Happy Birthday was made for you

When he's satisfied that his hand is clean, Rude tucks the tissue into his pocket and reaches to cradle Reno again. Something in his expression looks troubled, maybe even angry when he deciphers Reno's words.

Even as he considers Reno a deity in his own right when it comes to beauty and desire, it occurs to him that he shouldn't expect people to treat this deity any differently than they treat the intangible ones- to pray only to meet their own needs, to believe only when they feel it would benefit them or make them feel better. Nobody knows- even Reno- that Rude is a quietly religious man.

He prays to his patron god with no expectations or reasons beyond his own faith. He isn't a good man by any stretch of the imagination, doesn't expect to see anything better than Ifrit's lowest pits when he dies, but it's a habit he takes comfort in, and beliefs that make him feel less than freakish.

A thumb whispers across Reno's face to touch the edge of his grin while Rude decides not to answer yet. The roil of upset fades away from Rude's features, and he gives the sweat-slicked forehead a tentative kiss. His other hand trails up the surprisingly soft skin of Reno's arm, hooking two fingers under the silk of the tie at his wrists.

"Why should I untie you?" Rude asks quietly, the curiosity unwavering. "I never asked you to do anything for me, beyond going to dinner." A hint of a smile twitches at the corner of Rude's mouth and he stands, scooping Reno up against him and glancing toward the hallway to his room. "Give me a better reason and I'll think about it."


Reno's grin falters the slightest bit at the trouble look that hangs across Rude's brow. He hadn't thought his asking to return the favor would be seen as a bad thing, he'd always made sure his lovers had gotten theirs before he left if for no other reason than to maintain his reputation, but the look on his partner's face was telling a different story and for a moment worry gnaws at him that he'd somehow offended Rude.

He mulls over why in the world anyone would turn down being given physical pleasure when they'd just given it with so much talent and selflessness. The touch against his face is soft, more openly purely affectionate than anything Reno had seen from Rude before and it stills him enough to realize that it's not him that Rude is upset with. Reno isn't sure who or what memory had sparked this unhappiness but it strikes him as odd none the less. Maybe Rude had been through bad lovers who never offered to give back?

Reno had certainly been with some women that he'd not cum with and after they were satisfied, they didn't seem to give a damn if he was. Maybe Rude had come across the same thing? The anger slips away and Rude's brow un-furrows before he leans in and kisses Reno's forehead. The redhead freezes, confusion written on his face as Rude pulls away.

One eyebrow comes up and he stares quizzically at the older Turk, unsure of how to handle the gesture. He'd been kissed before but not like that, not that gentle or lovingly, at least, not that he'd allowed from others and certainly not as a reaction to an offer of sexual favors.

Rude's question is met with Reno's eyebrow going a little higher and he's about to answer with "Because it's going to be hard to suck your dick and shove my finger in your ass with my hands tied " but Rude cuts him off with such a simple statement of fact that Reno has a moment of brain freeze. I never asked you to do anything for me, beyond going to dinner.

Reno wants to argue it, wants to say that no one gives sexual favors where they don't imply that it's expected in return but there's a quiet stated logic in Rude's words that Reno knows aren't bullshit. Rude uses words so seldom that he manages to pack a world of meaning into what IS said and when he says something, he means it. Rude had invited him out to dinner, nothing more.

It was really Reno that invited the rest and it becomes starkly clear that Rude does not have any selfish meaning behind any of this. Reno would think that his partner is doing this all as nothing more than a favor to him if it weren't for the fact that he's obviously very turned on by the whole thing too. The whole revelation leaves him blinking up at Rude mutely, trying to figure out how to react to someone treating him like this, until he finds himself suddenly hefted into Rude's arms.

He grunts at the lift, finding himself pressed against a broad strong chest where he can more fully absorb the scent of Rude, and he should be content to stay there save that just enough of his brazen drunkenness wakes to remind him that guys don't get carried around bridal style with their pants around their knees. It's terribly undignified. If he's going to be carried with his pants around his knees in a drunken stupor then Rude should be carting him over one shoulder the way any guy would expect.

"H-HEY! Rude! Put me the fuck down, man." Reno struggles against the grip locked around his shoulders and knees but there's little if any give there and Rude's unsympathetic response to his request to be untied holds just enough tease in it to let Reno know in no uncertain terms that he's not getting untied anytime soon. This only serves to renew his squirming in Rude's arms as he strains to regain some of his dignity by being allowed to stumble drunkenly to Rude's room all on his own.


