FIC: Cloud/Reno. Final Fantasy 7. Theme 3: Path of Sin.
Title: Young pain.
Author: Sweetdeily
Pairing: Cloud/Reno
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7.
Theme: 3. Path of Sin
Rating: NC-17, incest, lime, swearing, AU. (Rude/Reno implied)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
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Young Pain.
~By Sweetdeily.
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He can’t understand why his son hates him.
The other parents talk about it as the terrible teens. The time when children reach out and try to desperately assert their own identity in the rush and flow of the currents that are life. The P & C meetings shed little light. The boy does well at school, in all his subjects- he has friends and he has a good reputation on the playground.
He’s already dropping in his resume to pick up a part-time job. And there’s rumors of a girlfriend.
But he hates his father.
Cloud tries. He tries as hard as he can to provide a roof over Reno’s head and four square meals. He works late some days and doesn’t get home until almost midnight- so they don’t always see each other on weekdays- but there’s the weekends. There’s always the weekends. Sports tryouts and birthday parties- art museum visits and help with homework- late afternoon sleep-ins and watching football all day. Fishing.
All the things that spell out quality time. So why does Reno hate his father?
Cloud rests his chin in his hands, frowning at his son’s email. He’d been worried- naturally so, because the boy had stopped talking to him lately. Had withdrawn from his father and kept shooting him dirty looks.
The email clarified what Cloud had suspected.
The terrible, unreasonable teens had set in.
Was it a matter of pocket money? Was Cloud not ‘hip’ enough? Did he miss an important date? Was it because he’d dropped Reno off late to school last week?
He hadn’t the faintest clue and it gave him a headache trying to think of any of the reasons. He loved his son- he loved him too much, he knew. He left it alone- that he wasn’t remarrying because of his son- he left it well alone.
His dear wife and the weak heart. But he had thought that they’d made up for that.
So why? Why? Why? Why?
The front door creaked open and Cloud quickly and guilty closed his son’s laptop and took up a pen from the boy’s desk.
“Home already?” He called out.
“What are you doing in my room?” Reno grunted, walking in and dumping his school bag on his freshly made bed. He’d spiked his lovely red hair up in a jungle of droopy, cute little spikes.
“Looking for a pen- thought I’d search your sock drawers for cocaine.” Cloud joked. The joke didn’t work.
Reno’s pouting mouth pinched tightly and he frowned. “Is that how much trust you have in me?”
Cloud rolled his eyes and stood, twirling the pen in his hand. “It was just a joke, kiddo.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Reno huffed, he began methodically taking his books out of his school bag and sorting them into a homework and no homework pile. “What are -you- doing home anyway? Don’t you have work?”
Cloud smiled and coughed dramatically. “I’m dead. I couldn’t get out of bed this morning.”
“Oh.” Came the reply. “Guess you’re just getting old.”
Cloud frowned in an attempt to hide his smile- it wasn’t good to encourage smart-ass remarks. “Maybe.”
Reno stopped unpacking and looked at his father. “Why are you still in my room?” And he sounded very much like a teenage girl when he said that.
“I’m just talking to the monster I’ve been told lives in here.”
Reno’s pout was back. He was doing that more and more lately, ever since last summer holiday. It had to be a puberty thing- Cloud had noticed the soiled sheets hastily hidden in his washing but smartly said nothing. Fourteen year olds were touchy- it seemed. “So you think I’m a monster?”
Cloud groaned and patted the boy on the shoulder. He wanted desperately to hug him and whisper sweetly into his son’s ear that he was just joking. But no… that was a dangerous path. Too dangerous. Too evil. He was a father- not a cruel man. Too much love was a sin. “I think your hair is having a monstrous day.”
Reno frowned even more. “Do you want to get out now?”
“Why?”
“So I can change.”
Cloud raised an eyebrow. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, kiddo.”
Reno was pink around the ears now. “Please, dad, just get out.”
Cloud bit his lip. Confrontation. “Why are you so hostile these days?”
“I’m not hostile.” Reno had turned and was obviously searching for something in his bag. “I just want to change. My shirt’s all sweaty.”
