Rufus sighed. "I suppose you're right."
Reno woke up 3 hours later, completely awake, not that he wasn't tired, it was simply that he couldn't sleep anymore. ..He looked out the window toward Gladys' place, wondering if Rude had ever gone home the previous night.
Rude had managed to stumble back to his mother's house, closing the bar for the first time in as long as he could remember since hooking up with Reno. However, he hadn't made it actually INSIDE the house, only to the large front porch swing, which was rather comfortable anyway.
Reno had to chuckle softly when he saw the big figure sitting on the porch swing, even though it was one that sounded a little hollow. .."You rest, big guy. ..wish I could. ..but when we're fightin' it's hard ta wanna do mucha anything not work related."
A snort and a snore was all the response Reno got from Rude. That, and the bald man sliding down the back of the swing to lay across the seat. Thank the gods for warm Costan nights, otherwise he'd be freezing certain parts of his anatomy off.
Reno had the itch to go out, tiptoe across, and lift Rude's head to let it rest in his lap, but was still unsure how the big man would react when he awakened.. ..usually he'd do it without hesitation, but with the past couple of times of being blown up at, he was feeling a bit tentative about it.
Another snore and an attempted roll over caused Rude to fall right off the hanging swing. He crashed onto the wooden porch, standing up quickly with a "Wha?" and looking around, eyes trying to focus.
Reno finally did step outside, his steps slow, tentative. ..just enough for Rude to see him, his head bowed. ..he wasn't sure what to say.
"Who...?" Rude had to look over his sunglasses and tilt his head just so to make the alcohol-induced fuzzy image become somewhat clear. "Reno?" he paused, "What are you doing here?"
"Stayed with the boss. ..you. .don't remember last night at all?"
"Parts," Rude muttered, moving to sit back on the swing. However, being a hanging swing, it slid back as he tried to sit on it, causing him to somehow end up flat on his back, looking at the bottom of said swing. "Fuck. Too drunk."
Reno held the swing for him, then sat himself, he was still tentative, not sure how much of an overture he should make. .."I hate feelin' like this, you know. .know I've been sendin' ya mixed signals. ..boss set me straight on that... " it was all he dared to say, feeling him out, making sure he wouldn't cause another explosion.
"'Bout time you figured that out," Rude said, his face suddenly turning a little white. He held up a finger as if to say 'hold that thought', went over to the porch railing, and emptied the contents of his stomach on his mother's snapdragons. Gladys was NOT going to be happy about that.
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Reno just shook his head, rubbing Rude's back gently, his motions again tentative, but he knew if he didn't make the overtures, it wouldn''t happen.
A tiny moan left Rude's throat unbidden. He hadn't gotten that drunk in ages, and he was starting to remember why.
"m'sorry ..'bout everything. ..you scare me when you get like that, y'know. ..stayed away 'cause I was afraid if I came home we'd end up fightin' all night.
"We would have," Rude answered, pausing a moment to try to spit the nasty taste in his mouth out. Oh yes, Gladys was going to be PISSED.
He resisted the urge to hug him. .."How much of it is the stress though. .an' how much. ..is jus' us? that's what scares me most."
Rude shrugged, leaning slightly. He briefly wondered if one leg was getting shorter than the other. It wasn't just alcohol he'd managed to find at the bar...
Reno didn't answer except to say "Talk about when you're sober, right. .." half-helping, half-carrying him in, lthen into the vbed.
Rude nodded, even though he was pretty sure it wasn't a question that came from Reno's mouth. Argh, he just needed to sleep it off... and feel like absolute shit in the morning.
"You sleep. .I'm gonna shower and get you some coffee, then I'm gonna pick you uup an elixer to kill the morning hangover and we are GONNA talk.
A single hand raised in a 'yeah, whatever, just let me sleep' motion as Rude rolled over to do just that.
Reno headed into the shower. .his hair still had the gunk from the bad breath he'd been hit with. ..his motions were a little wooden, though. ..this was what RUDE should be doing. ..when had things gone so insanely wrong? He then went out to the store and purchased a single elixer for Rude's hangover and a can of the hazelnut coffee they both liked. ..when Rude awakened he would find the cup of coffe just the way he liked it sitting on the table as a peace offering.
With a sound reserved only for good sex and good coffee, Rude moaned as he opened his eyes, looking for where that wonderful smell was coming from. He saw the mug on the nightstand and took a drink. Perfect. With the exception of the tiny imps that seemed to like doing road construction behind his eyes.
