Rude moved about as if nothing were out of the ordinary, finding that sometimes the best thing to do was, well, what they normally did. "My turn to make dinner," he said casually. "Anything in particular you two want?"
"That spaghetti ya made that time was awesome. ..I'd like that." He smiled slightly, the tremors beginning to die off. He'd talk about it after he'd eaten and recharged some. While dinner cooked, filling the house with wonderful smell of Rude's home made mushroom marinara, he helped Rennan with his homework.
Rude very quietly hummed a little song while he cooked, an upbeat Costan folk tune that made just about every native to that area smile upon the first note.
And smile Reno did, he knew, somehow, that Momma was there in spirit, and always would be, and SHE'D be proud of the life he'd made for himself. She used to tell him "Renny, you make whatever life you want for yourself, be strong, stand up for what you want, don't ever let anyone tell you you can't do something just because we happen to be poor and live below the plate, you hear me?" it made him smile all the more, remembering those words.
Rude bobbed his head a little as he hummed. He took out a spoon, using the back of it to taste some of the sauce. He licked his lips for a moment, placing the spoon in the sink before he shook his head and went over to the spice rack. If his mother were there, she'd surely make a comment about how Rude had picked up his kitchen manners from her.
When supper was finished, Rennan's homework packed back away in his bookbag, hands washed, and clothes from the previous night picked up from the floor, sorted into dry cleaning and normal laundry, they both were sitting. Reno actually began to share with his his son some of his momma's sayings. "Momma used to tell me that being rich or poor didn't matter. ..it's how hard your'e willing to try to get what you want from life. You take that to heart, Rennan, and you'll be able to achieve whatever you want when you're older."
Rude set the pot of sauce next to the bowl of noodles he'd already put on the table, sitting down in his customary seat at the head of the table. That was something, he realized with a tiny smile, he'd picked up from his father. It was strange, how much he realized he was a blending of his parents, something he probably would no have realized without having -- and it was only a little mental gulp this time -- a kd.
That is partially what SCARED Reno a little, he knew he had a few of his father's tendencies. ..mostly in his ability to be reckless at times. To know that he had ANY of his father in him scared the Hell out of him, as he would tell Rude later. He didn't want to EVER let loose on Rennan the way his father had him, the possibility that he one day COULD scared the Hell out of him..
Rude shook his head, noticing the tiny frown on Reno's face. "My Momma used to tell me to get my elbows off the table," he teased, nodding to both father and son with both elbows on said table.
"Heh, yeah." He moved his elbow. "Sorry. ..was woolgathering, huh?"
"Just a little," Rude replied.
Reno smiled a little distractedly then his face saying he'd talk about it after Rennan was in bed.
Rude smiled back, finishing his dinner.
"Ok, it's bath and then bed for you, Rennan, and NO sneaking on the pc and staying on it until 11 pm like you did at Tifa's last night!"
"But Papa!" the boy whined as Rude set about cleaning up the dinner dishes and putting the leftovers in the fridge.
"No buts, you got school in the morning, and you do get whiny when you don't get enough sleep." And then he shared another of his mother's witticisms almost without realizing. "Buts are for the backs of little boys not for convincing someone to let you have something you want, now into the tub with ya."
"Awwww," he complained, making his way to the bathroom anyway.
Reno chuckled as Rennan finished his bath and then he helped him into his pajamas, and got him settled into bed with a hug and a kiss and a bedtime story. Once he'd done that he sat down on the sofa where Rude was watching some crime drama and set his head on Rude's shoulder. "I guess. ..what's bothering me is I know I got somea Dad's odd tendencies. My recklessness? That's all Dad. ..and it scares me a little ya know?"
Rude knew all about being afraid of what one was capable of doing. He was the one with the anger problem, after all.
"I don't ever wanna hurt Rennan like Dad did me. ..I think I'd probably wanna kill myself if I ever did.. I love him ta death." He sighed, shaking his head, but yes, getting the fear out in the open, even if it didn't solve the problem, somehow made it easier to DEAL with it.
"You're not your father," Rude said plainly.
He nodded then. "No,, I'm not. .I turn it inward for the most part. ..something else I know you don't really like me doing, either,." He shrugged a little bit, the cutting was partially that, him turning that anger inward and onto himself.
"You're a perfectly normal father." And Rude really, truly believed that.