“You’re avoiding me. You’re acting like I’ve done something awful- please, Reno, what is it that’s bothering you?”
“I want to change- can we talk about this later?” Reno shot out, his whole face was pinking now. He slinked to his closet and pulled out a neatly folded shirt.
“No!” Cloud found his voice was louder and angrier than it should have be and he quickly lowered his tone. “We’ll talk about this now! What is it? Is it a girl?”
Reno jumped at his father’s outburst, all but scuttling behind his closet door. “No!”
“No it’s not a girl?” Cloud managed, closing the door to the room and turning on his son.
“No it’s not a girl, dad!” Reno squeaked.
“Then what is it?”
“I…” Reno’s mouth moved like a fish for a few moments while he stuttered over the words he was trying to say before the red-head finally gave up.
“You what?”
“I can’t say!”
“Why not?” Cloud’s voice was angry again, he fought to drag it back down to a civil tone, but it wasn’t working.
“Because it’ll get me into trouble!” Reno shot back.
“Have you done something illegal?” That would be a relief.
“No!”
“Then why will it get you into trouble?” He was getting sick of the twenty-questions game.
“B-b-because…I…” And there was that fish impression again while Reno struggled to say what he wanted to say and some part of him kept it back.
Cloud felt the anger leak away and he stepped closer, gently placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Please, Reno. I love you so much. Tell me what’s bothering you. That way we can work through it together.”
“I… I’ll be in so much trouble.” Reno whispered, leaning toward the touch helplessly.
Cloud sighed and pulled his son closer, giving into temptation and wrapping his arms around his son’s slim body. The path down into sin. Such a wonderful, soft… body… “I won’t judge. I promise.”
“You promise?” Reno quested, young voice trembling.
“I promise.”
“You won’t disown me? You won’t beat me with a wooden pole?”
Cloud chuckled. “No. I promise I won’t. No matter what it is.”
Reno nodded against his father’s shoulder. He smelt like hair gel and deodorant. The sweet smell of young life. And that tingle of Reno’s own smell. The one that he’d been born with. It made Cloud bite his lip and fight not to throw his delicate little son down on the bed and… no. No. No. No.
He pushed Reno away, lest the boy notice the thoughts going southward. That would be impossible to explain. “Now talk, young man.”
“I… I think….” Reno started and then stopped.
“Sometimes I wonder if that’s true…” Cloud prompted.
“That… that… I… am…”
“Hmm?”
“G-g-g-g-g-gay.” It was almost like a record on repeat- only not quite as clear. Reno squeezed the word out of his mouth like it was some impossibly long foreign language.
Cloud was pretty sure that his insides all liquefied and that his brain turned so completely smutty that he was pretty sure he didn’t just say, “Oh, is that all?” but something more along the lines of ‘alright get on the bed and spread’em for daddy.’ From Reno’s expression, however, he had, indeed managed to go with the less sinful of the two responses.
Reno nodded his head dumbly.
“What makes you think that?”
“Uhm… uhm…” Reno bit his lip and went to his bed. “Because… I was surfing the net the other day and… I found a story about gay men…”
“And it turned you on?” Cloud echoed his son in biting his lip, but he was sure it was mostly because his thoughts were now very rarely reaching his brain and all traveling to Australia where they- and they’re controlling associated body parts- were having a picnic lunch.
Reno nodded.
“It’s normal to be turned on by reading about intimate situations.” Cloud lied. He had no idea if that was true or not. It better have been- he was telling his son it was.
“No but… then it got me to thinking. Why don’t I like porno? All my friends have lots of it. But if they send me any through chat I always delete it.”
That was a problem. “But that’s all pornography I gather.”
Reno shook his head guiltily. “No. I had a look for some gay pornography and… and I couldn’t stop looking.”
“I see.” And then, ‘get on the bed and I’ll show you some real pornography, boy.’ But that was not what a father would say.
“You do?”
Cloud shrugged. “I could get mad and beat you about the ears- I could disown you or kick you out onto the streets. But that’s not productive and then I’d just be a lonely, grumpy old man.”
“Oh.” Reno was full of good comebacks today.