The elixer would be sitting next to the coffee. . .and the smell of choclate chip pancakes and bacon would soon be filling the air.
The smell of food brought the taste of bile to the back of his throat as he fought the urge to vomit. He declined the elixer, recapping the small bottle. Rude deserved how he was feeling. It was his penance. He took another sip of the coffee then wandered downstairs.
"You look like stomped shit, yo. ..and yes, take the elixer, I need you to be clear headed, yo."
Rude shook his head. He would deal. It wasn't his place to take Reno's kindness when he'd been so... for lack of a better word, mean to the redhead the day before.
Reno sighed, eating his pancakes, drinking his coffee. "We got lots ta talk about, you sure you're up to alla this when you're as hungover as I know you gotta be?"
Rude nodded, reaching out and claiming a piece of bacon.
Reno ate in silence, not tense really, more. ..nervous.
Well, the bacon managed to stay in his stomach, so Rude decided to see what would happen with a single pancake.
Reno went for a second helping. ..nervous eating. ..which didn't help much, and one wondered why he'd never gain any weight when he ate the way he did when he was upset.
The pancake... was good. Rude mentally breathed a sigh of relief. He finished the rest of his coffee and stood to get another cup, taking Reno's cup to refill it as well.
"Thanks yo" he mumbled. The pancakes were Reno's mom's special recipe, one of the few pleasent memories he had.
Rude grunted and nodded, a typical Rude-speak 'you're welcome'. He sat back down, daring another two pieces of bacon.
Reno waited until Rude had a relatively full stomach and a few cups of coffee before he pinned Rude's eyes, noticing he had a slight crack in his sunglasses, but he didn't say anything.
Rude just stared back. He was not going to be the first one to speak. If it were up to him, they'd just go on as if nothing happened.
"I guess. ..I wanna be sure once all o' this is over. ..this won't happen again. .. like I said, you scare me when you get like that.. .both times it's happened, though I figure I got it pretty decent. ..at least you don't hit. But we can't go on as if nothing happened, you know that. .." He sighed, turning away a second. "If we don't work it out, figure out why it's happenin', it's gonna keep happenin'. ... ignorin' it's not gonna fix it."
Rude wanted to say that ignoring had been working well enough up until now, so why stop something that seemed to be working, with only the occassional flaw? He sighed. "There's nothing to 'fix'," he said, finding his coffee to be far better to look at than Reno at the moment.
"You don't think last night says that?" He was NOT going to get mad, nor was he going to get weepy. .no, no. . .he was going to keep his head. ..even though he had the urge to say 'get your head outta the fuckin' sand, aibou'.
"I have a temper..." Rude said, speaking as if it were explaination enough.
"So do I. ..but not like that. .." He shook his head again not sure what else to say. "I wanna make sure. ..we stay cool."
"we cool," Rude said, hoping Reno would just leave it at that. He didn't want to discuss it any further.
Reno looked into his coffee. ..he wanted to, he wanted to get it out in the open, chew the problem apart until he could find a solution. But he knew Rude.. .Rude buried things, "Ya know. .part o'why things get like this might be beacsue you bury it insteada tryin' ta figure shit out. ..but. ..it's. ..just so." He extended a hand to his husband.
"Let it work itself out," Rude said. There was the epitome of Costan upbringing. Why worry about things? Everything works itself out in the end anyway. However, instead of the laid back, traditional Costan attitude Rude had as a child, as an adult he chose to take it one step further, burying whatever was bothering him, keeping his emotions in check until the thing worked itself out or ate him up inside then worked itself out. Either way, it worked itself out.
Reno on the other hand had been in a situation growing up where if you didnt fix a problem it usually came around to bite you in the ass later.
That he held a rage just under his calm exterior, Rude didn't deny. He did, however, deny that his bottling up of problems were the cause of it. No, the original cause of it was rooted far back in his past, however, feelings of helplessness and unintentional loss of control tended to either fuel it further or release it all together.
"You know a lotta about why I 'm the way I am. ..but I don't know much about the reasons for. ..why you are the way you are."
And Rude wanted to keep it that way. "Safer," he said plainly. And it was, safer for all of them if he just stayed the way he was, no one really knowing everything about him... himself included, sometimes.
"Safer why? We're married, Rude, I'm suppsed ta know more than just the damn surface!" Yes, he was pushing, and he knew it. ..but it was dreiving him crazy. ..not knowing why Rude bottled himself away.. .he wanted to understand.
