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The Little Guy	By : TokiMirage Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Cloud/Sephiroth Views: 2374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I own no FFVII, I do own my own creative mind, and If I actually made money off this I would be rich. But I don't. So I starve.

Chapter List
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WARNING: This story is M for a reason. Not just for violence, but for mature substance. If you are squicked by sexual situations flickering across your computer screen, why are you reading an author with my reputation? But to spell it out for everyone: this chapter will contain MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE.
The Little Guy
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Chapter Seven:
“And would you change that damned light in the women’s bathroom already? You can’t even see the toilet!”
Cloud nodded with a pleasant smile, trying very hard not to say to her face that women didn’t need vision to take a piss as long as they found the seat eventually. “Of course, madam. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
The brunette crossed her arms over her chest with a scowl. “As a matter of fact, you can go get us some more paper from stock! We’ve run entirely out.”
Blinking his large, blue eyes, he tried not to show any of his vindictive glee. “I’m afraid that’s out of my jurisdiction,” he said, taking a moment to enjoy the indignant look on her angry, make-up caked face before he turned around and walked away, garbage bag still in hand.
Why didn’t Shinra give its employees garbage bins that could last a whole day before needing to be emptied? Maybe then he wouldn’t need to spend an hour three times a day collecting it from every single office on his floor. At least on the weekends he didn’t have to talk to people.
Two days off tomorrow, two days off tomorrow…
“Hey blondie! Fancy seeing you here.”
Cloud ignored the familiar voice behind him and went into the next office, collecting more garbage from bins one foot tall and less than a foot in diameter.
“Aw, come on, don’t ignore me,” Reno whined.
The blond emptied another bin into his bag, ignoring the way the secretaries were watching them curiously from their cubicles. Passing by their little kitchenette, he noticed that the tap was leaking and made a mental note to fix it when he had a chance.
“So… how you hangin’ in there?”
Hearing a trace of concern in the redhead’s voice, he put the empty garbage bin back and turned to him. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” And then proceeded to ignore him again.
“Oh come on, what did I do?”
Cloud gave him a look. “You’re harassing me at work. There’s a line, you know.”
Reno grinned. “I like living dangerous.”
The blond snorted and emptied another bin into his bag, ignoring the secretary that glared at him evilly for interrupting her secretarial porn. Cloud blinked as he caught sight of silvery hair on the edge of the file open on her screen.
Did she have a picture of Sephiroth on her desktop?
A hand groped his ass, snapping him out of his musing. He jumped before spinning around and giving Reno a glare. “Do that again and you won’t enjoy the consequences.”
But the redhead just grinned and followed him to the next cubicle.
Knowing he’d only be able to get rid of the Turk if he gave him what he wanted, whatever that was, Cloud grabbed him by his loose, open shirt and dragged him from the room, ignoring the secretaries that watched them go curiously. Dropping the large bag of garbage near his closet, he pushed the Turk inside and pulled the door mostly shut for a semblance of privacy. No way was he locking himself in a room with Reno.
“What do you want?” he demanded, letting go of the Turk’s ruffled suit and crossing his arms over his chest, unimpressed.
Reno pulled a PHS out of his pocket. “Been lookin’ for this?” When Cloud just stared at him, he looked disappointed. “Oh come on, you must want your PHS back, right?”
Cloud shrugged. “They’re not that hard to replace. What price are you going to name for it, is the question.”
The Turk grinned. “See? You’re already thinking like a Turk.” Cloud’s eyes narrowed. “We’d like to offer you a position.”
“Not interested.”
Reno gaped at him. “I haven’t even told you anything yet!”
“Don’t care.”
“You can’t want to be a janitor for the rest of your life,” the redhead mocked incredulously.
The blond shrugged. “No, but there are far safer jobs than that of a Turk. Now, are you going to give me my PHS back or not? I have to return to work.”
When Reno just stared at him, disbelieving, Cloud turned to go. A hand snaked out and grabbed his shoulder. Turning his head to look at the Turk, he narrowed his eyes. “Let go.”
The redhead’s expression was stubborn. “Not until you hear me out.”
“It’s nothing I want to hear.”
“Look! Just listen to what I have to say, and you can have your damned PHS back. I’ll even leave you alone for the rest of the day. Deal?”
