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The Reaper	By : crystalwind Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 676 -:- 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
Warnings: A little bit of violence, lemon, large time-warps because I can't be assed to write 2 full years of Reno running a mob and pissing everyone else off

Chapter 5 – The Bloodletting, Part 2

The instant the bell in the distance tolled 1830, Reno whipped around, facing the three who he considered to be his primary opponents, and fired off a round. His target went down in a heap, blood oozing from the hole that had appeared, dead-center in his forehead. Spinning again before the others could get over the shock of his quick attack and retaliate, he bolted, disappearing into the shadows of a nearby alley. 'Dumb fuckers never even saw it coming…' He chuckled to himself as he ran, slowing down to an easy lope once he was well out of sight. There weren't even any footsteps running after him. 'Too shocked and stupid to take me out before I have time to plot against them. Too bad, should have taught themselves to think and plan on the fly if they wanted a job like this. The next 3 days'll be a breeze…'
He left the sector entirely, figuring nobody had told him not to, and stocked up on some supplies at the first store he found in Sector 3. The clerk looked at him like he was insane for running around with no jacket, and given how cold it was with the onset of winter, Reno couldn't blame him for the stare. 'Fucking brat… has her own fucking jacket.' Shaking his head, Reno grabbed the water bottled, case of beer, and food that he'd just bought, and returned cautiously to Sector 4.
By the time he arrived back at the starting point, the others were long gone. The man he'd shot had been dragged off to the side, and Reno was only mildly surprised to see three other bodies with him. He figured the two left "in charge" had a problem with sharing power, and these were the three who hadn't had the sense to hide fast enough. 'Four down, two to go…' He wasn't concerned about the other six. They'd probably just hide for the next three days while the killing sorted itself out at the top.
Shrugging to himself, he slipped back into the shadows of the alley he was watching from and snuck into the adjacent building. He was pleased to see that there was hardly any dust on the ground floor; closed doors and windows had helped with that, and now he wouldn't leave a bunch of noticeable footprints on his way upstairs. Making his way to the third floor, he readied his makeshift nooses, made sure his HK was easily accessible, and popped open a beer. Like he'd thought earlier, the next three days would be a breeze.

As he'd expected, his two primary opponents didn't return to the starting point until the third day. He figured they'd either spent their time looking for him or hunting down their other "competition", and now they were back to lay an ambush for him. After all, he had to return to the start point some time… He smirked, setting his water bottle down carefully behind him. The empty beer cans were lined up along the far wall, along with his empty food wrappers, where they wouldn't get in his way, and he wouldn't accidentally knock everything over and make a ton of noise. Nothing made noise quite like a bunch of aluminum cans being knocked around.
Scooting up a little closer to the grimy window to get a better look, he carefully lifted the ends of his climbing lines. He had spent the morning preparing them, stringing the two longer lines in between buildings, and setting up the other two so that he could drop the noose end down when his victims were in position. The ends of his drop lines were fed through a tiny hole at the corner of his window, and had knots tied in the end so he wouldn't drop them. During the Meet and Tanner's rather long-winded speech, he had carefully memorized where his opponents were standing before Tanner called them over, and he was right in guessing that they'd pick that spot to stand when they returned to the area. His first target, a burly man with grizzled black hair (who Reno had uninventively nicknamed "Grizzly"), was standing a little too far left to drop the noose on him. The other one, who was plain and unremarkable enough that Reno simply called him "Two", was in the perfect spot, however, and Reno smiled, waiting for him to turn his head.
He didn't have long to wait; Grizzly muttered something, hefting his machine gun and kicking at the wall next to him, and Two turned to respond. Reno dropped the line immediately, and hauled his end to the far side of the room, next to his line of beer cans, as soon as the noose settled around Two's neck. 'Guess it's a good thing I got the lighter one…' Reno smirked, tying the line off to a pipe sticking out of the wall. 'Nothing like a little manual labor to make the cold go away, too.' He wiped imaginary dust from his hands, grinning again to himself, and shifted to where he could see out of another window. Two was kicking and struggling, his feet about eight feet above the ground. He was too high for Grizzly to help cut the line, and the line itself was so light and fine that it dug into Two's neck; there was no way for Two to pry his fingers underneath and save himself.
