Title: Be Mine
Summary: Cloud thought he was sharing a drink with Reno during a lonely Valentine's Day. Little did he know, he had begun a game of cat and mouse that slowly wound up to him missing pairs of his underwear...and dating Reno.
Warnings: Smut, swearing, alcohol, smoking, ...Reno.
Disclaimer: I own little.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, the blonde stepped out of the steamy bathroom and slowly walked towards his bureau, picking out a set of leather clothing for the day. Drying off completely before dressing, the blonde then checked to make sure that he had everything he needed to go on with his day. His phone was fully charged and all of his messages were listened to. Running his fingers through his damp hair, he tried to tame the unruly, blonde locks, just to sigh softly in defeat. Heading out of his room, the blonde walked down the hallway before stopping into a small room and picking out two of the packages, carrying them down the stairs and out of the bar, walking around to where Fenrir was parked.
Setting the large boxes onto the ground, the blonde set to attaching them to the motorcycle, making sure that they would not fall off during the drive before heading back into the bar. Saying a brief goodbye to everyone, the swordsman checked to make sure he had his Buster Sword before settling down onto Fenrir and putting on his sunglasses. Reaching into his right pockets, the blonde paused.
Wait, where were his keys?
Feeling the panic rising in the pit of his stomach, the blonde tried to calm down as he searched all of his pockets. Muttering soft curses to himself, why did he have to buy pants with so many pockets in the first place, Cloud quickly got off of the motorcycle before checking around it; making sure that he did not drop them when he arrived home last night. With no sight of the keys in his path, the blonde hurried inside, nearly bumping into Tifa and startling her.
"Geez, Cloud!"She said as she clapped her hands over her chest. "You nearly scared me to death!"
"Sorry," he muttered. "Have you seem my keys anywhere?"
"No, did you lose them?"
"Possibly..." he said before heading upstairs, missing the soft smile that she gave him. Heading into his room, the blonde began to look through his pants from the following evening. When that prove fruitless, he checked he bed and bathroom. Still finding nothing, the frustrated blonde opened the drawers to his bureau. Pausing, the man frowned. He could have sworn that he had more boxers that what was left. Ignoring the thought that Reno decided to pilfer his undergarments, the blonde searched through all of the drawers. Standing there, still without any keys, Cloud took several deep breaths. Hearing an motor start in the near distance, the blonde hairs on the naps of his neck rose up.
"...Son of a bitch..." he cursed softly before running down the stairs and out of the bar as quickly as he could, nearly running directly into the person speeding away on Fenrir. A motorcycle helmet covered the thief's face, making it impossible for the blonde to see who was riding away on his prized possession.
Ignoring all common sense that screamed for him to call the police, the blonde grabbed Denzel's bicycle as quickly as he could before peddling after the crook that took Fenrir. Moving as fast as he could, Cloud gave the person on his motorcycle chase, not taking long to zoom in on the other person. Hearing a muffled curse, the blonde nearly collided with the thief when the other person attempted to cut him off and make a sharp turn in from on him.
Blue eyes widened slightly in surprise as he made the turn a bit easier before continuing to give the thief chase. The person obviously was not expecting him to follow him in pursuit; swerving though traffic in an attempt to lose the enraged blonde that was on his tail. Following the thief across the city, Cloud grit his teeth at the way the leather began to stick to his sweating skin, making it all the more irritating as he peddled the bicycle. Unbeknownst to Cloud, the driver on his motorcycle smirked, leading Cloud into heavy traffic and cutting through alleys.
Speeding up, the blonde frowned. He was so close; during the last stream of traffic he rode into, he lose sight of his Fenrir and the person riding away on it. Cursing himself, Cloud began his ride back home on Denzel's bike. He would have to call the cops before he could take yet another shower. Skin chaffing uncomfortably, the blonde was please to see the Seventh Heaven in the near distance. He carefully set Denzel's bike by the front entrance before heading inside, nodding at Tifa as he head upstairs before she could start to question him as to what happened. Sitting down on his bed, the blonde took slow and deep breaths.
He had been robbed. It was that simple. So, why was it so hard to come to terms with?
Pulling out his phone, Cloud dialed the police, telling them what had happened leading up to his chase. Informing the officer about the make and model of Fenrir, he gave the woman his license plate number and thanked her for her enthusiasm in getting the officers to be on the look-out for anyone driving the blonde's motorcycle. Nodding to himself, the blonde ended the call before carefully stripping off his leather outfit, placing them into the wicker hamper beside his bureau and heading back into the shower.
Taking a cold bath, the blonde sighed as he tried to relax. His legs, thighs especially, were rubbed raw; normally pale skin now pink with irritation. Gently washing himself clean, he hissed softly at the burning sensation that consumed the skin on his inner thighs.
Once he felt clean and more relaxed, the blonde carefully rose from the tub, unstopped the drain, and dried off. Pulling on a pair of soft, cotton pants and a robe, he went over to his bed and lied down. Picking up his phone, he called the two people he was going to be delivering the packages to; informing them about the loss of Fenrir and their boxes. Groaning once both calls had finally ended, he moved to make himself comfortable underneath the covers, answering quickly when his phone rang. "Cloud Strife speaking."
"Yo, you got mugged today?" a familiar voice asked. "Shit, did they fuck up yer pretty face, yo?"
"...My face isn't pretty, Reno," Cloud said as he rolled his eyes. He was really hoping for the cops to call him back, as unrealistic as the thought might have been.
"Sure is!" Reno said. "Now, tell me what happened; guns? Knives? Did they maim Big Tits?"
"What? No!"
"...Damn."
"That's a horrible thing to say!"
"Nah," Reno said as he grinned. "What's horrible is how much she must have paid to get them things, yo! Fuck, she must be breakin' her back trying to catch yer attention, yo."
"What? Tifa wouldn't get implants!"
"For the bog hero of the planet? Come on, Chocobo-Head. She'd toss off her panties and spread them legs open wide if you just asked her! Fuck the kids, she wouldn't care about 'em if she could get her pussy plowed by yer cute ass!"
"...You're mental. Tifa isn't attracted to me; we've been friends for a while and knew each other longer than we've been friends," Cloud muttered as he shook his head. "...How do you keep getting in my room?"
"...Did you know that you snore softly when you sleep?"
"...Reno..."
"Aww, come on, yo," the Turk said as he chuckled. "If I told you that, you'd be reinforcing my main entrance and that would be the end of this. ...Well, until I find a new way in."
"...You do realize you could always visit on the weekends? Marlene is fond of you."
"How about you?" the redhead asked with a smirk that Cloud could hear.
"Marlene's fond of me, too," Cloud said as he shrugged.
"...Shit, tell me "blonde" ain't genetic, yo!"
"...Blonde isn't genetic? I don't see wh-" Cloud paused as the redhead burst into fits of laughter on the other line. "...Are you done?"
"Yer a riot, Spike!" Reno said as he chuckled, panting softly. "So tell me, what does it take to get a date from you, yo?"
"...A date?"
"Yeah."
"...With me?"
"No, with Big Tits! Of course, with you! Come on, yo; a man's got needs."
"...Did you just call me a whore?"
"What? Fuck no, Blondie! Don't get me twisted...well, unless yer into kinky shit. Are you, yo? 'Cause I know some things that'll make yer toes curl when ya come!"
"Good-bye, Reno," Cloud said before hanging up. Covering his face with his hands, the blonde groaned before looking at the time. It was barely even nine in the morning and he was already contemplating going back to sleep. Dealing with a robber and Reno early in the morning were two tiring events.
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