[FIC] FF7: Along the Highway
I promised carporn, didn't I?
Along the Highway
Pairing: Rufus/Reno
Rating: NC-17/MA. Oh hell, when had anything I've written for this pairing be anything less then NC-17?!
Words: 1882
Summary: “Say, Chief… This is going to be a long ride, eh?” Porn. Pure, unadulterated porn.
The door slammed, a too-loud noise in the silence of the car. Rufus wasn't surprised by the sound, for he knew that Reno did everything he does noisily, including entering and exiting a car. It was a frustrating habit that Rufus had never bothered to berate Reno for, for he did not mind. The noise was a pleasant contrast to the silence he was usually shrouded in.
A weight settled down beside him, and Rufus realized that Reno had settled down beside him. Reno’s scent, a mixture of cinnamon and musk, assaulted his nose as he turned to face the Turk. Rufus lifted a brow at the expression on Reno’s face, which seemed to be a mixture between a leer and a smirk, but those were Reno’s default expressions, he supposed.
“Say, Chief… This is going to be a long ride, eh?” Reno smirked, lifting an eyebrow at his boss.
Rufus ignored him, flipping open his briefcase as he browsed through the various papers that he had to show Reeve. WRO and Shinra were supposedly working together, with the former providing housing and basic amenities and the latter electricity and water and transport. It was mutually beneficial, and all it needed was Reeve and his signature before any work could official start.
Rufus had been serious when he told Strife of Shinra owing a debt to the world. He was not a dreamer like Reeve, and knew that the people, uprooted from Midgar, would need more than just some place to stay. While Edge was quite efficient, it’s transport systems and network of pipes and underground wires were sorely lacking. Rufus planned to change this. Meteor and Weapon had thought him to think less of the company and himself and more of the world, and in people in it, in general.
A hand dropped onto his shoulder, slowly trailing down his waist even as Rufus double-checked every piece of paper, stoically ignoring Reno. He knew that the Turk hated to be ignored, and would probably do anything to get Rufus’s attention. He was counting on that.
“Hey… boss…” The hand had landed on his thigh, and Rufus lifted his head briefly, eyeing Reno even as he played which the screen that separated the driver’ seat from the back ones. If Rufus looked beyond the redhead, he could see Rude in the driving seat, trying, and probably failing, to ignore his partner’s attempts to proposition the boss.
“It’s going to be a long, boring ride, yo.” The hand was creeping into the insides of his thighs. Rufus suppressed a smirk and nodded ever so slightly, meeting Reno’s eyes. The leer widened into a shit-eating grin, making Rufus wonder, briefly, if that was such a good idea after all.
All Rufus heard was a soft “Good” before Reno’s mouth descended on his, hot and demanding entrance. He smirked ever so slightly before bracing his arms against the Turk’s torso and pushing him off onto the floor.
“Is sex and booze all you think about, Reno?” Rufus smirked at the older man, who was staring at him in shock, as he lay sprawled upon the floor. Ducking his head, he began to place all the paperwork back into the briefcase, locking it and dropping it onto the floor. He turned his gaze to Reno, obviously waiting for an answer.
Reno shrugged, “It’s not like that’s a lot of other things to think about, boss.”
“Good.”
The smirk widened before he lunged towards Reno, pulling him up and slamming the redhead against the leather seat. Allowing himself to enjoy the look of utter shock and sudden lust in Reno’s eyes, Rufus kissed him, biting hard upon the Turk’s bottom lip as he demanded entrance into his mouth.
Reno moaned slightly, clenching his hands as a pain stung in his lip and coppery mouth touched his tongue. Rufus had always preferred it rough. Opening his mouth, he kissed back as hard, trying to regain dominance even though he knew that it would be in vain. Rufus wasn’t the President because he was known for his compliance.
The blond jerked slightly as the car moved over a speed bump, breaking the kiss. Still smirking, he turned around and pulled down the concealing screen before attacking Reno’s mouth again. His fingers weren’t idle either, busy pulling off Reno’s suit jacket, dropping it onto the floor before unbuttoning the redhead’s pants, pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor also. He was unsurprised to find no underwear. Reno, too, was undressing him with hurried fingers. It would only take an hour to reach Reeve’s office, after all.
