Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

Shattered Boundaries	By : Crya2Evans Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
A/N: Thanks for reading! I put responses on the
bottom!

Shattered Boundaries: Part VI

Stop Thinking For Once and Just Feel

Reeve sighed into
the phone. �I do not need a bodyguard, Tseng,� he informed his friend, tapping
a pen on his desktop.

�The President has ordered it, and you know I cannot very
well tell him that you said no,� Tseng replied through the receiver. �Until you
can find an assistant who actually understands your mako system, we cannot
afford to lose you. All of Midgar will lose its power source, not to mention
the other cities that benefit.�

The executive frowned,
leaning back in his chair as he glared at his mountain of paperwork, all
staring at him from its stack in his inbox. �I can take care of myself,� he
insisted, none too pleased with the recent turn of events.

He had been receiving
death threats for the past month from a terrorist group, and at first, the
threats had been taken lightly. But when his car literally exploded with him
barely feet away, the President decided that action needed to be taken. He
ordered Tseng to assign him a Turk bodyguard until the perpetrators were
caught. Never mind that Reeve had once been in the ShinRa military. He was
certain he could take care of himself. Not to mention a part of him was slightly
concerned that it would be Reno.

He hadn�t truly seen the
red-haired Turk in the past seven weeks. Tseng usually sent one of the others,
Rude, Maki, or Ken, if he needed someone. The lack of disruption had done well
for him. Reeve had pushed all thoughts of Reno out of his mind, believing that
perhaps the boy had finally given up. He could finally admit to himself that a
part of him had been attracted to Reno, he couldn�t deny that any longer, but
it may as well have been a simple infatuation.

He was aware that he
would only be lying to himself if he said he hadn�t thought of Reno in the past
few weeks. Visions of the pale man still haunted his dreams, and he had caught
himself daydreaming on a number of occasions before sensibility returned to
him. Recalling the kiss and the blowjob sent constant flushes of heat to his
groin at the most unwieldy times, and on some occasions, he found himself
wishing Cameron�s hair was more vivid or her eyes glowed.

A sudden knock on the
paneling of his door disturbed Reeve�s thoughts as he looked up to see Rude
waiting just inside the doorway. He gestured the bald Turk inside, relieved
that it wasn�t Reno as he had suspected it might be. Rude entered, calmly and
patiently standing before Reeve�s desk with his hands clasped in front of him.

�And when was the last
time you actually picked up your blades and practiced?� Tseng questioned, his
irritated sigh a blustered sound that rattled in Reeve�s ear.

The executive rolled his
eyes. �That�s not the point, Tseng. I�m not exactly helpless.�

He could practically hear
the Wutaiian�s disapproving frown. �And you were perfectly capable of
suspecting the bomb in your car. How have you even been getting home?� he
demanded.

Reeve winced, expecting
an outroar from his answer. �I�ve been walking.�

�It�s three blocks!�
Tseng argued. �That�s just stupid, Reeve. Have you lost all rational thought?�
From the strain in his voice, the executive imagined Tseng was likely rubbing
his forehead with his fingers, a motion he consistently used when frustrated.
�Honestly, between you and my subordinates I do not know if I will survive to
see thirty, much less my next year.�

The Wutaiian�s pure
exasperation echoed through the speaker, and Reeve was forced to restrain a
chuckle, despite the situation. Tseng liked to hide beneath an icy mask and
push people away, but really, he cared for those close to him. He just didn�t
always show it.

In his mind, the
executive half-imagined a vein popping out on Tseng�s forehead. Again, the urge
to chuckle rose up inside of him.

�Rude is here now,� Reeve
soothed. �You can stop your worrying.�

Tseng exhaled softly.
�Good. Until we catch whoever sent the note and blew up your car, you are going
to have an around the clock guard. You�re not dying under my watch.�

That had been only this
morning, Reeve recalled rather dryly, rubbing a finger over his now aching
forehead. And despite feeling perfectly capable, he had acquiesced to the
demand. Rude had been a silent presence in the background, and he could admit
that he felt marginally safer, not that he had been concerned to begin with.
After that, it was a relatively peaceful day� all the way up until five,
Reeve�s normal quitting time.

Just when he had considered
shutting down his computer, rubbing at an eye with the back of his hand in
weariness, Reno had swaggered through the door. He had exchanged places with
Rude, leaving Reeve open-mouthed and speechless. Immediately, the tension level
in his office rose by several degrees, although Reno did seem to be strangely
somber. Nevertheless, Reeve was unsure of what the Turk might try and resolved
to stay in his office a few hours more, if only to prolong the time when they
would be alone in his house.

It was childish perhaps and
only served to delay the problem, but Reeve was scrabbling for a solution.

Calling Tseng would have
proved useless. Besides, Reeve had the sneaky suspicion that the Turk
Sub-commander was in on the whole thing. There were far too many coincidences
for his comfort.

However, working late in
order to distract himself proved to be fruitless. He was continuously diverted
by Reno�s presence, even though the Turk didn�t do or say anything. His eyes
kept straying towards the redhead, taking in his pale skin, gaze drawn to
Reno�s lips every time the boy habitually licked them. He remember what had
happened the last time between them, and his groin stirred at each
recollection, resulting in him fiercely returning to his calculations before
finding that his eyes strayed again, seemingly of their own accord.

He couldn�t help but admit
that Reno was beautiful for a man. He had almost delicate features, but there
was a hardness to him as well, as if he had suffered before finding some
measure of freedom. His hair was long for a male, and Reeve wondered just how
it would look free of its tie. He watched aquamarine eyes staring almost
blankly out the window, even though he knew that the Turk was fully alert. Reno
had long lashes for a man, too. And if it weren�t for the tattoos on his cheekbones,
he probably could have passed for a woman in the right clothes. Despite all
that, Reeve�s mind was aware that Reno was a man, and it didn�t seem to stop
his raging hormones from wanting.

