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blue_soaringDear Blue, you should post in your own journal once in a while. Love, Pond.
P.S. Getting to use your icons feels a little like playing dress up.
To the rest of you: here, have more fic! Sorry it was with the slow, I had tablet issues for the sketchy bits.
Armageddon Days (2/6, illustrated)
FF7. Reno/Rufus, Reno/Rude. NC-17 overall. 6k words this chapter. Illustrated. Co-produced by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blue_soaring and ponderosa121.
With President Shinra starting to clean house, Rufus seems like a lost cause, but Reno's got orders to follow.
Armageddon Days - cont'd
"Rude, you bald motherfucker, that better be you," Reno mutters. The phone's fallen right beside the bed, lit screen floating in the very corner of his vision. It'd be easy to reach out and grab it, find out if he dialled the right number or even just fucking dialled, but his arm's turned into lead.
The room still stinks of sex and smoke, the cig he'd propped in the ashtray last night long since burned down to nothing. Reno licks his lips and wishes he had one right now. Just a tiny hit to stop the jittery feeling in his stomach, the smoke purring in his lungs, that sweet curl of--
Rufus's tongue between his lips, licking at the edges of his teeth, tasting sharply of alcohol and a hint of sticky sugar. The kid is flushed, hot, eyes bright with something that doesn't have a damn thing to do with drugs. Slim fingers tug eagerly at Reno's clothes, push inside his pants to wrap tight around his cock. Rufus is on his knees in seconds, dragging it out to breathe a moan over the damp head.
"Knew you'd have a fucking gorgeous cock," Rufus says, tongue licking delicately at the slit. Reno spreads his legs wide, curls a hand over the top of Rufus's head. "Tastes so fucking good, too. Can't wait for you to fuck me. Can't wait for you to fucking pound me with it," he murmurs, lips moving down the length of Reno's dick, back up so he can smear them wet with precome. "Make me scream for it."
Reno groans, rolling flat onto his back with an arm flung over his eyes. He licks his lips again. The sticky mess on his dick is starting to dry, itching like crazy. Itching like this urge he's got to get Rufus back on his cock, feel all that wet heat clamping tight around him, watch Rufus's throat work as he greedily swallows down every last fucking drop. The sounds he made are still echoing in Reno's ears, making his nerves jangle and cock feel thick.
"Gonna fucking kill him," Reno says, which doesn't at all match the big grin plastered right across his face. The kid knew how to suck dick, liked using his tongue and got Reno's legs feeling weak in no time, got him trembling with the need to just grab Rufus's head and fuck his face till he couldn't breathe. "Gonna fuck him, then I'm gonna kill him."
He drifts off for a minute, resenting the fact that he's almost enjoying this. Or maybe more annoyed that it feels like he should resent it, and he doesn't, so he's not quite sure which way's up. Things are still hazy.
The tiny pinprick on his thigh burns. It'll start to hurt as soon as he does, but he reaches down to scratch it anyway, blunt nails--
dragging over the cheeks of his ass, boldly pushing between to touch the hidden, hot flesh of his hole. Mouth still full of his cock, Rufus groans, eyelashes fluttering open to look up at him. The pressure on Reno's cock changes, like Rufus is trying to grin as he rubs at tight muscle with a dry fingertip, waiting to see if Reno'll say no.
Reno lets out a long breath, scrapes his bottom lip with his teeth. He glances down and watches his own fingers rubbing at the base of his dick, not sure when he decided jerking off sounds like a good plan. But then he's got a hand on his cock and it's almost, almost--
too much, the edge of Rufus's teeth scraping over the slit. Tugging on his hair just gets another groan out of him, urges him to do it again, to start sucking on the very tip of Reno's dick. It's hard and fast, driving him straight to the edge of coming, everything wound up so tight that if Rufus had waited just one more second to nail him with the pressure injector, it would've taken Reno a hell of a lot longer to figure out what the fuck happened.
Reno's grip tightens, and he gives up on pushing into the tunnel of his fist. He's not going to--
let Rufus push him flat to the bed, let Rufus play with his cock, tonguing the slit and lifting up to show him the precome stringing from the tip, caught on Rufus's bruised-red lips.
"You hauled me all the fucking way across town because you're horny?"
Reno's eyes snap open. The room tilts sideways and does a little half-spin before he manages to shake it off. Even with the drugs still pumping through his veins, it's easy to tell Rude's taking stock, sizing it all up and figuring out that something went sour.
"Fuck, Rude," Reno says, trying to get his hand off his cock, thinking about maybe taking another stab at sitting up. But all he wants to do is drag Rude on top of him, get something nice and firm like Rude's thigh pressed up against his dick. It's not the drugs that are making him think that way -- 'they're just letting him know it sounds good, reminding him it's been a while since he had Rude crushing him into the sheets. "Little fucker nailed me with something. Ran off."
Rude sits down on the edge of the bed after picking up Reno's cell. The bounce of the mattress makes Reno's stomach flutter. "You whip your dick out before or after?"
"Before." Reno grins again. "Figured why not, yeah? Kid's not getting much, didn't give me a lot of shit lately, why not?"
"I'd say this is why not," Rude says, punching in Tseng's home number.
"Shit, partner," Reno grunts, finally getting his body to cooperate enough to roll halfway onto his side. "He's not a bad looking piece. Little slutty, even for me. Got a mouth like a fucking whore."
Rude makes a sound that either means go on or shut up. Problem is right now Reno's not too sure which. So he shuts up, or tries to, and listens to Rude give Tseng the two and a half second version of what's up.
"You want to go right back to where you left off, or are you going to put your dick away and get to work?" Rude says, dropping the phone onto Reno's stomach. "The boys will have his trail pretty soon. The kid's sloppy."
"You gonna give me a hand?"
Rude gives him a look.
"Right, right. On the clock, got it." Reno stretches, flopping back on the pillows afterward with a satisfied moan. He grins at the look Rude's still giving him. "How d'you figure on us letting him party for a while?"
"You really think I'm going to listen to you after you let him shoot you up?"
"Fuck, c'mon, that ain't fair. Didn't let him do shit." Rude rumbles something, and Reno ignores it. "Stick some of the boys on tracking down his shithead dealer again. Let the kid get cosy. Longer we take to find him, longer he's got to stew."
Rude scratches at his chin with a thumbnail. "How long?"
"Couple days. Don't know about you, but I'm gonna have lots of fun dragging his lily white ass back to daddy kicking and screaming."
"You know, partner," Rude says evenly, "that sounds like a plan to me."
Reno grins and heaves himself up beside Rude, swinging his feet to the floor. He clutches Rude's arm, needing to pause for a minute when the furniture starts to dance again, and Rude says, "You want something?"
"Not half as bad as it was," Reno says. His hand slides off Rude's sleeve. "Don't know what he got me with, but looks like he didn't want me just flaking out on him."
"Maybe he hoped you wouldn't be too pissed off if he played nice."
"Maybe."
The thing is, Reno's not as ticked as he should be. Rufus managed to pretend like he had his act together for over a week. To Reno's way of thinking, that's more impressive than if he actually had cleaned up. It's exactly the kind of thing Tseng's looking for, and when you slap it all together -- his charisma, the lies, how he waited for an opportunity -- Rufus doesn't look much like a one-trick pony anymore.
*
It's easy to spot Rufus through the crowd: he's got the biggest table, the best seat, the most sycophantic dickheads grouped around him vying for a shot at pounding his ass.
Rufus is killing himself laughing at some guy stomping his way back to the couches, completely ignoring the pretty boy plastered to his hip. Reno grins, vicious satisfaction warming his blood as Rufus freezes for all of two seconds before grabbing the guy and trying to jam his tongue down the fucker's throat.
