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Saying Thanks, ShinRa Style	By : mizperceived Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rufus' Way
- 2-Reno's Turn
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or settings of Final Fantasy VII. They are the sole creative property of SquareEnix. I do however own my insanity and perversity. Nor do I make a profit from this endeavor, I will however gain carpal tunnel syndrome eventually.

Title: Saying Thanks, Shinra Style

Warnings: Reno. (I think that covers everything, no?) Yaoi, lemons, smut, language, crude humor (again I do believe just saying RENO covers all of this)

Rating: M for sMutty!

Pairings: Reno/Rufus

Summary: Sometimes a "Thank You" note just doesn't suffice. Story 2 in the Saying Thanks series. This is a 2 shot

Saying Thanks, Shinra Style

Reno's Turn

(set about a month or so after the events of Advent Children)

Rufus Shinra sat at his desk in his temporary office cum lodgings in Healen Lodge, going over construction plans for new housing units in Edge that Reeve Tuesti, head of the WRO sent over earlier in the day when a rapid tattoo was drummed on his closed door. Taking one last brief glance at the blueprints, he put them aside and called out for whomever it was to enter.
Reno, the Second in Command of the Turks, quickly opened the door and sauntered into the room. His hands were shoved deep inside his pants pockets, his open suit jacket and untucked dove grey dress shirt draping over his wrists. He stood in the doorway waiting for some sort of acknowledgement from the man he was staring at. If there was one thing that Rufus Shinra had in spades and that Reno lacked it was patience and it was starting to show now.
"How ya feelin'?"
"Well," the blonde responded without looking up from the documents on his desk.
"No pain or anything?"
"No," came the curt reply.
"The othas are all out on a mission, so I'm the only one here…"
Sighing, Rufus put down the small magnifying glass he was using to see the minute details in the prints and looked up at Reno. "I know," he said as he stared down his employee. "I've very busy today Reno, was there something important you had to tell me?" The blonde didn't wait for a response before turning his attention back to the papers before him.
The redhead shrugged his shoulders slightly and was going to say no as he was turning back towards the door but he paused. He did have something important he wanted to talk to Rufus about. It was something that had been burning inside of him, slowly, for the last two plus years. Looking over his shoulder at the halo of golden locks bent over the desk, soft hands smoothing out the paper, Reno knew this was his one and only chance to get way. It was his turn. He waited this long and finally nothing could stop him.
After the day in Rufus' office years ago, things were… different between the Turk and the President. Not strained, just a slight shift. Reno's gaze would linger a bit more, Rufus was a tad more lenient. Not so much that an outsider would notice, but enough that the core of the Turks did. Reno remembered that Tseng was going to send Reno on an extended mission when shit hit the fan.
Diamond Weapon's attack. Meteorfall. Sephiroth.
Rufus was gravely injured and was set up in Kalm to recover.
The kidnappings. Geostigma.
It took nearly two years. Two years of not knowing but believing. Two years but they found him. Reno found him, clinging to a ladder in some cave.
Two years and a shit load of emotional and mental hardships to deal with to come to the understanding that Reno had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with his boss. The boss that wielded him as a weapon, the same man that used him as a tool to crawl out of the proverbial cave to once again sit atop the world.
Reno looked back over his shoulder at the blonde and scowled. Enough was enough. He couldn't go on like this. Feeling unappreciated and used and… lost. Steeling himself he turned fully around and closed the door behind him, twisting the lock silently.
"Yeah, as a matta' fact there is sumthin I gotta talk ta ya about," Reno's voice breaking the silence. The president looked up as the redhead sauntered towards him. His ice blue eyes widening slightly before narrowing as the Turk rounded the desk, pushing the blonde's chair back slightly.
"What do you think you're doing? I've extremely busy Reno and I don't have time for games," the blonde huffed.
"Rufus Shinra doesn't have time fa games? Ha! Good one boss," Reno smirked as he leaned towards the blonde, the back of his thighs connected with the desk. Placing his hands on the arm rests of the president's chair; Reno blocked the younger man from moving away.
"I gotta question for ya, Roofie," Reno's eyebrows shot up momentarily at the low growl emanating from the blonde at the nickname. "Da ya remember last time you and I had a private meeting?" Reno's head tilted slightly as he watched the blonde's eyes narrow, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration.
