The World Can Wait

Leaning down to caress the pale column of flesh, Rude smiles shamelessly against the skin of Reno's neck. Feeling the pulse beat wildly beneath his lips, a wicked tongue snakes out from between his lips and moves across the flesh before blunt teeth bite down, claiming the redhead with a brutal mark, Rude's way of pissing a ring around his lover. Reno is his. From this moment on there is no doubt in his mind that the younger Turk belongs solely to him.

Reno tenses under the sudden harshness, shudders when the pain becomes a delicious jolt of pleasure that tingles all the way to his cock. He knows he's been marked, knows that tomorrow when all is said and done there will be no doubt in any one's mind what had happened. That is unless he takes to buttoning his shirt and wearing a tie...shit even then they will know because he's damn sure that if the size of the bulge in Rude's pants is any indication he won't be walking the line.

When he feels strong hands move from his hips to the front of his pants Reno sucks in a breath and closes his eyes. If he had any thoughts of turning back he had best make good on them now because Rude's in for a big surprise if he's thinking on whether or not Reno is a briefs or a boxers man...because he's neither.

One hand firmly grips the edge of his slacks and Reno releases a shaky breath as Rude's hand slides down further and cups his already aching shaft feeling over the cloth covered hardness. The redhead leans further into his partner, a whimper escaping him as the large hand squeezes his dick, causing the younger man to grind against the hand firmly holding him.

Rude leans down to capture the unsuspecting lips in another bruising kiss as his hand rubs over his partners cock, the only thing standing between him and his prize being the dark blue slacks. He's got the little minx grinding against him like a rent boy and its a heady drug to have Reno in his arms like he is. He can't help but smile against the redheads lips as his partner whines in the back of his throat at the loss of touch when Rude stops cupping him and moves to unbuckle first the belt and then work the fasteners holding up the only obstacle left between him and pure sin.

His hands suddenly tighten their grip on the solid arms beneath them, he knows that there will be marks left on his partner from the pressure, but Reno is lost to the sensation of anticipation that travels up his spine. The younger Turk making these needy moans that Reno swears could not possibly be him, because no man or woman has ever elected that sound from him before in all his life. And whether its the fact that Rude is kissing him like tomorrow will never come or because his partner is making short work of his pants, Reno can't seem to rub two brain cells together and respond. But as his pants fall unceremoniously to the floor and Rude takes his cock in hand the redhead does manage to utter one word.

"Fuck."

Rude smirks against his lovers swollen lips before pulling away to get a look at what lay beneath the layers of ShinRa that hide the man. His hand never stopping as it works over the rigid flesh, trailing a thumb across the head and gathering a pearl of precum. Reno is breath taking and Rude is left to his silent perusal. He has no words to describe the beauty before him and he thanks every god he can think of for the gift that is before him. Once more a predatorial glint fills his brown eyes as he takes in what is his. He's going to have Reno. But he needs to know, needs to hear it from the younger mans very own mouth.

With a mewl of disappointment from the redhead Rude releases the heated flesh that is Reno and steps around his partner, making sure to brush against the slim body as a look of lust crosses over his face. He wants to see all of Reno, wants to know him visually, memorize every dip, every hallow, every expanse of skin before laying claim physically. Rude takes in the shuddering form that is Reno, the kid is a mass of turbulent energy just waiting to be tapped. Dark eyes wander over flushed skin and the older man is elated to see that the blush does travel all the way down across the pale skin and when he sees the perfect globes of Reno's ass quivering he groans and bites his lower lip.

It takes everything he has not to bend the redhead over and fuck him as is, but thats not the way he wants it. There are things that needed to be done first. Coming back around to face his partner Rude stops to give him a once over one last time before taking a step forward. Reno has no choice, he can either let the big man push him over or take a step back.

Taken a few steps back Reno is met with the edge of the bed. He shudders, his whole body quaking in anticipation and a spark of fear, because Rude is looking at him like his does when he stands before a man who is going down hard...the only difference is the smokey edge of lust in the taller mans eyes. He feels vulnerable standing before Rude in all his glory and the urge to cover himself for modesty's sake is lingering on the edge of his mind.

He feels out of his element and not because he can't fuck, but because there is an undercurrent of something more than lust, something more than a fuck in the air, but he doesn't want to be the one to voice it doesn't want to hope that for someone like him he can belong. Doesn't want to give in to the emotions he doesn't want to name because it can't possibly be. So all he can do is just stand there and shake as Rude watches him and it makes him all the harder. His cock dripping with precum and he reaches down to stroke himself to try to regain some semblance of control, only to have his hand pushed away. When he looks up at Rude's face the older man is shaking his head and removing his shirt.

And now its Reno's turn to stare in awe and fascination. He's never seen Rude like this before. Quick glances in the company shower room having done no justice at all. He knew Rude was built, knew that Rude had some ink, but seeing him like this, was more than he was prepared for. He wanted to get the rest of Rude's clothes off to see the full extent of the tattoo, the tribal marking moving over taut skin that ripples with each movement of muscle. Reaching out to touch the chiseled abs, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his fingers as they move across the dark skin, a glint of metal catches his eye.

Reno can't help but slide his finger up from Rude's stomach to the matching bars that pierce each nipple. Rude is a god. And Reno wants nothing to more than to worship him. licking his lips the younger man lets his fingers move over the peaks of flesh before taking them between his fingers and pulling on the metal, when Rude hisses he's not sure if he should stop or continue, but since self preservation has never been one of Reno's strong suits he continues to sate his curiosity. Bet ShinRa didn't know about these.

He smirks and flicks his tongue against the rough of his mouth before leaning up to kiss the bald man against. This time he's the one demanding lips pushing hard against lips tongue seeking entrance as fingers move against skin. He isn't sure when it happened but the feel of the bed against his backside is more telling of whats to come next than the sound of his breath hitching.

This is it. This is when the tentative touching the exploration of his partners body becomes fucking. He pouts a little as he realizes he hasn't gotten to see all of Rude yet. Though from what he can feel he only hopes that someone remembered the lube.

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I want to thank everyone who has been patient with me. I hope you can still bare with me because its still not done yet!! *ducks behind desk* ^_^ I know, I know I am so slow. But if you could see me typing this you'd laugh...I keep changing and adding and redoing and removing...The next one should be the last one...maybe...I'll try...please keep reading and love this because as my first Yaoi I think its good...maybe...*is still hiding behind desk* (if you think you are frustrated with waiting for the end try being Reno ^_~)