Now, Tomorrow, Always
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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670
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6
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Now, Tomorrow, Always - IV
~The Heat of Winter~
By: Aerys Krystie and Lunar Plexus.
~ * ~
Reno was lucky to get inside, after having spent fifteen minutes inside the run-down elevator, playing with the buttons. As a result, he just got to his door five minutes before his unofficial "curfew". He stumbled in the door, leaving it gaping wide open and turning a sloppy pirouette...just out of restlessness. He was trying to get off the floor when Rude brushed past him and closed the door. He turned and offered Reno his hand, but the red-head smacked it aside and dragged himself to his feet.
"Where were you?" Rude asked, watching Reno try to struggle out of his clothes. Reno leaned into Rude's face, swaying with his arms tangled up in his shirt.
"Cock." He said, and burst into laughter.
Rude walked towards the kitchen and turned on the lounge room light.
"The power's back on, by the way." He said.
"Yeah," said Reno, finally out of his shirt, "I noticed by the way the light's bouncing off your head."
Rude smirked, and watched Reno begin struggling with his pants. He was trying to undo buttons and zippers that didn't exist. Quite a good crack, he had to give Reno that.
"Boo-yah." Rude said, referring to their little personal joke.
Reno whirled around and pointed at Rude.
"Don't say that." He warned feircely.
Rude wondered.
Having given up on the pants, Reno collapsed onto the couch, one arm hanging down the side. He turned his head and noticed something.
"Why didn't you clean the popcorn, you lazy prick?" Reno demanded.
Rude looked his drunken friend in the eye.
"Cock." He said, and walked out.
Reno stared at the popcorn on the tiles for a moment, scooped up a handful, and fell asleep with it all over his face.
* * *
Vincent removed his headband, letting his hair fall free for the first time that day. Running his fingers through his hair with one hand, he placed his headband on the counter beside the basin in the bathroom. He turned the cold water on and splashed some on his face. With his wet hands, he ran them through his hair, dampening it.
Turning the water off, Vincent watched as the water went down the drain. He blinked as he thought back to the redhead and frowned. He knew that man had had a little too much to drink.
Raising his head slowly, Vincent stared at his reflection, blinking. He looked for a few minutes, trying to find what Reno saw or what he didn't see. Pushing his hair off his forehead, Vincent stared at the scars that ran across. It was one of the bitter reminders of Chaos.With a weary sigh, Vincent let his hair fall down again and dried his face. He turned, facing the shower, staring at the glass door.
Not wanting to but needing to, Vincent opened the door and turned the cold water on. It was too warm to have a hot shower. Stepping under the spray, his body tensed a little from the sudden chill. He washed his body quickly, turned the shower off, stepped out, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his hips, picked up his headband and left the bathroom, turning the light off.
Going down the hall to the last room on the left, Vincent closed the door quietly behind him. He placed his headband on a bedside chest and dried his body off, carefully discarding the towel into the corner behind the door. He laid on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling. Why me?
Not once in his existence, even when put to sleep, had Vincent ever felt as terrified as he had in and out of the bar with Reno. Maybe it was the way that the redhead worded what he said or perhaps it was that someone found him attractive enough to want to bed him. That was a frightening thought. Maybe even a little disgusting, though Vincent didn't know why he should feel that way. He knew how people were.
Vincent shook his head. He had no idea what he was thinking. The man was drunk and rather offensive to the nose. In fact, he was an offense to almost all five senses. Alcohol had managed to make Vincent question himself and that was a little unnerving, and not a thought he was comfortable with.
Raising his claw, Vincent looked it over and let out a silent sigh. It glinted in the moonlight streaming through the window. It was as if it was smiling, cruel and unwavering; sadistic and taunting. He placed the claw on the bedside chest, adjacent to his headband.
No. Reno had been drunk. This would have never have happened without the alcohol. Turning onto his right side, Vincent closed his eyes, letting sleep claim him.
