10 x Untitled by LeeskyPuddle, Rude/Reno and Reno/Cloud drabbles
I worked for quite a while on these, trying to think of ideas and trying (often failing) to write them down nicely. I hope they're sufficient enough! Anyhow, folks, I'm off on holiday very soon, so I won't be posting for a while. Not that that's anything new.
Titles: None
Author: LeeskyPuddle
Ratings: Ratings range from 12+ to 18+ for mentions of sex, language and suicide attempts
Pairings: 8 x Reno/Rude, 2 x Reno/Cloud, with implications of Reno/Tseng and Zack/Cloud/Aerith
Summaries: All very different. Some of the drabbles are almost fluffy, others downright crude.
Disclaimer: No facts in this place. Unfortunately.
Also, warnings of a horny Rude. I don't know if anyone else does, but I see Rude as pure testosterone. xD I think he works hard, fucks harder and is in general just one sexy thing with a cool facade *o*
Reno/Rude
1.
‘No.’
‘W-why not, yo?’
Rude didn’t answer and instead continued to shuffle through the snow. Up to his knees now, the white sludge soaked through his thin uniform and entered his thick boots via his socks. As the snowflakes began to fall more severely the large Turk tightened his scarf and looked back to his partner.
‘Y-y-yo,’ Reno’s lips almost matched the blue hue of his eyes; his skin had turned so pale and his hair was so drenched that it looked like he was covered in his own blood. ‘P-p-please, partn-ner.’
Rude sighed. He was reluctant to assist his companion as this was the sixth time the redhead had conveniently “forgotten” warm clothing. How would he ever learn his lesson if Rude kept giving in and warming him up?
Reno blinked pathetically, his eyes as big as saucers beneath his goggles. His whole skinny body trembled, including his chin that made his teeth chatter.
Rude sighed profoundly before scooping the other Turk’s body into an embrace. ‘This is the last time.’
‘I-I-I know,’ the thinner Turk wrapped himself around his partner happily, hands heating up under the jacket that covered Rude’s lower back, nose and bangs leaving droplets all over the warm neck. Once his teeth had stopped chattering, Reno’s face sported a big, satisfied grin.
Rude considered quitting the Turks. There was no room for softies, after all.
2.
‘Hey, hey look at this!’ Reno began running his fingers over the smooth curves of the vase, his red tattoos disappearing in its vermilion reflection.
‘Reno! Now is not the time!’ Elena barked, lifting her gun up to aim at the Wutai thug’s head. ‘What are you doing?’
Reno crouched to get a better view of the vase. It was the perfect shade of red, though a little fat.
‘Reno!’
‘Do you think it would fit on my cabinet? You know,’ the redhead held the item at arm’s length, admiring the refractions of light. ‘next to Rude’s glasses’ case?’
Elena’s eyes bugged.
3.
‘Have you ever considered growing your hair?’ Reno sat on the kitchen counter, watching Rude pour water from the kettle into two mugs.
Rude glanced at his partner, red hair scattered over thin shoulders and long legs hanging over the edge of the counter, then shook his head in disbelief.
‘What, yo? What’s wrong with the idea?’ Reno slid off the kitchen top and took one mug of coffee. ‘I think you’d suit an afro.’
Rude’s lip curved slightly as he followed the redhead into the lounge and sat beside him on the couch.
‘Well? Why not?’ Reno stretched his legs out over the larger Turk’s lap and put his free hand behind his head. ‘You’ve got the whole goatee thing going, so why not carry on?’
‘I don’t think so, Reno.’
‘Why?’
‘It takes too much work, and- unlike you- I don’t spend half my day in a mirror.’
Reno raised his eyebrows and accepted the challenge. ‘Oh, I see, yo. And shaving your head everyday doesn’t count as work? When you cover it in foam and shave it in perfect lines, so you don’t miss a spot? You are such a bloody liar. You spend longer in the mirror than I do, with your clean-shaven face and your glasses and your pristine suit-’
Rude rolled his eyes and began tickling Reno’s feet. The redhead screeched and squirmed, then promptly fell off the couch. ‘That wasn’t fair, yo! You’re such an arse.’
‘You have enough hair for the both of us, anyway.’
4.
Rude rolled his eyes. ‘I don’t count them.’
