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“Alliance”
(Warning: Possible spoilers for all FF7 game/movie titles)
*Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all related characters belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can’t get enough of this world and the characters.*
There was no reason for Rude to walk Genesis into the building and up to his suite. He was an adult and though he was a little unsteady on his feet, he was perfectly capable of making it to his room without aid. Still, Rude paid the driver and instead of going straight to the parking garage to get in his car and drive home, he walked Genesis to his suite. He knew he was making excuses and he wished he’d grow a pair and just go for it, like his partner would if he were in his shoes.
“Take some aspirin before you go to bed,” advised the Turk as Genesis searched for his keys.
“I never suffer hangovers,” Genesis informed him. He frowned and searched his other pocket, growing increasingly annoyed. How did his keys always manage to elude him this way? He finally located them and pulled them out. He glanced sidelong at Rude as he unlocked his door and opened it, taking note of the larger man’s position and plotting his next course of action.
“I guess you can handle things from here,” Rude said reluctantly as he started to turn. Genesis’s hand shot out and caught hold of his tie before he could complete the move and the next thing he knew, he was being dragged forcibly through the doorway. The redhead’s mouth met his in a passionate kiss and Rude couldn’t find the breath or words to protest. He stumbled into the suite and vaguely registered the sound of the door slamming shut behind him. Genesis’s mouth never left his as he dragged him steadily through the main living area toward the open bedroom door. He felt the smooth steel ball of the redhead’s tongue stud against the roof of his mouth and it only served to turn him on more.
~Holy shit, I guess I can stop worrying about how I’m going to make my next move!~
Rude groaned and put his arms around the other man as he deepened the kiss. Genesis accepted his tongue eagerly as he thrust it past his parted lips to explore. The redhead didn’t let go of the Turk’s tie as he guided him into the bedroom, which told Rude in no uncertain terms that he was getting laid tonight. Genesis briefly broke the kiss to click on one bedside lamp and then his mouth was hot and eager against Rude’s once more. The Turk instinctively tensed when Genesis tripped him but the redhead gracefully shoved him backwards with one hand as he tripped him, spoiling his balance completely.
Rude fell onto the bed and his sunglasses were knocked crooked from the impact. He didn’t get a chance to reach up and straighten them, because Genesis had followed him down onto the bed and was crawling on top of him sinuously. He pulled Rude’s shades off and dropped them on the nightstand while rubbing his body against his suggestively. Rude’s hands settled on the fighter’s leather-clad ass and squeezed it.
“I’d better get protection out,” Rude murmured huskily against his companion’s eager lips.
Genesis nodded and silently began to relieve the Turk of his clothes while Rude dug for the condoms and lube he carried in one of his pockets. Genesis had some protection stashed away conveniently in the nightstand but getting it would require pulling himself off of the handsome Turk and he was too enthralled with the feel of that muscular body rubbing against his to do it. It had been a long time…too long for his liking.
He’d always had a weakness for muscular, quiet men. Thinking back on his last relationship was too painful for him, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. Genesis wasn't sure he wanted something that serious again just yet, and Rude's relationship with his other lovers would allow him to retain some personal space, at least until he was sure he could get used to being involved on more than a casual level.
Rude set an unopened condom package to the side, along with a couple of gel packs of lubricant. Genesis already had his shirt unbuttoned and his belt undone. The swordsman’s clever, skilled hands opened his pants with deft haste and paused to take his blazer and shirt off. Genesis left the tie on and Rude guessed that it was a turn-on for him. The bald man squirmed beneath him, helping him remove the other clothing items awkwardly. It would have gone easier if he had sat up but something told him his passionate companion might just shove him back down with that inhuman strength if he tried.
This was going to be the first time Rude had ever been with anyone that was stronger than him. He didn’t count Strife because he’d been more of a voyeur in those encounters, never really engaging in hands-on sex with the blonde. A twinge of nervousness struck him as he looked into the predatory eyes of Genesis Rhapsodos. He was used to hot, impatient redheads but with Reno, he could have overpowered him and taken the reins back at any time if he’d wanted to. The same didn’t hold true with Genesis, despite Rude’s more solid build. Any strength advantage he might have over the former Soldier would be fleeting at best, given his enhanced biology.
Genesis paused after getting him bare from the waist up and his eyes softened on him.
“I’m going too fast,” Genesis murmured.
