Reno gave a hitching gasp before turning him over onto the bed, sticking his head between Rude's cheeks. ..his tounge finding that tight entry, licking around the outside. "fuck you taste so good. .."
Rude squirmed. Feeling Reno's tongue there was nice, but tickled just a little. He felt the muscle flick over his taint, and he cried out, pressing his hips into the bed. He felt Reno's tongue press there again, and within breaths he was gasping for the next one.
Reno smiled. "Does that feel good, yo?" before diving back into it, the smile the dark flesh hid cheeky as all get out. The motions of his tongue slowed down.
"Fuck," was all Rude could say, and say was a rather relative term. It was more of a vocalisation of a quickly expelled breath. He was torn between pressing himself against the bed to alleviate the pressure and pressing back against Reno for more of that delicious feeling.
Reno then turned him over, mouth diving to his cock with a hunger few could muster, all teeth and tongue, little mewling moans rising up. .this was the day he'd awaited for so many years. ..he was going to lay claim once and for all. Rude was HIS, his, and no one else or nothing else could have him.
Rude just groaned. He was lost in the whirlwind sensations that were his redheaded lover. And Reno was keeping the rhythm just erratic enough to keep Rude from getting off too soon.
"Whose are you?" He whispered. "Say it. . .whose husband and lifelong mate are you now?"
Rude groaned an incoherent noise. He writhed. It was almost all he could do. Almost.
"Yours," he ground out, voice sounding terribly hoarse.
Reno smiled, putting his arms around the big man as he laid claim once again, driving him home with no preamble and despite the tiny electric shocks of pain that accompanied it, it felt so good. "and I'm yours, yo. .. "
Rude's eyes slammed open. He wasn't even aware that they were shut. His mouth worked, but no sounds came out. He was either in excrutiating pain or unbelievable pleasure. Guess which one was the cas
Reno's soft moans echoed in the room.. .he felt like he was ggoing to simply float away. "God. .." his head tilted itself back, exposing that pale, elegant throat. "you feel like heaven. .."
Rude growled, unsure where the noise exactly came from. More. He needed more. He flipped them over so Reno was on the bottom, not disconnecting their union in doing so. He pressed deeply into the redhead, loving the way he squirmed. He moved quickly, thrusting in and out of his lover with strong, purposeful strokes.
Reno's breath became tiny gasps, fresh mewls of pleasure rising from the slender form. .."gods. .."
A loud shout was the only warning Reno got before Rude's cock spasmed inside him, the large man coming powerfully and pressing so deep it would seem he were trying to climb into the redhead's skin.
Reno too screamed. ..that echoing screech of pleasure ringing from him as he painted the bedsheets white. .. body twitching.
Rude collapsed, the driving power of his orgasm leaving him the equivalent of a pile of mush.
Reno laid his head into Rude's chest, "You're mine. ..I'm yours. ." the wonder in his voice held an awed tinge to it. "Gods, I love you."
"Love you, too," Rude muttered, still trying to get his brain back into functioning order. He wasn't even concerned about the dirty status of the bedsheets... yet.
Reno's eyes fluttered, closing gently, exhaustion taking him into its folds. "Wonder.. how long it'll be until Tseng and the boss are like this?"
"Soon," Rude said hoarsely. He knew that, if by some miracle, Rufus' illness were cured, it would be approximately less than one hour afterwards that he and Tseng would be screwing like minks.
... Minks? He was definitly hanging out with his lover too much, picking up some of his speech patterns... but only mentally.
"Never thought it would turn out that way. ..never thought the boss would get sick, either. ..shit. ..always thought he was immortal."
Rude shook his head, indicating that he really didn't want to go down that path of thought. They would find a miracle cure. They would. Even if it took forever, they would find it.
Reno was finally quiet, body twitching against Rude's chest as his face settled into a soft, exhausted smile.
Seeing that the subject was dropped, Rude nodded once to himself before giving in to the sleep tugging at his senses. He was exhausted, mentally and physically.
The next morning he awoke slowly. ..hazily. ..lights clicking on slowly inside his head. .. one of them being that his stomach was growling fiercely.
Rude was already up, dressed in boxers and attempting to figure out how to operate their hotel room's coffee pot. At least the hotel offered premium blend coffee grounds.
"Button on the right, yo." was all Reno said, his eyes still closed and lids still heavy with sleep.
Rude pressed said button and, wonder of wonders, the bitter smell of coffee started coming from the little white machine. Rude lit a cigarette, leaning against the little kitchenette as he waited for his morning lifeblood.
