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IXI
Sephiroth looked himself over in Reno's shower and could have laughed. He was a fast healer, though at the moment he looked every bit as bruised as the Turk. While he didn't like being interrupted, Sephiroth supposed that the train ride, at least would be nice. A large, comfortable ShinRa private car for his Junon trip.

Yes it was a thrice damned speech, but then again, large, comfortable, private car.

He started down the stairs, to meet up with Reno and what promised to be four rather unhappy Turks. He heard Rude commenting in a somewhat awed voice on the cleanliness of Reno�s kitchen as he stepped off the last stair. Tseng, Reeve and Rude stood in the kitchen, their expressions mirroring that of Reno�s when he�d discovered Sephiroth�s cleaning job the night previous. Scarlet stood in the living room beside the piano; running a manicured finger over the polished surface. She looked up at Sephiroth as he entered the room, a secretive smile flickering about her lips, and as he nodded and uttered a perfunctory greeting her way he saw a flash of something in her blue eyes that made him wonder how much she could discern merely from his and Reno�s appearance that told her about just how well they had �interacted� together. He was saved from any further scrutiny from Scarlet by the sound of his name; he looked up to find Reno pointing at him and the other three turning to look.

"Fucker's got some sorta OCD or something." Reno explained, yawning. "Fuckin thought I walked into the wrong town house when I got home."

Reeve rolled his eyes. "And what time did you get home?"

"Hellif I know when I got ta bed." Reno said, rather honestly as it was questionable how much sleep either of them had gotten.

"Right." Reeve turned and started walking out the other Turks following. "Good news, Sephiroth and bad news, what would you like to hear first?"

�Let�s start the day off the right way,� the General said amiably, moving to perch on the arm of the couch. �Bad news first, please.�

"You will not be traveling to Junon in the private cars. We acquired a great deal of intelligence on this matter-" at this, Scarlet smirked "-and all of the private cars are remanded to be inspected."

Well, there went that fantasy. �I see,� Sephiroth said. �Anything else?�

"We have managed to get you your own room in the train heading to the same ceremony you will be speaking at." Reeve offered a smile that was apologetic and sympathetic.

Reno groaned. "Wonderful, I have to deal wit socialites?"

"We could have you replaced if you like?" Reeve offered, though he didn't seem very happy with the idea of seeing socialites either.

Lighting a cigarette the red head sighed. "Naw, just had other plans. Like sleepin in a nice big room."

"Floor, I'm sorry, Reno."

"I hate you and-"

"-and I am ruining your life. I know." Reeve smirked.

Sephiroth�s lips twitched during the exchange between the redhead and his boss. �The more the merrier, I suppose,� he said with a sigh. �What�s my time frame�when do we leave? And I don�t suppose you could shed some light on exactly what kind of intelligence you gathered?�

"You leave immediately, they are holding the car up for you, you both have a change of clothing and everything you'll need for the next two weeks with you, Reno you'll have your usual side arms and weapons in the trunk."

Reeve pinched his nose. "Apparently you ruffled a few feathers with the organized crime units in Wutai." He started. "Because of the ShinRa war they are having issues getting their businesses going again and Harii has taken it upon himself to strike out at our figurehead. Namely, you."

�Ah.� The mention of the Wutain crime lord brought an image to mind; Sephiroth regretted not having dealt with the man when he�d had the chance. He said after a moment, �Well, I�d hate to be late to give my speech. I suppose we�d best be going.�
He glanced at Reno as he spoke, noting how the Turk�s face was unreadable.
Feeling Scarlet�s eyes boring into the back of his head he stood and retrieved his coat from where it hung over the couch before shrugging it on. His masamune he picked up by the strap of the sheath and strung it over his shoulder. Reno was moving as well, locating things he�d need, and when they were both ready to go they looked expectantly at the rest of the Turks to see if there were any further instructions.

"Let's go." Reeve ordered. "And Reno, try to not look like you've just had rough sex three minutes ago while the speech is going on?"

Tseng rolled his eyes and Rude smirked. It seemed as though this was a common complaint on the red head's appearance.

"Fuck ya'll." Reno drawled out. "I'll shower on the thrice damned train."

Reeve opened his mouth to say something, but chose to remain silent. He seemed happy that Reno and Sephiroth had not yet killed each other, and unwilling to press the issue.

