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A Night In 7th Heaven	By : Miyajima Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not profit from this story. It's written purely for enjoyment. All characters belong to Square from Final Fantasy 7

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Letting out an exasperated exhale, Cloud Strife pushed through the men's washroom door. He had recieved another complaint from a customer regarding some “questionable” activities, and just didn't feel like dealing with the bottom feeders of humanity fornicating on the premises. What was the matter with these people? Was it so hard to leave and find a room, a car, or a seedy alley?
Sighing he looked around the empty, tiled room, his eyes resting on a pile of red cloth haphazardly thrown against the wall under one of the sinks. He walked over and picked it up, surprised at how heavy the garment was, black straps and silver buckles glinting under the lights.
This garment was familiar. This was Vincent Valentine's cloak.
It only took a few seconds for the blonde's emotions to change from frustrated to alarmed. His good friend would never leave an item so important to him carelessly abandoned.
“Vincent?” he called out, his voice echoing off pipes and porcelain. “Vincent are you in here?”
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The sucking abruptly stopped.
“God Vincent, don't stop. I can't handle anymore, I-” Reno's voice was cut off by a pale hand roughly covering his mouth.
“Shhh.”
Vincent sprang to his feet and wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck, muzzling him like a hostage warned not to scream. Red eyes were open wide, wild with fear as he halted his breath, trying to remain as still as possible.
“Vincent? Are you in here?”
Familiar steps, made by heavy leather boots grew closer and closer.
Though smothered into silence by the other man's arm, it became clear to Reno in seconds that the voice belonged to Cloud Strife. His brow furrowed in disbelief.
“Oh FUCK no. Not that annoying little headcase,” he growled, though most had been muffled by the vice-like grip stifling him.
Of all people, of all times, why now? Reno had been so close, so sweetly close to release. His cock was still throbbing, painfully hard, still brazenly naked and exposed. Unable to move, he could tell by the fumbling that Vincent was fighting to pull up his pants and re-dress himself. Not an easy task with only one arm. Eventually, he released the redhead to yank those tight leather pants back up.
Both men jumped as they heard a fist banging on the door of the first washroom stall. Cloud hadn't reached theirs yet, but it was only a matter of time.
Reno's irritation was beyond control, his sexual frustration was driving him crazy, and at that particular moment, the angsty blonde was the one causing all his problems.
“Fuckin' Hell Strife, you've gotta be three different kinds of pervert! Vincent's not here, now can't a man have a bit of privacy on the freakin' can?” he blurted out, unable to hold back his anger. He turned to his companion, who looked like he was going to die of mortification. Red eyes looked at him, silently cross, mouthing the words, 'what are you thinking?' in quiet terror at the thought of being discovered.
“Don't panic,” Reno whispered directly in Vincent's ear. However, the expression on the man's face did not bode well. He felt his pants yanked up around his waist as Vincent struggled to reassemble the Turk's uniform.
“No No No ! You can't do this. You can't leave me like this! It'll be fine!” he pleaded under his breath through clenched teeth. As Vincent fumbled, rushing to fasten the buttons on his shirt, Reno fought him all the way, grabbing his hands and wrestling them back.
Both men jumped for a second time as the blonde's fist pounded on their stall, the invader so close, his looming shadow visible underneath.
“Reno, get the hell out.” Cloud sighed, unimpressed.
“What the fuck? You want me to just stop, just like that? You don't have the right to control my bowels, princess,” the redhead hammered back on his side of the door, his temper boiling over, reaching the breaking point. Vincent was squirming, scanning frantically for any way out that didn't mean having to face his friend.
“For the last time Reno, this is a washroom. Not a bathhouse,” the blonde wearily leaned against the wall. “I'm going to count to ten. By the time I'm finished, I want you and your 'special friend' out.
One...”
Vincent was crawling out of his skin, hands pulling and yanking at his dark hair, a bundle of nervous energy.
“What are ya gonna do if you kick the door down Strife, and I'm sitting here on the fucking toilet blandly doing my business? What then hotshot?” Reno yelled back, brimming with seething hatred.
“Two...” the blonde continued, seemingly undaunted by any of the redheads taunts.
“Don't you leave me,” Reno whispered desperately to the dark-haired man, grabbing his black shirt by the lapel. “C'mon, man. We had something here, right? When was the last time you came that hard? We could go back to my place, or your place if you live in something bigger than a fuckin coffin, and do it proper, yanno?”
“Three...”
Vincent was in mental agony. He dove a hand down into his back pocket and fumbled around, after a few seconds he pulled out what looked like a card, and handed it to Reno.
“Are you freakin' kidding me? Is this a business card?” he squeaked in disbelief.
“ I don't have a mobile phone yet, but its a message service, leave your number for me there. I'll contact you, I promise. I just cant face him like this. I'm sorry. Im so sorry-” he ran a hand through his dark hair, planted one last kiss on Reno's slack-jawed mouth and on Cloud's count of six, Vincent made his move.
Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the stall door and flung it open as if it were blown apart by a tornado. In one fluid action, he was able to grab his red cloak out of Cloud's stunned hands, and disappear into it, merging with it in a strange supernatural way. It formed a free-floating ball of flowing crimson material, and taking on a life of it's own, escaped the washroom, vanishing with no signs of the dark-haired man left behind.
“Vincent...?” Cloud stammered, blue eyes riddled with confusion. After a few moments, the blonde collected himself and turned his gaze to the floor, where the redheaded Turk had just fallen on his knees. He was sloppily dressed; belt open, white shirt unbuttoned, hair in more disarray than usual and his suit jacket crumpled under his fist.
Reno couldn't believe what just happened. Slumped on a public bathroom floor, dick aching, mourning the loss of an orgasm long overdue, he turned his most fierce, enraged stare at the only man left with him. The man who had stuck his self-righteous, indignant, self-absorbed yet perky little nose into his business and ruined what would have been a good 2 minutes of sheer bliss. At this moment in his life, he hated that moody blonde sack of emotional baggage more than any other entity on the face of the planet.
“STRIFE,” he bellowed, loud enough that the Lifestream itself could hear it, the bridge of his nose flushed red with anger. “You bi- polar , walking personality disorder! You're gonna PAY for this you schizotypal skank! ”
Cloud took a step into a solid fighting stance, prepared for a skirmish. “What did you do to Vincent?”
“What did you do to Vincent, “ Reno childishly repeated, mimicking the blonde in a mocking tone. “Bend over,sweetcheeks, I'll show you.”
The redhead was literally shaking, shuddering with rage. Lip curled in a vicious snarl, he jumped to his feet and reached for his electro-magnetic rod.
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...After discovering he must have left that somewhere on his drunken travels, he decided he would prefer to rip Strife apart with his barehands anyways, and launched himself at his nemesis.
“I'm gonna kill you Strife!”
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