Rude relaxed, that one statement easing his concerns. “It’s okay.”
“No,” Genesis frowned. “I can tell you’re unsettled.” He put his hands over Rude’s and guided them around his hips to the front, silently urging the bald man to undress him at his leisure.
Rude’s tension faded further. He removed Genesis’s vest first and then slipped his hands under his shirt to explore his stomach and chest, as he’d done at the club before the last call was announced. Genesis bent over him and started kissing him again, this time with less aggression. The slow, sensual thrust and caress of his tongue made Rude groan softly into his mouth and the Turk returned the favor as he began to pull the fighter’s shirt over his head. Their mouths broke contact again until the garment was off and then sought each other out afterwards.
Rude loved the sound of the leather creaking as Genesis straightened up again and resumed working on getting his pants off. He looked up at the redhead and admired his pale, lithe torso. There were faint scars here and there from old battles or training but they only served to enhance the former Soldier’s exotic beauty. Rude’s palms slid over the tight muscles admiringly. Genesis had no hair on his chest but there was a thin, auburn treasure trail starting below his navel that made the bald man’s mouth water.
It was then that he noticed that Genesis had a navel piercing too. He’d missed it the first time he’d caught a glimpse of him without a shirt—probably because he’d been trying so hard not to stare. It wasn’t big or particularly fancy. It was just a small silver barbell set into the skin but Rude found it ridiculously sexy. He traced it with his fingertips and lifted his hips instinctively when Genesis tugged on his pants and underwear.
“I’m really going to enjoy this,” remarked the redhead breathlessly with a pleased smirk when he slid Rude’s pants, shoes and socks off and looked down at his naked form.
Of course, he’d already seen a glimpse of the other man’s package in a naughty moment of curiosity but now that it was fully aroused and exposed for him, he took the time to appreciate the length and thickness of it. He was nicely equipped himself but not like Rude. He gripped the erect member in one hand and slowly stroked the length of it, watching Rude’s face. The Turk’s lips parted and he sighed with pleasure, gently thrusting into the touch. His big hands started undoing Genesis’s pants and the redhead obligingly shifted closer to give him better access.
He was eager to feel Rude inside of him but at the same time, he wanted to taste him. Genesis groaned when the bigger man freed his erection from his pants and squeezed it firmly yet gently. The rough, calloused pad of Rude’s thumb brushed over the sensitive tip and precum began to form as a result. Genesis produced the clear, slippery fluid quickly as Rude continued his gentle massage, until the cap of the redhead’s cock was shiny and wet.
An idea struck Genesis as he pondered whether he could wait on getting prepared or not. Whoever said he couldn’t suck Rude off while getting stretched at the same time? He stopped stroking the Turk and disengaged his hand from his erection, smiling with promise at him when he saw the flash of confusion on the chiseled face. He pulled his boots off and wriggled out of his pants, dropping them on the floor before crawling on top of Rude again. The Turk was understandably surprised when Genesis turned around, presenting his ass to him while situating himself over Rude’s erection. Rude caught on when the redhead lowered his mouth to his cock and slowly took it in. It felt so good that all Rude could do for a moment was grunt and stare at the firm, tempting mounds of his companion’s ass.
He regained control of his brain a moment later when it occurred to him that Genesis was in the perfect position for him to prepare him. Rude grabbed one of the gel packs anxiously and warmed it in his hands for a couple of moments before snapping the tab off. He squeezed most of it out between Genesis’s cheeks, letting the viscous liquid coat the outside before he squeezed the rest of it out over his fingers. He rubbed the lube over his target first, dragging in a sharp breath when Genesis traced the fold of skin where his glans met his shaft with his tongue stud. A moment later, he dropped his head further and loosened his throat muscles to swallow Rude’s impressive length whole.
~Fuck, he’s good. If he’s out of practice I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it when he gets back into the swing of it again.~
Genesis’s responsive moan when Rude eased a finger inside of him vibrated around his cock and gave him a moment’s pause. He took another deep breath and pressed deeper, searching carefully for that spot that would make it easier to relax the tightness squeezing him. If the redhead’s oral skills gave him doubts that he hadn’t been with anyone for a long time, the resistant clenching proved those doubts wrong. He was going to have to work to loosen him up enough to take him without pain.