Rufus tried to think of what Reno was talking about and a way to get the redheaded menace out of his office. It wasn't that Rufus was uncomfortable around Reno; it was just Reno made Rufus experience uncomfortable emotions. Rufus had always felt that the redhead was able to see under the mask he wore everyday and that was something the blonde couldn't risk, especially now when he was trying to rebuild their lives, his life.
"I'm sorry Reno, I don't remember," Rufus muttered as Reno's ponytail swung out from behind the Turks back. The bright red tresses capturing the blonde's attention. He itched to reach out and wrap it around his fist, wanting to smell it, see if it smells of coffee, cloves and Reno.
"Wouldja like me ta remind ya? We never finished if I remember correctly," the redhead smirked. Rufus nodded his head absently, his eyes still riveted to the hair that had captivated him for years. The blonde jerked suddenly in his chair when he felt Reno's hands on his thighs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Turk?" The tone was calm and deadly but Reno saw the nervousness in Rufus' eyes and the slight twitch in the fingers that wrapped around his wrists.
"I'm helpin ya ta remember. Think back Rufus. Before tha stigma, before Diamond. Think about our meetin and ya words ya said ta me."
Reno leaned back, giving the blonde some breathing space as he shifted to sit on top of the desk, pushing the papers every which way to make room. It took a few minutes of thinking and seeing the lecherous grin on the redhead's face before the memory came flooding back.
Yeah right, Shinra. You think about that every time you jerk off, perv. What's it been? Two years?
Rufus scowled slightly as his subconscious tried to kick his ass into gear. He quickly smoothed out his features and regarded the man before him. He quickly stood up and made his way towards the office door, unlocking it.
"I'm sorry Reno but I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about," Rufus was proud that his voice didn't waver through the lie.
Quicker than Rufus could blink, the Turk was standing before him, once again crowding the blonde. Reno's palm slammed the door shut once again as he fully turned, making Rufus' back connect with the door.
"I think ya do Rufus," he whispered directly into the blonde's ear. Rufus could feel the heat of Reno's skin against his neck, the redhead's breath causing the shorn blonde locks to waver back and forth. It took everything Rufus had to not close his eyes and moan at the sensation. "I think ya rememba how ya had me get on mah knees for ya," Reno murmured as his tongue peeked out of his mouth to lick the smooth flesh of the blonde pressed against the door.
"Is that what you want Reno?" Rufus gritted his teeth to keep from hissing as he felt the redhead ground his arousal into him. "You want a blow job from me?" The blonde scrunched his nose in disgust at the thought and shoved his weight back, dislodging the Turk off of him. Before Rufus could escape his makeshift office, Reno had pulled him back inside.
"If all I wanted was a blow job from ya, I woulda had it by now," Reno started stalking the President, backing the blonde towards the leather couch that made up the small sitting area. "Matta fact, I woulda had it evr'y single night," Reno winked at his boss has he pushed the man to sit down on the couch. Reno quickly stripped himself of his jacket and toed off his unlaced boots before straddling the blonde on the couch.
Reno's hands rested on either side of Rufus' head, firmly gripping the upholstery of the furniture as he seated himself fully on the blonde's lap. Reno smirked at the President when he felt two hands firmly grasp onto his hips. Rufus knew he should push the Turk away, that a faint part of his brain was ringing an alarm that this was not a good thing, he couldn't resist.
"Rufus," Reno murmured as his lips ghosted over the young man's exposed neck. "I remembered something else I'm thankful for."
Rufus hummed in response as he felt the redhead's breath on his neck and those fiery locks brushed against his cheek. He held back the slight whimper of loss when Reno sat back on his hips.
"Wanna know what I'm most thankful for?"
It took a moment but Rufus blinked and realized that Reno had his head down as he spoke, as if he was trying to hide something. Not entirely comfortable with the way his Turk Second in Command was acting, Rufus lifted one perfectly manicured hand and raised it to lift Reno's face up, ever so gently by his chin. Ice blue eyes looked searching into Mako bright turquoise ones.
"I'm thankful you survived, yo."
It was a pained whisper but Rufus heard it, then felt Reno turn his face into the blondes palm and kissed the center of it before leaning forward and tentatively brushing their lips together. The light touch soon turned harder almost demanding. Neither one could decipher who tugged whom closer nor whose lips opened first, it just happened. It felt right.
"Reno," it was said as if it was a prayer. The Turk responded by removing himself from Rufus' lap and shifted a few pieces of furniture around. Thankfully, when Reno decorated the office years ago for Rufus, the redhead insisted on a modular couch that could be moved around, the pieces forming what resembled a platform bed. Making sure there was more than enough room for two fully grown men to romp around on, Reno playfully pounced on the blonde, a huge grin splitting his face in two.