By the time Reno climbs the stairs to the little platform, Pretty Boy's got a hand rubbing against the front of Rufus's pants, grinding against his thigh like the guy just doesn't care who sees him cream himself. Rufus is back to barely paying attention to him, sipping from his bright mako-green drink with his eyes on Reno instead.
Reno takes some time to size up Rufus's crowd. A few are drunk, couple stoned, one or two looking like they're riding so high nothing but a bullet to the head will get them down again. A girl with glowing streaks in her hair gives him a pretty smile. Reno winks back and makes his way straight to Rufus, e-mag thumping lightly against his leg.
Reno flips the e-mag up into an easy grip and runs his knuckles down the side of Rufus's face. "Baby," he says, laying the Wall Market accent on thick, "why d'you gotta be running off like that?" The guy finally stops humping Rufus's leg, but doesn't let go of his dick. "You know I miss you."
"Fuck you, Reno," Rufus snaps. "I'm sick--"
Reno cracks the e-mag off Pretty Boy's wrist, still smiling when Rufus yelps a curse and jerks back. He slams it into the guy's crotch, adds a sharp jab to his throat to have him gasping. "I think you got somewhere you gotta be, yo," Reno says, and fists a hand in the guy's shirt to haul him to the floor. He stays right where Reno puts him, whimpering, rolled up in a tight ball of pain.
Their little corner of the dais goes quiet. Most of Rufus's friends are staring at Reno, only a few at the guy on the floor. Nobody cares about helping him out if it means they'll miss the show, or if it'll drag them straight into the middle of it.
"Why the fuck do you have to be like that?" Rufus says, and slumps back on the couch. His drink sloshes, almost spills. He drops his feet on the table, crossing them at the ankles. "I'm pretty fucking comfortable right here."
"Fuck, Rufus," the guy with more piercings than Rude says. "Who the fuck is this motherfucker?"
Reno grins wider, showing teeth. If he had to guess, Pierced is the one Rufus is always complaining about having no imagination. "My baby didn't tell you?" Reno says, and since he's looking for it this time, he catches the flicker in Rufus's eyes. "He just don't got time for you anymore, fuckface."
Before Rufus can sputter, or work himself into a tantrum, Reno kicks his legs off the table. Grabbing the tie dangling loose around his neck, Reno winds it round one fist until the knot is shoved up against Rufus's throat.
"Shit," Rufus snarls, trying to pry Reno's hand free without putting down his drink. "Fuck, ease off. You want me to be able to wear that fucking thing tomorrow?"
Reno doesn't let go, just draws off and slaps him across the face. Rufus's cheek flushes red immediately, bright and livid like the shock in his eyes. Off to the side, some chick gasps. "You got a dick up your ass so often, baby, don't know why you bother to get dressed in the morning."
Flipping the e-mag back into his hand, Reno uses the butt of it to shove Rufus's chin up. The kid's eyes are mostly clear, a little glassy, probably nothing but a few drinks and some weak tablets in his blood. His hand hovers in the air, halfway up to his face, and that's when it hits Reno that it's the first time someone ever dared raise a hand like that to daddy's little boy.
"Don't go lying to me. I know you like it rough." Reno lets go of Rufus's tie, smoothing his hands down the butter-soft silk of his shirt. It's the same one Rufus had worn to the last gig Reno'd managed to drag him to, looking not all that worse for wear all things considered. "You like it, being treated like trash. Just a couple wet holes to fuck. Gets you so fucking hard."
Reno fists both hands in the shirt, jerks, and it gives up about as easy as Rufus does. The buttons pop, seams tearing with the thick sound of wet silk ripped to pieces. The glass slips right out of Rufus's hand and shatters to pieces on the floor.
"I know you're looking to get fucked," Reno says. Taking a handful of Rufus's hair, Reno drags the kid to his knees on the floor, wrenching his head back and a little to the side. "How about it, sweetheart," Reno murmurs in his ear. "I'll hold you down while they take turns giving it to you."
Rufus starts snarling curses, struggling to get free. Aside from giving him a quick, hard shake, Reno ignores him and targets one of the bigger guys in the group. "What d'you think, you want to fuck him right here?"
"What the fuck are you doing?" Rufus snarls, and Reno's not sure if Rufus's shouting at him or the guy, since all the guy's doing is giving Reno this look, wondering if he's serious or not. "Kyuzo!"
"What's the matter, baby?" Reno flicks a glance at the table, figures it'll do, and flings Rufus down on it face-first. Glasses scatter, hit the floor in pieces as Rufus struggles to get a handhold. Reno gives him time to get a good look at everyone, the ones grinning at Reno or laughing at Rufus, and the ones just too damned stoned to give a shit.
Rufus lets out another furious string of curses, all of it lost in the heavy beat of Midgar's latest favourite music. Reno shoves his head down, fingers splayed over his skull, grating his cheekbone hard against the table when he just won't quit.
"They're not interested in helping you," Reno says quietly, just for Rufus's ears, letting the accent slide. He twists a hand in Rufus's ruined shirt, stripping the rest of it away. "They've all seen you laid out just like this before. Seen you moaning like a whore for something thick and hard shoved up that pretty little hole."
The guy named Kyuzo leans forward, a look on his face like he's been waiting for this for a long, long time. His wide hands cup the smooth curve of Rufus's ass while someone else gets a hand between Rufus's legs to fondle his cock and balls. Rufus chokes on a plea, and Reno shoves his head down harder when it comes out as a please tacked onto Reno's name.
"Whores get taken advantage of, baby," Reno says. He's keeping a close watch on Rufus, waiting for that little sliver of surety that Reno's just not going to let this happen to get swallowed up by the panic in Rufus's eyes. "And you make a fucking gorgeous whore."
There's a rush of harsh words and rude laugher. The kid's shaking, struggling as hard as he can to get away from the greedy fingers pushing down the back of his pants. Another guy, the one Rufus had been laughing at earlier, slides to the edge of the couch, a hand on his crotch and his gaze fixed on Rufus's mouth.
"You want them taken out, you fucking say it," Reno says, but he doesn't ease up. Not yet. Rufus's eyes are wide, glistening in the flickering light. The guy feeling up his own cock goes for the zip, looking like he's ready to rub his dick right over Rufus's face. "You or them, Rufus. That's the choice they'll give you."
Rufus shudders violently, and Reno glances down. Kyuzo's hand is shoved all the way down the back of the kid's pants, arm flexing like he's got a thick finger stuffed in Rufus's ass and already fucking him with it. Reno's grip goes tight on his stun baton. He looks back up to see Rufus with a hand out, trying to keep the other guy from getting a few fingers in his mouth.
"Them, fuck!" Rufus screams. "Fuck, Reno, don't let his happen to me," he pleads, voice cracking, and Reno lets him wrench his head free. He slides halfway off the table, screaming again when Kyuzo just won't let him go and his hands claw at the floor, too damn close to all the broken glass.
Reno's already up, slamming the table into the knees of the guy who was just so fucking eager to get at Rufus's mouth. The chick who'd been groping Rufus's balls goes down next, losing breath in a sharp grunt when Reno jams the e-mag up between her legs for a shot to the pink. She goes down in a screaming heap, electricity crackling in the air.
Nobody else tries to get close, every last one of them drawing back as Reno rounds on Kyuzo. That fucker's looking like he's about to piss himself, shouting for someone to help him fight off Reno. Reno grins, satisfaction singing in his blood as Kyuzo goes down, the thick, meaty thumps of metal on flesh knocking him flat on his ass.
But he doesn't play it smart and stay the fuck down. He clambers up, snarling in Reno's face, grabbing a broken glass and going for Reno's throat. Off to the side, Rufus is finally scrambling to his feet, clutching at the railing with a hand clamped over his mouth.
It's another scream and the sickening snap of bone, the wet punch of it through flesh that stops everybody short. Kyuzo's on the floor again, staring in horror at the white, white bone of his shattered arm. One of the chicks shoves him away, losing a shoe as she crawls over someone else who's too out of it to realise no one's having fun anymore.
