbing the tip of his nose with his hand. It bothered him more how easily, and unconsciously, he'd dropped back into old habits.
"You're a bad influence," he muttered, shaking his head before taking a drink from his glass.
"I know, partner, and you're a good one, and yeah, prob'ly should throw this thing away. but Hell, The boss has some good shit. .. he don't mind if ya tweak a little as long's ya maintain and don't go apeshit and od before a mission, his druga choicie is the mako rock. ..bet ya didn't figure that's how he got the eyes, did ya? Ya Hojo messed with him 'smuch as he did with us, but he had the eyes even before that, from what somea the others have told me. I like the shit too, but only if I'm gonna be bustin' more heads. ..X and coke are m'choices if I'm gonna be ravin'. ..which I have every intention on doin' now."
Interesting what things came from people who'd nearly died more than one every day of the week and it wasn't even Friday. He did the other line without another comment, deciding that he could write it all off to his conscience as a moment of weakness that could be later atoned for.
"Don't like mako rock," he said, turning to Reno and smiling. It wasn't Rude usual smile; it was more of a smile he'd had when they'd first met, back in their seedier days. It was one part amusement, one part confidence, one part 'don't fuck with me', and three parts 'I get what I want, when I want it'. "Makes me mean... er."
"Nah, you ain't mean, yo. ..well, 'less ya count back when I had my little tantrum n'monday, but I deserved that"
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"You've never seen me tweaked on mako," he said, reaching out and taking a drink from his glass. The taste made his twitch a little, mixing with the numbing taste of the cocaine. He took a quick assessment of their conditions. "Guess we're not going anywhere else tonight, eh?" he asked, a slight slur making its presence known once.
"Nah, they got the best mosh pit on the eastern continant anyway, yo."
And with that he was slithering through the crowd, he was most certainly feeling no pain at the moment, and even with the blood on his clothes he looked good. His hips swaying in that indulgant and idolant manner they had when he was pleasently buzzed. He idly wondered if the boss had been tweaked out on the rock the time he'd done the redhead a fair amount of damage with that nasty temper he always held below the surface. Rude didn't know about that,and he'd be damned if he'd tell him, due to how protective he was, and the last thing he needed was him cashing in chips that were almost 6 years old now.
Yes, yes Reno did. And with the earlier mess cleaned up -- when did that happen? -- things were picking up at the bar. In fact, it was rather bumping. He watched Reno dance, something he rather enjoyed more than he would usually admit. There was a certain grace to the klutzy redhead at times, a grace that always ended up making Rude's pants feel a little too tight. As the alcohol and cocaine mixed in his bloodstream, Rude found himself leaning against the bar, smoking a cigarette, watching his partner with open-faced desire, and not giving a fuck who saw him.
"Get your hands off me, yo!" Reno's yell could be heard from across the bar, it was common knowledge to about all Shinra employees that the lanky Turk didn't like to be casually touched, something someone from outside the company wouldn't figure from how much he touched everyone else. The kid in question looked like he couldn't have been much more than 17, tall, even skinnier than Reno if that was possible, with a long, silky fall of silver hair and eyes that had a mako glow so bright he looked like his circulation was more mako than blood.
The cocktail in his bloodstream stopped Rude's usual response of assessing the situation, then kicking some ass. He was stalking over towards whomever had touched Reno with an obvious purpose of snapping him in half. HE was the only one allowed to touch the redhead, casually or otherwise.
Michael TW Kelley: The slender teen sneered. ..this man had NO idea who he was messing with. ..none at all. No, he and his brothers had not made themselves fully public yet, and they would not unlil all plans were laid. . .which would likely take a year or two. But he had no problem with coming into some of the more out of the way places to pick up some rock every once in a while. Then he'd seen the redhead, the slender, pretty redhead with the bright green eyes that also had a glow of mako to them, and something slipped into place. He wanted this delicious looking boy, oh yes did he.