Cloud stared him down before shrugging off his shoulder and turning around, arms crossed over his chest expectantly. He waited, not saying a word.
Reno half-grinned. “Well, what were you originally planning on doing in the future?”
The blond shrugged. “Delivery service.” He’d also been contemplating going back to Wutai, but that wasn’t exactly feasible with current Shinra-Wutai relations.
“And why’d you choose that?”
“I like to travel.”
The Turk grinned. “Bet you won’t get to ride in a helicopter over the ocean working a delivery service, though. We get sent all sorts of places to look into mysteries and carry out missions. More places than you’d be able to see from a delivery service.”
Cloud raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “But I would be traveling on someone else’s order, not my own. That doesn’t appeal to me.”
“And a good paycheque doesn’t either?” Reno asked incredulously.
“Money can be made anywhere doing anything.” Cloud had many skills – even if most of them he didn’t want Shinra to know about.
“What about the adventure of a good mission? Figuring out a mystery! Digging up people’s dirty secrets or taking out crime lords taking advantage of people below the Plate?” When Cloud just stared him down with a bored expression, he frowned. “Oh come on Cloud, there’s got to be something that appeals to you. Have you ever had a family? We all look after each other. It’s a close knit group. I’d do anything for them, they’d do anything for me.”
The blond raised an indifferent eyebrow.
Reno floundered. “Come on, man! You’d be a great asset to the team! You kept your cool even when you were drunk and about to get your brains blown out. Few people can attest to that. You could buy all the materia you want, too! Whaddya say?”
“No. Are we done here?”
Reno’s expression darkened slightly as his grin faded. “I’ve been authorized to offer you ten thousand gil to ease the transition from your current job to that of a Turk. Tseng has also been generous enough to allow you company-paid transport back home twice a year, on top of regular vacation time. Don’t you wanna see your mom, man?”
Something in the Turk’s tone just rubbed Cloud the wrong way, and before Reno could so much as react, the blond had pinned him to the wall. After getting over his initial surprise, the redhead just grinned. “From what I hear, Nibelheim’s quite the dangerous place. Lots of monsters like wolves and dragons. Wouldn’t your mom be much safer if we moved her to Midgar? Shinra would, of course, cover all expenses of the move.”
Cloud took a deep, calming breath. “You wouldn’t be threatening my mom, would you, Reno?” he purred dangerously into the Turk’s ear.
“Just statin’ well-known facts,” the redhead murmured confidently, arching slightly into the body holding him in place with a flirty smirk.
“Hm. Those are a lot of bribes to sweeten the pot, Reno. Why are you so desperate to have me, when I don’t want the job?”
“We could always use more Turks. Especially competent ones.”
Cloud turned his head and nibbled on Reno’s ear and kissed and nibbled a trail down the Turk’s neck. “It’s too bad we got interrupted the other night. Why was that guy there for you, anyway?” Casually, he brushed their bodies closer together, lining them up just so his hip would nudge against the front of the redhead’s suit pants.
The Turk moaned, tilting his head back for better access. “He… uh, thought he could get one up on me. Extortion.”
The blond hummed and started to rock into the front of Reno’s pants with slow, deliberate movements. “Well I gathered that much from the conversation before a gun was put to my head, but why did he come after you was my question.”
Reno made the sexiest little noise as his breath hitched when Cloud’s hands roamed down his clothed chest. “I-it was personal.”
Cloud slipped the PHS from the lax fingers and stepped away, taking slow deep breaths to help hide his own signs of arousal. Reno’s eyes opened all the way as he realized what the had just happened.
“You totally just used your feminine wiles to get one over on me! You cheat!”
Snorting, the blond put the phone in his inner pocket. “All’s fair when it comes to a Turk. You should know that.”
Reno scowled. “And you say you don’t wanna be one of us.”
“Nope.” Cloud turned to leave.
“Wait,” the redhead demanded, grabbing the custodian’s arm and pulling him close. “I’ll forget about your refusal for now, but what about more enjoyable pursuits?”
Cloud raised an eyebrow. “You want to have sex in a closet while we’re both on the job?”
“You can’t just leave me here after an act like that!” the Turk cried out indignantly.
