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Reno stood in the tiny changing room, looking down at his pale and mostly exposed body with a small glare on his face. “I hate you.” A giggle and a chuckle from the other side of the door were his only replies. He still was not sure what the point of this was (aside from humiliating him), but he knew one thing for certain: he was never going to bet against his friends without having the stakes clear beforehand ever again.

“It can’t be that bad,” Kilik commented through the thin door. His tone made it clear that he was using every bit of willpower he possessed not to laugh outright.

“My underwear covers more than this thing, yo, and my nipples are at full salute,” the redhead complained in response. “Why the hell is Tseng’s annual pool party in the middle of the winter anyway?”

“Because it’s cold outside, so why not enjoy a nice heated pool in a steamy, warm room? By the way, it‘s warmer in the actual pool room,” stated Cissnei. “Now come on! We want to see if it fits.”

“Why do they even make bikinis for men?” questioned Reno as he tried one last time to see if the small amount of tightly fitted fabric would stretch to cover any more of him. He frowned when his efforts proved futile.

“They don’t call them bikinis when they’re for men, kid,” replied the shuriken wielder.

“They’re Speedos,” added Rod with a smirk.

Kilik grinned at the girl, “You do know that you two are about the same age, right?” The duel gunman ignored the look he received in reply and tapped on the thin changing room door, “Come on, Reno…it isn’t going to get any better so you might as well come out now and get it over with.”

“Fine;” The redhead grudgingly stepped out of the changing room, his head down slightly with a small scowl on his face and his arms crossed firmly.

“Wow, it’s the rare white-bellied firebird!” cried Rod in a mock-enthusiastic tone. “There’s one more for exotic bird bingo!”

Cissnei giggled while Reno remained completely un-amused. Then Rod arched an eyebrow, “So, the goggles don’t ever come off, do they? Never mind, this will still work.”

“What will, yo?” questioned the redhead, knowing without a doubt now that his friends had more planned then simple humiliation.

“The plan to turn Rude into a real human being,” answered Kilik as he quickly pulled Reno’s hair tie out.

“Hey!” The younger male rubbed the back of his head. “What was that for, yo? …And what the hell do you mean ‘turn Rude into a real human being’? What do you think he is now, a giant bald Chocobo?”

“We mean someone who actually uses and expresses their full capacity for emotion,” explained Rod. “We’ve wanted to fix him for years but we didn’t know how to until you came along.”

Reno looked up, his expression a cross between annoyed and defensive. “Rude doesn’t need to be ‘fixed’, yo; there’s nothing wrong with him. He feels and all that, just like we do. He’s just…quiet.”

“Aww, it’s like going to the zoo and having the gorilla’s pet kitten growl a warning when it thinks you’re going to upset his big daddy.”

All three of the males gave Cissnei a what the hell? look and then turned back to each other, clearly deciding they’d rather not know about the inner workings of the fangirl’s thought process.

“Look, according to Tseng and Fayte, Rude used to be more…” Kilik scratched the back of his neck, “Er, are you gonna get pissy if I use the word ‘human’ again?”

“Hell yes,” replied the redhead with a small glare. “Rude is human, you ass, and I don’t like you talking about my partner like he‘s some sort of freak.”

The former mob bodyguard held up his hands in a placating gesture, “Okay, sorry little man. I didn’t mean it that way.”

The former gang leader rolled his eyes and turned to the redhead before Kilik could speak again. “Look, Rude hasn’t had a partner since the three of us joined Turk. That’s not normal. Apparently, Tseng and Verdot had some trouble pairing him off.”

Reno frowned slightly, his crossed arms lowering to his stomach as his unusual show of self-consciousness diminished for the moment. “Why? He’s a great Turk, yo; one of the best they’ve got.”

“Oh, we’d never argue that,” Cissnei stated sincerely as Kilik and Rod nodded their agreement. “It’s just that…he’s a little hard to get, you know?”

When it was clear that the redhead was going to reply with a negative and, most likely, some sort of protest, Kilik decided to cut him off at the start. “We know you get him, and that’s our point. Rude has some…well, contradictory personality traits. He likes to let someone else do the talking, which usually leads someone to think they’re sort of in charge, but he also has no problem barking out orders and when he does, he expects them to be followed without question…or explanation in most cases.”

“He’s definitely one of the alpha male sort of guys,” added Rod, “But he likes to be quietly in charge and he likes someone to be able to still think and act on their own…and even question him from time to time. Most people have trouble with that balance. They either want him to be submissive or completely dominant…and in any case, they want him to be clearer.”

