Reno hadn’t been quite himself these past several days either, not since the worst fear virus. It seemed to dig up certain feelings that, since becoming a Turk; he pushed down so deep that he forgot he even possessed them. It also made him think about things he’d rather not dwell too hard on, such as being necessary…which was stupid really as he was obviously more necessary that someone like Michael Trinity and of course he’d been around the longest…well apart from Tseng. He couldn’t help wondering if he wasn’t just trying to convince himself now
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Brooding was one thing, but seeing Tseng down in the dumps was another thing entirely. Maybe one of the functions of that community was to show others the “what ifs” about life, or so he assumed. Hey, Reno had a kid at one point, which was pretty traumatic…but he could understand to a certain extent how the other man could become attached. Some of these things seemed a little bit shocking too, Reno would never have children which wasn’t a problem since there was no family line. He was pretty much just a no one with even less to offer, that’s why he was perfect for this sort of lifestyle. It didn’t bother him at all, not really anyway, but Reno suppressed most things so it was hard to tell. Tseng had more depth so maybe these events had more impact
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This was, of course, the problem. Tseng had never had a committed relationship before these viruses - had thought, like Reno, that such things weren't needed or wanted in his life. He preferred no strings, aware that his lifestyle didn't really lend itself to commitments.
Look at Zechs, for example. Anytime things went sideways, he was busy dealing with his own problems, while the other Turks could focus exclusively on their jobs. No attachments, that was best, and if Tseng needed to feel another's hands on his body, there was always Reno.
But what he had never realized before was how truly lonely it was. To have that kind of emotional connection snatched away like that had made him aware of a hole in his heart that he'd never even known was there.
His head jerked up and he gave an incredulous look to Reno. "No, no, I don't want Lazard - nor the Marquises, for that matter. It wouldn't work, at all." He ran a hand through his hair and slumped back in his seat. "There isn't anyone in particular, and besides I don't need or want
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Reno looked a bit skeptical at first, but he changed his tune soon enough, he was supposed to be taking Tseng’s mind off of his troubles not making him think about them even more. Unfortunately there wasn’t all that much he could do about the holes in Tseng’s life, it was the mark of a Turk. All Reno could really do was offer what he could, friendship and loyalty first and physical satisfaction from time to time. Since they were going to be alone for the next day or so the redhead could spoil the other man just a bit
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Tseng wasn't expecting the bear hug and he stiffened a little as Reno grabbed him and pulled him down. After a moment, he curled his fingers in Reno's wrinkled shirt, aware that Reno was just trying to comfort him in his own awkward way and appreciating the gesture even if it wasn't terribly effective.
He didn't even want a family. And he had no right to expect more than this. Besides, the Turks were his family. Wasn't that enough?
The gondola jerked to a stop and he looked up at Reno's words, his lips twisting wryly.
"That sounds..." He drew a deep breath and let it out, rolling his shoulders as he sat up, trying to regain his dignity. "That sounds very good."
“Yeah?” Reno said giving his fellow Turk a pat on the back while Tseng was straightening himself up. Reno too, disentangled himself and climbed to his feet grabbing both of their luggages. As he squeezed past Tseng he gave the man a meaningful smile that was different from the usual grin, “then let’s go check in, there’s so much to do and so little time
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Tseng had been here before, but unlike Reno, he didn't find the place soothing. It was loud and obnoxious, and an assault on his senses. It wasn't a place he would go on his own initiative.
On the other hand, it was extremely distracting, and forced his mind down a different track, allowing him to push his emotions to the background once again. It was oddly touching that Reno had dragged him all the way here to make him feel better - certainly Reno wouldn't get anything out of it, other than a weekend of pleasure. Despite his cynicism, Tseng didn't think that he'd done it just for a chance to screw Tseng for a weekend.
By the time they reached the hub, he found himself smiling, and he nodded. "I'm ready. This one, right?" he pointed to the Ghost Square chute. So far as he knew, the haunted inn was the only hotel of any quality in Gold Saucer.
Reno knew that this probably wasn’t Tseng’s usual scene; much like every other place Reno had dragged him along to, including bars. The other Turk seemed to tolerate it for some reason or another and he indulged Reno’s childish whims. Of course he wasn’t merely doing this for himself; he was absolutely thinking of his boss, Reno just had specific tastes. No matter who wanted to change him, for whatever reason Reno was still very much the same.
Still, when Tseng finally cracked a smile the entire excursion seemed to have a more optimistic outlook. This wouldn’t be so bad, not at all, “yup, that’d be the one right there,” Reno said with a happy lilt before trotting over towards the chute where he deposited the bags and a moment later they were gone. Turning around he offered Tseng a wink before heading in after their things, “well…geronimo.”
Tseng let Reno go first, then climbed into the chute. He hated these things with a passion - one couldn't look intimidating and dignified when you're sliding down a chute. Still, he managed to get to the bottom and straighten up, tugging on his shirt and smoothing his hair back as he looked around.
He actually didn't mind indulging Reno in his childish whims. Though he complained and sneered at much of it, when he was at a bar boggling at Reno and drinking perhaps a bit too much, he felt a little less like himself and was able to loosen up more then he otherwise would have been able to.
Perhaps that was why he was willing to follow along. "Lead the way."
Once they’d reached Ghost Square, Reno proceeded to heft their belongings over his shoulder once more. He rather enjoyed the ride; though he thought that it was unfortunate that the Gold Saucer didn’t offer to take pictures of peoples’ rides in the chutes…he would have liked to have seen Tseng’s face. Of course, it was probably fortunate for his boss and knowing Rufus, the president would probably make a thousand copies and use them for greeting cards or something
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Tseng let Reno handle the arrangements for the rooms, but he was frankly a little surprised when they reached them, looking around curiously.