After seven weeks of being
away from the younger man, those feelings hadn�t faded in the slightest. Every
time he tried to claim he was not gay, the words sounded hollow and empty, the
last ditch effort of a man trying desperately to convince himself of something
he knew wasn�t true. It got to the point where he stopped trying, admitting
that maybe he held some attraction for Reno but that it didn�t mean anything.
That was the most important part. Now, he just needed a new argument to tell
the boy. If Reno would even listen.

Finally, after two hours of
overtime and having gotten little to no additional work completed, Reeve
decided to call it a day. He shoved his papers into his briefcase, slipped the
pencil into his desk and shut down his computer all in one smooth motion. The
racket disturbed the unnatural quiet of the office, attracting Reno�s attention
away from the window. The redhead raised a brow, tapping his Electro Rod
against one shoulder.

�Time to head home,� Reeve
explained neutrally, casting a critical eye over his desk to make sure that he
hadn�t forgotten anything.

Reno nodded wordlessly,
already heading for the door as Reeve rounded his desk, half-wondering why the
boy was behaving so well. He hadn�t been groped once. No barely hidden come-ons
had been directed his way. In fact, if he wasn�t mistaken, he hadn�t even been
ogled since the boy arrived. Had Reno truly given up after all?

It certainly seemed like it, and Reeve felt like he could breathe a sigh of
relief as he followed the Turk out of his office. Reno was being especially
careful, eyes constantly scanning for trouble as he kept his Electro Rod at the
ready. Not once did he try to sidle up to Reeve�s side, toss him one of his
cocky grins, or even attempt a flirtatious conversation.

Reeve should have been
relieved and happy that the Turk had finally given up. Instead, he frowned in
confusion. Something inside of him flip-flopped at the thought, and he couldn�t
help but want to know what had happened to make Reno change his mind. He
wondered why it bothered him when he was only supposed to be pleased.�

The walk to the car was done
in silence, Reno digging into his pockets to produce the keys to the
Turk-issued car and jangling them in his hands. A brief check of the electronic
dial on the chain assured him that nothing untoward had been done to the
vehicle. However, he took no chances, checking Reeve�s door for him before
allowing the executive to enter.

As they slipped by each
other, Reno heading for the driver�s side, a whiff of the Turk�s cologne or
maybe it was just his natural scent, wafted over Reeve. Despite himself, he
felt his nostrils flare. It was light, a somewhat subtle aroma that still
managed to scream �Reno!� just like everything else in the redhead�s
personality. His groin tightened with sudden recollection, remembering the
man�s scent as they were pressed together, remembering pale pink lips wrapped
his cock and demanding kisses in his office.

The executive emitted a
muffled groan into his hand as he climbed into the car, sinking gratefully into
the seat and scraping a hand over his face.

Reno didn�t even seem to
notice his distress.

Reeve wondered why he was so
damn disappointed.

The car started with a quiet
purr as Reno easily shifted into drive and began pulling out of the parking
garage. With his somewhat reckless nature, Reeve half-expected to be tossed
around inside the vehicle and was mildly surprised to find that the boy was
actually a decent driver.

Still, the silence was
stifling. The Turk seemed completely unperturbed by the quiet, leaning back
casually in his seat with one hand on the wheel. Meanwhile, Reeve was stiff as
a board, buckled in and staring straight ahead.

It was irking.

And he wondered why it
bothered him so badly that Reno no longer seemed interested.

Despite his better judgment,
he decided to comment on it. Perhaps it was a careless attempt at tweaking the
tail of the proverbial lusty tiger, maybe not. It was conceivable that he might
have just wanted to be certain that Reno was through for good. His hands
tightened around the briefcase as he licked his lips, finally turning to
actually look at the Turk rather than sneaking childish glances from the corner
of his eyes. What the hell had gotten into him?

�I notice that you have
finally seen reason,� he commented, wincing when his voice seemed to shatter
the silence.

Aquamarine eyes shifted his
direction as Reno�s brow rose. �Reason?� he repeated, sounding more like a
question than a statement.

Reeve inclined his head.
�You�re no longer foolishly chasing after me.�

A sly smile crept into the
Turk�s expression as he slid his gaze back to the road. �Is that what you
think?� he retorted before chuckling lightly. �Perhaps I�m waiting until we get
to your apartment. Maybe I haven�t stopped thinkin� about you� just like you
can�t stop thinkin� about me, yo.�

The executive frowned,
forehead crinkling. He wondered why his heart was pounding so loudly in his
chest as he tightened his hold on his briefcase.

�I do not--�

�For the past two hours,
you�ve done nothing but watch me,� Reno interrupted, his voice still sounding
eerily calm, as if he were merely reciting the weather and not accusing the
executive of having a fetish for young Turks. �I ain�t stupid.�

�I�m not gay!� Reeve
insisted, hating how the words sounded hollow even to him.

A little voice inside of him
was chanting, �Lies, lies, and denial!�

They stopped at a light, and
Reno turned towards him, something intent shining in his bright gaze.

Reeve swallowed thickly.

�Would it be such a bad
thing if you were?� the Turk asked quietly, his tone thin and rife with
gravity. �Does it disgust you? Is it wrong for a man to want to be with another
man?�

The executive licked his
lips, taking a deep breath. �That is not what I�m saying,� he protested. �It is
fine for other people.�

�But not for you.�

The light changed, but
neither seemed to notice.

Reeve gave an exasperated
sigh as he turned away from the Turk, staring out his window. �There are other
factors to consider. In the end, it does not matter whether or not I am attracted
to you.� From the corner of his eye, he still caught that cocky smirk sliding
across the Turk�s face as he started through the intersection.

�But you are.�

�Shiva�s Ice, you are
stubborn,� Reeve blustered, resisting the urge to bang his forehead on the
glass. A part of him realized that this entire conversation was his fault and
that if he had left well enough alone, he might have been able to drive Reno
and his lusty desires away for good. But then the other part of him that was
curious about the boy just told that side of him to �shut the fuck up.�

It was quite disconcerting,
and the confusion was settling deep inside of him, making his stomach jump.

