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Caution: Unbeta�d but
still readable. Also, there is some heterosexual smuttiness but endure, for it
will be replaced with yaoi later.

Shattered Boundaries : Part VII

Forgive Me, My Weakness

His hand hovered over the
phone for several moments as he contemplated whether or not he should even pick
up the receiver. He couldn�t help the guilt that clawed at his belly either,
and it was that emotion that kept his hand ridiculously hanging in the air over
said telephone. But he knew that he had to, knew that he really didn�t have any
choice unless he wanted to throw everything away.

Apparently, �until the
morning comes� was not a good method for solving problems of the romantic
persuasion.

Because when Reeve woke up
the next morning, Reno was still asleep. And when Reeve took a shower, he came
out of his bathroom to find Rude sitting on his couch and watching some cartoon
about kids playing with trading cards. In his usual manner, the Turk had
explained that Reno had been called for a brief mission and had to leave a
little earlier than expected.

Which meant that Reeve
hadn�t been able to have the little talk that he had planned. So was he
hovering over the phone with the intention of calling Reno? If only the world
worked that way.

Reeve sighed and rubbed a
finger over his forehead before finally telling himself to suck it up. He
couldn�t continue to pussyfoot around. He picked up the phone, each beep
ringing like an obnoxious bell in his ear. On the other side of his desk, Rude
stood patiently at the window, staring out it almost as if he expected a
terrorist to suddenly plaster itself against the glass fifty floors up. Maybe
he was bored.

Anyways, back to the phone.

It wasn�t so much that Reeve
wanted to speak to her, or even see her, he noted to himself as he listened to
the first ring of the phone. It wasn�t that he didn�t like Reno or that he
hadn�t liked sex with Reno. No, it was quite the contrary. The problem was in
himself, in his future, in the likelihood that there was or ever would be
anything more than just lust and sex between he and the younger boy.

There were too many factors
and Reeve had been raised a practical man. He knew that their relationship
wouldn�t be accepted by anyone around them. Not ShinRa, not Reeve�s family, no
one. Besides, he had responsibilities to marry and produce heirs and generally
be the successful Tuesti his parents wanted him to be. And on some small level,
his pride was suffering a loss as well.

He wanted to believe that he
still found women attractive and that, above all, he was still a man. Because
giving in to Reno and finding himself on the bottom was not something he had
expected to happen last night, or any other night. And though it was selfish of
him to use her for this purpose, he felt justified because she had done her
best to annoy the shit out of him during their entire relationship.

She finally picked up after
the fourth ring. �Tousen residence,� came the cheerful tone, reverberating
through the speaker.

Reeve winced and bit back a
sigh. �Good afternoon, Cameron,� he greeted as pleasantly as he was capable.
�Are you busy today?�

�Reeve!� She practically
squealed and he imagined that she was jumping up and down, clapping her hands
in joy. �It feels like we have been separated for far too long, darling. I will
clear my schedule if need be.�

His eyes darted to the
calendar, even though he already had his schedule memorized. �I�m leaving work
early today,� he told her as if he had it planned all along, even though it was
mostly a split-second decision. �Would you mind if I stopped by?�

She might have been annoying
but Cameron wasn�t stupid. He only hoped that she got the obvious innuendo in
his words.

He only half-listened as
Cameron squealed in his ear, babbling out her current location so he could pick
her up. He assumed she would send her personal driver home. Some small part of
him felt smart to point out that denying it and running away was the coward�s
way out. It was true, in a way, but Reeve ignored his conscience nonetheless.
It was the only way, the only true path he could follow.

The tryst with Reno was
something that simply couldn�t be and he was out to prove it.�

�When will I see you,
Reeve?� Cameron asked, her voice instantly distracting him and pulling him from
his thoughts.

He blinked, eyes shifting to
the clock on the computer. A little after lunch time. Hell, it wasn�t as if he
had gotten any work done anyways. The papers and the plans would still be there
tomorrow. Reeve sighed, rubbing his forehead with his fingers and hating the
subtle migraine that was beginning to build. When had his life gotten so damn
complicated?

�I could come now,� he
suggested, knowing it would literally thrill her to death.

True enough, she practically
purred in his ear, using the same cultured tone as always. He found himself
missing Reno�s lazy drawl and dropped language before he even knew what he was
thinking. �That would be perfect,� she cooed. �I�ll go ahead and send Thaddeus
home now.� She sighed, a breathy moan that reminded him of the last time they
had actually been together. His pants tightened in a comfortably familiar way.
At least, he wasn�t gay... completely.

�Oh, Reeve, I am so happy
that I get to see you.�

The sincerity in her tone
was enough to make him wince with guilt. He could never quite be sure about
Cameron when it came to feelings because she was so damn good at hiding them,
much like most members of high society. Yet, another reason Reeve never really
fit in.

He wasn�t sure what to say
to her so he settled for pretending he hadn�t heard her last comment. He seemed
to be getting pretty good at deluding himself lately. �I will be there
shortly,� he promised.

They said their goodbyes and
a few moments later, he was returning the phone to the hook, not ever realizing
that he had been grasping the receiver with an almost death-grip. He released a
slightly tense breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he rubbed at his
forehead again. It was beginning to be a habit. Now he understood why Tseng
pinched the bridge of his nose so often.

A subtle shift on the edge
of his senses reminded him that his Turk bodyguard was still present. Rude must
have recently returned from a brief scout around the premises. He had to admit,
Tseng trained his Turks well. Not that Reeve felt he needed a bodyguard.

�Are you required to
accompany me everywhere?� Reeve questioned without looking up, briefly glancing
over the unfinished work scattered haphazardly across his desk.

