Rude grunted, just enjoying the feeling of being buried inside his lover.
Reno as he thrust back let out another hitching cry. ..he could already tell this one was going to be a doozy, and he was unlikely to be walking straight afterward. Not that it mattered to him at the moment.
After a few almost experimental thrusts, Rude pulled himself nearly all the way out of Reno's body before thrusting back inside, moving his body faster with each stroke.
Reno with that last pounding thrust threw his head back yet further, his mouth widening and rounding into this pert "o" as his body began trembling. ..he was very close, as the flush across the bridge of his nose and cheeks would indicate. .. as well as the quiet little mewling pants.
As Rude pressed forward with a few more frantic thrusts, he was kind enough to give Reno the reach around before he climaxed. He felt himself twitch inside the redhead as he spilled within him.
Reno when he let loose did so with a soft cry that he muffled against his arm. .and as predicted. ..he was NOT walking straight afterward, something which he was sure Cid and Vincent would give him a bit of hell for.
Rude pulled out and dropped to his knees behind Reno, leaning forward to press his head against one pale cheek. He was out of breath.
Reno didn't drop, but he was very wobbly. ."Damn, yo"
"Hm?" Rude asked, still leaning against Reno. He thought he heard the redhead say 'damn you,' but he wasn't entirely sure. His ears were ringing for some reason.
"That was. .incredible." And that was when he DID drop to his own knees, two orgasms in as many hours was rough on the system. He stayed right like that on the wood plank floor for several moments as the aftershocks rang through his nerves.
As Reno dropped, so did Rude. He fell face forward, catching himself only at the last second before his face would have connected harshly with the floorboards. Let's hear it for good reflexes.
Reno breathed deeply for several long moments before asking "You allright, aibou?" and turning around and cradling the larger man against him, his own legs still felt a little like jelly.
Rude nodded slightly, just trying to catch his breath.
"Kids these days," came a voice, a gruff, cigarette roughen voice, from the doorway to the building. "Can't keep it in their pants," Cid said with a slight chuckle.
Reno literally turned the brightest pink he ever had, from head to toe. .scrambling for his pants. ..cursing softly.
"And some old men aren't just as bad?" another deep voice, this one smoother, finer.
At Valentine's voice, Rude flushed as red as he could possibly get. He was giving tomatos a run for their money as he frantically tried to pull his pants up while still sitting on the floor. It wasn't working as well as he originally intended.
"I'm only pushing 40 old man," Cid replied with a tiny smile. "Besides, people like me only get better with age."
"It's not like we didn't have the same idea, Cid" Vincent's lips curled up into the tiniest of smirks.
"Can't help it if I'm such a stud," Cid said, looking for all the world like the proudest S Class Gold racing Chocobo that ever raced.
Rude finally managed to get his pants on -- the right way, even -- and stand up, finally. At least his groin was pointing out anyone it liked anymore. At least for the next few minutes he hoped it wouldn't.
Reno finally made it to his feet as well, when he strode toward the door he had a tiny limp.
"Just wanted you kids to know that Vince and I got things under control here," Cid drawled. "Reeve's even sending out some of his... what the fuck are they... LMNOP troops or whatever to help us."
"Means we only gotta deal with whatever we might meet between here and the border. ..plus the damn hijackers."
"Right," Cid said, then turned to address Rude again. "Now, keep your damn eyes, and hands, to yourself."
Rude gulped and nodded. While he was fairly certain he could take the older man in a straight up fight, he wasn't sure he could take him out of respect for Valentine.
Vincent let that tiny curl of his lips again before turning to follow Cid.
Rude could hear Cid's voice chiding Valentine about 'egging on those damn kids' and 'trying to give him a heart attack'. He finally let out the breath he didn't know he was holding when he couldn't hear that voice anymore.
Reno helped Rude up then strode out the door, still listing just a bit to the right as he did.
Rude followed the redhead, stopping once they were out on the street again to say, "Sorry."
"'sokay, was worth it, yo."