Rude gently stroked back and forth inside of Genesis with one finger while using his free hand to stroke his erection. The muffled sounds of pleasure that hummed against his sex told him his companion was enjoying his attentions and his confidence grew.
“Damn, that’s good,” Rude gasped as Genesis worked his throat and stroked with his tongue. “I might not…last if you keep…doing that.”
In response to the breathless warning, Genesis squeezed the base of the thick shaft he was sucking on to prevent an untimely release. He wanted his companion hot and needy but not out of control. He nearly jumped a little when he felt a familiar, nearly forgotten sensation shoot through him as Rude located his prostate and rubbed it. He twitched in the Turk’s stroking hand as the pleasure grew stronger and he began to rock back and forth with restless encouragement.
Rude felt the clenching around his finger beginning to ease up, but he waited for a few more moments before adding a second one. He knew he was getting his companion close when Genesis’s breath began to hitch in a telling way. When he was sure he wouldn’t cause undue pain, he pushed his second finger in and began to curl and scissor inside. He panted the redhead’s name as the hot, wet pleasure of his mouth brought him to the brink and Genesis squeezed his cock firmly as it began to buck.
“Oh, fuck,” Rude groaned before he could stop himself.
His hips thrust mindlessly as his orgasm was held at bay. Genesis allowed his pulsing cock to slide out of his mouth to the tip and he licked the shaft with long, slow swipes of his tongue. Unable to stand it anymore, Rude stopped stroking Genesis off and grabbed for the condom. The redhead took it from him without argument and Rude caught his breath and continued to finger-fuck him as Genesis tore the package open.
“It’s probably best that we’re using yours,” the fighter said with a smirk as he read the label on the package. “I didn’t buy any for ‘endowed’ men.” Indeed, he doubted a regular condom would have fit comfortably on Rude and he admired the size of his cock as he rolled the protective latex onto it. He took the other lube package that was handed to him next and he slicked it over the rigid, sheathed flesh—mindful not to play for too long and get the bald man overly worked up.
As soon as Genesis finished lubing him, the Turk removed his fingers from inside of him and sat up, catching him around the waist. Genesis was pulled tightly against his companion’s chest with one muscular arm while Rude got lined up. It put him in a position where he was straddling the bigger man’s powerful thighs, with his back to him. He resisted another smirk, pleased that Rude was losing his inhibitions and allowing some aggression to slip through. Genesis was an assertive lover but he liked getting dominated as well.
All of his desire and need couldn’t prepare him for the feel of Rude’s thick length breaching him, though. Genesis spouted a groan when the other man’s cock nudged past his ring. It was almost like losing his virginity again, it was such a tight fit. Rude paused and held him close, pressing soft, soothing kisses on his neck and shoulder. His stubble tickled the redhead’s skin and his embrace eased the brief moment of alarm he’d felt. Rude’s other hand moved around front, between the fighter’s trembling thighs. He curled his fingers around Genesis’s erection and started rubbing up and down the length, distracting him from the discomfort of penetration.
“Well played,” Genesis gasped in approval, turning his head to kiss Rude.
Rude returned the kiss and continued to stroke him as he waited for him to adjust a bit more. He experimentally lifted the redhead with his embracing arm, guiding him up and back down again as he pushed his hips upwards. Genesis gasped as his cock drove deeper into his body but the timbre of his voice indicated there was more pleasure than pain. Rude kept going but he took it slow and easy, little by little. The redhead shuddered against him but he was eagerly bringing his weight down and taking him in as quickly as he could.
Rather than ask him if it was better, Rude paid attention to his body language and waited until his tension began to fade before he started moving. Genesis responded more than favorably, rocking back against the Turk’s thrusting hips and clutching at his knees. Certain now that he wasn’t hurting him, Rude held his companion more tightly against him and pumped harder and deeper, grunting with pleasure against the other man’s ear. Genesis gasped a rough demand and shoved himself down hard on Rude’s cock, crying out without restraint for the first time.
“You want it rough?” Rude gasped through clenched teeth. He bit lightly down on Genesis’s shoulder, experimentally. He could taste the perspiration breaking out on the redhead’s skin and it was difficult not to just give in to his body’s demands without waiting for an answer.
“Does this answer your question?” Genesis growled as he slammed himself down again.
