Photography (R, Final Fantasy VII)
Title: Photography
Author: flecksofpoppy
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters/Pairings: Reno/Rude
Rating: R
Spoilers/Warnings: Smut.
Summary: Smut. Uhh... seven drabble? IDEK.
Rude's taken up photography since the end of the world. He likes capturing moments as they appear; something satisfying about evidence, about how obstinate photos are against words. Words are like water now, currents that try to push toward something, but only with persuasion. Permission, really.
"Want to take my photo, partner?" Reno asks, his hand behind his head in the mock pose of a model, grinning, the smoke of his cigarette wafting up behind him like a signal.
Reno's positioned between trees there, on the outskirts of Edge, red hair like fire against the foliage.
"Sure," he says, expressionless.
***
There's nothing green here, no trees, no grass, no wilderness, no buildings.
No words.
Just Reno, his back arched, lying on the bed with a sly expression and a cigarette between his lips, spitting smoke.
"Take it," he says, "snap me."
Rude does. He snaps a photo, and snaps another, and keeps going until Reno's legs are spread for him and he's thrusting his hips up like a porn star, all grinning and exhaling.
"Does the smoke look blue on film?" he asks. "My cigarette? Do I look hot?"
Rude laughs lowly. "Sure," he says, the flash going off again.
***
This camera is different.
Reno's insisted on it, insisted on Rude's position, the angle of the sunlight, the daytime hour.
"It'll look so good," he gasps, kissing at Rude's neck. "Remember, when Midgar used to have that fucked up glow...like mako...?"
"Yeah," Rude growls, thrusting his hips forward, "tell me."
Reno groans slightly, his arms wrapping around Rude's naked shoulders. "Is it filming? Will I be able to see myself?"
"Maybe," Rude whispers, worming his fingers down between Reno's legs to touch him. "Oh god..."
"You like it?" Reno asks, no longer joking, something raw in his voice.
"It's filming."
***
"Show me the photos."
"No."
"Why the fuck not?"
"They came out overexposed."
"No such thing, you fuckin' asshole. Stop fucking with me."
"Well, there are the videos."
"So show me those."
"No."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Why do you want to see?"
"Because it's hot, you little pussy."
Rude gives in. He puts it on, and watches himself fuck Reno, his cock moving in and out as Reno spreads his legs.
"That looks good," he murmurs, watching in fascination.
"You liked it?" Rude asks.
Reno looks at him and stubs out his cigarette.
"Fuck you," is all he says.
***
You been to the Bee?
Girls, so nice, nice legs, nice pussy, just so good you could scream.
"Scream, you fucking pussy."
Tears.
"Just scream for me."
The first time Reno had killed someone with prolonged agony, he had cried as he smoked.
"Not like I'm a pussy," he's rasped, not really weeping so much as coughing. "Just...you know, what the fuck."
"Pain means information."
"Yeah, well, sure. I'm a fuckin' simpleton. Don't how to do nothin' but fuck and kill."
Rude laughs a bit. Partners for only a year.
"Ever had your photo taken?"
"No."
"Stand still, fuckin' pussy."
***
"Don't."
"Stop."
"There's no film left," Reno breathes. "Why the fuck are we doing this?"
Rude doesn't answer, kisses down Reno's throat, his collar bones; catches his hand when he moves to hit Rude right in the solar plexus. Rude catches his fist easily.
It's not documented; it's not fact.
"Don't cry."
"Fuck you," Reno rasps.
"You did the first time."
"I did not."
"You did," Rude says quietly, kissing at Reno's shoulder. He's naked on the bed in Healen.
"Did not, you stupid fuck."
"I broke the fuckin' camera," Rude replies.
"Shit," Reno says, a grin in his voice.
***
"Oh god."
It's religious almost.
"Oh god."
"Yes, yes..."
"Is it filming?"
"No, you dumb fuck." Kisses, lips, no memories.
"Fuck me harder, fucker."
"Eloquent."
"Fuck you, you bald douche bag. You don't even know what that word means."
"Eloquent, asshole."
"Oh god, oh god..."
"Come for me. Oh god, Reno, come for me right the fuck now..."
Reno's hips twitch; Rude gasps.
"Yes, yes, like that."
"You fuckin' whore."
"Yeah." Fingers stroking through the fury. "Yeah, just like that."
"I want the photos."
Kissing; touching; fuck you Rude, fuck you.
