FIC: Convince Him. Cloud/Reno. Final Fantasy 7.
Title: Convince Him
Author: Sweetdeily
Pairing: Cloud/Reno
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7.
Theme: 11. The endless and faraway sky. 94. Russian Roulette
Rating: NC-17. Smex. Lemon. Gay smut.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
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Convince him.
~By Sweetdeily.
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“Convince him.”
Rufus had made it sound so simple, with those two words.
He sat, gazing up at the endlessly blue sky, wishing that his president -hadn’t- said those two words. Was there anything that he hadn’t tried to do?
Flowers, chocolates, offers of large sums of money, small furry animals, begging, pleading, and ludicrous offers for him to clean Cloud’s somewhat… lacking little hide-out.
All to no avail.
Cloud Strife didn’t seem to -want- anything that was the problem.
What could you offer a man who didn’t want money, art collections or fame?
It was times like this that Reno wondered why he had ever taken such a job.
“Convince him.” Reno muttered aloud to himself. “… how?”
What could you use on a man that didn’t care about anything? What kind of gifts interested the Ex-SOLDIER Cloud Strife?
“Partner…”
Reno turned his head slowly, meeting Rude’s sunglasses. “Hullo.”
Rude raised an ever-poetic eyebrow. The eyebrow asked him what he was doing on the roof at three in the morning and when was he going home.
“Alright, geez. I’m going. I’m going.”
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Cloud Strife was not a hard man to find. People tended to notice his presence from the moment he walked into a room to the second he left it. Someone with his ‘aura’ of sorrow and heartache left an impression in your mind without even looking at you directly.
It was Reno’s night off. He liked spending these precious moments of headache free time in the lowest, crowded and rowdy bars you could find in Midgar. There weren’t enough of them that didn’t know his name he thought. It was hard to find a decent spot of grime in the city. It was even harder to find one that didn’t already know his habits of starting brawls and breaking cups.
Reno was on his third shot of the evening- it was an early evening too- when Cloud Strife entered the bar. He had spent enough time during the week, following the blonde around like a puppy, to recognize the frozen hush that overcame the crowd. Who else erected such an entrance? Outside of work, Reno really didn’t care what Cloud did with his time, but he was pretty sure that Cloud was going to notice him and ‘say’ something.
Reno took a sip of his beer, washing down whatever had been in the shot-glass. Probably car break fluid. He didn’t turn around- he was going to pay as little attention to Cloud Strife as he could.
The door closed rather loudly at the other end of the bar and the heavy footfalls of the Ex-SOLDIER echoed resolutely into the room. Cloud plodded moodily up to the bar and took a seat.
“Beer.” The blonde mumbled.
Ah, beer. Now that was a loose term for the substance that Reno had just swallowed. He was pretty sure the shot-glasses were filled with break fluid, but the beer was most definitely Chocobo piss. He’d never tasted beer so horrible.
It made him happier than a Moogle with a ball. And Moogles were pretty happy when they had balls.
Cloud looked around slowly, obviously using his normal-every-day glare to make people stop staring at him and start up some conversations again. Man was that blonde anti-social. Most people came to a bar to get drunk and meet people. He came to glare at everyone.
Reno liked to get drunk, meet new people and swap a few manly hits, kicks and broken bottles. It was… stress relieving.
“Reno…” Cloud muttered, catching sight of the red-head.
Reno gave Cloud a vague salute and downed his fourth shot. Damn. Still tasted bad but on the other hand, his tongue was already going numb and the taste was no longer making him shudder.
“I’m not interested.” The blonde growled; taking his beer savagely and drowning half the cup in one gulp. If it tasted bad, he wasn’t showing it.
“Whatever.” Reno muttered. He looked at his fifth shot with some apprehension. When the liquor-whatever it was- hit him in the ten or so minutes it would take was he going to regret this next shot? The Shin-Ra employee shrugged and drowned the shot.
“What? No kittens this time?” Cloud drained the other half of his beer and signaled for another one from the bartender. The cup was quickly refilled and Reno’s shots were soon replaced with another two glasses- the liquid a different color this time.
“Piss off, Strife. It’s part of my job. Outside of it… I really don’t care what stupid reasons you have for turning down good money and good retirement.”
Cloud didn’t say anything to that for a while- long enough for Reno to drain his new shots and begin to feel the wonderful head-spin from the original five. Or was it six? He politely, if not a little slurred, refused another set. This crap would see him through to the end.
“And quite frankly… quite… frankly. You’re just chicken shit!” He finally slurred out to Cloud- or who he thought was Cloud.
The blonde looked up. Blue mako eyes narrowing. “Shut up.”
“Ohh! Afraid I’ve hit the chocobo on the head?”
“Nail.”
“Huh?”
“The saying is ‘afraid I’ve hit the nail on the head.’ How many of those have you had anyway?” That was Cloud Strife; citizen of the fucking year through and through. Like he actually cared if Reno would need to be carried home.
Reno held up his hands, counting about eight of his fingers and showing them- very proudly- to Cloud. “Seven. And the four beers.”
“Great.” Cloud looked like he wanted to complain that he would have to take the red-head home. He didn’t. But he looked like he was going to.
“Aww, shuddup. You don’t have to carry me home or anything!”
Cloud sighed and took another swig of beer. “What are you doing here anyway?”
Reno indicated his glass. “Drinking, talking and thinking about throwing my nuts at you.”
Cloud sighed again and drained his glass. “I mean, why are you here?”
“I came out to drink, talk and throw nuts at you.” Reno said. He glanced at the complimentary nuts; they probably wouldn’t hurt if he did peg one at Cloud. But the blonde’s rebuttal would.
Cloud put his empty glass down and signaled for another. He certainly could chug the beer. “Seriously?”
Reno rolled his eyes, turning, a little too much, and smacked a hand on Cloud’s shoulder. “Seriously. Dude. Not everyone cares about what you do every second of the day. Now I’ll admit, when I’m working, I have an obligation to follow you around and bug you until your brain wakes up. But… by my watch…” He glanced at his wrist, devoid of a watch, but obviously able to tell the time regardless. “It’s not working time. It’s sleeping and partying time. My favourite. So shuddup and leave me to it.”
Cloud left him alone for the most part after that. Although all the mood for starting a good row had left Reno by that time and so he drained his last beer and got up. Well, when we say ‘got up’ we mean staggered. And when we say staggered, we mean fell-without actually hitting the ground. But he got his feet moving, not very well, but moving. He marched in a wonky zig-zag to the door.
