Happy Birthday was made for you

Rude closes his eyes and rests a cheek against Reno's chest, taking deep breaths to level himself. He knows that voice. He's heard it against foes, watched its effect in interrogation chambers, noted it take a strong grip in his own mental substratum- the id he's never attempted to control on his own for the simple fact that it sleeps so easily.

He should know better than to let it drag him in tonight- his instincts protest that rather than let himself be submerged in it, he should remember everything that happens in its wake and be afraid for himself- but this is his partner. This is Reno, his... his friend, his backup, his fitted half on the field and beyond.

This is his safety net, and at the same time, when he feels the slick of those words across the skin of his ears, the dig of nails in the sensitive parts of his head and neck, the quiet thrash of flesh against his own, Rude knows that this is his downfall, too. If he lets Reno have his way now, he'll never find a way back up out of the mire he's been slowly sinking into for the last year.

Rude finds he doesn't rightly care- even moreso, he finds that he'd much rather be lost in this than lonely in his own goals.

His head comes up to follow the stinging trail of Reno's fingernails over his skin, eyes still closed, still hidden, and he lets a growl slither from the hollows of his chest. He finds, at first, that he doesn't want to speak. Reno's always spoken for the both of them when they had something to say, always found the right thing to say, as if he were reading Rude's mind and melding their opinions.

He worries, just a little- he's never been over a man this way before (I'll do you right, just like you want). He only has vague ideas of what to do, but (properly, just like you want) it should be an easy guess, especially after learning himself enough to keep his body under control. No matter the shape or size, one man's body is relatively similar to another's. So... "I'll take care of you," he agrees, his tone deep enough to be felt rather than heard.

Rude is on his knees again, bending Reno's legs over the slender chest in front of him to untie and remove the shoes keeping them on. the shoes, the socks, the pants are all deposited somewhere over the edge of the bed, doubtless in a small, neat pile. Large hands skate over the revealed legs and tuck them around his own waist, and Rude falls to his hands as well, crawling over the bed another couple of feet and driving Reno along beneath him.

He's never been interested in keeping things of a sexual nature in his house or room, but he knows they'll need something. He stretches to reach to his nightstand and pull open a drawer, retrieving a small lotion bottle from it and sitting up again. He shows it to Reno, deliberate and plain of intent as he's been ever since Reno spooked at the sight of a cure materia in the early days of their partnership.

"I use it for my scalp," he explains quietly. "It's not... it won't do anything to your insides." He flashes a small smile, and a flit of humor peeks from behind his walls. "Except... maybe moisturize them."

Curling one hand over it, he props himself over Reno again, finding himself becoming addicted to the feel of skin to skin, though he's always hated being touched before now. His free hand creeps between them to rub against Reno's belly, deliberately brushing up to the head of the redhead's cock as he goes. "Stay relaxed," he commands, taking a grip on the shaft and pumping slowly while his eyes remain on Reno's face to study and devour it all at once.

"I want you to like it when I hurt you. I want you prepared." He kisses into Reno's mouth again, now bolder with his tongue, now rough with his teeth and heavy with his frame, though ever careful not to crush. "Keep... keep talking like that," he breathes, fumbling with his own fly to get it out of the way and reaching up again to snag the tail of his necktie before dragging it further down between their bodies and rubbing the flat of it down the side of Reno's shaft.


When Rude pauses his kisses to lay his head along the planes of Reno's stomach, the redhead knows he's winning. Rude would have pulled away if he didn't like what he was hearing but this pause is Rude gathering his wits and Reno's seen it before. That pause that comes when someone says something thoughtless that Rude doesn't like, that moment of calm before Rude walks away or levels someone utterly.

Reno can only hope Rude doesn't walk away. Then the growl comes, like thunder again, a growing storm Reno can't wait to ride out, and as Rude raises his head and the vibration of the words hits him along his pelvis before they get to his ears, Reno already knows the answer he'll get. He lets his hands trail down over those shoulders and to Rude's arms, grinning his victory down at his partner. No one denies Reno forever.

Of course, there's a price to be paid for that sometimes Reno's mind reminds as Rude suddenly looms up over him, hooking his hands under Reno's knees and bringing them up toward the younger man's chest. He hisses with the movement, his hands moving to dig into the comforter on either side as he readies himself for gods know what.