Reno starts forward, meaning to grab the fucker's arm and break every last one of his fingers. Halfway there, Rufus makes a sound that jerks Reno right out of the red haze settling on his brain. Reno stares down at Kyuzo, the shithead's face twisted with revulsion, eyes still shiny bright with fear.
"C'mon." Reno hooks an arm around Rufus's waist, half-lifting, half-dragging him through the mess. It'd be easier to just fling the kid over his shoulder, but from the looks of things, Rufus is about ready to break. "Legs up, baby," Reno says, hauling Rufus closer and smoothing damp hair back from his face. There's blood on Reno's hand, leaving stark streaks of red on Rufus's face, but the kid doesn't notice. "Hold on tight."
Reno starts for the stairs as soon as he's got a good hold on Rufus, e-mag up and ready. One of the guys Reno laid out makes a grab for Rufus, and Reno's got a second to tag him as the one that wanted to fuck Rufus's face before smashing the butt end of the baton into his face. Bone crunches, and the guy falls back, screeching.
"Fucker," Reno spits. Rufus's grip on his clothes tightens up, and the kid makes some sort of sound. Reno gives him a quick glance, but Rufus is looking at the dais. "Get outta my way, would ya?" Reno says, elbowing a gawker aside. A few people scramble out of the way when Reno threatens to jab someone else with the e-mag, and from there it's clear sailing.
The car's right where Reno left it. Rufus is still clinging to him, shaking like he's crashing hard. The engine purrs to life as Reno opens the door, bundling Rufus into the cool interior before he gets ahold of himself enough to try to fight Reno off.
"Go," Reno says, slamming the door.
Rude glances at them in the rearview mirror before pulling out nice and slow. "You made one hell of a mess in there, didn't you, partner."
"You broke his arm." Rufus shoves away from Reno, lunging for the door. Rude flicks the locks and Rufus screams again, rattling the handle like everyone always does even though it won't do any good. "You snapped it," he says, eyes wide. "Fuck. Oh, fuck."
Reno strips the e-mag off his wrist and flicks it aside with a shrug. "The old man's gonna be pissed. Find someplace for me and the kid to crash tonight, would ya?"
Rufus whirls on Reno, hands grasping at the front of his jacket. "Yuri… you… fuck, his face." Reno strokes a hand down Rufus's side, giving him blank eyes. "His father's--" Rufus cuts himself off, tongue flicking over his lips. "We have to--"
"Go back?" Reno shakes his head. "You wanna go back and help the dickheads who were gonna rape you?"
Rufus's hands go slack. He looks at Rude, then back to Reno. When he sinks down, starts to slide into something that Reno's afraid will be too much like a numb daze, Reno tucks him close. There's still blood on the kid's face, more smearing from Reno's clothes to his bare chest.
"Why couldn't you have just left me the fuck alone," Rufus says. Reno expects him to push away, but all he does is rest his cheek on Reno's shoulder.
"Yeah, 'cause you were doing great on your own." It's unfamiliar territory, having Rufus halfway in his lap like this when the kid's not trying wriggle a way into his pants, but Reno's been around long enough to figure Rufus out. He doesn't want Rufus to calm down yet, though, so he keeps the sweep of his fingers along Rufus's cheek light. "You think it's my fault? They turned on you soon as they had the chance. I didn't matter one fucking bit."
Rufus shivers again, not saying anything. Reno slides a hand down to cup the side of his neck, not all that surprised to find his skin cool, a little clammy. He tilts Rufus's face up and doesn't look too hard at the kid's eyes. There's another hard truth on the tip of his tongue, something else to drive the point he's been trying to make for a couple weeks home. Instead he leans down, touches his lips to Rufus's and kisses him, soft and slow.
He still mostly expects Rufus to shove him away, but the kid just kisses him back, mouth opening easily for the gentle push of Reno's tongue. Rufus makes a sound as close to broken as Reno's ever heard from him, a needy little sob moaned straight into Reno's mouth. It's taking him longer to get over the shock of having one of his parties crashed -- it's worse than Reno thought it'd be -- this time. Rufus's arms go around his neck, clutching again, and the wetness trembling at the corners of Rufus's eyes finally spills over. Reno brushes them away with his thumb, palm curved over Rufus's cheek.
When he'd decided how it was going to go, Reno hadn't really thought Rufus would fight as much as he did. The kid seemed more like a slut than a whore, like he's always desperate for a fuck, and Reno just never bothered to think about why. Right before it all went down, Reno'd have put a bet on Rufus just rolling over and spreading, eager for it.
Rufus pulls away, drawing in a slow breath. He rests his head in the crook of Reno's neck, and when he opens his mouth, what comes out is, "I thought they were my friends," which is a hell of a long way away from the proposition Reno figured it'd be.
Rufus isn't all that younger than him. A couple years, tops. But it's the first time he's ever seen Rufus shaken up enough to really sound like the sheltered little kid Reno's always thinking of him as.
Burying his fingers in Rufus's sweat-damp hair, Reno glances up in the mirror. Rude's watching, definitely listening, so Reno gives him an easy grin to let him know it's not quite as bad as Rufus is making it out to be.
"Told you what happens when you keep on giving it up like you do," Reno says.
Rufus lets out a bitter laugh, sharp and black like when he's talking about his old man.
When Rufus doesn't say anything else, Reno hooks a hand under his knee and hauls him the rest of the way into his lap. Rufus settles down easily, eyes still closed, breathing evening out a little more each time Reno strokes a hand down his spine. Reno's not sure if Rufus realises how much he craves physical contact or not. With all the fucking Rufus does, he gets it, even if it's only because everyone who ends up in Rufus's bed passes out there.
"How many bodies did you leave back there?" Rude asks.
"Not a one," Reno says, glancing out the tinted windows to see what sector Rude's heading for. "Just a couple broken bones and a few fuckers with their balls jammed up their throats."
Rude lifts an eyebrow. About a year ago, there'd be no way Rude'd have let him go in there solo, let alone solo without a wire. Tseng probably won't be too tickled pink Rude let him handle it alone this time around, especially if it means shit comes down because he fucked up someone belonging to one of Shinra's business partners.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," Rude says, swinging into an alley behind a mid-to-low end hotel.
"Thanks, partner." Reno nudges Rufus, rousing him from a light doze. The kid blinks a few times, peering blearily at him. "C'mon, baby," Reno says. "Think you need more than a cat nap. Like a shower."
Rufus doesn't say anything, just crawls out of the car and stands with his hands shoved in his pockets. Reno exchanges a look with Rude, knows they're both wondering if the kid's playing at something or if he's just that rattled.
Rude hangs around until Reno picks the sorry excuse for a lock. Seeing as it's an emergency door, Reno's not so happy with Rude's choice, even if it fits the bill for a nice hidey-hole. Leading Rufus inside, Reno picks out a likely room and works on the door for about two beats before the lock snicks.
"You pissed I took 'em out?" Reno asks, leaving Rufus standing just inside the door to make sure the curtains are closed tight before flicking a lamp on.
"Yes," Rufus says, rooting around the cabinet for the television remote, "and no." He strips off the ruins of his tie before flinging himself down on the bed, already starting to settle back into one of his petulant moods.
Reno grunts. After shrugging out of his jacket, he folds it up to keep the blood from staining anything in the room and heads for the bathroom. On his way, he flicks the volume down and gives Rufus a look just in case the kid wants to make noise about it. There's no real big need to get Rufus to ground, but they don't need anyone nosing around, either.
Reno washes up fast, red water swirling down the sink. He skins his hair back from his face and keeps an eye on Rufus as he wrings up a cloth. There's a sheen of tears and sweat on the kid's face, mixed with the blood. If old man Shinra saw his kid now, he'd probably pop something screaming for Heidegger.
