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A Night In 7th Heaven	By : Miyajima Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not profit from this story. It's written purely for enjoyment. All characters belong to Square from Final Fantasy 7

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Chapter 2
“The Challenge”

What a beauty. Vincent Valentine was so hot.
Reno lingered behind the crowd of people at the bar, a noisy gaggle of men, drunk or halfway there. They served as a smoke screen allowing him to hover very close, undetected.
He paused momentarily to observe his prey.
The man was tall, probably taller than Reno, and gracefully slim. The long, tattered red cloak he wore was buckled up with a high collar that hid the lower portion of his face. Reno sneered in disapproval at it. During his brief interactions with Vincent he had caught a glimpse of that striking face a precious few times. Prior to those flashes, he often wondered if Valentine was hiding some kind of robotic mandible or strange deformity. However, in the end the Turk surmised that the man must simply love to be giftwrapped up to the eyeballs for no apparent reason. It was a shame, and made leering at him a lot less fruitful.
Vincent, as usual, appeared to be in his own little world, completely oblivious that he was being stalked. So introverted, his mind seemed to exist in a separate bubble of reality. Meanwhile in this plane of existence, the neon bar lights gave his porcelain skin a haunting glow, magnifying his ethereal beauty. Listless red eyes seemed to be staring at the floor, into nothingness.
'I'll help you outta that depressing little stupor, gorgeous' The redhead noticed the stock shelves had mirrored backs behind the bottles of booze and took a minute to primp his hair and adjust his suit. Straightening his white shirt out somewhat, he undid an extra button and fixed his collar.
Looking fuckable, Reno.
As gracefully as his inebriated state would allow, he smoothly weaved through the remaining customers until he reached his destination. Sneaking very close to the dark-haired man, he hovered as he waited for his presence to be sensed.
It didn't take long.
Vincent was all too aware that something was invading his small circle of personal space. Not lifting his head, ,he glanced over expressionless to inspect the intruder. Untucked white suit shirt. Black suit coat. Exposed collar bone with a hint of tattoos creeping around a pale neck. He rose his head taking in the information until he was staring into a pair of bright blue eyes and a broad smile.
“How you doin' sweet thing?” it blurted out. The man had wild, bright red hair and goggles shoved up on his forhead. He scantly smelled of beer and cigarettes intermingled with that of hair care products or cologne.
He rested one of his hands on the wall beside Vincent's head, slumping forward slightly. “Come here often?” White teeth flashing a grin as he looked the dark-haired man up and down.
“Reno?” Vincent asked. His face once devoid of expression, changed to mild wonder.
“So, you've heard of me then. All good things I hope, I know I'm famous in some circles for my epic ability to suck a golf ball through a garden hose.”
Vincent stared at the redhead, suitably puzzled. “Reno? We know each other. Are you drunk?”
“Pfftt,” the Turk replied, shrugging and waving a hand through his hair. “Barely, are you?”
“You look a little flushed.”
Vincent was a hard nut to crack. How could he be completely unaware that Reno was obnoxiously hitting on him?
Not a problem. He was willing to work for it.
“That's a shame...Valentine is it?” the redhead went on playfully. He noticed a stray lock of dark hair close to Vincent's eyes, and gently brushed it out of the way making sure to lightly sweep the man's cheek.
Vincent continued to look confused. “Why are you acting like you don't know me? Wait, are you on something?”
The dark-haired man's low, husky voice was so sultry. It almost didn't match his doll-like exterior, and the sound of it sent a pleasant hum through Reno's body. “Just high on life, Valentine. I'll buy you a drink, c'mon.”
A long ethusiastic arm wrapped itself around Vincent's shoulders urging him in one direction, and before he could protest, Reno quickly ushered him into a stool at the bar, plunking himself down right beside him.
“Let me guess. Red wine? You strike me as a refined gentlemen who drinks classy spirits.”
Vampires..goths..they do that red wine out of a fancy ass glass thing all the time right? Reno always had a running dialogue in his head..