While Cloud was indeed horny and still pissed off about not getting laid, he certainly didn’t want to fuck Reno up against the wall. Getting naked in a closet just didn’t appeal to him. “And you can’t take care of it yourself?” he asked, still annoyed at the whole situation.
“That’s hardy satisfying.”
Cloud scowled. “I’ll take care of your little ‘problem’ if you agree to never ask me to become a Turk again.”
“No can do. How about for a week?”
Cloud thought about it. “Well fine then. Here are the little rules of our engagement, Reno,” he growled, shoving the redhead against the wall. “When I give you an order, you obey.”
Reno raised an eyebrow with a grin. “Ah, so you’re one of those, hm. Kinky. I agree, if it has to do with sex and it doesn’t conflict with my other orders.”
Blue eyes narrowed. “First order is stop talking.” He unbuckled Reno’s pants and slipped them and his boxers clean off. “I imagine that’ll be pretty difficult for a motor-mouth like you.” He ran a finger from base to tip of the Turk’s hardened flesh, enjoying the small moan the man gave as his head fell back with a thunk against the wall of the closet. “Each time you disobey an order, you will be punished as I see fit. We’ll discuss particulars at a later date, understood?”
“Oh gods, yes,” the Turk moaned.
“First penalty.”
The Turk’s dark blue eyes snapped open in surprise. His mouth opened to complain, but he quickly shut it again and bit his lip to keep himself from speaking. A slow, pleased smile curled Cloud’s lips. “Good, you’re learning.” Sliding the Turk’s shirt and suit jacket up, he took two pink nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched. When Reno just panted and stared into his eyes, he slowly increased the pressure. Only when the Turk’s eyes lidded and his breathing markedly accelerated did he stop the punishment. Licking the right, he blew gently on it to ease the sting before repeating the same treatment with the other.
“Good,” he murmured in approval when the redhead remained silent, running his hands down the man’s flanks and enjoying the play of muscle beneath pale skin. Satisfied that the redhead had been given ample time and opportunity to back out on their impromptu contract, he claimed panting lips and plundered the willing mouth, wishing he were taller if only to make leverage a hair easier. Kissing the Turk senseless, he rifled through the memory of all the products stored in his closet.
What would make a suitable lube… Ah yes, he had oil. Not that it had been labelled that. Its normal uses included fixing squeaky joints, among other janitorial tasks. However, Cloud knew it was just a stock, naturally produced oil that Shinra had stuck an impressive-sounding label on. He’d used similar oils in Wutai to service his swords when he hadn’t been able to get his hands on high grade mineral oil.
Then there were the more pleasurable applications.
Giving the Turk a quick fondle, he pulled away from the kiss and murmured, “Stay right there,” as he stepped away to grab the bottle he needed.
Snapping off the cap, he poured the liquid onto his fingers and went back to the redhead leaning against the wall, now looking a little nervous.
Cloud rubbed his fingers together. “I don’t know how many times you might have had this done to you, but I’m not fucking you today, so you don’t need to worry about that. And as for it potentially being uncomfortable…” He got right up in the redhead’s face and smirked, chuckling softly. “You needn’t worry about the particulars. I’ve never disappointed.” No, the few one night stands he’d followed home had all been very receiving of his… skills.
Without further ado, he pulled Reno’s knees away from the wall and easily caught his weight. Slipping a finger under and behind, he traced the tight ring of muscle, making sure the outside was nice and slippery before teasing the ring with the tinniest bit of pressure. If you did it just right, you could keep the recipient on that torturous edge of want-don’t-want until finally sexual frustration won out and the mind convinced the body that it didn’t want it, it needed it.
As he worked the outer ring of twitching muscle, he distracted the tense Turk with his mouth on his lips, his neck, and the occasional lick or touch to the hard and leaking member trapped between their bodies. He had to stop once for a bit more oil, but the second time around the redhead didn’t seem to mind nearly so much, pupils blown with desire and lids half closed over hazy eyes.
Just as Reno’s body finally crossed over that edge and gladly pulled his finger inside, the door swung open and leaked a little more light into the shadowy closet.