�No more than you, yo,� Reno
countered with a chuckle, guiding the vehicle into the parking garage for
Reeve�s apartment complex. He picked a spot that was brightly lit and close to
the guard station, shifting the car into park before he turned to stare at the
executive.

He was suddenly serious, and
Reeve saw just then what it was about this boy that made him dangerous.

�You push me away because
you�re afraid of your desires and what they might mean to you. You�re afraid of
change.�

Amber eyes narrowed. Fear
had nothing to do with it; Reeve was certain of that.

�Quit pretending you know
anything about me,� he hissed, fumbling for the handle of the door and jerking
it open as he stepped out of the car. An irritating anger was beginning to well
as Reno shut off the engine and exited also, quickly scanning for signs of
danger.

Reeve hurriedly crossed to
the elevator, jabbing the Up button with more force than was necessary. This
late in the evening, the doors slid open immediately, and Reeve stepped inside,
half-intending to leave Reno down in the garage, if only to grant him a
moment�s respite.

How dare he! That child,
that boy, acting as if he knew anything about what Reeve wanted or feared.

It irked him.

The doors dinged as they
moved to slide closed, but a hand shoved through the gap. Reno slid inside,
shooting him an odd glance.

�I can�t protect you if you
keep going ahead,� the Turk pointed out.

Reeve ignored him, and an
awkward silence settled over them. Yet, inside, the executive was seething as
the elevator agonizingly climbed to the fifth floor of the rather expensive
apartment complex. Even more annoying was the fact that Reno didn�t seem the
slightest bit perturbed, still maintaining that cocky ass calm that made Reeve
just want to punch him. The executive glowered as he dug around in his
briefcase, producing the keys to his apartment.

�First thing in the morning,
I am calling Tseng,� the executive muttered as the elevator finally donged,
admitting him to the hallway. He shoved past Reno with the intent of exiting
first, but the Turk grabbed his arm and held him back, going first as a proper
bodyguard should.

�It�s clear,� Reno announced
after a moment, turning to pluck Reeve�s keys from his hands. He headed down
the hall and to the first door on the right, not that there were many to choose
from. Only four apartments were on each floor.

The Turk entered ahead of
Reeve, seemingly oblivious to the waves of irritation that the executive was
exuding. He did a quick scan, sliding like a silent shadow through each room in
the space of a few seconds before returning to the hallway where Reeve was
taking off his over jacket and laying his briefcase on the hall desk.

�Nothing ta be worried
about,� he proclaimed with a grin, tossing the keys back to the executive.
�Especially since the only person you�d be scared of is me.�

Reeve immediately bristled.
�I�m not scared of you,� he snapped coolly.

Reno waved a hand of
dismissal. �Whatever.� He ignored Reeve�s look of disbelief, kicking off his
Turk-issued boots into a haphazard pile before turning into the living room and
flopping down on the couch. He immediately grabbed the remote, clicking the TV
and watching as an infomercial popped up.

�Just make yourself at
home,� Reeve said sarcastically as Reno began to flip through the channels.

The redhead smirked. �You
got anythin� to eat?� he asked without even looking up at him. Something inside
Reeve grew even more irritated. Had the boy never been taught any manners?

The executive scowled.
�There are menus on the fridge for all of the delivery places.� He paused, eyes
raking over the disorganized state of Reno�s shoes and the way he had flopped
onto the furniture. �Don�t make a mess,� he amended. �I�m going to take a
shower.�

Reno waved him away,
pretending as if he were truly interested in the new Food Slicer that ShinRa
Corporation was coming out with. For a moment, the executive thought that Reno
might have been sulking before he shook his head and padded down the hallway,
hoping that a shower would do well to clear away all the conflicting emotions
currently raging inside of him.

In the living room, Reno
waited until he heard the sound of the shower starting before he lazily
stretched and rose. He smirked as he spotted Reeve�s briefcase and snatched the
executive�s wallet from it, pulling out a twenty gil note. Reeve wouldn�t miss
it, after all.

He grabbed Reeve�s phone
from off the wall, quickly dialing a number he already knew by heart and
placing his order for a pizza. Pineapple, ham and pepperoni� a bit odd, but
hell, he was the only one eating it. As he waited for the order to arrive, he
began to make himself at home, pulling off his suit jacket, emptying his
pockets onto the hall table next to Reeve�s briefcase and unbuttoning his
stifling dress shirt. If there was one thing that was aggravating about being a
Turk, it was the proper dress.

The sound of the shower was
a low roar in the back of his senses, and the Turk momentarily occupied himself
with fantasies of what Reeve looked like under the warm spray. Contrary to what
Reeve wanted to believe, Reno had not given up in the slightest. He was just
attempting a new tactic, but most of all, he was waiting for the executive to
drop his guard.

Reeve had to be overwhelmed
before he would admit to anything since he held tightly onto control, as if it
were something that would slip away from him at any time. He needed to loosen
up and learn to go with the flow, at least in Reno�s opinion. If he hadn�t been
certain of every flash of desire in Reeve�s eyes, the younger man wouldn�t have
even been so aggressive. But the executive wanted him; he was just in denial
about it. And if Reeve had ever truly wanted to get away, it wouldn�t have been
difficult. Reno wouldn�t have forced him into anything.

He couldn�t explain his
feelings if anyone asked, and Reno realized that he sounded a bit crazy,
possibly even stalkerish. This desperate desire was almost frightening, but it
seemed he couldn�t stop himself. He wanted Reno with a needy longing that
wouldn�t fade, even after he had tried to push it aside. And from one look into
amber eyes, he knew that Reeve felt the same. There was something between them
that was almost supernatural, if Reno chose to believe in that sort of thing.