Reno's eyes finally fluttered open as the smell of the elixer of the gods filtered into the room. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, last night had been without dreams, a good thing, in his mind.
Rude stared at the coffee pot, willing the last drops to finish dropping so he could pour him and Reno a cup.
"Come on," he muttered, taking another drag from his cigarette.
" 'm'sore, yo. ..but a good sore. ..a sore that says we're each other's." He stretched like a cat, sitting up in the bed stark naked, and not caring.
Rude looked up and offered Reno a sleepy smile, pointedly giving his redhead the once over before going back to staring at the coffee pot.
Finally! He surpressed the whoop of happiness as he poured a mug for himself and one for Reno.
Reno took the mug with a nod, sipping the dark liquid, he normally didn't take it black, but he needed the boost this morning. He was, in a word, exhausted.. but it was getting better.
Rude added his customary cream and sugar until the black liquid looked more of a tan colour. He took a large gulp, then smiled that wonderful smile that was reserved for either post orgasmic bliss or coffee.
"Morning," he finally said.
"morning. ..tiring week, yo. .Can't believe it. ..friday was that mission that exploded in our faces. ..Saturday Corneo, monday Meteor. ..Tuesday we find out the boss is sick. ..but now. ..now we're married. ..fuck. .."
"Regrets?" Rude asked, finishing his cigarette and coffee. He knew Reno wouldn't have any, but it never hurt to ask.
"None yo. ..just. .fuckin' whirlwind, tryin' ta procress it all."
Rude nodded, padding his way towards the bathroom. What with not cleaning up after their activities the night before, he was feeling kind of sticky and gross.
Reno followed, grunting as he tried to run his fingers through his hair and it was clumped.
Rude turned the water on, happy to stand under the spray for at least a few minutes while he waited for Reno to join him.
Reno steps inside, as the spray hits he sighs in contentment. ..the water feel sos wonderful.
Rude went about their usual shower routine, shampooing and conditioning Reno's hair, then washing them both. There wasn't so much desire in that touch as much as... comfort. He wasn't touching to arouse, he was touching to just be close to the redhead. It was nice.
"Rude...what's gonna happen to us now?" It was a thought which had played on his mind since Shinra had fallen to pieces in front of their eyes. "If the boss DOESN'T get through this. ..how are WE supposed to rebuild? I don't understand why he has so much faith in us."
Rude shrugged. He wasn't really sure of anything anymore, after the week they'd had. Well, anything other than Reno. And the thought of that made him laugh. To think, the only person he was sure of was the same person who tried his hardest to be totally unpredictable. He chuckled again, shaking his head as he finished rinsing them off and shut off the water.
"I just. ..don't know if I can do this. ..'slot of responsibility. . ." He hated how sometimes his mind just wouldn't let things go.
"You can," Rude said, stepping onto the bathmat and wrapping a towel around his waist. "And you will." He handed Reno the other towel as he moved to brush his teeth. It was verbatum what Reno always told Elena whenever the blonde thought she couldn't make it through whatever mission they were on.
He smiled softly, then shook his head, "I'm no leader, yo. ..not like HE is. ..He's gonna be the great white God when this is said and done, alive to appreciate it or not. Somea his money has been goin' into tryin' ta rebuild and help the kids the company indirectly hurt."
You're more of a leader than you think," Rude said around his toothbrush. He remember how much Elena had looked up to Reno, her chastising him occuring only because he was so high on that pedistal she placed him on.
Reno again smiled, cheeks pinkening a bit at the praise. People always thought more of him than he did of himself, it had been that way since he'd been very young, a by-product of a destructive homelife with a father who had torn the kid down every chance he had.
Rude finished with his teeth, walking by Reno and pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek as he did so. He went towards their bags, searching for something to wear.
"What's on the agenda today?" he asked, figuring if he knew what they were doing, he could dress appropriately.
"Breakfast first. .then beach, yo. ..had dreamless sleep last night. ..gonna take advantage of a good night."
Rude nodded, pulling some sunblock out of his bag. He applied it everywhere, except his groin. It wasn't Costa Del Sol with its stretch of nude beaches, so he wouldn't have to worry about another sunburn THERE. He pulled on his loose swim trunks, bright orange with green piping at the bottom of the legs, and added a black tanktop.
Reno rustled through until he found his black thong bikini, slathering sunblock all over himself, he slid the thong on with a wide grin.
