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24 – Twists and Turns
A small smile curved Sephiroth's lips as he shut the oven door. He placed the heat protecting pads onto the kitchen counter and made his way to the front door. The smile widened at the conversation on the other side and he pressed the open button.
"Told ya we didn't need to knock yo," Reno said as the door glided open. "Hey Sephiroth."
"It's called being polite Reno. Didn't anyone teach you manners?" snipped Genesis, scowling slightly.
"Course, but I forgot most of 'em."
"You're insufferable."
"Ya've said that before."
"It remains accurate."
"Ya love me and ya know it," Reno grinned. "Eh, yer being impolite," the redhead smirked, gesturing to Sephiroth.
Arms crossed over his chest, Genesis narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed, but a smile tugged the corners of his lips. "Hello Sephiroth. Enjoying the new clothes?" The SSC was wearing jeans and an azure polo shirt that brought out the blue in his eyes.
"Genesis, Reno," Sephiroth replied, waving the two inside. "Yes. They are more comfortable than I imagined."
"Good," Genesis smiled.
"Nice digs yo," called the redhead from the center of the living room, drawing the attention of both SOLDIERs.
"Thank you," Sephiroth said. "Dinner will be done shortly."
"What are we havin'?"
"Chicken baked in wild onion sauce, rice with wild mushrooms, and a salad. If you'd like dessert, there is fruit salad or carrot cake with cream cheese icing."
"Sounds good," Reno replied, swiping at his mouth. "Think I'm droolin' yo."
"Make yourselves comfortable," said the silver. "Would either of you like anything to drink?"
"Got any soda?"
"Yes," Sephiroth nodded, gaze swiveling to Genesis.
"Water would be fine."
The SSC darted toward the kitchen and Genesis joined Reno, who was moving slowly around the living room.
"All this new?" Reno asked.
"Yes."
"Looks sharp," the Turk replied, nodding and continuing to move around the room, not knowing what else to say. Emotions rose within him and while familiar, he hadn't felt them in a long time.
17 years ago the Sector 3 slums had been a mess as Shinra built the plate above the slummers heads. Many homes had been razed to make room for the heavy equipment required for such a task and once everything was brought in the living space was reduced to less than half of what it had been. Most families moved out and only about a third stayed to work on the construction teams. They were hard working, proud families who made very little for such dangerous work. This was the chaotic and hazardous environment into which Reno was born.
While it was true he'd never been abused, he had been neglected, held back, and generally looked down upon. Both of his parents worked on the construction of the plate. His mother had taken little time off after he was born since the family couldn't survive without the income of both adults. With both parents working, Reno had spent the majority of his time at daycares and babysitters before he started school. By the time he was eight the redhead's parents deemed him old enough to take care of himself. His parents didn't return until late at night, by which time he'd completed his homework, fed himself, and explored the area with the few slum kids close by. As Reno grew older he even managed to take a few small jobs and offered money to his parents, but it was never accepted.
Reno always assumed his parent's indifference to him was due to the long hours of backbreaking labor required to feed the family and his father's refusal of his money was so that he could use it for himself. He didn't push the issue and focused on is studies, eventually catching the eye of a recruiter for a Shinra run academy when he was 11. The school offered him a full scholarship, complete with a little spending money each week. It was an amazing opportunity and the perfect solution! His parents would have one less mouth to feed and he could get a solid education. Like most of his life however, things didn't work out the way he wanted.
Even though there was zero cost involved, his father adamantly refused to let him attend the school and his mother said nothing, not caring either way. At first Reno accepted it, figuring his parents had his best interest at heart even if he didn't see it that way. In time however, he understood his father hadn't let him attend the academy as a form of payback for ruining his life.
With that revelation Reno became pissed off and quit school entirely. He started loafing around the house doing absolutely nothing to support himself or the family. Perhaps if he depleted enough resources without replenishing them his parents would change their mind and let him go to the academy. In the end, his father had gotten him a job on the construction crew when he was 12. To spite him, he went to work for a few days, performed poorly, made a lot of enemies, and eventually got fired. Reno spent a few more weeks doing nothing until he realized what a drain he truly was and decided he was being childish. Finally, one day he woke up and left, deciding the only way to fix things was to take action. That was when he was 13 and he'd been on his own every since.
Looking back now Reno thought it was obvious that his parents had never wanted him. Why they hadn't done something before he was born or given him up for adoption was beyond him, however they'd tried to trap him into the same miserable life they'd had and he'd escaped, though just barely. Yet that fact still didn't completely register in his mind. Reno still felt an overwhelming desire to prove them wrong, to rise above where he'd come from and shove it down their throats. To find somewhere that his skills were accepted, valued, and wanted. To find somewhere that he was wanted instead of being looked upon as a financial drain.
Up to this point t redhead hadn't actually made a place for himself. Sure the Turks wanted him, or at least Tseng did, but that was professional. He was really starting to believe that Genesis wanted him, which was of course personal, but that wasn't it either. The redhead still lacked a place that was his. In his mind, his apartment didn't count because he'd always treated it as temporary. For the first time he realized he'd been holding himself back by just assuming everything would disappear and be pulled out from under him. In the same instant he vowed to stop thinking that way and move forward. He wanted Genesis to be a part of his future and to help him get over the past.
"Dinner will be done in five minutes," Sephiroth said, holding out a bottle of water in one hand and a can of soda in the other.