As his mouth sucked lackadaisically on Reno’s neck, Rufus’s fingers found the lever to lower the chair, pulling it without warning and surprising a small yelp from Reno. He felt his jacket slip off slightly even as he tugged off Reno’s white dress shirt, which was, as usual, wrinkled and stained by coffee, alcohol, and a few specks of blood. He threw it backwards, hearing a soft ‘thud’ as it hit the screen and joined the pile of clothes already on the floor.
Pulling away from Reno, Rufus smirked, cocking an eyebrow as he slowly undressed, taking off his clothes slowly, folding each piece and placing them on the other seat. The Turk was staring unabashedly, panting as he leaned against his elbow, watching his boss with impatience and lust.
“Fuck, Chief, stop being such a neat freak and fuck me!”
Rufus raised an eyebrow, looking into mako-tinted green eyes as his hands traced Reno’s naked thighs, a deliberate mockery of his previous actions. Avoiding the erection the redhead was sporting, he drawled, “Oh? And what right do you have to give me orders, Turk?”
Reno glared even as he unconsciously bucked his hips towards the touch. “Damn it, boss, stop being such a goddamn tease and fuck me!”
Rufus tutted softly, reaching behind Reno to grab a bottle of lube even as his other hand continued to taunt with brief, teasing touches. “That’s not the right way to ask, Turk. Beg me for it, and I might just be generous enough to give it to you. Beg.”
The glare intensified, unwavering, unwilling to surrender. Rufus smirked, trailing a single finger down to the nest of red curls to the root of the throbbing erection. He teased, drawing the finger to follow the vein on the underside, dipping into the tip where pre-come was already leaking. He was rewarded by a harsh gasp and a hiss, but Reno still seemed unconvinced.
He traced the reddened head, covering his finger with pre-come before lifting it to his mouth, licking up every drop of the clear, bitter fluid. His eyes had never left Reno’s, holding him captive with his gaze as he drew the finger into his mouth, sucking it slowly, sensually. Reno broke.
“Fine, boss. Please. Please fuck me.” Reno grounded out through gritted teeth, his eyes following Rufus’s every moment.
“What was that? I can’t hear you…” Rufus knelt between Reno’s legs, pressing the barest tip of his tongue of the slit of Reno’s cock, lapping at the pre-come. Reno gasped, eyes clouding in lust and throwing away any bit of control he had of the situation. However, Rufus knew that he never had any in the first place.
“I said…” He took a deep breath, trying to control the sudden surge of lust, “Please fuck me, boss. Please!” The last word came out in a shout as Rufus's mouth surrounded the head of his erection, sucking slightly.
Rufus smirked, slipping his mouth from Reno’s cock as he half-stood.
“You only have to ask.”
Coating his own erection quickly, he gripped onto Reno’s hips and entered him in one quick thrust. They had never bothered with preparation, because it wasn’t as if that the two of them weren’t used to pain. And they didn’t have much time, considering that they had just entered the highway.
Rufus bit his lip, throwing his head back as heat surrounded him, tight and clenching. Vaguely, he heard Reno’s groan, but it was lost in the haze of heat and lust and adrenaline. Without waiting for permission, he began to thrust, pounding into Reno hard enough to make the car shake slightly.
“Harder, harder! God, yes! Damnit, chief, harder!” Reno’s shouts were almost incoherent as the redhead bucked his hips back towards him. Leather squealed as bare skin scraped across it, and Rufus vaguely acknowledged that he would have burns on his knees tomorrow.
Loud music suddenly intruded, a futile attempt by Rude to drown out Reno’s voice. As if to spite his partner, Reno began to shout even louder, words incoherent as the momentum of the car drove Rufus impossibly deeper within the Turk. Rufus’s mind was hazed over, his thoughts filled with nothing but the rhythm of their thrusts and the clenching heat of Reno’s muscles and the pleasure and every single movement that his Turk made. He held onto Reno’s hips almost desperately, hard enough to bruise but they both didn’t seem to care right now.