It seemed to be locked on his first four attempts to open it, and then Reno realized, quite happily, that the door was not, indeed a turn-knob. He pulled the handle down and the world outside rushed in. a shower of greasy air and stale drizzle greeted Reno’s surprised look. It was night, barely eight o’clock. But it was one of those nights where nothing was happy to be there. Not the sky, the plants or the air. Reno sympathized with them all. He didn’t want it to be miserable. But here it was. Miserable.
He glanced around for his mode of transportation and realized that he’d caught a train to this sector and there was no train back. Looked like he was walking.
“Ride?” A voice asked him.
Reno glanced back at Cloud, who was standing in the doorway behind him. “You offering?”
Cloud nodded.
Reno shrugged. “Sure then.”
Cloud pursed his lips like he wanted to say something but didn’t and just walked past the red-haid, as though expecting Reno to follow. Reno followed, but only because it was almost habit by now.
Cloud’s bike was sitting across the street; its menacing presence had probably warded off any would-be thieves. Besides, very few people had the reflexes required to actually drive the bike. It was more than a simply awesome computer. Every time someone who wasn’t as dexterous or agile as Cloud got on, they put a gun with six chambers to their head. Some or all of the chambers had bullets loaded. You never knew which chamber you were on. You never knew which round would add another bullet. Cloud’s gun still had a single bullet in it, but he could move his head fast enough to avoid the shot.
Reno watched as Cloud mounted up and then looked at Reno expectantly. Reno grinned drunkenly and climbed on the back, wrapping his arms around Cloud’s stone-like stomach. There were people who would pay money to ride a bike with the ‘hero.’ Reno had seen him drive-and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to be on the back of the same vehicle-but he was drunk and giddy, and he got to see if Cloud’s ribs were as strong as the rest of him.
The bike started and slowly rolled backward and then turned. Reno tensed and grasped his wrists around Cloud’s waist. The blonde glanced back a little at him, but then he hit the gas and the bike roared forward at break-neck speeds.
The world blurred into a mass of gray, black and concrete to either side of Reno’s eyes, and the red-head found himself becoming increasingly dizzier as he tried to find a single point of focus. He turned his head from left to right, but the only thing that hadn’t become a teeth-clenching blur was the soft blonde locks that peeked out under the helmet in front of him. The hair looked incredibly soft and Reno wondered how Cloud got it to spike up the way it did.
Then, very suddenly the bike stopped. Reno was left gasping and wondering if he was going to throw up.
“You can let go now.” Cloud said, taking off his helmet.
Reno looked down at his hands secured in a death-grip around Cloud’s small waist and found he couldn’t move his fingers. Oh damn.
“I can’t let go.” He moaned, resting his head against Cloud’s shoulders. He really hoped the solution that the blonde thought of wasn’t getting one of his over-sized swords and….
“You what?”
“My fingers won’t move.” Reno explained.
Cloud’s shoulders rotated and Reno felt the blonde’s warm fingers grasping at his fingers, trying to pry them off. He obviously wasn’t prying hard enough, because Reno’s digits didn’t even curl. “You have a death grip.”
“I know. I made it.”
“Why do you have a death-grip?”
“Because you drive like a lunatic. The only reason you haven’t lost your license is because none of the speed-cameras can catch you.”
“License?” Cloud asked.
“Yeah… you’re driving license.” Reno had a bad feeling. “You -do- have a driving license, don’t you?”
Cloud got off the bike, forcing Reno to get off too. The blonde turned around awkwardly in Reno’s arms. He was shorter, but Reno was slouching so the blonde appeared taller. “You have to have a license to drive?”
Reno nodded. Cloud frowned. “Where do I get one?”
Reno tried to remember. “The place where you get the cars registered.”
“They have to be-”
“No. Don’t say it!” Reno moaned. The blonde was a lunatic. Driving an unregistered bike without a license. He’d get in an accident and…
“Try opening your hands now.” Cloud said.
Reno blinked and found his arms had relaxed, and his fingers had blood in them again. He let go of Cloud’s waist.
The blonde smiled a little and flashed a license at Reno. He turned and walked inside the Chapel that had become his home away from home.
Reno smacked his head and followed the blonde in. “That was a roundabout way of getting me to let go.”
Cloud didn’t reply, he was putting something in a box.
Reno sat in one of the pews and rested his eyes.
“….repay me?” Someone was speaking.
Reno jolted awake and looked around. There was a Cloud standing over him. Reno chuckled a little and looked up at the other man, waiting for him to repeat his question.
“I said; how are you going to repay me?” Cloud repeated. He looked a little angry. He’d probably repeated the same thing a few times.
Reno dug a hand into his pocket and found nothing. Oh… that wasn’t good. He checked his other pockets but came up with a rubber band and a spare pair of sunglasses. Putting the sunglasses on didn’t reveal any money on him so he took them off. “I seem to have misplaced my wallet.”
“How do you intend on repaying me then?”
Reno shrugged. “I don’t know what you might want. How about I buy you a puppy? Everyone likes dogs.”
“I’m a cat person.”
“Oh.”
Cloud sighed and sat down in the pew in front of the Shin-Ra employee on his knees, so he was facing the red-head. “Reno, was this all just a ploy to bug me?”
Reno shook his head. “No. It’s my night off. I don’t know why you took me back here. Maybe for some wham-bam-thank-you-man, but I fully intended on starting a bar-brawl and sleeping in until three. You just happened to show up and get me out of the mood.”
“Wham-bam-thank-you-man?” Cloud asked slowly.
“Y’know… sex me up.” Reno explained.
Cloud snorted. “Yeah right.”
“Well, how was I supposed to know? It’s not like you’re easy to read. Hell, you could be killing innocent puppies in your spare time, and no one would be able to tell.”
Cloud stood up with another snort. “I’m not a homicidal maniac, if that’s what you’re saying.”
Reno held up his hands defensively. “Hey, hey, not saying anything here.”
Cloud rolled his glowing eyes and walked around to Reno’s pew. “You honestly thought I wanted sex?”
Reno blinked. How had the conversation come back to that? “Uh… well… I mean… or a puppy. Sometimes you get this look, and I’m like ‘shit, where’d I put that Labrador?’…”
Cloud was frowning again. “What look?”
“When you pout… like… that…”
Cloud touched his mouth. “I’m not pouting.”
“Man, if that isn’t ‘I need an animal’ pout, I dunno what is.”
Cloud shook his head. “I don’t want an animal.”
Reno held up his hands defensively again. “Hey, hey. Not implying -anything- here.”
Cloud leaned his ass against the opposite pew; easily balancing his feet against the back of the one Reno was on. “What are you saying, then?”
Reno opened his mouth and didn’t produce an answer.