‘But you must have some idea.’
‘No.’
‘What about a guess, yo?’
‘No.’
‘Well how often a week-?’
‘It varies.’
‘In general?’
‘… Nine.’
‘Nine?’
‘That’s what I said, Reno.’
The red haired Turk finished searching through the box he held and hoisted it back onto its place on the shelf. Lighting a cigarette, he sat down on Rude’s box on the floor. ‘Is that with nine different people?’
‘Get off my box.’
‘We’re taking a break, man,’ the redhead offered the cigarette to his partner. ‘So, nine people a week or not?’
‘Not,’ Rude accepted the cigarette, but stayed standing.
‘Then how many-?’
‘Four.’
‘A week?’
‘Yes, Reno.’
‘Well I can beat that.’
‘Really.’ Rude brought the cigarette to his lips, gripping the white stick between a thick thumb and finger.
‘One a night, yo, unless I work late. And even then, twins count.’
‘Fourteen. Max.’
‘Yeah, but what about triplets? Groups?’
‘I guess. I could do that if I worked the same amount as you.’
‘I work just as much as every other Turk. Paperwork doesn’t count because it’s a waste of time. And it’s true, even you know it,’ Reno shuffled across the box to the very end, allowing the larger male to sit next to him. ‘So, on the whole, I’m a better lay than you.’
‘I disagree.’
‘Why, man?’ the redhead seized the cigarette before Rude could touch it to his lips again.
‘The amount of people you sleep with does not determine how good you are in bed.’ Rude shifted his gaze from his partner’s lips to his cold blue eyes that stared back at the frames of his glasses.
Reno grumbled and chewed his fingernails in thought. Then his eyes lit up. ‘Well …’
‘I am not going to have sex with you, Reno.’
‘I wasn’t-’
‘You were thinking it.’
‘Why-?’
‘Because you’re my work partner, not my bed partner.’
‘But-’
‘Reno.’
‘Alright, alright. What if-?’
‘No.’
‘Then how do you expect me to find out who is better in bed?’
Rude shook his head and stood up, taking the cigarette with him. He took one last puff then dropped it to the ground and crushed it beneath his boot. ‘Just forget about it.’
‘… Fine.’
Rude picked up the cigarette and placed it in the bin before straightening up and neatening his suit and tie.
‘You wanna play truth or dare?’ the redhead asked.
Rude ignored his partner and instead pushed him off the box and then picked it up.
‘You can go first, yo.’
The large Turk lifted the box up and placed it back on the shelf, dust scattering everywhere when it landed with a thud.
‘What, are you scared?’
Rude sighed. ‘I dare you to shut up and do some work.’
Reno shook his head. ‘I didn’t choose dare. I choose truth.’
‘Reno, we’re not here to play-’
‘Come on, Rude, think of something.’
‘… You’ll answer truthfully?’
‘As long as you do, too.’
‘Did you ever sleep with Scarlet?’
Reno’s jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered and grinned slyly. ‘Yeah.’
Rude’s eyebrows rose, but he said nothing; he picked up another box and rifled through its contents.
‘You’re turn, yo. And no cheating.’
‘Dare.’
‘Fuck me. Here. Now.’
5.
Rude slammed the security door closed, bullet shots reverberating in the corridor outside; some hit the enormous door but made nothing more than tiny dints. The alarm system was still sounding over the other side of the box shaped room, but Reno had dashed over to it and was in the process of disabling it. ‘Do you know the code?’ the redhead asked hopefully.
Rude grunted despondently, rolling his jaw and cracking it back into place.
‘I don’t know what it’ll do to us if the alarm goes off,’ Reno said, trying and failing to pull the cover from around the numbered buttons.
Rude slid down the wall into a sitting position, watching his partner do the work.
‘I could …’ Reno adjusted his EMR to its highest setting and then placed it on the alarm system. It blew up violently and electricity was sent down every wire connected to it, blowing the bulb above them and the radiator in one of the corners. Now in absolute darkness, Reno felt his way over to his partner and sat down close to him.
‘We’ll wait until backup arrives,’ Rude stated, lowering his shoulder so Reno could rest his head against it more comfortably. He then took his lighter from his pocket, lit it and held it close to the redhead’s face. ‘Are you hurt?’