The pizza arrived in the
same moment that Reno heard the shower stop, and he was already munching on his
first slice when Reeve walked back into the living room, rubbing a towel
through his hair. He was dressed down in a plain cotton shirt and sleep pants,
but he still looked positively edible. Much to Reno�s annoyance, the executive
completely ignored him as he headed into the kitchen, and Reno felt all the
justified for having Reeve pay for his pizza.

Meanwhile, Reeve felt his
own belly rumble hungrily, especially at the scent of Reno�s greasy take out.
He rummaged about in his fridge and cupboards, noting with some despair that he
was getting low on groceries. He tried to distract himself from the unwelcome
images that had assailed him the moment he stepped into the living room and
caught sight of the half-dressed man on his couch. His brain had abruptly
derailed as he flushed a bright red, and he very nearly stared before regaining
control and beating a hasty exit into the kitchen.

The sight of a man�s bare
chest had never affected him like that before, but there was something about
Reno�s smooth, pale skin and dusky nipples that sent his blood rushing
southwards. Reeve forcefully shook his head, wondering if Reno had any shame at
all as he busied himself in the cupboard, realizing that with just one look at
the boy his thoughts had abruptly turned x-rated.

Reno watched as Reeve
disappeared into the kitchen, half-wondering what the executive was doing. The
sounds of rummaging floated his direction as he mindlessly munched on another
slice of pizza, keeping an uninterested gaze locked on the TV program. He
really didn�t care crap about the food processor, his every sense hyperaware of
the fact that Reeve was just in the next room over.

He wondered when it would be
a good opportunity to catch him off his guard.

Then, he heard the sounds of
something exploding, a loud pop, and Reeve�s subsequent muttered cursing.
Curious, Reno rose from the couch and padded over to the door, peeking into the
kitchen. Reeve was glaring sourly at his microwave, drenched on the inside with
something that had apparently exploded. Not only was the inside of the
microwave covered, but it had popped all over Reeve�s shirt, leaving him
covered in some sort of goop.

With a bitter stare, the
executive pulled off his shirt, sending his microwave such a dirty glare that
Reno found himself having to hide his laughter. As Reeve wiped at his face, the
Turk took the moment to rake his gaze over the bared flesh of his back, taking
in hints of muscle beneath the lean frame. Reeve, although slightly shorter,
was bit broader than Reno, though nothing compared to Rude. Tseng had told him
that Reeve was once an Intelligence Operative for ShinRa, and it showed.

Licking his lips, Reno
decided to announce his presence. �Now, that�s not fair,� he commented loudly,
watching with some amusement as the executive jumped. �I�m eatin� greasy pizza,
and you�re cooking for yourself, yo.�

The other male�s shoulders
visibly tensed as he turned, narrowing amber eyes at Reno as the Turk stepped
into the kitchen. �I don�t need or want an audience,� he replied, setting his
dirtied shirt onto the counter and grabbing for a dishtowel. He threw it over
his shoulders.

Reno chuckled as he walked
to the fridge, merely feet away from the wary man and pretended to be
thoroughly interested in one of the many menus that decorated its front.
However, his gaze wandered over to the tanned skin, and a surge of longing
soared through him.

�You�re purposefully
tempting me, aren�t you?� he accused, brushing a strand of hair out of his
face. He had removed his glasses earlier, setting them on the coffee table.

Reeve rolled his eyes,
tossing him an exasperated expression. �You�re a professional, Reno. Act like
one,� he retorted, turning back to his destroyed food and poking at it
disinterestedly. Many looks later, Reno still couldn�t identify what it had
been. �Start protecting me rather than trying to seduce me.�

Arms suddenly wrapped around
him, and in that moment, Reeve cursed the Turk�s ability to move silent as a
shadow. Reno�s bare chest pressed to Reeve�s bare back, and flash of desire
shot through the executive. His skin was so damn warm, and he could feel the
hardened nubs of Reno�s nipples pressing into his shoulder blades. He shivered
despite himself as arousal began to build up inside of him, and his skin tingled.
One palm ran over Reeve�s groin, rubbing gently as the other hand began to
creep up his chest.

�The closer I am, the safer
you�ll be,� Reno intoned, dropping his voice low and sensual as he murmured
into Reeve�s ear.

His calloused fingers found
the older male�s nipple, and he pinched lightly, causing it to pucker
immediately. Reeve�s breathing began to quicken as desire skyrocketed inside of
him, and he wondered why he wasn�t even trying to get away. Where were the
vocal protests? Why wasn�t he violently fighting back? Why did he just give in?

�And what�s closer than
right beside you or�� Reno paused, and Reeve could practically feel the smirk.
�Or inside you for that matter,� he finished, running his tongue along the back
of Reeve�s ear before dragging his lips down and sinking his teeth into the
juncture of Reeve�s neck and collarbone. It was not enough to draw blood, but
the pain was there, nonetheless.

�Oh, Kami--� Reeve moaned as
his body shuddered, knees weakening pathetically as he thrust his hands out to
grip onto the counter tightly. He wanted Reno; there was no denying it. Every
nerve in his body screamed for the next kiss or lick, the next sensual touch.
Arousal surged through him, and Reno seemed especially pleased by it as he
rubbed his palm over Reeve�s rapidly hardening groin.

�Mmm,� The Turk hummed,
pressing even closer so that the executive could feel his own hardened member
against his back. �It seems like someone wants to play, yo.� He dragged his
tongue over the teeth marks as he twisted Reeve�s nipple, having a sneaky
suspicion that a little pain would only make the pleasure better, if Reeve�s
reaction was any indication.

He was smug when Reeve
moaned again, proving his theory as his head fell back helplessly onto Reno�s
shoulder. The older man�s his hips surged forward into Reno�s palm, his cock
straining within the confines of his loose pants.

�Why?� Reeve groaned, his
voice low and husky. �Why can�t I push you away?� he questioned rhetorically.
He panted, licking his lips when a warm and wet tongue slid across his neck,
teeth scraping his skin. His eyes shuttered close, body trembling, and his
fingernails dug into the countertop.

