Happy Birthday was made for you

The scratching and clinging seethe through him in powerful ways. The friction is everything he's dreamed of and more. Rude makes his pleasure known through sound and pressure, mirroring Reno's movements with waves from his own body, answering the moans with strained semi-whimpers under his breath.

His finger falls into a pattern with Reno's hand, his own palm curling up to cradle the sac as he pumps. His hips rise and surge back in a harsh sort of dance with Reno's body, guiding it as it guides him, and the heat eats him again from the inside out. He can get lost in this rhythmic dream, in those eyes, in this voice and touch, and stay that way happily-

Until Reno lays him open like a gutted fish.

Rude freezes in place, eyes wide in shock, for several seconds, when his shades are taken and thrown. Nothing has ever caught him off guard in his adult life. Rude doesn't get surprised. The world isn't meant to be this painfully brilliant, and when he finally realizes what happened, he snarls and snaps back, body and all, screwing his eyes shut tight.

What a childish reaction, he berates silently. Didn't he want to give Reno everything? Only, he reasons, when he's sure Reno wants it. Well, this is a pretty good indication of that, if nothing else is. Reno's taken a mile for every inch Rude has given him, and he, like Rude, seems to want more.

Carefully, he opens his eyes again, adjusting to the new level of light in the room. They water a little while they get used to it, but as late at night as it is, the natural light isn't that much of a pain to tolerate. He fixes his gaze on Reno, easily sidetracked by and lost in the striking shades of red and blue clashing in radiant ways over such pale skin. His face becomes expressionless again, though his eyes smolder behind it.

The remainder of the lotion on his hand is used to slick himself over until his palm is nearly clean. The tie is pulled down Reno's front completely, laid across his lower belly and looped around his cock. Rude ties it off underneath his balls, almost too tight but not just so, and the ends of it are dropped over the sides of Reno's waist. Something in his movements suggests that he hopes it hurts, at least a little.

He leans down over Reno again, gripping those slender wrists and wrenching the arms above that blazing halo once more. His own legs are spread at Reno's sides to prevent him from closing them or pulling back, cock resting purposefully on length against Reno's tied set, and the kiss he lays on those uncertain lips is a beastly and furious one.

He bites hard enough to taste blood and suckles at it roughly, growling at the back of his throat, before he finally jerks his head away and pins those wide oceans with roiling storms of his own. "Don't ever do that without asking again," he churns out in a voice that would even make Tseng cringe.


The bottom drops out from under Reno's stomach when Rude pulls away and cringes. If guilt were a tangible thing, he's pretty sure there would be a thin film of it covering every inch of his being at this moment and he reaches up tentatively to touch Rude's face, to reassure him, tell him how beautiful his eyes are, how he could sink into those eyes if Rude would let him but his hand falters before he can make contact.

The snarl stops him, a growl that tells Reno in no uncertain terms that he's going to be paying for that decision and the monster that had tossed him in the truck and growled its lust against his ear is suddenly back again. The thought is thrilling and terrifying in the same breath and Reno's body tenses as he waits for the blow he's expecting.

He cringes and sinks back into the pillow, knowing he won't fight back if Rude tries to hit him, it would prove a pointless gesture against the larger man right now anyway. Reno might have had a chance against Rude in a straight fight if they were on even ground if only because of his speed which could allow him an escape but here, like this, Reno has no way to get out if Rude decides to throttle him for that move. The larger man is already looming over him and Reno isn't exactly in a position to get to his feet quickly.

Rude pulls away entirely and the pull of that finger from him makes Reno hiss in pain. He doesn't try to move yet though and simply lays there, waiting and watching carefully. "Rude?" Reno lets his voice lower, tinged with uncertainty as it is, as he tries to soothe his partner enough not to do too much harm to him. He'd feel bad if Rude has to explain to Tseng why Reno's got two broken arms. "Ru.."

