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The Reaper	By : crystalwind Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: Lemon, a shitload of awkwardness, and way too much nautical terminology -_-

Chapter Eighteen – Vacation

When Rude called Mama to tell her that he was coming home for a vacation, she was thrilled. When he added that he was bringing his new partner with him, she was noticeably less excited, although she did well trying to hide the fact. It was understandable, really – he hadn't exactly had the best luck in partners, after all – so he ignored her reaction for the most part, beyond a small admonishment to "be nice, because the kid was new."
After that call, he booked the trip over. It was a three-day, two-night trip by boat, and he almost booked a shorter trip by air, until he remembered the look on Reno's face when he first looked out over the Claster Reservoir. Remembering that Reno hadn't ever left Midgar before the Claster trip, and so would never have seen the ocean, Rude booked the sea voyage, hoping that Reno wasn't the sort who got seasick. He stopped by the convenience store that evening and bought some Dramamine just in case.
The ship, as frequently occurred during the spring and summer, was booked solid for over a month, with only one open cabin during the next trip. The cabin was a large stateroom with a king-sized bed and an attached washroom, so Rude took it. He even managed to convince himself that he wasn't excited about sharing a bed with Reno for a few days.

Hauling two bags each and armed with a thick stack of seasickness bags (a parting gift from Genesis once he found out that they were leaving for a month), the two Turks strode up the gangplank, Reno still limping from his ankle injury and moving slowly accordingly. Rude waited for him at the top, snatching the heavier of his two bags away before Reno had time to protest and leading him below decks to drop the bags off in their room. Reno whistled when he saw it, plopping down on the bed and looking around. "I didn't know they had rooms this big on a boat."
Rude smiled quietly, letting him gaze around for a little bit before speaking. "They'll be casting off soon; do you want to watch?" Reno grinned, hopping to his feet as fast as his ankle would allow and following Rude back to the upper deck.
Setting sail wasn't really as exciting as Reno had expected. The ship blew its horn three times, the crew undid the lines and threw them onto the dock (which was actually kind of neat, since the lines were four inches in diameter and were probably pretty hard to actually throw anywhere), and a small tug maneuvered the ship away from the dock. The breeze and the turning of the ship washed the deck in diesel fumes, which Reno found somewhat ironic, given that everything else owned and operated by Shin-Ra tended to operate on Mako energy. He stayed despite the fumes, however, watching Junon grow smaller behind them. He had never been to the port city before, but as far as he was concerned, it was an extension of Midgar, and he was now leaving his home behind.
"We'll see it again in a month." Rude's voice was quiet, but Reno startled anyway, forgetting in his nostalgia that his partner was standing right behind him. He blinked rapidly, hoping that Rude would think it was the diesel smoke making his eyes water, and coughed a little before nodding. Rude looked away politely while Reno collected himself; he himself had used his sunglasses to hide his homesickness when he first left Costa to join the Turks. He waited a few moments before speaking again. "Are you hungry?"
Reno shook his head, sighing. "Kind of tired, actually." He was frustrated; it seemed like all he'd been doing since Claster was sleep, but he was always tired anyway. Rude nodded.
"You'll probably get over that by the time we make port in Costa. Your ankle still won't be fully healed, but your body won't be spending so much energy fixing it by then. It was a long drive to Junon too," he added. "I could use a few hours' rest after the trip too. Lunch after we sleep for a little while?" Reno nodded, grateful that Rude wasn't making a big deal about it, and followed his partner back down to the cabin.

Reno stretched, sighing when his back popped and wincing when his ankle did the same thing only louder. Deciding that the wet-sounding crack was a good sign to stay in bed, he rolled over, expecting to find himself cuddled up against Rude's back. He found himself curled up to Rude's chest instead, and froze. 'Wasn't he facing the other way when we went to sleep?'