“Well?”
Reno shrugged. “Maybe you should get laid. You seem a little uptight.” Changing the subject. Always worked.
“Now we’re on to sex again.” Cloud moaned.
“I’m just saying…”
“I’m not interested in having sex with you!”
“Hey! Hey! Whoever said it had to be with me?”
“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation,” Cloud muttered, “I don’t really think you should be talking about this with me.”
“Why not? There’s nothing else to talk about. And you’re obviously in denial about wanting some.” Reno shrugged innocently.
Cloud’s mouth opened and closed a few times. The red-head noticed that Cloud’s ears had gone pink. “I-I am -not- in denial.”
“Then why are you blushing?” Reno pressed.
“Because this is a… a…” Cloud closed his eyes and let all the air out of his body. “Because we shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“We could talk about my sex-life then.”
“I’d rather not-”
“Because I bet mine is more active.” Reno went on, ignoring Cloud.
“I bet it’s not-”
“See, that’s why I’m so laid back and easy going-” Reno stopped talking, Cloud was straddling him and… kissing him.
Sure, Reno knew that Cloud could move really fast… but… there was this… tongue in his mouth. Cloud’s tongue. In Reno’s mouth.
And Reno thought that drunken people could never be surprised. When you were drunk, you were a tiger, a lion or an un-surprisable-squirrel. Not, as Reno felt, a surprised, shocked, red-head.
Then Cloud pulled back. “I’ve had sex.” He muttered.
Reno probably shouldn’t have provoked him. “When? A year ago?”
Cloud frowned. “No.”
And then Reno was pulled into another kiss, this one a little more demanding than the last one. Cloud pulled at Reno’s bottom lip with his teeth until Reno kissed back. Cloud’s mouth didn’t taste like beer. Like it should have. It tasted like the sky. Like fresh air and ozone. Like something distant and faraway.
“Well?” Reno asked after this kiss. This was a very different way to talk to the blonde.
Cloud was still frowning. “Three years, two days, six hours and thirty two minutes ago.”
Reno opened his mouth to laugh but the blonde silenced him again. It was probably a good thing, because laughing at Cloud Strife was probably not a safe past-time.
And this time Cloud pressed Reno back into the seat and the Shin-Ra employee had his molestor’s weight settled on his legs. Reno felt hands against his shirt and hand just enough time to wince before it was brutally torn open. He felt Cloud’s lips curl against his own, like the blonde knew that Reno liked this shirt and took some kind of perverse pleasure in destroying it.
Puppy killing maniac.
The blonde pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
Reno echoed the movement. “You should get laid more often.”
Cloud frowned again. “Should not.” he pressed a hand to Reno’s lips to stop the red-head from talking and bent over Reno’s chest, licking first one nub, and then the other.
Reno stared as Cloud scooted off Reno’s lap and knelt, examining the thin trail of pubic hair that disappeared into Reno’s pants.
“It’s red.” The blonde said.
“Of course it’s red. What color did you think it would be? Blue?”
Cloud shrugged. “I’ve never seen pubic hair before…”
“What?” Reno’s tone stopped as Cloud licked his belly-button.
The blonde scrunched up his face. “It tastes all salty.”
“That would be sweat.” Reno said.
Cloud licked a little lower. “Yeah…. But this is sweat from hair.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation, what are you, like five? Pubic hair sweats.”
Cloud stopped what he was doing and looked up at Reno, a shocked expression on his face. “It does? Gross.”
Reno slapped his forehead. “No. It’s perfectly normal. Not all of us were genetically toyed with.”
Cloud shrugged and went back to licking his way down to Reno’s pants.
Reno shifted a little uncomfortably. The blonde had a weird look on his face.
“First, you’re going to take your pants off.” Cloud told him.
“I dunno… I kind of like them on…”
“And then you’re going to take mine off.” Cloud said, ignoring Reno’s protest.
“But yours look good on.”
“And then you’re going to do everything I tell you to do.”
“But I’m really bad at following orders.”
Cloud smiled. “If you don’t… I tie you down and do it all anyway.”
Reno briefly, if only momentarily wondered if he wouldn’t enjoy being tied down and done away with. But then… Cloud had that ‘puppy killing maniac’ look again, and Reno didn’t want to test the theory that Cloud would indeed carry through with this look. Besides, three years was a long time, and Reno was a nice guy. He didn’t really have a thing for other guys, but Cloud could probably kill him in a few blinks of the eye, so today was a day for experimentation.
Reno undid his pants, hands about to push them down when Cloud grabbed them himself and pulled, he pulled so hard that Reno was almost sent flying off the seat, a quick hand to catch himself meant that Cloud’s face was very suddenly not intimate with Reno’s groin. “H-hey! Careful!”
Cloud muttered something and forced Reno to sit back down comfortably. We use the comfortably term loosely as Cloud pretty much just shoved the red-head into the seat. And then Cloud’s face became intimate with Reno’s groin anyway.
Reno let out a surprised little yell when the blonde picked up his soft cock and gave it a quick, interested lick along the slit. Reno felt his blood start rushing. He loved it when girls did that! Oh, but Cloud wasn’t a girl. Oh, but Cloud was flicking his tongue up and down that slit, and one hand gently stroked Reno’s balls, fingers absently curling in his red pubic hair.
And then, when Reno was full and hard, Cloud pulled back- like he’d suddenly lost interest in giving the red-head a blow-job and was more concerned with other things.
“Oh damn, but that was just getting interesting!” Reno started. He was reminded of trying to ride a bike like the one Cloud rode. A gun. Six chambers. One bullet.
Cloud grabbed Reno by the waist and pulled him to his feet, pulling him out of the pews and down to where the flowers were. The pretty flowers that were always in bloom.
So there they were. Reno butt-naked and with a now-thankfully- wilting penis. And Cloud Strife, with a naked man. In a bunch of flowers.
There was irony in there. Somewhere, there was irony. But damned if Reno could point out where.
Bang.
“Kneel.” Cloud instructed.
Reno knelt. Reno knelt because Cloud had a hand on his shoulder and was pushing him down and Reno didn’t want to break his legs or be planted in the ground like another flower.
And then Cloud was unbuckling his pants. Reno felt a little queer. Cloud wasn’t a little queer. Cloud was… “Holy shit how do you fit that in there?”
Cloud blushed and looked down at his throbbing erection. “It’s not normally that big.”
Reno whistled. “Well, that’s big.”
Cloud blushed some more. “Suck it.” The tone was cute. Like a little school girl. ‘Would you suck my massive cock, mister teacher man?’