With a snarl of "Mine," Rude grabbed Reno and pulled him against his chest, letting the redhead still face his offender. Rude's hand splayed over Reno's lower abdomen, dangerously close to groping, indicating by tone, word, and body language just who the redhead was going home to fuck. He stared definantly at the silver-haired boy.
Yazoo snarled back, yanking Reno out of Rude's arms with a force hard enough to nearly break them. .fuck, the kid was strong. ..almost too strong for that tiny body. . then Rude would remember rumors of them using Jenova enhancement on a few kids a few years back to the point where very little of THEIR DNA was still there.
Reno looked torqued, but he knew there was no way in HELL he was getting out of this kid's grasp unless he could take him off guard.
Rude cracked his neck and knuckles. "You wanna take it outside, bitch?" A brawler. He'd always been labeled as such: a brawler, a bruiser, a musclehead. Usually, he preferred to prove people wrong, instead giving off an air of quiet, cool reserved strenght. However, with everything from the week's evens to the drugs he'd just taken mixing in strange combinations in his system, he decided it was a good time to let what people thought of him be how he reacted.
Yazoo answered by giving Reno a kiss that damn near cut off his oxygen supply, then sneering back at the bald man. "Oh, this is your property, is it? " He then groped the slender redhead.
Reno after Yazoo had done that started struggling almost mindlessly, to which Yazoo responded with a punch to his jaw. .. That was that. ..the last bit of damage neccessary to send him up and over the wall and into limit. His skin began to glow a bit with a slight green color, crackling electricity lighting his skin in a bright aura.
Rude chuckled darkly, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender and stepping back. This was going to be good.
With a roar he let loose in a flurry of kicks and punches,electricity crackling around each limb. . .with each strike a bolt spell would be cast directly into the opponant, the level depending on how much reserve Reno still had left. In this case it was bolt 3, the alcohol and the cocaine having pumped his reserves to full. He layed into the silver haired youth with unbeliavable force, sending him flying back into a wall, laying against it twitiching. ..Reno's blood still buzzed but he knew when he crashed from his limit state, he'd do it HARD, limit breaks used up a LOT of energy.
Rude just stood back and watched, his eyes occassionally flashing behind his sunglasses and the tightness in his jeans occassionally twitching. Watching Reno in motion always got him worked up, more so with his current state.
"Anyone else want some, yo?" He watched everyone back off ecept the big black guy that ran with Cloud's gang. ..what was his name? Oh yeah, Barret.
Rude was most certainly not feeling like himself. Or, more accurately, he was feeling like the himself of his teenage years. He stalked towards Reno, purpose in every step. Once he reached the redhead, he pulled him tight against his body and claimed his lips, thrusting his tongue forcefully into Reno's mouth and grinding his hips against him. The marking of territory was evident to anyone with eyes.
Barret quirked a bit of a smirk. "I'm not here to lay claim to you or your boytoy, Turk. ..if I did anything with either of ya it'd be something totally different. and I would like nothin' more than to empty my gun arm into both of you right now."
He lifted said arm, the glint of vengeful fury in those dark eyes evident. "He destroyed my home, killed almost everyone but my daughter that I give a damn about, an' she'd be dead too if Aeris hadn't gotten her out. Neither of you deserve to breathe the air, but he's even worse. . .he LAUGHED while he pushed that button."
Rude saw the change come over Reno, a change he knew very, very well. Instead of holding in a gesture of possession, Rude changed his grip to hold Reno back.
Reno was not to be held back, though. ..the lightening still racing over his form as his fury pumped his reserves into overload. ..his eyes narrowed in the sort of fury one very rarely saw from him. He yanked himself free from Rude's arms and with a loud roar DOVE at Barret, very much intent on tearing the man limb from limb with his bare hands right at the moment. But instead he gave Barret enough of a shock to stun him for a few moments. "You listen, and you listen good, you stupid muscleheaded, shoot first ask questions later fuck. . .You think I WANTED to kill everyone I'd ever known prior to donning the blue suit? Well fuck you! I laughed because it was that or lose my fucking mind! They were going to force me to KILL my own partner if I didn't follow thieir orders. Use your fucking eyes and brain before you pass judgement, asshole!" he then got up, curling into his partner.
