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IXI

Reno opened his door and frowned. Silver hair poured over the back of his chair. The same silver hair that he was trying to get OUT of his mind all damn day. His hand twitched by his phone and then he decided that he had a better idea -he wrote in block letters on his notepad by his phone "You are all ruining my LIFE" then he walked to Rude's door and stuck it just over the eyehole.

"Great�" He muttered to himself, crossing in front of the chair to glare at Sephiroth. "You know what, you fucking prick? I really wish I could tell you I hate your damn guts." He snapped quietly to the sleeping general. "You're so DEAD set on caving me in, aren't you?" He wasn't trying to wake Sephiroth up, his voice never raised in pitch to do that. "And I actually like that. You, therefore, are a fucking prick."

He walked up to the chair closer and bent over at the waist, looking at Sephiroth's face. "So maybe I was wrong about you and I'm sorry for that. But you won't fucking hear me admit it when you're awake."

With that Reno walked into the piano room and thought. "I'll be playing the piano tonight�" With that he picked up his violin instead.

As Reno�s footsteps retreated from the living room, the General�s eyes opened, and a small smile flickered about his mouth. Rising from the chair, he silently padded across the carpet, following the path Reno had taken. The red head was standing with his back to Sephiroth, a violin cradled in his arms; fascinated, the General leaned against the side of the entry to watch the Turk play.

The song that Reno started playing was one that Sephiroth hadn't heard before. Quiet, soulful and almost� it wasn't really sad, maybe stirring. He couldn't place the composer. All at once the music stopped and Reno pivoted with a glare. "Hello again, bane of my solitude."

�Believe it or not,� Sephiroth said quietly, �I didn�t want to come here.�

Reno levelled the violin again and played. "I know, but I can't yell at ShinRa." He closed his eyes and then stopped, abruptly opening his eyes. "Anyway�" He turned and put the violin back. "I've got plans tonight."

�Don�t let me ruin them,� Sephiroth said with a flutter of one hand. He turned and made his way back to the chair, calling over his shoulder as he did so, �I don�t plan being here for long, anyways. I�ve had enough of hiding.�

"Oh don't you fucking walk away like that, asstard." Reno snapped. "It isn't MY fault you don't have a bloody social life." He growled and stormed into the kitchen. He emerged with two dark Guinness beers. He thrust one at Sephiroth. "Does the name Nojo Harii ring a bell?"

�You know, I�m starting to get used to your pet names for me.� The General accepted the beer, eyeing it and wondering whether it would make his headache disappear or make it worse instead. In answer to Reno�s question he said, �I�ve heard it mentioned by some of my officers, I think.�

Reno growled. "You know, first I feel fuckin sorry for ya, then you become a prick again." He took a long swig of the dark beer before sighing. "Apparently Nojo's had Bambi spying on you, but she wouldn't talk to me so Tseng and Reeve are gonna have to bring her in for Scarlet to talk to."
He then looked at the clock. "You DO know not to leave here right?"
�So I�ve been told. By Reeve, and then I think Tseng, and now you. Third time�s a charm, right?� Setting the unopened beer bottle down on the nearest end table, Sephiroth closed his eyes and placed his fingers on his temples, where the throbbing was most acute. �And will there be anything left of Bambi after Scarlet�s through with her?�
Reno chuckled. "Yeah but we give Hojo leftovers." He leaned over putting his elbows on his knees. "But I gotta jet. So be fucking good alright?"
Sephiroth looked at him through narrowed eyes. �I, unlike you, don�t have a penchant for snooping through people�s apartments. You have nothing to worry about.�
Reno laughed. "Well not everyone can have my shining personality and the kitchen defends itself." He walked into the other room and snagged up his violin case. "The couch already has blankets on it, pillows are in the upstairs closet." He walked to the door and smirked. "And I am a loud drunk, fair warning."
He saluted mockingly and sauntered out the door.
Sephiroth winced as the door closed, the sound amplifying the ebb and flow of his headache. For a long time he rested his head against the back of the chair, closing his eyes and making himself relax. When the pain in his temples began to recede enough that thinking didn�t hurt, he opened his eyes and gazed around at his surroundings. He sighed after several minutes of this; he was bored. He didn�t to be trapped in here. He wanted to be � anywhere else, actually, where he didn�t feel like he was an errant child that needed to be watched every minute of every day. Except, he mused wryly, nobody was watching him now. With another sigh he stood, grabbing his unopened beer before heading towards the kitchen. Stepping into said kitchen, he was suddenly astonished that Reno had managed to find the fridge in order to get the beer. It was like � well, the mess wasn�t really comparable to anything he�d seen before. Setting the beer down on the only uncovered inch of counter space, he looked around him grimly before sliding his sleeves up to his elbows.
Two hours and four sinkfuls of water later, the kitchen was absolutely spotless. There was in fact, he�d discovered halfway through his mission, a floor and a second counter buried beneath everything. Satisfied, the General drifted back into the living room, where he was drawn to the piano. Reno�s directions upon leaving, while adamant, had been vague; not once had he said �Don�t fuck with my piano�. And so Sephiroth sank down on the polished bench and began to experiment with the keys before him. He muddled through the song Reno had taught him in Junon, and then tapped out some more elementary tunes he recalled from his younger years. When he�d tired of that he made his way to the couch, collapsing on it and stretching his long legs out. Spying a remote on the ground within reach he retrieved it; flicking on the TV he looked through channel after channel. It wasn�t long until he began to grow tired; letting the remote fall again to the floor he crossed his arms beneath his head and stared up at the ceiling. Strange, he thought drowsily, that he felt more at home here than in his own place �
Minutes later the only sound in Reno�s apartment was Sephiroth�s soft, rhythmic breathing.
IXI
Reno opened his door quietly, his eyes scanned his townhouse and then his grip wavered on his violin case. He fumbled quickly, just barely saving the instrument from a fall to the ground. The door closed silently behind him, Reno set all three locks while still staring wide eyed before him.
He had a clean kitchen.
His kitchen in fact, was a cr�me colour.
Words failed him, leaving the violin on the chair in the living room, Reno gravitated to the crisp, lemony scented clean that was his kitchen. He spun in a circle three times before rubbing his eyes and starting again.
It had been months, well since he and Sam had that falling out. Sam was a five star cook, and a good guy, and learning his boyfriend was a Turk had not been taken well. Reno'd neglected the kitchen since then as his parents never really showed him how. They couldn't exactly cook either.
He opened the fridge seven times before it dawned on him that Sephiroth had cleaned his kitchen.
"You fucking prick." Reno said softly. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Interesting seduction indeed�" He ran a finger along the shiny counter-top. "So how's this work, Sephy? You said it wasn't a game. But if I say "let's go" are you going to get bored?"