Leather upholstery tore under Reno’s fingers, the underlying foam showing even as Rufus pounded even harder into the willing body beneath him. His eyes were closed, soft moans escaping his throats as the fire in his groin grew and spread throughout his body. Cracking open an eye, he gripped Reno’s cock in one hand and began to pump him in time with the thrust. Rufus was determined not to be the first to come.
The touch seemed to be Reno’s undoing, and he came, come splattering onto his own stomach and Rufus’s hand. Consciously or unconsciously, Rufus didn’t know and didn’t care, his inner muscles clenched around Rufus, milking him as he came with a low growl into his Turk’s willing body. White surrounded his visions, even though his eyes were closed, and pleasure set fire to his nerves. He was completely unaware as the car slowed, turning away from the highway into the road to the WRO building.
After a few moments, Rufus withdrew and grabbed the box of paper napkins behind Reno and slowly wiping himself clean. He threw the box to Reno as his eyes scanned his surroundings. It seemed that they had arrived, and just in time too.
Throwing the Turk his clothes, Rufus quickly dressed himself and Reno wiped himself clean. When they were both relatively decent and dressed, the door was opened by Rude, who seemed to be steadfastly avoiding looking at both of them, although that might be up for debate due to the sunglasses the large man wore.
Reeve was waiting at the entrance, a smile on his face which turned into a knowing smirk when he took his Rufus’s rumpled hair, Reno’ extremely wrinkled clothes and Rude’s slight blush. He turned, walking into the building.
“There’s a shower in my office. I think Reno, Rufus, you had better use it before meeting with the Board…” Reeve tossed back, the smirk growing even larger as Rufus’s eyes widened slightly.
“Oh, and why should we?”
A deadpan gaze met his as they entered the elevator, and Reeve shook his head, “I don’t really think that the Board will take it well if you walk in smelling of sex, Rufus.”
End
Along the Highway
Pairing: Rufus/Reno
Rating: NC-17/MA. Oh hell, when had anything I've written for this pairing be anything less then NC-17?!
Words: 1882
Summary: “Say, Chief… This is going to be a long ride, eh?” Porn. Pure, unadulterated porn.
The door slammed, a too-loud noise in the silence of the car. Rufus wasn't surprised by the sound, for he knew that Reno did everything he does noisily, including entering and exiting a car. It was a frustrating habit that Rufus had never bothered to berate Reno for, for he did not mind. The noise was a pleasant contrast to the silence he was usually shrouded in.
A weight settled down beside him, and Rufus realized that Reno had settled down beside him. Reno’s scent, a mixture of cinnamon and musk, assaulted his nose as he turned to face the Turk. Rufus lifted a brow at the expression on Reno’s face, which seemed to be a mixture between a leer and a smirk, but those were Reno’s default expressions, he supposed.
“Say, Chief… This is going to be a long ride, eh?” Reno smirked, lifting an eyebrow at his boss.
Rufus ignored him, flipping open his briefcase as he browsed through the various papers that he had to show Reeve. WRO and Shinra were supposedly working together, with the former providing housing and basic amenities and the latter electricity and water and transport. It was mutually beneficial, and all it needed was Reeve and his signature before any work could official start.
Rufus had been serious when he told Strife of Shinra owing a debt to the world. He was not a dreamer like Reeve, and knew that the people, uprooted from Midgar, would need more than just some place to stay. While Edge was quite efficient, it’s transport systems and network of pipes and underground wires were sorely lacking. Rufus planned to change this. Meteor and Weapon had thought him to think less of the company and himself and more of the world, and in people in it, in general.
A hand dropped onto his shoulder, slowly trailing down his waist even as Rufus double-checked every piece of paper, stoically ignoring Reno. He knew that the Turk hated to be ignored, and would probably do anything to get Rufus’s attention. He was counting on that.