Reno felt very much like saying no. He honestly did. Because Cloud in a little school girl’s outfit was almost funny. This… thing, was not funny. It was… Reno was gaping. “How?” He finally asked.
Cloud groaned. “With your mouth.”
Reno touched the cock. It throbbed invitingly at him. He was never reading another tentacle-sex manga again. But, he was experimenting here, and this was probably the part where someone made a crack about playing doctor. Cloud had a tumor. Yeah, a really fucking big tumor. And Reno was going to suck the inside bits out. Or be impaled.
This was pay-back. Really, for all the cracks Rude and he had made about Cloud’s swords compensating for his ego.
Reno leaned into Cloud’s body and kissed the slit. It smelt weird. Everything about Cloud smelt weird. Most guys… now most guys smelt like guys. Musky, manly and stuff. Cloud… Cloud smelt like ozone.
Haha, funny. CLOUD smelt like ozone. But… Reno licked the head of the penis in front of him. He rolled his tongue around the slit. It was true.
Cloud moaned and grabbed a fistful of hair, not forcing him; just holding on. Which was good, because Reno would have probably gagged if Cloud had of wanted to be deep-throated.
No wonder he hadn’t had sex in a while, this thing must have scared people away. Holy crap and Cloud was gay? No wonder people pegged him as being a bottom. Could someone imagine this… this monster going into their bodies?
Reno moaned quietly at his thoughts, which made Cloud gasp. “Oh, do that again!”
Reno licked the cock, sliding a little more into his mouth and watching his teeth. How did chicks do that? It was like an art-form.
“No… ohh, no… the vibrating.” Cloud gasped.
Reno tried to pull his head back, but found he couldn’t, he tried talking with the cock in his mouth “Mth, mie, masmt, mrominnm mth.” (But I wasn’t doing anything.)
Cloud groaned loudly then and pushed Reno away from him, rather forcefully. Reno gasped and was quick to let go of the organ he had been holding onto and not bite into anything that would make the blonde very angry very quickly.
Reno wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at the blonde. Cloud was still mostly clothed, his pants were pooling around his boots, but that didn’t seem to bother him.
The blonde knelt between Reno’s legs and grabbed the red-head’s chin, kissing him deeply. Reno felt like he had the sky in his mouth. The endless and faraway sky.
He wondered if he could get high from tasting Cloud’s body. And then there was a hand on him, stroking him back up to full happiness. Reno grunted and moaned in pleasure. Damn, Cloud knew how to do this.
And then there was that thickness between his legs. And Reno was really not thinking that that thing was going inside his body. No way.
He found himself scrambling at Cloud’s shoulders as the thickness pushed into him. He tried to speak, but the blonde just kept kissing him.
It hurt, and Reno found himself gasping and clawing at Cloud’s leather-covered shoulders in an effort to make the pain a little less. But no, Cloud seemed to not care and was just pushing inside of his body regardless.
And then, when that entity was almost halfway inside of his body and Cloud finally stopped kissing him, Reno hissed and struggled. “Oh, shit, that hurts!”
Cloud shrugged. “You’ve done it before. It’ll get better sooner or later.” He pushed a little deeper in, eyes closing in pleasure.
Reno gasped and clawed harder at Cloud’s shoulders. “Fuck! No, I haven’t and… oh, fuck that hurts! It’s too big.”
Cloud pulled Reno’s hips closer, forcing the red-head’s entrance to stretch even further than it needed to. “Oh god… you’re so tight.”
“Owww!” Reno groaned.
Cloud was shaking softly and he took a few deep breathes of air. “I’d forgotten… how this felt.”
“Owww!” Reno growled. “I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll feel better soon.”
“Yeah, when you get out of me. Ahh, fuck, I think I’m bleeding. I mean… isn’t there lube or something you could have applied?”
“No time for lube.” Cloud murmured, kissing Reno in between his words.
“There’s always time for lube.” Reno groaned. Damnit. He was all violated and hurt now. His sex was dead between his legs.
Cloud chuckled and began to shift around inside of Reno’s body. The Shin-Ra employee grunted and pushed on Cloud’s shoulders. “This is not cool.” He hissed.
Cloud shifted a little more, wiggling himself in a little bit more until…
“OH!” Said Reno.
“Oh?” Cloud asked.
“Oh!” Reno explained. It was like some sort of fireworks had just exploded outside of his vision.
Cloud frowned and shifted again, repeating the same motion as before.
“OH! Oh!” Reno shouted. His body was on fire.
Cloud started pulling out of Reno’s body.
“Oh, don’t stop now!” Reno moaned.
Luckily, the blonde didn’t withdraw the whole way and quickly shoved his cock back inside Reno’s ass.
“Oh!” Reno shouted, half pleasure, but somewhat pain.
“Good?” Cloud asked.
“Oh God… no… bad… do it again.” Reno gasped.
And again. More sparks. And then again, and again, and again until Reno couldn’t see the night sky, until there was nothing but this blinding white and the steady throb of his /much/ happier body. He could hear this wonderful rushing sound in his ears, and this steady pulsing of his heartbeat, and Cloud grunting.
But mostly was just the fire. It raced right up his spine, tangled his brain-cells and then ran straight back down his body to his groin, tightening his balls and teasing his cock like a feather duster. A mean, erotic feather duster.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Reno shouted.
Cloud didn’t say much, he just groaned and grunted and screwed Reno blind. Until that cock that was far too big and far to full, finally exploded.
And then Cloud was kneeling over Reno, blue eyes blinking slowly and dully. And panting.
Reno shuddered and shivered and groaned. The throbbing was still floating through his brain, like his body was trying to catch up to the pounding it had just received. His thighs hurt from the Ex-SOLDIER holding them tightly.
“Touch yourself.” Cloud whispered into Reno’s ear huskily.
Reno had been thinking the exact same thing, and reached down, stroking his throbbing cock with a shaking hand. He caressed the slit and rolled his thumbs up and down the shaft, imagining it was Cloud’s mouth. And then one hand was just not enough and he had to use two. And he could feel Cloud’s soft, spent organ inside of him, hardening again.
And then there was just this wonderful whiteness that washed all over his mind.
Reno gasped in a quick burst of air and almost sobbed with the release.
Cloud’s mouth was on his again, tasting like ozone.
“Not again.”
“Again.”
“No.”
“You’ll like it.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think I can walk already.”
Cloud gave him that puppy-killing maniac look.
“Oh God.”
~ Owari.
Sweet notes: Done! Damnit! This is harder than it looks. OMG, I hope you appreciate how hard it is to stay in character during smut, Lele. >.< Cloud was -way- to aggressive, and I think Reno got a bit too submissive, argg! So hard! Hope you liked it babe!