Rude drowsed for a while before rolling over to try and get more comfortable, and quickly found himself mesmerized by the light from the porthole playing over Reno's back. He had never really considered Reno in a romantic sort of light – the redhead was really just too damned loud, to be honest – but he'd slowly noticed a gradual shift in his attentions over the past month. The incident in the Slums had reminded him that Reno was human, and the Claster mission… Well, he really didn't want to think about Claster, but it had felt nice curling up together while they waited on the Soldiers to finish cleaning house, and he couldn't have made himself leave Reno's hospital bed if his life depended on it. And Reno really did have a nice-looking back…
When Reno shifted and started stretching, Rude stared at the way the muscles played under the skin, too enthralled to flinch when the ankle cracked, too absorbed to consider that Reno might not appreciate catching him staring. By the time he realized that Reno was rolling over it was far too late to do anything about it, and he froze when he found himself curled up with his partner, the redhead's head tucked neatly under his chin.

It didn't take Reno long to decide that he'd been holding his breath for far too long to pretend to be asleep, so he let it out slowly, eyes flicking back and forth over the brief expanse of chest in front of his nose. This was probably the most awkward moment he'd ever been caught in in his entire life… Probably even worse than when Elena had walked in on him while he was using the Training Center's copying machine in a somewhat inappropriate manner as part of a prank. Although come to think of it, he'd been too afraid to move then too… He continued staring at Rude's chest, too nervous to chance a glance up at his partner's face.
Rude let out the breath he'd been holding once he heard Reno start to breathe again, and slowly started to panic inside of his own mind. He hadn't been this uncomfortable since… ever. Even Mama's masterful attempts at embarrassing her children didn't quite compare to this one. Rule Number One of having a partner was that you definitely shouldn't get caught checking them out, and he was pretty sure he'd broken, spat on, and pissed all over that rule. He was too scared of seeing his partner's reaction to look down at Reno's face.
They lay there for several long moments, Rude staring at the door to the head and Reno trying to not stare at Rude's nipples, before either of them dared to move or make a sound. As soon as Reno did say something, he wished the bed would just open up and swallow him whole. "You smell good." Rude was pretty sure he would have gotten up and run away at that point, if his chest wasn't close enough to Reno's face to feel the heat emanating from his sudden blush. He chanced a glance down, and decided that if Reno looked like he wanted to die like that, he probably wasn't making fun of him. Probably.
Reno felt Rude shift to look down at him, felt his eyes on him, and wondered if it was too late to get up and run (or hobble) away. Only a week ago he'd watched Rude crush a mutant's head with his bare hands, and he was pretty sure that he'd just broken Rule Number One of partnership by actually hitting on the older Turk, which may as well have signed his death warrant. And he knew that he couldn't hobble faster than Rude could run; they were going to have to spend months scraping his brains off of the ceiling after Rude was through with him.
Numb with panic over what Rude was going to do to him, Reno didn't notice his partner shifting again until a hand was gripping his chin, forcing him to tilt his head up. Reno had just enough time to wonder if Rude's eyes always looked cool like that, or if it was just when he was about to die, before Rude bent down and kissed him, and he stopped thinking about anything at all.
When Reno went completely limp, Rude was afraid that he'd scared his partner into fainting, and broke the kiss off immediately. That roused Reno out of the daze that he'd fallen into, and he scowled at his partner. "What the fuck did you stop for?!" Confused, but happy that Reno wasn't either passed out or ready to stab him, Rude complied. It was several hours before they left their cabin to find food.

After lunch, which Reno was surprised to discover actually tasted decent, he decided to explore the ship, dragging Rude along with him. Predictably, there wasn't a whole lot to see. Most of the ship was taken up by cabins, which neither Turk wanted to explore even if they were allowed to do so. The engine rooms and bridge were unavailable to regular passengers, although the Captain offered to let them take a tour the next day if they wanted to. Otherwise, there was nothing else to see besides the galley, which they had both just been in for lunch.