�Yes, sir.�

That brought a smile to his
lips. He raised his gaze, shooting Rude a bemused look. �You�ve been working
with me too long for formalities, Rude.�

The bald man tilted his
head. �Yes, sir.�

Well, at least one thing was
a steady constant in Reeve�s suddenly tilted and dazed world. Shaking his head,
the executive began gathering up the work he planned to take home and shutting
down his computer.

�I am calling it an early
day,� he explained. �Then I am picking up Cameron at the Plaza.� The brief
thought that Rude was Reno�s partner flashed through his mind, but he shook it
off. He didn�t believe that the two were that close.

�I go where you go,� Rude
commented. �Though the Plaza is much too public. Boss won�t be happy.�

The executive stood,
clicking his briefcase shut. �It is not necessary to detail everything to
Tseng,� he replied, almost teasingly. �At least, not until later.�

Rude nodded, and for a
moment Reeve thought he almost detected a smile tugging at the corner of the
stoic man�s mouth. But then it quickly passed and he was back to the same.
Still, he was determined to see some sort of emotion on the man�s face. Why, he
didn�t know.

He rounded the side of his
desk, briefcase clasped firmly in hand. �Let�s head to the Plaza then,� he
suggested. �We don�t want to keep Cameron waiting any longer than necessary.�

Rude merely inclined his
head in response.

-�� -�� -�� -

She had smiled brightly when
saw him, and immediately latched onto his side, entangling their fingers
together as she drug him around the Plaza. Reeve felt mildly sorry for Rude as
the Turk was forced to follow him around at a fair distance and he seemed
distinctly out of place in the overly priced shopping center. Cameron didn�t seem
to mind his bodyguard all too terribly, simply pleased to be with Reeve once
again.

After an hour of dragging
him around where they did very little but window shop and speak of nonsense
things that Reeve more or less let in one ear and out the other, Cameron
finally suggested they return to her apartment. Reeve wasn�t enough of a man to
say no, especially when he caught a familiar gleam in her eyes. He hadn�t
really expected much of a struggle from her anyways.

The thought that his guilt
before the deed meant that he shouldn�t go through with it had crossed his mind
at some point. Flashes of bright red hair and lust-glazed aquamarine eyes kept
him firmly on edge. But he merely set his jaw and sent Cameron his most
charming smile, convinced that it was the better course for all of them. After
all, Cameron was attractive and exactly the kind of woman his parents wanted
him to marry.

And while it sounded
shallow, it was the woman part that was most important to him. He had to admit
that a bit of his masculine pride had been torn to shreds the night before, not
that he was exactly the epitome of manliness before. His pores didn�t exactly
exude testosterone. Not in the same way someone like Rude or Ken or Maki did.

Either way, with a woman, it
was highly unlikely he would face the problem of who inserted what
where. And Cameron was more than happy to accept his advances, sighing softly
into his kisses and letting him take the lead. While it wasn�t exactly proper
for them to be making out before they even made it to the bedroom, this far
from the reaching claws of their parents, decorum lost its slight edge. Cameron
still clung to her cultured tone, Reeve couldn�t shake his proper manners and
upbringing, but they rebelled in their small ways, even if Cameron wasn�t
intentionally doing so.

He supposed he should have
been embarrassed from the way he was acting, but it was actually the farthest
thing from his mind. He was vaguely aware of the fact that Rude had been
trailing along somewhere behind them, and was now probably presently sitting in
the living room with the television on. But Reeve pushed all thoughts of that
out of his mind and concentrated on the task in front of him.

Cameron was soft lines and
satin skin, like a woman should be, and he contented himself with rubbing his
hands along her flesh. She arched and cooed and sighed in his touch, murmuring
words of encouragement. He nibbled on her neck, traced his tongue along the
outline of her collarbone and every echo of a moan in her throat made him harder.

But it wasn�t there, he
noticed. That obsessive, maddening desire that had spurred his lusts the night
before was missing. While he was attracted to Cameron and her looks were enough
to make him aroused, it just wasn�t the same.�

She tasted sweet to his
lips, like honey or cotton candy, nothing like the harsh flavor of cigarettes
and something manly that he had come to accustom with Reno. And her lips were
pliant beneath his, opening up to him without fighting for dominance. He swept
inside her mouth and she accepted his plundering, wriggling enticingly beneath
him. Her skin was a perfect contrast to the silk of her sheets and she was
beautiful, which was what had attracted him to her in the first place.

He buried one of his hands
in her hair, tangling his fingers in long golden strands and tilting her head
back for better access. His tongue roamed unceasingly over her throat and she
practically purred, her back arching beneath him. It felt nice, this control,
but it was startlingly different from the lust that had overwhelmed him. He
found himself missing red hair before violently pushing that aside and
wandering lower on her body.

It was women he wanted. The
sweet and soft taste of Cameron�s skin, unmarred by life and battles. His lips
unerringly found a nipple and he gently sucked and nibbled, ears catching each
cry of encouragement. The warmth of her body beneath him was a pleasant and
balmy sensation, but it was nothing like an all-consuming heat that made him
feel like he was exploding. His blood pumped through his veins, throbbed in his
cock and he wanted her, he did. But he couldn�t help but compare, like some
sort of penance in the back of his mind.

When he sank deep inside of
her, she easily accepted his thrusts, her channel already slick with her
juices. She was so very hot and he shuddered with the sheer joy of the
sensation. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders as she pulled him down
towards her and they shared a lazy kiss. It was a steady rhythm, lacking in
intensity, but enjoyable nonetheless.

She was beautiful, a light
flush breaking across the bridge of her nose and atop her cheekbones. Her eyes
shone and yet, a part of him was wishing that they were a bit bluer, and that
they burned with lust and desire. That they hungered, because that was
simply the best word that he could think of when it came to Reno. The boy
hungered for more of everything.

