Tseng brushed his lips against Rufus' throat. "I believe. .it was here."
A moan dripped from Rufus' throat as he forced himself to set his teacup down without breaking it. "I... I do believe you are right, Tseng."
Tseng suckled a moment at his elegent neck before traveling to his chest, taking a tiny pink bud in between his teeth with a gentle pressure. then further down to apply soft kisses to his belly, then he pours a tiny bit of that wine into his belly button and licks it away before his mouth skirts the shaft that cries for attention, moving to those quivering thighs.
"Do you think -- ooh, right there -- that we might dabble in other things as well, Tseng?" Rufus asked.
"Oh of course. ..we do have the candles. ..I think you would enjoy that."
"I do believe I would."
Tseng lifted one of the lit candles out of the candelabra, dribbling the hot wax onto his skin before pouring the wine over it, licking gently to clean the wax and wine behind each pass.
Rufus moaned, his pale skin jumping slightly as the hot wax touched it, only to seem to meet Tseng's equally hot tongue with each touch.
Tseng then touched the wax directly to the center of his need, followed by that lashing tongue before whispering "Tell me what you want." The hiss that escaped the blonde at the wax touching his nether regions was quickly drawn back in. "Not to have to pick wax from places I'd rather not?" he offered with a slight chuckle that ended in a moan.
Tseng chuckled. "Do you want to roar out in such pleasaure it blinds you, hmm?"
"Yes, but no wax picking," Rufus said with an almost smug grin.
Tseng takes him into his mouth while using some of the wine to wet his fingers, sliding first one, then two inside. ..crooking them to brush inside just as he buries him into his throat.
Rufus gasped, his eyes widening but not seeing, his hands going to meet Tseng's hair as the elder man's name falls from his lips.
Tseng bobbed his head up, taking the tip gently between his teeth, a sly grin on his face. ..lashing at it with his tounge before burrowing it dreep in his throat, a bit of the wine still in his mouth.
There was a wet almost clicking sounding noise that came from Rufus' throat as he fought for air. "Now, please, Tseng," he gasped.
Tseng prepared him gently, then pushed himself inside, gasping at the warm clenching heat that suddenly enveloped him. "Oh, Rufus. .." he moaned. "You feel incredible and wonderful."
"Gah, please, Tseng, PLEASE," Rufus pleaded, his blunt nails digging into the elder man's arms, trying to get him to move.
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Tseng's motions were gentle and slow at first, every thrust scraping that spot inside, before instinct took over and he began driving in,hard and fast, groaning, gasping. "Leviathan, Rufus. .." it was a hushed, reverant whisper.
The capacity for speech left the blonde as he just held on to Tseng, sensations wiping all other thoughts from his mind.
Tseng doused his hand in the wine, wrapping it around Rufus' shaft, timing the strokes with the thrusts "I love you, my dear heart." he whispered into the blond ruler's ear.
Rufus sucked in a breath, holding it before sucking in even more air, releasing the breath as his own release splashed his stomach.
Tseng let out a hitching gasp as the dark haired head tilted back and he spilled himself inside, Rufus' name falling in a gasping moan from his lips.
Rufus' limbs felt weak as he sighed a happy sigh. "As I said, you spoil me, Tseng."
"I love you, dear one. ..it is why I do so. It is my honor to make you feel wonderful I am certain our subordinates are doing so as well. Things seem to have at last settled to an even keel."
Rufus sighed that happy sigh again, wrapping his arms around the elder man and holding him close, touch saying more than words ever could.
Reno meanwhile was on the phone, making the last of the arrangements. The service was tomorrow, but he did not feel QUITE so overwhelmed as he had the previous day. "So, 11 am, then? Thanks, yo. You got the dress Ms Marshal sent over to put on her? Great, thanks. Yeah, viewing's at 2 pm, but I doubt there'll be many people there aside from a few of her cousins, and maybe her brother"
Rude was sitting on the couch, foot propped up on the coffee table as he watched some random sports game or another, another beer in hand.
"Ok, 'sdone, finally. ." he plopped down in front of the game with Rude putting an arm around him, leaning on him.
Rude grunted and nodded, his eyes flicking from the television to Reno's face, and seeing things well, went right back to the television. He couldn't remember the last time they just sat around, watched a game, and just plain hung out.
The red was still around the rims of his eyes, but that really considering the past few days was to be expected. . It definatly felt good to just sit, drink a beer, and veg for a while.
The seasons had passed, baseball giving way to the fall sports, like the rugby game they were watching. Rude made a disappointed noise as one of the members of the team he was rooting for made a very bad play call.