Reno smirked. �Because you
want me,� he answered matter of fact, grinding his own cock into the
executive�s ass. His hand slid over Reeve�s chest, pushing Reeve entirely flush
against him as his other hand continued to work the man�s arousal, slipping
beneath the draw-string pants and curling his fingers around the other man�s
flesh.

He stroked once, and Reeve�s
entire body seemed to melt as his hips surged into Reno�s touch. �I� I don�t,�
Reeve attempted to deny, but the panting in his voice was unmistakable. He
didn�t even know why he was bothering to refute it anymore, save that he was
clinging to some remainder of his heterosexuality and, in some way, his
masculinity as well.

�You do,� Reno assured him,
brushing his lips across the nape of Reeve�s neck, nose teasing the finer hairs
that grew there. He ground his hips forward, a deep and throaty purr echoing in
his throat.

Reeve�s head lolled
backwards. He might as well admit it to himself since the evidence was right
there in front of him. He didn�t let people he didn�t want give him a handjob
and lick the back of his neck. He wanted Reno, and he wanted very badly all the
things he saw in his dreams and all the naughty and nasty thoughts that had
been distracting him from his work.

It was so wrong, but he
couldn�t bring himself to stop.

Reno�s voice reverberated in
his ear, husky and sexual as warm breath puffed across his skin. �I�m going to
fuck you,� he muttered, smirking when Reeve shuddered, more precum seeping from
the head of his arousal. �I�m goin� to make you moan and pant and scream my
name until you can�t even speak.�

�Oh, Kami,� he moaned,
jerking his hips into Reno�s fingers, already feeling his climax building.
There was something about the situation that was so incredibly dirty, and yet,
it turned him on like nothing he had ever done before. Not even Cameron or any
of the other women he had fucked felt like this.

What would one night, one
time hurt? Perhaps he just needed to get the boy out of his system? And then,
everything would return to normal. Back to his job and his thoughts and Cameron
and expectations to the future. Why did the prospect of that depress him? Why
was it that nothing had seemed right until this very moment?

Suddenly, Reno�s hands
stilled on his cock, and Reeve nearly whimpered from the loss. �You can say no
right now. I�ll go back to the couch, and tomorrow, Rude will replace me,� he
uttered lowly.

Something inside Reeve
screamed �No!�

But Reno wasn�t done yet.
�But if you say no, this is it. You won�t see me again, and you�ll be left
wondering for the rest of your life.�

The Turk had stilled as he
waited, licking his lips in anticipation. This was the moment, the defining
moment. And a part of him feared that Reeve would indeed say no.

The executive debated for
all of a minute before he decided to hell with it, one night wasn�t that big of
a deal. Perhaps he just needed to exorcise his demons.

�Do it,� he rasped as he
surged his hips against Reno�s slack touch.

Reno�s fingers pressed
tighter against the executive�s chest as he grinned like a fool. �Do what?� he
questioned mildly, slowly beginning to slide his fingers over Reeve�s cock once
more but not quite stroking him.

The executive panted.
�You�re not going to make me say it,� he groaned as the fingers danced an
arousing tune on his manhood.

�Oh yes, I am.� He ran his
tongue over the shell of Reeve�s ear before biting down gently, and Reeve
shuddered. �Do. What. Reeve?� he asked, enunciating every word.

The executive closed his
eyes. �Fuck me, Reno.� The words fell from his lips, and surprisingly, he
didn�t regret them either. Every inch of his body was screaming for release,
his libido most especially.

Behind him, he felt Reno
shudder, and suddenly, the Turk growled as he pulled his hand from Reeve�s
pants and spun the executive around. He sealed their lips together in a
desperate and needy kiss. Reno�s body was pressed up against his, their cocks
rubbing together through the fabric of their pants. Reeve moaned into the kiss,
his hands settling on the Turk�s hips for lack of a better place, and his
fingers tightened in a motion that would probably leave bruises.

Reno devoured his mouth,
kissing him fiercely enough that Reeve tasted blood from a cut lip. But it
wasn�t that he cared. His head was spinning, and his cock ached, and he needed
something, anything, to ease the desire rushing around in side of him. His
heart was thudding loudly in his chest, and blood roared in his ears,
electricity spiking through his veins. It felt as if every nerve in his body
was on fire. He pressed forward just as eagerly, battling against Reno�s tongue
for dominance and tasting the faint flavor of pineapples in the Turk�s mouth.

�Bedroom,� Reno mumbled into
the kiss, already yanking on Reeve and pulling their entangled bodies towards
the doorway to the hall. He couldn�t stop his hands from roaming as he blindly
navigated them, his hands restlessly groping the executive�s ass and kneading
the plump flesh there.

Reeve moaned into his mouth
as they stumbled down the hallway, knocking a few pictures from the walls with
a defining crash. Yet, Reeve could not find it in him to care, completely
overcome with lust as he finally gave in to everything he had been struggling
to push aside for the two years� from the moment he had first laid eyes on
Reno.

The two staggered through
the doorway to Reeve�s room, not even bothering to flip on the light as they
tumbled into a bed that was simply too large for one. Light streaming through
the blinds from the street lamps outside was all the illumination Reno needed
as he ended the kiss long enough to look at the writhing man beneath him.
�
Reeve was coming alive
beneath him, hands desperately grasping at Reno�s body as the Turk dipped his
head and licked a path down the sweet flesh of the older man�s neck. One hand
dug a small tube of lube out of his pocket as he tucked it down next to Reeve�s
body before he quickly shimmied out of his pants, revealing that he wore
nothing underneath. He slid his shirt off his shoulders in one easy movement.