“You, however, can balance that tightrope like a Wutain contortionist,” added Kilik with a nod, “And you seem to possess some sort of innate understanding of the big lug. He’s worked with some of us for years and barely spoken to us. We thought he was just determined not to become attached to anyone, but then you came along and made friends straight out of training and got assigned as his partner within a year.”

“And to top it all off,” Cissnei interrupted, “You work together perfectly. It’s as if you balance him off without even trying. So, now it’s time to take that one step further so he can be a whole person in every way!”

Reno signed as he turned to the young woman. “Rude is a whole person. Stop suggestin’ otherwise or I’m gonna kick-” The redhead trailed off and suddenly looked between the other two males curiously, “Wait…where does the bikini come into play in all this?”

Cissnei bit her lip and appeared to be fighting a squeal. Rod put a hand on her shoulder and shook his head before turning back to Reno. “Basically, we’re pimping you out.”

Reno narrowed his eyes, “…The hell?”

“Wait, wait…before you get pissed, just hear us out,” Kilik took the redhead’s unusual silence for agreement and ploughed on before he could change his mind. “Rude…well, he likes you, kid. I mean really likes you…and we’re pretty sure he bats for both sides. If he doesn’t, then you’re the exception to the rule. Now, we already talked about his alpha male mentality…see, we’re thinking that by seeing you in this, the rational part of his brain will take back seat to that.”

The smaller male blinked and stared at the older male for a moment. “…You want my partner to want to screw me? …And that helps him, how?”

“No, he already wants to screw you. We want to get him to be willing to act on it so he can knock down the last wall of his carefully guarded emotions and live a little more fully,” corrected Cissnei matter-of-factly.

“You’re all nuts, yo,” commented the redhead, sounding somewhat frightened.

“Look, we thought it was nuts too at first, but after some serous thought, we agreed that the girls might be onto something.” Kilik grinned at the slight Turk as Rod nodded; both were ignoring the other male’s frown at the word ‘girls’.

The redhead was looking even more confused and slightly upset, “But we’ve been partners for almost a year; he could have had me whenever he wanted-” Reno suddenly paused and furrowed his brows, “…What the hell am I saying?”

“We already figured out that you feel the same way about him, Reno.” The gunman’s grin had turned into a smirk sometime while Reno was not paying attention.

Rod seemed to be fighting the urge to chuckle at the redhead. “We wouldn’t have done this to you if we didn’t think you wanted it too. Besides, the idea isn’t just for him to try to screw you…it’s for him to reach a point where he’ll actually express that desire to you. From there, you guys will have to figure it out and that means you‘ll both have to open up.”

“…And you couldn’t come up with a plan that didn’t include me parading across the rest of Turk and a bunch of other ShinRa employees practically naked?”

“There’s a bit more to the plan but…you’ll see.” Kilik’s smirk turned even more devious than normal. “Come on…time to head out there.”

Reno made a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper as his friends literally pulled him out of the room.

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Rude was standing by the glass wall on the far end of the pool room, nursing a bourbon and listening to Tseng and Fayte as they discussed the decline in honour amongst modern warriors. The brawny man nodded and made sounds of agreement or interest here and there, wondering al the while where his little partner was. Reno had declined when Rude offered to pick him up for the party, nervously stating that he had a ride already, but thanking the larger man in any case.

Reno was rarely nervous and he always travelled with Rude whenever they were going to the same place or even just headed in the same general direction. Rude did not like what the unusual conversation implicated.

The bald man was just thinking of excusing himself and giving the svelte redhead a call when he noticed that several people on the other side of the large pool were making catcalls and some rather inappropriate comments for a party that consisted of co-workers and friends.

Tseng and Fayte had noticed as well, and all three men turned to try to see what was causing the commotion. Suddenly, Tseng made a rather uncharacteristic sound, somewhere between a choke and a groan. “Rude, get over there; I think your partner needs you.”

The words had the brawny man moving immediately. He still was not sure what was going on, as he had yet to see anything, but if Reno was in trouble, the rest could be worked out after he was safe. Rude quickly considered that his wiry partner had most likely taken on some of the men who were making the remarks and gestures that he had noted earlier as inappropriate. The lithe redhead hated it when men acted that way toward women who clearly did not enjoy the attention…Rude just assumed it had something to do with the kid’s mother, since she had probably experienced a lot of that sort of attention as a young, single woman working in the lower plates.