Reno pointed to one corner of the screen where said player had fallen and was slow to get up. "think we got an injury. .say, isn't he their first string forward? That's gonna hurt when it comes playoff time."
"Feel almost sorry for them sometimes," Rude replied. "No materia, no potions, nothing." He smiled at Reno, his free hand finding its way into the smaller man's hair to just play with it.
Reno had his hand draped over Rude's back, looking up a moment. "Tomorrow's gonna be busy. ..glad we can veg today. need ta be at the funeral home at 11 ta oversee the setting of everything. ..then viewing's at 2, service at 4. . ."
Rude nodded. "If you need me to do anything more..." he offered.
"Just be there."
Rude smiled and nodded again, then turned his attention back to the game. As his team scored, his smile widened an a "Nice," slid from his lips.
"Good kick, yo!" he smiled too.
mAnd so they sat in comfortable guy bonding until the game was over, at which point Rude led Reno back to the bedroom, this time for sleep as opposed to other activities. "You need your rest," he said, indicating that there would be no additional extra curriculars that night.
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Reno nodded, his eyes were drooping and he knew he had at least once over the course of the game fallen asleep on him.
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Rude waited for that telltale twitch, then let sleep claim him as well.
Reno woke to softly falling rain tapping against the windowpane, as if even the weather knew this was a day for letting go and saying goodbye.
"Morning," Rude said, his voice soft but slightly rough from disuse over the night.
"Morning.. . suitable weather, huh?" He ghosted the long, slender fingers over the glass where water sheeted along it on the other side. "Tifa's gonna bring Rennan for the viewing and the service, then he's home afterward. .." his voice was quiet, as if he was gathering the strength he'd need to get through this day.
Rude's shrug was not as careless as some would think. "I like the rain," he replied with a tiny smile. "Comforting. Cleansing." He nodded towards the bathroom.
"It's like. .even it knows it's a day for cleansing away the past and saying goodbye. ..'sgonna be rough, but Hell, I'm not afraid. ..bring it on."
Rude smiled, heading into the bathroom for a shower. He needed a little cleansing himself.
Reno trailed behind him of course, the two blending back into normalcy not quite as if the past year had never happened, because it would always sit in the back of their minds that it had. ..but still slipping back into the old routines and somehow being STRONGER for it. he marveled a little at that.
When they had finished, Rude looked at the clock. They were due at the funeral home in less than an hour. He sighed, glancing over at Reno before looking through the closet for his suit.
Reno had found his. ..he had the stereo playing in the bedroom as he got dressed, as he often did. ..he smiled even through his tears, the song spoke of how he felt for his husband so eloquently. .he softly sang along as he got into his own suit. "Oh can't you see it baby, don't gotta close your eyes, it's standing right before you. all that you need will surely come." Yes, the song was muchy, and romantic, and he'd shoot anyone but Rude who tried to make him admit he liked it, but he did.
"Girl," Rude teased, buttoning his shirt before tucking it into his pants and looking for his shoes.
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Reno laughed this time, tying his shoes, then walking over for Rude to help him with the tie. "One day I'll figure the damn thing out."
Rude's lips were quick, almost swooping in to place a gentle peck to Reno's lips before moving back. "One of these days," he replied.
Reno took a quick deep breath. .."If Myron's there, there'll probably be no problem. ..but Uncle Mitchell and aunt Maggie. .they're old fashioned. ..hopin' they don't come. Grandpa Tarshil might or might not come, I'm hoping to GODS he doesn't. .." he shivers a bit at the thought.
Rude had never really asked Reno about his family more than the required 'how are they?' It would be interesting to meet them, however unfortuantely the circumstances.
"Grandpa Tarshil is parta why Dad was so damn unstable. .. 'course I doubt Dad was ever too emoitionally stable in the first place. Aunt Maria, his sister was a sweet woman. . .she was Em's momma. 'stoo bad she died birthing Em, you woulda liked her. We'll see if George and Kendell and Alex come, those are my three cousins on Mom's side, Uncle Myron's three boys."
Rude nodded, finshing with the last respectful touches of his outfit. Simple silver studs in each hole and his good sunglasses.
Reno had ditched his earings altogether, brushing his hair and geling it down ito a smooth surface then drawing it back into the normal tail, but instead of leaving it long, catching it up with another tie so it didn't hang quite so long.
"Ready?" Rude asked, noting that Reno cleaned up rather nicely, then he noted that it was not the time or place for such thoughts.