Rude knew exactly why Reno wore the thong. It was one part the redhead liking the attention it gave him and at least five parts him liking the way Rude possessively hovered over him.
"You're not going to breakfast dressed like that," he challenged.
"course not, gonna slide my shorts on over it. .. this is just for the beach."
His shorts? For the love of... not THOSE shorts. Rude was tempted on more than one occassion of doing laundry to just 'misplace' the piece of jean material that Reno called 'shorts'. The article of clothing was more holes than anything else.
Reno slid his well-worn shorts on, the ones with a strategically placed hole right over his right ass cheek.
Rude groaned. He had a very love/hate relationship with those shorts. Ah well. He couldn't chastise Reno for his clothing choices. He could, however, beat the daylights out of anyone whose gaze lingered a little longer than Rude deemed appropraite.
"Let's go," he said, putting on his sunglasses.
Reno's face ghosted a smile as they walked out onto the beach, something had him feeling fragile, even if he wasn't quite sure what it was, but he was doing his damndest to simply go one as if everything was normal.
Rude was as well. He knew Reno's unease by the set of the redhead's shoulders, and rather than ignore it, he just placed his hand in Reno's and walked them down the boardwalk. It was nothing like Costa Del Sol's boardwalk, but it was nice nonetheless.
He noticed a vendor selling chocolate covered frozen bananas. He nodded his head at the man's direction, asking, "Sound like breakfast to you?"
Reno nodded."Used ta love those things when I was kid. .."
Rude smiled, purchasing a pair of bananas from the vendor and leaving a few gil tip. He handed one to Reno, then took his free hand and led him towards the sand.
Reno settled himself into the sand, watching the people walk by. ..then someone he saw threw his mind for a loop. .. breath coming almost un naturally fast. ..that face, it was one that had haunted his dreams, though he hadn't had a place or time with which to have a frame of reference for it. . .until now. "Rude. ..he was. ." and he couldn't get the rest out, his throat closing up.
"Who was...?" Rude asked, surveying the 20 or so people already on the beach. He didn't see anyone familiar that could have caused Reno to do that.
Reno pointed at the dark haired man who looked to be just relaxing, two pretty girls, one on each side of him. ..and it would hit Rude then. ..it was the guard who'd held the big cats that day. .a scar between his eyes indicating he'd been injured during the explosion at that mansion. ..how had he escaped?
"You want him, or should I?" he asked, cracking his knuckles. He was wondering how many, if any, had escaped the explosion. There was something to be said about cockroaches afterall...
Reno answered the question with a roar and rush with his emr. .."You son of a bitch mother fucker. ..you are so damn lucky I haven't told my partner some of the things I've begun remembering about what you and your buddies did to me while I was drugged and tied up." The larger man didn't even have time to react as Reno swung the weapon, dealing blow upon blow,sending the women scattering in panic and screaming.
Rude just sat back, briefly admiring the girl who fled the scene minus her top. Sure, he was a married man, but that didn't mean he couldn't look, right? He kept his eyes and ears open, ready to step in if anything should happen to his redhead.
Reno took a vicious blow to the back of the head, happening so quickly as to leave him spinning to the sand "Would you like us to show him?" Reno suddenly was held down by his hair, and though it couldn't be seen from the back, except for the way the man's bikini briefs were bunched in the back, he had pulled the front down.
Rude was insanely glad for his strength, agility and extra training as he used all those to stand and bolt towards Reno and the man. He charged at them, moving far more quickly than he looked like he could. He was NOT dealing with shit like that on his honeymoon. When he reached the scum, he grabbed the man's hair and lifted him slowly, as if daring him to rip out his own hair.
Reno got up, shuddering, staring his demons right in the face. . .a flood of memories threatening to send him spiralling into panic, but no fucking way. ..instead, when he snapped it was in fury. ..an insane berzerker rage in which he beat the guy to death while Rude was holding him. ..then continued to beat on the corpse even after the man had obviously expired.
"Reno." Rude's voice was sharp and authorative as he dropped the new corpse he was holding. He did NOT want to have to subdue the redhead, especially with what was left of the people around. It might not end pretty.
Reno stood down, but that berzerker gleam still glittered in his eyes. ..his breath coming in ragged pants as if his control was so tenuous that the slightest impetus might push him to madness again.
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"Stay." Rude's command left no room for arguement. He picked up the corpse by the arms, dragging it off the sand and towards the boardwalk where the first police officer had arrived on the scene.