The line was also too fine to be seen clearly in the murky, dust-filled air, Reno noted. Grizzly was trying unsuccessfully to see where it led, and Reno decided he'd be a pal and help the guy out. After all, it wasn't fair to make him tax himself thinking too hard, right? 'Right!' Reno snickered, and pulled out his gun. He jogged lightly up two flights of stairs, knowing there was an open window above him. 'I should know, I'm the one who opened the damned thing…' He checked quickly to make sure Grizzly hadn't figured out where the line led yet, and then moved up to the window and took aim, chuckling when Grizzly turned the completely opposite direction, trying to see if the line came from the building above him. He didn't bother keeping his laughter quiet, and Grizzly quickly turned around, facing the open window. He couldn't bring his machine gun up fast enough, however, and Reno shot him once in the hand, and again in the hollow of the throat. The machine gun went flying one way in a knee-jerk reaction, and Grizzly's body fell back and away from it when the second round hit. 'Perfect.'
Sauntering down the stairs, Reno strolled over and kicked the machine gun away, before stepping over to frisk Grizzly. He didn't bother with Two; he was already limp in the noose, tongue black and swollen and protruding from his mouth. Smirking again at how easy it had all been, he leaned back against the wall to watch Grizzly die.

The other contestants crept back one by one into the Meet, looking warily around the wide intersection. Four bodies were piled against one building, covered in dust and beginning to rot from three days prior. Another body lay against a different building, apparently having bled out from the throat. What made them most nervous, however, was the fifth body, which hung silently in the middle of the intersection. His eyes were bulging, and his tongue puffed out of his mouth. There was no wind there below the Plate, and his body hung straight and still. Nobody else was around.
Six people eventually stood, nervously, in the area, looking around. They didn't bother taking each other out; whoever had killed the two top contenders was clearly still around somewhere, and they all knew they had no chance. They only hoped that he didn't feel threatened by them, and wouldn't kill them all where they stood; he obviously could if he wanted to. 1830 was only seven minutes away.
Reno watched them mill around uneasily, in front of a window in a completely different building this time. He had gathered his unused line and his empty cartridges, leaving the beer cans and food wrappers in the other building. He had also shut the window on the fifth floor, deciding that there was no sense in making anyone suspicious. Now he sipped his last water bottle and relaxed, waiting for the Bloodletting to come to an end. He didn't really see any point to killing the six people below him, even if it would be incredibly easy. They had no real desire for power, or they would have spent the three days killing each other off, but they were obviously good enough to have had some kind of chance at leading, or Tanner wouldn't have invited them ('Unless he's a complete idiot, which is possible…'). There was no sense in getting rid of skilled people.
The bell tolled, and he tossed the water bottle over his shoulder, shivering slightly and making his way back downstairs. 'I should have run home and grabbed another jacket when I went to buy food,' he grumbled to himself, rolling his shoulders irritably. 'Damned kid.'
It occurred to him, as he made it down to the ground floor, that his six peers could easily kill him, nominate one of themselves as the "victor", and claim to Tanner that it had happened before the bell tolled, but he was less worried about that than he was about the cold, truth be told. If any of them were truly that ambitious, they would have done what Regis did to Mel's gang not too long ago, and rigged the entire Meet with explosives. What easier way of getting rid of the competition?
As it was, he was still a little tense when he walked outside, strutting as if he owned the place. 'Well, I pretty much do, now.' The other six turned around quickly when they heard the door slam open, and he was thankful that he'd moved away quickly enough to avoid having it swing back and smash him in the face. That wasn't really the kind of impression he wanted to make on people…
He stopped in the middle of the intersection, and stared at them. They stopped moving and talking, and stared back. Minutes passed, and nobody moved. 'Great. We're all going to stand here looking at each other like a bunch of retards for the rest of the night.'
A high-pitched voice broke the silence. "Look, it's the guy with the funny hair!" The others had trouble containing their snorts of laughter as Reno gritted his teeth, turning towards the offending voice.
"Reno. My name is Reno, kid." Alyse only giggled, walking side by side with Tanner into the area. Sim and several others from the Lich trailed in behind them.
