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IXI
Reno was mildly shocked that Sephiroth had ever heard of Joyce Noctell, a rare composer known for very flowing piano sonatas. He'd sort of had Sephiroth pegged as the slash metal type. Of course he�d had him pegged as a dominating rapist as well and so far�well so far he was wrong-ish on the matter and didn't want to be right. Though it would have been nice of ShinRa to fucking give them two beds in the hotel room, Reno didn't mind a floor.
It was from that floor Reno stretched, blinking at the clock. Three in the morning was a perfect time to see where Bambi had scurried off to. Itching his chest Reno looked about for Sephiroth.
The General was sleeping, lying on his stomach with his head resting pillowed on his folded arms. His hair, tied back in a loose tail for the purpose of sleep, trailed across the bare expanse of his back and across the mattress to hang above the floor. The General�s masamune lay not even an inch from his sleeping form, ready to be brought to arms should the need arise. The ever vigilant General, Reno noted with mild amusement, had yet to awake, which was bizarre considering he was a soldier trained to sleep lightly.
Reno remembered then that his job was not "looking at Sephiroth's backside" it was "keeping Sephiroth's backside safe". Half in protest of his own feelings he flung a pillow at Sephiroth's sleeping form with a muttered "ever vigilant my ass."
�Mmmphrg,� The General�s complaint was lost in a mouthful of pillow; a moment later the offending item was impaled along the length of his blade and leaking feathers everywhere. His eyes moved from Reno to the pillow and back again, and when he spoke it was with a frown.
�I was dreaming. I never dream.� He shook the pillow free and slid the masamune back into its sheath before standing and locking his hands together above his head and doing a full body stretch. �You know, a simple �Wake up� would have sufficed.�

"Yer supposed to wake up if I roll over, jackass, what's with you lately? Hojo give ya new meds?" Reno was putting video equipment into what had to be never ending pockets of the Turk uniform.

He then threw the feather coated general a quizzical look. "Dreaming?"

Sephiroth turned so swiftly that Reno almost missed the wide, Chesire-like smile that curved his lips. Almost. Instead of answering the question, Sephiroth said, �In my defense, this whole assassin-after-my-ass ordeal has cost me some sleep. I�m only human. Well, for the most part, anyways.� After ridding himself of the feathers, he picked up the black dress shirt he�d discarded earlier, shrugging it on and doing up the buttons halfway. As he did so he asked, �So now what?�

Reno opened the door. "You won't do anything but keep me company while the pocket hacker does its job." He patted a small box. "Then it'll show me everything that went on in this hotel for the past 48 hours. Complete with all footage of people known to ShinRa search by age, name, and picture." Flipping the box up Reno then deposited it into his pocket.
"Welcome to ShinRa, we own you." He smirked.
"Anyway, you said you had a dream?" Without an assassin to chase, Reno seemed more interested in bothering Sephiroth. "And you NEVER did tell me what your type was, I think I'll have to start guessing."
�You�re my type,� the General deadpanned, stepping past the Turk. He gestured for Reno to lead the way down the hall, unable to keep his smile from returning.
Reno's eyes narrowed in a calculating fashion before he slid past Sephiroth. "I know that, but I keep wondering why. Forgive me for not being raised to be trustful." He walked down a few halls before sighing. "And I also know that you are looking at my ass."
Now grinning outright and somewhat relieved his grin went unseen, Sephiroth followed quickly after the Turk. �There�s nothing to wonder about, Reno. I want what I want, and that�s all there is to it.�
Reno made a frustrated sound but didn't press. They stood in the elevator and Reno looked up at the glass ceiling, down to the mirrored walls and then at the black floor. "Always wished that these were mirrors too�" He muttered. Then, he asked another question. "And how do you know Blue? That's hardly a SOLDIER type of song."
�You think all of my tastes should be confined to what a SOLDIER should and should not do?� Gazing at the reflections of both himself and Reno staring back at him, he said, �I do have a personality beyond killing and leading armies. I happen to enjoy music �especially piano instrumentals. I�ve been an admirer of Noctell�s work for quite some time.�
Reno waved a hand. "No, I don�t. I'm basing you on people I knew in the past, and they wouldn't appreciate Noctell if he gave them three million gil and a steak dinner." He flexed one hand.
"Noctell had a lot of emotion when he played, he used to hate performing, but couldn't stand the thought that other people would play his work without feeling it. Strange guy, you know? Never had a relationship outside of his piano."
Sephiroth, leaning against the mirrored wall, crossed his arms over his chest and regarded the Turk inscrutably for a long moment. Finally he said, �There aren�t many people out there worth having relationships with. Maybe Noctell had the right idea.�
Reno shook his head. "Trust me, the piano is great, but it never talks back."