Rude was what Reno affectionately referred to as a “slow burner”. He was always cautious when taking a lover and he kept himself in check until given consent to do otherwise. Now that he had it from Genesis, there was no reason to hold back. He lifted Genesis and tucked his legs under him while pushing the redhead forward onto his hands and knees. He gave him a moment to catch his balance before he took both his wrists in his hands and guided them down, so that his arms lay at his sides and his head and shoulders lay on the mattress. It put him in the best position for Rude to have total control over the angle and thrusts.
Genesis groaned as the Turk plunged hard and deep into him again. His head was turned to the right and his hair had fallen over his face and mouth but he hardly cared. Rude started taking him with steady, hard thrusts and the bald man held his wrists steady to keep him from trying to rise. It certainly wasn’t the most dignified position to be in, with his ass in the air and his face getting pressed into the mattress. He loved it. He pushed back against his companion’s rolling hips as much as he could in the restricted pose and he heard someone moaning louder and louder. It took him a moment to realize the sound was coming from him.
“You want it harder?” Rude said in a ragged, heavy voice.
Gaia, did he? Genesis rarely made noises like that involuntarily. He’d staged a shout or a moan on occasion, to try and urge a poor lover to greater heights. What was escaping his parted lips now was raw, dragged up from somewhere deep inside of him. Rude let go of his wrists and reached between his thighs to fondle him as he waited for the answer and Genesis swallowed and moaned again, unsure of what would come out if he tried to speak.
“Unh…y-yes…h-harder,” he managed to choke.
~Dear goddess, the man’s fucked me speechless and we’ve barely gotten started!~
His thoughts locked up abruptly as Rude obliged with his request. The big man was making animal sounds of lust and pleasure—quite the opposite of what Genesis had expected from him even in the heat of passion. It only made everything so much more intense and Genesis bit his lip to keep from screaming Rude’s name out loud.
“You’re so tight, baby,” Rude groaned, his expression almost pained. He almost slowed down when he saw how flushed Genesis’s face was getting under the webbing of auburn hair obscuring it, but he felt the swordsman’s cock getting rock-hard in his gripping hand and he was positive he was on the verge of climax. Rude arched over Genesis’s back and used his free hand to brush aside the sweat-dampened hair that was clinging to his face. When he saw that he was biting his lip, he guessed it could be for one of two reasons: Either he was doing a great job fucking him or he was horrible and Genesis was trying not to yell at him in frustration.
Maybe it was a gamble, but Rude chose to believe the former. It couldn’t be this hot or feel this great if it was all one-sided. He pried Genesis’s lip out from between his teeth and clamped his hand over his mouth, hissing as the redhead bit down but not pulling away.
“Come for me,” Rude growled, keeping his powerful thrusts steady and deep. “Scream if you’ve got to but just do it!”
If it were any other man and any other situation, Genesis would have balked and made some sort of snide remark about delusions of grandeur. There was no arrogance in Rude’s demand though. He wasn’t commanding him to orgasm on his word; he was encouraging him to let go. Something snapped inside of Genesis and his body tensed all over as he bit down on Rude’s muffling hand and obeyed. He cried the bald man’s name as he screamed and Rude’s thumb circled the head of his bucking cock as it spurted all over the bedding.
Rude ignored the sting in his hand and gasped encouragingly to the other man, driving deep into him as the spasms overcame him. He laid his sweating forehead against Genesis’s back and followed him into the final stage, filling the condom until there was no room left and some of his seed was dribbling out at the base. Somehow, he refrained from sprawling on top of him and as they gasped in release, he helped the redhead drag his arms into a better position to support his upper body.
Genesis lay stunned and panting, his body trembling weakly as the larger man eased him onto his stomach and slipped carefully out of his aching passage. He felt Rude’s heavy weight shift and sink down on the mattress beside him and he cracked one eye open to stare at the Turk. Rude looked rather concerned. Genesis didn’t know how to explain to him that he liked a little pain with his pleasure. He certainly didn’t know how to explain the way he’d bitten down on his hand or why he’d tried so hard to hold back his yell of release.
“How is your hand?” Genesis gasped after he caught his breath enough to speak.
Rude lifted the abused appendage and shrugged. “I may need rabies shots.” His voice was predictably steady, if a bit winded.
Genesis struggled onto his elbows and smirked at him. “Was that a joke?”
“I can crack a few now and then,” confirmed the Turk with a quiet smile.