“Alright. Well if that’s it, you can change in private and I’ll go and order some pizza for dinner. Supreme?”
“What, now you don’t want to see me change?” Reno spoke, brain obviously disconnected from his mouth.
Cloud’s brain also disconnected. “If you’re going to throw a tantrum about it- then no. I’ll stay if you want me too.”
Reno’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “Well maybe I do!”
“Okay.” And Cloud sat down, and stared at his child.
Reno’s ears turned pink again. “Uhm… uhm…”
“What?”
“Pineapple meatlovers.” And he grabbed his fresh shirt and fled to the bathroom.
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“Dad… this is Rude.”
The words were almost a cliché of their own. The man was bald and wearing a biker jacket- everything after that was just another notch on the belt. He was almost taller than Cloud and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of shades. He wore biker gloves and had a smirk on his face that showed a complete hatred of authority.
Cloud had just gotten in the door- it was a Friday night and he was completely exhausted.
And then there was Reno’s boyfriend- sitting at Cloud’s table like he… like he would even be worthy of touching Reno’s body.
Cloud broke out the vodka. “I see.”
Rude had taken his precious son to a tattoo parlour. If they had of seen each other all week, Cloud would have known this.
“So you had your cheeks tattooed?” Cloud finally managed after the first few shots. The food- meat and three vege- was tasteless.
Reno nodded, watching his father closely. “You don’t mind?”
Well it was too early to tell. In about five more drinks- maybe then he’d decide if he minded or not. “No. You’re a growing boy.” The heavy emphasis was placed on boy as Rude didn’t look like a fifteen year old high-school kid.
He looked very much like an older man.
“Your son is quite mature.” Rude said poetically. “He didn’t scream once.”
Cloud drained another shot and masticated on a piece of sausage in a vain effort not to speak his desire to rip this… this…this… man to shreds. “No. He wouldn’t.”
“Rude is taking me to his apartment next week.” Reno spoke up. He was starting to pick up on the vibe that was rolling off his father.
“What did you say your job was again?” Cloud asked. He was a few shots closer to minding about the tattoos.
“I’m a hairdresser.”
A mere hairdresser thought he could even breathe on Cloud’s precious child? “No! No! No!”
“Uhm… dad?” Reno’s big green eyes were wide with shock
That had been spoken aloud.
“Is there a problem with us?” Rude asked.
“No. There’s a problem with you.” Cloud frowned as he spoke and leveled a finger at the man who was mostly taller than him. Another shot of vodka and he wasn’t that much taller.
Rude’s eyes probably narrowed behind his sunglasses and Reno bristled- it seemed that his father was failing the tolerance check.
“You’re twice my son’s age. You have rushed him into a decision to get his face tattooed and you’re playing footsies with him under the table while in his parents house for the first time! Do you have any sort of honorable intentions? My son is a top-grade student- and…” He paused the frown at Reno’s squeaking outbursts of sound, “you’re simply not good enough for him!”
Reno’s squeaks turned into shouts and yells. “I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! YOU REALLY CAN’T HANDLE IT!” And he threw his fork down and ran for his bedroom.
The hairdresser moved to go after him but Cloud’s fist hit the table. “No! Get out of my house and leave my son alone! I’ll not have him used by a bald man cutting other people’s hair!”
Maybe it was the vodka on his breath- maybe it was the darkening of his stormy blue eyes- or maybe Rude just wasn’t as tough as he looked- but the man got out as quickly as he could.
Cloud slammed and locked the front door. Ignored the half-eaten dinner plates and went to the kitchen to pour himself some water.
He wasn’t going up to talk to his son drunk.
After three glasses his head felt a little more attached.
He took the stairs slowly and knocked on his son’s door.
“Fuck off.” Came the unusually vulgar response.
Cloud forced visions of his son tied to a chair and begging for more out of his brain and opened the door anyway. “This isn’t about me being intolerant.”
“Oh really? It sure looks that way to me.” Reno hissed out. He was lying flat on his back on the bed, viscously flipping through a magazine.
“That’s because you’re seeing everything as an attack. Stop hyperventilating for a moment.”
“Says the drunk man!”