~ * ~
End Chapter IV.
By: Aerys Krystie and Lunar Plexus.
~ * ~
Reno was lucky to get inside, after having spent fifteen minutes inside the run-down elevator, playing with the buttons. As a result, he just got to his door five minutes before his unofficial "curfew". He stumbled in the door, leaving it gaping wide open and turning a sloppy pirouette...just out of restlessness. He was trying to get off the floor when Rude brushed past him and closed the door. He turned and offered Reno his hand, but the red-head smacked it aside and dragged himself to his feet.
"Where were you?" Rude asked, watching Reno try to struggle out of his clothes. Reno leaned into Rude's face, swaying with his arms tangled up in his shirt.
"Cock." He said, and burst into laughter.
Rude walked towards the kitchen and turned on the lounge room light.
"The power's back on, by the way." He said.
"Yeah," said Reno, finally out of his shirt, "I noticed by the way the light's bouncing off your head."
Rude smirked, and watched Reno begin struggling with his pants. He was trying to undo buttons and zippers that didn't exist. Quite a good crack, he had to give Reno that.
"Boo-yah." Rude said, referring to their little personal joke.
Reno whirled around and pointed at Rude.
"Don't say that." He warned feircely.
Rude wondered.
Having given up on the pants, Reno collapsed onto the couch, one arm hanging down the side. He turned his head and noticed something.
"Why didn't you clean the popcorn, you lazy prick?" Reno demanded.
Rude looked his drunken friend in the eye.
"Cock." He said, and walked out.
Reno stared at the popcorn on the tiles for a moment, scooped up a handful, and fell asleep with it all over his face.
* * *
Vincent removed his headband, letting his hair fall free for the first time that day. Running his fingers through his hair with one hand, he placed his headband on the counter beside the basin in the bathroom. He turned the cold water on and splashed some on his face. With his wet hands, he ran them through his hair, dampening it.
Turning the water off, Vincent watched as the water went down the drain. He blinked as he thought back to the redhead and frowned. He knew that man had had a little too much to drink.
Raising his head slowly, Vincent stared at his reflection, blinking. He looked for a few minutes, trying to find what Reno saw or what he didn't see. Pushing his hair off his forehead, Vincent stared at the scars that ran across. It was one of the bitter reminders of Chaos.With a weary sigh, Vincent let his hair fall down again and dried his face. He turned, facing the shower, staring at the glass door.
Not wanting to but needing to, Vincent opened the door and turned the cold water on. It was too warm to have a hot shower. Stepping under the spray, his body tensed a little from the sudden chill. He washed his body quickly, turned the shower off, stepped out, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his hips, picked up his headband and left the bathroom, turning the light off.
Going down the hall to the last room on the left, Vincent closed the door quietly behind him. He placed his headband on a bedside chest and dried his body off, carefully discarding the towel into the corner behind the door. He laid on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling. Why me?
Not once in his existence, even when put to sleep, had Vincent ever felt as terrified as he had in and out of the bar with Reno. Maybe it was the way that the redhead worded what he said or perhaps it was that someone found him attractive enough to want to bed him. That was a frightening thought. Maybe even a little disgusting, though Vincent didn't know why he should feel that way. He knew how people were.
Vincent shook his head. He had no idea what he was thinking. The man was drunk and rather offensive to the nose. In fact, he was an offense to almost all five senses. Alcohol had managed to make Vincent question himself and that was a little unnerving, and not a thought he was comfortable with.
Raising his claw, Vincent looked it over and let out a silent sigh. It glinted in the moonlight streaming through the window. It was as if it was smiling, cruel and unwavering; sadistic and taunting. He placed the claw on the bedside chest, adjacent to his headband.
No. Reno had been drunk. This would have never have happened without the alcohol. Turning onto his right side, Vincent closed his eyes, letting sleep claim him.
~ * ~
End Chapter IV.