Rude’s thoughts and movement halted instantly once he had finally rounded the pool and was able to see the cause of the ruckus through the crowd.

No one besides Rude knew that his cocky partner was actually rather insecure about his self-worth and appearance. The redhead was short, thin, and pale, scarred, and had never had any real reason to value his looks…if anything, being a pretty boy was a disadvantage when growing up in the slums. The bald Turk thought it was absurd for anyone to think of Reno as anything less than capable, apt, and beautiful, but the younger Turk simply could not see those traits in himself…not yet anyway.

All of this meant, however, that when Rude saw what Reno was wearing, he immediately knew it had not been of the blue-eyed youth’s choosing. Such rational thoughts began to fade as he slowly took in more of his partner’s lean form than he had ever seen all at once before.

While Rude was (unknowingly) starring at the younger male, several SOLDIERs and a couple of ShinRa executives were also admiring the teenager. Truth be told, several Turks were as well, but they were much more discreet and respectful about ogling their co-worker…not to mention the fact that most of them knew the wiry redhead could best over the half the room in a fight.

Between Reno being Rude’s closest friend and being recently assigned as his partner, the brawny Turk felt that he had some sort of claim on the young redhead. It was not that he wanted to tame his partner, he actually liked Reno just the way he was…including the fact that the wry teen was, in a sense, his.

“He doesn’t like attention as much as his vivacious personality would suggest, does he?”

Rude blinked and turned to see Reeve Teusti standing beside him and watching the scene across the room with a tight frown of concern. When the bald man turned back, his possessiveness took backseat to his protectiveness, leaving his usually rationality in the dust behind.

As he was throwing out warning glares and verbal jabs at most of those who were gawking at him while clearly trying to keep the air as light as possible, Reno was also flushing slightly and his body language was defensive to the few who knew what to look for. To Rude, it was clear that the redhead was uncomfortable in the situation and, as Reeve had astutely noted, unhappy with all the unwanted attention.

“I always suspected that that boy was going to turn some heads,” commented Fayte as he appeared on the other side of Reeve. His tone and expression were disapproving as he looked over the men who were beginning to surround the redhead, “I had hoped it would be when he was older though…or at least when he was ready.”

The Turk’s field commander joined them as well, and quickly took in the scene before turning to bald man, his face and voice reverting to the usual businesslike manner he used when on the job. “Rude, perhaps I was unclear before; go and assist your partner before he or one of his new admires takes heavy damage.”

The large Turk was halfway to his partner before his superior had finished the statement. He reached the group just as a SOLDIER he did not recognise actually dared to grab Reno’s ass while saying something quietly near the redhead’s ear. Reno’s elbow jabbed into the SOLDIER’s ribs before the sinewy Turk spun around and bounced the man’s head off his knee.

Rude quickened his pace and dropped his hand onto the shoulder of another Third Class, who had clearly been about to assist his comrade. The bald man squeezed the shoulder just enough for the other man to understand the strength his hands possessed. When the SOLDIER turned to face the new threat, he was immediately knocked out as Rude’s head crashed into his own.

Rude and Reno automatically shifted so that they stood back to back, as a few other SOLDIERs moved to surround them. However, the members of ShinRa’s army quickly paused when they found themselves surrounded as the entire remaining members of Turk moved in to defend their own.

“Gentlemen,” Tseng addressed the SOLDIERs as he stepped through the ring of Turks. “If you cannot behave yourselves, then I shall have to ask you to leave.” He looked down at the two unconscious Third Classes. “I do not take well to my men being threatened or treated like an object here for your pleasure. Fayte, Pero…please see these two outside.” The Wutian glanced over Reno as the two named men dragged out the unconscious Third Classes (without taking any pains to ensure they were not injured further) and then offered both Reno and Rude a small nod before turning to join Reeve.

The other party goers spread out as though nothing had happened, although they did seem to be giving Rude and Reno more space than they normally would have.

The two partners turned to face one another. Reno glanced over to Kilik and Rod, each of whom mouthed a quick apology, which did not escape Rude’s notice. The large man looked at his partner questioningly, trusting that the younger male would know what exactly he was asking at the moment.

Proving that his partner’s trust was well founded, Reno shook his head minutely. “They didn’t know, yo…its fine. Thanks for backing me up, Aibou.”