"Shh," is all Rude really offers him at this point. People may underestimate Reno, think he's weak or maybe clumsy for all his drinking, but Rude knows better. And Rude is still stronger by far. His arms weave a little to keep Reno in his grip, much like a skilled juggler with an armful of kittens, and he even gets a faceful of hair at some point- shampoo sweat air Reno- before he finally starts toward his room.

He nearly stumbles, though, upon further struggles from the redhead, and with an annoyed grunt, heaves him over a broad shoulder. Rude startles slightly when he realizes this puts that perfect behind within centimeters of his face, but instead of dropping his cargo or losing his balance, he merely stops a moment and rests the flat of one palm over the cheek closest to his face. "Stop thrashing or I swear on Odin's steed I'll do it," he rumbles, needing to give no further explanation to his threat.

When he finally makes it to his room and opens the door, the air comes out cooler and gives a faint tattle of incense. Reno is hauled back off Rude's shoulder and laid with substantially more care on the bed. This room is just as stark as the rest of the house, though in blues and grays rather than black and white. The bed is very neatly made, almost as if it's never been slept in as long as Rude's lived, though it lacks dust.

The cover underneath Reno is a strange plush sort of cotton, almost like a velvet but too rough to be so, in a deep midnight sort of blue with almost invisible tufts of silver in the threading. The pillows and other furniture are black, and the carpet is grey, but the walls are a nearly sky-bright blue. The only decoration is a large, intricate painting of the Leviathan in a corner, and a small dresser arranged with a few candles underneath the frame.

Rude crawls onto the bed over Reno, almost nose to nose, and spreads his fingers over the silk tie once more. The brief sensations of conquest and courage are quelled by the look on Reno's face, and Rude suddenly worries that maybe this isn't where his partner wants to be after all. Drunk can bring a man to many interesting levels, but most of them lack permanence- maybe Reno is finally sobering up, and couldn't feel any differently than Rude does about the situation if he actively tried.

He closes his eyes behind the shades and sighs, lifting his head to give Reno's face a little more space. "What do you want now, Reno?" He can't help the small thread of apprehension in his voice- there seems to be a lot he can't help around this man, but if Reno wants him to, he'll find a way.

The soft shushing of Rude's voice does little to calm the angry redhead and Reno continues to thrash in his attempts to get free until his struggles finally convince Rude that carrying him this way might not be the best idea. Reno starts to smile smugly when his feet hit the ground but it's a brief moment before he finds Rude's shoulder in his gut and his weight now draped down his partner's back.

He grunts hard when hefted this way and tries to find purchase with is bound hands against Rude's back, but the large flat palm against his cheek is enough of a threat to still him instantly. Reno's eyes narrow and he stares at Rude's back as if the man could see him. "You wouldn't fuckin' dare....." The growl in his voice matches Rude's own and promises that retribution would be sought at some point should Rude attempt such a thing right now but he stays quiet none the less.

Reno lets his eyes roam over the expanse of muscle and ink that he'd admired partially before, satisfying himself for the moment in the easy fascination that looking at Rude's tattoos while alcohol laced blood rushes to his head can bring him. The ink warps itself around Rude's torso several times, the outlined coils of a large sea serpent that had never finished seeing color on its scales.

The upper shoulders show that the attempt had been made but not finished and Reno has to wonder what stopped Rude from getting it done all the way. It wasn't the pain, that much he's sure of, he's seen Rude take blows to the face without a flinch, so he settles on the idea that maybe Rude just ran out of time and has been too busy to finish. Even he can't bring himself to fully believe that though. Rude isn't the type to just quit on something once he'd committed to it enough to have it written on his flesh.

Reno can feel the change in air temperature and he watches their progress through the room as the carpet slides away behind Rude's feet. The blood drain is starting to become dizzying when Rude finally uprights him and then lays him on a bed. Reno's eyes dart around the room and he shifts a little nervously at first. He's been on plenty of foreign beds before, but this is Rude's bed, in Rude's room and that means two things: Reno is getting to see something extremely private and things are about to go a lot farther than the couch.

Both aspects make a flutter in the lower parts of his stomach and he feels a little like he's spying on something he shouldn't be as his eyes dart around the room, taking in everything. He notes the leviathan painting and puts two and two together enough to realize who the serpent on Rude's back is. It only raises more of a question on why the ink was never finished since the candles and makeshift alter make it all too clear that the water god is worshiped as a deity by the dark skinned Turk.