Once they were all crowded within the ebony SUV parked outside, Sephiroth found himself thinking of all the things he�d done in the last twelve hours and how much he�d like to do them again. He was also weary, the lack of sleep from the last few days catching up with him. Reno was anything but conducive to restive behaviour, he thought, smothering a grin. Instead he focused his gaze out the window, trying to ignore the fact that Scarlet, seated next to him, was continuously flicking her enigmatic, intrigued glance his way. The fact that he and Reno were now fuck friends was not really something he wanted the rest of the Turks to know, and he was sure Reno felt the same. He was relieved when Tseng pulled the vehicle into the train station, and he swung open the door as soon as was safely possible and got out.

Reeve and Tseng followed them into the station; Scarlet and Rude remained in the vehicle. At the boarding gate the ticket taker took one look at Sephiroth, visibly paled, and motioned he and Reno onboard. Reno went first; before following Sephiroth turned to the other two Turks.

�You�re absolutely certain there�s nothing else I should know?� He asked quietly. The Turks were notorious for withholding information and dubbing it �confidential�.

Reeve smiled. "Everything else is confidential, General Sephiroth. Rest assured we've taken care of your safety for this trip, no worries."

Confidential, Sephiroth decided, was a word he really didn�t like. He eyed Reeve peevishly before switching his gaze to Tseng, who smiled at him as though he knew something he shouldn�t. Narrowing his eyes, Sephiroth turned and followed Reno onto the train. Onboard he caught sight of the redhead making his way to the rear of the car, and Sephiroth followed. A little girl and her mother were walking towards him; the woman shrank back against the wall of the corridor, drawing her daughter with her. Sephiroth paid them no heed, brushing past without word. Reno had left the door to their car open, and the General stepped inside with an appraising glance. It was roomier than he�d thought�one bunk, which shouldn�t, he thought amusedly, be an issue. Reno was nowhere in sight; the door to the bathroom was closed and he could hear the obvious sounds of the shower from within.

His weariness faded. Reno was in the shower. Would the Turk be adverse to some company? Sephiroth was fairly certain the answer was yes, but had that ever stopped him before? Opening the door, Sephiroth was greeted with a haze of mist. He walked straight to the shower, letting himself look at Reno's silhouette for a moment before throwing the curtain open. Reno looked over his shoulder at the general smirking. There were nail marks on his back and hip, looking redder for the hot water. "Could I help ya?" He asked, barely audible over the water.

�Yes.� Sephiroth said, stripping off his coat and letting it fall into a crumpled heap at his feet. He did the same with his shirt, moved his hands to the fastening of his pants before pausing for a moment. �I�m going to join you.�

Reno smirked, but shook his head. "Bad idea." His voice was still just above a whisper.

�Afraid someone will hear?� the General asked, deft fingers undoing the last of his clothing. He stripped his lower body free and shook his head.
�And here I thought you liked excitement.� He gripped the shower curtain with one hand and placed the other flat against the wall, eyes fixated on Reno�s own. �Trying to stop me will only raise more commotion. Just admit it, Turk. Sex in a shower sounds like fun.�

A wet, warm hand reached out of the shower then, still slick with conditioner and grabbed a hold of the generals, hardening shaft, stroking firmly. "Yeah, it does�" Came the whispered agreement. Three more slow, strong movements of Reno's hand followed. He then rinsed the conditioner off his hand and stepped out into the bathroom. "Maybe later."

Sephiroth stared at Reno for only a moment before shoving him; as the redhead came up hard against the wall Sephiroth slammed both hands flat on the wall on either side of his head. He was quite clearly aroused, the swollen length of him brushing against Reno�s stomach as he leaned in close. �You don�t play fair,� Sephiroth breathed into Reno�s ear, running the tip of his tongue down the Turk�s neck, �so why should I?� His lips came down hard over Reno�s; at the same time he lowered one hand, wrapping his fingers around the Turk�s member, stroking and sliding with slow, purposeful rhythm.

"What was that?!" A young girls' voice yelped after hearing the sound of both Reno and Sephiroth colliding with the wall.

They froze at the voices that continued on.

"Did you SEE that General Sephiroth is here?" The higher pitched one asked.

"Oh is THAT why you are digging out a miniskirt?"

And the giggling.

Reno leaned in, one hand going around Sephiroth's waist and the other sliding between his legs. He bit down on the other man's shoulder, running his tongue up to his neck. His teeth nipped at the general's earlobe. "Looks like you have fans�" he laughed, giving one more soft squeeze before sliding under Sephiroth's arms and looking over his reflection in the mirror.