Cloud slammed the door behind him and marched over to the bed. “I’m drunk because I came home to an unsavory man lecherously grinning at my son’s ass while we tried to have dinner. I’m drunk because you went out and got your face tattooed without thinking it through! I’m drunk because I knew that you would take this all and sit on a fucking pedestal about it.”
Reno went deathly silent. His father never swore.
“He wasn’t worth your attention!”
“Is that it? Is that what the excuse is going to be? That he’s not ‘worthy of me’? Is that what you’re going to use every time I bring someone home?”
Cloud’s eyes narrowed and he straddled his son, slapping the boy’s hands out of the way and kissing him. Kissing the stupid little boy like he was kissing a woman. Like he was looking the devil in the face and offering to pay his taxes. Like he couldn’t help it.
The worst thing was, his son was kissing him back, like a pent up lion- like a boy that wanted what he was being offered.
The sweet, soft tongue against his own, the softness of those lips, the gentleness of the skin that he pressed against. Sinful, sinful, sinful.
“None of them are good enough for you.” He whispered, somehow pulling back, somehow releasing that perfect little mouth.
And the boy just lay there, saying nothing, speaking no words.
It should have just been a perverted lesson. It should have just… oh, a million things should have happened then. A million things that didn’t happen.
Cloud pressed his mouth back down against his son’s and felt those lips open to his invasion. He felt that slim body melt against his, felt himself- almost dreamlike- pressing his chest to his son’s chest.
And Reno was clumsy and over-eager. He could taste it in the way his son thrust his tongue against his father’s mouth. But he slowed the boy down, proved that he wasn’t going to stop kissing him by not stopping. He slowly and eventually let Reno’s hands go and cupped that soft chin and sweet face, as though Reno were a cup and Cloud intended to drink every last drop.
And Reno finally couldn’t take it any longer and slid his hand across his father’s stomach.
It should have woken Cloud up. Should have made him stop. But how can you stop once you’ve started something so sinful? How can you just -stop-?
His hands were eager. His hands were clumsy. He pulled his son’s shirt over his head and trapped the boy’s hands under the cloth. He kissed his way down his son’s body like he had when Reno was a baby. Soft, gentle kisses that worshipped this sculptured flesh.
“Daddy…” Reno gasped out.
And he was sick. He was perverted. He was wrong. Because he just… he just kept going. He undid the belt slowly, dark eyes watching his son’s face, lips softly touching the boy’s navel in a collection of gentle, butterfly light kisses.
“I’m so dirty, Daddy.” Reno choked out.
Cloud shook his head and pulled the zipper of his son’s pants down, he popped the buttons of the neat blue underwear and coaxed his son’s burning flesh out of it’s hiding place.
“No you’re not. You’re more beautiful than words.” Cloud heard himself whisper, right before he took the boy’s penis into his mouth. The soft, taunt flesh so smooth and silky inside his lips, throbbing with need and desire.
Reno thrashed about on the bed like a hyena. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
It wasn’t really deep throating to take the whole thing into his mouth, Reno was still growing and he hadn’t quite gotten that impressive in this department. Cloud found his face buried in his son’s crotch, soft, dark pubic hairs brushing against his nose.
He should have woken up then. Should have woken the hell up.
But he didn’t. And the boy smelt like his mother and… and… something so childish- like Reno. Like the exquisite, violated angel gasping and moaning under his body.
“Ohhh! Daddy! Ohhh!”
It brought tears to his eyes- trying not to, but unable to stop, unable to just stop and leave the room.
And the shallow, quick thrusts as his boy fucked his mouth deliciously. And then the white cream that spilled everywhere, without warning, filling up his gums and dampening his tastebuds.
“Daddy!” Reno’s voice shouted in prayer.
Cloud pulled back, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Oh God… I’m sorry… I didn’t… I didn’t…”
Reno’s clumsy little mouth against his, eager to taste himself on his father’s lips, pressing his revealed body closer to his father’s.
“Do me.”
~Owari.
Sweet notes: I’m eerily pleased with this one- I don’t have the heart to make it a full lemon- I’m too ascared to do that. But… erkle. >.< I do NOT condone incest- it is absolutely disgusting! And… and damn… I feel dirty.
