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Just Talk	By : RikuRocks Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Just Talk
- 2-The Conclusion
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Rude leaned back in his chair, his suit slightly rumpled and the neck of his shirt open, as well as his tie; It wasn�t as unkempt as his wiry partner�s was on a good day, but it was certainly unusual for him.

Hazel eyes shifted to look over his desk slightly. It was late, but Rude�s partner usually stayed late on the days he wanted to complete his paperwork and the bald man had taken to staying with the smaller man. To look at Reno though, Rude had to look over the desks instead of across them, as his partner had a tendency to sit on the floor, practically under his desk instead of at it.

Therefore, Rude watched as Reno laid his paperwork, a dictionary, and a children�s dictionary on the carpeted floor of their office and set to work quietly.

The large man realised that he was the only person who knew that Reno did these things, as well as the only person who understood why. Reno was not lazy, neurotic, or stupid. In fact, Rude knew the scrawny redhead to be dedicated, easygoing, and highly intelligent; he was simply a poor kid from the slums who had joined Turk young. Traditional education had never been a priority in his life, but the kid could remember anything he read, even if he did not understand the words. Rude was also the only person to know that about the wiry redhead.

At some point, the bald man had begun to winder why he knew all of these little personal details about the blue-eyed youth sitting on their office floor. Now, he knew the answer to that question�and it terrified him.

Rude was by no means a coward. He could take on a small army with nothing but his fist and the little redhead by his side�and perhaps a few explosives if he could throw something together. In any case, he had faced circumstances that would leave most men prostrate with fear and had ploughed through without a hint of hesitation. However, the thought of talking to his partner, whom he trusted with his very life, about the feelings that the younger man stirred within him made his throat lock tight, his heart rate surge, and his heavily tanned skin break into a light sweat.

The brawny man was not one for words during the most favourable of occasions, let alone something like this. That was why he usually delegated the speaking to his slight partner. Talking was Reno�s department, and the youth never complained about the larger man�s reticent nature any more than Rude complained about his methods of concealment. They both had ways of keeping others out of their heads and they just so happened to suit each other well�very well.
Dropping the pretence of working himself, Rude leaned forward to see the back of his partner�s head. Bright red hair fell over a gracefully curved back as the slight man focused on his report. Rude leaned back into his chair and frowned thoughtfully. Reno was always more reserved while he was focused, but he had been unusually quiet all day.

It should be simple to ask the younger Turk how he felt. The youth would answer if Rude asked and he would listen if Rude spoke about his own feelings, but that did not make it simple to talk to him. Rude wanted to, but talking was Reno�s area�and he really wished the kid would start talking...about anything at this point.

Rude slipped a crimson rose, vibrant but bland in comparison to the shock of red he could still see over the desks, from the vase on his desk. He often wondered why Shin-Ra bothered with things like flowers and framed prints in the building. It was not as though anyone in Turk was going to feel as though they worked in a normal office. He absently toyed with the flower for a moment, and then tossed it as he realised he was just avoiding thinking about what he wanted -and needed- to think about.

During an assignment a few days prior, Reno had been injured. It had been serious enough to require immediate care but not so serious that a health potion could not ensure he lasted to get treatment. Unfortunately, neither man had had any potions left by then. They were trained in first aid, Rude knew what he had to do; just slow the bleeding and keep his partner conscious until the clean-up crew arrived. They finished their part of the job; there was not anything to worry about besides the redhead in his arms.

And Rude had certainly worried�he was thankful for his habitual sunglasses more than ever, as he knew his eyes had to have been giving his true feelings away in that moment. Unfortunately, the shades did nothing to hide his uncharacteristically gentle touches that lingered just a little longer than they should have, or his smooth voice that spoke in an unusually soothing tone, speaking more words than he ever did to the only one who truly wanted to listen. However, judging by the state the scrawny Turk was in, it was highly doubtful that he could tell someone was talking to him, let alone make out the words.

However, Rude now suspected that the lithe redhead had become aware enough at some point to notice something in Rude�s voice or touches. It was too much of a coincidence that Reno suddenly went quiet just after he lost some of his carefully structured composure and had remained that way in the days since.