His heated flesh met cool
air, and Reno shivered before scooting further down Reeve�s body, latching
tongue and teeth on a nipple. Hands tangled in choppy strawberry-colored
strands as Reno slipped his hands between their bodies, efficiently stripping
away the executive�s pants before Reeve even noticed what was happening. Bare
flesh met bare flesh, and a fresh surge of arousal sent blinding white-hot fire
through the Turk�s veins as their naked cocks rubbed together. He bit back on a
revealing moan.

Reeve�s mind was a jumble of
desire, and yet, for a brief moment, it struck him that it was strange. For a
man so adamantly heterosexual, the feel of another man�s cock against his body
wasn�t as odd or sickening as he had half-expected it to be. Instead, his
arousal surged to greater heights, and all he could feel was pure desire. The hands
running over his body, that relentless tongue and those teasing bites were
making him so damn hard that he was continuously seeping precum.

He had never been that
aroused before and was embarrassed by his wanton behavior, not that it stopped
him from writhing beneath Reno�s talented touch in the slightest. Lips latched
onto a nipple, and Reeve cried out, his entire body arching as teeth nipped on
the bud, pulling lightly. A warm hand dipped between their bodies, fingers
wrapping around Reeve�s manhood and stroking him.

�Heh,� Reno commented,
immensely pleased with the accuracy of his intuition. �I knew it.� He smirked
as he turned to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as his ears
soaked up every gasp and moan.

�Don�t sound so smug,� Reeve
panted.

The Turk chuckled lightly
before releasing the other man�s nipple with a wet smack. �Turn over,� he
commanded, drawing back slightly and sweeping his gaze hungrily over the older
man�s body.

Amber eyes blinked. �What?�

The hand that was so wonderfully
stroking his erection slipped down further, beneath his balls. One finger
rubbed lightly over the puckered entrance.

�S�easier for beginners that
way.�

�Oh.� The implications
became clear, and a touch of nervousness settled in the executive�s chest.
Still, he allowed Reno to flip him over. He felt exposed like that as the Turk
knelt behind him, slowly easing his legs further apart, and Reeve swallowed
thickly when hands caressed his ass cheeks, kneading them gently.

�Relax,� Reno soothed, admiring
the curve of a tanned back as Reeve was stretched out in front of him. The
street lamps were just bright enough to give him the perfect profile, and the
Turk licked his lips hungrily. It was like an x-rated dream come true.

�Easy for you to say,� Reeve
muttered, unable to help the tenseness.

Men weren�t built to have
sex with other men. He expected pain.

The younger man chuckled. He
wasn�t about to explain it at the moment, but he had plenty experience being
bottom himself, most of it without his permission.

�Then, I guess I�ll hafta to
make you relax.�

�What do you-- Nnngh.�

An incoherent groan escaped
Reeve�s mouth from the first wet slide of a tongue across his anus. The thought
should have sickened him all things considered, but the pleasure in just that
one lick drove all thoughts out of his mind. He practically melted into the
bed, especially when Reno�s tongue swiped over him again.

�Uhnnnn.� He never imagined
that it would feel anything like that.

Hands were on the
executive�s ass, kneading and groping as warm air blew over his puckered
entrance. �You are so fuckin� hot,� Reno murmured before tracing the ring of
muscle with the tip of his tongue. Reeve�s hips moved restlessly in his grasp,
unconsciously pushing backwards against the slight pressure.

�Ngh.� Reeve was beyond
coherent speech. He wasn�t even sure if he could remember his own name, much
less anything else. The slick muscle laved him diligently, loosening and
successfully driving all fears and thoughts of pain from his mind.

He was so far gone that he
barely noticed the first lubed finger as it slid inside of him. There was a
vague pressure but no pain. It was an odd feeling but not altogether
unpleasant, and he moaned as the digit began to carefully fuck him with diligent
movements.

Reno was having trouble
controlling himself as he slid in another finger. Reeve was gripping him so
tightly, and the man was warm as fire inside. He could already imagine what it
would feel like wrapped around his cock, and he panted, arousal surging through
him. He hastily added a third finger, and Reeve made a noise of protest; there
was a bit of burn to the third. But then Reno curled his fingers, brushing
against something electric inside of him, and the executive�s entire body jolted,
his cock leaping excitedly.

�Oh, shit,� Reeve breathed,
arms shaking as he tossed his head back. Reno brushed his fingers over that
spot, and once again blinding pleasure shot through his body like lightning.
�Unngh.�

Reno licked his lips, every
pant and moan and muttered curse making his own arousal surge to astronomical
heights. He didn�t know how long he would last once he finally managed to get
inside the executive. He was getting close to his limits already.

�Reno��

That was the last straw.

�Fuck,� Reno muttered as he
withdrew his fingers, slathering oil all over his cock. �I can�t wait any
longer.� He positioned himself at the executive�s entrance and began to slowly
press himself inside, sweat already streaming down his brow.

�Tight,� he hissed as he
drew his lips between his teeth, eyes rolling with pleasure as his cock was
consumed by gripping heat. Reeve was so tight that Reno nearly lost it right
there and struggled to get a hold of himself before made a fool of himself.�

Reeve grunted, faltering at
the startling intrusion as his arms buckled. Reno�s hand settled on his hip,
the other rubbing up his spine, and he paused only half-way inside, allowing
the executive time to adjust. It was all Reno could do to not just thrust
inside, and the moment Reeve eased slightly, he pushed himself the rest of the
way, knowing it was better to get it over quick. He moaned as he was ensheathed
by gripping heat, grasping tightly enough to the executive�s hips that there
would be bruises later.

Reeve arched his back at the
sudden feeling of fullness, fingers clenching around the covers. It wasn�t a
ripping, biting pain so much as it was one of throbbing annoyance, like someone
had punched him in the ass or something. He panted, sucking in a deep breath as
he heard Reno�s sharp breathing behind him.

�You feel damn good,� the
Turk rasped.

The executive arched his
back, shifting his hips backwards in a movement that was purely instinctual.
�Move,� he gasped.