Rude reached out and stroked Genesis’s hair with the hand in question and the redhead got a good enough glimpse of it to see that he hadn’t broken the skin, though there would probably be some bruising. Genesis didn’t apologize. Just as he’d asked Rude to fuck him hard, the Turk had put his hand over his mouth knowing the risk of getting bitten. He had no regrets about that but he was puzzled by how easily he’d spiraled out of control, and how verbal Rude had been.
“You’re surprisingly talkative during sex,” Genesis observed casually. He rolled onto his back and smirked sidelong at the bald man.
“Yeah, and you’re surprisingly un-talkative…unless you count moans and groans…” Rude hastily rolled on top of Genesis when the redhead made a move as if to hit him. He pinned his arms over his head and smirked, knowing he’d never be able to get away with this if the man weren’t giddy with the afterglow of pleasure.
“I have an excuse,” Genesis grunted. He struggled against the other man’s hold even as he smiled. “To say I had a ‘dry spell’ would be an understatement.” He heaved Rude off of him and turned the tables on him before he could register what had happened. Ignoring the soreness in his nether area, Genesis straddled the Turk and pinned him down the same way he’d been pinned by him a moment ago.
“You’ve inspired me to experiment,” Genesis murmured seductively as he brought his mouth close to Rude’s. “I wonder if you can draw those sounds from my throat the next time? Or the next, after that?”
“Only one way to find out,” Rude said, not the least bit intimidated.
“You aren’t concerned that it might have only been inspired by sustained sexual frustration on my part?”
Rude chuckled softly. “You shouted my name.”
“Smug, aren’t we?” Genesis was grinning in a challenging way. “What makes you think that meant anything? I might have been yelling ‘Roof’ or ‘Room’ for all the coherence from behind your hand.”
“Why would you yell that?” Rude kept a straight face.
“Because I’m as mad as a hatter,” Genesis shrugged. “Or so they say.” His expression was equally sober. It lasted for a full minute before they both smirked.
“Fine, I shouted your name,” Genesis sighed. He lowered his mouth to Rude’s and teasingly ran his tongue over his lips, tracing them with the stud piercing before pulling back. “I suppose you call all of your bed partners ‘baby’, then?”
“No,” Rude said evenly, feeling his cock re-awakening already. “Only the ones that drive me crazy.”
~*********************************~
They had sex once more before falling asleep against one another. The second time, Genesis kept hold of the tie that was still around Rude’s neck and he damned near choked him at one point. At least, that was what Rude initially thought he was trying to do until he started coming and the orgasm was so intense he lifted his lower body and the redhead straddling him off the mattress in the final thrust. Genesis evidently knew a few tricks and how to deprive a lover of just the right amount of oxygen at just the right time was one of them.
No wonder he’d told Rude to knock three times on the head board if he wanted to stop. By the time the bald man considered doing that, however, he was already coming hard and fast inside of his companion and Genesis abruptly released his hold on his tie to let him draw breath. While Rude fell asleep wondering how many other little kinks he’d discover about Genesis over time, the sated fighter laid on top of him and fell asleep wondering how Rude had managed to drag several screams out of him again, even when he’d been holding the proverbial reins.
~*******************************~
“Ooooohhhhh.”
The long, dragged-out moan was hoarse and pain-filled.
Zack lifted his head and looked down at the fluffy golden spikes resting on his chest. Ordinarily he’d grin and make some kind of joke, but he still suspected Cloud’s condition to be a result of drugs mixed in with one of his drinks. He gently stroked the blonde’s head and looked toward the bottle of aspirin sitting on the nightstand.
“I’m not going to ask how you’re feeling,” Zack murmured as he stretched ponderously to grab the bottle without jostling his lover too much. “You were pretty bad off when we left the club last night.”
“Time is it?” Cloud mumbled thickly as he struggled to raise his head and focus his eyes.
“It’s almost half-passed ten,” answered Zack. He opened the bottle and held it close to his companion. “I was starting to get worried about you, Chocobo.”
“Don’t remember drinking that much,” Cloud said as he held his hand open. Zack shook two tablets into his palm and the blonde tossed them into his mouth. “Ugh…water?”
“I’ve only got two hands, you little goober,” Zack teased as he hastily set the bottle back on the stand and reached for the glass of water he’d left sitting beside it. “Here, careful now.”
Cloud swallowed several mouthfuls of water until he washed the pills down and then he plopped his head back on Zack’s chest and moaned again, pulling the sheets up over his eyes. “’M never going to that place again,” he announced in a mournful whimper. “They served embalming fluid and said it was liquor.”