"You do," Rude said plainly. Stubborn as a mule, he was.
Reno huffed, sitting down ..then quietly "No. ..I don't. .no one does. .."
Which went back to Rude feeling it was safer that way. However, he couldn't just let the redhead sit there and pout. "You know more about who I am than I do, some days," he offered.
Reno nodded. ..seeming. ..somewhat mollified. ..but inside he was feeling more than a bit miffed. ..again the feeling that Rude didn't trust him creeping in. . .but that didn't stop him from reaching over for a kiss. ..trying to restablish some equalibriam.
Rude returned the kiss, only grimacing once as the imps doing road contruction in his head started up the jackhammer again.
"Here, at least take a couplea aspirin. ..don't needya havin' that headache the whole day."
Rude mumbled a 'thank you', taking the asprin with what remained of his coffee.
"Welcome, yo." Suddenly that feeling of tension eased. ..he leaned onto Rude's shoulder...sighing.
Rude breathed evenly, happy and relieved that he and Reno were done discussing his 'issues'. At least for the time being.
"I love you, yo. ..but I think. ..we really just need time AWAY from all of this."
"Love you," Rude replied, nodded at Reno's assessment. Yes, it was probably what they needed. However, they couldn't leave the President...
"He's got Tseng with him, yo. ..you know he won't let anything happen to the boss.
"I know," Rude said, but leaving for any time longer than the standard week made him feel like he was shirking his duties as a Turk.
An envelope was slipped under the door of the house, one which Gladys noted and picked up. "Boys, this is for you."
Rude frowned. Who, other than his immediate family and his employer, knew they were here?
Inside were two airship tickets and gil to buy whatever supplies they would need. "This is for you to take a vacation. ..and that is an ORDER Rude." was written in Rufus' elegent hand. ..the tickets were for Mideel, where they would be met by a sailing vessel to the little island just south.
Rude's frown deepened. Great. A vacation. He was just eager to get back to work and back to some semblance of normality.
Reno oon the other hand thought it was just what the doctor ordered. ..no more stress. ..time to gain some sense of equilibriam before heading back into the fray.
"When are we leaving?" Rude asked, wondering how much more time he would be able to spend in his hometown.
"Says here same time Tseng, Elena, an' the boss head back ta Healin."
Rude nodded. That meant they had until the end of the week.
Suddenly another tiny explosion of red hair on the back of a black and white cuahl races past their window, heralded by a yelp from Gladys. "Sakes alive, child! You shouldn't be riding that thing!" Which of course drew a groan fron reno. ."Livewire. ..how'd YOU get outta the room, and Em, what're you doin' in Costa?"
"Tifa's here with Denzel and Marlene" she replied, she had a pink swimsuit on with a pink frill in the front. "I saw Uncle Tseng's car outsidea the hotel and wanted ta see everyone.. .You uncle Rude's momma?" She looked at Gladys.
Rude swore he'd just had a tiny heart attack at the appearance of the cuahl and child. Two things he wasn't totally comfortable with suddenly appearing like magic? It would give you a little heart attack, too.
"Yes, I am. .." her look at Rude says "Uncle?"
"We got ice cream, if ya want some, kiddo." He motioned to livewire however. "You, stay outside" before leading Em into the kitchen, getting her down a bowl, and scooping her out some ice cream.
"Emily is Reno's cousin... neice... no, cousin," Rude explained. "And... well... it was just easier having her call me Uncle..."
"Another Meteor orphan" Reno explained.
Rude glanced outside to see the cuahl laying on the porch swing, already asleep. "Cats..." he mumbled.
"So that's Livewire. .." Gladys smiled. "he's a handsome thing."
Rude nodded, gesturing for his mother to follow him into the kitchen. "So... where's Elena?" He figured the little redhead would know, considering how Elena, once everthing settled down, was going to be responsible for her.
"She went ta get some breakfast for me an Uncle Tseng and Uncle Rufus. ..dey were busy. ..dey were makin' some awful funny noises."
Rude's eyes widened as his mouth opened in shock.
Reno suddenly burst out laughing. "Man, you should see your face.
Rude was speechless. There really was nothing he could say at that moment that wouldn't be taken totally out of context by Reno.
Reno just winked at him and dipped himself some chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream, drizzling chocolate and marshmellow sauces and
"You're going to rot your teeth," Rude mentioned, nearly balking at the amount of sugar Reno was planning on ingesting.