Author: Sweetdeily
Pairing: Cloud/Reno
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7.
Theme: 11. The endless and faraway sky. 94. Russian Roulette
Rating: NC-17. Smex. Lemon. Gay smut.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
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Convince him.
~By Sweetdeily.
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“Convince him.”
Rufus had made it sound so simple, with those two words.
He sat, gazing up at the endlessly blue sky, wishing that his president -hadn’t- said those two words. Was there anything that he hadn’t tried to do?
Flowers, chocolates, offers of large sums of money, small furry animals, begging, pleading, and ludicrous offers for him to clean Cloud’s somewhat… lacking little hide-out.
All to no avail.
Cloud Strife didn’t seem to -want- anything that was the problem.
What could you offer a man who didn’t want money, art collections or fame?
It was times like this that Reno wondered why he had ever taken such a job.
“Convince him.” Reno muttered aloud to himself. “… how?”
What could you use on a man that didn’t care about anything? What kind of gifts interested the Ex-SOLDIER Cloud Strife?
“Partner…”
Reno turned his head slowly, meeting Rude’s sunglasses. “Hullo.”
Rude raised an ever-poetic eyebrow. The eyebrow asked him what he was doing on the roof at three in the morning and when was he going home.
“Alright, geez. I’m going. I’m going.”
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Cloud Strife was not a hard man to find. People tended to notice his presence from the moment he walked into a room to the second he left it. Someone with his ‘aura’ of sorrow and heartache left an impression in your mind without even looking at you directly.
It was Reno’s night off. He liked spending these precious moments of headache free time in the lowest, crowded and rowdy bars you could find in Midgar. There weren’t enough of them that didn’t know his name he thought. It was hard to find a decent spot of grime in the city. It was even harder to find one that didn’t already know his habits of starting brawls and breaking cups.
Reno was on his third shot of the evening- it was an early evening too- when Cloud Strife entered the bar. He had spent enough time during the week, following the blonde around like a puppy, to recognize the frozen hush that overcame the crowd. Who else erected such an entrance? Outside of work, Reno really didn’t care what Cloud did with his time, but he was pretty sure that Cloud was going to notice him and ‘say’ something.
Reno took a sip of his beer, washing down whatever had been in the shot-glass. Probably car break fluid. He didn’t turn around- he was going to pay as little attention to Cloud Strife as he could.
The door closed rather loudly at the other end of the bar and the heavy footfalls of the Ex-SOLDIER echoed resolutely into the room. Cloud plodded moodily up to the bar and took a seat.
“Beer.” The blonde mumbled.
Ah, beer. Now that was a loose term for the substance that Reno had just swallowed. He was pretty sure the shot-glasses were filled with break fluid, but the beer was most definitely Chocobo piss. He’d never tasted beer so horrible.
It made him happier than a Moogle with a ball. And Moogles were pretty happy when they had balls.
Cloud looked around slowly, obviously using his normal-every-day glare to make people stop staring at him and start up some conversations again. Man was that blonde anti-social. Most people came to a bar to get drunk and meet people. He came to glare at everyone.
Reno liked to get drunk, meet new people and swap a few manly hits, kicks and broken bottles. It was… stress relieving.
“Reno…” Cloud muttered, catching sight of the red-head.
Reno gave Cloud a vague salute and downed his fourth shot. Damn. Still tasted bad but on the other hand, his tongue was already going numb and the taste was no longer making him shudder.
“I’m not interested.” The blonde growled; taking his beer savagely and drowning half the cup in one gulp. If it tasted bad, he wasn’t showing it.
“Whatever.” Reno muttered. He looked at his fifth shot with some apprehension. When the liquor-whatever it was- hit him in the ten or so minutes it would take was he going to regret this next shot? The Shin-Ra employee shrugged and drowned the shot.
“What? No kittens this time?” Cloud drained the other half of his beer and signaled for another one from the bartender. The cup was quickly refilled and Reno’s shots were soon replaced with another two glasses- the liquid a different color this time.
“Piss off, Strife. It’s part of my job. Outside of it… I really don’t care what stupid reasons you have for turning down good money and good retirement.”
Cloud didn’t say anything to that for a while- long enough for Reno to drain his new shots and begin to feel the wonderful head-spin from the original five. Or was it six? He politely, if not a little slurred, refused another set. This crap would see him through to the end.
“And quite frankly… quite… frankly. You’re just chicken shit!” He finally slurred out to Cloud- or who he thought was Cloud.
The blonde looked up. Blue mako eyes narrowing. “Shut up.”
“Ohh! Afraid I’ve hit the chocobo on the head?”
“Nail.”
“Huh?”
“The saying is ‘afraid I’ve hit the nail on the head.’ How many of those have you had anyway?” That was Cloud Strife; citizen of the fucking year through and through. Like he actually cared if Reno would need to be carried home.
Reno held up his hands, counting about eight of his fingers and showing them- very proudly- to Cloud. “Seven. And the four beers.”
“Great.” Cloud looked like he wanted to complain that he would have to take the red-head home. He didn’t. But he looked like he was going to.
“Aww, shuddup. You don’t have to carry me home or anything!”
Cloud sighed and took another swig of beer. “What are you doing here anyway?”
Reno indicated his glass. “Drinking, talking and thinking about throwing my nuts at you.”
Cloud sighed again and drained his glass. “I mean, why are you here?”
“I came out to drink, talk and throw nuts at you.” Reno said. He glanced at the complimentary nuts; they probably wouldn’t hurt if he did peg one at Cloud. But the blonde’s rebuttal would.
Cloud put his empty glass down and signaled for another. He certainly could chug the beer. “Seriously?”
Reno rolled his eyes, turning, a little too much, and smacked a hand on Cloud’s shoulder. “Seriously. Dude. Not everyone cares about what you do every second of the day. Now I’ll admit, when I’m working, I have an obligation to follow you around and bug you until your brain wakes up. But… by my watch…” He glanced at his wrist, devoid of a watch, but obviously able to tell the time regardless. “It’s not working time. It’s sleeping and partying time. My favourite. So shuddup and leave me to it.”
Cloud left him alone for the most part after that. Although all the mood for starting a good row had left Reno by that time and so he drained his last beer and got up. Well, when we say ‘got up’ we mean staggered. And when we say staggered, we mean fell-without actually hitting the ground. But he got his feet moving, not very well, but moving. He marched in a wonky zig-zag to the door.