“They didn’t serve embalming fluid,” Zack corrected with an amused snort. “You mixed your alcohol and you didn’t eat before we went out.”
Cloud shook his head under the blanket and promptly groaned at the pain that lanced through his skull as a result. “Doesn’t matter…I’ve done it before and never felt this bad. I’m dying. They tried to kill me. Where’s Reno?”
Zack lifted the sheet and looked down at the bloodshot pair of sapphire eyes blinking at him from the shadows. “We think someone tried to drug you,” he explained. “Nobody else was that bad off and everybody drank a lot. Reno went home with Rufus and Tseng last night but he’s already called twice. I put our phones on ‘silent’ so it wouldn’t wake you up.”
“So at least he’s okay,” Cloud sighed. “I’m right about one thing; someone tried to kill me.” The last was said petulantly.
Zack grimaced, disliking the task of explaining certain things that the blonde was clearly still naive about. “Uh, my guess is someone wanted to get down your pants, whether you were awake enough to consent or not. Happens a lot in nightclubs, to tell you the truth.”
Cloud frowned at the explanation and then he quickly grimaced. “Shit,” he muttered, yanking the sheets back over his head. “How could I have been so dumb?”
“Now hold on a minute,” Zack said angrily, “what’s there to be ‘dumb’ about? You probably left your drink alone for a grand total of five minutes, maybe four times during the night. The rest of us were there too and we didn’t think to assign drink watches when anyone needed to take a piss, so don’t call yourself ‘dumb’ just because you got the chamber with the bullet in it.”
“So you’re saying going out on the town is like playing roulette?” Cloud murmured.
Zack shrugged. “No worse than going camping, I guess. You know not to leave food out to attract wild animals but when you’re having a good time with your pals you might not notice you left a marshmallow or half-eaten hot dog laying out. See what I mean?”
Cloud lifted the covers enough to peek at him. “I think I’d rather take my chances with the animals.”
Zack snickered softly. “Me too.”
Cloud lowered his head again and sighed. “Do you mean that?”
Zack frowned at the vague question. “What, about animals versus people?”
“Sort of. I just mean, it sounds like you wouldn’t mind getting away from all the people. Would you really miss the big city life?”
The black-haired fighter considered the question. “I’d miss parts of it, yeah. A few years ago I’d have probably said I’d miss all of it but now…I guess I’m settling down in my old age.”
Cloud snorted. “’Old age’. Physically you’re younger than me now.”
“How do you figure?” Zack scoffed.
“Your body,” Cloud explained as he rubbed his temples beneath the covers. “It’s the same age it was when we…when Hojo brought us down to the basement. We were down there for four years so your body should be about a couple of years younger than mine.”
“So I guess you’re a cradle robber,” teased Zack. He winced when he felt Cloud pinch his leg. “Okay, I’ll stop kidding around. So what are you trying to ask me, Cloudy?”
“You know that place where you practiced flying?” the blonde said hesitantly. “The one with the barn, where we—”
“—As if I’d ever forget that place,” Zack said with a wide grin. “What about it?”
“I was thinking, it’s probably time I got my own place,” Cloud murmured. “Living with Tifa was fine when I wasn’t with someone but that’s changed now. I don’t think I want to live in the city and I looked into it and found out I could probably afford to buy that land and fix it up. Maybe build a house and raise chocobos. Damn, you’re laughing at me!”
“You’re serious?” Zack stopped snickering and pulled the covers up to look into his eyes. Tired and bloodshot as they were, the blue orbs were steady and sincere as they looked back at him.
“Yeah, I’m serious,” Cloud said, flushing a little with embarrassment. “I know it probably sounds stupid and I know you joined SOLDIER in the first place to get out of the country. If you’re not up for it, we could look somewhere else. I just wanted to run it by you. I mean, we don’t even have to raise chocobos…I just thought it was something we could do later down the line if we have a house built there. The barn’s not in bad shape and you think I’m an idiot, don’t you?”
“I think you’re too damn cute for your own good,” Zack corrected with a grin. “But seriously, I hope you’ll give yourself a little more time to think about this. If it’s what you really want then that’s great, but post traumatic stress can get people to make all kinds of decisions they regret.”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now,” Cloud objected softly.