�My pleasure.�

And then, Reno retracted
slightly, until just the head of him remained inside. He paused for a second,
only to thrust forwards, a long, deep stroke that seemed to reverberate
throughout Reeve�s entire body. It brushed along that inner spot inside of him,
and he swore he saw stars, his back bowing with pleasure. The pain faded to
pure arousal as the Turk began a steady pace, and he could feel the slap of
Reno�s balls against the curve of his ass.�

�Reno�� Reeve moaned as he
pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

Something reverberated in
the Turk�s chest, sounding strangely like a cross between a growl and a hum as
Reno leaned over, licking a wet line down Reeve�s spine. His teeth followed in
the moist wake, and Reeve practically purred, actively rolling his hips to meet
Reno�s every thrust.

He never thought it would
feel so good, that having sex with another man would make him feel so alive. He
had been denying his desires until it felt like second nature, but this was
something he had never expected. Moans escaped his throat before he could stop,
not that he didn�t think he would even try, and he could feel an orgasm
building up within him, far faster than he had ever with Cameron.

His hips undulated of their
own accord. �Nnngh. Harder, Reno.�

Instead of complying, however,
Reno suddenly withdrew from him completely. Confused, Reno furrowed his brow
and turned his head to question him. Before the words left his mouth, he was
flipped over onto his back, staring up into lust-soaked aquamarine eyes. The
younger male knelt between his legs and slid slickly into him once more, the
angle of penetration different than before. It made Reeve arch his back in
pleasure. His hands scrabbled wildly for a handhold, finding nothing but air as
wordless cries fell from his lips.

Reno bent over their joined
bodies, hungrily seeking Reeve�s lips with his own. Their mouths joined
clumsily, passionately, teeth knocking against the soft flesh of their lips as
tongues darted out, sliding along one another. On instinct, Reeve�s legs slid
around Reno�s body as he wrapped his arms around the Turk�s shoulders, pulling
the other man down against him. His cock was trapped between their bodies,
sliding along their sweat-slicked skin and providing the friction that he
desired.

Sweat streamed from the
executive�s brow, and his bed was shaking from the force of Reno�s thrusts.
Yet, he couldn�t find it in him to care. Fire was blossoming inside of him, and
he could feel the dam building and cresting until he couldn�t control it. He
screamed Reno�s name when he came, blinding white-hot fire flashing behind his
eyes as he spurted between their bodies.

That seemed to set off Reno
as the younger man stiffened above him, mouth clamping down on Reeve�s shoulder
and emitting a muffled scream of ecstasy into Reeve�s neck as he emptied
himself inside of the executive.

The two collapsed in a pile
of sticky limbs, sweating profusely with their hearts beating a mad rhythm.
Reno grunted as he rolled to the side, trying not to crush the man beneath him
but not before firmly latching their lips together. He buried his hand in
Reeve�s hair, tilting the executive�s head towards him. Reeve returned the
desperate kiss with just as much fervor, though it was obvious from his
somewhat languid movements that he was exhausted. His body still thrummed from
the force of what was probably the best fucking orgasm he had ever had and a
part of him wanted it all over again.

�Fuckin� incredible,� Reno
muttered against the older man�s lips before trailing his own over the hollow
of the other man�s throat.

Reeve hummed appreciatively
deep in his chest at the slightly languorous bit of affection, and his arms
slowly slackened from their desperate hold around the younger man�s shoulders.

�I guess this makes me gay,�
he mumbled somewhat sleepily, mind already drifting off into that hazy state
halfway between wakefulness and dead sleep. He was exhausted, both mentally and
physically, and he didn�t even want to begin contemplating anything beyond a
good night�s rest. The morning after and �where do we go from here?� could wait
until later as far as he was concerned.

Reno rolled his eyes in
amusement as he shook his head. �There�s such as thing as being bisexual,
Reeve.�

�Umm-hmm,� the executive
replied sleepily, using the tone that implied he wasn�t really listening at
all.

The Turk chuckled and gently
eased his softening sex from Reeve�s entrance before slipping from the bed,
completely at ease with his own nakedness. Reeve made only the slightest sound
of protest, his forehead crinkling in a decidedly cute manner before he curled
up and promptly drifted back off again. A soft snore followed Reno as he padded
quietly out of the room, performing a quick safety check of the executive�s
apartment. After all, he was Reeve�s bodyguard.

With the doors locked and
the windows double-checked and sealed shut, Reno flipped off all of the lights,
though he left the television on. He tiredly climbed back into bed next to
Reeve, curling up against his back. The executive was warm, his skin heated
like he was a natural furnace, and Reno chuckled lightly again. He could feel
himself wanting to harden again, just by looking at the lightly muscled skin
but the weariness in his body was too much to bear.

It wasn�t long before he,
too, was asleep.

* �� * �� *

Reeve awoke shivering
slightly and somewhat disoriented. He blinked, trying to clear away the strange
haze as he attempted to see through the darkness of his room. The lights
outside helped some.

He yawned as he shifted,
realizing there was a warm weight on his side, and he felt sticky. The memories
returned then, flashes of wet kisses, panted words, the best fucking orgasm
over, and much, much more. Even more telling was that when he moved, there was
a twinge in his lower back.

He had actually done it; he
had had sex with Reno.

His cheeks warmed at the
thought, and as if hearing his inner monologue Reno shifted, giving a small
snore. Suddenly, it became all too much, and the executive slid from the bed,
padding quietly to the bathroom where he began to wash himself off with a
washcloth. His stomach chose to grumble hungrily then, so he tiptoed back into
his room and grabbed his sleeping pants off the floor, pulling them over his
hips before slipping from the room.

He contemplated the mess in
his kitchen before he found himself at the couch, grabbing a slice of Reno�s
pizza. He began to munch on it without bothering to warm it up, surprised that
the strange mix of fruit and meat was actually good. He watched the infomercial
with the attention of a zombie, unconsciously munching, and it wasn�t until he
was halfway through his second slice that the implications of what he had just
done caught up with him.

