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The Simple Pleasures	By : ub3rschnitzel Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 613 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
Author's Notes: This is an
RP session turned story. I give half the credit to Kazzii, who, by all
means, has opened my eyes at last to other RP pairings that my other roleplaying
buddies find distasteful. This contains spoilers as to the upcoming film,
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. Other than that, I've heard it's a
nice piece of writing, and Kazzii loves it too, therefore, if you've seen the
movie and don't mind this pairing, read on! If you haven't seen the movie
and do not care that there are spoilers herein, and want only lust and sex,
please go to chapter 3 and leave me alone. Or read the whole thing.
Please R&R, C&R.
--------Chapter 3--------
Rufus shut his eyes. I didn't know what was
going through his mind. He just looked like he was in some place of torment I
couldn't reach. He pulled the sheets as well as he could around his waist, but
that was as far as his strength would go. He wiped his face slowly, then sighed.
"Reno," he said, wiping his hand on the sheet. "These are your orders. I want
you to sleep in here with me. Don't worry about keeping me awake, I don't think I'll be sleeping well
anyway."

And to that, he added a weak, bitter laugh.

I realized with stupid slowness that he was crying; he was wiping tears on the sheets.
My knees turned into hole-eaten rubber. I wanted to yell at him for being
like this, for making himself look so weak. But maybe he had accepted it
all already, and I was too stunned for anything but agreement. I nodded, felt my
own denial of Rufus's mortality draining away. I wetted my cracked lips
and nodded. "Okay," I heard myself say. "Just don't." I
stepped close, feeling vigilante and empathetic, but hey, it's alright to be
friendly when your boss is crying, right? I knelt by the bed and used the edge
of the shirt sleeve in my hands to wipe away the tears Rufus had missed. "Don't
cry. I'll
stay."

Rufus sighed. He rolled his eyes slightly, but I didn't know what for
until he uttered a frustrated growl and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Come here,
damn it. Stop being such a pansy and st...stay close to me!" Frantic, I stood, trying to dislodge his hands, but being the complete clumsy jackass that I
am, I lost my balance (they don't teach us ballet in Turk school!) and I fell on
top of him with our simultaneous "Ooph!"

I had to wonder where the hell he mustered all that strength to pull me so hard.
Or maybe I was just overly tired. "Wh...what are you doing!?" Shock that he
could be so strong combatted with surprise that he was even using it to pull
me on top of him. I gawped at him, my hands pressed against the pillows on
either side of the boss's shoulders. I strived to find words to fit this
uncommonly pleasant situation. Rufus looked utterly beautiful beneath me, his
damp hair spread all around him on the dark blue sheets.

"Y...You..."

He looked constrained. I could still feel his arms around my shoulders. Then he
pulled me again; his tongue flicked out, my eyes following it obsessively, the
serpent's tongue dancing. The image fled into my mind, and for a moment
Rufus was a snake writhing underneath me. But he wasn't moving. Not yet.
His eyes misted over fully as he leaned up and
clumsily slid his warm, soft mouth against mine.

I saw stars, literally, but maybe it was only because my blood suddenly rushed
away from my head and hurried downwards. I felt his lips; I could fucking taste
them. I slowly relaxed (careful, for I wished not to crush him), suspending
disbelief simply to enjoy the feel of him.

I could feel Rufus's body and sinews quivering with the effort to hold onto me,
and I knew he was trying his hardest to keep the moment going as long as it
could. His arms locked around my chest, hard, wiry arms, and his tongue flicked
out once. Before I could give a proper response, he sagged back against the
bedsheets again and panted, "Don't... leave me."

"I won't. I'll stay right here with you," I murmured, sliding away to lay beside
him. I stroked the damp strands out of his face, and pressed close, running my
mouth his jawline to his waiting lips. He pressed against me, and I felt the
most gentle vibration of his moan against my willing mouth.

We did not have to say anything at all, having reached a paradox that even if
Rufus died tomorrow, we understood one another on a brand new level, as though
some door that I would not let be opened had been burst apart by the immutable
truth - I loved him, would love Rufus Shinra forever. But
I stopped fighting it. It was clear now Rufus wanted me, and I wanted him.
That my truth was all out, and it didn't matter who I slept with anymore; I
wanted Rufus, nobody but Rufus. Till the day Rufus died.
He felt good so close to me... I was sure I had a stupid
grin on my face, like a kid who got candy. I began to think this was some
kind of cruel dream.

"I'm happy," I said. "I'll always be happy when you're around. Didn't you know,
boss?"

He smiled dreamily, and closed his eyes. "That's good. I'm happy, too. Both of
us happy..." And he went to sleep. Exhaustion in every feature, to the dark
circles under his eyes. Still he managed to drop his hand against my side,
narrow fingers
twitch into the fabric of my white shirt, cold fingers against my warm ribs. His
touch tingled... and I felt myself falling asleep, content for the first in
many, many years I had thrown away being wasted in a bar or at home.