Vincent was surprised. “I do drink red wine actually, but you don't have to-”
His comments were dismissed as he saw the flash of a hand fly up to catch the bartenders eye. Tifa was working the other side tonight, the stout woman closest to them was hired help. She flipped two glasses up in front of the duo and filled them with a dark merlot.
“Thanks.” Vincent said reluctantly. He smelled the liquid, and took a small sip. It was decent enough for a local pub. He looked up from the glass to find those blue eyes staring at him again.
Vincent had been having a bad day. It was one of those days where the depression creeped up on him and just sank into his chest like a dark, heavy weight. Perhaps that was why he didn't have the energy to question every strange thing that happened to him. Strange things like sitting at a bar, having a drink of low grade wine with Reno of all people.
He heaved a sigh as he took another sip of his drink, pausing inwardly to re-examine his thoughts. On second thought, why not Reno? Ever the deep-thinker, Vincent made an effort to be non-judgemental, and tried to catch himself if he were drawing conclusions based on rumour over fact. Objectively, was the redhead really any better or worse than anyone else on this screwed up planet? On the contrary, he always came aross as a blatently honest soul. Not because he was a saint, only because it just wasn't in his nature to care about lying. The Turk was notoriously bad at keeping his mouth shut.
A finger tapped his forhead .
“Hellooooo.” Reno asked. “As much as I like staring at the side of your head, did you think you'd join me? “
Vincent blinked, a bit dazed and resurfaced from his sea of thoughts. “Sorry. I was just-”
“Brooding?” the redhead interjected. “ Wallowing in despair? Pondering the world, the mysteries of life, why things are like they are?”
Good gods, this hot little vessel of nightmares needs to be fucked.
“Umm..well I-”
“You know what Valentine? You may not believe this, but you could learn a few things from a guy like me,” he took a mouthful of wine and swallowed it, setting the glass back down. “ See, I know I have a bit of a short fuse, but you know what I don't suffer from? Long-term stress. You don't often find me lost in my own head, toiling inwardly about this mortal coil.”
Vincent opened his mouth briefly to make a comment, but reconsidered and decided to just listen as the redhead rambled on. It was unexpectedly wise.
“You see, you gotta embrace the moment. Live in the present. Sure life has sucked a lot, but I can't dwell on it. There's no point, I can't change it. There's also no point in worrying about the road ahead. I'm always working my ass off to safeguard the future these days, so the way I see it, I spend an adequate amount of time thinking about it. It doesn't need anymore of my attention. So I choose to be in the here and now. I have some drinks, have some laughs, I have a good time. It's a small oasis of contentment in an otherwise chaotic world.”
Vincent nearly went slack-jawed. The sage advice was simplistically stunning. More surprisingly, it had come from this one, this Turk who had always been rumoured to be 'the dumb one'.
He gave Reno a friendly pat on his upper arm.
“ You're absolutely right. I'd like to learn how to live more, how to think less,” he confessed. Vincent lifted his drink and clinked their glasses together. “Cheers.”
Oh sweet. Reno gleefully cackled in his head. He's eating this soul-searching bullshit up! Though he had despised it at the time, Tseng, his supervisor, had frequently enforced the redhead to attend anger managment camps. Usually lasting 48 hours in one foul swoop, they seemed like an eternity of enduring a bunch of hippy therapists spew some emotional bullshit or demonstrate gay breathing techniques. How nice that it wasn't the colossal waste of time he had assumed it to be!
Hell, he hadn't even understood most of it.
On the other hand, Vincent seemed to suck it in and actually like it. He gave a lovely faint smile to the Turk, and appeared much more comfortable. His body language shifted as he let his guard down. The man was growing more relaxed and drinking from his glass more freely. Reno silently ordered him a refill. Getting him liquored up was a sure fire way to move this process along.
He waited until the bartender had refilled their glasses, and held his up toVincent with a jovial expression, “To living in the present”.
He waited to hear the clink of glasses and watched as Vincent took a drink.
Reno hid a discontented sigh. Pleasant as this was for Vincent, he wasn't here to forge a new heartfelt, friendship. The most he wanted out of the dark-haired man was a fuck-buddy. He was getting hornier by the minute, his gaze often getting lost just staring at Valentine's soft, full lips and long, dark eyelashes.