�Fangirls,� the General amended, disgust dripping from that one word. He turned and leaned back against the wall, knowing that he wasn�t going to get what he wanted. As Reno procured himself a towel Sephiroth shrugged, willing his erection to subside; perhaps discretion was something he should start being more concerned with�his life was certainly complicated enough without his relationship with Reno going public. Reno�s reflection in the mirror smirked at him, indicating that the Turk was very much aware of Sephiroth�s arousal and immensely enjoying the fact that the General was thus being tortured. Sephiroth smiled back, and it wasn�t a nice smile; they were bunking in the same room and had hours yet before reaching their destination. Sex on a train sounded just as much fun as sex in the shower, and he was going to experience one or the other.

He turned then, stepping into the shower and pulling the curtain shut behind him. He worked the faucets until he was bathed in water�cold water. Cold enough that it stole his breath and made every muscle in his body stiffen, but also cold enough that he could feel his desire subside. He could still here the chatter of the girls in the next compartment, though their chatter was now rendered unintelligible by the sound of the shower. He almost sighed; it looked like he wouldn�t be leaving the compartment at all during this particular voyage.

When he walked out of the shower, Sephiroth was greeted with Reno, sprawled out on his bunk. He was shirtless, still damp from his shower. The pants he had on hung from his hips. Showing off the "V" shape, if they were any lower, he would also see dark red hair. He was picking his nails clean with a butterfly knife, a smirk on his face.

�I suppose if I want to sleep, I�ll be doing so on the floor?� Sephiroth asked, though sleep was quite possibly the farthest thing from his mind.

"Naw man." Reno sat up and proved Sephiroth correct, a slight line of dark red hair was now visible just over his pants-line. "You're tha general." He started playing with the knife, looking about the room. It clicked in his hands, open, closed, open closed.

"So, for dinner tonight, how should I get a general's attention?" The girl's voice asked from the other room.

Reno smiled wickedly.

Sephiroth made a noise that was half sigh, half snarl. He sat down on the bed next to Reno moved to the very edge, next to the wall, before lying down. He threw one arm over his eyes and the other over his chest before saying to Reno, �I�m not, under any circumstances, leaving this compartment. I�ll starve first.�

Sephiroth could feel the closed knife sliding down the center of his chest, to his stomach, and then there was a flip sound. At the slight scratch on his stomach, Sephiroth froze. "Oh come on, it's not that bad�" There was a pop then, and Sephiroth felt the button of his pants snap off. Once again there was a flip sound and the closed blade traveled back up Sephiroth's chest.

He lifted his arm so he could look at the Turk. As he�d suspected, Reno�s smirk was present. He watched as the butterfly knife wandered a path around his right nipple; the sensation of cold metal against his flesh was a pleasant, stimulating one. The knife trailed back down, slipping within the waistline of his now ruined pants but then retreating before touching anything of significance. Sephiroth, feeling his libido rise once again, shifted his eyes to Reno�s own and said bluntly, �You know, this really isn�t helping the fact that I very badly want to fuck you.�

Reno smiled then, flashing white teeth. He leaned down then, brushing his lips against Sephiroth's ear. "I wouldn't think that it would." The knife flipped open again, the flat of the blade gently scratched against his side before flipping closed. His tongue traced the curve of the general's ear. A low growl made its way from Reno's throat, but he said nothing else.

Sephiroth lay still under Reno�s assault, the only movement the slow blinking of his eyes and the pulse at his throat. He could have lunged for the redhead, could have rolled on top of him and done what he wanted; instead he chose to lay still, submissive, and let the Turk have his fun. Wouldn�t do to be greedy �

Reno rolled then, his knees up on either side of Sephiroth's chest, giving the general a wonderful view of that dark hair he'd been a bit fixated upon. Taking Sephiroth's momentary compliance, he hauled up on the other man's wrists. The leather burned for a second. When he tried to lift his arms, it was then that the great general realized he'd been tied to the headboard�

� by Reno's belt.

Well, this was something new. He cocked an eyebrow at the Turk, testing the leather as he did so; Reno had fastened it so that even he would have a hard time of breaking free. Finally he fell still, his eyes on Reno�s, and asked, �Now what?�

In response, Reno kissed the side of Sephiroth's neck, barely brushing his mouth against the skin; he kissed down lower, just touching the other man's collar bone. Reno took his time, kissing down in an excruciatingly slow pace. He would suck in a breath, chilling the skin before his warm mouth covered the spot, lingering barely long enough to feel. Once his mouth reached Sephiroth's pant line, Reno flicked his tongue out against the hipbone.