He raked a hand through red hair. Reno'd had a bit too much to drink, he'd realized angrily.
And then he realized one more thing angrily. His piano lid was up. That rat bastard touched his piano. With a glare at the white hair pouring over the couch, Reno stalked to the instrument and ran his hand very quietly over the keys. He'd played all evening, piano, even though he'd been in a violin mood.
Well, he was still in a violin mood and not tired. Reno went upstairs and put on pajama pants and then threw some wood onto his fireplace. Then he poured himself a glass of wine- not like he was GOING anywhere- propped his feet up on the table and held his violin in his lap.
Sephiroth's shirt was turned into a makeshift pillow, his arms cradled under his head. He looked almost innocent. Reno held the violin to his shoulder and started playing again. He'd almost worked out the movements, funny how he could compose better on a violin. He must get it from his father. The whole while he watched the sleeping Sephiroth for any reaction.
IXI
He was dreaming again.
About violins. As his eyes fluttered open, Sephiroth sleepily tried to reason out why, of all things, he�d be dreaming about violins. And then he realized that the sound �pleasing to his ear- hadn�t been left behind in his dream. Blinking, he turned his head to blearily focus on Reno seated in a chair across the room. The redhead was watching him and had stopped his playing; bemused, the General said in a voice that was slumber-husky, �Back so soon?�
"You cleaned my kitchen." Reno stated frankly. Still holding the violin bow, Reno downed the glass of wine as though it were beer. "You're a brave man, Seph. Brave."
�You�re welcome,� Sephiroth mumbled, eyes closing again briefly. They opened a little a moment later. �Why were you playing?�
He sat the instrument down then and surveyed Sephiroth before itching his bare chest. Rising to his feet, Reno edged around to the couch and while Sephiroth was still a little sluggish from sleep he fell forward, his hand at Sephiroth's throat and his mouth covering the other man's in an almost violent kiss. His teeth grazed over the side of Sephiroth's neck before he moved back to the chair and picked the violin back up to try to work out the song.
"Cause I can." Came the response and then the music started again.
The General was now more than awake; he could taste the remnants of liquor passed on to him by Reno. Wide-eyed, incredulous, he watched as Reno resumed playing. He said loudly over the music, �You�re drunk.�
Reno, he realized, was not playing a song that was written. He was making it up. When he stopped again he smirked at Sephiroth. "Tipsy's the word. I'm debating going headlong to drunk but I wanted to get that out of my system first."
�Ah. And after you�re completely drunk?�
Reno shrugged. "Still debating, if you want to join me, you've got a game of catch-up to play, let me tell you."
�Do tell.� Sephiroth, still lying on his back, was clearly interested in hearing what further Reno had to say.
Reno rolled his eyes and crossed back to his kitchen, well aware that getting drunk with Sephiroth would probably be regrettable, and he really didn't give three shits at this point. He dug out a bottle of Everclear and mixed up two drinks. Reno made sure his wasn't as bad as Sephiroth's though he doubted he'd be getting the silver haired man nearly drunk as he was going to be.
It was something Tseng had showed him how to make, a Wutain Sky-Light. He made an extra effort to put things away before taking the glasses out and sitting one at Sephiroth's side. "A bunch of musicians get together and drink and play and drink more. Not much else to tell."
He sipped his drink and smirked. "Why do you want to know?"
�Mere curiosity,� replied the General, inching upwards until he was half-sitting, half-lying down; he still managed to be sprawled across the entire couch. He picked up the drink Reno had left for him and eyed it; after sniffing it experimentally he took a drink and found that it was rather palatable. �It takes a lot to get me drunk. Side-effect of my genetic manipulation and all that.�
"I gathered, I don't know if I was born to be a drunk or if the whole Turk process did something, but eh, what the hell do I care really?" Once again, Reno started playing, this time from the beginning, this time he played the piece through, not stumbling over any lines.
He sat the instrument down then, replacing it before turning to watch the fire. He continued to glance at Sephiroth. "That's a bed ya know?"
�Yes, I recall you mentioning that earlier. This is comfortable as it is, though.� The General knocked back the rest of his drink and set the glass down. �What kind of drink was that?�
"Wutain Sky-Light" Reno responded, taking Sephiroth's glass and walking back into the kitchen where he made another. "Oh and ya touched my piano, jackass." He sat the glass before Sephiroth and sipped at his own. Then he shook his head and sat the glass back down, muttering a curse and he patted his pants twice before realizing his pajama bottoms didn't have pockets. He crossed back to his jacket to get his cigarettes.
�You didn�t tell me not to touch it,� Sephiroth said, swirling the glass so that the liquid inside sloshed around. �And it�s not like I harmed it. I was merely practicing what little I know.�
Reno plopped next to Sephiroth then, blue eyes narrowed. "Just can't keep your hands to yourself can you?"
Sephiroth eyed Reno for a long moment before downing his drink, and as he set the empty glass on the end table he said. �Yes, I can. I�m doing it now, aren�t I?�
"Well right now you don't have anything tempting you to misbehave." Reno was thoughtful for a moment. "So, keep your hands to yourself." He leaned forward then, and brushed his lips with Sephiroth's. Once, twice and then slightly firmer, the only thing that touched other than their lips was a small piece of Reno's hair that slid along Sephiroth's nose and cheek. He wasn't backing away and he continued to slowly press his lips against Sephiroth's.
The General�s hands were, respectively, clamped onto the arm of the couch and fisted in his lap. What he really wanted to do was forcefully divest the Turk of his clothing and then indulge in what promised to be gloriously violent and spectacular sex. Remembering Reno�s words, however, gave the General restraint he needed. When Reno drew back only slightly, Sephiroth whispered, �And if I don�t?�
"Well then, you'd loose that self control you so much pride yourself on, wouldn't you?" Once again Reno leaned forward, now his shoulder brushed up against Sephiroth along with his lips.
When Reno pulled away again, Sephiroth�s breathing had quickened considerably. He wet his lips, never taking his eyes from the Turk�s. �And if I behave myself?�
"I�ll have to try harder, I suppose." Was the smug response.
�Careful, Turk,� Sephiroth cautioned softly, and there was a gleam in his eyes that hinted at how close he was to losing control. �Are you willing to accept the consequences to your � actions � if you continue this?�
"And what-" another kiss "-would those be?" His tongue flicked out then, lightly over Sephiroth's lips.
The General leaned closer abruptly, until the only thing separating them was their clothing. He made no move to catch hold of Reno, however; instead he said, �Do you really want to know?�
Reno let out a little laugh and his hand twitched slightly, as if he wanted to lift it. "Maybe, I want to see how far I can push you."
�Then by all means,� Sephiroth breathed, and his mouth gently brushed Reno�s with the words, �Continue.�
Reno snickered, his mouth slid to Sephiroth's jaw then, nipping at his ear and then his neck. Still not touching, aside from when he breathed in, a slight brushing of fabric.
Sephiroth turned his face into Reno�s, eyes fairly glowing. He opened his mouth to say something but evidently thought better of it, instead suddenly twining his fingers into the stray lengths of Reno�s hair. Instead of pulling Reno closer, instead of forcing the Turk to submit to his superior strength, he simply waited. His hold wasn�t cruel, but nor was it meek; he waited simply to see what how Reno would react.
Blue eyes darted to the side as if he could see the hand, but other than that, he didn't acknowledge the other's hold on his hair. Teeth scraped along Sephiroth's lower lip then, softly before Reno's tongue slid over the spot. And again teeth, finally working Sephiroth's lips apart.
The General remained complacent; only the thunder of his rapidly beating heart and the hitch in his breathing revealed how affected he was by Reno�s teasing. As Reno withdrew slightly to manouever Sephiroth darted forward to nip at the pulse in the Turk�s neck. He fell back before Reno could issue a reprimand, but didn�t disentangle his fingers from the red hair they held.
"Hey," Reno breathed into his ear. "You aren't exactly behaving." His teeth tugged on Sephiroth's earlobe for a second before he bit down on the faint bruise still on Sephiroth's neck. His hand moved then, fisting in the other man's hair. He pulled back forcefully, but slowly, nose running up the front of Sephiroth's throat. Despite the new proximity, their bodies never came into contact.
�Neither,� Sephiroth half-panted, half-sighed, �are you.� Rather than tug Reno�s head down to his level he raised his head to run a warm tongue along the line of the Turk�s neck. He retraced his path with his lips, running them in a feathery trail from jawbone to the pulse point in Reno�s throat.
Reno growled, and then lunged forward. Had he been expecting it, Sephiroth wouldn't have found himself in the position that he was currently. Arms above his head and Reno crouched over his chest. "No one told me not to touch."
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