Rude was... well, shocked would have been an understatement. Reno didn't talk about the plate dropping, and Rude didn't ask, figuring it was something the redhead needed to work out himself.
Reno shuddered as he leaned against Rude's chest, finally beginning to come down out of limit, which on the one or two occasions he had hit he had come down with shaking limbs and the last time when he had gone all out he had passed out and been unconscious for a full day afterward while his reserves recovered. His eyes flickered open and closed in a way that indicated it might be the case here, the aura dying off. He'd shocked himself with his outburst too, but then again he was always freer with his speech in that state, Now though. ..now he was crashing.
Rude shot Barret a look that said if the man wanted to continue harassing Reno, he would have to go through Rude first. He carefully helped Reno back to the bar, ordering him another drink. A little alcohol never hurt after the crash.
"You okay?" he asked.
Reno nodded but his eyes rolled back and he fell off the stool, passed completely out
Barret turned and began to stride out "Unlike you Turks, I don't attack a man when he's weakened."
Rude checked Reno, making sure that he'd just passed out, not passed away. It was becoming something he worried about more as the week progressed.
"Guess that's calling it a night," he muttered, collecting their things, hefting Reno into his arms like he were carrying his bride over the threshold, and walking out the door after a nod to the bartender.
Elena met them in the hallway as they came back in, she'd been getting Em a glass of water, the glass hit the ground, shattering in slow motion as she saw the two, bloodied, with Reno draped across Rude's arms bonelessly dangling. she let out a cry of startlement.
"No worries, Elena," Rude said, nodding thankfully as the girl opened the door to their room for him. He set Reno carefully on the bed, then watched as she stood in the doorway, question in her eyes. "We gave better than we got." Rude yawned, the cocaine buzz finally leaving him as the drowsiness of the alcohol took over. "See you in the morning." With that, not waiting for the girl to close the door and leave, he pulled his shirt over his head.
Elena nodded, but she tossed one more worried glance at her redhaired compatriot as she closed the door. Reno always had a tendency to overdo.
Rude stretched, most of the earlier feelings gone to reveal his normal demeanor. He looked down at Reno's sprawled form and felt a twinge of lust between his legs. MOST of them feelings were gone. Too bad Reno was out cold. With that thought, Rude finished stripping and laid down on the bed next to his partner, his hand gently fisting his arousal.
Even passed out he whimpered. the arousal from the cocaine and the use of his limit break obvious. . .unfortunatly he didn't have the enrgy to wake up. ..he was going to FEEL it in the morning.
He couldn't take advantage of his unconscious partner, regardless of how much he really, really wanted to. Instead, Rude turned to face Reno, tightening his grip on himself as he watched the redhead whimper and squirm slightly, as if someone were holding him down and teasing him mercilessly.
Reno begin writhing against him, the whimpering becoming more pronounced. he felt like he was out in the middle of space somewhere, stuck with his own arousal and nameless faces. ..his cock grinding into the bed and against the leather. ..some things even while not cognizant didn't change.. .he'd had to be drugged comatose not to take such actions when he was THIS hard.
Rude groaned, his still slightly addled brain finding Reno's helpless looking state rather nice to look at. Rather nice indeed. Add to that the whole image the outfit provided, mixed with a few of Rude's 'one night stand' fantasies and he knew, cocaine or not, he was going to be hard for at least an hour.
Reno with one last squirming whimper made it obvious what had happened as a light stain of white leaked out of the leg of the leather pants. ..Yes, Rude may hate changing the sheets, but he didn't care at the moment.