It seemed to be locked on his first four attempts to open it, and then Reno realized, quite happily, that the door was not, indeed a turn-knob. He pulled the handle down and the world outside rushed in. a shower of greasy air and stale drizzle greeted Reno’s surprised look. It was night, barely eight o’clock. But it was one of those nights where nothing was happy to be there. Not the sky, the plants or the air. Reno sympathized with them all. He didn’t want it to be miserable. But here it was. Miserable.
He glanced around for his mode of transportation and realized that he’d caught a train to this sector and there was no train back. Looked like he was walking.
“Ride?” A voice asked him.
Reno glanced back at Cloud, who was standing in the doorway behind him. “You offering?”
Cloud nodded.
Reno shrugged. “Sure then.”
Cloud pursed his lips like he wanted to say something but didn’t and just walked past the red-haid, as though expecting Reno to follow. Reno followed, but only because it was almost habit by now.
Cloud’s bike was sitting across the street; its menacing presence had probably warded off any would-be thieves. Besides, very few people had the reflexes required to actually drive the bike. It was more than a simply awesome computer. Every time someone who wasn’t as dexterous or agile as Cloud got on, they put a gun with six chambers to their head. Some or all of the chambers had bullets loaded. You never knew which chamber you were on. You never knew which round would add another bullet. Cloud’s gun still had a single bullet in it, but he could move his head fast enough to avoid the shot.
Reno watched as Cloud mounted up and then looked at Reno expectantly. Reno grinned drunkenly and climbed on the back, wrapping his arms around Cloud’s stone-like stomach. There were people who would pay money to ride a bike with the ‘hero.’ Reno had seen him drive-and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to be on the back of the same vehicle-but he was drunk and giddy, and he got to see if Cloud’s ribs were as strong as the rest of him.
The bike started and slowly rolled backward and then turned. Reno tensed and grasped his wrists around Cloud’s waist. The blonde glanced back a little at him, but then he hit the gas and the bike roared forward at break-neck speeds.
The world blurred into a mass of gray, black and concrete to either side of Reno’s eyes, and the red-head found himself becoming increasingly dizzier as he tried to find a single point of focus. He turned his head from left to right, but the only thing that hadn’t become a teeth-clenching blur was the soft blonde locks that peeked out under the helmet in front of him. The hair looked incredibly soft and Reno wondered how Cloud got it to spike up the way it did.
Then, very suddenly the bike stopped. Reno was left gasping and wondering if he was going to throw up.
“You can let go now.” Cloud said, taking off his helmet.
Reno looked down at his hands secured in a death-grip around Cloud’s small waist and found he couldn’t move his fingers. Oh damn.
“I can’t let go.” He moaned, resting his head against Cloud’s shoulders. He really hoped the solution that the blonde thought of wasn’t getting one of his over-sized swords and….
“You what?”
“My fingers won’t move.” Reno explained.
Cloud’s shoulders rotated and Reno felt the blonde’s warm fingers grasping at his fingers, trying to pry them off. He obviously wasn’t prying hard enough, because Reno’s digits didn’t even curl. “You have a death grip.”
“I know. I made it.”
“Why do you have a death-grip?”
“Because you drive like a lunatic. The only reason you haven’t lost your license is because none of the speed-cameras can catch you.”
“License?” Cloud asked.
“Yeah… you’re driving license.” Reno had a bad feeling. “You -do- have a driving license, don’t you?”
Cloud got off the bike, forcing Reno to get off too. The blonde turned around awkwardly in Reno’s arms. He was shorter, but Reno was slouching so the blonde appeared taller. “You have to have a license to drive?”
Reno nodded. Cloud frowned. “Where do I get one?”
Reno tried to remember. “The place where you get the cars registered.”
“They have to be-”
“No. Don’t say it!” Reno moaned. The blonde was a lunatic. Driving an unregistered bike without a license. He’d get in an accident and…
“Try opening your hands now.” Cloud said.
Reno blinked and found his arms had relaxed, and his fingers had blood in them again. He let go of Cloud’s waist.
The blonde smiled a little and flashed a license at Reno. He turned and walked inside the Chapel that had become his home away from home.
Reno smacked his head and followed the blonde in. “That was a roundabout way of getting me to let go.”
Cloud didn’t reply, he was putting something in a box.
Reno sat in one of the pews and rested his eyes.
“….repay me?” Someone was speaking.
Reno jolted awake and looked around. There was a Cloud standing over him. Reno chuckled a little and looked up at the other man, waiting for him to repeat his question.
“I said; how are you going to repay me?” Cloud repeated. He looked a little angry. He’d probably repeated the same thing a few times.
Reno dug a hand into his pocket and found nothing. Oh… that wasn’t good. He checked his other pockets but came up with a rubber band and a spare pair of sunglasses. Putting the sunglasses on didn’t reveal any money on him so he took them off. “I seem to have misplaced my wallet.”
“How do you intend on repaying me then?”
Reno shrugged. “I don’t know what you might want. How about I buy you a puppy? Everyone likes dogs.”
“I’m a cat person.”
“Oh.”
Cloud sighed and sat down in the pew in front of the Shin-Ra employee on his knees, so he was facing the red-head. “Reno, was this all just a ploy to bug me?”
Reno shook his head. “No. It’s my night off. I don’t know why you took me back here. Maybe for some wham-bam-thank-you-man, but I fully intended on starting a bar-brawl and sleeping in until three. You just happened to show up and get me out of the mood.”
“Wham-bam-thank-you-man?” Cloud asked slowly.
“Y’know… sex me up.” Reno explained.
Cloud snorted. “Yeah right.”
“Well, how was I supposed to know? It’s not like you’re easy to read. Hell, you could be killing innocent puppies in your spare time, and no one would be able to tell.”
Cloud stood up with another snort. “I’m not a homicidal maniac, if that’s what you’re saying.”
Reno held up his hands defensively. “Hey, hey, not saying anything here.”
Cloud rolled his glowing eyes and walked around to Reno’s pew. “You honestly thought I wanted sex?”
Reno blinked. How had the conversation come back to that? “Uh… well… I mean… or a puppy. Sometimes you get this look, and I’m like ‘shit, where’d I put that Labrador?’…”
Cloud was frowning again. “What look?”
“When you pout… like… that…”
Cloud touched his mouth. “I’m not pouting.”
“Man, if that isn’t ‘I need an animal’ pout, I dunno what is.”
Cloud shook his head. “I don’t want an animal.”
Reno held up his hands defensively again. “Hey, hey. Not implying -anything- here.”
Cloud leaned his ass against the opposite pew; easily balancing his feet against the back of the one Reno was on. “What are you saying, then?”
Reno opened his mouth and didn’t produce an answer.
“Well?”
