Happy Birthday was made for you

Every sound Rude makes, every shift of the muscles under the thin cotton shirt that separates them, is picked up by Reno and he takes them all as gifts. These are his birthday presents, the ones that blow everything else out of the water, getting to hear Rude break down even an inch.

The growl falters, the huff of breath in the stillness of the truck and the creak of leather tells him that he's making headway on pulling down all the walls Rude's got built around him. He wants to see Rude unleashed, wants to see him cut loose, wants to hear more of these noises that are touching him as surely as his own hand was a moment ago.

He ignores the warnings, pushes forward heedless of the danger to wring every bit of sound he can out of this normally silent force. Rude's voice shakes and then that moan......gods, Reno is sure he could cum in his pants right there if he could just get a little friction to accompany that noise.

He tugs on his hands again and forces himself to relinquish Rude's ear for a moment but not for any safety reasons. He isn't even aware they're drifting; his mind is too addled to concentrate on unimportant things like Rude parking them in someone's living room when there's that noise playing on repeat in his head and a throb in his pants that's driving him insane.

"Lemme go, Rude," he growls against Rude's cheek, a note of irritation behind it that would remind anyone else that Rude isn't the only hardened killer in this vehicle. Even as he says the words, Reno isn't sure he means them.

No one else has ever driven him this nuts, made him feel this good without doing anything or frustrated him so much with nothing more than their voice and a few well placed touches. Rude hasn't even actually grabbed his dick yet and that simple fact should amaze Reno if he could think properly enough.


Rude lets his eyes drift closed behind the sunglasses as the insidious barrage of tongueplay continues, his hips coming up a near centimeter in response. His body settles again when Reno finally pulls the tongue back into his mouth, and rude is jarred by the crunch of loose gravel under his wheels.

His eyes snap open and he veers back to the lane, swerving in overcompensation. His lip curls back into a feral snarl when Reno growls and his hand tightens. "No," he rumbles back, and the wolves snap at each other's throats in their voices.

From then, every advance made by Reno is met with a jerk of the steering wheel to swerve and knock him away, and rude now holds those hands against the ceiling of the cab, the illusion of bondage in the cramped space.

When he finally slows on his street, he jerks Reno's hands back down and forces him to shift the gear as needed to park it in the driveway. He looks around somewhat nervously; Reno has never been to his house before. Rude is a very different man in his house than he is at work, or even in public, and he hopes he can either stave that off enough to appease his partner, or that Reno will accept it if he lets slip.

he hasn't let anyone this close to him, physically or through habits, since he was a child. A quick glance after parking shows that Reno's gift is on the floor of the passenger side. Reno doesn't have his car here, which means Rude will be driving him home or to work. that can stay there for now.

His eyes finally lift to meet Reno's, though still protected by shades, and the wild flash in that deep hard blue steals his breath once more. Rude bites his tongue a moment in the silence, listening to their breath mingling between them, before he pulls Reno toward him by the wrists and lays awkward lips against that beautifully etched jaw line.

"I needed you to behave," he whispers, the primal note still in his tone but frosted over with something almost pleading, "I... I didn't want to kill us coming here, because it... I can't take my eyes off you even if I try."

A tinge of apology drips over even the pleading, and Rude finally releases those hands before ducking out of his truck and slamming it shut behind him, stalking to his front door and fumbling for his keys again. Something in his id snarls with impatience, while his superego tries its very best to hold the beast down.

He can still smell Reno on his hand, on his shirt, in his imagination, and the key shakes enough to give hi thirty seconds of aggravation before he can finally fit it into his lock.


Reno growls again at the refusal to release him and he tugs in earnest at his wrists before he finds them pinned to the roof of the cab instead. It stretches him in a way that makes him feel oddly vulnerable even in the safety of Rude's truck and he struggles lamely for a few seconds until he decides he simply isn't willing to get them killed while driving.

He settles instead for just staring hard at Rude for the rest of the drive, memorizing every feature all over again in a new light. Rude's jaw is set in stone and his eyes are locked on the road as he drives. Reno wishes they were locked on him instead but at least he got Rude's attention for a while.

He licks his lips to grab the last of the taste he's now being kept from and every few minutes he tugs again on his wrists just to feel the grip tighten around them.

He looks out the windshield as the truck pulls into a small driveway and for the first time Reno gets to see where Rude lives. It's a nice little place in a small suburb, quiet and tucked back away from the rest of the city. The yard is immaculate in a way that marks it as very much Rude's place and even the small boxwood bushes by the door are kept trimmed and neat.

