The World Can Wait

(edited again!!)^^ Ok, so this is not the end. This is just the beginning, but seeing as how I have never written anything like this before I'm taking this slow, not to slow though. I have most of it written, but i wanted to get something out. Anyway, Whether, bad or good or indifferent please leave some feedback. It will help me to get the next part up or edit what I already have. Ok I'm babbling and you don't want to read me babble, so here is more.
(ack! is really kinda nervous ^^)

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It was a look that consumed Rude's very soul, leaving no part of him unscathed in its intensity as jade colored eyes raked over him. The red head left no doubt in his partner's mind of what was to come. Rude was no fool, nor was he a man led easily into temptation, but Reno was the original sin incarnate and Rude was being led astray and eternal damnation never looked so promising.

Leaning down the kiss Reno once more, a large hand grasps seemingly delicate wrists tightly, raising them above his head holding the younger Turk in place, while the other hand deftly undoes the few buttons that stand between him and pale perfection.

Reno's eyes flutter shut as a warm hand splays across his chest, tracing over skin heated by touch and flushed with color. When rough fingers pad over dusky nipples and press the raised peaks between forefinger and thumb, Reno arches into the man holding him captive and releases a shaky breath.

Primal need devours Rude as he both takes his partner in by sight and learns his soon to be lovers softness by touch. For both a man and a Turk, Reno's skin is soft, marred by the occasional scar, but otherwise pristine and it draws the older Turk in. The edge of need has moved from a dull ache to something greater, but Rude doesn't want this to end quickly, he has waited for this for too long to let it pass in a night of raw sex. He takes in the difference, he is the darkness to Reno's light. Rude is no poet by any means. He is a man of few words, always one to understand the notion behind actions speaking louder. Releasing Reno's wrist and catching his partner around his waist, Rude pushes the shirt, exposing more of the skin that begs to be touched, teased and tasted.

When the shirt falls to the floor at his feet, Reno gives a half hearted attempt to struggle free from his caramel skinned partner, but when the grip tightens around his waist and blunt teeth scrap across his neck, the red head stills and allows Rude the control for now. Reno whimpers in response when a nipple is rolled between calloused fingers, brings his hands to rest upon his partners shoulders and grips the solid flesh tightly. Reno is torn between giving in to each sensation caused by his partners slow approach and pushing the stoic man to breaking away from tender into giving him the good hard fuck that he knows.

Under Rude's scrutiny, Reno begins to feel old insecurities well up from the dark places where they lay hidden beneath layers of bravado and addiction. In an attempt to drive away the unwanted memories, he seeks a new addiction in the taller man. Moaning against the lips that caress the side of his mouth, Reno leans into Rude, basking in the warmth being offered as he slides a knee between Rude's thighs and presses it against the promising bulge that lay beneath tailored pants.

Rude lets out a laboured breath and presses back against the smaller man, it becomes a game of press and push, a game that Rude is quick to end, he isn't close enough that he'd spill at the slightest touch, but keeping the need welling within at bay is taking what control he has.

Capturing Rude's lower lip between his own, Reno sucks on the flesh before taking it between his teeth and biting, slowly releasing the lip and smiling against the swollen skin. He was out of his head with lust and need for Rude, for however long his partner thinks he had waited for this moment, Reno had waited much longer. Far beyond partnership, before the Turks or even setting foot on the upper plates, Reno had wanted this man from the moment he laid eyes on him in the slums while turning tricks. Whether the older Turk knew it or not, Reno had seen him once, and just that one time was all it took for the redhead to wonder what it would be like to be fucked and owned by someone like Rude. No, not someone like him, but him.

Brushing his lips along Rude's jaw, trailing kisses up to the curve of a heavily pierced ear, Reno tugs one hoop between his teeth, before whispering against the side of Rude's head. "Fuck me...you know you want to. Fuck me hard, I can take it. Ain't a girl yo. Don't need this slow shit."

Bringing his knee up, increasing the pressure in what he hopes is an encouraging way, he smirks as a throaty moan reaches his own ear and the arms that encircled his waist tighten. It's the deep growl that follows that makes Reno go weak at the knees, moving one hand to the back of Rude's neck and trailing the other over his chest and down the press against the well defined abs that still lay hidden beneath cotton. Reno continues his assault on Rude's ear, while speaking in hushed tones against it. "Bet you like it rough. Bet you'd love to bend me over the table and shove that big dick up my ass." The grip at this waist tightens almost painfully and Reno almost has second thoughts about baiting the larger man. Almost.

Rude is not one to be deterred. He knows Reno. And under the layers of lust he can feel the edge of something threatening to taint what he really wants to give Reno. "You'd like that, wouldn't you. A nice, long, hard fuck that'd leaving you walking funny for days." Truth be told, Rude wouldn't mind a hard fuck. But not tonight. This was something more, and Rude was not some nameless man paying for a quick screw. And Reno was not a whore. Leaning down to taste the salty skin of Reno's neck, feeling the quickened pulse beneath his lips and smiling at the shudder that passes through the now silent man. He knows Reno expects a fuck. He also knows this is one time he won't be to upset to disappoint a partner. Didn't mean he was going to be all hearts and flowers though, and as Rude grazes his teeth against the sensitive flesh before biting down, marking the skin with blunt teeth, he thinks that perhaps tonight he'll show Reno just what it means to be marked as being owned by someone like Rude.