�Uh, did you need something, yo?�

The brawny man glanced back at his partner, and noticed that he had hit the blue-eyed youth when he threw the rose. The smaller man wore a small grin as he twisted around to gaze at his partner.

As the large man blinked back into awareness, the slight man�s eyes took on a concerned edge. �Hey, Aibou�you okay?�

�Yeah�sorry about that;� Rude continued to watch the redhead through his dark lenses for a moment.

Finally, Reno�s subtle smile faded and his eyes slowly dropped before he returned to his report. ��No problem.�
The bald man watched his partner slowly return to his work, his usually vibrant atmosphere notably dimmed. Rude knew him well enough to know that it was not due to his injuries. He silently stood and walked around the desk before sitting on the floor by the wiry redhead. Blue eyes glanced up, their ever-present sparkle holding an uncertain tint. It reminded Rude of the first time he had sat beside the younger man like this, back when he first learned of the real reason why he always stayed late to finish his paperwork.

Reno had looked around nervously for a moment back then, before he began to explain, afraid of what his new partner would think of him. Rude wished the other would start talking again now, even if it was just to ramble, but he knew the ball was on his side of the court. He could not take back any of the words he had murmured the previous day or the way he had stroked the younger man�s hair and cheek.

�Assuming that was what this was about.

Rude watched as Reno blinked languidly at the message Tseng had sent earlier, before picking up the dictionary and scanning over a page. Then he rolled his eyes and grabbed the children�s dictionary. �I swear the boss-man uses words I don�t know on purpose, yo�,� he murmured as he looked up a few entries.

�We should get you a thesaurus,� commented Rude.

Blue eyes looked up from the report to take in Rude for the first time since he joined Reno on the floor, �A what?�

�It�s a book that lists words by similar meanings,� explained the bald man.

�You coulda mentioned that years ago, yo,� stated the redhead, a hint of a smile returning to his lips but not this eyes, as he returned his attention to his report.

Rude nodded and the silence that fell over them was more comfortable than the previous one, but not as comfortable as it usually was between them.

�Reno.�

Reno looked up, slightly startled; �Hmm?�

The large man hesitated, not sure what exactly he wanted to say now. He was never good with words, and generally liked to keep it short and to the point when he did have to speak. However, there was no curt way to express what he needed to now�at least not that he knew of.

Reno sighed, his eyes softening as he adjusted his position, clearly intending to look at his partner for a while. �Just talk, yo. You know I�m not gonna bite ya.� He smiled ever so slightly, ��Talk to me.�

Rude met his partner�s eyes through his shades. �You shouldn�t have pushed me out of the way.� That had not been quite what he wanted to say, but it was a start.

Blue eyes blinked. �Is that what this is about, yo? Shit Rude, how many times have you taken damage for me? I�m your Aibou too you know�I hope. �And I�m no wimp. You don�t always have to protect me, you know.�

�I know� The large man stated, sitting more comfortably now as well. If Reno could throw him a bone, he could at least toss it back. �You�re a Turk and, yes, you�re my Aibou too. That�s why I protect you�because I don�t like seeing you hurt. That�s what this is about. How much do you remember after you went down the other day?�

�You caught me before I hit the floor.� The slight man met the larger man�s eyes for another brief moment before his own drifted as he turned to his memories. �You asked the usual, about potions and shit. I thought about the answers but I dunno if I actually said anything. It gets hazy after that, yo. I could feel you messing with the wound, holding me, and I think�I think you were brushing my hair outta my face.� A gentle smile fluttered over the redhead�s features before fading as he continued to concentrate. �You talked to me too. I could hear you but I couldn�t make out most of what you said, yo. Sorry. I heard my name, a couple nicknames�, and something about a firebird? That�s all before I went out.�

Rude caught the gentle expression and knew the younger man had recognised the tenderness he showed the previous day. The bald man reached out a large hand, touching the blue-eyed Turk�s knee to draw his attention out of his mind. He noticed once again that his touch contained a gentleness he did not show at any other time; he wondered if he always treated Reno that way and, if so, how he had never noticed before.