That made Reno smile. "I tried to actually treat Rennan a lot like Mom treated me. ..She was. ." and he suddenly got reminiscent. "She used to sit me up on her lap when I was Rennan's age. .showing me where all the keys were. ..her bigger hands on mine. That old piano was all we had left after we moved from above the plate to under it after Dad was fired.I loved those times."
Rude nodded, putting his arm around Reno's shoulders and holding him close, letting him speak what was on his mind.
"Momma used to say things like 'Don't let the fact that you're poor keep you from getting what you want from life.' and 'Sometimes you have to come at a problem from an angle you'd never think to in order to solve the problem.' Smart, smart woman. ..I don't know how she missed all of the signs of Dad being what he was."
"Love is blind," Rude quoted his own mother... the be all, end all, smartest woman in the world... according to him.
"Maybe. ..I think she mighta had a bit of a savior complex, ya know? She thought. .maybe if she loved Dad long enough. .hard enough. . he'd be a good man."
Rude kept his ideas that some women thought like that to himself. It was a respectful thing to say in the wake of the woman's passing.
"I know I have that problem too a little bit." He chuckled at himself. "But I turned out to be right."
Rude's frown held a teasing edge to it. "You don't have to love me enough to make me a good man; I AM a good man, Reno Tarshil." That frown quickly gave way to a smile.
Reno tilted a brow, then grinned, actually grinned. It still held a tinge of sadness to it, and would for a long while. ..but still...it was a good thing, right?
"Told you," Rude replied, tilting his head forward to press his nose to Reno's.
Reno leaned in, tilting his head down so their lips met, and he spoke those three words that he knew made Rude feel good, even if he teased him about being a sap sometimes. "I love you, Rude Urar, with every ounce of my being. Never forget that."
"Kinda hard to," Rude replied, moving away to place a kiss on Reno's nose.
Reno sighed, leaning into him, hoping for just ONE more night of peace before Shion showed up again.
Rude just held the redhead in his arms, not really doing anything one way or the other, just holding him.
Reno leaned up then, mouth pressing to Rude's with soft, gentle pressure.. his eyes closing a bit.
The words "Love you" slid from Rude's lips inbetween kisses, his tongue flicking out to request entrance to Reno's mouth.
Reno let him, moaning a bit at the heady, wonderous scent that was Rude's alone, it was intoxicating.
Rude's hands moved on Reno's back, his own body helping the man lean backwards until he was laying on the couch. A tiny, pleasant moan left Rude's lips as he paused to lick at Reno's kiss-swollen ones.
Reno moaned softly again, this one a bit deeper, his fingers dancing over the bald skull. ..it felt so wonderful to be just like this. ..to have Rude's hands on that slender body again.
Rude shifted his position, lining up his body to Reno's the best he could. He could feel that the redhead was enjoying himself as he slightly ground his hips against his partner's.
Reno's skin pinked, his breath hitching just the tiniest bit. ..whether in pleasure or a supressed sob, who would ever know,but the pink flush of arousal never dimmed.
"Want you," Rude mumbled, knowing he didn't really need to say the words, as it was evident in his body's reactions.
"Take me, yo. ..please. ." the hitching breath that came out this time did sound a bit like a sob, but his body spoke volumes.
A tiny sound of a sleeping child came from the hallway to Rennan's room, freezing Rude. He blinked, pulling away from Reno. "Not here," he said, standing and holding his hand out to help Reno do the same.
Reno took it, slipping into their bedroom, knowing that even when he stifled the sounds a romp on the sofa was NOT the best idea in the world, being caught by Livewire was bad enough.
Rude nodded towards the bed. "Strip."
Reno stripped, quickly. . .his own arousal bobbing at the crown of his legs, making things very obbvious.
"On the bed." Rude's commands were crisp, clear, but held a current of desire under them.
Reno laid down, and his eyes asked how.
"On your stomach." Rude began removing his clothes at a slightly slower pace, eyes focusing on Reno's pale form in the small amount of moonlight that came through the blinds.
Reno laid on his belly, his body completely relaxed, waiting for his touch, aching for it, craving it.
Before Rude went to the bed, he opened the blinds on the window facing the moon, letting in more of that cool light to pool around the redhead. He stood there for a moment, just taking in the lovely sight.
Reno on his belly with a single leg crooked just the tiniest bit, red hair spilled out like a curtain around him and down his back, skin milk pale, though scarred. You couldn't BE a Turk without sustaining scar tissue, though not all of that scar tissue was from his job. ..the moonlight even silvered the scar underneath his manhood, the result of Corneo's cruelty, and the one on his tailbone from Krastof. his body was a roadmap of his lifetime of hardship. . but that lifetime had made him stronger. ..