"Here," Reno says, tossing the warm cloth to Rufus. "Wipe your face."
Perched on the edge of the bed, Reno gets to work on the minibar. It takes a good minute to get into that sucker, which just plain figures. What he wants is a good beer, but it looks like the hotel's trying for snazzy with its selection, mostly mixes and a few premixed, a bit of ice and some fancy chilled glasses.
Reno holds out one of the smaller bottles and a glass. "You want a drink?"
Rufus eyes it for a moment before accepting. He stuffs the pillows behind his back, sitting up enough to set the glass on the bed, cracking open the bottle to pour the whole thing out. "Did my old man tell you he didn't like the people I choose to spend my time with or what?"
"Something like that," Reno says, running a hand down Rufus's thigh. The kid doesn't startle, which Reno takes to mean either he's settled down a hell of a lot more, or he's banking on getting more than a little caress out of it. "Mostly, your daddy just don't like you. Don't like me much, either, but he figures I'm the only one who'll put up with your shit long enough to get you to where he wants you."
Rufus stares at the golden shine of whiskey in his glass before taking a sip. His face twists a little like he's not used to hard liquor straight up.
Reno lets his hand rest just above Rufus's knee. For all the careless fucking he does, the kid strikes him as the physical type -- probably still clinging to his momma's skirts if she were around. From the way Rufus got on in the car, Reno's pretty damn sure giving him a bit of comfort'll go a long way in the plan, but he's antsy about getting right down to it.
"Image is getting important to daddy," Reno says, ignoring the itch to be out there bashing heads with Rude instead of in here playing games. He lifts his hand from Rufus's leg, letting the tips of his fingers graze the bruise already forming on the kid's cheek. "Big man wants the respect money can buy."
Rufus's face darkens. Reno expects him to jerk away, but he just downs the rest of his drink and says, "I need to take a piss. And a fucking shower."
"Sure, baby," Reno says. "You just leave that door open." He settles back against the pillows as Rufus heads for the bathroom.
"You can just-"
"Leave it open," Reno says.
Rufus looks like he's going to argue, but lets it slide. He leaves the door about halfway open, which is not far enough for Reno to be comfortable, but still far enough.
As soon as the hiss of water starts, Reno flips out his cell. It's not a huge surprise when Tseng's voicemail kicks in. A glance at the bedside clock says it's near three in the morning.
He keeps an eye on the kid while filling in the details missing from Rude's quick and dirty report from the car. Steam obscures the mirror, billows out in dense clouds. If Rufus is trying to boil himself alive in there, then he's more shook up than Reno figured. With him, Reno really has to wonder if it was having his friends eager to rape him that did it, or something else.
Like all that talk about old man Shinra, and Rufus without a nice cocktail of drugs to take his mind off it.
Still, by the time the kid wanders out with a towel slung loose around his hips, he doesn't look as haunted, or as sullen, as he did before.
"Hungry?" Reno asks. Room service is out, but in a place like this, it's easy enough to scare up some snacks. Being nice to the kid right about now can't really hurt.
"Not really," Rufus says. He hovers by the edge of the bed, gaze skipping from Reno to the cell phone dropped next to the pillows. He looks like he's thinking about saying something else but doesn't, setting a knee to the bed and resting a hand on Reno's shoulder. When Reno doesn't push him away, the kid swings a leg over and settles himself in Reno's lap again.
Reno strokes a hand down Rufus's side, pale skin fever-hot under his palm. It's been a good long time since he's had to seduce someone. Rufus doesn't need any help giving it up, but Reno has the feeling it's going to take more effort than it's worth to get the kid to just hand himself over like Tseng wants and have it mean something.
Tongue darting over his lips to lick them wet, Rufus says, "I didn't fuck anyone, you know." He winds his arms around Reno's neck, stretches just enough to have the towel slipping low.
Catching Rufus's hands, Reno pins them to the bedspread, forcing the kid to lean close enough for him to see the tiny white specks in the blue of Rufus's eyes. "You saying that hoping you're gonna get a chance to now?"
Rufus's answer comes out as a moan, a shiver running through him. Reno'd say he's surprised the kid wants to fuck the guy who just offered to hold him down for a gangbang, but he's not. Rufus doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, especially when he's letting his dick do the thinking.
Rufus noses his way under Reno's chin, dropping a wet row of tiny kisses along the line of his throat before Reno tips his head back, lets Rufus nibble at the curve of his jaw. He's got to admit the kid knows what he's doing.
"I didn't fuck anyone, I swear," Rufus insists, like he figures it'll make or break his chances. "You can feel for yourself."
Reno's eyes are on his face when that scared look sneaks back, plain as day that Rufus is remembering that fucker's thick fingers stuffed in his hole. He tenses up, makes a sound low in his throat, and instead of pushing away, presses closer like he's already desperate to get off, his mouth sealing tight over Reno's.
Winding his tongue past Rufus's lips, Reno keeps the kiss slow and easy, just like in the car. The kid makes another sound, half-angry, but mellows out between one breath and the next, melting into it. Rufus's lips are soft, his mouth tastes like whiskey and water. It goes on a hell of a lot longer than Reno'd planned, one kiss turning into another, then another.
Reno lifts a hand to cup the side of Rufus's face, easing back until it's just their lips barely touching. "I'll sleep with you," Reno says, tucking damp strands of hair back from Rufus's eyes. "But I'm not gonna fuck you."
Rufus shudders, lets his breath out in a rush. "I thought so," he says. "Prick."
"Take what you can get, baby." Reno strokes his hands down Rufus's sides, lets a hand rest on the kid's hip, thumb tracing tiny circles just above the sharp jut of bone. The towel's gone, leaving nothing but the smooth, bare line of Rufus's body for Reno to follow from shoulder to thigh and back again. "You don't want to cuddle, you can sleep on the floor."
Rufus flings himself down beside Reno, curled up on his side facing the windows. "You're such an asshole."
"Looks like," Reno says, settling down behind Rufus to sling an arm over his waist, fingers lazily stroking the soft dip of his belly. "And you still wish you had my cock in your ass right now."
Rufus makes a sound like a quiet moan. "Bet it's really fucking sexy."
So the kid might be talking about Reno's dick, but with the pale curve of Rufus's ass pressed up snug against him like that, Reno's thinking it'd be really fucking sexy seeing that pretty little hole of Rufus's stretched wide around it.
"Bet you it is," Reno says.
*
TBC
P.S. Getting to use your icons feels a little like playing dress up.
To the rest of you: here, have more fic! Sorry it was with the slow, I had tablet issues for the sketchy bits.
Armageddon Days (2/6, illustrated)
FF7. Reno/Rufus, Reno/Rude. NC-17 overall. 6k words this chapter. Illustrated. Co-produced by
blue_soaring and ponderosa121.With President Shinra starting to clean house, Rufus seems like a lost cause, but Reno's got orders to follow.
"Rude, you bald motherfucker, that better be you," Reno mutters. The phone's fallen right beside the bed, lit screen floating in the very corner of his vision. It'd be easy to reach out and grab it, find out if he dialled the right number or even just fucking dialled, but his arm's turned into lead.
The room still stinks of sex and smoke, the cig he'd propped in the ashtray last night long since burned down to nothing. Reno licks his lips and wishes he had one right now. Just a tiny hit to stop the jittery feeling in his stomach, the smoke purring in his lungs, that sweet curl of--
Rufus's tongue between his lips, licking at the edges of his teeth, tasting sharply of alcohol and a hint of sticky sugar. The kid is flushed, hot, eyes bright with something that doesn't have a damn thing to do with drugs. Slim fingers tug eagerly at Reno's clothes, push inside his pants to wrap tight around his cock. Rufus is on his knees in seconds, dragging it out to breathe a moan over the damp head.