Laying slightly atop the President, Reno took his time undressing the young man underneath him. Every inch of pale flesh exposed to him, finally free of trauma. Only faint scars here and there peppered his skin, a silent testament to Rufus' drive to live. Reno's callused palm swept down Rufus' chest, splitting the layers of clothing open. Scooting back a bit, he gave the blonde enough room to shed the clothing, tossing them haphazardly away from them.
As soon as Rufus laid back down, Reno's lips were upon him, attacking him, soothing him, claiming him. This was what he wouldn't allow during his last and only encounter with the deadly Turk. This was what he always wanted, to give in to the walking temptation that was, that IS Reno.
Reno's lips moved slowly over Rufus' body, tasting and savoring the flesh presented to him. He kissed the places where he remembered the stains of Geostigma were on the young body. He tried to kiss away the mental anguish it caused both of them.
"Ren… Reno, please," the blonde practically begged. The redhead smirked against the tender flesh of Rufus' stomach as his fingers dropped the belt and waistband of the President's white pants. Making short work of the materials, he sat back on his heels as he removed shoes, socks, pants and…
"The fuck are those?" Reno's incredulous inquiry snapped Rufus' out of his daze slightly. Blushing slightly, the blonde tried to squirm his way out from under the redhead. "Stop," the redhead chided before quickly placing quick kisses over Rufus' still clothed member.
"M… mi… micro boxer briefs," the blonde moaned out.
"I think I like em, yo," Reno replied as he set about slowly peeling the satiny yet stretchy material away from the blonde's body. "Personally," Reno began as if he was having a normal conversation and not in the process of torturing his boss with his tongue. "I prefer commando." Reno felt Rufus' hands tug harder into his hard and he looked up into the flushed face. "Wha? I like free ballin', yo!" Reno winked before going back, licking a long and tantalizing line from the underside of Rufus' sack to the head of his dripping cock.
The Turk thrusted a hand into his pants pocket, as he kept his rhythm going with his mouth and other hand on Rufus' engorged member. Letting his fingers graze over his own swollen erection, Reno fingered the item his was looking for. Moving his mouth slowly off of Rufus, the redhead let his tongue play with the slit as he quickly lubed up his fingers on his right hand.
Reno went back to sucking the young President off as he pushed his fingers inside the tight hole one by one. The blonde's moans were intoxicating, Reno found himself grinding his painful and still clothed erection into the pillow cushions. Deciding that Rufus was as stretched as he was going to get, Reno let his tongue and fingers work magic. Every time Reno sucked harder and pulled his lips up on the cock, he let his fingers rub sensuously over the hidden bundle of nerves deep inside Rufus.
In a matter of minutes, Rufus was calling out Reno's name. His fisted tightening around flame colored locks as his body shuddered it's release.
Seeing the opening for what it was, Reno quickly divested himself of all of his cumbersome clothing. Grabbing the lube once again, he quickly slicked himself up; making sure to coat every inch of him. Rufus gasped when he saw just how big and obviously painfully erect his Turk was.
His Turk.
His.
Rufus locked eyes once again with Reno. Slowly, dragging his palms up Reno's arms, he let them circle around the redhead's neck; his fingers locking around each other.
"You're mine, Reno. Never forget that," his whisper promised something dark and everlasting. "Make me yours."
Those three words snapped Reno's tentative control over himself. In one swift thrust, he seated himself fully in the welcoming heat of Rufus Shinra's body. The Turk was cognizant enough to give the younger man a moment or two to get accustomed to the feeling of being full and stretched. When Rufus tugged harshly on his long ponytail, ripping it free of its confines, Reno began a brutal but completely pleasurable pace.
Rufus hardened for a second time almost immediately. With a few minute adjustments, the redhead was constantly pummeling and sawing across the abused inner nerves of the blonde's body.
With a harsh grip on Rufus' cock, Reno stalled the man's second release so that they could come together, calling each other's names.
Sated and exhausted, Reno collapsed onto the couch, off to Rufus' side. The redhead quickly reached down to the floor, grabbing the first piece of clothing he could; Rufus' white button down shirt, and wiped both of them clean.
"Reno?"
"Hm?"
"Want to know what I'm thankful for?"
"Sure…"
"I'm thankful for you. All you've done and continue to do. I'm thankful for this chance," Rufus whispered. He waited for Reno to reply but all he heard was the slightly muffled sounds of Reno's snoring.

A/N: WOW. Writer's block sucks big… well... you know.
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Up next in the Saying Thanks series? Avalanche. Tifa/Aerith and Cloud/Tifa/Aerith
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