"No," Rude said carefully as he walked with Reno back towards where they were loading the supply truck. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about..." he gestured with his hands.
"Oh. ..Hell, 'bout everyone idolizes Vincent, yo. ..Hell, I did too. Not ta that extent, but "shrug.
"Still..." Rude protested weakly, but left it at that.
"Don't worry about it now." And then Reno whirled again. .smirk on his face. ..this time it WAS a marlboro. ..and the look on his face when he faced it down spoke VOLUMES.
Rude raised an eyebrow at Reno, Rude speak for 'You want it, or do I get it?' He fell into a fighting stance either way. Never knew how these things could turn out.
Reno answered THAT with a roar and a lunge. ..first off landing with impeccable balance on top of what passed for a head before ending up behind it. ..the thing let out a loud screech as the nightstick jabbed it in the rear, ripping a hole back there. .. it whipped two tentacles back, one of them winding around his ankle, slamming him into the ground, leaving him stunned.
Rude raced forward, putting his entire momentum into the punch he delivered into what would be the monster's midsection.
Reno got up, shaky as all Hell, but up, he shook his head to clear the ringing from his ears and as he stepped back in he took the tentacle that had grabbed him and the other one that had come after him, shoving them into the hole he had created in the rear of the monster. "Bastard." Which was when the thing unleashed another Bad Breath.
Rude took the blast full on, stumbling backwards as his vision blacked out and he fought to keep conscious. Damn Sleep, Confuse, Dark, and whatever the hell else that nasty smelling, nausea causing breath did to him.
Reno was awakened to one of its remaining tentacles whacking him in the back of the head, almost stunning him enough to knock him cold again, but not quite. .he staggered to his feet, jamming his nightstick up the hole he had made and turning it on full power. The scent of burning vegetation soon filled the air.
Rude was out cold. The Sleep spell had knocked him out faster than several rounds of good tequila ever could.
Reno whapped his arm gently, a good hit should knock the sleep and confuse off Rude, but he dearly hoped Rude had his item poouch with him, Reno's had been knocked off of him when the oversized tumbleweed had slammed him into the ground.
Rude was instantly awake and clear-headed, his arms going to cover his head as the effects of the Dark spell were still blocking his vision. Add to that the nausea from the Poison and he was feeling right helpless. "Reno?" he asked weakly.
"m'here. .m'item puch got knocked off, you got yours still? Or are we gonna hafta stagger back inta town an' hope tthey have a couple of the items we're gonna need ta get back in stock still?" He sincerly hoped Rude did, not that he could see to check at the moment.
Rude reached into his pocket, then frowned. "Echo screen and a potion," he said disappointedly. He knew he was forgetting something when they left that morning.
"shit. ..gonna hafta stagger back into town, then. .. hope ya can walk, because if ya can't we're seriously screwed."
Rude grunted then gagged, his stomach threatening to spill its contents along the street. He managed to stand, only slightly wobbling as he did so. "Remember which way it is?" Rude asked, flailing as he reached for Reno's hand.
"Follow the sounda the traffic. ..maybe we'll get lucky and the other two hornies'll find us."
Rude's eyes widened, even though he couldn't see. How embarassing would it be to show such carelessness in front of Valentine. "Maybe we'll find the item shop on our own," he offered with a slight laugh.
Reno DID lose his coffee and breakfast at that point, his cheeks pinkening. "sorry, yo."
"Hate Poison," Rude muttered, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. "Hate Dark."
"Hate marlboros. . .toasted the damn thing."
"Well. ..I see you two ran into one of the nastier monsters." That deep, smooth voice again with just a hint of humor in it.
Suddenly, Rude didn't feel too hot. In fact, he kind of felt like he was going to pass out. He could feel his skin getting clammy and probably very pale before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and darkness covered his consciousness.
Reno cursed before he did the same, surprised he'd held out THIS long really, he was lighter than Rude and by rights should have been the one to pass out from the poisoning first.