He pants out a few short breaths when Rude removes his shoes and slacks though but he can't take his eyes off those shades long enough to mark his possessions progress to the floor. Every shift of muscle under Rude's skin is far too fascinating right now and Reno's position just got a lot more vulnerable.

He tenses the muscles in his thighs out of instinct when Rude pulls his legs to wrap them around the thick waist but he lets himself be guided anyway. He can feel every flick of muscle beneath his partner's skin as Rude leans over and he slides the bottoms of his feet over the comforter on either side, trying to keep from squeezing too tightly around the other man's ribs.

Reno scrambles backward on the bed as best he can, half pushed by Rude as he is scooted up toward the headboard. He can feel the soft fabric of Rude's slacks pressing up against the underside of his sac as he moves and the hard length of the larger man's need presses along the seam of one leg.

It's an odd feeling to have someone there where he can't close his legs and shield himself but instead of making Reno soft it only serves to make him ache with need in a way he can't quite understand. He enjoys this vulnerability, enjoys the idea of not always being in control and he lets his partner guide him until the forward push stops.

Reno flops back to the pillows and watches his partner's movement as he grabs for the lotion in his nightstand. He casts a slightly uncertain look in Rude's direction at first but it doesn't take much convincing in his inebriated and sexually aroused state to get him on board with the idea and he offers his partner a nervous chuckle at the comments on his insides being moisturized.

Reno sucks in a breath and drapes his arms over Rude's shoulders when the large man moves close enough again to run a hand down his stomach. He bucks slightly at the glancing touch to his dick and tightens his grip on Rude's skin when a warm hand closes around his flesh. "Stayin' relaxed ain't always that easy, man, 'specially iffn ya keep touchin' me like......oh gods......yeah......"

Reno's lips develop that closing problem again that seems to happen when Rude touches him and the muscles in his thighs twitch around Rude's waist with each long stroke. The lotion is temporarily forgotten as the intense feeling of Rude's hand on his cock begins to wipe away all coherent thought again and Reno lets his eyes close, pressing his cheek into the pillow.

Breathy moans filter from him on every stroke but he tenses a few times when his legs try to come together only to be blocked by Rude's presence and his feet slip across the comforter as he tries to gain some feeling of traction.

The sound he makes at Rude's words, at the idea of Rude hurting him in ways he'll like, could qualify as a indecent in the most seedy of brothels and he pushes up hard into his lover's hand as his mind runs through an entire sexual encyclopedia of ideas. He opens his mouth to say something but finds it suddenly filled with Rude's tongue instead and Reno can't say he minds.

It seems he's just as happy with Rude kissing him as he is with saying anything just as long as his mouth is doing something and he groans heatedly into the kiss, feeling himself being pressed down into the mattress under his partner's weight.

He finally gives up trying to push his legs together and having Rude there suddenly seems less strange as he mingles the feeling with being consumed this way, kissed breathless and stroked with such incredible talent. He wraps his legs around Rude's waist, hooking them at the ankle and using the leverage to buck up into Rude again and again.

Reno has always had strong if wiry legs and he lifts with Rude as the other man moves to get his fly loose. He can feel the lift from the mattress and he presses the kiss, demanding more until Rude breaks loose and gives him the request to keep talking. He lets himself sink back to the bed and loosens his grip on the man's waist to allow him to finish getting undressed.

He still had yet to lay eyes on the monster that Rude was packing away beneath those all too thin pants and his eyes lock down onto the zipper as it's pulled out of the way. His eyes grow wide as his partner's length falls free. The darker man's skin takes on hues of something closer to coffee along the length of his shaft and the crown is tinged with purple.

Veins wind their way under the man's skin to disappear into the waistband of his pants and Reno catches himself licking his lips again. He's going to go through a lot of chapstick if Rude keeps doing this to him.

He finds he wants to taste it, wants to know if it really will taste like coffee too or if it'll have that deep musk to it that he can smell, like black tea and tobacco. "Fuck, Rude...ya fuckin' big, ain't ya? Gonna split me.......ah.....gonna split me in half....." Shivers race over his skin as the tie slithers down his chest to stop along the underside of his shaft and Reno brings his hands down, eyes still locked to Rude's dick, to run them down the planes of his partner's chest.