"Thank you," said Genesis, taking the water.
"Thanks yo," Reno stated, returning to the present. He grinned, popped the tab on the can, and took a long drink.
"You are welcome."
"Mind if we see the rest of the place?" asked the redhead.
"No. I will finish up dinner while you look around," Sephiroth replied, turning to head back into the kitchen.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like help?" Genesis called.
"The only thing left is the chicken. I will call when everything is ready."
Genesis trailed after Reno, who was already peering into the bathroom. By the time he reached the hallway the Turk had moved down the hall into the guest bedroom. The STC raised an eyebrow and glided through the open door. He watched as Reno walked over to the bed and pressed a hand into the mattress, testing it. "You alright?" the auburn asked.
"Yeah," Reno replied without looking up.
"Did I do something flirty?"
"What? No," Reno chuckled. "I just got lost in the past for a minute yo."
"Oh?"
"Don't worry 'bout it," the Turk said, wrapping his arms around the SOLDIER when he got within range, careful not to spill soda on him.
Years of practice had taught Genesis when to push and when to let things go. This was one of those 'let it go' instances. He sank into Reno's embrace and inhaled deeply, drawing immediate comfort from the scent. "Mmm, you smell good."
"I do?"
"Uh-huh."
"What do I smell like?"
"Lemongrass, cherry blossoms, and nutmeg."
"That sounds completely girly."
"It's not girly," Genesis giggled. "It's just you."
"Still sounds girly yo."
"It suits you; bright, clean, and crisp. I could wallow around in it forever."
"Heh, you can wallow around on me anytime."
"Hmm, good to know," purred the auburn, pressing their lips together.
"Dinner," Sephiroth called from the kitchen.
Reno pulled away with a grin. "Guess we'll have ta finish this later."
"Unfortunately yes," Genesis smirked, lightly trailing his fingers down the Turk's chest before heading out of the room.
"Shit," Reno muttered, following the STC and willing his member to be still.
Genesis entered the kitchen as Sephiroth was placing a piece of chicken on each plate. It looked delicious but his mind was elsewhere. Quit thinking with your dick. Damn hard to do when he was surrounded by perfect examples of beauty, strength, and intelligence. It took more willpower than he'd like to sit and concentrate on the task at hand. Maybe I'm turning into a sex addict. The thought made him smirk as Reno sat and Sephiroth handed him a casserole dish.
"I hope you like it," Sephiroth said, sitting.
"I'll eat anything. 'Sides, if it tastes half as good as it smells, we're good yo."
Sephiroth nodded and passed the Turk the casserole dish when the STC was finished. It wasn't as strange eating with two people as it was with one. Perhaps it was because conversation wouldn't be entirely dependent on his ability, or lack thereof, to keep it going. "Is everything acceptable?" he asked once his guests had sampled everything.
"Yep," Reno brightly replied.
"It is very good," commented the auburn. "Who taught you how to cook?"
"I taught myself."
"Really? You did well."
"Thank you."
"If ya ever get booted from SOLDIER I'll hire ya as my cook."
"Reno!" yipped the auburn aghast.
"What? Don't hurt ta have a fallback plan yo!"
"I'll keep it in mind," Sephiroth replied through a smile.
Amused, Genesis took another bite of chicken and some bit of tension he hadn't been aware of disappeared. He was pleased that Reno and Sephiroth were getting along. As a matter of fact, things were going far better than he'd expected. Until now, he hadn't realized how important it was to him that they at least tolerate each other, though of course he was hoping they'd get on better than that. They didn't have to be best friends, but friends would be nice. This was a solid start.
"What is your specialty, Reno?" Sephiroth asked after a few moments of silence.
"Specialty?" parroted the auburn, confused.
"Most Turks have something that makes them unique. They are often recruited because of it," the silver replied.
"I'm not most Turks yo."
"You do not have an area of expertise?"
"Didn't say that, just didn't get recruited because of 'em. Along with the usual combat skills I'm an electronics expert and a pilot second only ta Tseng, even before things went ta hell."
Sephiroth nodded. "Who recruited you?"
"Tseng."
"I see."
Reno shifted at the silver's tone, which sounded disapproving. "Somethin' wrong with that?" he asked, pushing his defensiveness to the side as best he could.
"I…" Sephiroth began but trailed off, spearing his last piece of chicken instead.
"Whatever it is just say it yo," coaxed the Turk, eyebrow raised.
"I was taught that being too close to someone, especially someone you work with, is wrong. It can lead to irrational decisions, hesitation, and weakness."
Reno's other eyebrow shot up in surprise. "Who the hell told ya that?"
"It is irrelevant."
"Oookay."
"The theory is sound, but one sided," Genesis interjected. "Whether consciously or not, you're aware of that."
"The theory is sound! It's chocoshit!" exclaimed Reno.
"No, it's not," the auburn calmly replied. "Imagine Elena and Tseng are on separate missions, equal distance from your location. Both are in grave danger and you can only save one, who would you save?"
"The hell kinda question is that?"
"One requiring an answer," Genesis replied.
"Tseng," scowled Reno.
"Alright. Now say Elena is in more danger and will die without assistance, yet it is still very likely Tseng will be severely injured or worse without you, would you still save Tseng?"
"I don't know!" Reno growled, stabbing a forkful of green beans. "I get the point."
"I wasn't trying to make you angry Reno," Genesis quietly said.