Trees, and solitude, and oh god, yes Rude, yes.
Author: flecksofpoppy
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters/Pairings: Reno/Rude
Rating: R
Spoilers/Warnings: Smut.
Summary: Smut. Uhh... seven drabble? IDEK.
Rude's taken up photography since the end of the world. He likes capturing moments as they appear; something satisfying about evidence, about how obstinate photos are against words. Words are like water now, currents that try to push toward something, but only with persuasion. Permission, really.
"Want to take my photo, partner?" Reno asks, his hand behind his head in the mock pose of a model, grinning, the smoke of his cigarette wafting up behind him like a signal.
Reno's positioned between trees there, on the outskirts of Edge, red hair like fire against the foliage.
"Sure," he says, expressionless.
***
There's nothing green here, no trees, no grass, no wilderness, no buildings.
No words.
Just Reno, his back arched, lying on the bed with a sly expression and a cigarette between his lips, spitting smoke.
"Take it," he says, "snap me."
Rude does. He snaps a photo, and snaps another, and keeps going until Reno's legs are spread for him and he's thrusting his hips up like a porn star, all grinning and exhaling.
"Does the smoke look blue on film?" he asks. "My cigarette? Do I look hot?"
Rude laughs lowly. "Sure," he says, the flash going off again.
***
This camera is different.
Reno's insisted on it, insisted on Rude's position, the angle of the sunlight, the daytime hour.
"It'll look so good," he gasps, kissing at Rude's neck. "Remember, when Midgar used to have that fucked up glow...like mako...?"
"Yeah," Rude growls, thrusting his hips forward, "tell me."
Reno groans slightly, his arms wrapping around Rude's naked shoulders. "Is it filming? Will I be able to see myself?"
"Maybe," Rude whispers, worming his fingers down between Reno's legs to touch him. "Oh god..."
"You like it?" Reno asks, no longer joking, something raw in his voice.
"It's filming."
***
"Show me the photos."
"No."
"Why the fuck not?"
"They came out overexposed."
"No such thing, you fuckin' asshole. Stop fucking with me."
"Well, there are the videos."
"So show me those."
"No."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Why do you want to see?"
"Because it's hot, you little pussy."
Rude gives in. He puts it on, and watches himself fuck Reno, his cock moving in and out as Reno spreads his legs.
"That looks good," he murmurs, watching in fascination.
"You liked it?" Rude asks.
Reno looks at him and stubs out his cigarette.
"Fuck you," is all he says.
***
You been to the Bee?
Girls, so nice, nice legs, nice pussy, just so good you could scream.
"Scream, you fucking pussy."
Tears.
"Just scream for me."
The first time Reno had killed someone with prolonged agony, he had cried as he smoked.
"Not like I'm a pussy," he's rasped, not really weeping so much as coughing. "Just...you know, what the fuck."
"Pain means information."
"Yeah, well, sure. I'm a fuckin' simpleton. Don't how to do nothin' but fuck and kill."
Rude laughs a bit. Partners for only a year.
"Ever had your photo taken?"
"No."
"Stand still, fuckin' pussy."
***
"Don't."
"Stop."
"There's no film left," Reno breathes. "Why the fuck are we doing this?"
Rude doesn't answer, kisses down Reno's throat, his collar bones; catches his hand when he moves to hit Rude right in the solar plexus. Rude catches his fist easily.
It's not documented; it's not fact.
"Don't cry."
"Fuck you," Reno rasps.
"You did the first time."
"I did not."
"You did," Rude says quietly, kissing at Reno's shoulder. He's naked on the bed in Healen.
"Did not, you stupid fuck."
"I broke the fuckin' camera," Rude replies.
"Shit," Reno says, a grin in his voice.
***
"Oh god."
It's religious almost.
"Oh god."
"Yes, yes..."
"Is it filming?"
"No, you dumb fuck." Kisses, lips, no memories.
"Fuck me harder, fucker."
"Eloquent."
"Fuck you, you bald douche bag. You don't even know what that word means."
"Eloquent, asshole."
"Oh god, oh god..."
"Come for me. Oh god, Reno, come for me right the fuck now..."
Reno's hips twitch; Rude gasps.
"Yes, yes, like that."
"You fuckin' whore."
"Yeah." Fingers stroking through the fury. "Yeah, just like that."
"I want the photos."
Kissing; touching; fuck you Rude, fuck you.
Trees, and solitude, and oh god, yes Rude, yes.