The brawny man simply nodded once. He then looked over his partner, initially checking for any sign of injury, but the younger man’s exposed flesh and uncomfortable body language quickly caused the possessive and protective parts of his mind to rear up and take the lead again. He placed a firm hand on the small of Reno’s back and silently steered him to the changing rooms.

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Reno allowed his partner to guide him, hoping that his part of the bargain had been met already and not caring enough either way to consider going back to the party until he was wearing more clothing. He wondered if Rude might be interested in just going home, not sparing a thought for what his friends had predicted about his partner’s reaction to his appearance.

The redhead paused when he opened the locker he had stowed his clothes in and reminded himself that it would be disrespectful to Tseng to just get dressed and take off. Besides, he did not want to look like a pansy in front of the other Turks. He would be lucky enough to live down the embarrassment of what had already occurred within the next several months without tucking his tail between his legs and running away. Since he had not known anything about his friends’ plan before his arrival, the redhead had brought a pair of knee-length swim trunks and a t-shirt, which he decided to change into now. With a small shrug to himself, the young Turk began sorting through his clothes to find them and wondering if he might be able to have a good time now or if he would just be teased about his previous appearance.

The blue-eyed youth actually thought he had been handling the situation rather well until that damned SOLDIER crossed the line.

There was only one thing about his past that the former slum-brat did not want known to his new peers and there was really only one practical way for anyone to find out. Reno thought he was in the clear then, as that one way would require someone to first see a part of his body that was always covered by clothing and then, recognise what they were seeing. The redhead had been concerned about that when he saw what Cissnei and the others expected him to wear, however, Rod and Kilik were the only ones with enough knowledge of the underground to recognise it offhand, and they were not likely to look him over closely enough to notice the give away. The young Turk had even expected Tseng to know the significance of the mark on his body, as he just generally assumed that Tseng knew everything, but not some ShinRa army grunt hopped-up on Mako.

Reno had just pulled his t-shirt over his head and pulled his hair out of the neck when a sudden change in the atmosphere of the tiny room reminded him that he was not alone. Just then, he heard Rude speak in a tone he had never heard from the large man before. “What did he say to you?”

The redhead dropped forward slightly, so that his forehead struck the locker as he released a heavy sigh…he could not lie to his partner, and even if he managed to avoid telling him the truth, the scrawny Turk had no doubt that Kilik or Rod had figured out what happened. He knew that they would answer Rude if he asked them. “…Crap.”

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Rude’s brows drew in and his eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses when his partner stood with his shoulders slumped and his forehead resting against the cold, hard metal. The kid had gone from embarrassed and uncomfortable as he led him away form the others, to extremely agitated as he pulled his clothes from his locker, and now seemed as though all of the previously pent up energy had just drained from him.

“…Reno?”

“What…?”

Rude had the feeling that the redhead’s irritated tone was actually directed at himself or the situation. Oddly enough, that bothered him more than if the younger man had been annoyed with him. “What happened?”

The teenager released another heavy sigh before words just began to spill from his mouth rapidly. “I lost a bet to some of the guys and they said I had to wear this stupid bikini thing because they have some crazy plan they’re tryin’ to execute and I hate the damn thing but you know me, I couldn’t just back out. So I figured I’d be humiliated but there was somethin’ I didn’t count on anyone seeing and that damn SOLDIER did and Rod and Kilik probably noticed it too, or else they wouldn’t have looked all guilty after the fight, yo. Now, I don’t know who knows and who doesn’t or what anyone made of all of that, but I just wanna go home, crawl into bed, and die. ‘Course, you and Tseng probably wouldn’t like that and I shouldn’t let a few assholes ruin the party for me anyhow, right?”

The bald man blinked as he quickly sorted through the flow of words that had just hit him. It did not help that Reno’s face was still leaning on the locker. His eyes trailed over his partner with a more scrutinising edge than before as he tried to figure out what Reno would not want anyone to see. The teen’s shoulder blades and ribs were a little too prominent, but anyone who saw the redhead with clothes on could still see that he was too thin. His skin was pale, suggesting that he had grown up in the shade of the lower levels, but anyone who spoke to Reno for two minutes could usually tell that he was not from the upper plates originally, and that never seemed to bother the kid anyway. Several scars marred his flesh here and there, but nothing that should strike anyone in Turk or SOLDIER as particularly unusual or worthy of question.