Tanner smiled coldly, and began to talk. "Most excellent. You amaze even me." He paused, glancing up at Two's body, still dangling in the street. "Fascinating." Reno shrugged, slightly uncomfortable, and sighed when Tanner turned to address the quickly forming crowd, moving to stand near the other six contenders. Tanner was going to make another speech again…great.
One of the six whispered over to him, "I hope you don't like to hear yourself talk that much…" Reno glanced over, surprised that one of them was including him in on a joke about Tanner, and noted that the man who'd made a smart-assed comment about him being cold three days ago was one of the dead bodies against the wall. He smiled.
"Oh, don't get your hopes up. I probably talk more than most people alive." He paused, appearing to think about it. "Of course, I'm usually making fun of someone when I do it, and most people are laughing instead of falling asleep…" The others grinned, and Reno smiled back cheekily. 'Oh look. That red-headed little shit won, let's all play nice now. Jackasses…' He didn't have a big tolerance for people who kissed ass. 'Maybe I should have shot them all after all.' Tanner droned on in the background.

Mel yawned, leaning against the bar. Four months had passed since he left his gang, turning it over to Sonny, and he had quickly learned that running a bar wasn't nearly as exciting as running a gang. His was one of the nicer ones in Sector 5, and served full meals as well as drinks, and so it tended to get more respectable customers than some of the dives in the area. That wasn't to say that there were never bar fights, because there were, and Mel loved them, but he had bouncers who took care of those things. To be honest, he had someone to take care of everything, and all he really did was watch them, and occasionally bartend when it got busy.
Sonny and the gang stopped by often, keeping him up-to-date with the latest news from around the slums, but it wasn't really the same as being out there with them. It didn't help that Reno had disappeared, either. The last anyone had seen him was when Sonny ran into him the day of the Bloodletting. Since then, nobody had heard anything of Reno, the outcome of the Bloodletting, or the Reaper. If anyone knew anything, they were probably in the Lich, and were keeping their damned mouths shut. Mel sighed, and wondered if Maura was right about putting up Reno's picture along the wall, where they kept small memorials to all of their friends who had fallen. 'That crazy little bastard would probably just waltz in here the day after I did it, just to piss me off.' He yawned again, and stared at the clock above the bar. 0200. Only a couple more hours before closing.

Reno's fifteenth birthday was mostly unremarked-upon. The majority of his Lich didn't even know about it. Hell, many of them didn't know he was that young to begin with, although most of them suspected it. As it was, he didn't really want a party anyway, and the less people who knew about it, the better. The only birthday present he'd ever received was a teddy bear when he turned one, and he figured he didn't really need much else. He still had the bear, tucked away in a duffel bag, and he kept it as a good reminder that birthday present didn't equal love. His mother had tried to drown him ten years after the present was given, after all.
As a result, he'd kept quiet about his birthday, figuring that even the people who knew about it would forget by the time it actually rolled around, and when the day came, he made himself scarce from the Hideout. He had come to spend most of his time in the oppressive building, running the affairs of his own private mafia from within its walls. The Lich was involved in a great deal of underground crime, from arms dealing to prostitution, and all decisions eventually came to Reno before actions were taken. His organization wasn't as vast as many people on the outside, including himself at one point, believed; there were only 67 members, including himself, opposed to the hundreds of popular belief. In spite of the relatively small size, the Lich was more powerful than even the crime ring run by Don Corneo, and many members held firm in the belief that they could give even the famed Turks a run for their money. That, however, was something never put to the test, at least during Reno's tenure as the Reaper, because he had no desire to cross paths with the so-called Shin-Ra Department of Administrative Research. They had, after all, never done anything to him, even if he did suspect that they were still stalking him.