There was another long silence as the elevator descended; Sephiroth finally pushed himself away from the wall and crossed the small distance that separated him from the Turk. He stopped just out of touching distance, slowly and purposefully placing his arms on either side of Reno, palms flat against the mirrored surface. He said with a ghost of a smile. �I have been wanting to touch you all night. Tell me � if I try and kiss you, will you fight?�
Reno fell back quickly, arms flat on the glass and back arched where the handrail stopped him from being flush against the wall. His voice was thick somewhere in between threatening and teasing. "Do you want me to?"
Sephiroth lowered his head until his breath fanned Reno�s face; his eyes, fairly glowing with desire and other, more primal things, never left the Turk�s own. When he spoke next, his lips softly brushed Reno�s, �I think the more important question would be: do you want to fight?�
Reno never got the chance to answer; the elevator chimed, indicating they�d reached their destination. Sephiroth leaned the infinitesimal distance closer it took for his lips to firmly touch Reno�s, and then he pulled away, straightening with a smile that could only be described as satisfied.

�We�re here,� was all he said, and then he turned and stepped out of the elevator.

Reno brushed by Sephiroth roughly, knocking him a bit off balance before cursing under his breath, lighting a cigarette and crossing to the ballroom doors. Reno pushed them open with a growl. "You never answer any fucking questions, do you?"

Sephiroth made a noise behind him that he interpreted as one of amusement. �Fine, I�ll answer your question. No, I didn�t want you to fight me. Because if you did, I wouldn�t be able to touch you, which therefore would foil my seduction. Is that a satisfactory answer?�

"You're more than capable of overpowering me." Reno responded flatly, still playing with the camera. "So that means I was wrong about you and that fucking confuses me because I am NEVER wrong about people." He stepped down from the chair and snagged an ashtray from a nearby table before walking to the piano.

A small smile curled at his mouth as he sat the tray on the piano and sat down, opening the lid.

�Forcing someone really isn�t my idea of a good time,� the General commented, sinking down into a chair near the piano. �Just because I can overpower you doesn�t mean I will. That�s another assumption about me I�ll have to set about proving wrong. Now,� he continued, watching the Turk with interest, �What are you going to play?�

In response Reno lit a cigarette and sat it on the piano, not seeming to care that it would burn out. He closed his eyes and started playing then. Blue was recognizable immediately, the flowing rhythm flowed up and down the piano, never once did he open his eyes, even when he crossed his hands over one another to reach the highest or lowest tones.

Sephiroth was irrationally pleased that Reno was playing what he�d requested earlier that evening. It was an indication, however small, that the Turk did in fact see him in some manner as someone worthy of acknowledgement. And so he listened to the song with rapt interest, simultaneously enjoying the way Reno seemed to almost become someone different when losing himself in the notes he produced from the piano�s keys. When the last clarion sound faded, when Reno opened his eyes again, Sephiroth said with deep admiration, �I don�t think I need to tell you how impressed I am.�

"And you don't play at all?" Reno asked, picking up a cigarette and having the last remaining drag before snuffing it out. "That's rare, someone who likes music as much as you do to have never even tried."