Cameron writhed and sighed,
her fingers pressing against his skin and he nibbled on one of her earlobes,
shifting his angle of penetration. She arched her back, her hips sliding into
an erratic rhythm and he could feel the blood throbbing in his veins. A
familiar burn began to pool in his belly and he dipped his head, sliding his
tongue along her neck before returning to her lips.

She gripped him all the
tighter. He thought that this was how it was supposed to be; at least, for
someone like him. His parents would be pleased.

She hit her peak first,
clenching and cooing around him in such an erotic way that he had no choice but
to be pulled along into his own orgasm. Their bodies slick with sweat, breaths
coming out in uneven pants, he collapsed beside her. She immediately turned,
nuzzling into his arms and he automatically held her. She was saying something
that he wasn�t even hearing and he was wondering why everything felt so empty,
why he couldn�t seem to hold onto his sanity anymore.

He wondered why his release
had felt so hollow and why he couldn�t just be satisfied with her. Cameron was
attractive and the right age and obviously interested in him, but Reeve still
didn�t want to date her. He was lying in her bed, holding her in his arms,
having just ravished her completely, and the only thing he could think of was
how Reno would react. Or how different it would have been if it had been Reno
in the first place and he had never called Cameron at all.

Guilt clenched, hitting him
with the force of a jackhammer and he nearly recoiled from the ghost sensation.

Cameron murmured something;
he didn�t pay her much attention. Words were roaring in his ears, his own lies
to himself and how he kept trying to convince himself of things that weren�t
true. He was a coward, when it came down to it. And his desperate need to
please everyone around him left him with nothing in the end, didn�t it?

He realized with sudden
clarity, that calling Cameron had been pure desperation after all. One last
frantic chance to cling to the familiar, to find what he had had before Reno
turned his life upside down. Maybe it was predestined, maybe it was fate, or
maybe he was lying to himself all over again, but he was beginning to believe
he had been lost from the moment he had caught an aquamarine stare from across
the lobby over two years ago.

�Reeve?�

He stirred from his musings,
finally realizing that Cameron had been talking to him. �Hmm?� he questioned
distractedly.

�Will you be staying
tonight?� It was an honest question and really, she deserved an honest answer.

He shouldn�t have done this.

�No,� he responded quietly,
trying to soften the blow of his leaving with a gentle stroke down her bare
back. She shivered. �I didn�t get much work done at the office, so I have to
catch up at home.�

�Okay,� Cameron murmured as
he gently extracted himself from her limbs and rose from the bed, gathering up his
clothes. �Call me later?�

He snapped his belt buckle
closed. �Of course,� he assured her. It wasn�t a lie, at least. He would call
her, even if he didn�t know what to say.

�Talk to you later, then,�
she called back to him with a gentle yawn, immediately covered up with a dainty
hand. He knew she was preparing to take a nap and would probably get up later.
It was the weekend and Cameron rather enjoyed going dancing and such with her
girlfriends.

He didn�t reply to her,
already slipping from the room. He had plans to head home, guilt already
settling inside his chest as he wondered what he would tell Reno. Not that they
had made any promises, but he couldn�t shake the feeling that he had betrayed
his betrothed or something similar. Maybe it was because he had been betraying
himself by denying what he really wanted.

Either way, Reeve knew what
he wanted now. And while Cameron was everything his family wanted, she wasn�t
what he wanted.

-�� -�� -�� -

The grin on Reno�s face was enough to make the uneasiness curdle in Reeve�s
belly all over again. He rose from his position on the couch, taking in the
younger man�s swagger and swallowed thickly. He felt like the biggest asshole
on the face of Gaia and wouldn�t be surprised if he ended up getting punched. He
probably would have deserved it.

�Miss me?� the Turk joked as
he tapped his Electro Rod on his shoulder. His grin faltered; however, when he
caught the look on Reeve�s face and he immediately sobered, eyes flickering to
the dark form of his partner already slipping out of the door. Suspicion
shadowed his features as he came to an abrupt halt, just inside the doorway to
the living room.

Reno frowned, dropping his
arm and allowing the Electro Rod to dangle from one wrist. �So it was true,� he
stated flatly, voice sounding strangely hollow.

The executive couldn�t help
but gape at the blunt statement. �What?� he managed, hating how strangled his
voice sounded. �How did you...?�

The Turk shook his head, the
look in his eyes darkening further as his frown deepened. �We almost got the
bastards today. Tseng tried to call ya but couldn�t get through so he called
Rude, yo.� Reno�s gaze shifted away seemingly locked on some unknown object.
�Rude let us know ya were �occupied�.�

Reeve stepped forward,
hating the large distance that was between them. He feared Reno would leave.
�It�s not what you think--� But he was cut off before he could even finish.

�Then you didn�t fuck her,�
Reno stated bluntly, wasting no time with mincing words.

The executive flinched. �No,
I did. But that�s not the--�

�You fucked her,� Reno
repeated brusquely, again interrupting the other male. His Electro Rod began to
tap restlessly against his shoulder and it made Reeve want to think that he was
suddenly looking for a way out.�

Reeve winced at the abrupt
statement. �It�s not like we made any promises to each other, Reno,� he
responded quietly, looking at the floor because he knew he couldn�t look into
those aquamarine eyes without being consumed by his own guilt.

�I tho�t after last night
things was different!� The Turk countered, his voice sharp and cold. �But I see
I was nothin� but a fool from da beginnin�. I�m such an idiot.� He paused, his
own disgust with himself plainly evident in his tone and causing Reeve to jerk
his head up in surprise, finding that Reno was staring at the floor, face
flushed with anger.