"I know," sighed the redhead in defeat. "I see what yer sayin' but not how that makes the theory one sided. Doesn't that just prove the theory?"
"My example did yes, but the theory doesn't account for emotional factors."
"Such as?" Sephiroth inquired.
"I smell another hypothetical yo," Reno grumbled through a grin before shoveling the last of his casserole into his mouth.
Genesis narrowed his eyes and smirked at the Turk before turning to Sephiroth. "Perhaps not. Think about this, if you care about someone and they are in danger wouldn't you fight harder to ensure their safety? To ensure their survival at whatever cost?"
"I've never thought about it," Sephiroth replied, lowering his eyes and staring at the empty plate and salad bowl in front of him. After a long pause he added, "If Reno or yourself were in trouble, I would do whatever I could to help. If that required pushing my skills to the limit I would do so."
A lopsided grin formed on the STC's face as he locked eyes with Reno's wide ones. He wasn't sure whether Reno was shocked that Sephiroth would fight for him, humbled, or simply in awe. Whatever the cause, Genesis was honored by the silver's admission. "Thank you Sephiroth. I would do the same for you."
"Me too yo."
A weak smile played across Sephiroth's lips as he looked up. He nodded then stood and began clearing the table. The two redheads helped and soon everything was clean and put away, leaving the kitchen spotless. Sephiroth pulled out a silver serving tray and placed fruit onto it as well as pieces of carrot cake. Once finished, the three made their way into the living room. Genesis and Reno sat on the couch, Sephiroth in one of the chairs.
"So Seph, what do ya do for fun?" Reno asked.
"You called me Seph," the silver replied.
"Eh, sorry," the Turk replied sheepishly.
"Why?"
"Why am I sorry or why did I call ya that?"
"Why did you call me that."
"I dunno. Kinda like a nickname I guess."
"A nickname?"
"'A familiar form of a proper name'," Genesis replied, once again putting his dictionary memorization to good use. "It's quite common to use shortened names for those close to you. In some places, like Wutai, the closer you are to a person, the shorter the name you call them."
"I see."
"Like I said, sorry. I didn't mean anything by it yo."
"What do you call Genesis?" Sephiroth asked.
"Gen."
"I call Angeal, 'Geal," Genesis shrugged.
"So it is not about being lovers?"
"What? No!" said Reno. "I mean, lovers can shorten names too but it isn't exclusive or anything. Friends do it too yo."
Sephiroth nodded. "You may call me Seph if you wish. You as well Genesis."
"Then call me Gen," the STC nodded.
"I'd tell ya to shorten my name, but ya kinda can't. What would ya call me, No?" Reno grinned.
"Reno is fine," smiled the silver while Genesis chuckled. "Please, help yourself to dessert. I must use the restroom." The redheads nodded and he rose, disappearing into the bathroom.
"Ya think I pissed him off?"
"No," Genesis replied.
"Good ta know."
"Why?"
"Fer starters," Reno began, picking up a piece of cake and a fork. "I thought things were goin' well. Secondly, I don' wanna piss you off. Third, it wasn't my intention. Last, I don't wanna get run through and by that I mean I don't wanna piss him off," he finished with a grin.
"It's not going to piss me off if you don't like him."
"Also good to know, but irritatin' yer friends ain't nice regardless. 'Sides, I'm startin' to like him," Reno replied, taking a bite. "Freakin' cake is great. Course I'd rather have somethin' else."
"So have some fruit."
"I was talking about you yo," Reno replied, leaning toward the STC until their lips were an inch apart.
Regardless of the inappropriateness of the location, Genesis couldn't stop his breath from catching. Ifrit the Turk was gorgeous! "I'm not the only flirt in this relationship," he purred, closing the distance between the two. His lips tingled as soon as they touched and the sensation slowly played along his nerves, causing goose bumps to rise all over his body. A soft breath escaped the STC and he closed his eyes.
A faint noise from the hallway caused the two to quickly pull apart. Reno gave the STC a devilish look and he winked as he drifted away, returning to his forgotten piece of cake. To his annoyance Genesis felt his face heat up and even though he wasn't in the habit of running, he wanted to hide somewhere until it passed. The best he could do was stare pointedly at the coffee table in front of him and mutter, "Sorry."
"It is fine," Sephiroth stated, returning to his chair.
Genesis looked up at Sephiroth's quiet tone and felt all the blood drain from his face. He could tell the silver wasn't mad, but beyond that he had no idea what he was thinking. Like it or not it unnerved him. "It was improper of us."
"You make the cake Seph? It's awesome."
"I did. Thank you."
"Yer welcome," Reno grinned, taking a bite. "So... ya interested in anyone?"
"Reno!" yelped the STC.
"What? Just a question yo."
"No," Sephiroth replied.
"Seriously?" the redhead said in surprise. "Why not? Over half the planet is gunnin' for ya," he added, causing Genesis to groan.
"Why would they want me dead? I've done nothing to them."
"Eh, that was just another way of sayin' they want in yer pants."
"Minerva help me," Genesis mumbled, burying his face in his hands.
"Damn Gen, lighten up."
"What is wrong?" Sephiroth asked.
"He's either embarrassed, annoyed, or pissed about my line of questioning."
"Why? It is not bothering me."
"We barely know you Seph," Genesis said, looking up. "That type of thing is personal. Not to mention Reno could work on his approach."
"His approach?"
