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IXI
Sephiroth came awake slowly, pleasantly, as memories of sensations made hazy by sleep flowed through his mind. Eyes framed by pale lashes blinked sleepily once, twice, and then opened completely. The first thing he saw brought a smile to his face, the curving of his lips both satisfied and content. Reno lay on his back next to him, one arm flung over his eyes and the other draped across his bare chest. The bed�s sole dark blue sheet was twisted and twined around the Turk�s lower body, which was, Sephiroth mused, why he had half-woken several times in the night feeling cold. The General�s smile widened as Reno shifted in his sleep, an unintelligible murmur escaping his lips. Dark imprints of teeth were apparent along Reno�s pale neck and they trailed down his chest and to other, lower places � Sephiroth propped himself up on one arm and leaned in close to Reno, planting a kiss directly on the Turk�s lips to act as a wake up call. He leaned back against his pillow and watched as the Turk came awake.

He made a wordless groaning sound before the arm over his eyes moved. A blue eye tested the brightness in the room. "Mpfs�" He rolled over then onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow. Red hair dropped over his shoulder.
Lazily Reno opened his eyes and looked Sephiroth up and down. He smirked, "Mornin."
�You�re a blanket hog,� Sephiroth told him archly, reaching out to tug on the stray strands of he Turk�s hair. When Reno merely smiled, Sephiroth lifted himself so that their faces were a hairsbreadth apart. He saw himself reflected in the vivid blue of Reno�s gaze seconds before he initiated a kiss. His mouth opened beneath Reno�s own after a moment, their tongues meeting and parting in almost rhythmic timing. His hand strayed to Reno�s neck and then over his shoulders to the center of his back, pressing the Turk closer. He wanted to feel flesh against his flesh, to feel the pulse and the heartbeat and to know that they raced for him.
Reno pushed forward, growling at the blanket that was indeed tangled around his legs and hindering the movement that he wanted to make. A rough kick finally freed one leg and then the Turk rolled on top of Sephiroth, mouth over his and one leg still wrapped up.
A hand stretched down Sephiroth's chest, over his stomach and lower, stroking in a soft, lazy motion. The General�s breath hitched in his throat as Reno�s fingers traced soft, teasing paths in perilously low regions; he could feel Reno�s lips curve against his own and knew that the Turk was amused. He brought his own hands up and raked his nails down Reno�s exposed chest; as a small shiver racked the redhead�s spine his hands slid over Reno�s waist and then to his back before going lower, cupping his ass and pulling him closer. The grinding sensation made them both gasp, Reno lifting his head momentarily; Sephiroth nipped at the exposed pulse point and the laved a hot trail down to Reno�s nipples with his tongue.
One of Reno's hands found Sephiroth's hip and the other grabbed his hand, throwing the arm above the general's head. The kiss was hard, deep and Reno thrust his hips forward growling into Sephiroth's mouth. The hand at his hip slid down, between Sephiroth and the sheets, teasing at him. Reno knew that there had been something pressing that Sephiroth had to do today, and for the life of him, he did not really care at this point.
Sephiroth didn�t care, either. In fact he was ready to happily spend the rest of his day and night and following day indulging in all manners of sexual exploration with the Turk. Reno�s fingers worked the hardened length of him beneath the sheet, driving him wild, and he bit at Reno�s lips, at his chin and his neck as pleasure untamed clawed its way up through him, desperate for release�
The phone began to ring.
The plethora of curse words that left Reno's mouth were all at once aggravated, extraordinarily blasphemous and more than likely, physically impossible. The hand that had been holding Sephiroth's let go. Reno slid up the General, straddling his chest and reached for the nightstand. While he could open the drawer and the tube that he had wanted to get anyway, the phone was out of his reach.
With no other recourse, the Turk pushed the stand over.
The phone made an indignant, strangled sort of noise as it toppled to the ground. It continued to ring, the sound now abrasive. Sephiroth, eyeing Reno and still breathing somewhat fast in the wake of Reno�s touch, said unhelpfully, �My PHS is in my pants.� He pushed himself up on his elbows and continued, albeit with obvious reluctance, �We should be going, anyway. Train to catch.�
Reno�s hands on his shoulders pushed him swiftly back down. Head back on the pillow, staring up at the Turk, he amended, �Or maybe we don�t.�
Reno growled into his neck, his hand traced down Sephiroth's chest, over his stomach and grabbed a hold of his shaft, rubbing in a slow, relaxed motion. A moment later his mouth followed the path of his hand, tongue sliding down and nipping at his hip.