Reno’s eyes closed and he didn’t reply, instead he thrust his inner wrist into Rude’s grip. A few severe burns adorned the skin there, and when Rude rotated Reno’s hand slightly he saw the three old scars sat alongside them. The scars ran across the veins at Reno’s wrist, thick and red and made of scar tissue. Rude had seen them before, but beneath the glow of the small flame they looked contaminating and wretched. They were the outcome of a stained past, one that Rude only knew of sketchily. If Reno spoke to him about it there were no details and no emotions. It was a long time ago. However, Rude was glad he knew anything at all; few people were allowed to delve into Reno’s secrets. Only Tseng, Rude knew, was aware of anything in depth.
Reno’s eyes were open again and the flame danced in his irises as they watched Rude, watched his line of sight and expression. Shadows fell on his thin face and as his eyebrows furrowed into a grimace at Rude’s antics, they made him look dangerous. Like the demon he was. But this was a demon Rude loved, possibly couldn’t live without.
The self-inflicted scars angered Rude no end; Reno, his Reno was driven to that madness. The fiery, bold, conceited redhead who was as alive as the flame that lit the space between them had almost been beaten by the life handed to him. It wouldn’t happen again, Rude knew. Reno had already assured him he was stronger now. Stronger with a partner.
And now Reno was a demon. Like Rude. They were death-defying, risk-taking, terror-bestowing demons. And as demons, they would survive. Together.
6.
How could someone so arrogant and pretentious cuddle after sex? It was true, Reno loved sex more than food; he loved it so much it was almost better than alcohol. He had never been dumped, never had a complaint and never- of course- kept these facts to himself. But for someone so proud, Reno snuggled Rude’s side like it was the highlight of his day.
7.
‘Well … there’ll be a load more where she came from,’ Reno said positively, laying a warm hand on Rude’s shoulder. ‘And I don’t mean from AVALANCHE, I mean-’
‘I know.’
The pair strolled in through the Shin-Ra building’s entrance and headed towards the elevator. The redhead kept his eyes on his partner, studying the stoic face for any tell-tale signs of misery. ‘What about the Shin-Ra secretaries? Some of those are hot. They even wear tights or- what do you call them? Pantyhose? You like them, right?’
Rude didn’t reply, instead focusing his attention on the descending lift.
‘Come on, man. She was no good for you, anyway. She was completely untrustworthy.’
‘I know.’
‘Besides, you are way too good for her. You need someone to worship the ground you walk on.’
‘I don’t want a stalker, Reno.’
Reno sniggered and followed his partner into the lift. ‘Well. Someone that appreciates you, I mean.’
‘I know.’
The lift took the duo up to the Turks’ floor; Reno immediately lounged on one of the sofas while Rude made a cup of coffee and a cup of hot chocolate. ‘So what’re we going to do about it, Rud-o?’
‘We?’
‘Sure. As your partner, it is part of my job to help you get laid.’
‘What if I don’t need help?’
‘If you keep going for AVALANCHE chicks you will. Two sugars please, partner.’
Rude stirred the drinks before passing Reno a hot chocolate and sitting beside him. ‘So what have you got in mind, Reno?’
‘Well …’ Reno purposely stroked his chin, looking up to the ceiling in pseudo-thought and occasionally glancing at his partner sneakily. ‘We could do it in the cleaner’s cupboard. I’ve heard it’s rather roomy.’
‘Really.’
Reno’s grin stuck to his face even as he sipped his chocolate. ‘We’ll need lots of room for what we’re doing.’
8.
‘He’s a such a gentleman,’ Elena praised. ‘He’s kind and caring and protective. You know, Reno, you should be more like him.’
Reno sneered. ‘What? Caring? I don’t think so, Elena.’
‘He held my bags for me when we went shopping with Tseng,’ the blonde placed a glass of water in front of Reno, who looked at it with disgust. ‘He’s charming.’
‘He’s not like that at all, love,’ the redhead took a swig of the water and swallowed it like it was full of thorns. ‘Rude is an arsehole, exactly like me. He just doesn’t show it as much.’
Elena 'tut'ed. ‘You’re only saying that because he’s making you drink water. But if you look at it from another perspective, he’s just trying to help you. Too much alcohol will seriously damage your health, especially in your state.’