"He's sayin' I'm tactless."
"I see. Do not worry I find it refreshing," Sephiroth replied.
"Refreshing?" the STC inquired.
"When people talk to me they are either issuing commands or being very formal and stiff. It is nice to speak freely."
"Oh," Genesis said, not knowing what else to say.
"Why would people want to get in my pants? They do not even know me," inquired Sephiroth, looking at Reno.
"Ya don' have to know someone to wanna have sex with 'em. 'Sides, some of 'em you do know. Either way most are attracted to yer power or looks."
Sephiroth was quite for a moment, face scrunched up in thought or confusion. "They must think I'd be a good mate."
Reno tried not to laugh but couldn't help it. Karma immediately paid him in kind and he choked on a piece of cake. He started coughing and his eyes traveled to Genesis, who had a 'serves you right' look. The redhead narrowed his eyes and finally managed to dislodge the wayward hunk. "Thanks fer the help there yo," he grated out. Genesis's only response was a 'humf' sound.
"Are you alright?" Sephiroth asked.
"Yeah. Jus' swallowed wrong," the redhead replied, sounding like he'd swallowed gravel.
"Do you find me attractive?"
The Turk froze in mid-motion, soda can an inch from his mouth. He wanted to take a drink to clear his throat but his muscles simply refused to cooperate. When he was finally able to move he slowly lowered the can and looked at Genesis. The SOLDIER's eyes were wide but when their eyes locked, a faint smirk played on his lips. Shit. "Eh, yeah."
"What about you?" Sephiroth asked, looking at Genesis.
"Few would argue that you are attractive."
"That's a yes, correct?"
"Yes."
Well he handled that better than I did, Reno thought, finishing his cake and soda. Sephiroth nodded and once again appeared to be in thought. Reno wondered how their conversation had ended up here, and then remembered it was his fault. Damn, was just an innocent question! Yet somewhere in his mind he knew it was a loaded question that he probably shouldn't have asked until he knew the man better. The simple fact of the matter was that he wasn't used to dealing with someone as inept as Sephiroth and it showed.
After several moments Sephiroth broke the silence. "It does not bother either one of you that you both find me attractive?"
"It doesn't bother me," Genesis said, giving Reno a pointed look.
"My feelings are mixed, but the more I talk to you, the less it bothers me," sighed the Turk, deciding to be honest.
"Please explain."
"Alright," the Turk said, setting his empty can down and sinking back into the couch. "I got pissed, jealous, when I found out Gen had spent the night here. I've never been in a relationship and immediately went into paranoid mode. I thought maybe he'd ditch me for you or screw around with you or something. It wasn't fair or rational, just the direction my thoughts went. Now that I've talked to you, I don't think you'd screw me over nor do I think he would. I realize I wasn't giving either of you enough trust and unless either of you give me a reason to doubt, it's my problem and I've no issues with Gen thinking you're attractive."
"Thank you," Sephiroth nodded.
Genesis remained quiet, digesting Reno's words. Apparently their earlier conversation had sunk in a bit. Either that or talking to Sephiroth had the same effect on Reno that it did on him, which meant he either felt bad for him and wanted to help or he simply wanted to get to know him better. Either way it was nice to know Reno was working out his jealously. The STC slid his right hand forward and lightly touched the back of Reno's left. The Turk quickly flipped his hand palm up and entwined their fingers, making him smile.
"You don't have the same trust issues?" Sephiroth asked, looking at Genesis.
"Oh I've plenty of trust issues," the STC chuckled. "Perhaps not the same ones however."
"I see," Sephiroth replied.
Silence settled upon the group. While no one dared guess what anyone else was thinking, the quietness was not uncomfortable.
Sephiroth leaned forward, retrieved some fruit from the serving tray, and nibbled in thought. He understood most of what the Turk had said, at least having trust in one's partner. What he didn't understand was why someone would wish to have sex with someone if they didn't care about them or if they didn't want to mate. He knew it was a common practice but it was something he'd never understood.
Still munching fruit, the SSC looked at the redheads. Regardless of what he'd asked neither one had made him feel stupid thus far. Should he continue to risk being thought of as ignorant or continue trying to get his questions answered for once? Coming to a decision, he swallowed and said, "Does sex really feel that good?" The pair on the couch exchanged a look, but had no other reaction.
"I'm not sure what you're asking, exactly," Genesis said.
"I was taught that sex was nothing more than a means to an end, the end being mating. I'm beginning to understand that is incorrect, however I still do not understand sex. I do not understand why people have sex so much, or at all for that matter. I do not understand why a person would have sex with someone other than their partner if they are in a relationship. Taking all of this into consideration I must assume that sex feels good."
"I'm gonna beat the hell outta whoever taught you all this shit," Reno muttered.
"Why? Is it incorrect?"
"As with earlier your argument doesn't account for human elements. To put it simply there can be a lot of emotion involved in sex," Genesis replied.
"What kind of emotions?"
"If it's good there will be desire, lust, love, and trust. If it's bad, you'll get fear, hate, sadness, and despair. With good sex ya feel connected to yer partner whereas with bad sex ya feel disconnected. That's a pretty simplified way ta look at it but it's accurate," Reno stated quietly.
"You sound as though you speak from experience," Sephiroth said.