"You're not afraida my teeth, you're afraida the resultant sugar rush." Reno jabbed his tongue out at Rude.
"When you need dentures, don't come crying to me," Rude said. And he was not afraid of the sugar rush. He was afraid of the resulting sugar crash.
"You love the crashes too, you know it. "And the look through hooded eyes he tossed Rude was positively SUGGESTIVE.
The look Rude tossed back screamed 'not in front of the kid.'
Reno just chuckled, Em was now too busy playing ball on the floor with the cuahl that had followed a just-arrived Sam inside to notice or care.
Sam paused, looking from the little redheaded girl to Reno, then over to Rude, then back to the girl, then back to Reno. "Yours?" he asked, face clearly showing confusion.
"Nah, m'cousin from Midgar. .gonna be 'Lena's."
Sam sat down, stealing a bite from Reno's bowl of ice cream. "Who's Lena?"
"Elena, female co-worker..I could introduce you."
Sam raised an eyebrow at the exact same time that Rude did. Related? Them? Never. "What's she look like?" he asked.
"Slender, blond, bita spitfire, but you'd probably like her."
Making sure that the little redhead couldn't see him, Sam gestured at his chest. Appears being a boob-man was also genetic.
"Eh, she's not bad in that depeartmenyt, if you can get her outta the uniform." he chuckles, the double breasted suits they wore DID tend to hide the assests.
Sam nodded appreciatively. He already had a mental picture in his head. "So... when's she coming here?" he asked.
"Soon's, I call her."
Sam nearly knocked the chair over he was sitting in as he stood quickly. He could be heard running up the stairs, followed by the shower being turned on shortly thereafter.
Rude just stood there, shaking his head.
"Heh, they're both single.. .just call me the love doctor." In the meantime he's on the phone to Elena.
"I missed you guys!" One could hear Elena's grin over the phoneline.
"I got soneone I wantcha meet, 'Lena. ..he's Rude's brother. ..and he's a real nice guy."
"You are not setting me up with one of those overweight, never been laid types, are you?" Elena teased. However, there was a slight bit of truth to her statement. Once, Reno did set her up with a 'real nice guy'... who was also a 'real big guy'. Elena? Shallow? Only sometimes.
"He's built like Rude, 'Lena, he's SOLDIER."
Elena made an appreciative noise. "Hair?" she asked. She loved Rude dearly, but she wasn't into the bald look.
"military cut, dark."
"Sounds nice..." Elena replied. "Now, be honest... would you do him?" She trusted Reno's opinion on men.
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Reno blushed over the phone, he wasn't about to say he had so he just said "In a heartbeat."
She purred over the phone. It'd been a little longer than she'd like to admit since she'd gotten to know anyone -- other than herself -- personally.
"come'n over, Em'as here too, she says hi."
"Will do," Elena replied before hanging up. She fluffed her hair a little as she walked, a slight bounce to her step.
Sam came back down the stairs, skin still a little flushed from the shower... and maybe a little something else. "She here yet?" he asked. He was dressed in a dark blue tank top with a white button up shirt left unbuttoned over it and a pair of knee length, not too loose, not too tight jean shorts.
Rude raised an eyebrow.
Reno answered the knock at the door. "He's right in here.
Elena stopped Reno before they took another step towards the kitchen. "How do I look?" she whispered, tugging slightly on her hair.
"You're fine, 'Lena, better than fine, you're actually outta the uniform."
When Sam saw the blonde enter the kitchen, he had to make it a point not to let his jaw drop. Her lavender t-shirt hugged her curves just right, and the chocolate brown capris she wore showed off her assets... literally. And the white flip-flops with the flowers on them? A cute touch. "Hi," he said, finding that it was the extent of his current command of the English language.
"Hey there. ..Reno was right. .you ARE hot,"
Rude shot Reno a look, followed by a similar one to Elena, that clearly screamed 'WHAT!'
Sam's face instantly went red. Reno had said that about him? Okay, so the redhead was married to his brother, and there was the token family resemblence, but... wow.
Reno giggled a bit. "'strue, yo."
Elena is instantly at the kitchen table, gesturing Samm to sit, she had a little bag in her hand that had sunscreen and her. .rather revealing swimsuit, the one she had continually used at company pool parties to get Tseng's attention before she discovered he was. .otherwise inclined.
"Reno..." was all Rude could say. If Elena kept it up, she might get her name said in that head shaking fashion as well.
Sam sat quickly next to the blonde, looking at her much like a dog who was being trained with a piece of bacon as a reward.