Rude groaned loudly, his hand clenching around himself as he watched Reno. The redhead was beautiful, always. However, with those clothes... Rude had a fantasy about he and Reno meeting in a bar, as if the two of them had never met before in their lives, getting to know eachother's bodies with casual, flirting touches until they went back to a hotel room for a 'guilt free, one night stand.' Don't get him wrong, Rude loved Reno with all his heart, but he was a man, and sometimes he liked to fuck without all the lovey stuff, just for the sake of fucking. Not that he'd tell Reno that, unless the redhead asked.
As his eyes fold open they are glassy, muzzy, as they always are after such an experience. "Rude?"
Rude groaned. The way Reno said his name, even if Rude weren't already hard, he would have been in an instant.
"Have a nice dream?" he asked, rolling himself onto the redhead and pressing their hips together.
Reno grunted "Guess I did, m'll sticky, yo."
"I know," Rude said, still keeping their hips in line. He wanted nothing more than to just grind against Reno until his seed splashed on the redhead's pants as well. But he knew that were he to try in Reno's still slightly disoriented state, he was likely to both mentally/emotionally scar his partner, but also possibly make him flip.
Reno wrapped himself around Rude now. .once he'd awakened from a crash his libido was nearly limitless
Rude moaned, loving the feel of his partner pressed against him. He grabbed Reno, rolling them over so the redhead lay on top of Rude.
"Strip," he commanded, pausing for a moment before adding. "But leave the face chain."
Reno did what he asked, his head still spinning while his nose was full of the musky, wonderfully sweet scent of his partner.And as soon as all of his plans came to fruition. ..his husband. He smiled softly, just thinking about tying himself to someone like Rude for life made his loins tingle even more.
Rude looked at Reno, really looked at him. He had to admit that the redhead really was truly beautiful from a shallow, looks-only standpoint. Not that Rude didn't think Reno was beautiful on the inside, but at the moment, his erection housed his brain. Rude could see why his partner got so many more-than-casual looks whenever they went... well, anywhere. A soft moan fell from his lips as he felt the smooth skin of his lover shifting above him.
Reno simply used his own semen to lube himself. ..first tasting it, yes teasing, lips tilting in a sensuous manner. once he had done that he simply made sure there were no barriers in his way and drove himself onto Rude's length without stretching himself at all with a roar of arousal. . .one would never know such a large sound could come from such a slender body. ..after just a few moments he was moving, . his body completely taking over, no taking it slow this time, he sought completion with something bordering on starvation..
All Rude could do was hang on for the ride... and watch. He loved watching Reno more than anything, watching his partner eat, sleep -- not so much, as sometimes he got bored -- and most of all, fuck. Reno was a being of pure sensuality, consciously or unconsciously, Rude wasn't sure, putting on a visual show just as much as a physical one.
He choked out Rude's name with his head thrown back, his face twisted into an expression of ecstacy that was so damn lovely to see, eyes half-closed, neck extended like a swan's, the pulse there fast, making the veins within stand out and twitch, his breath coming in hissing gasps and soft "o" sounds of pleasure as the magic button got slid over with every thrust. ..he reached back to cup Rude's balls with his fingers, steadying himself with the other hand, he would be able to see the muscles in the lean frame rippling with every movement.
Rude grabbed Reno's hips, so close to release he felt as if he could reach out and touch it. He thrust forcefully into the redhead, knowing his fingers were leaving bruises, marring that unmarked skin.
That was enough to throw him over, his face relaxing into that sweet, innocent, blissed out expression that was only achieved after a night of drinking, use of illicit substances and busting heads. He shuddered there above Rude for several long moments. ..body tensing and relaxing until he finally screamed out sharply as he spilled his seed on his own belly and then swayed dizzily. ..but he held there, not falling.
Watching Reno's orgasm was the catalyst that sent Rude barrelling over the edge as well. He cried out sharply, holding Reno onto him as he twitched inside him. After a few more twitches, he pulled himself from his lover and helped him lay on the bed.
Reno's eyes fluttered for several long moments, as he steadied himself. ..trying to catch his breath. . .."m'sorry I almost got us killed. .Hell, not jus' once but twice. ..silver haired bastard. ..shit."