"I do yo," was the Turk's unapologetically reply. "Eh, since we're bein' all personal here, haven't ya ever wanted to have sex? Even if it was just ta see what all the fuss was about?" Reno asked, as it was obvious the silver was a virgin.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Aside from being told emotional attachment is wrong, I was told not to degrade myself," Sephiroth replied, standing and heading into the kitchen.
"What?" Reno and Genesis said in unison.
Sephiroth returned with a fresh can of soda, eyebrow raised at the redheads. It was Genesis who spoke. "Sex isn't degrading Sephiroth. So long as you're a willing participant anyway."
"Would you say the same?" the silver asked, handing the can to Reno.
"Yeah."
"So it goes back to emotion?"
"Yeah," Reno replied. "Even if you don't want it the physical side of sex can still, unfortunately, feel good, but emotionally you might fall apart. Now if ya want it, the emotions work with ya and the physical is heightened."
"Do you like taking baths?" Genesis asked, earning odd looks from Sephiroth and Reno.
"Yes."
"Think about how good a bath feels when you have the time to enjoy it. You enjoy the heat and sensation of the water. If you used bath salts or bubbles, you'll enjoy the scents. You'll enjoy the feel of the lather as you soap yourself and your hair."
"That is correct," Sephiroth replied, pacing in thought.
"Now picture taking a bath because you're forced to. You'll still feel the water, but it won't be enjoyable. Scents might annoy you, if you smell them at all. Lather means nothing aside from the fact that perhaps you'll be able to get out of the tub soon."
The silver stopped pacing and looked at Genesis. He'd used something he was familiar with to help him understand a concept he wasn't, and it worked. "I understand." The STC smiled and nodded. "How do you get an emotional connection?"
"Lots a ways," Reno answered. "Sometimes it just happens and can't really be explained. Ya find yerself just wantin' to be close to a particular person. Ya wanna touch them and be touched by them. Somehow, every touch brings ya closer together."
"That leads to sex?"
"Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes touching alone is enough to bring comfort and make ya feel close. That might be all ya need," said Reno.
"Is that why you're holding hands?"
"Ah, yeah," Reno said, looking at Genesis's hand on top of his. "I'm not uncomfortable with you I just wanna feel close to him."
Sephiroth nodded. "What about kissing?"
"Kissing is different, more intimate. You could be sort of trying the person out to see if there's a connection between you or you could be reaffirming the connection if one already exists," the Turk shrugged. "It's possible to kiss someone without any feeling, but that ain't very common in my experience."
"You can tell you might have a connection with someone through a kiss?"
Reno looked at Genesis, unsure how to answer. That wasn't something he knew how to explain. Genesis raised an eyebrow and flicked his eyes to Sephiroth. The redhead inclined his head slightly and opened his fingers, allowing Genesis to pull free.
The auburn rose and glided over to the SSC, who had stopped pacing and was watching him approach. "Do you trust me?" he asked, stopping two feet in front of the silver.
"Yes," Sephiroth nodded, startled that he hadn't had to think about the answer.
The STC nodded and closed the distance between the two. This close the height difference was more apparent but nothing he couldn't work with. He went up on tiptoes and leaned forward, stopping an inch from the SSC. Their eyes locked briefly and he gently pressed their lips together before he lost his nerve.
Sephiroth tensed at the closeness of the auburn. The only people who got that close to him didn't live long afterword or they were scientists. The STC leaned closer and their eyes meet before there was no space between them. He figured it wouldn't feel any different than touching someone and was ill prepared for the sensation that started at his lips, then spread to other parts of his body, namely his face, neck, chest, and groin. Though it was unexpected, it was not nearly as unpleasant as he'd thought it would be. In fact it was quite the opposite; it felt good.
From the second Genesis had flicked his eyes Reno knew exactly what he wanted. Oddly, even after his fit of jealously, he couldn't seem to tell him no. To be honest, he didn't want to tell him no. How could he pass up the chance of watching two of the sexiest guys on Gaia lip lock? It wasn't as if Gen was cheating on him, he'd given him permission and he was sitting right here. Somehow that made it even sexier. As the two touched he fought not to groan aloud, fought not to lean forward and stare, drool, or do something otherwise humiliating.
Genesis broke the kiss and nervously moved back a step. Ifrit did I just do that? Yep. Hellfire! Out of the corner of his eye he saw Reno shift positions and refused to let a grin form. His eyes fastened onto Sephiroth's, which appeared more alive than he'd ever seen them.
"How did you do that?" Sephiroth asked, bringing his left hand to his lips and touching them with his fingertips.
"He didn' do anything Seph. That's the connection, commonly referred to as chemistry," Reno called from the couch.
The silver dropped his hand and looked at Reno, whose voice sounded a bit lower than usual. His gaze swiveled to Genesis. As if reading his mind, the auburn smirked, waved his hand, and moved out of the way.
Reno yelped and flattened himself against the couch as Sephiroth's face appeared inches from his. He hadn't seen either SOLDIER move and though he was getting used to it, he wasn't completely there yet. His head tilted in an effort to find the STC, but it was useless with someone this close to him.
"May I?"
Genesis appeared behind the SSC and Reno's eyes found his. The auburn had a sultry smirk on his face that did nothing to help his pants feel any less tight. Reno felt his head bob up and down, saw Genesis lick his lips, and then Sephiroth moved forward, decimating the space between their mouths. For a moment he was startled, but it vanished at the silky feel of lips against his.