As he was thinking, the brawny man’s eyes continuously trailed over his lithe partner’s form. A white t-shirt was hanging around Reno’s neck and his hair was free of its usual ponytail and flowed over his back and down to his waist. Rude took in the small red Speedo appreciatively, noting the way it clung to the redhead’s slender hips and pert ass before trailing his gaze lower and pausing as he drew his brows again.

On the back of Reno’s upper left thigh, directly below his buttock, was an odd mark. The bald man subconsciously stepped forward as he considered it. It appeared to be a character in a language unknown to him, and it reminded Rude of the gang or mob signature markings he had seen on various missions. Kilik and Rod had mentioned that some high-ranking members of gangs and the mob would sometimes get tattoos of such markings, but this certainly was not a tattoo.

Rude kneeled and placed a hand on Reno’s back to still him, feeling the younger male tense in the process. He could hear and feel the redhead’s breathing pick up as he looked more closely at the mark, which he could now identify as a brand…the quality of which suggested that the slender Turk had not remained still during the branding process. Rude frowned slightly as he pressed forward on Reno’s back lightly, encouraging him to bend forward a little more. Rude had heard plenty of underground slave rings, and knew that slaves were usually branded, but the always heard of the marks being placed somewhere where someone could easily check for them, such as the inner arm or torso. Even Reno’s boxer-briefs covered this…the only way Rude could think of for one to see it clearly would be to strip the kid and probably bend him over…

…And with that thought, the final penny dropped.

“You were a pet.” Rude quickly stood and took a step back, for as he realised what this meant, he also realised that he was probably putting his partner in an uncomfortable position.

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Reno felt as if his heart was about to explode as a cold feeling replaced the warmth that his large partner’s body had been producing a moment before. He slowly straightened and took a few settling breaths before turning to face Rude. He had no idea how the larger man was going to react to the new insight into his past, or if Rude even understood what that meant exactly, but he decided right away that he was not going to lie.

“Yeah, I was.”

The brawny man stiffened but maintained his usual silence, and for a few agonising seconds, the redhead had no idea what to make of his friend’s reaction. Dozens of thoughts passed through his mind as he wondered if Rude was disgusted, shocked, or disappointed. Finally, Reno noticed the slight crease of the larger man’s brow, the flex of his jaw that suggested clenched teeth, and the shifting of tendons in his hands, as though the appendages were longing to tighten into fists. Then he was able to identify the primary emotion coursing through his taciturn partner: anger.

“Er…Rude?”

“Who?” The large man’s voice sounded like stones grinding against one another.

Blue eyes blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“Who was it…?”

Reno noted a touch of hesitation before the larger man stopped speaking and knew right away that it had not been his usual refusal to say more than necessary that cut him short this time. The blue-eyed youth was not one to sugar coat things however and he needed his partner to be able to handle this. “…That owned me? What does it matter?”

Rude surprised the redhead by removing his sunglasses; his eyes were murderous. “…Need a name for the casualty report.”

The corner of Reno’s mouth turned upwards as he slumped slightly in relief. This reaction, he could handle. “I dunno…the boss man might find it kinda weird if you fill out a casualty report for a guy that’s already been dead for a few years, yo.”

There was a brief moment of stillness before the corner of Rude’s mouth turned up as well. “Think so?”

The redhead smirked, “Well, we have turned in some weird ones already, huh?”

The bald man nodded and then looked the blue-eyed youth over, his expression changing to one Reno had not seen directed at himself before. Then, dark hazel eyes flickered back to the redhead’s as Rude frowned slightly. The murderous gleam was not as strong but still present, “Is that why Kilik and Rod made you do this…so I would find out?”

Reno felt an odd desire to laugh, although he did not find the situation funny in the least. “Hell no, yo, they didn’t even find out until they stuck me in this damn thing.” He fidgeted slightly as the words reminded him of just how exposed he was at the moment, however, he did not feel that uncomfortable now that it was just him and his partner.

“Then what we’re they trying to do?” questioned the bald man. “They had to have expected some sort of reaction to putting you out there like this.”

“Well, them and some of the girls have this crazy idea…” The redhead paused as he noticed the larger man eyeing over again with that same expression he had never expected to see on his partner’s face while the man was looking at him. He smiled, “Or maybe not. Tell you what, yo, if you teach me to swim at this thing, I‘ll take you to his grave so you can piss on it…make my new ownership all official; deal?”