"What happened?" the man asked, eying Rude supiciously.
"Turk business," Rude grumbled, showing the man his ID.
Reno still stood there. ..he looked as if he was just WAITING for someone to make the mistake of touching him. . .he was tired of people taking advantage of him, and he'd kill the next one to do it.
The police officer scrutinized Rude's ID, sniffing once as he finally decided it was legitimate. "Well," he said, suspicious tone replaced by an almost haughty one. "What would you like done with the body, sir?"
Rude shrugged. "Get it off the beach. It's in my sun."
Finally the crash came and he fell onto his bottom, the rage bottoming out, a roaring sound filling his ears, darkness flickering around the edges of his vision, but he fought the urge to pass out with all of the strength he had.
THAT taken care of, Rude turned, walking calmly back towards Reno. When he saw the redhead collapse, he fought the urge to run to him. He was a Turk; Turks did not run like mothers running to their children who had a scraped knee. Okay, so Reno was experiencing something a little worse than a scraped knee, but still.
Reno's energy went into steadying his breathing and fighting back the noise which threatened to swallow him. . .nausea chewing at his belly, he leaned over, the banana he'd just eaten coming back up, his eyes went to Rude's, full of apology.
"Guess you're not hungry anymore," Rude said, trying to make lighter of the situation. He offered his hand to help Reno up. "How about a walk to clear your head?"
"Ya might need ta support me for a few minutes. ..tryin' not to pass out, yo."
Rude nodded, threading his arm behind Reno to wrap around his waist. He walked slowly, allowing Reno to set the pace as he headed towards a less populated area of the beach.
Reno as his vision finally cleared sat next to Rude. "I'm sure by their actions back there you already know what they did, yo. ..I was drugged at the time, so what I knew. ..was only in bits and pieces."
"Doesn't make it right," Rude said, making small sand hills with his feet. He loved the feeling of sand between his toes... must have been all those visits to aunts and uncles in Costa Del Sol and the small number of childhood years spent growing up there.
"No, it ain't. .. it's startin' ta resurface. ..'sgonna be a rough few days, but it's gotta come up an' out like everything else. You ready to deal with it?"
"Do I have a choice?" Rude asked. As soon as the words left his lips, he was certain Reno would mistake their meaning. He was aiming for saying that Reno was stuck with him, regardless of what happened. But, Rude knew that Reno would take them to mean that he felt trapped by Reno's emotional baggage.
"Rude man. ..never asked ya take on mah burdens, but I love the Hell outta you. ..I guess. . .what you're tryin' ta say is my burdens are yours too now, eh?"
"Exactly." Whew. Rude did not have Reno's ability to say exactly what he meant, working more in tone and directness than anything more flowery. He was glad that, for once, Reno understood exactly what he meant. He pushed his foot through the sand until it touched Reno's pale foot.
Reno nodded, a smile coming to his face as the urge to pass out faded completely. .. .he set his head on Rude's shoulder.
It was nice. It was like they had their own private stretch of beach. Rude interlaced his fingers with Reno's in the sand and just watched the waves gently roll in.
"Did I kill that fucker? I barely remember anything when I get in that stae."
"Yeah," Rude said. "You did." He was debating going for a swim, but he wasn't sure how cold the water was... and he was NOT a fan of shrinkage.
"Good. ..'slong as the big fish didn't escape we're good."
Speaking of fish... "Swim?" Rude asked, tilting his head towards the blue water.
"let me test it first" he suck his feet in, then nodded with a grin.
Good. If Reno, Mr. Anything-Below-70-Is-Arctic, said it was acceptable, there would be no shrinkage in the water. Rude returned the redhead's smile, then took a few quick steps into the water before diving under.
Reno's bare-but-for-a-thread ass poked up out of the water ever once in a while as he moved like a shark under the water. This time. ..was simply idyllic, but he knew there was no way in Hell it would last.
Rude swam powerfully out far enough to where there was no way he could touch the bottom, then floated on his back, enjoying the soothing sounds of the waves, the wind, and the birds.
Reno swam until his stomach started to growl again., then swam up to the shore, his milky pale skin gleaming in the sun
Rude still floated out in the water, the waves gently guiding him back towards the shore very slowly. He was so calm, so relaxed, he was nearly asleep.
Reno lay under the umbrella, slightly dozing, the warm sun felt so wonderful.
Rude was finally shaken from his almost sleeplike state when his back brushed against the sand. He stretched, his movements causing him to dip below the water. He stood, padding slowly across the sand towards Reno.