* * * *

When I fell asleep, the first thing that I thought was, 'What the fuck is this
all about?'
I was dreaming about him. His body laying against me, owning me, taking me
places I couldn't go with just the average slum whore. His voice rang in my
dream fantasy with my name on his full, bruised lips. "Reno! Reno!" I saw
his body arched beautifully, gleaming god of half-bronze skin, as he tore my
head back by my fiery hair and moaned again and again.

And then I was somewhat awake, and I realized someone had spoken my name. I felt
breath on my cheek, and knew that it was barely dawn. I looked up slowly toward
Rufus, who was leaning over me and smiling like the devil himself.
Surprise overtook me. I made a surprised, "Oh"
sound and stared at him.

"Good morning, strawberry." His eyes danced with laughter, gleamed with mirth. I
felt his hand on my chest, his fingernail raking through my breast pocket
against my nipple, demure and totally faking innocence.

I reminded myself that most of the time, Rufus was strongest in the morning,
strong enough sit up on his own, strong enough to sit up now and touch me with
that barely concealed horny look in his eyes. I myself wasn't a morning person,
but I would make an effort, oh yes, definitely for Rufus.
With that thought, I recalled my dream, however
unrealistic, and felt a twitch of arousal between my legs.

I grunted, curling my arm protectively around him. "Strawberry? I'll have to
call you cupcake if you call me that again." I let my mouth melt into a
satisfied smirk.

Rufus's face painted the picture of a playful pout, something I rarely saw
anymore. I remembered days when he could be a complete asshole, a total control,
a totalitarian, political BDSM overlord and he would just give that pout when he didn't
get his own way, flashing those dangerous grey eyes upon any who stood in the
Shinra god's warpath.

"Don't be an ass. This is really difficult, you know." He brushed a
hand through his hair, sniffing derisively.
"Call me what you want. Just don't call me bad in bed. I'm an invalid, you
know."

I snorted softly with amusement. "Why would I call you that? Feeling
inadequate?" I shifted my position so that I was laying closer to his chest; I
found my hand taking his and brought his fingers to my lips. I kissed his index
finger slowly, lovingly. His eyes hardened with lust.

"I'd feel inadequate around you, Geostigma or not," he said with a little
difficulty. His eyes changed again, misted over with undisguised desire and
sadness. He
closed his eyes, and sighed, "I want you. I wanted you last night. But I was
tired out, trying to get you to fucking open up to me. I failed anyway."

"No, you didn't fail!" I squeezed his hand; trembling, it was, like a terrified
bird ready to fly away. I brought it to my cheek and pressed it there. My face
grow hot from his words, as if he'd unlocked a floodgate of blushes for both of
us. "I'm just a stubborn bastard, you know? But I... I do."

I shut my eyes, and felt his breath on my skin. We breathed for a few seconds
together, and I knew that this was It - not some lust, nor a crush, but love.
Real love. Take-a-few-bullets-for-him Love.

The air between us sparked again.
"I love you," he said, caressing my cheek with that same hand. Slowly he pushed
the sheets away from him, and he pressed his overly warm body close to me. I
flashed my eyes open and looked at him in half-bemusement and happiness, an
unmistakable firmness pressing against my thigh.

I sighed a little, because it felt so good to have him near me, to hear him say
what I couldn't say to him. I pressed my lips to his throat, and quietly mouthed
my reply into his tender, feverish skin. The culmination of everything slowly
got to me, aroused me. Rufus tipped his head back slowly, held me tightly,
desperately, and he let out his breath slowly through his parted lips. Hands and
fingers wove through my pokey red hair, massaged my scalp. I moaned against him
again.

I heard the strain in his voice. On the verge of tears, I thought, but it was
lust I heard. "Yes..." He moistened his lips, sobbed and panted. "Reno...
please..."

Oh, God. It was all my undoing, hearing him plead with me and say my name
like that. I was growing hard, fast, but I forced myself to be gentle with him;
I laid him down on his back, and placed my knee between his shaking thighs, one hand on
the blankets at his side, and the other hand against his flushed cheek. I kissed
hard, all passion and sex and love. I felt his breath
steal into me, and when I breathed out, he took it back again with a stifled
whimper.

I felt him touch my thigh. Then his hand disappeared somewhere between the dark
space between us, as he breathed hard and touched himself. (Was I surprised?
Hell, no. Lots of people wanna touch themselves sometimes when I get my sex goin'
on.)

His tongue pushed up into my mouth hard, which was a good surprise, and I sucked on it hard,
letting him explore every little nuance, every chasm; greedily he pulled at my
belt. I inched forward for him, and he pulled in barely restrained frustration
at the buckle. I helped him; it came undone quickly, and with shaking hands I
pushed my pants down and away and the shock of cold and brazen nudity made me
swallow. He declared his need loudly, his hands dancing
over my skin, my back, and my stomach, which twitched when he touched the
tickling skin there.