Reno shrugged. “Maybe you should get laid. You seem a little uptight.” Changing the subject. Always worked.
“Now we’re on to sex again.” Cloud moaned.
“I’m just saying…”
“I’m not interested in having sex with you!”
“Hey! Hey! Whoever said it had to be with me?”
“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation,” Cloud muttered, “I don’t really think you should be talking about this with me.”
“Why not? There’s nothing else to talk about. And you’re obviously in denial about wanting some.” Reno shrugged innocently.
Cloud’s mouth opened and closed a few times. The red-head noticed that Cloud’s ears had gone pink. “I-I am -not- in denial.”
“Then why are you blushing?” Reno pressed.
“Because this is a… a…” Cloud closed his eyes and let all the air out of his body. “Because we shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“We could talk about my sex-life then.”
“I’d rather not-”
“Because I bet mine is more active.” Reno went on, ignoring Cloud.
“I bet it’s not-”
“See, that’s why I’m so laid back and easy going-” Reno stopped talking, Cloud was straddling him and… kissing him.
Sure, Reno knew that Cloud could move really fast… but… there was this… tongue in his mouth. Cloud’s tongue. In Reno’s mouth.
And Reno thought that drunken people could never be surprised. When you were drunk, you were a tiger, a lion or an un-surprisable-squirrel. Not, as Reno felt, a surprised, shocked, red-head.
Then Cloud pulled back. “I’ve had sex.” He muttered.
Reno probably shouldn’t have provoked him. “When? A year ago?”
Cloud frowned. “No.”
And then Reno was pulled into another kiss, this one a little more demanding than the last one. Cloud pulled at Reno’s bottom lip with his teeth until Reno kissed back. Cloud’s mouth didn’t taste like beer. Like it should have. It tasted like the sky. Like fresh air and ozone. Like something distant and faraway.
“Well?” Reno asked after this kiss. This was a very different way to talk to the blonde.
Cloud was still frowning. “Three years, two days, six hours and thirty two minutes ago.”
Reno opened his mouth to laugh but the blonde silenced him again. It was probably a good thing, because laughing at Cloud Strife was probably not a safe past-time.
And this time Cloud pressed Reno back into the seat and the Shin-Ra employee had his molestor’s weight settled on his legs. Reno felt hands against his shirt and hand just enough time to wince before it was brutally torn open. He felt Cloud’s lips curl against his own, like the blonde knew that Reno liked this shirt and took some kind of perverse pleasure in destroying it.
Puppy killing maniac.
The blonde pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
Reno echoed the movement. “You should get laid more often.”
Cloud frowned again. “Should not.” he pressed a hand to Reno’s lips to stop the red-head from talking and bent over Reno’s chest, licking first one nub, and then the other.
Reno stared as Cloud scooted off Reno’s lap and knelt, examining the thin trail of pubic hair that disappeared into Reno’s pants.
“It’s red.” The blonde said.
“Of course it’s red. What color did you think it would be? Blue?”
Cloud shrugged. “I’ve never seen pubic hair before…”
“What?” Reno’s tone stopped as Cloud licked his belly-button.
The blonde scrunched up his face. “It tastes all salty.”
“That would be sweat.” Reno said.
Cloud licked a little lower. “Yeah…. But this is sweat from hair.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation, what are you, like five? Pubic hair sweats.”
Cloud stopped what he was doing and looked up at Reno, a shocked expression on his face. “It does? Gross.”
Reno slapped his forehead. “No. It’s perfectly normal. Not all of us were genetically toyed with.”
Cloud shrugged and went back to licking his way down to Reno’s pants.
Reno shifted a little uncomfortably. The blonde had a weird look on his face.
“First, you’re going to take your pants off.” Cloud told him.
“I dunno… I kind of like them on…”
“And then you’re going to take mine off.” Cloud said, ignoring Reno’s protest.
“But yours look good on.”
“And then you’re going to do everything I tell you to do.”
“But I’m really bad at following orders.”
Cloud smiled. “If you don’t… I tie you down and do it all anyway.”
Reno briefly, if only momentarily wondered if he wouldn’t enjoy being tied down and done away with. But then… Cloud had that ‘puppy killing maniac’ look again, and Reno didn’t want to test the theory that Cloud would indeed carry through with this look. Besides, three years was a long time, and Reno was a nice guy. He didn’t really have a thing for other guys, but Cloud could probably kill him in a few blinks of the eye, so today was a day for experimentation.
Reno undid his pants, hands about to push them down when Cloud grabbed them himself and pulled, he pulled so hard that Reno was almost sent flying off the seat, a quick hand to catch himself meant that Cloud’s face was very suddenly not intimate with Reno’s groin. “H-hey! Careful!”
Cloud muttered something and forced Reno to sit back down comfortably. We use the comfortably term loosely as Cloud pretty much just shoved the red-head into the seat. And then Cloud’s face became intimate with Reno’s groin anyway.
Reno let out a surprised little yell when the blonde picked up his soft cock and gave it a quick, interested lick along the slit. Reno felt his blood start rushing. He loved it when girls did that! Oh, but Cloud wasn’t a girl. Oh, but Cloud was flicking his tongue up and down that slit, and one hand gently stroked Reno’s balls, fingers absently curling in his red pubic hair.
And then, when Reno was full and hard, Cloud pulled back- like he’d suddenly lost interest in giving the red-head a blow-job and was more concerned with other things.
“Oh damn, but that was just getting interesting!” Reno started. He was reminded of trying to ride a bike like the one Cloud rode. A gun. Six chambers. One bullet.
Cloud grabbed Reno by the waist and pulled him to his feet, pulling him out of the pews and down to where the flowers were. The pretty flowers that were always in bloom.
So there they were. Reno butt-naked and with a now-thankfully- wilting penis. And Cloud Strife, with a naked man. In a bunch of flowers.
There was irony in there. Somewhere, there was irony. But damned if Reno could point out where.
Bang.
“Kneel.” Cloud instructed.
Reno knelt. Reno knelt because Cloud had a hand on his shoulder and was pushing him down and Reno didn’t want to break his legs or be planted in the ground like another flower.
And then Cloud was unbuckling his pants. Reno felt a little queer. Cloud wasn’t a little queer. Cloud was… “Holy shit how do you fit that in there?”
Cloud blushed and looked down at his throbbing erection. “It’s not normally that big.”
Reno whistled. “Well, that’s big.”
Cloud blushed some more. “Suck it.” The tone was cute. Like a little school girl. ‘Would you suck my massive cock, mister teacher man?’
Reno felt very much like saying no. He honestly did. Because Cloud in a little school girl’s outfit was almost funny. This… thing, was not funny. It was… Reno was gaping. “How?” He finally asked.