Rude decided not to point out that Reno'd almost got him killed rather frequently, moreso over the past week. Probably not the best idea if he ever wanted to get laid again. Rude just settled on a shushing noise.
A scream sounded from next door, high, sharp, most definatly Elena's. That set Reno immediatly on alert.
All Rude wanted to do was pull the covers over his head and ignore the scream. He also wanted to ignore the fact that he was still hard, even though he knew it was the cocaine that did it. Elena's scream, though, could've been anything from a spider on the wall to an attack. Better to be safe than sorry.
Rude stood, grumbling as he wobbled just a little in his attempt to put his boxers back on.
As Reno entered the door he saw the boss on his knees with his eyes screwed up in agony, black ooze leaking from the back of his left hand and from his forehead into his hair, Tseng doing everything he could to comfort him.
A small voice in the back of Rude's head mentioned that seeing the President in such a state WAS a really good way to kill an erection. Rude's eyes sought out Tseng with unerring efficiency.
"Sir?" he asked, unsure of what was happening.
Tseng's face was strained...this was how it had happened with the children left in the destroyed city's streets. ..a few who had died within days of showing the first symptoms. ..
Rude didn't know what to do, and his brain was having a hard time keeping up with the alcohol in his system.
"Have you tried materia?" he asked, knowing that, with Tseng, he had probably already gone through all available healing methods.
"Yes. ..it's like the children we saw on the way in. .."
Rude had written the mysterious illness off as an unfortunate childhood disease... like chicken pox.
Rude knelt next to the President, trying to assess what was happening.
Rufus's eyes finally opened as the last of the fit ended, the bruises had stopped oozing and he lifted himself back into his wheelchair, adjusting his clothing.
"Sir?" Rude asked. "Are you... all right?"
It was strange, seeing the most powerful man in the world brought to his knees by a mysterious disease.
"Yes, yes, I am now, thank you." His tone was shaky, but beginning to regain some of its former command.
Elena spoke up, still visably shaken. "What... what was that, sir?
Tseng exchanged a glance with her, then she would remember the children in the city streets. ..
Rude stood, moving to stand by Reno. He placed his arm around the redhead. If the President could get this illness, what was stopping it from spreading to them?
Reno nodded, he knew what Rude was thinking, but they couldn't just abandon him.
Rufus cleared his throat. "Gentlemen," he looked over at Elena. "Lady." He paused, making sure he had their full attention. "I believe it is time for sleep. I will try not to have another attack and wake you all before morning. Elena, perhaps you should room with Reno and Rude."
"Are you sure they won't mind?"
"Laney, as insatiable as I normally am, I think I can hold out for one night."
Rude blushed. Sex talk. In front of their employer. Big no-no there.
Rufus chuckled. "I believe Rude will keep anything horrible from happening to you, Elena." Then, waving with his hand, he shooed them out of the room.
Tseng meanwhile began to dress him for bed. .. his face screwed up in worry. This was something only HE would ever be allowed to do. .sonething he'd done since Rufus was a young boy, because his mother had already been 2 years dead by then and his father did nothing but the making sure the boy was fed and bathed and taught.
Rude, knowing that Tseng and Rufus needed alone time, put an arm around Reno's shoulder and his other around Elena's. He escorted both of them back to his and Reno's room.
"What did you two DO in here?" she asked, face wrinkling at the overwhelming sex smell.
Reno chuckled "Well, we could show ya,but Rude's awful shy. ..Though I can get the tape o' the room after that meeting last month."
Oh yes, trust Reno to have those surveillance tapes backed up on disc. ..
"Reno!" Rude chided, going about trying to clean up their mess from earlier, along with trying to find a way to sleep Elena in the room without getting a cot or something.
" 'snot like she can't tell, ya know. .." He yawned sleepily, this time normal need to sleep instead of crashing from the use of his limit.
"I know that she knows what we do..." Rude started.