"Knew you'd have a fucking gorgeous cock," Rufus says, tongue licking delicately at the slit. Reno spreads his legs wide, curls a hand over the top of Rufus's head. "Tastes so fucking good, too. Can't wait for you to fuck me. Can't wait for you to fucking pound me with it," he murmurs, lips moving down the length of Reno's dick, back up so he can smear them wet with precome. "Make me scream for it."
Reno groans, rolling flat onto his back with an arm flung over his eyes. He licks his lips again. The sticky mess on his dick is starting to dry, itching like crazy. Itching like this urge he's got to get Rufus back on his cock, feel all that wet heat clamping tight around him, watch Rufus's throat work as he greedily swallows down every last fucking drop. The sounds he made are still echoing in Reno's ears, making his nerves jangle and cock feel thick.
"Gonna fucking kill him," Reno says, which doesn't at all match the big grin plastered right across his face. The kid knew how to suck dick, liked using his tongue and got Reno's legs feeling weak in no time, got him trembling with the need to just grab Rufus's head and fuck his face till he couldn't breathe. "Gonna fuck him, then I'm gonna kill him."
He drifts off for a minute, resenting the fact that he's almost enjoying this. Or maybe more annoyed that it feels like he should resent it, and he doesn't, so he's not quite sure which way's up. Things are still hazy.
The tiny pinprick on his thigh burns. It'll start to hurt as soon as he does, but he reaches down to scratch it anyway, blunt nails--
dragging over the cheeks of his ass, boldly pushing between to touch the hidden, hot flesh of his hole. Mouth still full of his cock, Rufus groans, eyelashes fluttering open to look up at him. The pressure on Reno's cock changes, like Rufus is trying to grin as he rubs at tight muscle with a dry fingertip, waiting to see if Reno'll say no.
Reno lets out a long breath, scrapes his bottom lip with his teeth. He glances down and watches his own fingers rubbing at the base of his dick, not sure when he decided jerking off sounds like a good plan. But then he's got a hand on his cock and it's almost, almost--
too much, the edge of Rufus's teeth scraping over the slit. Tugging on his hair just gets another groan out of him, urges him to do it again, to start sucking on the very tip of Reno's dick. It's hard and fast, driving him straight to the edge of coming, everything wound up so tight that if Rufus had waited just one more second to nail him with the pressure injector, it would've taken Reno a hell of a lot longer to figure out what the fuck happened.
Reno's grip tightens, and he gives up on pushing into the tunnel of his fist. He's not going to--
let Rufus push him flat to the bed, let Rufus play with his cock, tonguing the slit and lifting up to show him the precome stringing from the tip, caught on Rufus's bruised-red lips.
"You hauled me all the fucking way across town because you're horny?"
Reno's eyes snap open. The room tilts sideways and does a little half-spin before he manages to shake it off. Even with the drugs still pumping through his veins, it's easy to tell Rude's taking stock, sizing it all up and figuring out that something went sour.
"Fuck, Rude," Reno says, trying to get his hand off his cock, thinking about maybe taking another stab at sitting up. But all he wants to do is drag Rude on top of him, get something nice and firm like Rude's thigh pressed up against his dick. It's not the drugs that are making him think that way -- 'they're just letting him know it sounds good, reminding him it's been a while since he had Rude crushing him into the sheets. "Little fucker nailed me with something. Ran off."
Rude sits down on the edge of the bed after picking up Reno's cell. The bounce of the mattress makes Reno's stomach flutter. "You whip your dick out before or after?"
"Before." Reno grins again. "Figured why not, yeah? Kid's not getting much, didn't give me a lot of shit lately, why not?"
"I'd say this is why not," Rude says, punching in Tseng's home number.
"Shit, partner," Reno grunts, finally getting his body to cooperate enough to roll halfway onto his side. "He's not a bad looking piece. Little slutty, even for me. Got a mouth like a fucking whore."
Rude makes a sound that either means go on or shut up. Problem is right now Reno's not too sure which. So he shuts up, or tries to, and listens to Rude give Tseng the two and a half second version of what's up.
"You want to go right back to where you left off, or are you going to put your dick away and get to work?" Rude says, dropping the phone onto Reno's stomach. "The boys will have his trail pretty soon. The kid's sloppy."
"You gonna give me a hand?"
Rude gives him a look.
"Right, right. On the clock, got it." Reno stretches, flopping back on the pillows afterward with a satisfied moan. He grins at the look Rude's still giving him. "How d'you figure on us letting him party for a while?"
"You really think I'm going to listen to you after you let him shoot you up?"
"Fuck, c'mon, that ain't fair. Didn't let him do shit." Rude rumbles something, and Reno ignores it. "Stick some of the boys on tracking down his shithead dealer again. Let the kid get cosy. Longer we take to find him, longer he's got to stew."
Rude scratches at his chin with a thumbnail. "How long?"
"Couple days. Don't know about you, but I'm gonna have lots of fun dragging his lily white ass back to daddy kicking and screaming."
"You know, partner," Rude says evenly, "that sounds like a plan to me."
Reno grins and heaves himself up beside Rude, swinging his feet to the floor. He clutches Rude's arm, needing to pause for a minute when the furniture starts to dance again, and Rude says, "You want something?"
"Not half as bad as it was," Reno says. His hand slides off Rude's sleeve. "Don't know what he got me with, but looks like he didn't want me just flaking out on him."
"Maybe he hoped you wouldn't be too pissed off if he played nice."
"Maybe."
The thing is, Reno's not as ticked as he should be. Rufus managed to pretend like he had his act together for over a week. To Reno's way of thinking, that's more impressive than if he actually had cleaned up. It's exactly the kind of thing Tseng's looking for, and when you slap it all together -- his charisma, the lies, how he waited for an opportunity -- Rufus doesn't look much like a one-trick pony anymore.
It's easy to spot Rufus through the crowd: he's got the biggest table, the best seat, the most sycophantic dickheads grouped around him vying for a shot at pounding his ass.
Rufus is killing himself laughing at some guy stomping his way back to the couches, completely ignoring the pretty boy plastered to his hip. Reno grins, vicious satisfaction warming his blood as Rufus freezes for all of two seconds before grabbing the guy and trying to jam his tongue down the fucker's throat.
By the time Reno climbs the stairs to the little platform, Pretty Boy's got a hand rubbing against the front of Rufus's pants, grinding against his thigh like the guy just doesn't care who sees him cream himself. Rufus is back to barely paying attention to him, sipping from his bright mako-green drink with his eyes on Reno instead.
Reno takes some time to size up Rufus's crowd. A few are drunk, couple stoned, one or two looking like they're riding so high nothing but a bullet to the head will get them down again. A girl with glowing streaks in her hair gives him a pretty smile. Reno winks back and makes his way straight to Rufus, e-mag thumping lightly against his leg.
Reno flips the e-mag up into an easy grip and runs his knuckles down the side of Rufus's face. "Baby," he says, laying the Wall Market accent on thick, "why d'you gotta be running off like that?" The guy finally stops humping Rufus's leg, but doesn't let go of his dick. "You know I miss you."
"Fuck you, Reno," Rufus snaps. "I'm sick--"
Reno cracks the e-mag off Pretty Boy's wrist, still smiling when Rufus yelps a curse and jerks back. He slams it into the guy's crotch, adds a sharp jab to his throat to have him gasping. "I think you got somewhere you gotta be, yo," Reno says, and fists a hand in the guy's shirt to haul him to the floor. He stays right where Reno puts him, whimpering, rolled up in a tight ball of pain.
Their little corner of the dais goes quiet. Most of Rufus's friends are staring at Reno, only a few at the guy on the floor. Nobody cares about helping him out if it means they'll miss the show, or if it'll drag them straight into the middle of it.