Once again Sephiroth's lips tingled and he experienced a similar sensation to what he had with Genesis. While the sensation itself was slightly different the feeling of comfort and want remained the same, as did all the parts the feeling seemed fond of.
Reno's mind tried to switch to full autopilot but he managed to stop part of it. He forced his hands to remain still, but was unable to stop his mouth from opening. His tongue silently emerged and gently licked the silver. When the SSC didn't pull away and he wasn't attached to the furniture via a sword, he allowed his tongue to slowly slither across the lips pressed to his.
Sephiroth wasn't startled by the Turk's tongue, though he mentally panicked, not sure how to respond and feeling like a complete imbecile. He fell back to an old behavioral pattern: mimicking. The SSC parted his lips and allowed his own tongue to meet the redheads. A low moan escaped the Turk and his mouth opened wider, so he followed suit. It wasn't nearly as disgusting as he'd thought it might be. Before long his tongue was exploring the Turk's mouth and vice versa. Not only did it feel amazing, it was fascinating.
Genesis stared at Reno and Sephiroth rather impolitely, but was unable to tear his gaze away from them. He had no idea he was such a voyeur, but apparently he was. Just when he was starting to seriously contemplate jerking off right there on the spot the two pulled apart. The sigh that left his lips was part relief and part disappointment.
Sephiroth pulled away from the redhead and found the man panting and flushed. For the first time he noticed his own face felt warmer than normal, as did his neck. He'd read how arousal could cause blushing in certain areas as a display of vitality, but he'd never personally experienced it.
The silver heard the STC sigh behind him and he slid to the floor. On his knees, the silver slid backward until he was a cushion away from the Turk. It probably looked strange, but he didn't want to stand. He might be inexperienced, but it wasn't the first time in his life he'd had an erection. Wasn't the first time he didn't want to announce the fact either.
Reno froze when Sephiroth dropped to the floor, and then relaxed as he shifted away. Had he the breath he would have chuckled, knowing what the problem was. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Genesis follow suit and suddenly felt out of place being the only person on a piece of furniture. Finally regaining his breath, he pulled his legs up so he was sitting cross-legged, hiding his own sign of arousal.
Five minutes of silence passed before Sephiroth finally said, "Did I upset you?"
"Eh, who you talkin' to yo?"
"Both of you."
"Didn't upset me," Reno chuckled.
"Me either."
Sephiroth looked from Reno to Genesis. "I didn't do anything to hurt or hinder your relationship did I?"
"Nope."
"No," Genesis smirked.
"I am relieved. Thank you," Sephiroth replied, feeling their sincerity.
"For what?" Genesis asked.
"Teaching me about chemistry," said the silver, a lopsided grin on his face.
"I think I can speak for both of us: it was our pleasure," Genesis said.
"Just, eh, don't go around kissin' everyone in sight," chuckled the Turk.
"I won't," Sephiroth smiled. He paused before adding, "You feel different." He used his finger to point to both men in turn.
"How so?" Genesis asked curiously.
The silver thought for a moment then looked at Genesis. "The only way I can explain it is using Materia. You feel like Fire and Reno feels like Bolt."
"Weird," Reno said.
"I am sorry, I cannot explain it any better."
"It's not that yo," Reno elaborated. "Gen can cast Fire spells without Materia and I like electricity. A lot."
"That's not strange," Sephiroth shrugged. "Some people are drawn to certain elements and vice versa. That is why some SOLDIERs can cast high level Ice spells but are unable to case a basic Quake spell."
"I didn' know that," Reno said, repositioning himself now that he was able. "I'm not a SOLDIER though."
"You don't have to be in SOLDIER to use Materia."
"True," the Turk nodded, snagging another piece of cake.
There was another pause. Reno ate over half the cake slice and Genesis finished his water before Sephiroth said, "My hands wanted to touch you. Both of you," while looking at his hands, which were resting in his lap.
Genesis glanced at Reno and sighed. Since the Turk was being so honest, so would he. "Me too."
"Same," Reno added, mouth half full.
"So it is normal?" Sephiroth asked hopefully.
"It is if you like someone," said Genesis as Reno finished off the piece.
Sephiroth nodded and tilted so he could lay his head on the couch. He was glad he'd risked looking like a fool. It was nice to talk to people who didn't judge him.
Reno leaned forward and deposited his empty plate on the coffee table. As he shifted back, he gently ran his fingers through Sephiroth's hair. Celadon eyes looked up at him, but otherwise the SOLDIER didn't move. The silver fall wasn't as soft as Gen's, but it was still pretty silky. After a few strokes, the SSC stood in one fluid movement and held a hand down to Reno. The redhead raised his eyebrow and looked up uncertainly, then looked at Genesis. The STC's eyebrow matched his own and he shrugged.
"If no one objects I wish to be close to you. Both of you. The bedroom would be more comfortable."
Genesis rose as Reno uncurled his legs and glanced at him. He shrugged and the Turk placed his hand in Sephiroth's, who helped him to his feet. The duo approached and the silver let go of the redhead, smiling at the STC.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable while I put this away," the SSC said, indicating the half-empty serving tray. The redheads nodded and headed for the bedroom as he collected the tray and moved into the kitchen.
In the bedroom, Reno and Genesis removed their shoes and weapons in silence. Once finished, the redhead held out a hand and the STC smiled and took it, allowing himself to be led to the bed. He watched the Turk climb up and laughed as he was yanked forward and their chests pressed together.