In fact, he was pretty positive that they were, as he caught a brief flash of sunglasses out of the corner of his eye when he began to walk away from the Hideout. 'Some hideout…Maybe I should rename the fucking place the Stakeout…' he muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders. Winter had come and gone, and the temperature below the plate returned to normal; not cold, but not really hot either, since the Plate blocked out natural sunlight and somewhat protected the slums below from the heat. As a result, he was dressed in the same clothes he'd worn to the Bloodletting, sans the leather jacket, which he didn't need and which Alyse still had anyway. The little brat still wandered in and out of the Hideout, even though Tanner no longer resided there and never put in an appearance, and always wore Reno's jacket. It would have driven him insane if it wasn't kind of endearing…
He shrugged, ignoring the tell-tale sign of Sunglass-Guy and driving thoughts of his semi-stolen jacket out of his mind, as he made his way out of Sector 4. It had been almost ten months since he'd last left, and he hadn't spoken to anyone in his old gang in all that time. He figured they had probably taken him for dead, since the results of the Bloodletting were never exactly made public, and he had been careful about going on jobs himself. As Sim had put it, the Lich expected him to lead by guidance and control, using them as his weapons instead of doing the dirty work himself. He still went on the odd job here and there, because he liked knowing that he still had what it took, but for the most part, he listened to Sim. He usually did.
Grinning at the thought of the pretty blonde, Reno turned towards Mel's bar as soon as he made it to Sector 5. He had promised Mel all that time ago that he'd stop by, and it was high time to fulfill that promise. Besides, even if he didn't want a party, he could still cash in on it being his birthday and try to weasel free drinks out of the guy. It was only proper, after all. He smiled again, finding himself standing outside the bar. 1900 – perfect timing for some drinks.
Rubbing his hands together mischievously, he stepped forward and pulled open the door, coming face to face with Sonny. Too startled to move, the door swung back closed and smacked him in the ass, knocking him forward into Sonny. "FUCK!" The entire bar went silent, and every head turned to stare. Sonny held back a snigger, and stepped away, giving Reno a clear view of the bar, which currently seated several families enjoying dinner, a few groups of people having drinks, everyone from Sonny's gang, and, to his surprise, a couple of familiar faces from his own gang, back when he ruled the children on the streets. Myrna, who sat next to Maura up at the bar, smiled and waved, cheerfully. Reno straightened, pretending like the door incident had never happened, and started to walk over, jabbing Sonny with an elbow on the way. He didn't make it that far, though.
"Son of a bitch!" Mel tackled him from the side, taking him by surprise and knocking him to the ground before hauling him up by his ponytail. "You little bastard! I knew it! I fucking knew it!"
Reno tried to get Mel to stop shaking him around, bewildered and in a fair bit of pain from his hair being yanked around. "Knew what? Ya finally lost it, Mel?" Mel tossed him down, belligerently, and turned to point at the wall, where a small shot glass stood upside-down in front of Reno's photo on the shelf.
"I just put it up yesterday. I put it off all this time, 'cuz I figured you'd waltz on in here the day after I put it up anyway, and here you fucking are." Mel sighed. "Son of a bitch…"
Reno smirked, smoothing his hair and wife beater back into place. "Happy to see you too, asshole."
Mel laughed, pulling him into a hug. "Oh well, it's about time you showed up, anyway. How the hell have ya been, kid? Here, let's grab you a drink. Aw, hell, round on the house!"
The rest of the bar cheered, and Reno grinned, following him to the bar. Just like he said 10 months ago, free booze.

By the time Reno left the bar, it was nearly 2300. He had made up for lost time with his old friends, catching up on their lives and reminiscing about the past. He hadn't said a whole lot about what he was up to now, but that was ok. They knew that he had gone to the Bloodletting 10 months ago, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who he was nowadays, so people didn't ask a whole lot of questions. Toby and Myrna were the most curious, since they hadn't seen him for years, but even they didn't pry into what he did, filling up any awkward silences with stories of their own. A great deal of time had been spent poking fun at Mel for settling down, which had led to teasing about his girlfriend. That, in turn, had led to questions about Reno. More specifically, Sonny wanted to know if he'd "met any good hookers lately," which set off a bout of laughter from the group. Maura whispered to Toby and Myrna, letting them in on the joke, and they laughed too, wondering as much as everyone else what Reno would say.
To everyone's surprise, Reno had turned, looked at the clock, and freaked out. "Ah, shit! I promised I'd be back in ten minutes!" He bolted for the door, and Sonny laughed.
"So much for making fun of Mel. Looks like Reno's been 'whipped too, and he's six years younger."
Mel laughed at Sonny's jibe, and tossed a balled up napkin at Reno's back as he dashed out. "Hey! At least give us her name before you run home!" At that, Reno stopped, and turned with a smirk. 'Uh-oh, time for some of that ridiculous shit we're all so used to from him…' Everyone grinned expectantly, well-recognizing the look on Reno's face.
