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IXI

Reno slumbered on his desk, lulled into sleep by Rude and Tseng's in sync snores. Reeve twitched a bit in his own sleep, his cat purring on his lap. Under the blue suits they were all bandaged from various bullet burns. It was well past nine AM before they even got back to the office from the stand off, as a result they opted to just change and sleep in the Shinra building.

Reno's stomach woke him around noon, and he stretched sleepily. He needed a candy bar and more sleep. With a groan he felt around Tseng's pockets till he was rewarded with a gil and slid out to the vending machine. He leaned against the wall and nearly fell back asleep while at the machine.

�Good morning, Turk,� drawled a baritone, prompting Reno to reluctantly open his eyes. Standing before him, attired in his standard black and silver, was Sephiroth. One corner of his mouth tilting upwards slightly, he asked, �Long night?�

"Gunfight till 8 o-fuckin-clock at the ass-crack of dawn�" Reno reached down and bit into the granola bar, though it wasn't what he had thought he ordered, he was too tired to compute taste buds. A moment passed without Sephiroth moving. "Fruckoff" Reno drawled between sleep and mouth full of granola bar.

Sephiroth smiled. �I�ll be seeing you.�

It wasn�t so much the words as the way he said them that made Reno swallow thickly and stare after the General as he strode purposefully away.

Reno muttered a string of random cursing aimed at Sephiroth and anyone that Sephiroth happened to be even distantly related to all the way back to the Turk office.

"Speaking of�" Reeve muttered, his eyes still closed. "You are to meet him outside of his office tonight at seven."

"Can't you send someone �" He sighed. "Yeah, whatever can I fucking SLEEP first then?"

Reeve nodded, mussing his hair against his desk. "Yeah, sleep�" He was out again before Reno left to go to his own apartment.
IXI

Sephiroth hated paperwork. He hated signing his name to documents and forms that weren�t at all relevant to his job; all he really wanted to do was take his masamune and shred them all. That, of course, would earn him the ire of the Vice President, the President, and everyone of their obsequious fucking lapdogs. And so it was he became so absorbed in his paperwork that he not only lost all track of time, but also failed to noticed when the Turk that had only recently secured his attentions appeared in the door to his office. How long Reno had been standing there Sephiroth wasn�t certain; it was the odour of cigarette smoke that prompted him to look up from his hand-scrawled signature to see the Turk leaning with casual ease against his office door.

�How long have you been there?� He asked, frowning. This damn pile of papers awaiting his signatures had stolen what felt like several hours of his life from him.

Reno looked far more well rested than he had at the vending machine. He looked at his watch, tilted his head from side to side and then shrugged. "Ten minutes, no wonder someone nearly got a hit in on ya."