"Um, yeah. We heard you. Several times," Elena interrupted.
Reno headed for the bathroom, changing into the long pajama bottoms he wore to bed when other people were around, leaving his chest with the barely-healed gunshot wound exposed, moving his stiff arm around a few times he winced as it pulled at the tight tissue there.
Rude had succeeded in cleaning off the bed, still flustered. Once that was done, he pulled on his pair of black sweat pants over his boxers. Two layers were better than one.
"Oh, and you should be ashamed of yourself, Reno Tarshil, for not letting the doctors take you in, I have half a mind to tell Rufus you insisted coming back after having a cardiac arrest at the damn ba!"
Reno flushed red. ..it should figure Elena would have seen the paperwork, after all one of them had to sign off on it, and Elena more often than not was the one who ended up with the paperwork.
Rude sat on the bed, feeling a little ashamed himself for not wanting Reno to go to the hospital... again. He was just tired of seeing the insides of the damn buildings. A week of ins and outs would do that to you.
"Dammit, Laney, now I'll never hear the damn end of it! I just. .shit, I'da gone batshit bein' back in that place after. . ." and he quieted as Corneo's name nearly came to his lips again. ..there were some memories he didn't have the mental strength to relive yet.
"And he should give you Hell! You know how much you mean to all of us, ESPECIALLY Rude! If it had been me I would have ripped you a damn new one! Tseng wouldn't do something so stupid!"
"Elena," Rude said, his voice indicating that the girl should stop talking and listen to him. "Reno is just as tired of hospitals as I am. I understand why he didn't want to go. But that's HIS decision to make."
"He could have DIED there! hell, according to the report for five minutes he techinically WAS and if he hadn't spent 4 years of his life tweaking on that mako rock, he WOULD be!"
"We're Turks," Rude said, as if that explained everything. "Death is part of the job description."
He really didn't want to talk about Reno being technically dead for any length of time, nor did he really care to hear another lecture from the blonde mother hen.
Reno slammed his way into the bathroom, HE didn't want to think about what it would have done to Rude if they hadn't been able to bring him back, either. .with a roar of frustrated rage he punches the shower wall, the water wasn't running, he was just sitting in the stall. . .
When Elena tried to stand and follow Reno, Rude was already ahead of her and tossed back a commanding, "Sit." to the girl. He entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him and just looking at Reno. Where to start? Where to start?
Michael TW Kelley: Reno was breathing heavily, cursing himself for the million types of idiot he'd been that night. ..punching the walls until his knuckles bled.
"It won't do any good not to talk about it," Rude said, leaning against the small sink in the bathroom, folding his arms across his chest.
"Stupid, so damn stupid yo! I don't even wanna think about. . .shit about what it would do to you. ..an'. ..FUCK!" he punched the wall again, throwing his red bangs out of his face in a flustered manner.
"That's no excuse to take it out on the wall," he pointed out, his tone even.
Rude knew exactly what they were talking about. However, instead of worrying about it, he chose to ignore the thought that Reno could die in favour of thinking about the living Reno. Dying was, as Rude was sure both he and Reno were well aware, part of being a Turk.
"Glad you can be so damn fuckin' calm all the time. ..Hell, YOU almost did, too. .." He KNEW he wouldn't have lived through it if the guy had succeeded in nailing Rude in the head like he'd originally planned. ..Rude and knowing how he would have drawn into himself again like he had been when they'd first met is a lot of what had helped him fight to come back. Whereas Reno would probably just have followed him, Rude would have stayed on. . .but he would have withdrawn, never have given his heart to anyone again for fear of being hurt again.
Rude really fought the urge to get snappy, really he did. However, after nearly dying more times than he cared to count and generally having the Shittiest Week Ever, he didn't fight for very long.
"Maybe you should try it sometime," He snapped, reigning himself back and keeping his calm pose and tone. "In case you forgot, you're a Turk. I'm a Turk. We both knew getting into this just what could be the worst case scenario."