"The name's Sim, and he'd probably be pretty pissed off to hear you call him a girl." He laughed raucously, and fled the scene before any of them could get over their shock. Now, eight minutes before he was supposed to be back at the Hideout, he ran.

He was seven minutes late, and crept quietly up the stairs to his bedroom, hoping that Sim wasn't mad. Despite his apparent laziness in everything that he did, Reno was never actually late for anything, and he got the feeling that Sim was the kind of person who expected everyone to always be on time, if not early. As a result, he really had no idea what Sim's reaction would be to his tardiness, particularly since he'd promised that he'd be there at 2300. He was pretty sure Sim had been planning some sort of surprise for him too, since Sim was the only person who had mentioned his birthday to him all week.
He felt even more guilty when he walked quietly into his room, finding it aglow with candles and soft incense. 'Great. He plans a romantic night for my birthday, I'm probably finally going to get laid, and I'm late because I decided to go out drinking. This is gonna go over great…' He sighed, and shut the door softly behind him.
"You're late." He flinched, looking at the ground.
Under normal circumstances, he probably would have snapped back with some wise-ass comment ('Thank you, Captain Obvious…'), but Sim had Reno wrapped around his little finger, much as Reno avoided admitting it, and the fact that Sim didn't even sound all that angry only made him feel worse. "I'm sorry."
Sim snorted softly. His tone was amused, voice soft and melodic as always. "You will be if you don't look up here and start worshipping me." Reno could hear the quiet laughter in his voice, and chanced a glance. What he saw made him straighten instantly, eyes and mouth open wide. Sim was wearing lingerie.
Chuckling, Sim glided over, hips swaying tantalizingly, and Reno found himself unable to look away, amber and black lace filling his vision.
When Sim said Reno would be worshipping him, he wasn't kidding. A dark corset, made of black lace over a shiny amber material, hugged his upper body, ending short enough to display a large expanse of midriff. A sheer black cloth, split down the front, hung down from the top of the corset, falling just far enough to brush against Sim's hips, fluttering gently as he walked and seeming to expose more than it covered. Softly curved hips were adorned by the barest bits of fabric, a dark thong held together by slender strips of black lace. More lace formed delicate garter straps, holding up a set of sheer stockings that showed off all of Sim's ample legs and dainty feet; he wore no shoes, and slipped closer silently, the only sound the subtle shifting of fabric. Bathed in the warm light of a hundred softly-glowing candles, his creamy skin took on a golden tone, matching the amber and contrasting the black beautifully.
A long, slender finger gently pushed up on Reno's chin, compelling him to close his mouth, and Sim moved in closely, running delicate hands slowly down Reno's chest as he breathed softly into his ear, "You're late…but I'll forgive you." Reno moved slowly, as if in a daze, wrapping his arms around and sliding his hands from Sim's shoulder blades down to cup his ass. It was completely bare beneath the sheer fabric falling from the corset, and Reno swallowed, feeling himself grow hard as he pulled Sim closer. The blonde obliged, rolling his hips slowly, torturously, against Reno's. His warm lips grazed Reno's, but before the redhead could deepen the kiss, Sim pilled away completely, stepping backwards. He gave Reno a sultry smile and backed up slowly towards the bed, crooking a finger to indicate that Reno should follow. Smirking, Reno followed him, pulling off his boots and socks along the way.
Sim perched on the edge of the bed and spread his legs, leaning back on one hand and stroking himself through the fabric of his thing with the other. Biting back a groan at the sight, Reno pulled of his wife beater before straddling Sim's lap, pushing him back and gripping both wrists above his head. Sim laughed, breathlessly, and rocked his hips into Reno's, driving the groan out of him after all. Reno quickly restrained Sim's hips with his own, leaning forward to ravish the blonde's mouth. Their tongues twined together in a brief battle for dominance, before Sim gave up on winning that battle and wriggled his hips again. Moaning softly, Reno gave in, rocking his hips in time with Sim's. The kiss lasted until they ran out of breath and had to break apart, panting and hearts pounding from the friction between their rubbing erections.