Sephiroth said wryly, �Believe it or not, my becoming a concert pianist was never high on Hojo�s and the President�s list of things for me to accomplish. Those facts aside, I�ve never really had the time or equipment needed to learn.�

"If I can afford a piano, you most certainly can, oh great General of ShinRa." Reno slid to the side then and motioned for Sephiroth to move next to him. "Really it isn't that hard, you just have to put some thought into it."

�Consider it then not a matter of being able to afford one, but of lacking the talent needed to play it.� Arching one eyebrow curiously, Sephiroth slid onto the bench beside the Turk. He experimentally extended a finger and plunked down on one key, which elicited a snort from Reno. He asked with a grin, �Are you going to give me a lesson?�

"I'll have you know that I usually charge twenty per half hour for this sort of thing." Reno put his right hand over the keys. "Hold your hand like this, not like you�re going to bash the thing. It's all in the hand, not the wrist or the arm."

Sephiroth did as Reno bid, positioning his own hand. �Like such?�

Reno placed his hand over Sephiroth's and started pushing down keys, one at a time. Though it wasn't very flashy, it was still the main notes from Blue. "Like that. See, music is just chords made up from main notes." He started playing with his other hand at the same time, filling in to prove his point.

When Reno removed his hand, Sephiroth repeated the sequence of notes they�d played three more times and then stopped with an exaggerated flourish, turning his head to grin at the Turk. �I know, I know � you�re amazed at my talent. Do I get a reward for being so damn incredible?�

"Yes." Reno smirked and motioned. "Play that again down there lower." He didn't, however tell Sephiroth what his reward would be. Sephiroth complied with the request and then Reno continued to fill in, making a rather impressive duet from Sephiroth's simple melody.

When they�d finished, Sephiroth resorted to playing with one finger, plunking out a tune he recalled vaguely from his childhood. As he played, he asked, �How did you come about learning to play?�

"Believe it or not, I didn't start talking till I was nine." Reno responded; he started playing again, closing his eyes. "My ma's blind, and my old man's a mute and the only one in his family who can still hear alright. Only thing I ever heard was the piano till I started school."

He then signed something at Sephiroth and smirked.

�Why do I have the feeling I�ve just been insulted?� The General asked, now experimenting with the black keys rather than the white ones.