“Hey… boss…” The hand had landed on his thigh, and Rufus lifted his head briefly, eyeing Reno even as he played which the screen that separated the driver’ seat from the back ones. If Rufus looked beyond the redhead, he could see Rude in the driving seat, trying, and probably failing, to ignore his partner’s attempts to proposition the boss.
“It’s going to be a long, boring ride, yo.” The hand was creeping into the insides of his thighs. Rufus suppressed a smirk and nodded ever so slightly, meeting Reno’s eyes. The leer widened into a shit-eating grin, making Rufus wonder, briefly, if that was such a good idea after all.
All Rufus heard was a soft “Good” before Reno’s mouth descended on his, hot and demanding entrance. He smirked ever so slightly before bracing his arms against the Turk’s torso and pushing him off onto the floor.
“Is sex and booze all you think about, Reno?” Rufus smirked at the older man, who was staring at him in shock, as he lay sprawled upon the floor. Ducking his head, he began to place all the paperwork back into the briefcase, locking it and dropping it onto the floor. He turned his gaze to Reno, obviously waiting for an answer.
Reno shrugged, “It’s not like that’s a lot of other things to think about, boss.”
“Good.”
The smirk widened before he lunged towards Reno, pulling him up and slamming the redhead against the leather seat. Allowing himself to enjoy the look of utter shock and sudden lust in Reno’s eyes, Rufus kissed him, biting hard upon the Turk’s bottom lip as he demanded entrance into his mouth.
Reno moaned slightly, clenching his hands as a pain stung in his lip and coppery mouth touched his tongue. Rufus had always preferred it rough. Opening his mouth, he kissed back as hard, trying to regain dominance even though he knew that it would be in vain. Rufus wasn’t the President because he was known for his compliance.
The blond jerked slightly as the car moved over a speed bump, breaking the kiss. Still smirking, he turned around and pulled down the concealing screen before attacking Reno’s mouth again. His fingers weren’t idle either, busy pulling off Reno’s suit jacket, dropping it onto the floor before unbuttoning the redhead’s pants, pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor also. He was unsurprised to find no underwear. Reno, too, was undressing him with hurried fingers. It would only take an hour to reach Reeve’s office, after all.
As his mouth sucked lackadaisically on Reno’s neck, Rufus’s fingers found the lever to lower the chair, pulling it without warning and surprising a small yelp from Reno. He felt his jacket slip off slightly even as he tugged off Reno’s white dress shirt, which was, as usual, wrinkled and stained by coffee, alcohol, and a few specks of blood. He threw it backwards, hearing a soft ‘thud’ as it hit the screen and joined the pile of clothes already on the floor.
Pulling away from Reno, Rufus smirked, cocking an eyebrow as he slowly undressed, taking off his clothes slowly, folding each piece and placing them on the other seat. The Turk was staring unabashedly, panting as he leaned against his elbow, watching his boss with impatience and lust.
“Fuck, Chief, stop being such a neat freak and fuck me!”
Rufus raised an eyebrow, looking into mako-tinted green eyes as his hands traced Reno’s naked thighs, a deliberate mockery of his previous actions. Avoiding the erection the redhead was sporting, he drawled, “Oh? And what right do you have to give me orders, Turk?”
Reno glared even as he unconsciously bucked his hips towards the touch. “Damn it, boss, stop being such a goddamn tease and fuck me!”
Rufus tutted softly, reaching behind Reno to grab a bottle of lube even as his other hand continued to taunt with brief, teasing touches. “That’s not the right way to ask, Turk. Beg me for it, and I might just be generous enough to give it to you. Beg.”
The glare intensified, unwavering, unwilling to surrender. Rufus smirked, trailing a single finger down to the nest of red curls to the root of the throbbing erection. He teased, drawing the finger to follow the vein on the underside, dipping into the tip where pre-come was already leaking. He was rewarded by a harsh gasp and a hiss, but Reno still seemed unconvinced.