Sephiroth�s heart was racing; his arousal was evident through the fabric of his pants. Reno ran gentle, teasing fingers over the telltale bulge while his tongue darted along the line of his hips. One hand tugged the waistline of his pants down, exposing inch by inch more skin for his mouth to roam over, making warm, moist trails that he then cooled with a soft slip of breath. Sephiroth jerked involuntarily as Reno�s fingers, working the hardened length of him through the fabric, closed over him tightly before releasing. He pulled on the belt, wanting to touch, wanting to sink himself into the Turk until he was breathless from release. The leather around his wrists held, and Reno�s torture began anew.

Reno straddled the general's chest again, working at the belt, loosening it for a moment, to perhaps move about. Before he could get the strap retightened however, there was a knock on the door.

Reno growled, looking at the door as though hate alone would kill the person knocking. He got up, scooping his shirt off the chair and grabbing his gun, he drew the curtain around the bed and cracked the door, and proceeded to tell whomever was knocking that the general was sleeping and that if he wanted to keep his innards from the light of day he would never knock again.

As Reno moved to the door, Sephiroth jerked hard on the leather belt, succeeding in working one wrist free. As Reno spoke to the person at the door he got his other wrist free, and he quickly coiled the length of the belt in his hand. When Reno turned to face him again, he was standing beside the bed, pants undone and hanging haphazardly low on his hips. He asked as though he weren�t half naked with a prominent erection in a car on a train, �Who was that?�

"Someone who works on the train." Reno responded, looking Sephiroth over. "Wanted ta know if ya wanted dinner, and prolly wanted yer autograph."

As Sephiroth saw it, he had two choices: jump Reno�and he would have to jump Reno in order for anything to happen, he knew�or nonchalantly ignore the fact that he wanted nothing more than to give Reno the wildest fuck of his life. He chose the latter option, for in doing so he hoped to maintain some semblance of his dignity. Still holding the belt, he flopped back down onto the bed, crossed his arms under his head, and said, �I think I�m going to get some sleep.�

Red eyebrows lifted in shock, and then Reno smirked.

"Alright!" the girl's voice announced. "Time to go bag me a general at lunch!" The giggling left the next room then, and Reno visibly watched the walls as the sounds faded away.

"I wasn't quite done with you." Reno said lowly. "You just can't stay put and listen for the life of you, can you?"

�My patience and control have a limit, Turk,� Sephiroth said, and the thickness of his tone belied the state of arousal he was currently trying to eliminate. But he relaxed his position as Reno approached, and the Turk could read and recognize the lust in the General�s eyes. When Reno crawled back up on the bed, straddling him again, he propped himself up on his elbows and with an upward flick of his eyes proceeded to nibble a trail from Reno�s collarbone to the lowest part of his navel.

Reno hissed in a breath, arching his back to the other man's mouth. "Oh do they now?" He gripped at Sephiroth's wrists again, meaning to retie the general to the bed. Sephiroth, anticipating this, reversed Reno�s hold, fingers closing around the Turk�s arms. He heaved up and to the side, unbalancing the redhead, and as Reno toppled he swiftly rolled on top. Knees clamped securely on either side of the Turk�s thighs he held him there while he twined the belt around his wrists and then fastening them in turn to the wall. When Reno was bound he reared back and watched for a moment as Reno jerked ineffectually at the bindings. When blue eyes narrowed into a glare sent his direction, Sephiroth produced his own smirk before moving his hands to the fastening of Reno�s pants. He undid them deftly and tugged them down before dipping low and taking the length of Reno into his mouth.

Reno made what was a mix between a whimper and a moan, rocking his hips up and tugging on the headboard. It settled to a growling groan. Reno was obviously not used to being restrained or held down, he bucked again.

The General�s mouth soon had Reno rock hard; he set a slow, languorous rhythm, taking Reno deep into his mouth and then sliding back. He continued this until Reno�s breathing became uneven, and then he crawled upwards slowly, paving his way with his tongue and teeth, nipping at Reno�s nipples and tugging at them, releasing them only to do the same again. By the time his mouth found Reno�s his own erection was straining against the fabric of his pants; he fell to his elbows and ground himself against the Turk, a sound of absolute pleasure leaving him. He broke their kiss, bucking his hips into Reno�s, and asked in a harsh whisper, �You want this?�

Reno's heart thudded in his chest. He growled, "What do you think?"

Sephiroth's mouth found Reno's ear, running his tongue along the shell of it he chuckled. "I think I want you to tell me what you want."