"Are you ok with this?" Genesis asked, concerned about the Turk's jealousy.
"It might be fucked up, but yeah, I am as long as yer cool with it yo."
"Guess we're both fucked up then. Besides, I don't think he meant he wanted to have sex with us."
"Me either. Think he wants comfort."
Genesis nodded and kissed the side of Reno's neck. "I thought I was going to explode watching you two kiss."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"I'm a voyeur."
"You are?" Reno asked, pulling away slightly. "You didn' tell me that."
"I didn't know."
"Heh, sexy," replied the Turk, pressing his lips to Genesis's.
The redheads shared a passionate kiss before Sephiroth entered. Genesis raised an eyebrow at Reno, who tilted his head in the SSC's direction. They kissed again and sank into the bed as Sephiroth joined them. Genesis turned away from Reno and pressed his back against the Turk's front. He gestured for the silver to get closer and after a few seconds hesitation, Sephiroth slid into his embrace.
Reno stretched his right arm over Genesis and laid his hand on Sephiroth's side. He inhaled the STC's scent and sighed in contentment. The Turk hadn't been lying, he was ok with Seph's presence. At least so long as he didn't lose Gen. He wasn't drawn to Sephiroth like he was to Gen, but there was something there. It would take time to sort it out, but right now he didn't want to analyze it. Right now he wanted to give in to the weariness tugging on him.
Genesis snuggled in against Reno and ran his right hand through Sephiroth's hair. Like Reno, he decided to simply go with the situation. There was no doubt he was attracted to the silver, but he loved the Turk and the redhead had become too important to him to lose. They could talk about everything later when they were alone, but for now they could relax and enjoy each other's company, Sephiroth included.
Tseng's eyes snapped open and he instinctively reached for a weapon, not recognizing where he was. His head shot to the right at a soft sound and he relaxed, remembering his location. Less than a heartbeat later his body went stiff with tension and he looked at the ceiling as he remembered everything.
Had he really slept with Rufus? His boss? Leviathan what the hell had he gotten himself into? President Shinra would probably execute them both if he ever found out. Aside from that, Rufus was still young. Why the hell hadn't he been the adult and said no? Due to his weakness his entire life had just gotten vastly more complicated.
"Stop," Rufus mumbled.
"Sir?"
"Don't call me sir, Tseng. At least not when we're alone. I hate it," Rufus sighed, rolling to his left side and pressing himself against the Turk. "Stop over thinking things. Accept the fact that I would have had you sooner or later and move on."
"You are so sure of that?"
"Yes."
"You are confident."
Rufus snorted. "It might have taken years to whittle your will away but I would have succeeded eventually. I have the patience of water. Besides, I think the only thing that stopped you from not seeing me as a potential lover is my age. I meet all the other qualifications."
"I have qualifications?"
"Doesn't everyone?" chuckled the blond.
"I suppose so. What are mine?"
"You're attracted to strong willed individuals who are in a position of power. You'll sleep with others, but a long term relationship won't work out."
"How did you come to that conclusion?"
Rufus propped himself up on his left elbow. "Unless a person has strength enough to command you, you'll get bored. The only serious relationships you've had were with an instructor in Wutai and Veld. You respected both and considered yourself slightly beneath them."
"How on Gaia did you know about the instructor?" Tseng asked, surprised.
"Money buys a lot of things, including intel from excellent sources. Don't act so surprised and don't pretend to be angry."
"How do you know I would be pretending?"
"Some things I refuse to reveal," purred the VP shifting closer. "You're also attracted to mystery."
Tseng wrapped his arms around Rufus and pulled him close for a kiss. For the first time the Turk could solidly admit Rufus's liking him was beyond crush level. One didn't take the time to do background research on a casual crush. It was also apparent that Rufus had truly liked him for quite awhile. Long enough to learn a great deal through sources and simple observation anyway.
Tongues collided in a rush of pleasure and the blond was pushed backward into the bed. Positions switched Tseng leaned over the VP and trailed his hands down the blond's chest as Rufus sought the Wutain's hair. Somewhere along the way the tie had been removed and the thick, black hair hung loose to just above shoulder length.
Tseng broke the kiss and caught his breath before asking, "Are you sore?"
"No," Rufus panted. Tseng raised a disbelieving eyebrow and he chuckled. "Alright, a little, but so help me if you stop you'll regret it."
"Oh?" Tseng asked, kissing the side of the blond's neck. "What would you do?"
Rufus smirked and shot his right hand forward, fingers closing around the Wutain's neck. "First, I'll cut off your air supply long enough to knock you out. While you're unconscious, I'll secure you to a chair, nude. When you wake up, I'll play with every part of your body except those that you want me to. Then I'll find someone to fuck me right in front of you. In the end you'll be begging for release and seething with jealousy."
Tseng shuddered at the VP's sadistic tone and made a mental note to stay on guard if he ever pissed Rufus off. Truth was, right now the blond had him at a disadvantage. He might be stronger than Rufus but he had two things working against him. First, the VP was putting pressure on his thumb and index finger, both of which happened to have sharp nails and were located right above his carotid arteries. If he pulled back Rufus could cause enough damage that he might not live long without a Cure Materia, and there wasn't one in sight. He could bleed out before he found one, or at least go unconscious. Second, his gun was on the nightstand and his back was to it. It was highly possible Rufus could have it in hand before he even turned.