"Why the fuck do you have to be like that?" Rufus says, and slumps back on the couch. His drink sloshes, almost spills. He drops his feet on the table, crossing them at the ankles. "I'm pretty fucking comfortable right here."
"Fuck, Rufus," the guy with more piercings than Rude says. "Who the fuck is this motherfucker?"
Reno grins wider, showing teeth. If he had to guess, Pierced is the one Rufus is always complaining about having no imagination. "My baby didn't tell you?" Reno says, and since he's looking for it this time, he catches the flicker in Rufus's eyes. "He just don't got time for you anymore, fuckface."
Before Rufus can sputter, or work himself into a tantrum, Reno kicks his legs off the table. Grabbing the tie dangling loose around his neck, Reno winds it round one fist until the knot is shoved up against Rufus's throat.
"Shit," Rufus snarls, trying to pry Reno's hand free without putting down his drink. "Fuck, ease off. You want me to be able to wear that fucking thing tomorrow?"
Reno doesn't let go, just draws off and slaps him across the face. Rufus's cheek flushes red immediately, bright and livid like the shock in his eyes. Off to the side, some chick gasps. "You got a dick up your ass so often, baby, don't know why you bother to get dressed in the morning."
Flipping the e-mag back into his hand, Reno uses the butt of it to shove Rufus's chin up. The kid's eyes are mostly clear, a little glassy, probably nothing but a few drinks and some weak tablets in his blood. His hand hovers in the air, halfway up to his face, and that's when it hits Reno that it's the first time someone ever dared raise a hand like that to daddy's little boy.
"Don't go lying to me. I know you like it rough." Reno lets go of Rufus's tie, smoothing his hands down the butter-soft silk of his shirt. It's the same one Rufus had worn to the last gig Reno'd managed to drag him to, looking not all that worse for wear all things considered. "You like it, being treated like trash. Just a couple wet holes to fuck. Gets you so fucking hard."
Reno fists both hands in the shirt, jerks, and it gives up about as easy as Rufus does. The buttons pop, seams tearing with the thick sound of wet silk ripped to pieces. The glass slips right out of Rufus's hand and shatters to pieces on the floor.
"I know you're looking to get fucked," Reno says. Taking a handful of Rufus's hair, Reno drags the kid to his knees on the floor, wrenching his head back and a little to the side. "How about it, sweetheart," Reno murmurs in his ear. "I'll hold you down while they take turns giving it to you."
Rufus starts snarling curses, struggling to get free. Aside from giving him a quick, hard shake, Reno ignores him and targets one of the bigger guys in the group. "What d'you think, you want to fuck him right here?"
"What the fuck are you doing?" Rufus snarls, and Reno's not sure if Rufus's shouting at him or the guy, since all the guy's doing is giving Reno this look, wondering if he's serious or not. "Kyuzo!"
"What's the matter, baby?" Reno flicks a glance at the table, figures it'll do, and flings Rufus down on it face-first. Glasses scatter, hit the floor in pieces as Rufus struggles to get a handhold. Reno gives him time to get a good look at everyone, the ones grinning at Reno or laughing at Rufus, and the ones just too damned stoned to give a shit.
Rufus lets out another furious string of curses, all of it lost in the heavy beat of Midgar's latest favourite music. Reno shoves his head down, fingers splayed over his skull, grating his cheekbone hard against the table when he just won't quit.
"They're not interested in helping you," Reno says quietly, just for Rufus's ears, letting the accent slide. He twists a hand in Rufus's ruined shirt, stripping the rest of it away. "They've all seen you laid out just like this before. Seen you moaning like a whore for something thick and hard shoved up that pretty little hole."
The guy named Kyuzo leans forward, a look on his face like he's been waiting for this for a long, long time. His wide hands cup the smooth curve of Rufus's ass while someone else gets a hand between Rufus's legs to fondle his cock and balls. Rufus chokes on a plea, and Reno shoves his head down harder when it comes out as a please tacked onto Reno's name.
"Whores get taken advantage of, baby," Reno says. He's keeping a close watch on Rufus, waiting for that little sliver of surety that Reno's just not going to let this happen to get swallowed up by the panic in Rufus's eyes. "And you make a fucking gorgeous whore."
There's a rush of harsh words and rude laugher. The kid's shaking, struggling as hard as he can to get away from the greedy fingers pushing down the back of his pants. Another guy, the one Rufus had been laughing at earlier, slides to the edge of the couch, a hand on his crotch and his gaze fixed on Rufus's mouth.
"You want them taken out, you fucking say it," Reno says, but he doesn't ease up. Not yet. Rufus's eyes are wide, glistening in the flickering light. The guy feeling up his own cock goes for the zip, looking like he's ready to rub his dick right over Rufus's face. "You or them, Rufus. That's the choice they'll give you."
Rufus shudders violently, and Reno glances down. Kyuzo's hand is shoved all the way down the back of the kid's pants, arm flexing like he's got a thick finger stuffed in Rufus's ass and already fucking him with it. Reno's grip goes tight on his stun baton. He looks back up to see Rufus with a hand out, trying to keep the other guy from getting a few fingers in his mouth.
"Them, fuck!" Rufus screams. "Fuck, Reno, don't let his happen to me," he pleads, voice cracking, and Reno lets him wrench his head free. He slides halfway off the table, screaming again when Kyuzo just won't let him go and his hands claw at the floor, too damn close to all the broken glass.
Reno's already up, slamming the table into the knees of the guy who was just so fucking eager to get at Rufus's mouth. The chick who'd been groping Rufus's balls goes down next, losing breath in a sharp grunt when Reno jams the e-mag up between her legs for a shot to the pink. She goes down in a screaming heap, electricity crackling in the air.
Nobody else tries to get close, every last one of them drawing back as Reno rounds on Kyuzo. That fucker's looking like he's about to piss himself, shouting for someone to help him fight off Reno. Reno grins, satisfaction singing in his blood as Kyuzo goes down, the thick, meaty thumps of metal on flesh knocking him flat on his ass.
But he doesn't play it smart and stay the fuck down. He clambers up, snarling in Reno's face, grabbing a broken glass and going for Reno's throat. Off to the side, Rufus is finally scrambling to his feet, clutching at the railing with a hand clamped over his mouth.
It's another scream and the sickening snap of bone, the wet punch of it through flesh that stops everybody short. Kyuzo's on the floor again, staring in horror at the white, white bone of his shattered arm. One of the chicks shoves him away, losing a shoe as she crawls over someone else who's too out of it to realise no one's having fun anymore.
Reno starts forward, meaning to grab the fucker's arm and break every last one of his fingers. Halfway there, Rufus makes a sound that jerks Reno right out of the red haze settling on his brain. Reno stares down at Kyuzo, the shithead's face twisted with revulsion, eyes still shiny bright with fear.
"C'mon." Reno hooks an arm around Rufus's waist, half-lifting, half-dragging him through the mess. It'd be easier to just fling the kid over his shoulder, but from the looks of things, Rufus is about ready to break. "Legs up, baby," Reno says, hauling Rufus closer and smoothing damp hair back from his face. There's blood on Reno's hand, leaving stark streaks of red on Rufus's face, but the kid doesn't notice. "Hold on tight."
Reno starts for the stairs as soon as he's got a good hold on Rufus, e-mag up and ready. One of the guys Reno laid out makes a grab for Rufus, and Reno's got a second to tag him as the one that wanted to fuck Rufus's face before smashing the butt end of the baton into his face. Bone crunches, and the guy falls back, screeching.
"Fucker," Reno spits. Rufus's grip on his clothes tightens up, and the kid makes some sort of sound. Reno gives him a quick glance, but Rufus is looking at the dais. "Get outta my way, would ya?" Reno says, elbowing a gawker aside. A few people scramble out of the way when Reno threatens to jab someone else with the e-mag, and from there it's clear sailing.