He never gets a chance to ask though before Rude is crawling up onto the bed with him and Reno finds himself once more pinned under the long thick form of his partner. His hands come up instinctually to press his wrists against the tightly muscled chest that looms over him and then Rude is so close that they're almost kissing again. Fingers brush over his own and Reno swallows hard as he feels the hard press of Rude's own need against his hip, nervousness growing in his stomach as the gravity of this situation sinks in beneath the haze of drink.

Reno can't say he isn't a little scared of what's about to happen but he finds himself surprisingly disappointed when Rude doesn't just ravage him right then and there. His heart is hammering in his chest as bright blue eyes search for some sign of what Rude's thinking beyond the veil of glass that separates them and he's finding it a lot harder to catch his breath now that he's all but naked on his partner's bed with the older man's very obvious desire pressing against his skin.

Rude pulls back though and Reno blinks, looking almost hurt by the sudden withdrawal. The note of uncertainty in Rude's voice that matches the apprehension in his own is strangely endearing to the younger man and he can't help but want to soothe it, setting aside his own concerns in favor of making Rude sure and confident again. For once though, he finds himself temporarily at a loss for words and all he can do for the first few seconds is debate with himself on how to proceed from here.

He forcibly shoves his own internal protests and fears below that cloud of drinks and lust in favor of getting back that dragon's growl he needs so much. Reno leans up, straining to reach Rude's face, and he places a series of kisses along his partner's chiseled jaw, tracing a line down so he can nip at the rough hair that frames the man's lips.

"Ain't never done this b'fore. Juss...juss a little nervous, kay? Ya ain't gotta keep going iffn' ya don't want to, Rude, but I.....don't wanna go home." There's hint of a shake to his voice that he loathes but he can't seem to keep it out of there. Reno isn't used to being nervous but his body seems to certainly enjoy the change of pace and he can feel the ache of his dick trying to get hard again even this soon.


The shiver in that voice breaks his heart a little, the same way watching Reno's personality deteriorate over the holidays did earlier. Rude frowns and strokes the impossible hair away from Reno's face, turning his own head to meet some of those kisses with careful lips. His hands and body ache for wanting. They ache for Reno. "You won't go home tonight," he murmurs against the invasive mouth, chancing a gentle bite into the skin of it.

"I still don't know where you live... and I'm still in no shape to drive." He doesn't sound the least bit upset by this, but he still rolls slightly to the side to lean on one of his elbows. His free hand traverses Reno's body, muscles, face, arms, and slowly, deliberately, his fingers unfasten the tie, unlooping it from around Reno's thumbs and wrists. He pulls the tie down over a pale shoulder and leaves it strewn down Reno's front before reaching up again to massage the wrists.

"It's better..." he attempts to explain, "if... if you're with someone who ca- who's careful." He pauses, his eyes flitting over the slender form against him but still protected by his shades. "I've learned how. Only... only if you want me to." And he can't resist anymore; he leans over and kisses a meandering trail over the torso, licking where he feels the courage to do so. The sweat makes it even more intoxicating; he can't get enough.


There's an immediate sense of relief when Rude responds to the kisses again and Reno whines a hungry little noise into his partner's mouth when his lip is nipped at. He isn't sure exactly why it comes as so much of a weight off his shoulders when he hears the promise that he won't be spending the night of his birthday alone in his own apartment, but Reno isn't about to argue it and instead just tries to let himself take everything in stride.

What ever happens, will happen and at least he'll be with Rude for all of it. He knows his partner would never hurt him, no one who is capable of touching him this gently and showing so much concern over his continued enjoyment of the situation could possibly harm him. He's never been handled like this before, never had a lover so bound and determined to check every step of the way if he's enjoying himself and it only makes Reno all the more grateful to his partner.

He somehow doubts that if this whole "being gay" thing had happened with someone else, that they would have been anywhere near as careful with him, a fact which most certainly would have led to a lot of bloodshed and then an intricate web of lies that he'd have to weave to explain why he was using a chipper/shredder on a corpse on Shinra property.