‘My arm is hardly broken,’ Reno rocked his desk chair back onto two legs and looked around the office lazily, like he’d rather be anywhere else at that moment.
Elena scoffed. ‘Broken is broken. Rude said you weren’t concentrating properly.’
The Turk’s eyes blazed. ‘That’s because he was putting me off! He was toying with my weakness!’
I’ll make you come twice, Reno, for every bodyguard you knock down.
‘And what weakness would that be?’
I’ll let you ride me if you kill more than seven.
‘ … Couldn’t mention it in front of a lady.’
I’ll come inside you if you can get that bullet in his eye.
Reno/Cloud
1.
Tifa put down the mug she was holding and quickly unlocked Seventh Heaven’s door. In the rain stood Cloud, clothes and hair dripping. Tifa ushered him in and took the package he held.
‘The photos,’ Cloud said, stealing Tifa’s hot chocolate from the counter. ‘From the party.’
Tifa sat down next to the blonde and began sifting through the large photos. Cid and Barett dancing, Tifa and Yuffie and Elena smiling, Tseng looking away but smiling gorgeously, Rude and Reeve talking and Vincent drinking; Cloud peered over his best friend’s arm, examining the photos nonchalantly. Then Tifa uncovered the last one and she hummed happily- next to the bar, bodies facing the camera but heads turned to each other, stood Reno and Cloud. The blonde’s eyes were closed and he was beaming while Reno smiled, his nose touching the other male’s temple.
‘Don’t you both look lovely?’ Tifa commented, grinning like a maniac and collecting some drawing board pins. ‘You were smiling.’
‘I smile all the time.’ Cloud sipped the hot chocolate, unfazed.
‘But you were smiling together, and you both seemed so happy and … peaceful.’
‘Hn.’
Tifa pinned the photo up on her notice board above the bar, placing it right in the middle. She glanced at Cloud from the corner of her eye as she began to pin up the other photos around it. ‘I thought Reno looked very handsome that night. Didn’t you?’
Cloud watched the brunette suspiciously. ‘Yes, I … guess so.’
‘With that glitter under his eyes? And those skin-tight pants?’
‘Hn.’
‘He’s very photogenic.’
‘Hn.’
‘And fun.’
‘He is- used to be a killer, Tifa.’
‘You didn’t seem to mind the night of the party.’ Tifa raised an eyebrow and wiggled it suggestively.
Cloud choked on the hot chocolate. ‘I didn’t do anything with him!’
‘Of course not, Cloud.’ Tifa poured out the drawing pins onto the counter and picked the small ones from the pile.
‘I didn’t!’ Cloud insisted.
‘I know.’
‘Tifa.’
2.
The church was soaked in sunshine. The hot air rose and was washed away by a cool breeze that waved through occasionally, rocking the flowers and their leaves. Cloud sighed contentedly, shifting his body to lay on his side so he could watch the sleeping redhead and his ghostly companions. Reno fluttered his eyelids every time his hair tickled his face, thanks to a meddling Aerith. She flicked the red strands up and down, sometimes running her whole palm through the soft spikes and often touching her fingertips to the long eyelashes. Cloud watched her teasing and smiled effortlessly, before shifting his gaze to Zack who sat by the feet of the Turk. He grinned back at the blond and laughed inaudibly when Reno grumbled in his sleep and tried but failed to knock away Aerith’s airy hand. Cloud could imagine the former SOLDIER’s ringing laugh, full and jovial, now set to a faint echo that touched his ears almost like a feather would. Aerith’s giggles sounded more in his brain, as if he was imagining them.
‘Cloud, man, stop it,’ Reno yawned and sat up, then frowned at the knowing smile Cloud wore. ‘What is it, yo?’
‘Nothing.’
‘...’
‘Only …’
‘Hmm?’
‘I think they approve of you.’
‘Who?’
‘No one.’
‘You’re talking in riddles, Cloudy,’ the redhead curled up once again, this time closer to the delivery boy’s warmth. He yawned again. ‘N’stop messing with my hair.’ Distantly, as the Turk dreamt of those damn flowers, he thought he heard a ringing laugh; it was familiar, but too faint to place.
There we go, then. As always, I hope you enjoyed. Comments are love- if you can spare the time!
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