I'm interpreting the Honeybee as a straight-up brothel for this, though I know the implications in canon can be interpreted more colorfully.
Warnings: Language, sexual situations, implied future yaoi.
Enjoy.
fire mystic
Illicit Designs
Nice tits.
That was his first thought as she strutted by.
Long legs, sweet ass.
Yeah, she'd do, yo.
He lit a cigarette as he followed her down the hall of the brothel. What luck his new job had brought him here tonight; what a perk that he had about an hour to himself. And what better way to spend it?
Well, he could think of one other, but that wasn't an option at the moment.
He paused at the door as the elevator slid open down the hall and he caught the sound of a familiar voice from within.
Rufus Shinra, Tseng at his back listening to the spoiled bastard go on about how unnecessary this was.
Reno's lip twitched as he leaned against the door jamb to watch the two men walk down the hall, Rufus' white coat swirling out behind him like a cape.
Stupid fuck. Wasn't even smart enough to appreciate Daddy's waste of money without bitching about it.
Of course, Reno couldn't figure why Old Man Shinra, so determined to get his cherry son laid, would send him here.
Reno had it figured out. He knew the Inn didn't have anything Rufus Shinra would be interested in.
Nope. For all the Honeybee had to offer, it fell short on this one, completely failing to provide for Rufus Shinra's particular tastes. There were, after all, no men on the menu.
Yes, Reno had it figured out, and as he reached down to adjust the throbbing ache of his cock within the confining fabric of his pants, he vowed that though he would relieve that ache in the softer flesh of a woman this night, one of these days he would be the one to give Rufus precisely what he wanted, exactly what he needed.