Goosebumps follow in the wake of Rude's hand over every inch of skin that he touches and Reno lets his face roll in toward the larger man's warmth and scent, his eyes shutting to block out the world, leaving only the sensation of silk wrapped iron caressing over his body. It feels like Rude is mapping him with the same intensity that he does when they case a building and there's something wonderful in the idea that Rude's sharp mind is already working out every single reaction, noting them all and filing them away for later use.

It seems almost ridiculous but Rude is the only one in the world Reno could imagine becoming an expert on his body. The man's single minded drive had always made him a hell of a TURK and now, as proved by how fast and hard Reno had cum on the couch, it was holding true for Rude as a lover too. The thought of what Rude would do once he had gotten to know every part of Reno's body was mind blowing. The younger man opens his eyes to look up at Rude when he feels the tug of the silk around his hands and he flexes his fingers when they are finally free.

There's a light pop as Reno rolls one wrist around to stretch it but he doesn't move them very far from where they were when still tied. He isn't sure what all Rude has planned so far but he finds more and more of himself hoping that this doesn't mean an end to the night's 'activities'. He rolls his head back into the pillow, exposing his throat and forcing himself to look at Rude through the thick frame of his own lashes as the tie is drawn down over his chest.

Reno is a creature of tactile sensations and he revels in this continuous stream of touches, caresses, whispers, and textiles that move over him throughout the night. He lets his hands be taken back into that strong grip again but Rude's fingers move to massage and knead the tension there away instead of restrain. It feels heavenly and Reno can't help the small echoed movements of his own fingers with each touch, wanting to know he's bringing half as much of an intense experience to Rude as he's been getting.

Rude's voice stops Reno from action though and he listens intently to what's being said, picking up every word from the normally silent man that he can. Rude says so little and so much with what small bits of information that Reno can glean from him that the redhead isn't willing to miss a second for fear that he'll miss something important.

He catches the hitch, the words that don't get said and he reads in those words what is hidden from him behind Rude's glasses. There's nothing that Reno hates more than a leash and under any other circumstances, had any other lover mentioned feelings, caring, or even hinted that they might be in love, his exit would have left nothing behind but a Reno-shaped cloud of dust.

For once though, Reno finds that he doesn't mind, in fact, he discovers that his traitorous heart rather thrills at the idea of being loved by someone this careful, gentle, and yet capable and deadly. Still, habits die hard and fear of heartbreak is a lot harder to overcome than fear of physical discomfort so he slams the door on those notions and pretends he didn't hear what Rude obviously tried to re-word. They can always deal with that later.....

There's an invitation in Rude's next words, more heated and needy than the one spoken and then rescinded only a moment before, and Reno can deal with this invitation so much easier. He's more than familiar enough with lust and desire to know what's lacing that throaty growl as it rumbles up from his partner and a grin splits his face as Rude's unyielding wall of armor finally buckles a little.

He sees the small crack of weakness for what it is and if there's anything Reno does well, it's find those chinks in someone's armor and then use them to rend away all resistance. He wants to see Rude lose control, wants to see him completely give in and turn himself over, to trust the way Reno did on the couch when Rude drove him over a precipice he never even knew existed.

It's the least he can do in return and even he has to admit a certain amount of selfishness in wanting to know what a man who can kill others with his bare hands will be like when he cuts loose in bed. He'd never even seen Rude get truly angry in a fight before, the idea of what could happen if Rude's chains were snapped now not only thrills Reno, it is the last bit of adrenalin he needs to twitch his dick back to life. He'll pay for the fast recovery in the morning, but for now, he's all too happy to have those hands and lips on him again.

Reno stomps on the last of his subdued worry over what this will turn into and lets himself treat it with the same unhindered passion he'd felt out in the truck. His hands come down and he scrapes close cropped nails over the smooth surface of his partner's head and down across his shoulders. He lets his body roil up to the kisses, his hips bucking enough to rub against Rude's stomach encouragingly and he moans with the kisses.

"Yeeaahhhhh.......I want ya to, Rudy......I ain't never been properly fucked b'fore....ya gonna do me right, ain't ya? Gonna...nnnngh......gonna take care a' me...." Reno's voice takes on that smoky bourbon quality to it that he gets when he lets himself enjoy something he just knows he shouldn't be having.

It's filthy and suggestive and offering, wrapping itself in promises of physical pleasure as yet unknown all laid out in a tempting platter if his intended victim would just let himself fall to it. A siren call, beckoning Rude to give in, working its way into the crack of his partner's armor to prod at the beast within and bait it to come out.