"Hey, give 'em some space." He gestured Rude out of the kitchen so the two could have some privacy to get to know one another
As Rude followed Reno from the room, he asked quietly, "Think he'll be all right?"
"I think he will be, Elena's a good person you know. .and if we ain't raisn' her, there's no man I'd trust more with Em than Sam."
Rude nodded, glancing back just once to see Elena place her hand on Sam's thigh. His eyes widened and he moved even faster away from the room. It was not something he needed to see.
Reno planted a kiss flush on Rude's mouth right there. .he was actually happy now..the tension having fled for now.
To say Rude was surprised by the kiss would be an understatement. He thought, briefly, that they were still fighting. Oh well. He was not one to look a gift Reno in the mouth.
"No more fightin'" he whispered. "I hate when we do."
Rude nodded, pulling Reno flush with himself.
Reno leaned against his shoulder, only shivering slightly as the last of the emotion released itself.
"We have two more days here," Rude mumbled into Reno's hair. "Got anything you want to do?"
"Spend it with you, yo...but I'd love ta go dancin'. ..without the brawl this time, last time we had a brawl didn't turn out too good."
"What kind of music are you in the mood for?" he asked. He could name, off the top of his head, at least two techno clubs, at least four native Costan clubs, and one country bar, even though Rude hated country.
"Techno, yo. ." He didn't NOT want to do metal again. .he had bad memories from a metal club.
Rude nodded. He knew just the place to take Reno. On the outside, the club looked like a warehouse, but on the inside, it was rather posh and high class... not their usual place to hang out. It would be something different, for a change.
"Now, I need ta see if I have my leather pants here, yo. .."
"The place I want to go is classy," Rude mentioned, wondering if his white cotton pants would still fit him. Probably not. Damn. He might just have to go
"Gotcha.. .and I know my linen won't fit, yo. ..dropped too much weight in alll that mess, an' haven't gained enougha it back yet."
Rude tsked, leading Reno upstairs. There had to be something here he could wear without having to go shopping with Reno.
He found his black silk shirt and white cotton pants, which as Rude gad predicted hung off him. .. he cursed doftly. "I know ya hate shoppin', was hopin' ta spare ya"
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Rude sighed. "Fine," he said, turning to walk back downstairs.
Reno 15 minutes later was inside the clothing store with Rude. ..he already had a sharp pair of white linen pants and a black silk shirt.
Rude had gone the sophisticated route, choosing a pair of light grey dress slacks, a black dress shirt, and a white vest. He added a pair of black dress shoes, as his were starting to wear out. Best to purchase them then instead of having to make another trip in a week. He even splurged on a pair of expensive sunglasses.
Reno also picked up a thick pair of Celtic style hoops
"This everything?" Rude asked, carrying their purchases to the checkout line.
"Yeah, yo. .kept it simple."
Rude smiled, happy they were almost done shopping. When the counter girl handed him their bags and his change, he nodded to her and followed Reno out of the shop.
Reno strode out, going upstairs to get dressed, he'd left his hair loose again. . the earrings in. ..he looked, in a word, HOT.
Rude walked around Reno once, taking in the redhead's attire. With a sly smile, he walked past him towards the stairs, pausing only a moment to smack Reno on the ass.
Reno simply waggled his eyebrows at his husband, reaching around for a quick grop
Rude dressed quickly and efficiently, adding only his black belt, an additional pair of silver rings, and small black laquer hoops in each of his earring holes.
When evening came, Elena and Sam were already out, and Reno waited downstairs for Rude.
Rude was rummaging through his old dresser, searching for the other half of his pair of simple silver cufflinks.
"If yer lookin' for your other cufflink it's under the table down here, yo, do NOT ask me how it got there:
Rude rolled his eyes, taking the stairs down two at a time. He got the cufflink from under the table, put it on, then looked at Reno. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah."
Rude nodded before leading Reno out the door. The club itself wasn't far from his parents house, so it didn't take long for them to get there. With a simple flash of their Turk IDs both men were inside the club far ahead of the line.
Reno took in the lights. .and the music, he had waded into the crowd almost too quickly to follow, a bright smile on his face. ..he was in his element tonight.
Rude smiled, keeping an eye on Reno as he walked towards the bar. He spoke quickly and quietly with the bartender, who pointed out the owner for him. Within minutes of speaking with the man, he had managed to get them a private, VIP booth complete with a burgandy velvet curtain that could be closed around the booth.
