Lo, fic.

Apr. 13th, 2006 11:56 am
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First things first, though, I rub all over [livejournal.com profile] trowacko and make kissy noises, because she wrote me delicious shota-esque Greed/Envy smut. I'm a dork and completely missed it when she first posted (quick - someone, catch my runaway life), and would it be horrible of me to say I'm almost glad, because I SO needed shameless smut this morning. Why did I take a sociology course? Why?

...because it's called Deviance, that's why. But anyway! Go read the tasty dubcon and give her cookies while I try to find the long lost drabble-shaped things I was going to post.

Stripped Bare
FF7/AC. Rufus/Reno, Clones. R. 600 words.
He feels naked without his Turks.


*

Rufus gestures at the sword held to his throat. "Do you think that this will make me any more willing to cooperate?"

"He came here," Kadaj hisses. He draws his elbow back, the worn leather of his glove creaking as his grip tightens. The blade quivers with the rage twisting his face. "I saw him. You talked to him."

Rufus glances away from the madness in Kadaj's eyes and fights to keep the cold fear trickling down his spine from showing in his own. "Bring my men back inside."

"Why?" Kadaj's lip curls. "It won't do any good having them here."

"Because then I'll tell you what you want to know," Rufus says. He feels naked without his Turks, as if Kadaj has swept the blanket aside and taken his clothes with it. It's a vulnerability he promised himself he would never suffer again. Not since the first time.

Kadaj's eyes narrow for a split-second, then flash wide again. He stumbles back, the sword nearly falling from his hand. Snarling, he shakes it off. When he opens his mouth to snap, "The redhead," his voice isn't his own.

Rufus watches warily. Instead of stalking to the door like he expects, Kadaj picks a lazy path across the tiny room. He opens the door, exchanges a few words with the others, finally stepping back to let one of them -- the taller one, Yazoo -- drag Reno inside.

There's a gash across Reno's mouth, one cheek nothing but mottled bruises. He grins, doesn't wince at the fresh rush of blood, and offers up a casual, "Yo, boss," before Yazoo slams the butt of a gun into his stomach, knocking him to his knees.

"Fuck," Reno wheezes. Rufus's nails dig into the arm of his chair, his fingers ache. Yazoo kicks Reno this time, sends him crashing down and rolling in on himself and his pain.

"Are you threatening to beat him to death if I say nothing?" Rufus asks.

Kadaj smiles, gaze lingering on the blood smear left on the floor from Reno's split lip. "Don't play cold," he says. "I've seen you--" He hesitates, because they both know he hasn't, and goes on with, "No. We'll kill him just because he's yours."

Reno laughs, a short bark of sound. "You think he gives a shit--"

"Shut up, shut up!" Kadaj screams again, wordlessly, viciously laying into him with kick after kick. Reno laughs, breaking into fits of coughing and clawing at the wood as blood speckles his lips.

"Kadaj, enough. Enough!" Rufus clenches a hand into a fist, shaking with the effort of not losing himself to a fit to match Reno's. "As far as we know, Nibelheim is the key. The reactor. Copies of all original reports are at ShinRa Mansion, in the basement."

Kadaj crouches beside Reno, fists a hand in his hair, as shocking red as the blood smeared across his face, and wrenches his head back. "See, Reno?" Kadaj says, running a fingertip along the tattoo on Reno's bruised cheek. "We told you."

Dropping him back to the floor, they leave without another word. Voices drift through the open door, abruptly cut off when it swings shut on its own. Rufus breathes slowly, his lungs aching.

Reno lays still, collecting himself before managing to roll over. Though he doesn't seem to have the energy for it, he pushes up to his knees and crawls the few feet between them. He sits with back propped against Rufus's legs, smears of red staining the white of Rufus's slacks.

It's a long time before Rude stumbles inside.

*
End

Date: 2006-04-13 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silverkiiri.livejournal.com
Omg. Woob. I love Woob. There is just nothing better than turks, and turks with badass and bits of woob thrown in KILLS me. This is so much better than listening to my CSCI prof. >.>

Date: 2006-04-13 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-soaring.livejournal.com
It's so sad how Rufus and Reno make me want to woobie them up as much as get them dirty. The dirty woob is the bestest thing ever. Turks/Rufus is OTP, yo. XD

Date: 2006-04-13 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silverkiiri.livejournal.com
Yes. Yes to everything you just said. This is why I love you, you know.

Date: 2006-04-13 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewaywardrose.livejournal.com
That was deliciously subtle. Love it. :)

Date: 2006-04-13 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-soaring.livejournal.com
I am shocked that Reno does anything subtly, but he's been at it a lot lately. Either Rufus is rubbing off on him (to which Reno says, ooh, do it again), or he's decided that slinky and shady means he doesn't always want to blow shit up.

Just, you know, most of the time.

Date: 2006-04-13 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anilinium.livejournal.com
I can just imagine Kadaj losing his cool when Reno laughs. Very nice detail and characterization. :)

oh! and, mmmmm turks. lol

Date: 2006-04-19 01:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-soaring.livejournal.com
Turks! They should be a breakfast cereal they're just so damn tasty. I wanted to have Yazoo a little more involved, but the one in my head is so completely asexual (which in itself is disturbing), it just doesn't work. Reno keeps trying to put the moves on him, and Yazoo keeps on polishing his gun. To which Reno makes jokes about that Yazoo just doesn't get.

It makes Reno sad. So sad. But at least he's got the Turks. And Rufus.

Point for detail and characterisation! Woo, thankie! :3

Date: 2006-04-13 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewriter0.livejournal.com
Ahhh, just perfect. Rufus may be a cold bastard, but you get the feeling he cares about the people he considers "his". It was nice to see that here.

And Reno? Ah, so much love. He WOULD take it and laugh, you just know it.

Date: 2006-04-19 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-soaring.livejournal.com
Reno decided he doesn't have a clue what to do with Kadaj (because he's just so damn unstable, yo), so laughing sounded good to him. Rufus thinks Reno's a bit dumb about it, but Reno's Reno, so what are you going to do?

I'm pretending I didn't write the woob and love every second of it. But I did, omg, Rufus/Reno woob kills me with goodness. Deny every bit of it.

Date: 2006-04-19 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewriter0.livejournal.com
Plausible deniability: confirmed.

You know you love the woob do more do more

:D

Date: 2006-04-14 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragon-moon.livejournal.com
Ooof, that's painful. And wonderful. I love that your Rufus does care for his turks here, but does his best to hide it. Reno was just perfect. Poor Rude. It seems wrong to enjoy this fic when they're all in such misery, but I do very much. heh.

Date: 2006-04-14 05:23 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] nekojita.livejournal.com
Oh. I l ove how Rufus feels naked w/out the boys there, and of course Reno's response to Kadaj. Then him crawling to Rufus... gah. So great.

Date: 2006-04-19 01:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-soaring.livejournal.com
Hee. Thankie. :3 My Reno is completely and totally warped from RP with Pond - Rufus definitely isn't good for him, but he wants the boss anyway. Like drugs, really. Mmm, Rufus roofies. Or you know, Rufies. XD

Date: 2006-04-19 04:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] nekojita.livejournal.com
*nods* Oh yes, my Reno and Rufus are the same way - they're each not very good for each other but they refuse to let a 'little' thing like that stop them!

'Rufies'. *snorts* A drug particularly addictive to impulsive redheads!

Date: 2006-04-14 02:11 pm (UTC)

Date: 2006-04-17 10:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tyriadarklighte.livejournal.com
I know it's a good story when I'm on my way to church with my family and something triggers this story in my mind and my stomach does a little flip-flop "OMG Woob" thing. Much love!

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