A tiny noise of appreciation came from Rude's throat as he made his way to the bed. He crawled on it, kneeling beside Reno. His hands, usually so warm, were a tad chilled, but he rubbed them together to heat them before laying them on the redhead's back, fingers instinctually seeking out sore muscles.
Reno moaned just a bit in response, that soft sound coming from his throat as he softly said "I can't believe I was ever afraid of that bigoted son of a bitch."
Rude's touch slowly went from healing to arousing as his fingers sought out the parts of Reno's back and sides that made the redhead squirm. "Shh," he said softly. "No words of anyone else now. Just... be here with me."
Reno sighed as relief came to tightened muscles, he leaned into the touch, soaking up every bit of it. "I missed this ..more than you know, yo."
"Me too," Rude replied, moving his hands down to gently massage Reno's ass and thighs.
Reno arched into the touches again, and Rude would be able to see how the hint of his balls and cock he could see were pulsing just slightly with the pleasure he was receiving. "You're so good to me. ..better than I deserve sometimes."
Rude shook his head, even though he knew Reno wouldn't be able to see it. His thumbs dug into tense thigh muscles, loosening them painlessly before fingertips trailing light touches over the insides of those thighs.
His breath hitched, "You feel wonderful. .."
"Keep telling me that and I might believe you," he teased, taking a single finger and lightly running it between the redhead's cheeks.
Reno arched his back up more, another hitch of breath ending in a sighing groan. "It's true. ."
"I'm sorry," Rude teased, running his finger again lightly. "Is this bothering you?"
"fuck no. .. feels. ..Gods. ."
Rude shook his head. "Sarcasm, Reno," he mumbled, folding his body down to nip lightly at the skin of Reno's lower back.
Of course he doesn't know the difference right now, too absorbed in the feelings of the big hands on him. .."Love feeling your hands all over me."
Rude chuckled, that deep chuckle that he had while they were being intimate, his hands moving over Reno's skin as his lips and teeth touched parts of the redhead's back he knew would get a reaction out of his partner.
Another hitching moan. ..and despite how shy with his words he normally was in bed he actually said "Please. ..I want you to fuck me. ..drive me into the damn mattress. .."
"Since you asked so nicely," Rude said with that same chuckle. He reached towards the nightstand, taking out the bottle of lube. He coated a pair of fingers, sliding them along Reno's opening before pressing a single one all the way inside.
Reno shivered. ..an all over tremor that drove the finger in yet more deeply. .brushing against the nerves inside in a way that made him gasp. ."Sweet fucking Shiva. .."
Rude slid his second finger in, arching them just so and making sure Reno was nice, loose, and lubed.
Another tiny gasp, a moan of Rude's name as his body began to light up. ..THIS is the loving he had missed. ..this was what was his and Rude's alone. ..something Josh had never and would never have.
Rude's fingers slowly left his lover's body, leaving the big man to moved himself over his slighter companion. He placed himself at Reno's entrance, just waiting for that last little indication that he always wanted, that last little thing that said 'Yes, Rude, this is what I want."
He got it in a slight tilting backward of that head, baring the elegent neck completely, and a hissing moan that was accompanied by a lifting of his hips.
Rude pressed in slowly, not stopping until he was fully seated in that heat.
Reno as he was impaled began panting, his head tilting even further back to rest on Rude's shoulder as the bigger man leaned over him, the sweet scent of passion beginning to exude from his pores with each thrust.
Rude arched, pulling himself out slowly before thrusting back in with a snap of his hips.
"Ngn. .." the wordless vocalazation that hinted of a bliss so overwhelming he couldn't express it with words was uttered from deep within that slender chest, sensation spiraling out from where Rude thrusted inside and outward along his nerves until every part of his body was buzzing with feeling completely indescribable. His toes curled, and his fingers clawed the bedsheets as the large Costan did UNBELIEVABLE things to his body.
Wordless sounds fell from Rude's lips as he continued to pull slowly from Reno, only to thrust back in with a snapping of his hips. He could feel the pleasureful sensations tickling his nerves.
When Reno finally found some sort of power of speech the only thing that came out where a few mumbled, strangled curses. ..each thrust drove his cock into the bedsheets, and brought another hissing gasp from him. ..he was dribbling tiny white pearls that stuck to the bedsheets and his head tilted further back with each snapping thrust.
"Like that--" Rude gasped between thrusts. "--don't you?"