His partner's name dies on his lips as Rude turns back to look at him. The emotion that had hinted here and there across Rude's face is gone now, all of it moved to those smoldering eyes as dark gray as any ash pits of Ifrit and Reno freezes. He tenses completely to accept the blow he knows is coming next but he can't seem to tear his eyes away from Rude's and as he stares, he keeps waiting for that spark of orange to ignite and turn the smoldering heat there into an all out inferno.

He can catch the movement of Rude's hand from the corner of his eye as Rude uses the rest of the lotion on himself and still he can't tear his eyes from Rude's. It's been a long time since he's honestly felt real fear and a small pang of it shoots up his spine even as his mind screams that Rude wouldn't do that, wouldn't hurt him that way. He might hit Reno, might slap him around, he might even break a bone or two, but he won't force himself into Reno's body without preparing him first.

Reno stays frozen in place, unwilling to move and disrupt the still calm movements of his partner for fear that he'll just cause an eruption. He's treading on thin ice now and he's trying not to make anything worse but he can't help the shiver as the tie is pulled across his skin again. There's a pained grunt when Rude ties the fabric off around Reno's privates and his fingers some down to dig into the comforter to stave off the immediate reaction of loosening it some.

He can feel the immediate constriction of blood flow and it makes his balls ache almost straight away, a reaction he's pretty sure Rude is looking for if the glare he's getting is any indication. His hands are pried loose from the comforter and pressed up over his head and for a moment, the movement breaks the spell that had riveted Reno in place. He tugs hard at his wrists and squirms, his legs kicking out and pushing against the mattress only to find that Rude has quite adeptly put him into a position he can't get out of.

He whimpers against the assault on his mouth but his hips press up against Rude none the less, his body is more than happy with the change of pace even if Reno is still waiting to feel those huge hands around his throat choking the life out of him, and his dick is fairly throbbing as blood races it to it only to find leaving a harder option with the tie in the way.

The whimper turns to a needy whine when he tastes the first tang of blood on his lips and Rude's tongue pushes his own aside to suck at it. There's a sharp sting there that Reno can't seem to get enough of and by the time Rude breaks the kiss, Reno's hands are trembling against his will.

His wrists are sore and the throb in his fingertips matches the one in his cock as Rude's grip cuts off blood flow but Reno doesn't try to pull them loose anymore, he knows that this is truly fucked up, that normal people don't act like this, but he can't help it, Rude being this rough with him, this consuming in all ways, only serves to get him all the hotter even through the pain of it.

He's always been capable and independent and gods help him if being at Rude's mercy doesn't leave him wanting more than he's ever wanted in his life. Rude's kiss leaves him sufficiently breathless in its wake and Reno nods silently, his breathing harsh and ragged, at Rude's order. It leaves no room for argument and Reno isn't about to offer one.


He's not entirely sure Reno likes what was uncovered by doing what he did, but he knows Reno wouldn't make fun of the fleck in his eye, for the same reason a lot of people in Rude's past stopped making fun of it- fear. It's an inconsequential comfort, though, in the face of the growing sick twist in Rude's stomach at the realization that he's never seen Reno afraid before until now- and now Reno is afraid of HIM. Afraid enough to be shaking.

It's not right. This is why Rude strives to control himself, to keep his cool- he makes grave mistakes otherwise, such as alienating the one person he ever wanted close to him.

The thick snarl dies on his lips after Reno nods, and after a deep breath, Rude's features soften marginally again. He loosens his grip on the wrists above them, but doesn't relinquish it. His head drops to rest at the crook of Reno's neck, turning to face it with another breath. "You only had to ask," he finally murmurs. There's a faint trace of sadness in his voice, but it fades even as he speaks.

By the time he sits up again, releasing the wrists and letting his hands drift down Reno's front again, the last minute is gone completely, as if what just happened were a smudge on a pane of glass wiped clean. His fingers dance down the heave of Reno's stomach and over the crown and length of Reno's cock, feeling the throb absorbed into his own skin.