Bored with the "tour" but not yet ready to return to the cabin, Reno wandered out onto the deck. Ocean, sky… there wasn't a whole lot to see, honestly, so he wandered over to a large empty space on the deck, Rude trailing him quietly. Reno sat down on the edge of the raised platform, wondering if it was ever used as a stage before deciding that it didn't particularly matter. It was kind of nice to just sit and relax, watching the clouds and letting the breeze ruffle his hair. "Maybe there's something to this whole vacation thing after all…" Rude smiled a little, sitting next to him.
"How's your ankle feeling?" Reno shrugged. It was actually starting to throb, but he didn't really feel like telling Rude that. He suspected that Rude knew anyway; he usually picked up on that sort of thing quickly, sometimes before even Reno had registered it. Rude didn't push the issue, knowing that Reno would probably sit in the sun for a while before moving anyway. The pair sat there for hours, soaking in the sun.

"Well… Guess we'd better take a shower." That was all Reno had to say for the morning's awkwardness to return full-force; apparently kissing and cuddling for a couple of hours didn't really solve that problem like they'd thought it had. Cue the shifty eyes, avoiding gazes, and shuffling feet. What exactly was the protocol for behavior when you wanted to sleep with your work partner, anyway? Rude coughed nervously, wishing he was wearing a uniform so that he could straighten his tie, and Reno wondered if it was actually possible to die from a suffocating atmosphere of discomfort. He didn't particularly want to find out.
"So, since we need to shower… and I'm injured… I should get it first." He looked at Rude quickly before glancing away again. "Aaand… since I'm injured, and am clearly handicapped by a limited mobility… I need someone to help wash my back." Glance up, glance away. Glance back up again. Away. Up. Yeah, Rude was definitely doing the same thing. Smirking ('Poor guy is totally trapped by some seriously ancient dating etiquette or something…') Reno stopped trying to avoid getting caught staring, and looked at his partner until the older Turk noticed and looked back. "SO, since I clearly need help, you should clearly come join me. Once you've stopped blushing. Which you definitely are, I don't care if your skin is dark, I can tell Rude." Trying not to laugh at the mortified look on Rude's face, Reno turned and hobbled into the head. It didn't even occur to him that Rude might not follow… which he did, after several moments of wondering how Reno could tell he was blushing without being able to see it. He had to admit though, Reno's "lack of mobility" was a pretty lame excuse… even though it had worked.
(…and here starts the lemon, in case you don't particularly feel like reading it. It actually goes until the end of the chapter, so you can skip to the A/N of you want…)
By the time Rude gave up on figuring out the mystery of his blushes and walked into the head, Reno was already standing under a spray of hot water, hidden by a rapidly-fogging shower door. And he was singing. Rude stopped where he was, reflecting with some amusement that Reno was probably one of the few people in the world who could sing a song about cats swimming while he was taking a shower and still actually sound good. Then Reno stopped in the middle of a line to ask him why he was just standing there instead of getting in, and he huffed out a small laugh; the redhead always knew when he was there. Glad that Reno wasn't going to leave any time for things to grow awkward again, he stripped down quickly and cracked open the shower door, stepping in and shutting the door to try and keep the cold air from entering the shower stall. Reno's back was to him, and he decided that while he liked watching the light play across Reno's back, it looked pretty good wet, too.
A quick shampoo-bottle-interception later and Reno was getting what he decided was pretty much the most awesome hair wash ever. It was really more of a head massage than anything else, and Reno sighed contentedly. He should have gotten Rude to wash his hair for him a long time ago. He relaxed entirely, head drooping forward and weight resting on his uninjured leg while Rude rinsed out the shampoo and followed it up with conditioner. 'Who knew that a guy with no hair would be so good at this?' Another bottle interception (although Reno didn't really fight for this one), and Rude was lathering body wash onto his back, kneading his neck and shoulder muscles. Reno couldn't restrain the moan that that brought out, and he pushed back against Rude's hands, wordlessly (although not really soundlessly) asking for him to continue. Rude swallowed, trying to ignore the tightening in his groin that the noise had evoked, and obliged.