Author: Sweetdeily
Pairing: Cloud/Reno
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7.
Theme: 3. Path of Sin
Rating: NC-17, incest, lime, swearing, AU. (Rude/Reno implied)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
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Young Pain.
~By Sweetdeily.
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He can’t understand why his son hates him.
The other parents talk about it as the terrible teens. The time when children reach out and try to desperately assert their own identity in the rush and flow of the currents that are life. The P & C meetings shed little light. The boy does well at school, in all his subjects- he has friends and he has a good reputation on the playground.
He’s already dropping in his resume to pick up a part-time job. And there’s rumors of a girlfriend.
But he hates his father.
Cloud tries. He tries as hard as he can to provide a roof over Reno’s head and four square meals. He works late some days and doesn’t get home until almost midnight- so they don’t always see each other on weekdays- but there’s the weekends. There’s always the weekends. Sports tryouts and birthday parties- art museum visits and help with homework- late afternoon sleep-ins and watching football all day. Fishing.
All the things that spell out quality time. So why does Reno hate his father?
Cloud rests his chin in his hands, frowning at his son’s email. He’d been worried- naturally so, because the boy had stopped talking to him lately. Had withdrawn from his father and kept shooting him dirty looks.
The email clarified what Cloud had suspected.
The terrible, unreasonable teens had set in.
Was it a matter of pocket money? Was Cloud not ‘hip’ enough? Did he miss an important date? Was it because he’d dropped Reno off late to school last week?
He hadn’t the faintest clue and it gave him a headache trying to think of any of the reasons. He loved his son- he loved him too much, he knew. He left it alone- that he wasn’t remarrying because of his son- he left it well alone.
His dear wife and the weak heart. But he had thought that they’d made up for that.
So why? Why? Why? Why?
The front door creaked open and Cloud quickly and guilty closed his son’s laptop and took up a pen from the boy’s desk.
“Home already?” He called out.
“What are you doing in my room?” Reno grunted, walking in and dumping his school bag on his freshly made bed. He’d spiked his lovely red hair up in a jungle of droopy, cute little spikes.
“Looking for a pen- thought I’d search your sock drawers for cocaine.” Cloud joked. The joke didn’t work.
Reno’s pouting mouth pinched tightly and he frowned. “Is that how much trust you have in me?”
Cloud rolled his eyes and stood, twirling the pen in his hand. “It was just a joke, kiddo.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Reno huffed, he began methodically taking his books out of his school bag and sorting them into a homework and no homework pile. “What are -you- doing home anyway? Don’t you have work?”
Cloud smiled and coughed dramatically. “I’m dead. I couldn’t get out of bed this morning.”
“Oh.” Came the reply. “Guess you’re just getting old.”
Cloud frowned in an attempt to hide his smile- it wasn’t good to encourage smart-ass remarks. “Maybe.”
Reno stopped unpacking and looked at his father. “Why are you still in my room?” And he sounded very much like a teenage girl when he said that.
“I’m just talking to the monster I’ve been told lives in here.”
Reno’s pout was back. He was doing that more and more lately, ever since last summer holiday. It had to be a puberty thing- Cloud had noticed the soiled sheets hastily hidden in his washing but smartly said nothing. Fourteen year olds were touchy- it seemed. “So you think I’m a monster?”
Cloud groaned and patted the boy on the shoulder. He wanted desperately to hug him and whisper sweetly into his son’s ear that he was just joking. But no… that was a dangerous path. Too dangerous. Too evil. He was a father- not a cruel man. Too much love was a sin. “I think your hair is having a monstrous day.”
Reno frowned even more. “Do you want to get out now?”
“Why?”
“So I can change.”
Cloud raised an eyebrow. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, kiddo.”
Reno was pink around the ears now. “Please, dad, just get out.”
Cloud bit his lip. Confrontation. “Why are you so hostile these days?”
“I’m not hostile.” Reno had turned and was obviously searching for something in his bag. “I just want to change. My shirt’s all sweaty.”
“You’re avoiding me. You’re acting like I’ve done something awful- please, Reno, what is it that’s bothering you?”