Zack reached in under the covers and caressed his jaw. “Then that’s what we’ll do. You know I’ll be by your side even if you want to live in a ditch and raise tadpoles, Cloud.”
It was all the encouragement Cloud needed. He smiled, despite the pain in his head and the nausea in his gut. “I’m going back to sleep,” he murmured, “When I get up I’ll tell Tifa we talked about this. Would you tell Reno I’m still alive?”
Zack smiled. “You bet.”
~**************************************~
“Reno, I’m sure he’s okay.” Rufus’s voice was stern as he finished blending the special cocktail he’d made for their hangovers and began to pour it into the three glasses he had set out on the island counter. “Zack told you he was going to shut the ring tone off on both their phones so that he could sleep it off in peace. If something were wrong, he’d have called you by now and told you, I’m sure.”
“Or else he would have told the medics to call you,” reasoned Tseng softly. The Wutaian thanked Rufus as he slid his drink to him and he began to sip it.
“I know,” Reno grumbled. “I’m just…if someone slipped something to him it’s my fucking fault and if he had some kind of reaction in the night…” He trailed off and lapsed into silence as Rufus stared at him with annoyance.
“If you were that concerned you could have stayed at his suite with him and Zack,” the president coldly pointed out.
Reno’s eyes shot to him and his mouth twisted. At the last minute, he remembered whom he was about to yell at and he bit back an angry retort. “I just expected to hear something back by now.”
Rufus dropped his stony expression and gently slid the shake to the redhead. “Give it another hour. You know as well as anyone how late a person can sleep in when nursing a hangover.”
Reno nodded and silently started drinking the cocktail without tasting it. A high-pitched beeping noise pierced the silence painfully, making all three men wince. Reno hastily grabbed his cellphone off the table, juggling it clownishly as he nearly dropped it. He flipped it open and sighed with relief when he saw that he had a text message from Zack.
“Cloud is ok. Sleeping it off. Will call later. *pinches yur butt*”
Reno grinned and put the phone down. His bosses were both giving him a knowing, politely interested look and he shrugged. “That was Zack. Cloud’s okay.” He didn’t mention Rude because he’d gotten a text code from him earlier that could only mean one thing: he’d gotten lucky. Reno could wait to prod him for juicy details until later, when his headache went away.
~***************************************~
“Is that mine or yours?”
Genesis’s slow, epicurean kisses were keeping Rude in a semi-euphoric state and it took him a moment to register the question and realize a phone was ringing. The redhead hadn’t stopped kissing him after inquiring about it and his hand was steadily sliding under the covers.
“Mine,” Rude murmured with a sigh. He pulled his mouth away from his companion’s and rolled in the bed, peering over the side where his clothes still lay piled on the floor. He reached down and dug his cell out of his blazer, trying to ignore the tingles racing along his skin where Genesis’s hands caressed. Seeing the name on the ID, he raised his brows with surprise. He’d expected it to be Reno but evidently, his partner took the “do not disturb” code more seriously than he thought he would.
“Good morning, Sir,” he said as he brought the phone to his ear.
“Good morning, Rude,” answered Rufus politely, “I just wanted to call and remind you that Genesis is expected on the field this afternoon. He agreed to instruct on weekends as well until he’s satisfied with the improvement level.”
Rude felt his face heat up and it didn’t help that the instructor in question was flicking his tongue over the piercings in his other ear. “Yes, Sir,” Rude said, shivering a little in response to the redhead’s playing. “I’ll check in on him if you want.”
“That would be nice,” Rufus said pleasantly. “Not to mention, rather convenient since you’re…closer…than I am.”
Rude’s breath caught as one of Genesis’s hands curled around his hardening dick under the covers. Somehow, his voice retained a neutral tone as he answered the president’s sly, insinuating statement. “That won’t be a problem, Sir. Have a good weekend.”
“I’m sure I will. Goodbye, Rude. Oh, and well done.” The smirk in Rufus’s voice was unmistakable.
Rude hung up the phone and took a deep breath. “That was the president,” he announced, squirming a little as Genesis rolled another condom over his cock and deliberately stroked the length in the process. “You almost made me stammer, phoenix.”
“Hmmm, to break the unbreakable composure would be a feat,” Genesis answered in that droning voice. He scraped his teeth over the Turk’s earlobe. “So when did you come up with the moniker of ‘phoenix’ for me?”