�I shoulda known it was one
way,� he spat, turning on his heels with an angry clip to his step.

�That�s not what I�m trying
to say!� Reeve argued, darting forward quickly and grabbing hold of the Turk�s
arm. He had no illusions about being strong enough to keep Reno from leaving
but if he could just delay him for a moment...

Reno�s shoulders tensed as
he jerked his arm free. �Isn�t it?� he accused without bothering to turn
around. �Isn�t that why you did it without even tryin� to hide it? To prove
your straightness and don�t want nothin� to do wit� me? Well, I ain�t stickin�
around ta be rejected like that.� He flipped his hand at Reeve with a very
coarse gesture as he started forward once more, an angry set to his movements.

The executive growled. �You
stubborn, stupid...� Words failing him, he trailed off and without thinking, he
darted forward. He grabbed the departing Turk�s arm and jerked him backwards,
the surprise enough to cause Reno to stumble in shock.

�You never listen!� Reeve
hissed as he forced the other man to turn around and slammed him up against the
hall wall, nearly knocking down one of the pictures that he never really liked
anyways.

Aquamarine eyes widened but
before Reno could say a word, Reeve was kissing him, thrusting his tongue into
the younger man�s mouth and leaving him with little say otherwise. It was
desperate and needy, deep as it overflowed with every emotion that Reeve was
struggling to convey and all the insecurity he couldn�t seem to overcome. He
had something to say, something to prove and it seemed his words were no longer
working. But the stroke of his tongue over the other man�s, the press of his
fingers into Reno�s bony shoulders as he shoved him against the wall, spoke
more volumes than any of his cultured training from those expensive tutors.

Reno didn�t even struggle
beneath him, opening up his mouth almost immediately to accept the affection as
his eyes fluttered shut. The silent submission was enough to make Reeve�s own
pulse race and he frantically deepened the kiss, almost biting on the younger
man�s bottom lip in his efforts. There was a clatter as the Electro Rod tumbled
to the floor, but Reeve didn�t particularly pay it any mind.

He kissed Reno until time
lost its meaning, until they were both so desperate for air that he could feel
the burning in his lungs. And it was there! That need, that burning desire that
was missing with Cameron. The night before hadn�t been a fluke, he realized. He
did want Reno, and now he understood, no one else would do.

With the lingering flavor of
Reno�s blood on his lips, he had kissed him that hard, Reeve pulled away. He
captured that aquamarine gaze quickly. �I didn�t hide it because I wasn�t going
to lie,� he explained, words finally coming easy to him since they were the
truth. �Being with her made me realize that I want to be with you.�

Reno�s eyes widened and he
seemed genuinely shocked. He had been prepared for Reeve to tell him that was
the one last kiss. �W... what?�

The executive turned and
rubbed his forehead, a brief blush taking over his features. �I thought about
you the entire time and I compared everything she did to you.� That amusing
flush spread further across his cheeks. �In the end, I left without providing
any sort of real explanation.�

�You�re not joking,� Reno
stated, though it came out as more of a question as he regarded the executive
somewhat suspiciously.

Reeve shook his head. �I
don�t know why from the moment I saw you, I have been unable to get you out of
my head.� He shook his head and turned away, still talking as if he needed to
pace. �I didn�t know what to do with it at first. Hell, I still don�t but
dammit, you made me gay!�

He whirled on his heels,
pointing an accusatory finger at the Turk�s head. �It�s the hair, I swear it.
Or maybe your eyes. Or something, I don�t know. But you made me gay! I was
perfectly fine with women until I met you.�

�No, you weren�t.� Reno
commented, quietly and Reeve faltered. �Admit it,� he continued. �Otherwise you
would be married by now. Did you even like any of them?�

Reeve�s mouth clamped shut
as he considered the Turk�s words. Before Cameron, there had been a string of
other women, all of them insubstantial and his relationships never lasted long.
And though he had been with Cameron for several years, he never really liked
her. She was convenient.

He shook his head. �No, I
suppose not. I put my job before everything... up until now.�

�Up until me.�

Reeve nodded. �Yes. I cannot
explain it, and I am not going to even begin to try.� He stepped towards the
Turk. �But I want this. I want you.� He grabbed the Turk�s suit jacked and
jerked Reno towards him with little ceremony, sealing their lips together once
more.

The Turk didn�t protest in
the slightest as Reeve pushed him against the wall, devouring his mouth and
jabbing his tongue inside. Reno�s hands came up, gripping tightly to the
executive�s arms and yanking Reeve against him, so that the other man could feel
the arousal straining within his slacks.

Reeve moaned and buried one
of his hands in the choppy, red strands. He tightened his fingers, pulling
Reno�s head back with little ceremony as he worked his other hand between their
bodies. It was his first time actually initiating anything and he had to admit,
that feeling of domination that he had felt with Cameron, was ten-fold with
Reno pressed to the wall. Nimble fingers worked at the Turk�s pants and with a
pop, the other man�s cock sprang free.

�Do you ever wear
underwear?� he murmured, half-jokingly as his lips left Reno�s mouth, trailing
nibbling kisses along a pale throat that was just begging to be marked. Flashes
of the night before struck him and he went with his instincts, dragging a
canine along Reno�s flesh.

The Turk shivered,
especially when uncalloused hands wrapped around his arousal, giving him one
firm stroke. At least in this, Reeve needed no teaching. It was not unlike
masturbation.

�Not if I can help it,� Reno
responded, his smirk ending abruptly when Reeve bit down lightly on his neck
and a groan escaped his mouth.