“I want to change- can we talk about this later?” Reno shot out, his whole face was pinking now. He slinked to his closet and pulled out a neatly folded shirt.
“No!” Cloud found his voice was louder and angrier than it should have be and he quickly lowered his tone. “We’ll talk about this now! What is it? Is it a girl?”
Reno jumped at his father’s outburst, all but scuttling behind his closet door. “No!”
“No it’s not a girl?” Cloud managed, closing the door to the room and turning on his son.
“No it’s not a girl, dad!” Reno squeaked.
“Then what is it?”
“I…” Reno’s mouth moved like a fish for a few moments while he stuttered over the words he was trying to say before the red-head finally gave up.
“You what?”
“I can’t say!”
“Why not?” Cloud’s voice was angry again, he fought to drag it back down to a civil tone, but it wasn’t working.
“Because it’ll get me into trouble!” Reno shot back.
“Have you done something illegal?” That would be a relief.
“No!”
“Then why will it get you into trouble?” He was getting sick of the twenty-questions game.
“B-b-because…I…” And there was that fish impression again while Reno struggled to say what he wanted to say and some part of him kept it back.
Cloud felt the anger leak away and he stepped closer, gently placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Please, Reno. I love you so much. Tell me what’s bothering you. That way we can work through it together.”
“I… I’ll be in so much trouble.” Reno whispered, leaning toward the touch helplessly.
Cloud sighed and pulled his son closer, giving into temptation and wrapping his arms around his son’s slim body. The path down into sin. Such a wonderful, soft… body… “I won’t judge. I promise.”
“You promise?” Reno quested, young voice trembling.
“I promise.”
“You won’t disown me? You won’t beat me with a wooden pole?”
Cloud chuckled. “No. I promise I won’t. No matter what it is.”
Reno nodded against his father’s shoulder. He smelt like hair gel and deodorant. The sweet smell of young life. And that tingle of Reno’s own smell. The one that he’d been born with. It made Cloud bite his lip and fight not to throw his delicate little son down on the bed and… no. No. No. No.
He pushed Reno away, lest the boy notice the thoughts going southward. That would be impossible to explain. “Now talk, young man.”
“I… I think….” Reno started and then stopped.
“Sometimes I wonder if that’s true…” Cloud prompted.
“That… that… I… am…”
“Hmm?”
“G-g-g-g-g-gay.” It was almost like a record on repeat- only not quite as clear. Reno squeezed the word out of his mouth like it was some impossibly long foreign language.
Cloud was pretty sure that his insides all liquefied and that his brain turned so completely smutty that he was pretty sure he didn’t just say, “Oh, is that all?” but something more along the lines of ‘alright get on the bed and spread’em for daddy.’ From Reno’s expression, however, he had, indeed managed to go with the less sinful of the two responses.
Reno nodded his head dumbly.
“What makes you think that?”
“Uhm… uhm…” Reno bit his lip and went to his bed. “Because… I was surfing the net the other day and… I found a story about gay men…”
“And it turned you on?” Cloud echoed his son in biting his lip, but he was sure it was mostly because his thoughts were now very rarely reaching his brain and all traveling to Australia where they- and they’re controlling associated body parts- were having a picnic lunch.
Reno nodded.
“It’s normal to be turned on by reading about intimate situations.” Cloud lied. He had no idea if that was true or not. It better have been- he was telling his son it was.
“No but… then it got me to thinking. Why don’t I like porno? All my friends have lots of it. But if they send me any through chat I always delete it.”
That was a problem. “But that’s all pornography I gather.”
Reno shook his head guiltily. “No. I had a look for some gay pornography and… and I couldn’t stop looking.”
“I see.” And then, ‘get on the bed and I’ll show you some real pornography, boy.’ But that was not what a father would say.
“You do?”
Cloud shrugged. “I could get mad and beat you about the ears- I could disown you or kick you out onto the streets. But that’s not productive and then I’d just be a lonely, grumpy old man.”
“Oh.” Reno was full of good comebacks today.
“Alright. Well if that’s it, you can change in private and I’ll go and order some pizza for dinner. Supreme?”