"Yeah. ..let's go." He headed out for the car, thinking of the cousins and the rest of his family that he hadn't seen in ages. . .Myron had wanted to take him, but by the time he'd been allowed Reno had already run, completely untraceable. He idly wondered what h'd think of him now, all grown up and a Turk.
Rude drove them in silence, only speaking when he asked Reno the direction he was supposed to turn.
Reno directed him into the oversized church-like building in tthe sounthern quarter of the city, not the worst section, but not the nicest section where the new tower was around 1/3 of the way complete either. the Shinra section was likely to be expensive in Edge, just as it had been in Midgar.
Rude parked the car, getting out and opening an umbrella they always kept in the car. He went over to Reno's side, holding the umbrella up so the redhead wouldn't get wet.
Reno as they strode in gulped, seeing his mom's family there, and a few members of his Dad's..and as he'd dreaded his grandfather was there, he seemed almost to be holding court.
Rude glanced over at Reno, not sure if he should take his hand or not, but gaze offering what little comfort it could.
Reno strode over into the knot of people, waving at George and Kendell asking where their brother was, they replied he was off somewhere in the city on a date.
Rude nodded to the group of people, waiting for Reno to begin the introductions.
"Yeah, these are my cousins, George and Kendell, Alex is out on a date. The older couple over there are Uncle Mitchell and Aunt Maggie, I'd hoped they wouldn't show, but heh, they seem to have an insane need to rain on people's parades. and THAT is Grandpa Reginald. ..Dad's dad. ."
Rude raised an eyebrow at the word of a cousin being on a date instead of at a funeral. It just wasn't proper, in his eyes, but he wasn't going to say anything.
Reno watched as the barrel chested old man approached now, looking down on him with cold eyes. "Hey, Grandpa."
"Who's this?" the elderly man asked, his eyes sharp.
"My partner." he answered, just as sharply. He knew he'd probably seen the wedding bands, but he'd not give an inch.
"Sir," Rude said in greeting.
"Don't 'sir' me, you faggot," Reginald replied. He was old and crochety, and felt he had lived long enough to say what he wanted, when he wanted. He turned to Reno. "I knew my son didn't beat the queer out of you soon enough"
Reno's eyes narrowed "I paid for this. ..oh. ..is that your problem. .that Shinra's 'Blood Money' paid to bury your daughter in law. ..which by the way, it was your son's fault I didn't HAVE a mother after I turned 11. . ." he spit the words, his body was shaking with fury. ..if his grandfather didn't back off it was guaranteed to get ugly.
"Your mother's the reason you're a little faggot," the old man spat, his age showing in the way his hands shook slightly. "Sure, she was nice to look at, but my son didn't rein her in enough, let her make you into some sort of man who thinks like a damn woman."
Reno growled, but he restrained himself. ..he would NOT get into a fight at his mother's funeral. "Listenm here, old man. ..I know you'd just love it if I caused a scandal right here at Mom's funeral by decking your old ass, but you know what? You aren't worth it."
"Don't want you or your queer biker boyfriend at my funeral," the old man grumbled.
"He is not my BOYFRIEND, he is my SPOUSE, and I don't give a shit really what you think, soon enough you'll be floating in the lifestream in the place set aside for rotton people along with those fucking remnants."
"Men marryin' men, ShinRa taking out entire sectors, Meteor's dropping, what's this world coming to?" He complained, wandering shakily over towards the nearest chair.
Now that comment made Reno mad, really mad, but instead of going off on the old man he stood up on the podium, taking the microphone in his hand. "OK, out with it now...anyone else here has a problem with me an' m'husband bein' married, or with what I did to keep someone precious ta me safe, OUT with it now. ..I'm here to bury my mom, not to make it into some fuckin' political forum, but it seems a FEW people here are determined ta turn it into one." He gestures around the entire crowd. "Anyone else who has any problem with how I live my damn life is welcome to step their asses out the door, because I don't need the fuckin' hassle today."
Reginald, feeling he said his part to his faggot grandson, kept his mouth shut.
Rude, on the other hand, was trying to discreetly pull the microphone away from Reno and pull the redhead out of the spotlight. It was neither the time nor the place for such things, regardless of how provoked they were.
Reno stepped down, he knew Rude was right, but he was also quite proud of himself for not doing what would have been his typical reaction before this year of Hell had matured him, which would have been simply to deck the asshole, instead he simply lifted his nose into the air as he strode by to meet the minister.
Rude, having gotten Reno to step down, walked behind him towards the minister.
Reno pointed out where he wanted everything, then began mingling with his cousins, toally ignoring the disapproving looks from his father's younger bgrother and sister in law. Mitchell and Maggie were very old fashioned.