"Cid, get the big guy, I got Reno" Vincent BARELY managed to catch the smaller Turk before he did a faceplant from a knees locked position right into the asphalt.
"Goddamn kids," Cid grumbled, reaching down and hefting Rude over his shoulder like a sack of potatos. "What kind of fucking Turk walks in on one of them fuckers without the proper equipment." He turned to Vincent. "Don't they teach you boys common sense, or isn't that part of the ShinRa training manual"
Vincent found Reno's pouch, holding it up "He came prepared, but everything in it is shattered. ..I doubt they expected to run into a marlboro on the way back to the truck."
"Doesn't excuse this one," Cid replied gruffly, his hand patting Rude until the older man relized he was actually patting Rude's behind.
"No, it doesn't. must've been distracted."
Reno let out a low moan. ..then proceeded to commit the sacrilage of getting sick. ..all over the front of Vincent's cape.
Cid snorted as he laughed. "That's going to stain if you don't get it washed soon, Vince."
"I know. .I'll take care of it as soon as we get back into town and get elixers into these two."
"Won't complain if you take it off now," Cid said as innocently as he could. This was Cid Highwind, after all. How innocent could he really be?
Vincent chuckled a bit. "I'm sure you wouldn 't mind, but I'd feel pretty guilty if these two ended up dying because we couldn't resist the urge to fuck long enough to get them treated."
"That was below the belt," Cid pouted. Still, he hefted Rude a little better on his shoulder and walked
"Maybe so, but very true. "They reached the inn, checked the two in, then Vincent sent Cid off to purchase two elixers while he kept watch over the two.
Cid left, cursing the entire way.
Rude groaned, shifting as he opened his eyes to still see nothing. His body reacted as it usually did upon waking, a bulge between his legs twitching slightly.
"Well, you're awake.Reno's still out, looks like he took a bigger dose of it than you did, and he's smaller. Cid's going to pick up a couple of elixers, we'll have you two up and on your feet soon."
Rude's eyes widened and his mouth opened as his hands flew to cover his groin. "Sir," he said, voice a little shakey.
"It's a common side effect after being out for any length of time, don't worry about it"
"I know, sir, but..." Rude protested, his blood rushing to his face.
Reno gave another soft moan as his face grew a bit paler, ther OTHER effect of the poison, the one of supressing breathing and blood pressure, had begun acting on the smaller man, leading Vincent to silently hope Cid got back soon. THIS is why thigs like antidotes were so very important to carry with one whenever one went into the territory of a creature like the marlboro who was envenomed.
"Reno...?" Rude asked, turning his head far too quickly towards the noise the redhead made and supressing the sudden urge to vomit.
"He'll be allright as soon as Cid gets back and we get an elixer into him, like I said he just took a harder hit than you did and he's smaller. Him remaining on his feet as long as he did afterward didn't help, either, it sped the circulation of the venom."
"Reno..." Rude panted, then finally gave up the fight with his stomach. He rolled onto his side, leaned forward, and let the contents of his stomach escape.
Another soft moan broke the silence and those icey green eyes, dimmed by the effects of the poison, slid half-way open. "Rude. ..m'head feels like someone used it for battin' practice."
Rude had just enough strength left in him to throw his arm over his eyes, groaning as his stomach made a loud, angry noise.
"Do you have any idea what they're charging for these fucking things these days?" Cid asked, stepping into the room, bringing a cloud of smoke with him.
"Jus' take it outta m'wallet, yo. .." were Reno's last words before his eyes closed again.
Vincent sat him up, helping the barely-conscious redhead drink the status-effect negating medicine. "You'll be allright as soon as that finishes circulating."
"Yer babyin' him, Vince," Cid chided, helping Rude sit up a little straighter before tilting the bottle to the bald man's lips.
"He took a harder dose than Rude, and he's lighter, " Vincent blushed, just the tiniest bit. .did he perhaps see just the smallest amount of the Turk he had once been in the slender redhead?