This metaphorical train had to leave the station, fast.
Reno shifted and rested his elbow on the bar, “I know you're hot Valentine, but aren't you also a bit too warm?” Flirtatious smile on his lips.
He pointed out the long, flowing crimson cloak that hid most of that gorgeous figure. “Are you able to take that thing off, or is it the key to your superpowers?”
Vincent looked down at himself and chuckled a bit. “Yeah, I suppose it's a little much for indoors. You could call it my security blanket” He fiddled with the silver buckles and black leather straps at his neck that held it together.
Reno faked a jovial smile while he fidgeted in his chair, dying at the slow, brutal pace of it all. “Here, I'll help with that!” he proclaimed, through clenched teeth. Reaching out for the black leather straps, he batted Vincent's own hands out of the way, and adeptly had the cloak off in seconds.
“Wow...you're fast.” Valentine remarked, folding his cloak and resting it on the low back of the bar stool.
“ I take my time with the important things though...” the redhead muttered, checking out Vincent's black shirt and tight black pants.
Reno leaned as far back as he could without falling in an attempt to behold a leather-clad ass. Boo. It was being sat on. He ran his hand through the front of his hair and rubbed his temples. Hastily and impulsively, he ordered two shots of tequila.
Valentine's eyes widened as he stared at the clear liquid being poured in front of them.
“Don't look so timid, it's just a shot” Reno smiled, reassuringly, “It's good for the tortured soul. Trust me. A stiff shot can really anchor me and for the few seconds it burns, I feel alive. “
He was losing his focus and scrambling words as he haphazardly attempted to intertwine regurgitated psychobabble with his own agenda. He darted his eyes at Vincent, hoping he hadn't strayed too far off the spirtual path of verbal garbage.
Valentine paused, pensively, then picked up the drink and quickly poured it down his throat, squinting his eyes as he felt the burning sensation spread through his neck and face. He couldn't help but cough slightly.
Reno took this as an opportunity to gently smooth the long, dark hair out of Vincent's face. While his hands were so close, he couldn't help but softly brush the back of his fingers against the porcelain skin of his neck. He lingered there, wanting to touch the rest of the man so badly.
He didn't stop the subtle caressing until Vincent slowly turned and hesitantly looked at him, puzzled.
Finally, the clueless man seemed to wake up and take notice. It was about goddammed time.
Reno dropped his hand and placed it on a leather-covered knee, fighting the urge to grope and maul the object of his desire. No one could see what he was up to, they were in the corner, his hands completely hidden underneath bar. No one was paying them any mind. He searched upward, feeling a slim but well muscled thigh through a layer of soft material.
Vincent froze in his seat.
“Reno, I don't know what-”
A slim, long finger pressed itself against those soft lips, an inaudible way of commanding silence. In a blink, the redhead's mouth was a mere whisper away from Vincent's ear. He could feel the warm breath in his hair as Reno quietly interrupted, “How long has it been since you let someone touch you? You want to truly escape reality for a short while? I'll take you there. I'll make you forget everything, sweet thing. ”
A pale hand firmly planted itself on the redhead's chest. Vincent could see the smoldering intent in those pretty blue eyes.
“ I- I haven't..” he tried to stammer out through his shock, ineffectively. “ I'm not-”
Reno's gaze was fixed and unwavering. “Don't think,” he whispered. “Everyone needs it at some point, even you. I'll suck your cock until your eyes roll back into your skull.”
He moved his hand onto the leather-covered bulge of Vincent's crotch and squeezed very slightly. “Let's go somewhere.”
Shocked and confused, Valentine couldn't seem to get any words out aside from breathless stutters. In a flash, he rose from his seat and charged off for the washroom, leaving the Turk leisurely leaning against the bar in his seat.
“The washroom is a popular place tonight.”
This might challenge or deter any other mortal. However, in his experience, Reno knew it was nothing to worry about. He picked the red cloak off the stool next to him, slung it over his shoulder, and casually sauntered to the facilities in pursuit.
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