He traced the reddened head, covering his finger with pre-come before lifting it to his mouth, licking up every drop of the clear, bitter fluid. His eyes had never left Reno’s, holding him captive with his gaze as he drew the finger into his mouth, sucking it slowly, sensually. Reno broke.
“Fine, boss. Please. Please fuck me.” Reno grounded out through gritted teeth, his eyes following Rufus’s every moment.
“What was that? I can’t hear you…” Rufus knelt between Reno’s legs, pressing the barest tip of his tongue of the slit of Reno’s cock, lapping at the pre-come. Reno gasped, eyes clouding in lust and throwing away any bit of control he had of the situation. However, Rufus knew that he never had any in the first place.
“I said…” He took a deep breath, trying to control the sudden surge of lust, “Please fuck me, boss. Please!” The last word came out in a shout as Rufus's mouth surrounded the head of his erection, sucking slightly.
Rufus smirked, slipping his mouth from Reno’s cock as he half-stood.
“You only have to ask.”
Coating his own erection quickly, he gripped onto Reno’s hips and entered him in one quick thrust. They had never bothered with preparation, because it wasn’t as if that the two of them weren’t used to pain. And they didn’t have much time, considering that they had just entered the highway.
Rufus bit his lip, throwing his head back as heat surrounded him, tight and clenching. Vaguely, he heard Reno’s groan, but it was lost in the haze of heat and lust and adrenaline. Without waiting for permission, he began to thrust, pounding into Reno hard enough to make the car shake slightly.
“Harder, harder! God, yes! Damnit, chief, harder!” Reno’s shouts were almost incoherent as the redhead bucked his hips back towards him. Leather squealed as bare skin scraped across it, and Rufus vaguely acknowledged that he would have burns on his knees tomorrow.
Loud music suddenly intruded, a futile attempt by Rude to drown out Reno’s voice. As if to spite his partner, Reno began to shout even louder, words incoherent as the momentum of the car drove Rufus impossibly deeper within the Turk. Rufus’s mind was hazed over, his thoughts filled with nothing but the rhythm of their thrusts and the clenching heat of Reno’s muscles and the pleasure and every single movement that his Turk made. He held onto Reno’s hips almost desperately, hard enough to bruise but they both didn’t seem to care right now.
Leather upholstery tore under Reno’s fingers, the underlying foam showing even as Rufus pounded even harder into the willing body beneath him. His eyes were closed, soft moans escaping his throats as the fire in his groin grew and spread throughout his body. Cracking open an eye, he gripped Reno’s cock in one hand and began to pump him in time with the thrust. Rufus was determined not to be the first to come.
The touch seemed to be Reno’s undoing, and he came, come splattering onto his own stomach and Rufus’s hand. Consciously or unconsciously, Rufus didn’t know and didn’t care, his inner muscles clenched around Rufus, milking him as he came with a low growl into his Turk’s willing body. White surrounded his visions, even though his eyes were closed, and pleasure set fire to his nerves. He was completely unaware as the car slowed, turning away from the highway into the road to the WRO building.
After a few moments, Rufus withdrew and grabbed the box of paper napkins behind Reno and slowly wiping himself clean. He threw the box to Reno as his eyes scanned his surroundings. It seemed that they had arrived, and just in time too.
Throwing the Turk his clothes, Rufus quickly dressed himself and Reno wiped himself clean. When they were both relatively decent and dressed, the door was opened by Rude, who seemed to be steadfastly avoiding looking at both of them, although that might be up for debate due to the sunglasses the large man wore.
Reeve was waiting at the entrance, a smile on his face which turned into a knowing smirk when he took his Rufus’s rumpled hair, Reno’ extremely wrinkled clothes and Rude’s slight blush. He turned, walking into the building.
“There’s a shower in my office. I think Reno, Rufus, you had better use it before meeting with the Board…” Reeve tossed back, the smirk growing even larger as Rufus’s eyes widened slightly.
“Oh, and why should we?”
A deadpan gaze met his as they entered the elevator, and Reeve shook his head, “I don’t really think that the Board will take it well if you walk in smelling of sex, Rufus.”
End