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Rude’s gaze was crawling over Reno’s pale thighs when his attention quickly snapped up to the younger Turk’s face at the words ‘new ownership’. The small smile and gentle eyes he found himself staring at answered every question that passed through his mind.

It surprised him that Kilik, Rod, and presumably, Cissnei and Elena had been able to see his desire for his young partner, however, the fact that Reno could tell did not. The bald man was also strangely not surprised by the happiness the revelation of his feelings seemed to bring the redhead. In the end, Rude decided that was all that really mattered.

He stepped forward to pull Reno’s t-shirt down the rest of the way, trapping the smaller man’s arms and smirking lightly when the redhead looked at him questioningly, “Deal.”

As blue eyes lit up while Reno’s smile retuned, Rude quickly considered and immediately dismissed the possibility of Tseng having some sort of surveillance in the dressing rooms. He reached out to flick the lock on the door closed, and then dipped his head to kiss the smaller male. He felt Reno’s lips form a smile before they parted to encourage him to deepen the gesture as Rude’s hands moved to the small swimsuit that had started the entire event.

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Kilik was staring out the window with a slight frown. He arched an eyebrow when Rod approached with two drinks and a broad grin. “Why are you so happy?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” The brunette handed the gunman one of the drinks. “It is a party, you know.”

“Because we probably just tacked a good six months of therapy onto the years of it Reno was probably already going to need to be sane?”

“That depends on the type of therapy and I think our little nutcase in in good hands at the moment…literally.” Rod smirked and flicked his eyes toward the large pool in the centre of the room as he took a sip of his drink.

The former mob member followed his friend’s gaze and nearly choked on his own drink before smiling. Rude and Reno -both in only swim trunks- were in the pool, at the far end, while everyone else still seemed to be giving them some space. The large man appeared to be guiding the younger as he attempted a poor breaststroke. While it would look like one partner simply instructing the other to anyone else who watched, the two smirking young men knew better. Rude would not be that physical in instructing anyone else and Reno would not normally allow just anyone to put their hands on him the way Rude was.

The slate-haired man turned to the former gang boss, “Think they’re going to be all right?”

Rod chuckled lightly, “I headed to the changing rooms a minute ago to check on Reno. I, uh, decided to listen at the door for a minute first, just to make sure I didn’t interrupt if Rude was finally talking or if Reno was really upset, you know? Anyway, yeah…from the sounds of it, I’d say they’re going to be just fine.”

“They were talking?” Kilik asked sceptically.

“No, I seemed to miss that part,” countered the brunette with a smirk, “But from what I did hear, I think Rude got Reno on a nice new leash.”

Kilik’s eyes widened slightly before he smirked as well. “No wonder they look so invigorated…you made sure no one else heard, right?”

“Of course,” replied the former gang member. “I’m sure they’ll be more cautious in the future.”

The ex mob guard nodded, “Should we tell the girls?”

Rod snorted, “Are you kidding? Their yaoi-dar probably tells them when a seme and uke finally click into place. They‘re probably planting webcams in their apartments as we speak.”

“That would explain how they knew those two were into each other to begin with,” agreed Kilik as he sipped on his drink. “Think they’ll be satisfied with those two?”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll try to set us up with a couple guys too…”

Kilik sighed, “Great…at least they’ll be distracted with those two for a while.”

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At the pool, Rude smirked lightly as he steadied Reno with one arm and patted the redhead’s back with the other hand. Reno smiled even as he coughed up some water and gripped the arm that was holding him up. Then, the pair moved to the edge of the pool where a couple of drinks were waiting, clearly deciding to take a break for the moment.

“You’re doing well,” commented the brawny man. “You know, we could try doing this somewhere more private in the future. I have a small pool at my place, its motorised to make waves to swim against.”

“Is it heated?” questioned Reno. Once Rude nodded, he grinned; “Oh, good. Maybe I can get some more use out of that bikini thing sometime…you seemed to like it.”

Rude smirked subtly, “Only when there isn’t anyone else around to see you in it.”

“Works for me, yo,” The redhead pulled on one of his partner’s muscular arms, “Come on. I’ve almost got this one.”

The bald man shook his head as he stood and placed a hand on the smaller man’s stomach, the other moving a slender arm as he guided him into the correct position. “A least you’re limber…”

“Hey, pay attention, yo,” Reno teased, “I don’t wanna get harpooned here and the boss man won’t like that in his pool anyway.”

Rude debated dunking the redhead and wondered how many more times he would have to resist the temptation before the lesson was over.
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