All he could do was nod slightly as his eyes slid closed and his body shuddered under Rude with the intensity, his body moving automatically to meet each thrust, before white fire exploded behind his eyelids, forcing him to bury his face into the mattress to muffle the pleasured cry that came out as he thrashed when orgasm ripped through the slender form, causing him to clamp down hard on this one he married.
Rude's hips moved forward with much force, burying him to the hilt inside that wonderfully spasming channel, allowing it to draw out his own climax.
"Love you. .." he whispered." before collapsing on his belly.
A grunt was Rude's response before he pulled himself out and flopped sideways, laying next to Reno.
Tseng meanwhile was sitting awake at the kitchen table, he and Rufus going over the paperwork from the work site.
Rufus chewed on the end of his pen, mentally calculating the time it would take to finish up the building enough to occupy it.
So caught up in their work were the two that neither of them noticed the small form slipping in through the open bedroom window. ..Dark Nation, having been drugged, did not give the alarm, she was fast asleep, her kittens curled around her.
"There's no way we're going to be finished enough to be in there before the first snow," Rufus said, his tone holding a tiny, almost impercievable whine to it. "And we do not have any more manpower we can borrow from Reeve..."
"We may have to bite the bullet and contract a crew." Tseng stated. There were several companies that took building contracts around Edge, and the tower was actually considered a prime contract to land, especially as Rufus had been hesitant to use contracters because they were so gods awful expensive.
A yawn slid past Rufus' all-business exterior, indicating just how long a day they had put in. "We'll call Reeve in the morning, see who he would recommend. ShinRa does not have the best name right now, and it wouldn't do to have some unsavory people working on my building."
That is when the dagger was set against Tseng's throat, his eyes clearly saying "Not this again."
Rufus outwardly showed no sign of fear or even discomfort. "I told you your child needed discipline," he said softly.
"Onto the bed. ..Father knows the punishment for this crime quite well."
Rufus rolled his eyes. "This again?" A tiny smile touched the corner of his mouth as he stood, buttoning his jacket before turning his back to them and walking towards the bed. "You would think, for one who dislikes the idea of two men together so much, you would be in less of a hurry to see such a sight."
"I don't particularly wish to, but there is something to be said for tradition, is there not?"
Tseng did not comment, having a sharp dagger wielded by a skilled ninja at his throat was plenty of inducment to stay quiet.
"I suggest you shut your filthy Shinra trap if you don't wish to see him die now."
"Respect your elders," Rufus said casually, slipping off his shoes as he climbed onto the bed. "I suppose you would like to see me undressed?"
"That would be the point of this entire excersize, would it not?" He poked his father with the dagger in a gesture of warning, drawing a tiny bead of blood.
Rufus sighed. "Patience. Children should also have patience," he muttered, carefully removing his jacket, folding it, then setting it aside before moving on to the next piece of his clothing.
Shion waited until Rufus was fully undressed before siftly grabbing Rufus and holding him at knifepoint while his father undressed.
Tseng motioned with his eyes in a signal that Rufus would understand that his shotgun was hidden underneath their mattress.
Rufus raised his eyesbrows back, a clear indication that he was well aware of that, but how the hell was he going to fish it out with a knife against his throat?
Tseng's expression said "You'll have your chance, you do usually bottom you know."
Rufus just rolled his eyes and sighed.
Tseng as he finished undressing settled to his knees.
Shion released Rufus from the knifehold so he could also kneel in front of Tseng.
"What would you have us do?" Rufus asked, that tiny smile returning to his face. "I hear that, while not as good as our dear Reno, I am rather skilled with my mouth."
"Oh, trust me, I will delight in going after them when I have finished with you two. But I have little time. ..on your knees, Shinra. .Father is to get on with this business."
Tseng rolled his eyes inwardly. Of course his son would want to get this done quickly so he could take both trophies in one day before Yuffie caught up to him.
Another roll of his eyes, looking for all the world like a petulant teenager, Rufus did as he was told.
Tseng got the lube out of the dresser, Shion watching him closely the whole time as he spread it over his fingers, preparing Rufus, Then sliding home.
It was a rather uncomfortable feeling, having no preamble to this joining. It did, however, allow Rufus to slide closer to the edge of the bed, to drape his arms off.
Shion held his dagger to Tseng's back, in such a way that it would pierce both their hearts with a single thrust.
Tseng moved slowly, knowing that he was safe for the time being, gesturing with his eyes for Rufus to get the gun as soon as he could.