Reno's sighs and breathy groans as he continued made it difficult for Rude to keep his hands on Reno's shoulders, and after a minute of containing himself he decided that if Reno cared, he wouldn't have let Rude get into the shower with him, and he let his hands roam, working slowly down the planes of Reno's back. From his back it was only a quick trip to slide the palms of his hands down taut hips, his thumbs pressing across the firm muscles of Reno's rear before his hands changed direction and wrapped around to glide up the ridged muscles of his stomach and chest.
By this point Reno's sighs had turned to small gasps, and the moan he released when Rude's fingers found and rubbed around his nipples was entirely different from the one he'd issued when Rude began to massage his neck. That was all it took for Rude to drop a hand back to Reno's waist, turning him until they faced each other. Kissing while you were fully clothed in bed was a lot different than kissing while you were naked and pressed together in a hot shower, and neither Turk was really complaining about the fact.
Rude's arms were wrapped around Reno, holding most of his weight and preventing him from over-stressing his ankle, and Reno took full advantage of the opportunity to writhe against him, grinding their hips together while their tongues battled it out, twisting and teasing each other in a fierce battle, which Reno didn't really mind losing when Rude pressed the attack. The grinding had turned the dull ache in his groin into an intense throbbing and he panted and groaned into Rude's mouth, want and need combining to incite him into a desperate frenzy. He nearly sobbed when Rude broke off the kiss, lowering him back to the ground and holding his hips still to put a little bit of distance between their bodies.
Reno's eyes flew open, desperately seeking Rude's, and he opened his mouth to try and find out how he'd already managed to fuck this up, but then his eyes found Rude's, and the serious look on his partner's face made the words die in his throat. Rude gazed at him for a moment, thumbs slowly stroking circles on his hips, before he leaned back in. Reno let his eyes fall closed again, but Rude's lips landed only on the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, and slowly began to travel down, and Reno opened his eyes again to watch him. Rude didn't linger on his nipples as he passed them, gracing them with a breathy, open-mouthed kiss before continuing on, passing his tense stomach and belly button and stopping to rest against the base of his erection. He paused there, breathing gently against it, thumbs still stroking Reno's hips, before leaning back, gazing up to watch Reno's reaction, and enveloping the flushed tip with the hot moisture of his mouth.
Overwhelmed by the heat and the pressure against his cock, Reno let his eyes flutter closed again and he leaned back to rest against the shower wall. Satisfied with his partner's reaction, Rude focused back on the task at hand, dipping his head down and sucking Reno's heavy erection tightly into his mouth. He swallowed a little more each time the tip of Reno's cock hit the back of his throat, and let his teeth scrape each time on the way back up, catching at the skin of the head before changing direction again and moving back down.
When Rude began moving, Reno had to grab onto the door railing to keep from falling over. When he felt Rude's teeth enter the equation he arched off of the wall until he was nearly on his toes, ignoring the sharp pain in his ankle in favor of a breathy cry. When Rude started groaning and humming around him, the vibrations shook him to his core, and he couldn't have stopped his moans and cries if his life had depended on it. Then Rude brought his hands into the picture, and he was lost.
Devouring the noises that Reno was making with a greed that Rude hadn't realized he possessed, the large Turk released one of Reno's hips, bringing his hand around to rub gently between his partner's legs. Using the water and remaining soap suds to ease his way, he massaged the puckered skin around Reno's entrance with his forefinger before slowly slipping the tip of his finger inside. Too focused on the sensation of Rude's tongue wrapping around his cock, Reno barely even noticed the intrusion, even when Rude slid his finger in all the way to the first knuckle. He noticed when a second finger joined the first, but Rude was deep-throating him and groaning around him and Reno couldn't really bring himself to care – particularly when Rude curled his fingers in and rubbed up against his prostate. Too far gone to consider that there were probably cabins on either side of theirs, he was practically screaming by the time Rude added a third finger, twisting and stretching them while he stroked his partner.