"Blah, blah, blah," Cid said, tilting the bottle he held at Rude's lips so the bald man could finish the rest of the bottle. "Yer still babyin' him."
Reno settled into a more peaceful sleep as the medicine began going to work clearing his system, when he awakened the only after effect would be a slight headache, nothing he couldn't operate through.
Rude fell asleep and snored. The snoring was a sure sign that he had been ill, but as he slept, it got quieter and quieter.
"What would they do without us?" Cid asked, walking over and wrapping an arm around Vincent's shoulders.
"Die more than likely. ..and someone needs to warn the little hothead that burning marlboro tends to stink up the entire town."
"Who does that remind you of, huh?" Cid asked with a smile.
Vincent chuckled "You and those damn nicotine sticks you favor so much. at least Reno smokes menthols."
"Was thinkin' more of you and that damn demon you turn into when you get pissy," Cid said, scratching at the back of his neck.
"that was galian beast, and it damaged my car. NO ONE touches my car."
Cid waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, you love that car more than me sometimes."
Vincent chuckled again as another soft moan sounded. heralding one of them awakening.
Rude's face scrunched up as he woke. He could still feel the lingering effects of the poison in his system, and when he slit his eyes open, they were still a little blurry, but at least he could see.
"Up and at 'em, Sleeping Baldy," Cid laughed, lighting himself another cigarette.
"Your man should wake up soon as well. Don't you know if you're going into the territory of an envenomated monster to make sure to carry anitidotes?"
"Usually do, sir," Rude groaned, trying to sit up but failing miserably. He patted his jacket's inside breast pocket. "Must've forgot them this morning."
"Excuses, excuses," Cid snorted.
"Because you were too busy screwing I'd bet.." Vincent could NOT hide the smirk. He'd been young once, he knew what hormones were like.
"Bet if we left 'em alone they'd be screwing as soon as that one wakes up," Cid chuckled, pointing at Reno.
Rude just blushed, averting his eyes from how close Valentine was to him and in embarassment that the older man was probably very correct in his assessment.
"Keep it down, people are tryin' ta sleep here." came the extremely hushed, and still somewhat raspy reply.
"Hush yer yap," Cid snapped lightly. "If it weren't for us, you would still be throwing up all over Vince's clothes."
Rude eyes widened as he noticed that Valentine was, indeed, not wearing his usual cape. Which left that ass of his right at eye level and... Rude quickly shut his eyes and tried not to think about it.
"so it wasn't a dream. ..hmph. ..hope that asshole liked being fucked with its own tentacles then fried."
Cid exploded into laughter as Rude tried to think of the unsexiest things he could.
"hey, aibou. ..jack shinra nude during the winter, yo"
Cid and Rude cringed simultaneously.
"Jesus, kid," Cid said, "What would possess you to think of a sight like THAT?"
Rude was doing better, far better, until he opened his eyes and they locked onto Valentine again. Only this time, he realized after a moment, the elder man wasn't facing Reno's direction anymore -- he was facing Rude.
"Hojo getting a blow job works wonders too." Vincent chuckled again.
This time Cid cringed harder.
Rude found it best to just keep his damn eyes closed and not say or think anything.
Reno finally opened his eyes all the way, groaning at the way the light made the lingering headache worse.
"You two gonna live?" Cid asked, finishing his cigarette and lighting another from the still lit butt of the previous one.
"Yeah, though this headache is makin' me wish not."
"Good, cause if your boy here can't keep his tongue in his mouth, might just have to cut the fucker off," Cid threatened, though the slight smile he had on his face showed that he was either jokingly teasing or jokingly serious. Rude didn't want to find out which.
Reno chuckled, sitting up, fighting back that last wave of nasuea.
"C'mon, Vince," Cid said gruffly, turning towards the door. "Let's leave 'em to do whatever it is they do when we're not around."
"Wish we could, but we gotta move, the guy with the truck's prob been waitin' for a while"
Vincent followed Cid out, tossing one last smirk at the two Turks.