Rufus knew he had to make his fumblings look believable, at least from Shion's angle. A moan left his lips as he felt Tseng touch that spot inside him, a moan that covered him nearly dropping the just found shotgun.
Tseng moaned softly as well, some things one simply could not deny themselves.
Shion sneered a bit, pressing the dagger just the tiniest bit, he was enjoying the fact that he would soon be rid of two more deviants.
Rufus needed a better way to get a shot. "Tseng," he moaned. "Let me... let me see you." He wanted to roll over, to face Tseng so he could at least see their adversary before firing a round.
Tseng nodded, turning him to face him, holding him.
A well timed hit on that spot inside him made Rufus arch his back, his arm reaching down to grasp his shotgun tightly. Just a little more...
Tseng wrapped his mouth around Rufus' nipple just then.
Rufus looked down at Tseng, the sat up, the muscles in his abdomen straining to lift both him and Tseng up enough. Rufus brought up his gun, aimed without much thought, and fired a shot into the child's chest.
Shion looked down in utter shock, watching the crimson stain blossom across his chest for several long moments before the pain registered and he dropped. .but not before the dagger pentrated Tseng's shoulder, causing the older Wutain to wince in pain.
"I suppose I should be fortunate your good aim threw his off."
Rufus stood quickly, holding his gun to bear on the child, unsure if he should let him out of his sight. "Is he...?"
Shion let out one last hitching gasp before no more sounded, that gasp was extremely wet sounding.
Rufus set the weapon down on the bed, looking over at Tseng. "I... I'm sorry, Tseng."
Tseng began reciting the prayer of the dead in his native tounge quietly for a few moments before speaking "It was a necessity. ..unfortunatly. We would have been hunted for the rest of our days had we allowed him to live."
"He was your flesh... your blood..." Rufus said softly, staring down at the child that lay dead at his hand.
"Yes, he was. . .but he had been dead to me for many years already." His tone told of the regret of the fuedal laws that had brought them to this point in time.
"You don't... mourn his death?" Rufus questioned, starting to feel a tinge of shock touching the corners of his nerves.
Tseng turned. ..and when he did Rufus would see the beginnings of moisture at the corners of his eyes, set in a face schooled to be without emotion. He was quiet in his grief, as he was in most everything.
"I'm sorry... so very sorry," Rufus said softly, unable to take his eyes from the boy's corpse.
Tseng turned, leaning into him as he called the police. ..before calling the landline at the boys' condo.
"Hello?" Rude said sleepily, trying not to wake Reno up.
"Shion is. ..no longer a threat." His voice choked a bit as he informed Rude of this. . .a soft knock sounding over the line just then as the police arrived to remove the body.
Rude frowned. "Is he...?" he asked, already thinking he knew the answer.
"Yes. ..he is. ." He looked over the body of his son as the police zipped up the body bag, asking Rufus questions as to how the death had occured.
"How?" Rude's tone was even, and he could hear the slight changes in Tseng's that indicated the incident had happened rather recently.
"Shot. ..by Rufus. ." his voice hitched again but he held back the lump that threatened quite well.
Rude spoke quickly, but unhurriedly. "My apologies."
"It was. ..unavoidable. I thought you should know you have one less threat to watch your back against."
Rude kept his comment of 'about damn time' to himself. "Will you be returning to Wutai to bury him?" he asked.
"I will have to have the princess speak to her father to see if we will be given permission to bury him there, but she is an extraordinarily persuasive woman, so I am sure we will be."
"I see."
"I have to speak to the police. .. do be so kind as to inform Reno in the morning, if you will."
"I will. Again, my apologies, sir."
"Thank you." He hung up the phone as a youthful looking officer approached him to corroborate his story with Rufus'.
"Sir," the young officer nodded. "I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you would."
"Of course."
"What, exactly, transpired this evening?"
"He slipped in through our window. ..demanded we engage sexual activities while holding a dagger to my back. . .he was going to kill us both with a single dagger thrust at the moment of orgasm. ..in order to defend our lives, my husband reached underneath his bed, taking the shotgun he had there, and when he was able to, he fired one shot into the victim's chest."
"Did you feel there were no other alternatives to the death of the child?"
"There were none. ..he was. ..a highly trained ninja." what remained unspoken is that the child had been his son.
"Do you know why he would possibly have a grudge against you or Mr. ShinRa?"
Tseng looked down, then up. ..and the whole story spilled from his lips, holding nothing back.