The car's right where Reno left it. Rufus is still clinging to him, shaking like he's crashing hard. The engine purrs to life as Reno opens the door, bundling Rufus into the cool interior before he gets ahold of himself enough to try to fight Reno off.
"Go," Reno says, slamming the door.
Rude glances at them in the rearview mirror before pulling out nice and slow. "You made one hell of a mess in there, didn't you, partner."
"You broke his arm." Rufus shoves away from Reno, lunging for the door. Rude flicks the locks and Rufus screams again, rattling the handle like everyone always does even though it won't do any good. "You snapped it," he says, eyes wide. "Fuck. Oh, fuck."
Reno strips the e-mag off his wrist and flicks it aside with a shrug. "The old man's gonna be pissed. Find someplace for me and the kid to crash tonight, would ya?"
Rufus whirls on Reno, hands grasping at the front of his jacket. "Yuri… you… fuck, his face." Reno strokes a hand down Rufus's side, giving him blank eyes. "His father's--" Rufus cuts himself off, tongue flicking over his lips. "We have to--"
"Go back?" Reno shakes his head. "You wanna go back and help the dickheads who were gonna rape you?"
Rufus's hands go slack. He looks at Rude, then back to Reno. When he sinks down, starts to slide into something that Reno's afraid will be too much like a numb daze, Reno tucks him close. There's still blood on the kid's face, more smearing from Reno's clothes to his bare chest.
"Why couldn't you have just left me the fuck alone," Rufus says. Reno expects him to push away, but all he does is rest his cheek on Reno's shoulder.
"Yeah, 'cause you were doing great on your own." It's unfamiliar territory, having Rufus halfway in his lap like this when the kid's not trying wriggle a way into his pants, but Reno's been around long enough to figure Rufus out. He doesn't want Rufus to calm down yet, though, so he keeps the sweep of his fingers along Rufus's cheek light. "You think it's my fault? They turned on you soon as they had the chance. I didn't matter one fucking bit."
Rufus shivers again, not saying anything. Reno slides a hand down to cup the side of his neck, not all that surprised to find his skin cool, a little clammy. He tilts Rufus's face up and doesn't look too hard at the kid's eyes. There's another hard truth on the tip of his tongue, something else to drive the point he's been trying to make for a couple weeks home. Instead he leans down, touches his lips to Rufus's and kisses him, soft and slow.
He still mostly expects Rufus to shove him away, but the kid just kisses him back, mouth opening easily for the gentle push of Reno's tongue. Rufus makes a sound as close to broken as Reno's ever heard from him, a needy little sob moaned straight into Reno's mouth. It's taking him longer to get over the shock of having one of his parties crashed -- it's worse than Reno thought it'd be -- this time. Rufus's arms go around his neck, clutching again, and the wetness trembling at the corners of Rufus's eyes finally spills over. Reno brushes them away with his thumb, palm curved over Rufus's cheek.
When he'd decided how it was going to go, Reno hadn't really thought Rufus would fight as much as he did. The kid seemed more like a slut than a whore, like he's always desperate for a fuck, and Reno just never bothered to think about why. Right before it all went down, Reno'd have put a bet on Rufus just rolling over and spreading, eager for it.
Rufus pulls away, drawing in a slow breath. He rests his head in the crook of Reno's neck, and when he opens his mouth, what comes out is, "I thought they were my friends," which is a hell of a long way away from the proposition Reno figured it'd be.
Rufus isn't all that younger than him. A couple years, tops. But it's the first time he's ever seen Rufus shaken up enough to really sound like the sheltered little kid Reno's always thinking of him as.
Burying his fingers in Rufus's sweat-damp hair, Reno glances up in the mirror. Rude's watching, definitely listening, so Reno gives him an easy grin to let him know it's not quite as bad as Rufus is making it out to be.
"Told you what happens when you keep on giving it up like you do," Reno says.
Rufus lets out a bitter laugh, sharp and black like when he's talking about his old man.
When Rufus doesn't say anything else, Reno hooks a hand under his knee and hauls him the rest of the way into his lap. Rufus settles down easily, eyes still closed, breathing evening out a little more each time Reno strokes a hand down his spine. Reno's not sure if Rufus realises how much he craves physical contact or not. With all the fucking Rufus does, he gets it, even if it's only because everyone who ends up in Rufus's bed passes out there.
"How many bodies did you leave back there?" Rude asks.
"Not a one," Reno says, glancing out the tinted windows to see what sector Rude's heading for. "Just a couple broken bones and a few fuckers with their balls jammed up their throats."
Rude lifts an eyebrow. About a year ago, there'd be no way Rude'd have let him go in there solo, let alone solo without a wire. Tseng probably won't be too tickled pink Rude let him handle it alone this time around, especially if it means shit comes down because he fucked up someone belonging to one of Shinra's business partners.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," Rude says, swinging into an alley behind a mid-to-low end hotel.
"Thanks, partner." Reno nudges Rufus, rousing him from a light doze. The kid blinks a few times, peering blearily at him. "C'mon, baby," Reno says. "Think you need more than a cat nap. Like a shower."
Rufus doesn't say anything, just crawls out of the car and stands with his hands shoved in his pockets. Reno exchanges a look with Rude, knows they're both wondering if the kid's playing at something or if he's just that rattled.
Rude hangs around until Reno picks the sorry excuse for a lock. Seeing as it's an emergency door, Reno's not so happy with Rude's choice, even if it fits the bill for a nice hidey-hole. Leading Rufus inside, Reno picks out a likely room and works on the door for about two beats before the lock snicks.
"You pissed I took 'em out?" Reno asks, leaving Rufus standing just inside the door to make sure the curtains are closed tight before flicking a lamp on.
"Yes," Rufus says, rooting around the cabinet for the television remote, "and no." He strips off the ruins of his tie before flinging himself down on the bed, already starting to settle back into one of his petulant moods.
Reno grunts. After shrugging out of his jacket, he folds it up to keep the blood from staining anything in the room and heads for the bathroom. On his way, he flicks the volume down and gives Rufus a look just in case the kid wants to make noise about it. There's no real big need to get Rufus to ground, but they don't need anyone nosing around, either.
Reno washes up fast, red water swirling down the sink. He skins his hair back from his face and keeps an eye on Rufus as he wrings up a cloth. There's a sheen of tears and sweat on the kid's face, mixed with the blood. If old man Shinra saw his kid now, he'd probably pop something screaming for Heidegger.
"Here," Reno says, tossing the warm cloth to Rufus. "Wipe your face."
Perched on the edge of the bed, Reno gets to work on the minibar. It takes a good minute to get into that sucker, which just plain figures. What he wants is a good beer, but it looks like the hotel's trying for snazzy with its selection, mostly mixes and a few premixed, a bit of ice and some fancy chilled glasses.
Reno holds out one of the smaller bottles and a glass. "You want a drink?"
Rufus eyes it for a moment before accepting. He stuffs the pillows behind his back, sitting up enough to set the glass on the bed, cracking open the bottle to pour the whole thing out. "Did my old man tell you he didn't like the people I choose to spend my time with or what?"
"Something like that," Reno says, running a hand down Rufus's thigh. The kid doesn't startle, which Reno takes to mean either he's settled down a hell of a lot more, or he's banking on getting more than a little caress out of it. "Mostly, your daddy just don't like you. Don't like me much, either, but he figures I'm the only one who'll put up with your shit long enough to get you to where he wants you."
Rufus stares at the golden shine of whiskey in his glass before taking a sip. His face twists a little like he's not used to hard liquor straight up.
Reno lets his hand rest just above Rufus's knee. For all the careless fucking he does, the kid strikes him as the physical type -- probably still clinging to his momma's skirts if she were around. From the way Rufus got on in the car, Reno's pretty damn sure giving him a bit of comfort'll go a long way in the plan, but he's antsy about getting right down to it.