Rude could just groan in embarassment. He really, honestly and truly wanted the ground to just open up and swallow him. How could he face Valentine again? Or Cid Highwind?
Reno stood, discovering his legs were shaky, but held his weight, striding over to the item shop to replensish his stock on the off chance they ran into something else nasty.
Rude followed, a few paces behind, still slightly pink with embarassment.
After leaving the item shop he headed back over toward the truck. "Sorry we kept ya waitin', we sorta ran into a marlboro. ..thing's dead, but it did a good number on us after crushin' our item stash"
midnight12181: "That's one less of those bastards to terrorize the townfolk," George said with a smile, wiping some grease from his hands as he closed the truck's hood. "She'll run good for you now." He paused. "Either of you know how to drive this thing? I don't really have a driver to spare until tomorrow morning at the earliest."
Reno looked back to Rude, he was the better driver, and he'd rather run point anyway.
Rude nodded, catching the keys George tossed to him. "I'll send my boys out there tomorrow to pick up the truck," George said. "Treat 'er good." With that, he went back inside the warehouse, leaving the two Turks to their own devices.
Reno stepped into the sedan they'd driven into town in, heading back toward Edge, speaking over the miniture radio that sat in the glove box to Rude when warranted.
Rude drove extra carefully, knowing that some of the supplies in the back were well boxed, but still fragile.
Suddenly there was a loud report. .rifle shot. ..Reno's car fishtails. .then flips, Rude would hear a startled scream over the two way
As much as he wanted to, Rude resisted the urge to stand on the brakes. It would just end up causing the truck to fishtail itself until it jackknifed, which could possibly lead the truck crushing Reno's car. He slowed down as safely and quickly as he could, the whole time shouting Reno's name, hoping for a response.
Reno crawled out of the wreckage of the car, bleeding from a gash above his left eye that about perfectly matched the one over his right...then as the people,, supposedly the hijackers, come out of the woods where they'd been hiding his eyes flew open. ..the boy whose hand was held by one of the men was all of five ..and his head held a mop of cropped cherry-colored hair.
Finally, half a mile up the road, Rude safely stopped the truck. He jumped down from it, running as fast as he could back towards the wreckage of their former car. He'd had the presense of mind to grab his service pistol, and held it pointed upwards as he ran.
"You. ..you assholes are turning my kid into a hijacker? Where the FUCK'S his mom?" He held the emr in his right hand, his left arm shattered, useless until he could get it healed.
"Really... out of... shape..." Rude panted to himself as he ran. He could that shock of redhair by the car, and hoped that it was still attached to the rest of his lover. He was having a hard time hearing anything, since the air brakes he'd used to stop the truck were so loud.
Reno just stared at that little boy who shivered against the man who held his hand. ..one arm dangling uselessly, the other clenching his weapon hard enough to almost crush it.
"Well, well, well," the man who was holding the boy's hand shouted over the harshly blowing wind. "So this's yours?" He jerked harsly on the boy's arm. "Not a very good papa, now, are you?" He paused before continuing. "See, his momma had a debt to pay us, and well, seeing as we gave her the option of her life or his... well... You see what she chose. Pretty sad when a mother'll give up her kid for a few thousand gil."
Reno growled. ..launching himself at the man, knocking him on his ass before saying to the kid "See the big bald man down there? Run to him, go on, move!" before turning back to the man in question. ..for the second time since Rude had known him, the beginnings of his limit break began flickering around his lithe form. ..this man. ..and likely everyone else here, was about to die.
Rude slid as he came to a stop a few yards from the car. The wind had kicked up some of the dust on the road, and all he could see was a mop of red hair bobbing towards him. When it collided with him a minute later, Rude's eyes widened. "Reno?" he asked as the redheaded child wrapped his arms around Rude's waist, tears staining his cheeks. The child shook his head, then turned and pointed to where he'd run from.