A rising moan lifted out of him as he pushed upwards toward me, hips raised,
eyes slitted with concentration, lust, that gleam in his eyes when he was strong
still and was determined to get something done. I echoed the sound quietly, feeling him push as hard
as he could against me. Damn, he was really strong this morning. He was
pushing himself for me - and this thought spurned tears out of my eyes.
Finally I pulled off his pajama bottoms and covered him.
I sat up to look at him, and my mouth went dry.

He laid spread beneath me, his skin flushed red, and where his Geostigma showed,
his skin was still flushed. His lips were parted and slightly puffy, wet with
our slickness. His legs were spread slightly, but his muscles were still flexing
and twitching. His arms reached, tousled my hair, and I grinned lecherously,
thoroughly enjoying our new passtime.

When I touched him, wrapping my fingers confidently around his erection., he
bucked hard with a feral groan, just like I hoped he
would. "Reno...A-Ah..."

That was it. I crushed my mouth against his again, slowly pumping him, reading
each reaction like a book. A shudder here, a quiver there, his balls
cupped gently against my palm when he writhed. His hand slipped
into my hair, down along my neck, massaged as I fucked him this simple way. More
than once his teeth closed on my lip, a sensation which drove my senses insane.
He held my hip with his other hand, tightly, a wordless chant of pleasure coming
from his mouth.

I transferred my lips next to his neck, just below his ear, whispering over and
over, "I love you... I want you, Rufus.. I love you so much..."

"Yes," he gasped. "Love you... always, Reno." Cool hands on my sweaty stomach,
chest, tweaking my nipples. Then he touched *me*, his slightly calloused, cool
hands wrapping around my full length, gently scraping a fingernail along that
delicate crown, milking a strangled moan of pleasure, and I
fist-fucked him harder, faster. Sweat dripped down my back, plastering my hair
to my back.

I heard him moaning almost in time to my short, shallow panting. He spread his
legs for me, and I was almost ready to take it to the next level. Instead, he
cried something unintelligible but unmistakably sexual and desperate. It seemed
the cry itself made him crash, and he thrust, hard as he could dare, upwards,
hard and writhing and sweating as he panted and moaned over and over and over,
tossed on tides of pleasure and pain. A spike of pleasure slammed into my
spine with the sound of his voice ringing in my ears; I was hard up for
keeping quiet. I cursed and moaned with him, like with the rest of my old
lovers, whose faces were now white-washed out of my mind. It was his eyes
that I saw, bright and steely, his moist mouth parted as his neck strained.
Several minutes passed. I was careful enough not to squish poor Rufus, who was
laying beneath me and trembling very slightly. I could tell that he'd spent all
of his stored up energy to please me. His eyes softened gently as he stroked my
cheek. "Reno... Reno."

I gave one last soft moan against his neck, before pulling back. Rufus's hair
was so utterly messed up from his thrashing that it was endearing and comical in
the same turn. I probably looked like shit. "Yes, boss?" I said,
letting my lips form that self-satisfied smirk.

"Thank you," he answered slowly, meaningfully. "For being my
friend. For being good to me." He paused to pet my hair. "When are you going to
call me Rufus, dammit?"

I grinned again and laid down beside him to stretch my arm across his chest.
"Whatever, man," I said, stroking his soft, porcelaine skin. "And...thank you
for... for not leaving it up to me to say. I'm sorry I was such a coward."

"You're just a pain in the ass, that's what. I don't expect much more from you." He smiled, his voice instigating a joke; he
didn't really mean it.

I sort of understood how he must have felt... hurt, maybe, that I couldn't trust
myself to speak up. Disappointed that I thought he wouldn't understand. I didn't
care about that, now, and neither did Rufus. He looked at me with blind trust
and devotion, with every bit of love his tortured soul could muster up. What
little time was left to us now, I would be as honest as I could - from now on,
I'd be the Reno I used to be before I was in love with him. Utterly open,
no bullshit, no beatin' around the bush.

I laughed softly as I began to relax once more. "I'll give you a pain in the
ass, just you wait." He laughed, and said that sounded like an absolutely
wonderful idea.
I messed with his hair a bit, before carefully resting my
head on his chest. "Man... it's only morning and I'm already tired... can we
just go back to sleep?"

"Rude is just going to have to make his own breakfast, then. But...then, he made
breakfast yesterday...and the day before, and, well, I just don't see why not."
There was a flicker in his eyes, but he put it underneath his brave face and
closed his eyes, promptly dozing.

I held him close. I curled around his body protectively and listened to him as
he breathed in and out. The next day, and the night, and day and night
after that, would be by far the best days I could have hoped for. Fuck
Geostigma. To hell with beer; I could give it up for as long as I wanted,
right? As long as Rufus was... mine.
By the time I shut my eyes to go find my sex
dream again, I was still struggling to believe that he wasn't just my boss or my
friend now; he was my lover, the friggin' center of my universe.
~The End~
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