�Funny.� Sephiroth said a trifle curtly. He looked at the stack of papers that still needed to be signed; it was still several inches high. �Fuck it,� he muttered, and abruptly stood. On his way out the door he stopped, close enough that he and Reno were touching. He turned the full weight of his eerie eyes upon the Turk, asking, �Are you sure you�re up for another night with me?�
Reno rolled his eyes. "Good to see that ego still intact there, General Fuckwit." He popped his back. "At least I got some sleep, I'm not going to complain much."
�Ego or no, I�m still wearing the bruise made by your teeth,� Sephiroth said with a slight smile. He didn�t wait for a response, instead brushing past Reno and making his way down the corridor towards the habitat wing. They didn�t speak a word to each other until they were inside the General�s quarters. Sephiroth, removing his long dark coat and throwing it carelessly over the back of a chair, asked, �Are you hungry?�
At this Reno arched an eyebrow. He looked at Sephiroth for a long while in obvious mistrust before dragging out the word "Why?" As though he expected something to lunge at him.
With an exasperated noise, Sephiroth shook his head. �Hungry for food. A bit jittery tonight, are we?�
Reno lit a cigarette and smirked around it. "Forgive me, but you did attack me last time, far be it for me to trust ya." Smoke filtered out his nostrils for a moment and he smiled. "No offence, there, of course."
The General�s lips twitched. �None taken, of course. Although you�ll forgive me for reminding you who was riding who at the end of our little scenario last night ��
Reno snorted. "Sure, what you have in mind for dinner then?" He seated himself at the kitchen table, pulling an ashtray from his jacket pocket. From the looks of things it was lifted right from Palmer's office.
�Something � not reminiscent of what they serve in the corporate cafeteria. How do you feel about pasta?�
Reno shrugged. "Can't cook to save my ass, so that works."
�Do Turks have any useful skills?� Not pausing to hear the answer, Sephiroth continued, rifling through his cupboards. �Pasta it is, then. Run along and entertain yourself with the flashing colors on the television. I�ll let you know when it�s done.�
"We like to shoot things, steal things, kidnap things, and ah... other things." Reno remained where he was, ashing in the pilfered ashtray. "We also are rather mistrustful and shifty." He watched the other man a bit longer. "You know, you never DID tell me what your deal was."
�Deal?� Sephiroth asked in a purposefully vague tone, filling a black pot with water and turning on the stove all at once.
"Yeah you seemed almost offended when I told you about your type." A fingerless glove cupped Reno's chin as he leaned forward on the table. "It's almost like you got a soul or something."
�And that would surprise you, wouldn�t it?� Sephiroth said dryly, grabbing a box of what looked to be fettuccini noodles from another cupboard and opening it. �I took offence, yes, because I�m not like them. If I�d wanted to force you, Reno, I very easily could have.�
"You're full of yerself, but that's why you confuse the piss out of me." Reno responded. "I know full well yer stronger than me, but don't think I'm a roll over." That part was punctuated and stated very firmly. "So is it a game then?"
�I never once thought you were a rollover.� Pausing in the midst of removing the pasta from the box, he cast the Turk a steady and unreadable glance. �Maybe it�s a game and maybe it isn�t. I�m only going after what I want, which happens at this moment to be you. And I think that if only you�d let yourself, you�d realize that you want me too.�
At this, Reno laughed. "Never said that I didn't. But see, I happen to enjoy games. And you? I'm not going to let you win just like that." He snuffed the cigarette out and spun on heel back to Seph's couch. "AND this is a job, Seph. Someone tried to kill you, remember?"
�You don�t say? And I thought you were here because you genuinely enjoyed my company.� As the Turk sank down onto the couch, flicking the TV on, Sephiroth allowed himself a rather wolfish grin before turning his attention back to the food. Meal first, entertainment later.
IXI
Remembering that this was in fact his job, Reno got up from the couch and walked Sephiroth's apartment, checking the closets and then testing the door lock before going to the windows. He noted that the only real access would be through Sephiroth's bedroom window, and the fire-escape. Barring that there were no other buildings this high up, sniping would be impossible.
Lifting the window and poking his head out, Reno ran his finger along the dirt on the escape. It hadn't been used in years, though the standing part looked far cleaner. He grumbled. Maybe someone was stalking the egotistical jerk.
In the kitchen, aware that Reno was checking every nook and cranny of his suite, Sephiroth continued nonplussed to make the meal. A short time later, when it was complete, he retrieved two plates from yet another cupboard and gave himself a portion of the noodles with triple spiced sauce before heading for the now empty couch. Waiting until he was settled �which he did in such a manner that if Reno wished to also sit there, he would have to do so within close proximity of the General- he then called out, �Turk. Food.�
Reno climbed back into Sephiroth's window, frowning at the ease of entry before slamming the window shut and locking it. Then he stepped back in thought. A moment later he had unscrewed one of the hangers in Sephiroth's closet and used it to wedge the window closed before pulling the blind and the curtain. He was fairly sure he'd hear a window break.
Walking out he watched Sephiroth for a moment before plopping down next to him, back against the arm and feet pushing against Sephiroth's leg. "You seem to have a secret admirer, Sephy."
�And I�m guessing it�s not you.� Without removing his eyes from the television screen, but yielding a single inch to Reno�s shove, he asked, �You found something?�
Reno snorted. "I'd have come in if I wanted to perv you while you slept." Reno muttered through a mouthful of pasta. He gave up and then slid to his back, putting one leg on the floor and hiking the other over Sephiroth on the back of the couch. "Someone's stood at your fire escape within the past few days."
Sephiroth, in the middle of chewing, stopped as Reno draped himself rather artfully over the couch. Blinking as though to clear his head of what most likely were dirty thoughts, he asked, �Oh? Why would they stand there and not come in and attack me?�
�Stake out." Reno commented while continuing to eat the pasta. "Trying to see your sleep pattern, making sure they do it right." He sat the quickly emptied plate down and stretched. "Least if it were a Turk I'd say that. They could just be working the nerve up to do it." With that, he moved his leg from over Sephiroth's shoulder and crossed to the kitchen. He helped himself to the fridge again, along with the whiskey.
Finishing his meal a minute after the Turk, Sephiroth set his plate on top of Reno�s and began to think, somewhat reluctantly, about what he had just been told. He was a light sleeper �he had been trained to be- but the fact that someone had stood a mere several feet from where he slumbered and watched him was a tad � unnerving. Perhaps he should lay a trap and catch this would-be intruder red-handed. Wrapped up in his thoughts, he barely registered when Reno called from the kitchen, �Want whiskey?�
�No.� The General said, and then immediately amended, �Yes. A double.�
Reno walked behind the couch, handing Sephiroth the glass before falling back into the position he last had. Sephiroth noted that his shoes were off. Reno took a sip and sighed, hanging his head back over the arm of the couch. "I'm thinking; there aren't too many other outfits that would even think about calling a hit on you. Maybe a Wute faction?"
The red head took a long drink before snagging the remote and flipping through Sephiroth's channels. "Eh, whoever it is will be dead or worse sooner or later."
Wondering if perhaps the removal of Reno�s shoes was heralding the removal of other, more significant pieces of clothing, Sephiroth said. �Either that, or I�ll be dead.� Deciding to take a risk, the General let his head fall back until it was resting against Reno�s leg before swallowing his whiskey in one drink, grimacing as it burned its way down his throat.
Reno either didn't notice the movement or didn't care, he continued to sip his drink and watch the television. "Hello, you are Sephiroth. I doubt a little assassin probably too chicken shit to even come in your window is going to kill you." He then followed Sephiroth's lead and downed his glass pulling a face. "Do you know of anyone off the top of your head that would want you dead more than anyone else who wants you dead regularly?" He smirked when he asked the question.
If Turks had one thing, it was anonymity. No one even ADMITTED they existed, let alone knew where they lived. Reno could prance about wherever he pleased; no one would see him as anything but a street punk.
�Anyone that ShinRa has ever crossed, intentionally or not, wants me dead. It�s a fact of life I�ve grown to accept. So the answer to your question is no, I can�t pinpoint anybody that would want me dead more than most.� He got to his feet, grabbed Reno�s empty glass, and stalked into the kitchen. Minutes later he returned with refills, and he set them both down on the end table before sliding back onto the couch. His hair draped itself over Reno�s outflung leg as he did so, but the Turk paid no notice. Feeling impetuous, Sephiroth decided to act. He lunged forward and planted a kiss on Reno�s mouth before returning calmly to his upright position. Staring again at the television, a small smile flickering about his lips, he asked, �So, shall I make a trap for this assassin of mine?�
Reno jostled a bit, though he didn't spill the whiskey. Blue eyes narrowed at Sephiroth for a moment and then Reno snorted and lit a cigarette. "Now don't get possessive, asstard." He let smoke filter out his nose again. "No funny shit with the guy at the window either. I'll take care of him or I'll follow him and we'll blow his ass up." He then leered a bit. "Hell, maybe it's just someone from the gym pervin on ya. Better not sleep naked."
A silver eyebrow arched slightly. �Is there any other way to sleep?�
Reno rolled his eyes and slid his leg out from under Sephiroth's hair before standing again. "Well then, when those pictures get out on the internet better hope there's nothing embarrassing on them." Reno clicked his three sidearms down onto the coffee table, dumping the clips out of two of them and turning the safety on the third before walking over to the kitchen and tossing the Turk jacket and his holster onto a chair. "Oh, and guess who gets to go with you to Junon tomorrow?"
�I�m guessing from your overflowing enthusiasm that it�s you?� Sephiroth watched as Reno returned to his spot, forgoing draping his leg across the back of the couch in order to place them on the coffee table. Without the suit jacket, Reno looked far more casual and at ease, which was rather amazing as he always seemed casual and at ease. As well, the white dress shirt he wore beneath, the buttons half undone and revealing glimpses of pale, muscular chest, was somewhat flattering. As the Turk became absorbed in the TV once more, Sephiroth decided to make his statement for the night.
The General pounced just as Reno laid the remote down; he caught the lower edges of Reno�s shirt and pulled it swiftly up and over the Turk�s head. Reno was thus effectively pinioned, unable to move his arms or upper body; Sephiroth quickly slithered over the couch to straddle the other�s hips.
�You know, Reno,� he said, eyes roaming the now naked expanse of lean chest, �I haven�t been this entertained in a while.� And with that the General dipped down low, still keeping a firm hold on Reno�s bound arms, to lick a warm trail from collarbone to first one nipple and then the other.
The red head made a sound that was shocked, then angry then strangled before his breath hitched. Reno gave up on tossing his shoulders or dislodging the larger Sephiroth and voiced his anger with a low growl that rumbled in his chest.
Sephiroth raised his head and stared at Reno through strands of his mussed hair; his eerie eyes were almost glowing with hunger. He lowered his head again, this time his tongue seeking entrance into Reno�s mouth. Reno�s hitched breath granted him the opportunity, and long moments later when Sephiroth pulled away they were both breathing heavily.
Suddenly the General reared up, releasing the Turk. With a smug smile, he disentangled himself from Reno, stood, and stretched. �Well,� he said, and there was a thick undercurrent of amusement in his voice, �Good night.�
Reno didn't say anything or move till he heard Sephiroth shut his door. Only then did he close his eyes and try to stop his heart from beating in his throat. Tossing his shoulders, the Turk worked the dress shirt off and hastily put it back on.
He shook his hands out twice before he felt like he had control again. He hated that feeling, that helpless feeling. Sephiroth made his point clear. He was being nice and he didn't have to be. Reno had half a mind to call Reeve and have Rude take his place.
He couldn't come up with a good reason why he didn't do just that when he finally fell asleep on the couch.
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