Rufus watched as Tseng processed what he'd said. He had no doubt the Wutain wouldn't be all that intimidated, which was fine. That wasn't the reaction he'd wanted anyway. The shudder and hint of possible danger in the Turk's eyes was what he was after. Tseng nodded and Rufus reached to the nightstand and grabbed the small tube of lubricant without letting go of the man's neck.
Tseng pressed his neck against the VP's hand and found his mouth. He took the small tube and soon slid a finger into the body beneath him. The VP moaned and kissed him harder. Whether consciously or not the fingers tightened around his neck. He pulled away enough to say, "If you leave marks on my neck, they will have to be healed," then returned his tongue to the blond's mouth. Instantly the hand disappeared and found a new home on his shoulder.
The Wutain worked quickly and efficiently to prepare Rufus. Soon he broke the kiss for air and positioned himself in between the VP's legs. He pressed his tip against the entrance and pushed gently until he popped inside.
Rufus moaned and his fingers dug into the Turk's shoulder. Whatever soreness he had was completely masked in pleasure. He might pay for it later but didn't care. Right now all he wanted was Tseng to fill him. As if reading his mind, the Wutain slid the rest of the way in without stopping. He cried out and arched his back in delight.
Just looking at the blond beneath him made his cock twitch. He was beautiful. Every muscle, every bone, every inch of his pale skin was gorgeous. Even the sounds he made were beautiful. The Wutain resigned himself to the sudden knowledge that in less than 24 hours Rufus had become one of the most important people on Gaia to him, and it had nothing to do with work. The VP would likely remain there until one or both of them were dead and for once, that knowledge didn't terrify him. Rufus could take care of himself; he just didn't publicize the fact.
Tseng pulled out of Rufus only to immediately push back in. He set a medium pace and enjoyed Rufus inside and out. His mouth found the VP's left nipple and he sucked and teased it, earning more cries of pleasure. He sat on his haunches and placed his hands on the blond's hips, pulling him upward on an angle and impaling him further.
The VP locked his legs behind the Wutain and placed his hands on the powerful legs underneath his ass and back. He fought down a bit of self-consciousness as the position left his body exposed. It sounded silly but he felt open and completely on display. Ignoring it he used his legs to help slide along Tseng's member. The Turk shifted a little and slammed into his prostate. He cried out and dug fingers into the man's legs.
The Wutain continued moving in and out of the VP, feeling his orgasm begin to build. He could last for quite awhile but he didn't want to risk Rufus becoming too sore. That and he wanted to see Rufus's face in the throes of ecstasy. "Touch yourself."
"What?" Rufus panted.
"Touch yourself, Rufus."
Rufus hesitated. His cock was begging to be touched but he was already somewhat embarrassed by the position. Tseng correctly read his indecision, took his right hand, and placed it on his own dick. The blond's spine bent upward at the sensation. The Turk's hand remained on his for a few strokes before going back to his hip and the VP continued the motion on his own.
At first Rufus couldn't seem to look up. It felt amazing but whether due to shyness or embarrassment he couldn't meet the Wutain's eyes. He finally mustered enough courage and lifted aquamarine to meet copper-brown. Tseng was watching him with so much intensity that he shuddered and sparks raced through his system. Before he couldn't meet the Turk's eyes, now he couldn't look away. He licked his lips and gave himself over to himself and the man inside him. "Tseng," he whispered in a husky voice he barely recognized as his own.
Tseng was transfixed at the sight of Rufus pleasing himself. His pace sped up and his thrusts became deeper and more forceful. He groaned as the VP twitched and jerked, causing his body to feel even tighter. Rufus cried his name and his body seized in a powerful orgasm. His face became even more beautiful as it twisted in passion and his seed shot onto his chest.
Rufus's body pulsed and slammed down around his cock so powerfully it sent Tseng over the edge. The Wutain spurted into the VP's eager, waiting body and the blond moaned in pleasure. Their eyes locked and Tseng's stomach flipped at the openness he found in the aquamarine gaze. When he could move, he slid out of Rufus and pressed their chests together, not caring about the mess. He found the blond's mouth and put his entire soul into the kiss. Rufus might not understand, but he did. It was an oath to not do anything to destroy the trust Rufus had placed in him. He ended the kiss, pulled back a few inches, and said, "I love you and have for a long time. Thank you for making me see it."
Rufus felt tears build up in his eyes and he tried his damnedest to keep them from falling. Only in his fantasies and dreams had he ever expected to hear those words. Now that he had in reality he could hardly believe it. In the end he lost the battle with his eyes but refused to be ashamed by it. "I love you too."
The two kissed again and lay together for a few moments, enjoying the aftermath of their encounter. When he couldn't take it anymore Rufus said, "Let's take a shower and get the goo off."
"It is not 'goo' Rufus, it is you."
Rufus blushed and smacked Tseng on the arm. "Fine. Let's go get me off of us."
Tseng chuckled and peeled himself away from the VP, thinking there were things they could do that didn't result in soreness. Now that he'd allowed his libido to return it apparently wanted to make up for lost time.
For the first time since the Wutain got up he looked at the clock: 22:36. Late, but not too late. After a shower they could fix a late dinner and spend the rest of the night lounging until they fell asleep together. Apparently it was a day of opposites and revelations, because laying around sounded a hell of a lot better than working. Tseng smiled, thinking perhaps his life was taking a new turn.