�I knew it,� Reno muttered.
�You�ve got kinks, don�t ya?�

Reeve didn�t answer, too
absorbed with the feeling of his fingers on a cock that wasn�t his own. Reno
was not as thick as him, but definitely longer, and the flesh of his manhood
was silky soft as well as incredibly heated. It didn�t feel wrong in the
slightest, and he found that every sound Reno made only caused Reeve�s own
erection to worsen, straining desperately in his pants and wetting the fabric
of his boxers. He stroked his fingers over Reno�s sex, the gasp the action
ensued driving him to do more.

Reno�s hands slid between
their bodies and started making short work of the buttons on Reeve�s dress
shirt. Pushing aside the white fabric, he fanned his hands over the executive�s
chest, a moan escaping his mouth as Reeve�s fingers explored his cock. A thumb
rubbed across the leaking slit and his hips bucked forward helplessly, seeking
more of the teasing touch.

�Reeve,� Reno purred,
drawing out the symbols of the executive�s name as he arched his back. �Quit
teasing,� he pleaded, running his hands down Reeve�s sides. The older man
shivered as he chuckled lightly, loving the almost begging tone to the other man�s
voice.

He dipped his head down,
tracing a tongue over the line of Reno�s collarbone before returning his
nibbles to the Turk�s ear. He tightened his fingers around Reno�s cock and
began to stroke him in earnest, curling his tongue around the outer shell of
Reno�s ear. The Turk shivered and thrust his hips forward, hands tightening in
their grip around Reeve�s waist.

Reno could already feel his
orgasm building his belly, even if it did seem very quick. Just the very
thought that not only had Reeve initiated the sexual touch, but it was Reeve
doing it was making him hot all over. The executive�s hand was moving just
perfectly over his cock and every time Reeve�s teeth sank into his skin, he
shuddered inside, fire flashing through his veins.

�You told me last time that
you were going to make me moan and pant and scream your name,� Reeve murmured
huskily, his voice sending shivers down the Turk�s spine as warm breath washed
over his ear. �This time, I want to hear you scream mine,� he continued, fingers
unrelenting in their hold of the younger man�s hair.

�Fuck,� Reno moaned, his
head falling back against the wall with a thunk as he panted. Once held back,
it seemed Reeve had finally thrown all caution to the wind.

Reeve smirked. �That�s not
my name,� he reprimanded, biting down on the hollow of Reno�s throat and
leaving a wonderful little, red mark behind. Fingers curled against the
executive�s waist, digging into his skin but he didn�t mind it in the
slightest. He could tell by Reno�s hitched breath that the boy was getting
close, a very becoming cherry flush spreading across his face.

�Reeeeeeeve.� It was a long
drawn out moan.

�Much better.� Reeve took
that opportunity to kiss his lover, aggressively sliding his tongue inside the
Turk�s mouth as he tightened his hold on the other man�s cock, rubbing a
teasing thumb over his head.

Reno moaned against the
forceful kiss and shuddered, spilling himself into Reeve�s hand with very
little ceremony. Warmth splashed all over the executive�s palm but he couldn�t
find it in him to care, every little sound escaping from Reno�s mouth so
incredibly arousing that his own manhood strained painfully in his pants.

�Are you sure you�ve not
been gay �for, yo?� Reno questioned as Reeve ended the kiss.

Amber eyes regarded him
strangely before turning his attention to the clear milky fluid that now coated
his hand. Insanely curious, and knowing he�d probably have to get used to the
taste later, he tentatively stuck out his tongue and tasted Reno�s seed. He
rolled the flavor around in his mouth. It was bitter, slightly warm, but not
altogether unpleasant.

�Damn.� Reno growled, one
hand snaking up and grabbing Reeve�s hand while he was still considering the
flavor. �Do you have any idea how fuckin� hot that was?� he questioned
rhetorically.

The older man�s eyes turned
to him questioningly but Reno took that moment to draw the soiled appendage
towards his mouth, licking his fingers clean in quick, sure strokes. �Gah...�
Reeve gasped, the warm tongue moving over his skin doing much to his libido.
And Reno was right. It was hot.

He pressed up against the
Turk, shoving him against the wall while Reno continued to lick his hand clean,
grinding his neglected arousal against his younger lover while Reno�s pants
sagged around his hips.

�I have to have you,� the
Turk insisted, suddenly surging forwards and turning the tide completely
around. Reeve was shoved against the opposite wall, his mouth being completely
devoured by a hungry Turk tongue. He moaned as Reno�s hands started plucking at
his clothes, shoving his jacket and shirt off of him with little grandeur.�

The Turk ground their hips
together, and Reeve was pleased to find that the younger man was half-hard
again already. The kiss refused to end as Reno slowly directed them down the
hall, both men shedding clothes like snakes until they were stumbling into
Reeve�s bedroom and falling across the overly large bed, completely nude.
Reno�s hands pinned Reeve�s arms above his head as he mercilessly devoured the
older man�s mouth while Reeve�s head was spinning from the onslaught of
stimulation.

This was what he had been
searching for, his way to break away. He couldn�t explain it but he simply knew
it without a doubt.

That warm mouth left his
lips, not without protest from the executive, but then it began to work its way
down. Reeve�s cock twitched in anticipation, remembering what happened the last
time, those very same lips had traveled the same path. He panted, skin already
slick with sweat as a tongue traced a line down his chest, stopping to nibble
at a nipple before continuing.

�You�re torturing me,� he
groaned, arching his hips forward as he was desperate for friction, any type of
friction at all.

Reno chuckled, his teeth
leaving a little mark on the soft flesh of the older man�s belly. �A bit
impatient?� he questioned rhetorically.