"Separate beds?" he asked, glancing at Reno sidelong and giving him a smirk. "That doesn't seem like you."
He dropped his suitcase next to one of the beds and then turned towards the redhead. In a sudden gesture, he grabbed Reno's ponytail and dragged him forward into a kiss.
“I can fix that,” Reno said nudging the two beds together with his foot, “it’s just how they got all these rooms set up...like everyone’s a virgin or som
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Tseng let Reno back him against the wall, letting out a soft groan as his back hit the solid surface and Reno's tongue delved insistently into his mouth. His own tongue tangled with Reno, fighting for domination and tasting the musk of cigarettes, flavoured with cinnamon.
He had closed his eyes, and they opened as Reno withdrew. Tseng's hands were pressed against Reno's shoulderblades, and he let them slide down a little, towards the small of his back.
He smirked faintly, though there was still a shadow around his eyes. This was a distraction, but he wasn't quite distracted enough yet. "This is what we're here for, isn't it?" he murmured, and reached up to loop the short ponytail around his hand. It pulled, probably a bit painfully, though Tseng wasn't cruel.
Reno growled softly in the back of his throat as Tseng tugged on his hair, the man seemed to be in something of a masochistic mood, if the redhead wasn’t imagining things. His head arched back a little and he grinned wickedly at the other Turk. Tseng was right, part of the reason they had come to this place was to have rabid Turk sex, and of course play all of the games, eat at the restaurants, ride some of the rides…maybe practice their shooting skills too…and get their fortunes told by fakes just for fun. Mostly it was for Tseng and for the sex
( ... )
Tseng nearly yelped in an undignified way when Reno lifted him up over his shoulder. He would have struggled, but that would only have resulted in injury to their bodies as well as his pride. Thankfully Reno dumped him onto the pushed-together beds before he could really get tired of it, and a moment later they were kissing again.
The weight of Reno on top of him felt solid and real, warm and very pleasurable. Tseng generally enjoyed the dynamics of fighting for dominance, but today he let Reno molest him and didn't fight to turn them over or control the pace.
He groaned and tilted his head up, giving Reno access to his throat and ear. His fingers scraped down Reno's back, leaving light red lines behind that faded quickly, and he rocked upwards against him, his legs sliding apart to cradle Reno's body between them.
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Look at Zechs, for example. Anytime things went sideways, he was busy dealing with his own problems, while the other Turks could focus exclusively on their jobs. No attachments, that was best, and if Tseng needed to feel another's hands on his body, there was always Reno.
But what he had never realized before was how truly lonely it was. To have that kind of emotional connection snatched away like that had made him aware of a hole in his heart that he'd never even known was there.
His head jerked up and he gave an incredulous look to Reno. "No, no, I don't want Lazard - nor the Marquises, for that matter. It wouldn't work, at all." He ran a hand through his hair and slumped back in his seat. "There isn't anyone in particular, and besides I don't need or want ( ... )
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He didn't even want a family. And he had no right to expect more than this. Besides, the Turks were his family. Wasn't that enough?
The gondola jerked to a stop and he looked up at Reno's words, his lips twisting wryly.
"That sounds..." He drew a deep breath and let it out, rolling his shoulders as he sat up, trying to regain his dignity. "That sounds very good."
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On the other hand, it was extremely distracting, and forced his mind down a different track, allowing him to push his emotions to the background once again. It was oddly touching that Reno had dragged him all the way here to make him feel better - certainly Reno wouldn't get anything out of it, other than a weekend of pleasure. Despite his cynicism, Tseng didn't think that he'd done it just for a chance to screw Tseng for a weekend.
By the time they reached the hub, he found himself smiling, and he nodded. "I'm ready. This one, right?" he pointed to the Ghost Square chute. So far as he knew, the haunted inn was the only hotel of any quality in Gold Saucer.
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Still, when Tseng finally cracked a smile the entire excursion seemed to have a more optimistic outlook. This wouldn’t be so bad, not at all, “yup, that’d be the one right there,” Reno said with a happy lilt before trotting over towards the chute where he deposited the bags and a moment later they were gone. Turning around he offered Tseng a wink before heading in after their things, “well…geronimo.”
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He actually didn't mind indulging Reno in his childish whims. Though he complained and sneered at much of it, when he was at a bar boggling at Reno and drinking perhaps a bit too much, he felt a little less like himself and was able to loosen up more then he otherwise would have been able to.
Perhaps that was why he was willing to follow along. "Lead the way."
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"Separate beds?" he asked, glancing at Reno sidelong and giving him a smirk. "That doesn't seem like you."
He dropped his suitcase next to one of the beds and then turned towards the redhead. In a sudden gesture, he grabbed Reno's ponytail and dragged him forward into a kiss.
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He had closed his eyes, and they opened as Reno withdrew. Tseng's hands were pressed against Reno's shoulderblades, and he let them slide down a little, towards the small of his back.
He smirked faintly, though there was still a shadow around his eyes. This was a distraction, but he wasn't quite distracted enough yet. "This is what we're here for, isn't it?" he murmured, and reached up to loop the short ponytail around his hand. It pulled, probably a bit painfully, though Tseng wasn't cruel.
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The weight of Reno on top of him felt solid and real, warm and very pleasurable. Tseng generally enjoyed the dynamics of fighting for dominance, but today he let Reno molest him and didn't fight to turn them over or control the pace.
He groaned and tilted his head up, giving Reno access to his throat and ear. His fingers scraped down Reno's back, leaving light red lines behind that faded quickly, and he rocked upwards against him, his legs sliding apart to cradle Reno's body between them.
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