Reno's screams quickly degenerated into high-pitched whimpers and begging before becoming entirely incomprehensible, and Rude smiled around the throbbing member in his mouth, suckling harder and stretching his thumb out to rotate against Reno's scrotum. The added stimulation was enough to finally tip the redhead over the edge, and his breath caught in a silent scream when he felt his body tighten, every muscle tensing and arching him away from the wall again, Rude's arm the only thing preventing him from toppling over. Rude swallowed, continuing to bob his head and stroke Reno's prostate until the teen's spasms had stopped. Then he pulled his head and his hand away, gently lowering Reno to rest on the floor of the shower, body cradled gently in his arms.
Reno relaxed there for a few minutes, savoring the afterglow of a good orgasm and the feel of Rude's warm body surrounding him. The soft pattering of the shower was almost enough to lull him to sleep before he shifted a little against Rude and realized that his partner still had a heavy erection. Too satisfied to care that similar activities with his father had hurt him as a child, Reno smirked and rubbed more purposefully against him. "What say we finish this, hm?" His voice was a husky whisper, and Rude groaned, tightening his arms around him and nuzzling his neck before sitting back abruptly. Reno didn't have any time to question what was going on before Rude gripped his waist and lifted him, standing in one smooth motion and stepping out of the shower without bothering to try and turn it off. Reno sucked in a quick breath, surprised at how easily Rude picked him up, before wrapping arms and legs around his partner, devouring his lips with another kiss. They were probably lucky to make it out of the head without Rude falling over at that point.
They did make it, however, and Rude laid Reno back on the bed, following his body down to draw him into another heated kiss. Reno whimpered, arching his hips up to rub against Rude's. He had never willingly bottomed for anyone before and hadn't really realized how pleasurable it could be, and he was more than ready to move on from fingers now. Rude didn't keep him waiting for very long.
Rude slid a hand down between their bodies, lightly palming Reno's semi-hard erection. He paused to enjoy the way Reno curled against him, rough fingers digging into his shoulders and breathy moans puffing against his collarbone, before cradling Reno close with his free arm and positioning himself at the redhead's still-stretched entrance. Reno stilled, quivering in anticipation, and Rude slowly slid himself inside.
Reno hadn't been aware that Rude's cock was pierced, but he was well acquainted with the fact now – he felt every hard ridge as the ladder of barbells slid in, felt when the thick ring on the tip rubbed against him. Rude's erection was a hell of a lot bigger than his fingers, and obviously so, but Reno loved every inch of it; he always had enjoyed a little bit of pain…
Rude didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt, gasping as Reno's tight heat surrounded him. It had been far too long since the last time he'd done this. Too turned on to wait, and galvanized by the needy moans and small thrusting movements that Reno was trying to make, he pulled back out as slowly as he'd entered before slamming back in with one quick, hard thrust. Reno let out an explosive curse and arced off of the bed, his body exploding as the heavy ring bumped against his prostate on its way in. Fuck pain, this was good; that single thrust was enough to bring his own erection back full force.
Pleased with Reno's reaction, Rude set a steady pace, still cradling Reno with one arm. His other hand continued to palm at Reno's erection, and the redhead couldn't stop the stream of moans and garbled words that spilled out of his mouth; most of them were Rude's name anyway. He gripped Rude's shoulders tightly enough that the bald-headed Turk probably would have complained in a normal situation, feeling the flex of his shoulder and back muscles every time Rude pistoned his hips forward. The heavy pounding combined with the coarse hand on his erection brought him quickly back to a peak, and he clenched his thighs tightly around Rude's waist, rocking back against him in time with his thrusts and suckling on his neck and collarbone in a vain attempt to stop the endless flow of noises tumbling past his lips.
Rude felt him tensing and would have been relieved, had he not been too intensely focused on the way Reno was curling up against him to actually think; a long period of lonely nights had ensured that his own release would come quickly, and he increased the pressure in his hand while at the same time changing the tempo of his drives, stroking Reno's cock quickly and roughly but stroking his insides slowly and steadily, with a sharp rolling snap at the end of each thrust.