Sitting up abruptly, Reno released Sim's wrists and pulled him up as well, hands working quickly to remove his corset. Laughing, Sim batted his hands away, squirming out from under his lap and dragging him further onto the bed. Sim then pulled Reno into a sitting position again and sat on his lap, rubbing his soft ass over Reno's erection before tossing his hair over his shoulder and slowly undoing the lacing on his corset, giving Reno a lap dance and a strip tease all at once.
Reno cursed softly, and dove forward as soon as the corset was off, nipping and kissing down Sim's jawline and to his collarbone, leaving a series of bruises in his wake. Lowering Sim down until he was settled between the teen's stockinged legs, Reno continued down Sim's chest, pausing to suckle at a tawny nipple, rolling it between his teeth until it became hard. He then moved over to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment until Sim whimpered and bucked beneath him, begging wordlessly for Reno to continue. Chuckling, Reno gave each nipple a hard kiss before moving further down Sim's body, briefly dipping a hot tongue into his navel, thrusting it in and out suggestively.
Sim whimpered again, and Reno moved lower still, pulling the lacy thong away with his teeth and bringing his hands in to caress Sim's inner thighs, dragging his fingers in slow, firm circles along sensitive flesh, teasing but never touching. With his mouth, he lipped the sensitive skin around Sim's erection, cheek grazing his hardened member. "Reno…" Reno chuckled against his groin, still rubbing deliberate circles along his thighs.
"Yes?" Devious blue eyes peered up from under a mane of crimson hair, damp with sweat, and Sim groaned.
"Please. Please…Don't tease me."
Reno chuckled again. "If you insist…" He slowly lipped at the base of Sim's cock, massaging his balls slowly and gently as Sim's erection throbbed beneath his mouth. Delighting in Sim's moans of pleasure, Reno slowly, torturously, moved his lips up Sim's shaft until he reached the tip of his penis, already leaking pre-cum as Sim's entire body arched in expectation. Smirking at his lover's wanton behavior, Reno cupped Sim's balls in his hands and breathed hotly along his pulsing cock, taking just the tip of it into his mouth and swirling his tongue slowly around it. Sim gasped, thrusting his hips upward as Reno dipped his tongue into the slit. Reno bobbed his head shallowly up and down for several minutes, delighting in the taste and feel of the cock pulsating in his mouth, and smiled around it as he heard Sim whimper for more.
Mot then happy to oblige his lover, Reno allowed his mouth to slide down the length of Sim's shaft, swallowing every inch of it, dragging his tongue down along the sensitive underside. Sim's whimpers quickly turned into throaty moans as Reno pulled back and then slid his mouth down again, and again, picking up speed each time he repeated the action. Before long, Sim was bucking his hips in time with the pumping of Reno's mouth, the tip of his cock slipping down the back of Reno's throat, his body driven wild with lust at the sensation. Reno, feeling the tightening of Sim's muscles and scrotum, massaged Sim's balls and the base of his erection, pumping his head up and down even faster.
Sim came hard, shooting heavily into Reno's mouth. Smirking, Reno swallowed most of it, allowing a little bit to dribble down his lips. Crawling up Sim's body, Reno made sure Sim's eyes were locked on his face before licking the cum off of his lips, settling on top of Sim's heaving body so that his own hardened member dug into Sim's hip, reminding him that the night was far from over.
Catching his breath a little, Sim purred and ran his slender fingers down Reno's sides. "It appears we have a slight problem." Reno lifted a brow in question, and Sim smirked. "You still have your pants on." Reno smirked back and sat up, allowing Sim to access the button on the front of his cargo pants. "No underwear?"
Reno chuckled, sliding out of the pants and tossing them to wherever they'd thrown the rest of their clothing. "Babe, underwear only gets in the way." Sim laughed at that and reached a hand down to stroke him, but Reno swatted his hand away, much like he had earlier when Reno went to undo his corset. "Uh-uh, you're not getting off that easy." Sim quickly found himself with his hands pinned above his head again, cock growing hard again as Reno caressed it.
"Reno!" Reno only smiled, ignoring him for the most part. His fingers, rough and scarred from years of fighting, stroked slowly from base to tip, pausing to roll the head in his fingertips before palming him on the way down and starting the process over. Sim groaned, shaking, as he felt his erection swell for the second time that night.