He dips one hand and takes hold of the shaft. The feeling is strange, it doesn't feel much different than his own, but he has never spent much time thinking about how soft the skin there is till now. He gives his partner a few long pumps, mutually masturbating him to the same rhythm that Rude is working him to. "Get'cha pants off, baby. Wanna feel all of ya against me. Don't want....oh gods...yeah...right th-there........don't want nothing between us...." Reno hooks the fingers of his other hand into Rude's waistband and tugs at it impatiently.


The eyes are just as intoxicating as hearing his name. They scratch rifts in his skin that the hands haven't left yet, and leave him in a state of emotional undress that no removal of clothing can ever compare to again in his life. Even as smug as they are, tinged with the lust Rude's longed to see for months, he find it's not enough.

He wants more. He wants to crumble that film of overt confidence, wants one of them to beg. The hand on him is electric, warm and demanding and rough and slow and knowing. It takes several moments for him to move again, in the face of that sensation, and the rolling of his hips doesn't count as movement. That filthy sweet voice permeates him and commands in an entirely different way than Rude has ever done.

He shifts further up on his knees, pushing his pants and boxers down to reveal the gist of his needs and intent. He gets lost in the way Reno's body hooks onto him, moves when he moves, clings, contrasts. So pale, next to him, and it reminds him of those ridiculous fancy cups of coffee Elena brings to work- the brown stuff with milk in it, whipped cream on it, cinnamon on that, and swirls it all together.

A nearly inaudible noise escapes Rude's throat when he imagines sprinkling cinnamon on this perfect body, licking it clean. He never used to think about things like this.

Another wordless rumble finds Rude hovering again, pressing and rubbing with anything but his hands. He kicks the fabric away from his legs almost impatiently, not even bothering to untie his shoes before wrenching them off with opposite feet. More important things require his real dexterity- like squeezing. And when he squeezes, he pulls his hand up that tight, laying the silk along the side in its wake and reveling in the bunching skin over the cup of his hand.

Once nude- but for one simple shield- Rude tucks his knees at Reno's sides and leans on them, still pumping at Reno with his tie and thrusting lightly into Reno's grip on him. His other hand flicks open the cap of the bottle and deftly flips it, gathering a little bit into his palm before closing it and dropping it next to his leg. Not too much, not yet. The tie is tugged across Reno's belly again and left there a moment, out of the way, while he swipes at the moisture with a finger.

His dry hand pulls Reno's sack and shaft up to press to his trunk, exposing the small twist of skin around his entry. Rude has never found such things attractive, in men or women- he often considers the entire region unclean or unwieldy, but he can't find fault or a single distasteful element about what he sees now. Pallor to flush to heat, everything blends in a way more gorgeous than the sky off the mountains in the morning.

And it's there, within his reach. He rubs lightly with his dabbed finger, watching the twitch of hidden muscles cringe away from his touch a few times before getting used to it. And his finger pushes in, flanked by streaks of lotion, still surrounded by the magma of Reno's inner heat. Rude smiles and lets the sack fall loose again, leaning over to press his own cock length to length with Reno's. "Do them both," he orders quietly, pressing his hips a little to accentuate the friction of their shafts.


The way Reno's eyes drink in every exposed inch of flesh would have left almost any other person feeling on the verge of violated as Rude removes the last of his clothing. He's not sure what he was expecting really, but seeing his partner like this, exposed and utterly nude before him is like nothing Reno could have imagined. The man's body is as well defined as any statue that Reno had ever seen, not overly muscled the way that some body builders tried to be, but REAL muscle, the well chiseled but compact shape of someone whose size really does mean something.

It's obvious just from looking at him that every inch of that muscle is from fighting and strength training where so many men simply put on muscle for show. They lack the sheer raw power behind what Rude's built up and that makes every inch of him all the more seductive a drug to Reno. He can't help the victorious smile as Rude sheds the last of his clothing in so impatient a manner, something he would never have done before and it just signifies another chink in that armor giving way.

Rude is on him in the next instant, the whole length of his body pressing along Reno's skin in a way the feels like static shocks running over every inch of touching flesh. He can hear Rude's breathing next to his ear, noticeably heavier than the normal controlled inhalation he's so used to, and the rub of his own knuckles against his stomach as he continues to stroke the larger man.