Reno's voice rang out again.. ..shades of Kalm? No, not this time. ..instead of tearing the place down. ..one good sucker punch to the gut that left the idiot gasping and bent over was enough to convince him to keep his hands to himself. .. Reno waded out of the crowd not looking hurt, or even the least bit haunted, but rather he had an almost haughty air about him, "Idiot grabbed my ass, told him to get his hands off and he pinched it, so I cocked him in the gut, doubt I'll have any more trouble outta him."
Rude just smiled, patting the velvet covered seat next to him. To say he looked damn sharp sitting there, the way he was dressed, would be the understatment of the century. "They're bringing us a bottle of cognac," he said offhandedly.
"Love that stuff, an' you know it. .it's our celebratory stuff, ya know."
Rude leaned over, his breath ghosting over Reno's exposed ear. "If you're interested, they'll Mako lace it..." Too much of the lifestream-like substance tended to make Rude rather mean, but a little of it here and there was better than any aphrodisiac that could possibly be found on the market.
"Oh yeah. . .we can also draw the curtain an'. .Gods you know me too well, babe.."
Rude caught the bartender's eye, then tapped his finger on the table twice, indicating that yes, he would like the 'house special.' When the man brought it over, he first set down two brandy snifters, the insides of which were covered in what looked like a crystalline green gel. Then he presented the bottle for inspection, and at Rude's nod, opened it. He poured a double shot into each snifter, then set the bottle on the table and took his leave. Rude took his finger and got just a little of the green gel on his finger, wiped it across Reno's lips, and kissed him, feeling the tingle of the Mako on his lips.
Reno's eyes fluttered slightly at the effect of it as it sped his heartbeat. ..his linen pants already beginning to tighten. ...
Rude pulled away first, a chuckle coming from deep within his chest. He raised his snifter for a toast, swirling the cognac around to absorb more of the Mako.
Reno took 3 sips off the glass and as he did his face flushed a delicate pink. ..his breathing beginning to speed as well. ..the pulse in that elegant ivory column of his throat visible. . .he leaned over and kissed Rude as they drew the curain.
Another chuckle came from Rude. "Eager?" he asked, taking another sip from his glass.
"Oh baby. ..you don't klnow. .how eager..an.." there was so much emotion in that voice, it wasn't sheer lust. .far from. ..though the mako was certainly stirring that. ..it was...the complete sealing of a connection he felt had been severed. ..that reconnection was weak as yet, but with tender care it would grow stronger. his head tilted to allow his tounge to dance across Rude's still cognac-flavored lips and inside. .. the taste of that mouth absolutely glorious.
Rude's hand slid out, his fingers barely brushing Reno's leg before he gently, almost imprecivably, cupped the hardness hidden by those white pants.
A soft gasp was left out into Rude's mouth. ..just the tiniest hitch of breath.
"Just to take the edge off," Rude mumbled, moving Reno until the redhead was seated on the table. He unfastened his partner's pants, freeing him.
"I love you..Gods. ." the words were whispered as the air stirred a star tinged electric buzzing along his nerves.
"Don't plan on going home just yet," Rude mumbled, leaned over to flick his tongue across Reno's head. "Didn't get to dance with you yet." Without further warning, he took the redhead to the hilt, happy he could get his gag reflex to relax on command for once.
Reno shuddered, biting his arm to muffle the soft moan that was drawn from him..his fingers scrabbling across the bald skull for purchase. .."you do me so fuckin' good. "
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Rude pulled back, pausing to take a drink of the cognac and holding just a little of the Mako laced beverage in his mouth as he took Reno in again, only halfway this time.
Reno let out a muffled roar against his arm as his back arched in autonamic response. .to the tingle along his nerves from the mako. ..when his arm was freed from his mouth his head tilted back, his mouth dropping open, eyes clenched closed as his entire limber frame shuddered. he grabbed on again, holding on for dear life. .."R-rude,,Gods. ." the old stutter, but this time. .in a time not of stress but of absolute mind-blowing pleasure. .. his brain's higher function began shutting down as his limbic system stook over.
Rude swallowed the liquid with Reno still in his mouth, not an easy feat. He paused to say, "Come for me," before going back to trying to devour the redhead.
Reno as he said that, put his head down into Rude's shoulder, gasping, panting, letting out a sobbing shout as he shuddered and spiilled into his mate's mouth. .his body as tight as high tension wire. .his skin still pink.. . he spoke Rude's name in an awed tone as he began to come down from the heights.