Cloud groaned. “With your mouth.”
Reno touched the cock. It throbbed invitingly at him. He was never reading another tentacle-sex manga again. But, he was experimenting here, and this was probably the part where someone made a crack about playing doctor. Cloud had a tumor. Yeah, a really fucking big tumor. And Reno was going to suck the inside bits out. Or be impaled.
This was pay-back. Really, for all the cracks Rude and he had made about Cloud’s swords compensating for his ego.
Reno leaned into Cloud’s body and kissed the slit. It smelt weird. Everything about Cloud smelt weird. Most guys… now most guys smelt like guys. Musky, manly and stuff. Cloud… Cloud smelt like ozone.
Haha, funny. CLOUD smelt like ozone. But… Reno licked the head of the penis in front of him. He rolled his tongue around the slit. It was true.
Cloud moaned and grabbed a fistful of hair, not forcing him; just holding on. Which was good, because Reno would have probably gagged if Cloud had of wanted to be deep-throated.
No wonder he hadn’t had sex in a while, this thing must have scared people away. Holy crap and Cloud was gay? No wonder people pegged him as being a bottom. Could someone imagine this… this monster going into their bodies?
Reno moaned quietly at his thoughts, which made Cloud gasp. “Oh, do that again!”
Reno licked the cock, sliding a little more into his mouth and watching his teeth. How did chicks do that? It was like an art-form.
“No… ohh, no… the vibrating.” Cloud gasped.
Reno tried to pull his head back, but found he couldn’t, he tried talking with the cock in his mouth “Mth, mie, masmt, mrominnm mth.” (But I wasn’t doing anything.)
Cloud groaned loudly then and pushed Reno away from him, rather forcefully. Reno gasped and was quick to let go of the organ he had been holding onto and not bite into anything that would make the blonde very angry very quickly.
Reno wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at the blonde. Cloud was still mostly clothed, his pants were pooling around his boots, but that didn’t seem to bother him.
The blonde knelt between Reno’s legs and grabbed the red-head’s chin, kissing him deeply. Reno felt like he had the sky in his mouth. The endless and faraway sky.
He wondered if he could get high from tasting Cloud’s body. And then there was a hand on him, stroking him back up to full happiness. Reno grunted and moaned in pleasure. Damn, Cloud knew how to do this.
And then there was that thickness between his legs. And Reno was really not thinking that that thing was going inside his body. No way.
He found himself scrambling at Cloud’s shoulders as the thickness pushed into him. He tried to speak, but the blonde just kept kissing him.
It hurt, and Reno found himself gasping and clawing at Cloud’s leather-covered shoulders in an effort to make the pain a little less. But no, Cloud seemed to not care and was just pushing inside of his body regardless.
And then, when that entity was almost halfway inside of his body and Cloud finally stopped kissing him, Reno hissed and struggled. “Oh, shit, that hurts!”
Cloud shrugged. “You’ve done it before. It’ll get better sooner or later.” He pushed a little deeper in, eyes closing in pleasure.
Reno gasped and clawed harder at Cloud’s shoulders. “Fuck! No, I haven’t and… oh, fuck that hurts! It’s too big.”
Cloud pulled Reno’s hips closer, forcing the red-head’s entrance to stretch even further than it needed to. “Oh god… you’re so tight.”
“Owww!” Reno groaned.
Cloud was shaking softly and he took a few deep breathes of air. “I’d forgotten… how this felt.”
“Owww!” Reno growled. “I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll feel better soon.”
“Yeah, when you get out of me. Ahh, fuck, I think I’m bleeding. I mean… isn’t there lube or something you could have applied?”
“No time for lube.” Cloud murmured, kissing Reno in between his words.
“There’s always time for lube.” Reno groaned. Damnit. He was all violated and hurt now. His sex was dead between his legs.
Cloud chuckled and began to shift around inside of Reno’s body. The Shin-Ra employee grunted and pushed on Cloud’s shoulders. “This is not cool.” He hissed.
Cloud shifted a little more, wiggling himself in a little bit more until…
“OH!” Said Reno.
“Oh?” Cloud asked.
“Oh!” Reno explained. It was like some sort of fireworks had just exploded outside of his vision.
Cloud frowned and shifted again, repeating the same motion as before.
“OH! Oh!” Reno shouted. His body was on fire.
Cloud started pulling out of Reno’s body.
“Oh, don’t stop now!” Reno moaned.
Luckily, the blonde didn’t withdraw the whole way and quickly shoved his cock back inside Reno’s ass.
“Oh!” Reno shouted, half pleasure, but somewhat pain.
“Good?” Cloud asked.
“Oh God… no… bad… do it again.” Reno gasped.
And again. More sparks. And then again, and again, and again until Reno couldn’t see the night sky, until there was nothing but this blinding white and the steady throb of his /much/ happier body. He could hear this wonderful rushing sound in his ears, and this steady pulsing of his heartbeat, and Cloud grunting.
But mostly was just the fire. It raced right up his spine, tangled his brain-cells and then ran straight back down his body to his groin, tightening his balls and teasing his cock like a feather duster. A mean, erotic feather duster.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Reno shouted.
Cloud didn’t say much, he just groaned and grunted and screwed Reno blind. Until that cock that was far too big and far to full, finally exploded.
And then Cloud was kneeling over Reno, blue eyes blinking slowly and dully. And panting.
Reno shuddered and shivered and groaned. The throbbing was still floating through his brain, like his body was trying to catch up to the pounding it had just received. His thighs hurt from the Ex-SOLDIER holding them tightly.
“Touch yourself.” Cloud whispered into Reno’s ear huskily.
Reno had been thinking the exact same thing, and reached down, stroking his throbbing cock with a shaking hand. He caressed the slit and rolled his thumbs up and down the shaft, imagining it was Cloud’s mouth. And then one hand was just not enough and he had to use two. And he could feel Cloud’s soft, spent organ inside of him, hardening again.
And then there was just this wonderful whiteness that washed all over his mind.
Reno gasped in a quick burst of air and almost sobbed with the release.
Cloud’s mouth was on his again, tasting like ozone.
“Not again.”
“Again.”
“No.”
“You’ll like it.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think I can walk already.”
Cloud gave him that puppy-killing maniac look.
“Oh God.”
~ Owari.
Sweet notes: Done! Damnit! This is harder than it looks. OMG, I hope you appreciate how hard it is to stay in character during smut, Lele. >.< Cloud was -way- to aggressive, and I think Reno got a bit too submissive, argg! So hard! Hope you liked it babe!