Reeve growled, hands curling
into fists as they were finally released. �You -- nnghhhhh.� Anything he might
have thought to say drowned in a blaze of hot white fire as his cock was
suddenly engulfed in flaming, wet heat. Reno took him down to the hilt on the
first pass and he bucked upwards into the warmth, only to pout when he realized
hands were holding his hips into place.

�Reeeee�nnnghh.� He really
tried to say the younger boy�s name, but Reno had chosen that moment to swipe
his tongue over the executive�s member and he desperately wanted to thrust but
couldn�t. His hands, desperate for something to cling to, buried themselves in
bright red hair as he panted.

Fire, fierce and consuming,
was pooling in his belly. One of Reno�s hands left his hips, not that he
stopped restraining Reeve�s movements in the slightest. Before Reeve could even
ponder the loss, he heard the familiar sound of something popping open. Then a
finger, cool and slick pressed against his entrance and he unconsciously spread
his legs further.

Reno�s jaw worked him
mercilessly, and Reeve could do nothing more than pant and groan as his limbs
trembled and his veins throbbed with arousal. The other man�s finger slid
inside of him, and his body automatically reacted, remembering the sheer
pleasure of the night before. His muscles clenched around the invader, but Reno
merely added yet another finger, curling the digits until they brushed
something electric inside of Reeve.

He groaned, hips jerking
restlessly as unrelenting pleasure zinged through his body. Reno�s mouth took
him deeper, the head of his cock pressed against the younger boy�s throat as he
swallowed him down. Another finger joined the other two, rubbing and
stimulating his prostate persistently. His muscles shook as his fingers
clenched and a cry escaped his lips before he could stop it.

Reno�s tongue scraped over the head of his arousal in the same moment that his
fingers brushed over Reeve�s prostate and the executive could no longer hold
back. His orgasm crested over him and he spilled himself inside Reno�s mouth
and down the younger boy�s throat. Reno swallowed him eagerly, his wet mouth
riding out every bit of Reeve�s orgasm down to the last tremor.

The executive panted as he
collapsed back against the sheets, sweat sticking to his skin and his limbs
feeling like jelly. Reno let his softening organ slip from his mouth, but that
didn�t stop him from settling between Reeve�s legs, his hands gripping the
other man�s thighs as he shifted forward. The younger man was hard all over
again, and had already slickened his cock with lube, and was now desperate to
be inside of Reeve.

He leaned over, letting the
head of his arousal sit at Reeve�s entrance as he pressed his lips to the
panting executive�s. The kiss was hungry and demanding as he shared with Reeve
the taste of his own seed. It was an erotic action that Reeve had never
actually done before and he groaned, hands grasping tightly to the younger
man�s arms.

Despite having just come, he
could already feel the heat building inside of him once more. He wanted Reno
with an intensity that startled him, almost as if he were a teenager once more.

Reno nibbled on his bottom
lip before pulling back, nudging Reeve�s entrance with the head of his cock.
�I�m going to take you,� he intoned, dipping his head and scraping his teeth
over Reeve�s collar bone. �I�m going to press myself deep inside of you and
make you scream.�

Reeve shuddered, his sated organ already beginning to rise as it twitched at
Reno�s erotic words. �Gods,� he moaned, hands clenching tightly as his
fingernails left crescent shaped marks in the other man�s flesh. �How do you do
that?�

The Turk smirked. �A special
talent, yo,� he responded and then with a sudden thrust, he shifted forward,
burying himself deep inside of the executive.

Reeve�s back arched as his
body accepted the intrusion, his muscles clenching and unclenching around the
invader. The feeling of being full overwhelmed him as it always did.

�Shiiiit,� Reno breathed,
drawing out the syllables as he sat back on his heels, slipping his hands under
Reeve�s ass and kneading the tanned globes of flesh he found there. He began a
lazy rhythm, pulling out nearly to the head before pumping all the way inside,
filling him deep and throbbing each time.

�Ya have the perfect ass,
yo,� he purred, fingers massaging the round flesh.

Reeve rolled his eyes at the
other male. �Thanks... I think,� he commented, though it came out more of a
pant as Reno�s cock slid along his prostate, sending sparks racing up his
spine.

The smell of sex was thick
on the air, the sounds of their harsh breathing echoing in the quiet. Reno�s
hands slipped around from the executive�s ass to slide along the edges of his
waist, rubbing a thumb over the tanned skin. He admired the flush that spread
across the older man�s cheekbones, noting how Reeve looked younger and far more
open than the usual strained and tired expression.

�Turn over,� Reno commanded,
a sudden desire to see the other man in another position striking him.

Amber eyes blinked up at
him, slightly confused as he was lost in a sensual haze. Reno resisted the urge
to smirk and shifted backwards, pulling out of the executive�s tight cavern as he
reiterated his demand. �Turn over.�

Sudden understanding dawned
and Reeve complied, finding himself on his hands on knees on his comforter.
Reno�s hands settled on his hips and he could feel the head of the other man�s
cock nudging at his puckered entrance. A slight flush of embarrassment at the
almost desperate position fluttered across Reeve�s face as he waited for Reno
to do something. An aching was already beginning to coil in his belly
and he just needed without really understanding why.

Fingers tightened on his
hips. �Tell me you want this,� Reno demanded in a low tone.

Reeve�s hands curled on the
bedspread as he groaned. �What?� he questioned as he turned his head, looking
over his shoulder. He was nearly floored by the determination and the desire
that darkened aquamarine eyes, dimming their mako glow and making him seem
older, fiercer.

Reno�s cock pressed against
his opening, teasing him but not entering. �Tell me you want this,� he repeated
again. �Tell me you want me.� One hand left Reeve�s hip, fingernails
scraping across his back as he dragged them down Reeve�s spine.