He can't seem to keep still now, his whole body wanting to writhe the way it did in the livingroom when Rude first touched him, and he claws and rubs over his lover's back, arms and head with his free hand as his legs shift and slide along the bed.

An intense squeeze to his dick pulls a harsh cry out of him but he can't stop squirming under Rude. The pain is so mingled with everything else that's feeling good and Rude is careful not to pull too hard, leaving Reno whimpering as the pressure forces him to keep his hips still. Rude's knees pull up to settle just under Reno's ribs and it forces the smaller man's legs to come up, his own knees smacking into the back of Rude's arms and being stopped there.

The movement brings his hips and ass up a fraction of an inch off the bed and leave him utterly open with his sac pulled up this way. The click of the bottle registers to Reno and he glances over at the small pool of lotion resting in the palm of Rude's hand before it lowers out of sight.

He calms the flutter in his stomach by telling himself that he's already had Rude's finger up there once and he'd come to enjoy it so this shouldn't be any different and that thought allows him to relax enough for the lifting of his sac. He tries to calm his breathing, taking in a few deep slow inhalations through his nose, but it doesn't stop the initial flinch when Rude touches him there again though.

Reno has to will himself to relax so Rude can do this without hurting him too badly and he focuses on watching Rude's face instead of thinking too much about the open air caressing skin that isn't used to being this exposed. It keeps him from pushing his hips downward and pulling away as the finger slips back in but a grunt still escapes between pressed lips at the intrusion.

It's a little easier to take this time than the first since he knows it'll feel good at some point but that doesn't mean there's no discomfort at all. Still, after those few initial pumps, he finds himself getting used to it a lot faster this time around and already his prostate wakes in anticipation of what's to come. He's waiting for that brush against the sensitive skin, willing Rude to hit that spot again and make it feel good, when Rude leans over him and presses their lengths together.

Reno's own dick slides against the back of his hand and he lets go of Rude to try and take in his own as well. His fingers only barely manage to hold both but the movement is awkward at best. Even despite that, it feels incredible. The skin on the underside of his shaft is sensitive and he picks up every ridge of Rude's cock as it slides along his own, drawing moans out of him as the feeling mixes with the push against his opening and the sensation of Rude's slicked finger moving in and out of him.

"Oh...oh gods.....fuck....R-Rude......" Reno plants his feet against the comforter and pushes up to meet the strokes as he starts to get the hang of things and it offers Rude better access to pump into him. He looks up again at his lover, turning his face toward the warmth so close to him only to find again that he is blocked by those damnable glasses.

He's never been so vulnerable and open as this before with Rude between his legs and a finger slipping into his body and he decides then and there that he's not about to get fucked by someone who's eyes he can't even see. It's not a matter of backing down so much as simply rectifying a problem and Reno's mind processes the calm fact that all he has to do is take away that shield to see Rude's eyes for the first time.

He reaches up with his free hand and snags the edge of the designer frames, his mind only pausing long enough to register that this might be a dangerous course of action before he casts it aside and reminds himself that he enjoys the threat that always seems to hover around the edges of Rude's being. If he's going to give every inch of himself, every bit that no one else has ever been allowed, then by the gods, Rude is going to give all of himself too or this isn't going to work.

The glasses are wrenched away before Rude can react or argue the point and Reno whips his hand out to let them fly off the side of the bed and out of Rude's reach. If Rude goes after them, then at least Reno will know where his partner stands and he's not about to make it easy for him. No excuses, no easy outs, Rude's in this or he isn't.

As Reno finally looks up into his partner's eyes for the first time, he finds his breath is gone. Thick, dark lashes frame eyes the color of storm clouds, a dark gray that when coupled with Rude's growling voice make Reno instantly think of a thunder god trapped in his partner's body, with only one tiny hint of an exception.

In Rude's left eye, toward the bottom of the iris, is a sliver of golden orange in a shade that Reno had only ever seen on hot summer sunsets. Quite simply, Rude's eyes are stunning and Reno is sure he's going to sink into them never to come back if Rude doesn't blink soon.

Reality sinks back in though and as he stares up at those wide expressive eyes, Reno considers at last a thought that has occurred to him in hindsight many a time......that his most recent choice might NOT have been such a good idea.