Reno's hair stood on end with the crackling electricity.. .the aura strong enough to fry anything within a few feet of him, as well as light the beginning to darken sky as bright as noon. he launched into a flurry of blows the broke most of the bones of the man who'd held his son before in a berzerker rage he began to tear through the rest of them, before the aura died off and he collapsed to his knees he had multiple bodies scattered all around him. ..
"Reno!" Rude yelled. He was torn between making sure the child was safe and going to his lover. After a moment's hesitation, he knelt down in front of the child. "Stay here," he said. "I'll be right back." With that, he ran towards his lover.
"They all dead?" he asked Rude before his eyes slid closed. he had drained himself about dry, almost dry enough that he might need supportive measures until his reserves began to recoup.
Rude grunted and nodded, taking a quick look around for more men before holstering his gun. He lifted Reno, carrying him like a bride over the threshold back towards the strange redheaded child.
"Good. ..no one fucks with my kid an' lives ta tell the tale." was the last thing he said before letting the darkness have its way.
Rude gently placed Reno back on the ground, checking his vitals. He would be out like a light for at least a few hours, but he would live. He looked back at the redheaded child. "What's your name?" he asked.
"R-Rennan sir."
Rude nodded. "Let's get out of here, Rennan." With that, he picked Reno back up and walked with the boy back towards the truck.
"Is that.. my papa? mama told me papa was a Turk. ..that he was bad. ..but he saved me." rennan asked as he with difficulty climbed in.
There was a small cot in the back that Rude laid Reno on. He sat back behind the wheel, helping Rennan with his seat belt before fastening his own. "It wouldn't surprise me," Rude mumbled.
Rennan simply nodded. "If he is. .. c'n I stay with him? I don't wanna go back ta MMama. ..she hurt me."
Rude's eyes got as wide as saucers and he almost lost control of the truck for a moment. First, there was this child that he'd just found out Reno had who wanted to suddenly become part of their lives, then there was the unfathomable idea that Trish, the mild mannered secretary with the best smile, could hurt her own child.
The boy shook his head. "I don' blame you if you don't wanna. ..mama said I was bad too. ..jus' like papa."
"Why..." Rude cleared his throat, hand going to adjust his tie as he did. "Why don't you wait until your papa wakes up and then we'll talk about it?"
Rennan nodded again, falling silent and finding a stuiffed puppy besided the small cot he lifted it up, playing with it and cuddling it quietly while they drove.
To say Rude was in shock would be an understatement. He just concentrated on driving, otherwise, his thoughts might just get away from him.
They reached the condo back in Edge, and when the door was opened to admit the three Livewire immediatly trotted over, first whimpering at his unconscious master, then giving the little boy an enthustiatic lick.
Rennan giggled, petting the oversized cat. "He's cute."
Rude set Reno on the bed, then took out the spare potion he kept handy. He tilted the botle to Reno's lips, encouraged when the redhead swallowed the liquid. When the bottle was finished, he tossed it into the garbage can and went back out to the living room where Reno's cat was keeping Reno's kid occupied. "His name's Livewire," Rude said with a tiny smile. "He likes to shed on things."
Reno moaned quietly, his eyes opening he whispered "Did anyone get the numbera that truck?
"N7S 1P6," Rude called back. It was the license plate number of the truck he had driven.
"Figures yo. ..where's the kid? Is he ok?"
"He's conspiring with your cat," Rude said with that same tiny smile.
"I. .. I want him to stay. ..if it's allright, yo. .at least for the time being. ..his mom SOLD him to those bastards."
Rude walked back into the bedroom and stood next to Reno. "Where are we going to put him?" he asked quietly.
"sofa bed for now. ..until we can make other arrangements. ..I don't wanna lose contact with my kid again. ..it was wrong the first time. ..and to put him in the hands of someone who'd sell him. .even the old man wouldn'ta done that."
"Trish wasn't like that," Rude protested slightly. However, how much did he really know about the girl Reno dated?
"It's obvious she was, I found him in among the hijackers." His eyes begged. .pleaded.
Rude sighed. Then he sighed again. "Fine." What could he say? No? He wasn't that heartless.