Reno gazed at the tanned hand on his knee for a few seconds before raising his eyes to look at Rude once again. The older man could tell right away that he had the blue-eyed youth�s complete attention and that Reno understood that there was something different about this conversation�this moment.

�Do you remember when I told you about the bikes my dad and his buddies used to rebuild when I was a kid?� asked the bald man. He waited for Reno to nod before continuing. �Well, one of his favourites was a model called a firebird. It always made me think of Phoenix, just like you do.�

The redhead smiled lightly, still looking into his partner�s sunglasses. One of his smaller hands rested on his thigh near Rude�s and he brushed a dark finger lightly, encouraging the older man to keep talking and knowing that there was a bigger reason to the story than merely sharing a childhood memory�although, he did enjoy it when Rude chose to share the stories of his past. In any case, if Rude was talking, Reno would listen.

�Dad kept that one. Even though he had to rebuild it from several scrapped ones, it ran pretty good.� Without thinking about his actions, Rude turned his hand to return the attention Reno�s pale fingers were giving, silently slipping the tips of his large fingers between his partner�s slender ones. He suddenly found himself pleased that he had taken off his gloves before leaving the office for once. �He had to maintain it of course, like everything else, and it tended to need a little more work than most, but it was a powerful machine and it never failed to function satisfactorily.�

Reno nodded slightly that he understood, his blue eyes still gentle, but now the soft smile on his lips reached them. Rude didn�t usually speak this much if there was even the possibility of someone else coming around, and he certainly never showed the kind of outward affection he was displaying now�not unless the redhead was hurt in some way, which Reno supposed he technically was. Even still, he liked whatever was happening right now and he did not want it to stop, so he stayed quiet, hoping the other would continue, and feeling as though breaking his silence would send them back into their usual roles.

Rude wondered if Reno was aware of the effect his fingers and the way he was looking at Rude was having on the older man. He had felt something whenever the redhead looked at him like this for a long time, but it was as though it was thrown into high definition now that he understood what those feelings were, even if he had trouble voicing them. Soon, he hoped, Reno would understand as well. From there, well, his little partner had yet to disappoint him. Even if they did not end up together as he would like, looking into that face, he was sure they would be all right.

�One day one of my dad�s friends brought over a box of spare parts from different engines, figuring they could use them at some point. They looked over everything, just to make a mental stock, but this one little part kept grabbing my dad�s attention. It didn�t look like much, but he seemed to think it was something special. We were all shocked when he took it to his firebird. It definitely didn�t look like it matched, but he started tinkering�not the way he did when he had to make something fit though. It was as if he was just waiting for it to fall into place. Eventually it did. The bike ran better than new after that.�

�It was like that little piece was always supposed to be there, but the bike just didn�t realise it was missing. So it functioned without it, but that�s all it did. It didn�t flourish until it had that tiny part.� Rude tilted his head slightly and adjusted his shades with his free hand so he could look at Reno over them. �You remind me of that little piece.�

Reno�s smile assured Rude that he was not offended or the like and the older man knew right away that the younger understood. The redhead�s voice was softer than usual when he finally spoke. �You remind me of the bike, yo.�

Rude just stared for a few seconds, wondering how he had gotten lost in his own analogy. Only Reno could do that to him. �What?�

Warm, slender fingers continued to stroke Rude�s as blue eyes never left this. �That little part probably got dismissed as useless everywhere it passed through, yo. Like you said, it didn�t look like much, so everyone else just wrote it off as a piece of junk. Then there�s this big badass bike that doesn�t seem to need anything, and the little piece doesn�t look like it would even go with it, but it does. It finally finds a place it belongs. It�s finally worth something, �cause the bike makes it worth something, yo.�

The redhead�s smile faltered slightly when the bald man shook his head slowly. Without looking away, Rude slipped his sunglasses off entirely. At the same time, he pulled Reno�s hand fully into his. �It was always worth something. It just needed someone to let it fall into place. It could be useful somewhere else, just like the bike could run without it, but together, they make a perfect machine.�

Blue eyes lit up again as the redhead�s smile returned. �Only you could make comparing me to a scrap part sound romantic, yo.�

The corner of Rude�s mouth turned up in a slight smirk. �Would you rather be compared to a rose? Its a little cliché, but I think I can pull it off.�

�I�m sure you could, but that�s cool, yo.� Reno grinned back at his partner. �You should talk more often...you�re better at it than most people think.�

�I don�t care about what most people think. I prefer letting my actions do the talking when you aren�t,� replied the bald man as he leaned forward to press his lips against the smaller man�s, which pressed back immediately, telling Rude that the slight man he was kissing had wanted this for a long time as well.

In a smooth motion, Rude rose up to his knees while pulling Reno onto his own by wrapping an arm around a scrawny waist, lifting Reno closer to him. As pale hands gripped his shoulders, the bald man deepened the kiss enough to make his passion known.

...But not so that much that he could not pull back. Kissing Reno in the privacy of the evening was one thing, pressing him into their office floor in an emotional and lust filled daze was another.

However, as Rude began to shift back reluctantly, Reno leaned forwardly slightly, just enough to maintain contact. When the younger man did not press further, the large man understood. He was still in control of the situation. If he wanted to pull away, Reno would not push, and if he wanted to take it further, the smaller man was perfectly willing.

The building was as empty as it ever was, and they were the only two in the Turk�s wing. The security guards would not even check in there without due cause. While Rude would like to think that knowledge went into his decision, he had a feeling he would be pulling that scrawny frame back in for more at that point either way. He threw himself back into the kiss with enough force to bruise and felt strong, slender arms wrap around his neck lightly as Reno released a soft moan.

Spurred on by the sensuous sound, Rude slid his arms from around the smaller man�s waist and slipped the baggy coat off his partner�s slender shoulders. The bald man then sat back onto the floor, folding his legs but keeping them wide enough for Reno to sit between them. As he began to unbutton the redhead�s shirt, the slender man shifted onto the brawny man�s thighs, loosely folding his own legs around Rude�s waist.

Just as when they were on assignment, Reno seemed to take his cue from the large man. While Rude slowly tended to the loose shirt that was keeping fair skin hidden, the blue-eyed man unzipped the older man�s coat and began pushing it off broad shoulders. Then graceful fingers began to work on the bald man�s own shirt.

Both men somehow managed to slip each other�s shirts off without ever fully breaking contact, then hands, eyes, and mouths roamed the newly exposed territory. Rude had always expected that his partner�s scrawny, pale frame would look awkward without his slightly oversized clothes hiding it, and he was never more pleased to discover that he was wrong. A life of constant action left the redhead well toned, and the sinuous lines of his slight frame were graceful as opposed to awkward. In the pale light of their office, he was practically glowing.

Aside from the heated contact, Rude found that he was immensely aroused by the sight of his large, tanned hands against the other�s fair skin. He leaned down to attack the redhead�s slender neck and chest. Reno tilted his head to kiss the larger man�s bald head between gasps and moans, and slender hands fumbled with the brawny man�s belt once he felt one of Rude�s strong hands working on his own.

The bald man was just wondering if he should attempt to move away slightly, as the redhead had him unbuttoned and unzipped when he felt a hand slip into his pants and fingers that were smaller than his own, but certainly not as delicate as any woman�s he had ever been with, brush over his engorged member. His head drew back and his eyes flew open when the slender hand shifted and wrapped around it.

Reno�s own eyes had snapped open as well and he continued staring at Rude as his hand just ghosted over the sensitive flesh. The taciturn man raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering if something was wrong. Blue eyes blinked, �Shit, you�re huge , yo.�

Rude could not help but smirk. He gently stroked the younger man�s waist. �Did you expect otherwise?�

The redhead grinned slightly, now gripping the hot flesh under his hand once again, causing the older man to groan. �No but, damn�how are you still single?�

�Some scrawny little redhead�s been distracting me,� answered Rude in a low tone before lining a series of kisses over the smaller man�s jaw line. Then he shifted his mouth near a pale, well-sculpted ear before growing out his next words. �And I don�t plan to be single after tonight.�

In response, Reno gripped Rude�s now throbbing erection tightly and pressed a firm kiss against his lips, conceding control when the large man growled and deepened it further.