"Image is getting important to daddy," Reno says, ignoring the itch to be out there bashing heads with Rude instead of in here playing games. He lifts his hand from Rufus's leg, letting the tips of his fingers graze the bruise already forming on the kid's cheek. "Big man wants the respect money can buy."
Rufus's face darkens. Reno expects him to jerk away, but he just downs the rest of his drink and says, "I need to take a piss. And a fucking shower."
"Sure, baby," Reno says. "You just leave that door open." He settles back against the pillows as Rufus heads for the bathroom.
"You can just-"
"Leave it open," Reno says.
Rufus looks like he's going to argue, but lets it slide. He leaves the door about halfway open, which is not far enough for Reno to be comfortable, but still far enough.
As soon as the hiss of water starts, Reno flips out his cell. It's not a huge surprise when Tseng's voicemail kicks in. A glance at the bedside clock says it's near three in the morning.
He keeps an eye on the kid while filling in the details missing from Rude's quick and dirty report from the car. Steam obscures the mirror, billows out in dense clouds. If Rufus is trying to boil himself alive in there, then he's more shook up than Reno figured. With him, Reno really has to wonder if it was having his friends eager to rape him that did it, or something else.
Like all that talk about old man Shinra, and Rufus without a nice cocktail of drugs to take his mind off it.
Still, by the time the kid wanders out with a towel slung loose around his hips, he doesn't look as haunted, or as sullen, as he did before.
"Hungry?" Reno asks. Room service is out, but in a place like this, it's easy enough to scare up some snacks. Being nice to the kid right about now can't really hurt.
"Not really," Rufus says. He hovers by the edge of the bed, gaze skipping from Reno to the cell phone dropped next to the pillows. He looks like he's thinking about saying something else but doesn't, setting a knee to the bed and resting a hand on Reno's shoulder. When Reno doesn't push him away, the kid swings a leg over and settles himself in Reno's lap again.
Reno strokes a hand down Rufus's side, pale skin fever-hot under his palm. It's been a good long time since he's had to seduce someone. Rufus doesn't need any help giving it up, but Reno has the feeling it's going to take more effort than it's worth to get the kid to just hand himself over like Tseng wants and have it mean something.
Tongue darting over his lips to lick them wet, Rufus says, "I didn't fuck anyone, you know." He winds his arms around Reno's neck, stretches just enough to have the towel slipping low.
Catching Rufus's hands, Reno pins them to the bedspread, forcing the kid to lean close enough for him to see the tiny white specks in the blue of Rufus's eyes. "You saying that hoping you're gonna get a chance to now?"
Rufus's answer comes out as a moan, a shiver running through him. Reno'd say he's surprised the kid wants to fuck the guy who just offered to hold him down for a gangbang, but he's not. Rufus doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, especially when he's letting his dick do the thinking.
Rufus noses his way under Reno's chin, dropping a wet row of tiny kisses along the line of his throat before Reno tips his head back, lets Rufus nibble at the curve of his jaw. He's got to admit the kid knows what he's doing.
"I didn't fuck anyone, I swear," Rufus insists, like he figures it'll make or break his chances. "You can feel for yourself."
Reno's eyes are on his face when that scared look sneaks back, plain as day that Rufus is remembering that fucker's thick fingers stuffed in his hole. He tenses up, makes a sound low in his throat, and instead of pushing away, presses closer like he's already desperate to get off, his mouth sealing tight over Reno's.
Winding his tongue past Rufus's lips, Reno keeps the kiss slow and easy, just like in the car. The kid makes another sound, half-angry, but mellows out between one breath and the next, melting into it. Rufus's lips are soft, his mouth tastes like whiskey and water. It goes on a hell of a lot longer than Reno'd planned, one kiss turning into another, then another.
Reno lifts a hand to cup the side of Rufus's face, easing back until it's just their lips barely touching. "I'll sleep with you," Reno says, tucking damp strands of hair back from Rufus's eyes. "But I'm not gonna fuck you."
Rufus shudders, lets his breath out in a rush. "I thought so," he says. "Prick."
"Take what you can get, baby." Reno strokes his hands down Rufus's sides, lets a hand rest on the kid's hip, thumb tracing tiny circles just above the sharp jut of bone. The towel's gone, leaving nothing but the smooth, bare line of Rufus's body for Reno to follow from shoulder to thigh and back again. "You don't want to cuddle, you can sleep on the floor."
Rufus flings himself down beside Reno, curled up on his side facing the windows. "You're such an asshole."
"Looks like," Reno says, settling down behind Rufus to sling an arm over his waist, fingers lazily stroking the soft dip of his belly. "And you still wish you had my cock in your ass right now."
Rufus makes a sound like a quiet moan. "Bet it's really fucking sexy."
So the kid might be talking about Reno's dick, but with the pale curve of Rufus's ass pressed up snug against him like that, Reno's thinking it'd be really fucking sexy seeing that pretty little hole of Rufus's stretched wide around it.
"Bet you it is," Reno says.
TBC
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Date: 2006-08-01 08:06 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-08-01 08:07 am (UTC)That's so, so good. You made my morning. Thank you!
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Date: 2006-08-03 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-01 08:51 am (UTC)Damn good. You girls are just completly rocking my socks this morning.
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Date: 2006-08-03 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-01 09:05 am (UTC)love how Reno keeps calling him baby and how Rufus just doesn't get it. Also how you can see bits and pieces of how they'll turn out, but that they aren't quite there yet. Fabulous descriptions of moods and attitues. Wonderful illustrations as well.
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Date: 2006-08-03 06:48 am (UTC)...and I have been convinced into cosplaying Rufus so I may fall over her when I visits in a couple weeks. I think I'm going to have to drag you to my house to chatter with me whilst I sew myself coat and vest. :3
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Date: 2006-08-03 07:42 am (UTC)Chattering is good. I likes chattering. And I can help! I can pin and iron and thread needles... And coats are shiny. I like coats. They woosh.
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Date: 2006-08-01 11:34 am (UTC)Reno's not sure if Rufus realises how much he craves physical contact or not. I loved this line so much! The different emotions this fic makes you go through is amazing. You're doing such an awesome job. Cannot wait for more!
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Date: 2006-08-03 06:51 am (UTC)...and the next part is up!
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Date: 2006-08-01 04:20 pm (UTC)And the sketches are amazing!
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Date: 2006-08-01 06:08 pm (UTC)Brilliant job, I can't wait for more.
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Date: 2006-08-03 11:52 am (UTC)I'm probably not entirely sane (sanity is over-rated anyway) but I'm almost harmless (the lawyer makes me put that in there). I tend towards rather explicit writing with a habit of
torturingencouraging character growth and sometimes plot even sneaks in on me. I'm pretty laid back but I do have a tendancy to ramble on about whatever project is currently eating my brain.no subject
Date: 2006-08-02 02:59 am (UTC)I'm adoring this more than words. I'm gonna be back on my FF7 fic-kick if you keep wowing me this way. XD
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Date: 2006-08-21 10:59 pm (UTC)And I should have left a note about the drawings in my last comment, I'm such a slacker. They're absolutely lovely, as we have all come to expect from Ponderosa, of course, and really add flavor to the story.
Wonderful stuff!
~MQ
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Date: 2006-12-18 11:10 pm (UTC)I've gotta commend you for the depth to Reno, though Rufus getting a bit of an uke treatment bugged me. Given the situation, it's pretty understandable, tho'.
The near-rape scene was riviting, though had me poised like a scared rabbit on the edge of my seat. Eheh. I knew Reno wouldn't let them do it, but I like the way the lines of loyalty are already beginning to form.
Ahhh...it's funny, I have a love/hate reaction to this story. How 'bout that? Think of it this way: It's proof of your good story-telling, able to penetrate beyond the perceptions of compulsive asshole like me.