“What, now you don’t want to see me change?” Reno spoke, brain obviously disconnected from his mouth.
Cloud’s brain also disconnected. “If you’re going to throw a tantrum about it- then no. I’ll stay if you want me too.”
Reno’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “Well maybe I do!”
“Okay.” And Cloud sat down, and stared at his child.
Reno’s ears turned pink again. “Uhm… uhm…”
“What?”
“Pineapple meatlovers.” And he grabbed his fresh shirt and fled to the bathroom.
~
“Dad… this is Rude.”
The words were almost a cliché of their own. The man was bald and wearing a biker jacket- everything after that was just another notch on the belt. He was almost taller than Cloud and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of shades. He wore biker gloves and had a smirk on his face that showed a complete hatred of authority.
Cloud had just gotten in the door- it was a Friday night and he was completely exhausted.
And then there was Reno’s boyfriend- sitting at Cloud’s table like he… like he would even be worthy of touching Reno’s body.
Cloud broke out the vodka. “I see.”
Rude had taken his precious son to a tattoo parlour. If they had of seen each other all week, Cloud would have known this.
“So you had your cheeks tattooed?” Cloud finally managed after the first few shots. The food- meat and three vege- was tasteless.
Reno nodded, watching his father closely. “You don’t mind?”
Well it was too early to tell. In about five more drinks- maybe then he’d decide if he minded or not. “No. You’re a growing boy.” The heavy emphasis was placed on boy as Rude didn’t look like a fifteen year old high-school kid.
He looked very much like an older man.
“Your son is quite mature.” Rude said poetically. “He didn’t scream once.”
Cloud drained another shot and masticated on a piece of sausage in a vain effort not to speak his desire to rip this… this…this… man to shreds. “No. He wouldn’t.”
“Rude is taking me to his apartment next week.” Reno spoke up. He was starting to pick up on the vibe that was rolling off his father.
“What did you say your job was again?” Cloud asked. He was a few shots closer to minding about the tattoos.
“I’m a hairdresser.”
A mere hairdresser thought he could even breathe on Cloud’s precious child? “No! No! No!”
“Uhm… dad?” Reno’s big green eyes were wide with shock
That had been spoken aloud.
“Is there a problem with us?” Rude asked.
“No. There’s a problem with you.” Cloud frowned as he spoke and leveled a finger at the man who was mostly taller than him. Another shot of vodka and he wasn’t that much taller.
Rude’s eyes probably narrowed behind his sunglasses and Reno bristled- it seemed that his father was failing the tolerance check.
“You’re twice my son’s age. You have rushed him into a decision to get his face tattooed and you’re playing footsies with him under the table while in his parents house for the first time! Do you have any sort of honorable intentions? My son is a top-grade student- and…” He paused the frown at Reno’s squeaking outbursts of sound, “you’re simply not good enough for him!”
Reno’s squeaks turned into shouts and yells. “I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! YOU REALLY CAN’T HANDLE IT!” And he threw his fork down and ran for his bedroom.
The hairdresser moved to go after him but Cloud’s fist hit the table. “No! Get out of my house and leave my son alone! I’ll not have him used by a bald man cutting other people’s hair!”
Maybe it was the vodka on his breath- maybe it was the darkening of his stormy blue eyes- or maybe Rude just wasn’t as tough as he looked- but the man got out as quickly as he could.
Cloud slammed and locked the front door. Ignored the half-eaten dinner plates and went to the kitchen to pour himself some water.
He wasn’t going up to talk to his son drunk.
After three glasses his head felt a little more attached.
He took the stairs slowly and knocked on his son’s door.
“Fuck off.” Came the unusually vulgar response.
Cloud forced visions of his son tied to a chair and begging for more out of his brain and opened the door anyway. “This isn’t about me being intolerant.”
“Oh really? It sure looks that way to me.” Reno hissed out. He was lying flat on his back on the bed, viscously flipping through a magazine.
“That’s because you’re seeing everything as an attack. Stop hyperventilating for a moment.”
“Says the drunk man!”