Reno had to fight to draw in a stuttering breath, which he immediately released in the form of a drawn-out moan. Every sharp jolt jarred both his body and his nerve endings, sending him into a spinning haze that swirled into a sparkling white blaze when he finally toppled over the edge, not even noticing that he was shouting Rude's name as he came. Rude followed moments later, body too tense to make a sound.
Reno shuddered, feeling Rude's rigid heat release inside of him, the larger man's body tense and coiled above him. Then he started to cry.
It took Rude a moment to start breathing again, to be able to see or hear anything, and so for a few seconds he didn't realize that Reno was crying. As soon as he did he started kissing the redhead's cheeks, forehead, eyelids, anything to soothe him and find out what was wrong. Reno started to laugh as soon as Rude asked, turning his quiet sobbing into loud hiccups, which quickly turned into a hysterical fit of giggling. It was a while before Reno calmed down enough to convince Rude that nothing was wrong; he just hadn't had anybody ever try so hard to make him feel that good. Tired and slightly embarrassed by his giggling fit, he decided not to make fun of Rude this time for blushing.
Slightly confused but thoroughly relieved that Reno was okay, Rude sighed and finally let his body relax, pulling his arm out from under Reno's head and shoulders and bracing himself as he pulled out. He wiped his other hand on the blankets before settling down next to his partner, absently noting that he could still smell Reno's shampoo even after the sex, and that it smelled pretty good. Reno stretched contentedly, and Rude smiled, watching the light gleam off of the sweat that laced his body. Their day was ending as it had started.
Reno caught sight of his stare and his smile and flushed, curling up on his side to return Rude's steady gaze. Rude's smile grew a little wider, and he reached out to stroke Reno's shoulder, admiring the way his sweat-slicked hand slid across the firm muscle there. Returning the smile with a small one of his own, Reno relaxed as Rude gave his exposed shoulder blade a tender massage, letting the gentle motion lull him to sleep. As his eyes slowly fell shut, he barely noticed the ache in his ankle or the cum that coated his stomach and seeped from between his thighs.
Rude briefly considered getting up to grab a towel and clean them off, but Reno moved before he could, sighing a little and snuggling close to Rude's chest, much in the same way he had that morning. Rude chanced a careful glance down and saw that Reno was still smiling a little in his sleep, and he decided that getting clean really wasn't worth erasing that smile at that point. With that thought in mind, he wrapped his arms more tightly around his partner, made sure that Reno's hair was flattened under his chin and wouldn't tickle his nose while they slept, and drifted into sleep.

A/N:
My ankle hurts, so… I can't wash my back. Dur… Never break Rule Number One. Cat Empire ftw :) I actually first listened to a song by that band as a result of reading a different fanfic (an AkuRoku fic in which Axel was the singer in a cover band for the Cat Empire… I forget the name of the fic now, since it was quite a while ago). The song I refer to in the shower scene is "Waltz", from the Cities album… and it's not really mostly about cats swimming, but I love that line, so… :p
Sorry if the lemon is choppy, btw… I didn't sit down and write it all at once, so each paragraph might not flow perfectly into the next : /
Well, anyway… This is almost the end :( I was expecting the vacation to take more time, but it's going to end up fitting into two chapters, and the second part is already outlined, and will probably be typed within the next week or so. There will likely be an epilogue (Reno's birthday, or something to tie in to Axel, or both), but that's it for the main part of the story. I am still going to do Rude's prologue (about his past partner(s) and lover) and I'm going to do a story set about six years in the future when Axel is 18, and Reno finds him again, but I've had my shapeshifter story on the mind a lot lately, so I might kick that off before I start the others (I only have general ideas for those, so starting the Shifter story would mean a faster update).
Thanks to all of you who have been following this story; your reviews and support have meant a lot to me. Hopefully I don't disappoint with the next story that I come out with :)
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