To say that he didn�t want
Reno anymore would have been a lie. He couldn�t deny that anymore. No, the
problem now was something far more difficult. He simply couldn�t be with Reno,
even if he wanted to. There were too many other factors that he hadn�t even
considered last night. He knew that one night wouldn�t be enough now. Not with
echoes of the way Reno made him feel still lingering inside his body.

Even if they tried to
continue on in secret, eventually they would be caught, and he couldn�t have
either his family or ShinRa find out. He would lose his job, and he loved his
parents and sister. He couldn�t bear to think of them hating him. Besides, it
just wasn�t feasible for them to be together. They were too different, and
Reeve was ten years older than Reno, for Kami�s sake. The boy needed someone
his own age, someone that he could relate to.

And even if he wanted to
explain to his parents that he was dating a man, he knew that they would never
accept Reno. The boy was reckless and rough, and he was definitely not from
high-class society. He was the first-born son, after all. There were certain
things expected of Reeve and getting involved with another man was not one of
them.

No, the thing with Reno had
to end. They had their one chance, but now, he had to call it over. At least
then, he couldn�t be accused of not trying.

�It�s late. Why are you up?�

Reeve whirled around to find
Reno leaning against the wall, watching him with a curious expression. He
raised a brow when he caught the half-eaten pizza in Reeve�s hands.

�Are you eatin� my pizza,
yo?� he asked.

The executive shook his head.
�I was hungry. My dinner exploded earlier.�

Reno grinned before stepping
into the room, still as naked as before. �I remember,� he responded before
plopping himself down in the couch next to the executive stretching his limbs.
�Man, you keep it cold in here.�

Wordlessly, Reeve pulled the
white throw off the back of his couch and handed it to the Turk.

Reno rolled his eyes but
took the blanket. �Not quite what I was hinting but whatever.� He eyed the
delicately woven fabric. �This is nice,� he mused.

�Thanks,� Reeve mumbled,
feeling incredibly awkward.

What was the etiquette after
sleeping with another man? And one so much younger than him at that?

�Cameron got it--� He
abruptly shut his mouth, shaking his head to clear the words he had almost let
out.

�Cameron? Who�s that?�

The pizza flopped back into
the box, only half-finished. �My girlfriend,� Reeve answered wearily, scraping
a hand through his hair as he leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his
knees. �You should remember her. The blonde from the party.�

Reno eyed him critically.
�Stop that shit,� he said coolly.�

�I�m saying--�.

The Turk shook his head.
�You can just stop that right there. I ain�t going to let you lie and say that
you didn�t want it. I gave you an out.�

�Argh, that�s not what I�m
saying.�

�Then what are you weakly
hinting at?� Reno snapped. He threw the blanket to the side as he glared at
Reeve, aquamarine eyes flashing.

The executive frowned. �I�m
not--�

The other male cut his hand
through the air, stopping Reeve�s denial before it could even begin. They both
knew it wasn�t true.

�Don�t even gimme that
bullshit, Reeve. Gay ain�t got nothing to do with it.�

Reeve sighed, raking a hand
through his hair and gripping it tightly for a moment. He couldn�t deny that
with the naked man just that close to him he could already feel himself wanting
more. But he shouldn�t, and that was the problem. It just couldn�t work.�

�You were right,� he
admitted. �But that doesn�t mean we are right. There are too many factors. I can�t
do this.�

Reno snorted. �You are so
fuckin� stupid.�

Amber eyes blinked, turning
his head at the strange response. �What?�

�You think way too damn
much. What am I gonna do about this? What about the far away future? Blah,
blah, blah,� Reno insisted, beginning to get a little angry. He pushed closer
to Reeve, getting in the executive�s face. �You need to stop thinking for once
and just feel.� With that said, he pressed forward and sealed his lips over
Reeve�s, pushing the older man back against the couch.

A muffled sound of protest
escaped Reeve�s mouth, but it quickly faded as his back hit the coolness of the
leather. Reno�s tongue swept inside of his mouth, and Reeve�s hands rose of
their own accord, gripping onto Reno�s arms and dragging the younger male
closer. His blood pumped through his veins, already stirring with the
none-too-gentle touch, and he couldn�t deny that he wanted all over again.

He lost control of his
senses when Reno kissed him. He couldn�t think rationally anymore as arousal
sang through his veins. He felt himself already hardening as Reno�s pale body
gleamed above him in the dim light from the television.

And without a protest, Reeve
surrendered just one more time. He justified it by saying that the �just one
night� still wasn�t over. That in the morning, when Rude came to replace Reno
for the day shift as he was certain the bald Turk would do, he could make his
intentions clear. At least, that was the plan. So even if nothing was resolved,
Reeve gave in one last time. Or that was he tried to tell himself.

Just this one last time.

-�� -�� -�� -

A/N: Thank you all for
reading! Leave a review before you go. Also, if you would like to be informed
of when I update, rather than relentlessly checking the site, leave me your e-mail
address or just e-mail me and I�ll add you to the list. Or you can go join the
forum, they get update e-mails there as well.

Ri: I had so much fun
writing the �Reeve-drunk� scene. It was one of the first I devised when I
started hashing out ideas for this. I hope the steaminess in this chapter was
worth waiting for!

Cue: Thanks for being a fan!
Reviews are always nice and I�m happy to know you�re reading. Thanks!!

Samma: Real Life... yeah, it
kept me from posting last week. Grr, College exams. I�m honored to be on the
�first thing you check� list. I think you�re predictions about what they�re
going to end up doing are pretty accurate. Gotta love the smex. And I�ll be
sure to send you the info for the fan club, lol. Thanks!!

Juna: Intense is only one
word to describe it. Expect more of that in the future as things heat up
between them and in events around them. Thanks!!

Reno: Thanks!!
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shattered Boundaries