Cloud slammed the door behind him and marched over to the bed. “I’m drunk because I came home to an unsavory man lecherously grinning at my son’s ass while we tried to have dinner. I’m drunk because you went out and got your face tattooed without thinking it through! I’m drunk because I knew that you would take this all and sit on a fucking pedestal about it.”
Reno went deathly silent. His father never swore.
“He wasn’t worth your attention!”
“Is that it? Is that what the excuse is going to be? That he’s not ‘worthy of me’? Is that what you’re going to use every time I bring someone home?”
Cloud’s eyes narrowed and he straddled his son, slapping the boy’s hands out of the way and kissing him. Kissing the stupid little boy like he was kissing a woman. Like he was looking the devil in the face and offering to pay his taxes. Like he couldn’t help it.
The worst thing was, his son was kissing him back, like a pent up lion- like a boy that wanted what he was being offered.
The sweet, soft tongue against his own, the softness of those lips, the gentleness of the skin that he pressed against. Sinful, sinful, sinful.
“None of them are good enough for you.” He whispered, somehow pulling back, somehow releasing that perfect little mouth.
And the boy just lay there, saying nothing, speaking no words.
It should have just been a perverted lesson. It should have just… oh, a million things should have happened then. A million things that didn’t happen.
Cloud pressed his mouth back down against his son’s and felt those lips open to his invasion. He felt that slim body melt against his, felt himself- almost dreamlike- pressing his chest to his son’s chest.
And Reno was clumsy and over-eager. He could taste it in the way his son thrust his tongue against his father’s mouth. But he slowed the boy down, proved that he wasn’t going to stop kissing him by not stopping. He slowly and eventually let Reno’s hands go and cupped that soft chin and sweet face, as though Reno were a cup and Cloud intended to drink every last drop.
And Reno finally couldn’t take it any longer and slid his hand across his father’s stomach.
It should have woken Cloud up. Should have made him stop. But how can you stop once you’ve started something so sinful? How can you just -stop-?
His hands were eager. His hands were clumsy. He pulled his son’s shirt over his head and trapped the boy’s hands under the cloth. He kissed his way down his son’s body like he had when Reno was a baby. Soft, gentle kisses that worshipped this sculptured flesh.
“Daddy…” Reno gasped out.
And he was sick. He was perverted. He was wrong. Because he just… he just kept going. He undid the belt slowly, dark eyes watching his son’s face, lips softly touching the boy’s navel in a collection of gentle, butterfly light kisses.
“I’m so dirty, Daddy.” Reno choked out.
Cloud shook his head and pulled the zipper of his son’s pants down, he popped the buttons of the neat blue underwear and coaxed his son’s burning flesh out of it’s hiding place.
“No you’re not. You’re more beautiful than words.” Cloud heard himself whisper, right before he took the boy’s penis into his mouth. The soft, taunt flesh so smooth and silky inside his lips, throbbing with need and desire.
Reno thrashed about on the bed like a hyena. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
It wasn’t really deep throating to take the whole thing into his mouth, Reno was still growing and he hadn’t quite gotten that impressive in this department. Cloud found his face buried in his son’s crotch, soft, dark pubic hairs brushing against his nose.
He should have woken up then. Should have woken the hell up.
But he didn’t. And the boy smelt like his mother and… and… something so childish- like Reno. Like the exquisite, violated angel gasping and moaning under his body.
“Ohhh! Daddy! Ohhh!”
It brought tears to his eyes- trying not to, but unable to stop, unable to just stop and leave the room.
And the shallow, quick thrusts as his boy fucked his mouth deliciously. And then the white cream that spilled everywhere, without warning, filling up his gums and dampening his tastebuds.
“Daddy!” Reno’s voice shouted in prayer.
Cloud pulled back, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Oh God… I’m sorry… I didn’t… I didn’t…”
Reno’s clumsy little mouth against his, eager to taste himself on his father’s lips, pressing his revealed body closer to his father’s.
“Do me.”
~Owari.
Sweet notes: I’m eerily pleased with this one- I don’t have the heart to make it a full lemon- I’m too ascared to do that. But… erkle. >.< I do NOT condone incest- it is absolutely disgusting! And… and damn… I feel dirty.