He looked up at Rude, face showing shocked hurt for just a few moments, then he got up and walked out, looking back for just one moment. "You knew what you were getting into with me, too. .."
Oh yes, there was the good cap off to the shittiest week ever. ..having the one person you love enough to lay your life down for tryinng to tell you that you aren't good enough for them just the way you are.
"Reno!" Rude yelled, turning to follow the redhead but stopping. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. "Goddammit!" He yelled, trying his hardest not to punch through anything in the hotel. He stormed towards Elena, trying to keep his voice even as he spoke to her. "Elena," he said. "I need you to find my redheaded IDIOT and bring him back here, please. If I go look for him, I might just strangle him. So could you? Please?"
"Let me guess. ..he misinterpreted something you said like he sometimes does. .."
"Like he ALWAYS does," Rude mumbled, sitting down on the bed forcefully, placing his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. "Could you just... I don't want to make it worse," he finished, looking pleadingly at the blonde.
"Allright. ." She strode outside to find him sitting on his bottom with a smoke in his hand, looking almost FORLORN.
"Laney dammit. ..please just leave me be. ..it's been a shitty fucking week, and the last thing I need is someone else forgetting that just because we're Turks doesn't mean losing someone we care about doesn't hurt."
Elena sat down next to him, taking his cigarette from his hand, taking a drag from it before replacing it in the redhead's hand.
"But Reno..." she said. "You DIDN'T lose him. Rude's in there beating himself up because he didn't mean to hurt you."
"Yeah, well I manage to hurt HIM all the time. ..I want so much. ..for things I'll never have because this is all either of us know how to be. And. ..well fuck. ..Nothin's permenant, right? Why do you think the boss an' Rude were my first relationships that lasted past a week tops?"
"You and... Tseng?" Elena asked. Being the newest Turk, she wasn't caught up on all the office gossip yet.
"Nope. ..me and the BOSS boss. ..hell Tseng would kill me if we ever. "Ít was before he and Tseng got hot n' heavy o'course."
"Oh..." Elena said, then looked directly at Reno, shock evident on her face "What?"
"You didn't know me n' Rufus. .." He chuckles lightly now. "Was 6 years ago, an' the breakup was kinda nasty.
He lifts his bangs to show a tiny scar just above his right eye. "That's a souvaneir o' the breakup. If Rude knew he'd be pissed, so I ain't tellin' him. ..it was just after I joined."
Elena nodded. That was just TOO weird for her tastes. So instead of asking for more details, she chose to go back to what Reno'd said earlier.
"What kinds of things don't you think you'll have with the big guy?" Elena asked. "He'd do anything for you..."
"Family. ..but I ain't askin' 'cause I know how he feels. .. and takin' into account the past week I'm beginnin' ta see his point."
"You already have a family," Elena said gently. Her next words could be taken one of two ways, and she was hoping for the good one. Either he was going to tell her it wasn't what he meant, or he was going to agree with her and things would be okay. "WE'RE your family, more importantly, RUDE'S your family."
Reno just sighs, dropping his smoke to the ground and snuffing it out. "I know. ..but it ain't the same as knowin' someone's there to carry on after you're gone. . .badside of it is leavin' 'em while they still ain't able to fend for themselves. .."
Áin't that I'm afraida dyin'. ..'smore I'm afraida bein' forgotton. ..once you guys are gone. ..whose gonna be around that'll remember who I REALLY was aside from the badass Turk and the Butcher of Sector Seven?"
"Reno..." Elena sighed. "Look, in my family, there's Turks as far back as anyone can remember. BUT, no one looks back at great-great-great aunt Samantha and says 'Oh, she liked her toast with grape jelly.' No. They say, 'Great-great-great Aunt Samantha was a Turk. Her son was a Turk.' and so on and so forth." She sighed again, realizing that she didn't really have a point. "Reno, you can only do what you think is best. And right now, Rude is the best thing for you. You two... complete each other. I couldn't imagine you two NOT being together. Do you understand?"