"Maybe you were maybe you weren't." Reno laughed. "Ma and Dad met in the symphony." He shrugged. "Only natural I picked it up. They were kinda shocked when I told em I wasn't going to play for a living."
�So you chose to forsake the glorious life of a concert pianist in order to become a Turk.� Sephiroth stopped fiddling with the piano keys and cast Reno an intrigued glance. �You�ll pardon me for asking what the hell you were thinking?�
"Concert piano is no where NEAR as glamorous as people think, Sephiroth. And I was thinking two words. 'Mako enhancement.'." Reno said simply.
�Ah yes. I suppose that�s enticement enough to leave any life behind. I don�t really blame you.� Sephiroth suddenly slammed his hand flat on the keys; the cacophony that erupted was harsh and abrasive. He said with the hint of a smile, �So, about my reward �?�
Reno got up to check on the recorder. "Would you want to risk going blind and deaf, Sephiroth?" He ignored the other man's question.
Sephiroth blinked; a moment later comprehension dawned. �That�s why you wanted mako enhancement, isn�t it?�
"Of course it is." Reno groaned at the recorder and walked back to the piano. "Of course I probably should have read the fine print a bit closer, but eh, no sense dwelling on it." He leaned back against the piano looking up at the lights.
�We are what we are,� Sephiroth agreed quietly. He got up suddenly, and hopped up onto the piano�s black lacquered surface. �I�m guessing we still have some time to kill, and I�m really not that great at small talk. Play me something.�
Reno snorted. "That's the reason I'm not a SOLDIER you see, I don't take orders too well." He remained where he was for a moment then smirked. "How about name that tune�"
He started playing then, it wasn't from Noctell. Noctell always seemed to make love to the piano. This song was different, almost angry. Reno's face showed the emotion when he played it. Warrior's Etude� wasn't it? Sephiroth waited for Reno to finish, thoroughly enjoying the performance. As Reno finished, Sephiroth slid down from where he was seated, came around the front of the piano, and knelt before the bench. Reno half-turned to watch him, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
�Your turn for a reward,� the General said, and it was a small matter for him to rise up the small distance it took for his lips to find Reno�s. It was a short kiss, brief but fierce, and when Sephiroth fell back his smile was for once devoid of anything but simple pleasure.
�That was Warrior�s Etude, wasn�t it?� He asked before anything else could be said.
Reno snarled again, but instead of a caustic remark he shot his hand forward and gripped a thick fistful of Sephiroth's hair, just at the back of his head and yanked the other man's head forward roughly. He caught Sephiroth's bottom lip with his teeth prompting him to open his mouth.
Sephiroth, suspended between utter disbelief and a very quickly growing desire, remained absolutely motionless for a moment while Reno�s mouth ravaged his own. Abruptly his senses snapped back into place; he placed one hand on the Turk�s knee for better leverage while the other he laid flat against Reno�s chest. Half expecting the redhead to suddenly bolt headlong away, Sephiroth made a conscious effort to restrain the urges thundering through him and simply gave himself over to the kiss.
Reno didn't appear to be feeling any of the restraint that Sephiroth was forcing upon himself. Sephiroth could taste his blood when Reno's teeth tugged at his lip again. One hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt while the other yanked back on his hair. Reno chose that moment to locate the same place on Sephiroth's neck as he had the evening before.
The sharp, piercing sensation of Reno�s teeth on his skin was like a switch; Sephiroth made a noise deep in his throat, his hand clawing its way up from Reno�s chest to wind itself around his neck. He came up onto one knee, the movement pressing his upper body against Reno�s, and even through the fabric of his shirt Sephiroth could feel the heat the Turk was emanating. As Reno�s teeth nipped and grazed along his exposed neck and jawline, the General�s other hand grabbed a fistful of the Turk�s shirt and pulled. Buttons dropped to the floor, and quite suddenly Sephiroth�s hand was roaming the bared expanse of Reno�s chest.
The keys clanged as Sephiroth slipped, falling forward and caging Reno with his arms. Reno's mouth attacked his again, and Sephiroth felt a heel against the back of his leg. Loosing his balance, he scrambled to maintain some form of control and lost it further up on the piano. Reno loomed over him again with a smirk, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Warrior's Losing Battle." He responded, standing and making a half hearted attempt to pull his shirt back together. "But it was a good try."
Fighting his own losing battle, Sephiroth merely stared at the Turk, panting, tasting blood inside his own mouth and savouring it. �I got that reaction out of you,� he said incredulously, shifting his weight in an attempt to stabilize his precarious position and thus causing the piano to erupt into further cacophony, �For a wrong answer?�
Reno gave up on his shirt and smirked before turning on heel to secure the recorder. "I've got 20 gil that says you never forget the name of that song."
Sephiroth, despite the internal war he was waging with his lust, laughed at the comment. He pushed himself up and away from the piano and took an experimental step forward to discover that his legs, while feeling suspiciously like rubber, were in fact functioning. Although disappointed that the evening�s sexual escapade had come to a premature close, he was still both elated and astonished at the way Reno had behaved. It was better, he knew, not to push his luck; he�d adhere to whatever pace the Turk wanted to set.
Straightening his own rather wrinkled shirt, Sephiroth said, �You�re right. I�ll never forget that song.� He cast one last glance at the piano, knowing he�d never regard that particular instrument the same again, before saying with a slight, self �deprecating grin, �I need a shower. A cold one. I�m going back to the room.�
The only response that got him was a snickering Turk dismantling the recorder.

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