The executive arched his
back and moaned, shifting his hips backwards. With the enunciation in Reno�s
voice, he understood what the Turk was asking him.

�Reeeeno,� he groaned,
dragging out the syllables of the other man�s name. �Fuck me,� he panted,
having the dual feelings of hating how desperate it sounded and not caring so
long as it did something to ease the ache inside of him. Reno could turn him on
faster and fiercer than anyone else he had ever been with.�

The Turk growled at Reeve�s
demand and immediately rolled his hips forward, sliding home deep inside of the
executive. He wasted no time in beginning a deep and fast rhythm that had Reeve
growling as he arched his back and shifted his hips back to meet each demanding
thrust. His body shook as fire spread up his spine, heat pooled in his belly
and sparks of pleasure seemed to radiate from that one point as Reno�s cock
slid over and over his prostate with startling accuracy.

�Fuck, you�re so tight,�
Reno panted, his manhood feeling as if it was being gripped by Reeve�s warm and
clenching channel. Despite his recent orgasm, he could feel the curling and
twisting of yet another building inside of him with almost startling speed.

�Gah,� Reeve groaned, unable
to come up with something coherent in response. His own cock was aching and
desperate for some relief. �Reno... nnngh. Touch me,� he ground out.

Reno growled, a deep rumble
in his chest as he suddenly settled back on his heels, giving a yank to the
executive�s hips as he did so, inspiring yet another change in his position.
Reeve ended up on his lap, legs splayed on either side of Reno�s and his head
lolled backwards on the Turk�s shoulder. Reno�s hand immediately came around
the older man�s body, wrapping talented fingers around Reeve�s aching erection.

The Turk�s tongue snaked out
of his body, tracing around the shell of one ear. Reeve shuddered, his hips
caught in a desperate rhythm between thrusting forward into Reno�s hands and
shifting backwards to take the younger man deeper inside of him. Sounds poured
from his lips, unintelligible groans and grunts as he sought that higher
pinnacle of pleasure. He could Reno gasping behind him, and he felt the puffs of
heated air that ghosted across his ear, only adding to his arousal.

One of his hands dug
desperately into the covers of the bed, the other snaked up and grabbed onto
Reno�s hair, tangling within bright red strands. Reno didn�t seem to mind too
desperately as he pushed himself deeper inside of the executive, the sound of
flesh slapping flesh filling the air.

Teeth slid along Reeve�s
shoulder blade and the sides of his neck. He shivered. Reno�s hand worked
quickly over his arousal, driving him to a higher plane of existence until his
world completely narrowed. All he could feel was the hand on his cock, the
sliding of Reno�s manhood over his prostate, and the tongue on his skin,
soothing over nibbled flesh.

Reno pumped his hips,
driving himself so deep inside of the executive that he was mildly surprised
that Reeve wasn�t crying out in pain. He didn�t know if he could hold on much
longer; however, the other man�s growls and grunts of pleasure were nearly his
undoing.

Reeve�s movements were more
frenzied now as his body desperately moved, thrusting both forwards and
backwards in jerky motions. Reno tightened his fingers around Reeve�s cock,
stroking him hard in the same moment that he gave a particularly deep thrust.
The effect was electrifying.

The executive�s entire body
arched as his hand immediately clenched in Reno�s hair and he came, spattering
all over Reno�s hand and dribbling down to the comforter beneath him. A deep
groan of ecstasy which may or may not have been Reno�s name poured from Reeve�s
lips.

The Turk let himself go
then, his orgasm pulled from him by the rhythmic clenching of Reeve�s body. He
jerked Reeve�s hips down against him with his free hand as he thrust up,
spilling himself deep inside of the other man. His moan of release was muffled
as he buried his lips against Reeve�s shoulder and blinding hot white fire
flashed behind his eyelids.

Reeve collapsed against him,
a sweaty, panting mass as Reno slumped, barely able to stay upright. His body
trembled, weariness assaulting him almost immediately as he wrapped his arms
loosely around the executive. He laid his forehead against the other man�s
shoulder, waiting for his heartbeat to return to some semblance of normal as
Reeve�s fingers finally detangled from his hair.

He hadn�t even noticed they
were there.

It was several moments
before they regained the ability to speak. �Need a shower,� Reno mumbled, his
voice slightly muffled.

Reeve shifted and there was
a slight twinge in his backside from the rather rough treatment. Not that he
minded as it wasn�t altogether painful, just present. �Probably a good idea,�
he agreed, though his voice was lazy.

Reno chuckled, pressing his
lips to back of Reno�s neck before he unwound his arms from around him and
slowly untangled their limbs. His pulse leapt as he caught sight of himself
slipping out of the executive, a small trail of his own cum leaking from Reeve.
If only the other man knew just how sexy that was...

He wondered if he had enough
energy for another go round.

�We have to get out of bed
for a shower.�

Amber eyes rolled. �I know
that... just... give me a minute.� He shifted his body again, feeling another
twinge in his backside. Okay, so he wouldn�t be walking without a slight limp
for a bit. Not that he minded. It was a small price to pay for some of the
greatest sex in his life.

Even if he wasn�t gay.

Reno laughed, laying his
forehead against the executive�s back. He would give him all the time he
needed.�

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Both years of living on the
street and a recent life as a Turk left Reno a very light sleeper. He awoke the
very same second he felt the bed shift. He didn�t move himself, however,
slightly curious as to what Reeve would do this time. The executive slipped out
of bed and less than a minute later, he heard the toilet flush.

Reno took that opportunity
to peer blearily at Reeve�s alarm clock. The bright red numbers told him it was
a little after eleven pm. They always seemed to crash so early. He would have
to remedy that in the future.