As if Rude did not feel a strong enough surge of desire and possessiveness when the redhead yielded to him without any form of meekness, the younger man also chose that moment to start stroking him, adding just the right amount of pressure when needed. Knowing he would not last as long as he would like, Rude wasted no time in thrusting a hand into Reno�s pants as well.

The redhead released an odd, surprised groan before breathing out Rude�s name and the large man shifted his oral ministrations to Reno�s chest, neck, and shoulders again so as not to block the sounds the slight man was making. Reno felt smaller and lighter in his hand than his own erection ever did, but just as hot and firm; the bald man discovered that he liked the difference.

Adjusting his other arm around the smaller man�s waist again, Rude pulled Reno in for another deep kiss; his thoughts soon became incoherent under the touch and taste of the younger Turk. Rude growled and groaned between pants and kisses, and Reno gasped and moaned out the bald man�s name repeatedly until both found their release in the other�s arms.

After another bruising kiss, Reno dropped his head to rest against Rude�s chest. The bald man placed a gentle kiss against the redhead�s soft hair and relished in the feel of the younger man�s breath across his sweat-coated skin, as well as the feel of slender fingers ghosting over his softening member.

After they caught their breaths, Reno carefully wiped Rude down with the inside of his coat, before tending to himself, smiling contentedly when Rude offered to get a towel from the bathroom. �It�s already messed up anyway, yo. I can fold it so no one can see and none of the guards will think anything of me not wearing it on the way out.�

The bald man nodded before smiling softly and helping the redhead button his shirt, the younger man�s own hands being a little too shaky to make quick work of it. �Thanks, yo.�

Rude nodded again, feeling content as he put his own shirt, coat, and tie on. Someone would definitely find it odd if his clothes were not on properly. His eyes, still uncovered, rested on Reno�s jacket, the inside liner covered in both men�s seed. Reno chuckled quietly and stretched up to place a soft kiss on Rude�s jaw before speaking lowly near his neck as he nuzzled him.

The large man felt his recently spent erection coming back to life at the words.

�Next time, inside me, yo.�

Rude lifted Reno�s face for another deep kiss, this one tenderer than the last few, as the other�s lips were definitely swollen and bruising. Aside from that, and the content and slightly giddy look to the younger man�s eyes, no one would be the wiser of what had just occurred if they had only the two male�s appearances to go by.

Hazel eyes glanced at the unfinished report on the floor. He knew that Reno normally finished them a few days before he had to. �Can that wait?�

�Wha-� The redhead glanced down at the now slightly sprawled papers, �Oh. Yeah, that can wait, yo.�

�Your place or mine?� questioned Rude as he ran his hands up and down the scrawny Turk�s sides.

�You mean right now?� Reno grinned at Rude�s nod. �Either one is fine by me.�

Suddenly, something struck the older man as odd about that. �Wait�you�re prepared for this back at your place?�

Blue eyes blinked languidly. �Prepared�? I think we�re past needing to set the mood, yo.�

That answered that, �My place then.�

Rude picked up Reno�s jacket and folded it to hide the incriminating stains while the smaller man straightened out the office. Then the bald man handed the coat to the redhead, who held it over an arm, still seemingly trying to figure out his brawny partner�s last question. He finally appeared to lose interest when Rude offered one more chaste kiss before they headed out of the office.

Rude still did not see much need for talking. Reno spoke his language and that was all that mattered.

Besides, the redhead always did seem to prefer learning through hands-on experience rather than lectures and books. ...And he was definitely going to be learning a few things that evening.

Watching Reno�s hips and ponytail sway as he walked ahead of him, Rude could not help but smirk slightly as he fixed his shades back on.

In this case, talking had definitely been a good idea.
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