Rude stood at parade rest beside Reno, just being there for the redhead.
It was not until the service itself actually began when they strode out into the finely misting rain that Reno began to break down, no longer caring what any of his family thought, leaning heavily into Rude, gripping his hand ith almost enough force to break it, not resting his head on his husband's shoulder fully, but his body language still made it clear he was drawing strength from the larger man. When he was asked to drop a handful of dirt on top of the casket and speak a few words, the dirt was taken into a badly trembling hand, the fine loam slipping through shaking fingers as he remembered everything he had done with his mother over the short number of years he'd had her with him.
Rude squeezed back just as hard, pressing his lips to the top of Reno's head in what was supposed to be a comforting kiss.
"My mom.. .was a wonderful, sweet and loving woman, no matter what anyone else thought of her. .she fought for the rights of others to live the life they wanted, encouraged everyone she knew around her to go for their dreams. The few short years that she was in my life, despite difficult circumstances, were ones in which I managed to find some happiness. ..and now. ..for the first time you are all going to know what she endured. I know a lot of you were told that what happened to my mother was an accident. ..well, it wasn't." and in a shaking voice he enumerated the story of his life. .leaving out only the rape because he wasn't sure he'd be believed.
Rude cringed at several parts of the story, even some of them he'd heard before. It was truly traumatic in parts, but... Reno needed to be heard.
He looked directly at his grandfather when he said "If it weren't for mom, I never would have had the courage to reach out for Rude. ..and if it weren't for Rude, I would have been dead long ago, many times over"
Rude fought the urge to brush the compliment off, doing nothing more than acting as a source of comfort for his partner.
Reginald frowned, his aging lips mouthing the words, "Queer... Fag..."
Reno simply sneered at his grandfather then spoke aloud "And some of you think Rude and I's love is wrong just because the form it comes in isn't traditional. ..somea you strongly enough ta kill to defend your beliefs. ..well let me say one thing. ..love is a good and precious thing, no matter where you find it. And I'd sure as FUCK rather be with Rude than some bitch who's only there because she thinks a Turk's some cheap thrill. and yes, my hand did push the button that dropped the plate on Sector 7. Did I regret it? Damn right I did. But I did it to protect someone I love more than life itself. .and I'd do it again if it came down to that. I would regret it just as much, but I'd do it again."
Rude shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't so keen on being part of the center of attention at a place where he was the only unknown.
He stepped away from the microphone, practically DARING his grandfather to say something when he was called.
Reginald declined his chance to speak. He had never thought of Reno's mother as anything more than a pretty face in life, why would he speak false words of praise at her death?
Reno watched his aunt and uncle come up to the podium, again his eyes flashing challenge.
Rude squeezed Reno's hand, silently asking him not to cause another scene.
As his aunt spoke, she kept her speech mild when speaking of her sister in law, her own eyes telling her husband the same. Before she herself surprised everyone by saying. "Reginald. .I am surprised at your defense of your son. .I know what he did to your grandson, even if you don't. ..Marie called me that morning and told me everything. .."
"My son did nothing wrong," Reginald replied, going into a coughing fit shortly after the word 'wrong'.
"You don't call raping your own boy wrong, you are sicker than I thought. ." with that she stepped down.. clearly showing the dividing line of who stood where.
The word "Dicipine," was spoken by the old man, syllables cut off with further coughing before he finished each part of the word.
As her casket was lowered into the ground people pointedly stayed away from the old man, gathering around Reno with condolences and loving words. "here" Maggie handed Reno a house key, it went to their vacation home in Costa. "She'd have wanted you to have this."
Rude raised an eyebrow in question at Reno.
"Mom's vacation house in Costa...you know the little house next to the Villa Del Sol? this is to that."
"I don't remember anyone vacationing there..." Rude replied with a frown.
"Her dad bought it. ..she never got to use it. . ..thanks to Dad."
Rude thought a little more, then shrugged as if dismissing it.
Maggie smiled a bit as she walked away.
Reno then leaned into Rude as they walked out, Tifa approachign with Rennan.
Rude nodded a greeting to the woman and smiled at the child. He was glad Rennan hadn't been forced into sitting through the whole ceremony. It would have been torture for the hyperactive child.
"Papa's ok?"
Reno had withdrawn a bit now, exhastion becoming obvious in the lines of his body. .. it had been draining, the whole event, to say the least.
"Papa'll be all right," Rude nodded, that small smile still on his face.
"Let's go home. ." he took Rennan's hand in one, and Rude's in the other.
"Home," Rude echoed with a nod.