“I didn’t think it up,” Rude admitted. “I just think it fits you.”
“I think I like it,” Genesis said. He guessed that Reno was the one to come up with the nickname, given the other redhead’s penchant for creative slang. He didn’t mind and he didn’t think more of it. He wanted Rude again and there was only so much time left before he’d have to have lunch, get cleaned up and get ready to commit to a few hours of training.
“We can’t forget about your field instruction this afternoon,” Rude reminded between kisses as the redhead rolled onto his back and pulled him on top of him.
Genesis stared up at him with an openly amused expression on his face, leaving the Turk to wonder what he’d said. “Something funny about that?”
“Only the fact that I was just thinking about how little time we have left before duty calls,” sighed the fighter. “Oh, don’t worry. I can divide business from pleasure when I have to.”
Rude grunted as the swordsman’s thighs tightened around his waist, constricting tightly enough to make him breathless. “So which one is this?” Rude asked. His back popped in a stubborn area and he stared down at the other man with surprise.
“My business, your pleasure,” Genesis answered shrewdly. “Feel better?”
Rude flexed his back muscles a little and he smiled. ”Screw going to the chiropractor…that was fun and free.”
“Who said it was free?” Genesis countered, arching a brow. “There’s added interest tacked onto the price for every moment you waste, too.”
“So what’s the cost?” Rude was grinning inwardly but his face was expressionless.
“I’ll settle for this,” answered the fighter as he slipped a hand under the covers again and gripped Rude’s sheathed cock. “We’ll decide how you’d like to pay the interest later.”
Rude could think of dozens of ways he’d like to “pay the interest”, not the least of which included toying with that belly-button ring, rimming Genesis until he begged or sucking him off until he came down his throat. All of that would have to wait for another time, when Genesis wasn’t wrapped around him and practically dragging him into his body. Rude felt the redhead’s prepared hole pressing against the tip of his arousal and he rocked forward with a groan just as Genesis settled one leg over his shoulder.
He had to be sore…Rude could see it in his face as he filled him. Despite the obvious discomfort of the initial penetration, Genesis didn’t let him pull back. He was still almost too snug around Rude, but his aqua eyes slid shut and his lips parted with visible pleasure. He bit his lower lip for a moment and Rude held still, gazing down at him until the tension faded from his expression. When Genesis opened his eyes and looked up at him expectantly, the Turk’s mouth quirked a little with amusement.
~And people wonder why I love redheads so damn much,~ Rude thought as he kissed his new lover.
Genesis was tempted to urge Rude to fuck him harder, but even his body could only take so much in a short amount of time. They’d already had sex twice since waking up and he had the good sense to know he wasn’t going to be much good to anyone if he ruptured something. Rude had the capacity to really harm him if he wanted to, but the man knew how to use his equipment. The pumping of his hips was smooth even when he was doing it hard. His muscles worked gracefully together as he moved and even when he made Genesis’s vision go white with a particularly powerful thrust, the impact was never jarring.
This time, they didn’t last very long. Both of them were worn out from the late night and all of the previous sex. Rude purposely searched for the best angle and drove into the redhead in the way he thought was most stimulating for him. He gasped Genesis’s name when the fighter’s eyes fluttered with pleasure and his sculpted face took on an expression that Rude thought was beautiful. The Turk almost came too soon and he felt a moment of panic, but then Genesis’s wing abruptly emerged from under the redhead and he embraced Rude with it and shivered against him, moaning throatily. Relieved that he didn’t blow it, Rude let himself go and he buried his face against his companion’s shoulder as he came inside of him.
Genesis held the gasping Turk in his arms and with his wing, only partly aware that the feathered appendage had made an appearance and gotten in on the action. He brushed his lips over Rude’s sweat-beaded forehead and sighed, enjoying the feel of him still twitching inside of him. They were both quite a mess now…primarily thanks to Genesis. If he’d have thought of it he would have put one of his regular condoms on himself at least a couple of the times they had sex, to cut down on the mess.
“Sex times five, shower, lunch, training, dry cleaning, more dry cleaning, dinner and finally bed,” Genesis announced breathlessly.
Rude lifted his head and frowned at him.
“My ‘to do’ list,” explained the redhead with a sigh. “We’ve just crossed out the first part, of course. The rest is less fun.”
Rude smirked, again praising redheads silently.
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-To be continued
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