Teeth tugged on Reno's ear and once again, and Sephiroth's hand settled in between the Turk's legs. Reno made a strangled sound and tugged at the belt again. The other man's hand was harsh, and it just stopped before pressure built up enough to push Reno over, sliding his hip and over his thighs earning a shiver. "S�stop teasing." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"That's not very specific�" Once again the general's hand stroked at Reno, firm, fast movements earned another throaty growl. He stopped then, smirking at the expression on the red head's face. "I could do this all day you know�"

Reno was panting; he pulled again at his arms and squirmed from under Sephiroth. "You're a jackass; I'm going to get you for this."

Sephiroth's mouth slid down Reno's body again, tongue flicking over areas that were desperate for release. He couldn't help but smile at the whimper that left Reno's mouth. "I should just leave you like this till you learn to ask nicely." Sephiroth leaned back, very much enjoying the image that lay before him.

Reno growled low in his chest, the sound fairly impressive for his thin frame.

"Are you going to behave?" Sephiroth asked, victorious.

Reno was snarling still, but he nodded.

Once again Sephiroth slid himself against the Turk, groaning at the strained pressure. "Did you want this?"

Reno tried to bite back the whimper he made, but didn't quite succeed. "Yes." He said quietly.

That one word contained all the justification Sephiroth needed. He laved a path back down the Turk�s body with questing tongue and teeth, noting the hitch in Reno�s breath and the catch in his own. His lips closed softly and carefully over the tip of Reno�s shaft even as his fingers worked at divesting the Turk of his clothing. When Reno was nude Sephiroth rose to his knees, leaving Reno as hard and throbbing as he himself was. The Turk glowered at him; revelling in the fact that he was the teaser and not the teased, Sephiroth arched an eyebrow. �How bad did you want it?�

The Turk's eyes were narrowed in what was a mixture of anger, indignity and total need for release. When he spoke it was tempered with pants. "If I wasn't tied down right now, you'd damn well know." He tugged a bit at the straps then, to accentuate his point.

Sephiroth was enjoying Reno�s discomfiture. Really enjoying it. He bent and licked again Reno�s swollen length once more, keeping, rolling back his eyes to keep them fixed on the Turk�s face as he did so. Reno made an infuriated, desperate sound; Sephiroth slithered off of Reno and the bed and made a beeline for Reno�s bag which lay near the bathroom door. He rifled around in it impatiently for a few seconds before throwing an inquisitive glance over his shoulder, the meaning clear�where is it?

"Right pocket." Reno responded, tugging again and growling. Reno's mind was obviously working on things that he could do to Sephiroth as payback for this.

Sephiroth smiled, a satisfied curving of the lips. He looked where Reno directed, his fingers closing over the small tube of lubrication before he came to his feet and swiftly returned to the bed. He straddled the Turk again easily, smile widening when he saw how flushed Reno was; deftly removing the cap, he lathered his fingers in the cool substance before running that hand over Reno. The new sensation of his coated fingers made the Turk shift wildly; a moment later slick fingers delved and stroked, and a moment after that they both caught their breaths as Sephiroth eased himself into Reno with agonizing slowness.

The sound that Reno made was a deep rather guttural moan, and none too quiet. He didn't seem to care, at the moment, and purred with the general's entry, bucking his hips up. The General groaned as the movement drew him even further inside, dropping his head to bite at the flesh of Reno�s chest. He rocked his hips, slowly at first before setting a steady, even tempo; the fluid penetration and withdrawal had him breathing in pants. He covered Reno�s mouth was his, his tongue seeking entry and when it was granted the kiss became hard, fierce, mirroring the almost frenzied joining of their bodies. Sephiroth bit down to smother a sound of absolute, unadulterated bliss as Reno�s body clenched around him, driving him to the brink.

Reno came hard; his deep voice making a wordless gasp that was no where near discretely quiet. A second tremor hit his body and he sighed.

"Did you hear that?" The high pitched voice asked from the other room.

"�looks like someone's got your general." The other girl teased. "He's got one hell of a voice�"

Reno rolled his eyes.

Sephiroth, coming a mere heartbeat after Reno, had rolled off the Turk quickly, making an aggravated sound at the bantering of the fangirls. His irritation faded when he turned his head to look at Reno, whose chest rose and fell as quickly as his own in the aftermath of their joining. �One hell of a voice,� he echoed, amused. Reno snorted, and the General laid his head back down, sighing in deep satisfaction.

Maybe this trip wouldn�t be such a waste after all.

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