Footsteps padded back into
the room, instantly recognized when there was a thump and a muttered curse.
Reno smiled and waited for Reeve to return to the bed, only the executive
didn�t. He heard some rustling, a clunk, another muffled mutter, and then the
door opening as Reeve slipped back into the hall with nary a creak, letting in
a small sliver of light.

Curious, the Turk threw back
the covers and slinked quietly to the door. Through the gap he caught Reeve
standing in the hall with his back to the door. He had pulled on his pants but
didn�t appear to be going anywhere. Even more interesting was that he held a
cell phone in his hand. Raising a brow, Reno continued to observe. Reeve dialed
a number he appeared to know by heart and something in the Turk�s gut
tightened.

�Hello?� The voice was
female and loud. Reeve grimaced and lowered his speaker volume, though it
didn�t seem to help much. He glanced back to the door, causing Reno to quickly
duck to the side before returning his attention to the phone.

�I apologize for calling so
late. Did I wake you?�

There was laughter, soft and
full. �Of course not, darling. It�s not nearly time for night life to cease in
Midgar.� Reno was glad in that moment for her loud voice, because it enabled
him to hear everything that was being said.

�How could I forget?�

She giggled and it made Reno
wince. They sounded far too chummy and he couldn�t help but wonder if this was
the �Cameron,� Reeve had mentioned. He had thoughts to storm out there, rip
that phone out of Reeve�s hands and demand to know what�s going on. But
something told him to wait, if only for a few moments more.

�Reeve, this is unusual. Why
did you call?�

The executive sighed and
rubbed his brow, going silent for a moment. He shifted his weight before
finally speaking. �I think that it is time we said our goodbyes.�

�What? What do you mean?�
Her voice registered genuine confusion. Inwardly, Reno was crowing with glee,
even if it was wrong of him to think that way.

�Our relationship, Cameron.
I am ending it.� Well, that confirmed it right there.

She was quiet for a moment.
�Why?�

He sighed again, one hand
restlessly fiddling with the tie to his pants. �Do you want the truth or a lie
that will save your dignity?� he questioned.

�How long?� Her voice was
suddenly steely and Reno had to blink at the change. Was Reeve truly that
transparent? Then again, the executive did tend to wear his emotions on his
sleeve. He really was no good at either lying or hiding his thoughts.

�... Pardon?�

It was her turn to sigh, her
tone coming out slightly reprimanding. �You�ve been distant for months. I am
not blind or stupid. I just wish that you had told me sooner that you had met
someone else.� She paused, before adding in a much quieter tone, so quiet that
Reno almost didn�t catch it. �I love you, you know.�

�I am sorry.� There was true
regret in Reeve�s words and Reno couldn�t be sure if it was because he returned
her feelings or if he regretted breaking her heart. He frowned silently,
shifting in his place against the door as he strained to hear the rest of their
conversation, not caring in the slightest if it made him an eavesdropper.

�I am sure you are.� There
was a rustle. She was probably shifting ears, or maybe even sitting down if she
had been standing. Reno was getting pretty good at identifying sounds. �Do I
even get an explanation?� she asked before quickly changing her mind. �No,
wait. Do not tell me. I do not care.�

Reeve rubbed his forehead
again, something that Reno now recognized as force of habit for the executive.
Sometimes his head wasn�t even hurting. �I am sorry, Cameron. I really do not
know what else to say.�

�And I do?� she snapped
bitterly. He winced, his shoulders tightening and Reno instantly wished that
the woman would just end the call. �Never mind. I am angry, of course, but
there is really nothing that you or I can do about that. I hope that she is
worth it. Honestly, I do. Because do not expect me to ever want to see you
again. Goodbye, Reeve.� The phone clicked off without another word from the dark-haired
man.

Reeve ended the call, letting his hand drop to his side though he remained
silent. Unsure of the executive�s feelings, Reno chose that moment to slip
quietly out into the hall, startling the other male when he wrapped his arms
around him from behind. Reeve stiffened before recognizing the touch,
immediately relaxing.

�Did you love her?� Reno
questioned, after a moment of silence.

Reeve shook his head. �If I
did, I wouldn�t be here with you. Cameron was just... familiar,� he explained.
His free hand came up, patting gently on the pale arm around his waist. �How
much did you hear?�

The Turk shrugged. �Enough.�

�You know,� Reeve began
quietly. �We have to be discreet. If this gets out, both of our lives will be
ruined.�

Reno nodded. �Yeah, I sorta
guessed that.�

�That means I�ll have to
date, Reno.�

The other male shrugged
again. �Don�t fuck �em and I don�t care. I �spose I can understand it.� He
leaned forward, sliding his tongue along the bared skin of Reeve�s neck before
biting down. He grinned when Reeve shivered, unconsciously pressing backwards
against him. �Let�s go back to bed, ne?�

�Is that a question?�

One of the Turk�s hands
crept up the tanned skin, finding a nipple with unerring accuracy. He teased it
into hardness, feeling his own cock slowly beginning to fill with blood. �More
like a lusty request.� Reno smirked.

The executive chuckled
before turning around in his lover�s arms. �I think I can fulfill that,� he
murmured huskily as he kissed Reno.

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A/N: Thanks everyone for
your continuous support. Please leave a review before you go and let me know
how I�m doing.

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Ri: Glad you enjoyed! It�s
guaranteed to get hotter before it�s through... at least, I hope it is! Sorry I
cut it off but the chapter was getting incredibly long... besides there is more
smut to come. Thanks!!

Juna: A pervy high schooler?
Imagine how I felt when I wrote it and sent it to my beta for editing? That was
perhaps the hottest smut scene I�ve written in my entire fanfiction career.
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