The General stopped breathing for a moment, and then resumed. And then promptly stopped again as Reno�s mouth roamed in very close proximity to where his hands were currently engaged. He tried to say something, gasped, tried again, and then bit his lip on a moan of absolute, unadulterated pleasure. Reno�s hands not only worked magic on the keys of pianos but on other things, as well. Unable to clamp down this time on the wave of bliss rising within him, he tried best he could to utter a warning, �I-I�m going to ��
Reno's mouth replaced his hand then, purring deep in his throat. His hand traveled lower, down between the general's legs. Sephiroth hadn't noticed the other man open the tube he'd retrieved from the dresser, but the following sensation told him Reno obviously had. Slick fingers delved and caressed; lips and tongue did torturously slow things to him. He fought back the inevitable as best he could, wanting to endure this sensation, this rush of pure feeling, but finally his entire body stiffened before shudders crawled up and down his spine and a groaning hiss escaped his throat.
Sephiroth relaxed, breathing heavily for a moment before Reno rose to his knees and slid himself into the general with a throaty groan. He fell forward, arms on either side of Sephiroth's chest. His arms shook, hands fisting on the sheet before each thrust. Beneath him Sephiroth�s body rose to meet the rhythm he set, one of the General�s hands tightly gripping the same sheet, the other pressing hard against the small of Reno�s back to intensify the pressure, to increase their contact. Their lips met hard, fierce, biting at each other as they worked each other to a frenzy. The slick, tight feel of Reno moving in and out of him gave birth to a sound of animalistic lust, but Sephiroth choked it down, instead channelling all he felt into the open-mouthed kiss shared between them. This was what he had wanted, all he had needed, this almost violent, frantic penetration and withdrawal, this twining of limbs slick with a slight sheen of sweat. Once again Sephiroth felt the climax stirring within him; he bit at Reno�s lips, nibbled them as the tide rose and grew.
He let go, muscles tightening and his mouth against Reno's. His climax pushed the Turk over the edge and Reno bit down on Sephiroth's shoulder, tensing above him before falling to his chest, heart beating strong. For long moments they lay thus, intertwined, entangled; their breathing, fast and strong, was the only sound in the stillness of the room. Eventually Sephiroth nudged Reno. �Deadweight,� he said with a smile.
Reno snorted, the sound muffled as his face was buried between Sephiroth�s neck and shoulder; the exhale of air shivered against the General�s skin. The Turk lazily shifted, raised his head and blowing a stray piece away from his face. Sephiroth watched him open his mouth to speak�
And another phone rang�by the obnoxiously cheerful tone of the ring, it was a PHS. And it was coming not from somewhere outside the room. Sephiroth�s brows drew together in a frown as he tried to remember just where his pants were. Reno grumbled, sliding back and getting up on his knees to stretch. It was then he heard a pounding on his door. "Aww fuck'n hells." He jumped off the bed and grabbed his clothes out of a drawer. "Hurry the shit up or you're gonna deal wit four pissy Turks."
So much for staying in bed all day.
Sephiroth pondered, only for an instant, what expression the four pissy Turks would wear if they were to perchance traipse upstairs and find a very naked General lying in the midst of Reno�s twisted, tangled sheets. Reno glanced his way at that moment, and perhaps catching a glimpse of what Sephiroth was thinking as the idea brought a small smile to the General�s face, the redhead shook his head with a scowl. Resigned, Sephiroth pulled himself out of bed, wincing at muscles seldom used that protested from the previous night of debauchery. Reno pulled on his clothes with blinding speed before leaving the room; Sephiroth quickly dressed as well. He heard Reno greeting his comrades below, and locating his pants draped half in and half out of the room he moved to retrieve them. Below a voice said his name in inquiry, and quickly donning the rest of his clothes he hurried downstairs to see what on earth was wrong now.
IXI
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