One finger digs in and tugs to loosen the tie just a little, but not much- enough to keep it on the brink of healthy. "Relax." It's not a suggestion, or even an order, but a command. Though the tone of his voice changes very little, the feel in it is very different from his speech on the field, in the office, even what he's been saying the rest of tonight.

The bottle is taken again, flipped and squeezed again, and rolled to a yet-untouched part of the bed. Rude's finger prods once more, purposeful and goal-oriented, but not rough or forcing. "Relax for me."

Reno doesn't flinch when Rude leans in press his lips to one slender shoulder, the ebbing of Rude's anger having been noted and accepted with a lingering sense of relief, and he doesn't make any motion to get his hands back either. If Reno had felt guilty before about pulling off Rude's glasses, he certainly felt a little lower than dirt in the moment he hears the hurt note in his partner's voice.

The man had taken him out, given him so much more than anyone else cared to on his birthday and had let him see so much more of himself than anyone else ever got to. It doesn't go unappreciated by Reno and he cusses his tendency to rush into action without thinking things through. Tomorrow, he's sure he'll blame it on the drinks...

It seems Rude forgets the whole incident a lot faster than Reno though and by the time he sits back up, there's no trace of the unhappiness and anger there that he'd seen before. It allows the redhead a chance to calm himself considerably though he still watches Rude warily until the sensation of fingers on his skin is too good to ignore anymore.

He lets himself fall back into the straightforward seduction that only Rude seems to be able to pull off, his hands staying above his head where Rude left them as if he were still held that way. He squeezes his eyes shut and makes a small pained noise when Rude runs his fingers over the swollen and quickly purpling flesh lying over his pelvis.

The tie is too tight and the rush of blood is starting to hurt in earnest by the time Rude touches him, ensuring that every single touch damn near burns like fire across the sensitive skin and Reno turns his hands in to fist them into the pillow behind his head as Rude slips a finger under the already too tight wrap to pull it loose.

The relief his partner offers isn't much but it makes a world of difference none the less as blood flow returns at least partially to Reno's throbbing erection. It becomes a little too easy to follow Rude's command considering the release of so much pressure in his groin and he relaxes down into the mattress as much as he can considering his position.

He can feel the slicked finger against his hole again but the twitch of muscles there isn't in protest anymore so much as anticipation and he breathes out a truncated moan when he feels the push into him. His hips fully appreciate the situation and they ride up on their own pushing Reno farther onto Rude's finger.

It's a monumental effort to relax his body the way Rude commands but he starts by tensing and releasing different parts of his body first to help facilitate the relaxation of the rest. The nervous but excited flutter in his stomach is back, that feeling he hasn't had since he was a virgin so very long ago with his first woman, but this experience is so entirely different than then.

The sound is all he needs to know he's still welcome. His free hand smoothes down the front of Reno's belly, holding it partially at bay while he works back into his previous pace. He turns his hand this time, giving small strokes to the sweet spot inside, though not enough to bring Reno into the frenzy he remembers seeing on the couch.

He pulls lightly at the edges, coaxing the muscle to stretch with his movement and petting at it gently every time it balks. Another finger prods its way in, following the example of the first and giving him leeway to slide closer to the second ring, and he leans over Reno again, kissing up his chest and along the side of his face.

"I want you," he intones to the cup of Reno's ear, nuzzling it. "More than... I don't know. More than I should." His hand stills its pace and one finger presses against the prostate, though not moving. "But I need to know, I need to hear you." His thumb twists up to grip his own erection, and he moves his own hips to give himself room. He brings his crown to lie unobtrusively against the brink, refusing to budge it further.

He's never been good at eliciting what he wanted from a lover, having been content to get it over with as soon as possible and never think about it again- but he wants to possess, and knowing Reno's adamant position on such things, he can't make himself go forth and take. "If you want it, I- I want you to... to beg." It sounds so strange coming from his own mouth... but the taste of it is addictive. His imagination readily bears the ghost of Reno's voice wrapped around dreamed words like 'please' and 'more,' driving a shiver across his frame.