He turns back to Rude and it all seems fitting that this is the sort of nice place his partner would live. It's nothing at all like Reno's own apartment. It's not a bad little place but it's not a house either. Reno grunts when he's pulled down suddenly and he's close enough to just make out the outline of dark lashes behind the bald man's glasses even in the dark.

He offers a half surprised and half needy noise when Rude lunges forward to kiss his jaw line. It feels nothing like anything Reno's ever experienced before. He can feel the harsh scrape of Rude's goatee as it catches against the stubble of his own chin and Rude's lips are softer than Reno expected.

The brush of skin against skin stops Reno short and he freezes as Rude's voice wafts up to him. He's never heard any sort of plea from his partner before, even when the big man has been badly wounded, he's always taken it with his usual stoic silence, so hearing that note of apology and request from Rude leaves Reno hovering silently on his knees.

His mind has only begun to process the words Rude is say when the grip on his hands is suddenly gone, as is the heat of breath on his skin. The door slams shut as Reno opens the eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed and he watches in something like mute shock as Rude walks to the front door. I can't take my eyes off you even if I try.

Reno murmurs the words as he watches Rude pull out his keys and a hint of smile ghosts over his face until his body reminds him that he's not done yet. Reno throws off the seatbelt and hops out of the truck, sauntering up behind Rude the best he can considering the extreme discomfort of maintaining an erection this long.

He looks around, falling easily into the more instinctual behaviors of his years of training, and even though there's no reason to, he's checking for possible threats.

Reno follows the larger form as it disappears into the house, checking behind him one last time before slipping in. He hears the door click shut behind him and Reno turns in the spot. He needs to feel those lips on him again.

Reno slams his hands on either side of Rude's body and leans in, entirely invading Rude's personal space and placing his lips close to Rude's jaw. He hesitates a second as the sobriety of being in Rude's house for the first time hits him but it isn't quite enough to prevent being over run by the need in his pants and he decides he NEEDS to hear that voice again.

"Ya still want me behavin'?" he whispers against Rude's skin. His voice fairly drips with challenge. You think you can get away with what you did in the truck? Think I'm going to just be good? Try me.

Rude leaves his door open for Reno to enter, closing and locking it behind him. He tries to lock it three times in a row as quickly as possible before it catches Reno's notice. The small foyer is tiled and painted in white, giving way to a small dove-grey hallway in thick carpet and bare walls, and beyond that hall, there is a glimpse of an expanse of living room stealing the same sort of carpet.

Rude's entire house is stark and, though comfortably furnished, oddly unsettling in its shades of grey and white. His furniture, his appliances are black, throwing edges and points into the soft muted atmosphere. The kitchen is a sleek press of black and glinting steel, and further down the hallway, all the doors are closed.

Rude no sooner turns and reaches to turn on the hall light before Reno pins him, blocking him from his action. Out of instinct he flinches back, arms coming up at first to push away the intrusion, but the purring voice at his jaw stays his defense. His eyes close again, behind the sunglasses, and he relaxes slightly against the wall.

The beast in the base of his mind snaps and tugs at its chain, suggesting terrible things to say and do, and Rude's hands come up of their own volition to grip Reno's waist. He hears the challenge, the taunt and tease in that voice, feels the breath up the side of his face and his own body responds, shivering and pushing a quiet groan up his throat.

"Yes," he whispers back. The detached observer in his mind points out with a slight note of pride that this is the first time he's ever said this word to Reno. So formal and final. It almost feels as if he's agreeing to much more than a night of... whatever it will be. His hands trail around to Reno's back, sliding up to feel planes of bone and muscle beneath the shirt that seems to scream almost as much indecency as a bare chest would.

"Yes," he repeats, hissing this time, enjoying the taste of it on his tongue, and (grab it and pull) his fingers wind themselves snugly in the mess of hair and the nape of Reno's neck, tugging his head backward enough to give Rude a chance to return the earlier favor by tasting that tiny gleaming hoop he's caught himself staring at more often than not while trying to concentrate on paperwork.

awkward with his tongue, though, Rude skips the delicate fencing, opting instead to bite gently at it like a horse's bit and suck until he can capture the faint tang of foreign skin inside his mouth. His free hand whips back to grip one of Reno's wrists again, pulling it above his own head, and the beast in his mind unfurls a smile full of fangs and lust.

"Because you need to learn to control yourself," he scolds heatedly against the cup of that delicate ear, though something in his voice makes it sound less like a parent and more like... the part of himself he's never let anyone see. The part of his mind that took over to train him, so long ago, only with his id clinging along the edge of it.