"Wish it could stay like this forever, yo"
Rude nodded, foregoing the towel Reno was laying on and flopping directly onto the sand. "I feel so lazy," he said, trying not to get sand in his mouth.
Unfortunatly, it was not to be, Rude's phone rang.
"Hello?" Rude said, lazily. While he waited for the response, he brushed some of the sand off the side of his face.
The voice was Tseng's "The president had an extremely bad attack this morning, he wishes your presence at Healin as soon as possible, he realizes this is your honeymoon, but he wishes to get the last of the paperwork cleared away just in case. Once it is done you two may return to your honeymoon."
And to think, Rude was thinking of suggesting taking a few days to fly to Costa Del Sol for a change of scenery. "Yes, sir," he said, straightening immediately. He hung up his phone, then stood, brushing off what sand he could. At Reno's questioning look, he said, "The President is on his way to Healin."
Reno cursed softly. ..somehow. ..somehow he'd known. "Shit. ..every time we leave him alone. .."
Though Rude would know Reno meant when the Turks seperated. ..something bad always seemed to happen. ..
Rude nodded, deciding that a quick dip back in the water was the fastest way to get the sand from THERE. He dove under the water, surfacing with a light sputter before walking back to shore.
"Guess it's a good thing we brought our uniforms, ne?"
Rude chuckled slightly, shaking off the excess water, knowing the warm sun would dry the rest. "Let's go," he said, leaning down to give Reno a quick kiss before he started walking back towards the hotel.
Reno followed, the tiredness still pulled at him from earlier, but no way in HELL was that going to stop him.
They made excellent time back to the hotel, but still found that Elena, Tseng and the President had already left for Healin.
"Pack up," Rude said as he opened the door to their room. "We'll eat, then leave."
Reno nodded, packing everything up. ..his eyes held the tiniest hint of sadness in them, as if in shutting the door to the room it was saying good-bye to times they had cherished. "M'ready."
Rude nodded, having exchanged his swim trunks for a loose pair of jeans. He helped Reno carry their things out of the room, then walked down to the office to check themselves out.
"Why do I have a feelin'. .things're gonna get worse before they get better?"
"Reno," Rude said, turning to smile at his partner walking behind him. "Can you not get any feelings for a few days?"
"Thinkin'. ..'bout our future. ..watching your whole life fall down. ..it's scary, yo."
"We'll get through it," Rude said, offering Reno his one free hand to hold. "We always do."
Reno took his hand and nodded. "we got each other. ..'course we will."
Rude started putting their bags into the back of the helicopter that Tseng, Rufus and Elena had left them. While he was a fully compitent pilot, he liked to leave the flying to Reno. Besides, he always got to drive the car; why couldn't he let Reno drive the helicopter?
Reno as they winged off seemed to be thinking. ..about a lot. ..would things stabalize if. ..'No Reno' he told himself 'not if, but when Rufus recovers' Was bringing children into lives such as theirs wise? so many questions, ones he had no answers to.
Rude just sat back in his seat, trying to plan how to juggle his duties as a Turk, his duties to Reno, and his duties to himself.
As they landed, he began to carry in his bags. .Rufus looked haggard, his right eye wrapped where the bruises had taken over that side of his forehead, it seemed the eye itself had been affected now. .and he had a cloak draped over him which concealed what was on his chest that the jacket did not. ..the only lesion still visible that on the back of his right hand.
"Sir?" Rude said when he walked in, shocked at how far Rufus' illness had progressed.
"Stable. .for now, thank you." his voice held authoiry despite how exhausted he was.
Rude decided it most prudent to leave the subject at that. "Our room?" he asked instead, indicating the bags he and Reno were carrying.
Rufus pointed toward the room next to his "Tseng of course is staying in mine, but I want the two of you close as well at all times. Elena will be at the end of the hall.I wish to spare the little girl as much of the pain of watching my decline as possibe."
Rude nodded. Elena was a sweet girl at heart. Something like watching her President deteriorate would traumatize her.
"So, Em's stil with her, then?"
"For now, yes," Tseng said, stepping in from the next room. "But the girl will not be able to stay with her."
"That'll break her heart, yo. ..she loves that girl."
"I know," Tseng replied, dropping his gaze to the floor. "However, Elena is a Turk. Her duties as such come before any personal duties."
Rude knew Tseng's words would strike a nasty chord with Reno. He braecd himself for the arguement that was to come.