A few more strokes, and Reno decided they were ready for the next stage. Reaching into the stand at the side of the bed, he pulled out a bottle of scented oil, holding it tightly in his hands and blowing on it to get it warm. Sim watched him, fixated and panting with anticipation, and Reno smirked, uncapping the bottle and drizzling it slowly over Sim's nipples. Sim whimpered when Reno caressed them, smearing the oil around them and quickly bringing them to tautened peaks again, before drizzling the oil on his fingers, using one to slowly circle Sim's entrance.
Slowly, so slowly that it was practically torture, he pressed a finger inside, groaning a bit at how tight Sim's canal was. He thrust the finger in and out slowly a few times, before sliding a second one in to join it. He scissored them back and forth, gently, before curling them a little and thrusting again, rubbing tenderly until he found Sim's prostate. It was obvious to both when he'd found it; Sim immediately tensed and arched off the bed, crying out. Reno grinned, rubbing around the spot without touching it until Sim was a quivering mess, before he scissored his fingers a few more times and pulled them out completely.
Sim glared at him, but Reno forestalled any protests, grabbing the bottle of oil again and slowly pouring some on his own shaft. Sim licked his lips, hungrily, watching Reno stroke himself and spread the oil, and Reno dragged the moment out, knowing it was driving Sim crazy. Finally, however, he'd had enough himself, and gave Sim a light swat on the hip. "On your hands and knees, sweetheart." Sim complied readily, resting his weight on his elbows and arcing his back so that his rear end was up in the air, presenting Reno with an irresistible target.
Sim shuddered with satisfaction as Reno moved forward, smoothly inserting the head into his entrance and pumping his tip in and out of the opening, allowing some pre-cum to build up there. After doing this for a few moments, Reno suddenly thrust his hips forward, letting the pre-cum lubricate the way as he slammed his entire cock deep into Sim's ass. Sim cried out sharply in pain, and Reno paused for a moment before continuing so that Sim could adjust. A moment was all he gave, however, and he quickly pulled out all the way to the tip again and then, like before, slammed his shaft in, gripping Sim's hips and jerking them back on his cock. Sim's cry this time was mingled with pleasure as he noted the sensation of that burning, quivering shaft sliding through him and pounding in. Grinning at the pleasure in Sim's voice, Reno began thrusting rhythmically, unable to contain his own moans of ecstasy as he pounded in. By this point, Sim was beyond feeling any pain, and he cried out in time with Reno, pushing against his elbows and trying to shove himself back onto Reno's dick each time Reno thrust forward and jerked on his hips.
Sim's own cock bounced each time Reno slammed into him. Reno took one hand off of Sim's hips, where bruises in the form of fingerprints were starting to form, and closed his fist around Sim's cock, jacking it off in time with his own plunging dick. Blood rushed in their ears, and the two could barely hear their own noise as Reno fucked Sim as hard as he could.
Sim was the first to cum, shooting his load all over Reno's pillows. Reno cried out with a quick curse when he felt Sim clench around him, feeling his own body tense and tighten up. He only lasted a couple more thrusts before he too came, ejecting his seed deep inside of Sim. Rocking a few more times until they both rode out their orgasms, Reno finally allowed himself to collapse, pulling Sim down next to him in the bed.
They lay there quietly, Reno still buried deep, with his own cum dribbling slowly out from around him and dripping down Sim's thighs to land on the bedspread. He brushed Sim's hair out of the blonde's face, taking only a moment to realize that Sim had fallen asleep. He smiled, draping a leg over Sim's hip and pulling his chest close before closing his eyes as well.
'Guess I could stand having more birthday celebrations after all…' He smirked to himself before falling asleep, nose tucked gently into Sim's hair.

A/N:
I am sadly disappointed with my lemon :( As much fun as it was to write about Sim wearing lingerie, it wasn't nearly as much fun writing the actual sex scene -sigh- Where's Rude when you need him? :p Oh well, it'll get better once it's Reno and Rude later on...
Guess this chapter wasn't as short as I expected it to be, at least ;)
If my grammar usage in any place (such as my use of the word "dragged" or "snuck") bothers anyone… I'm sorry :p As always, feel free to point out any mistakes that I've made (I caught myself a couple times skipping words, and I'm sure there's spelling and spacing errors still in there somewhere...)
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