Cloud nearly had a heart attack when he saw who it was. Instead, he used his annoyance as a tool to push through his shock, absently noticing the way Reno had tensed around his flesh like a vice. “Hello General, what can I do you for today?” he asked, voice gravelly and dark from a mixture of desire, ire, and the memory of the last time he’d seen the… man.
Reno choked, and Cloud leaned forward to shield the Turk from sight and block the man’s own view of Sephiroth. When they weren’t immediately spitted on a six-foot sword, a ball of tension in Cloud’s gut released. Gently, on its own accord, his finger began to gently circle inside Reno’s body in search of the spot he’d been after this entire time.
The General looked them over briefly before simply saying, “Zack broke my chair.”
Cloud raised an eyebrow, humming in thought as he nailed the redhead’s prostate just so, eliciting a choked moan from the Turk. Sephiroth’s lack of reaction, other than his long pause and blatant staring, intrigued the blond. “I see. Give me ten seconds.” And without further ado or thought towards what might be going through Sephiroth’s head, he dropped to his knees and deep throated Reno in one smooth motion and mercilessly pounded and massaged the Turk’s prostate.
Sephiroth still did nothing.
Taking pleasure in the choked cry above him, he swallowed in time with the release he could feel building in Reno’s body as well as hear. With a broken moan, the Turk’s legs completely failed beneath him, forcing Cloud to hold him up with the arm he’d strategically placed on the redhead’s hips. His orgasm lasted for all of three seconds before the last twitches of his body subsided and Cloud removed his finger and mouth in order to catch him and gently bring him to the ground. Ignoring the taste in his mouth, he deftly pulled up the redhead’s boxers and slipped his softening member inside before doing the same with his pants. Leaning him against the wall, he stood and wished he’d had more time to enjoy the state he’d put Reno in.
Perhaps it hadn’t been wise to not use protection in this case, but Cloud found it hard to believe that a Turk’s health wasn’t monitored closely by the science department. It was unlikely something had slipped by their nets.
Turning to Sephiroth, he raised an eyebrow. “Will a tool box be enough, or shall I bring two types of glue? One to fix the chair and the other to attach Zack to the ceiling?”
Sephiroth, who had not looked away politely during the whole exchange, just as he hadn’t closed the door on them upon discovery like a normal person, watched him with the usual blank expression and slit pupils that had dilated slightly. “A few nails may not be remiss,” he finally said, and Cloud had to resist the urge to grin with all the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Instead, the blond nodded and gathered everything that he’d need, wondering with fierce curiosity why Sephiroth had said and done nothing about what was obviously an inappropriate use of company space and supplies. When he finished a few seconds later, Reno had come back to his senses enough to stare back and forth between them with wide, dilated eyes.
Cloud stopped in front of Reno before leaving the closet. Sephiroth stepped out of the way to allow him room. “I’m sure you know when I get off and what my PHS number is by now. Perhaps we can continue this later. It’s up to you.” Without waiting for a reaction from the rather stunned man, he left the closet and closed the door most of the way. Just to give Reno a sliver of light to make himself presentable.
The ride up the executive’s elevator was mostly silent, until finally Sephiroth spoke around the 43^rd floor. “It is company policy that I report this break of protocol to your supervisor.”
Cloud stared at the closed elevator doors. All that time, and he focused on protocol?
Somehow, the world seemed a safer place. Now if only Sephiroth had remembered protocol when he’d decided a two-thousand-year-old corpse was his mother before traipsing off in a flame-throwing massacre.
“However… I will overlook it this time. In the future, perhaps you would be more discrete.”
Cloud turned to look up at the General, surprised. Green eyes met his own, the pupils thin slits once more and expression giving nothing away. “You know, you would be absolutely killer at Poker. Have you ever played?”
Sephiroth finally cracked and gave him a bizarre look. Ah, every time he didn’t kill Cloud for not thinking before opening his mouth was just one more ‘hurrah’ for sanity and common sense. “I have heard of it. Zack once tried to teach me to play, but I failed to see the use of such a game on the field. My time was far better spent going over strategies and our fortifications.”
The blond hummed thoughtfully. “Use? Well, from Zack’s perspective I imagine that he was just trying to get you to have fun.” But then, it was understandable that he wouldn’t see it from that perspective. “If you think about it, though, there are more applications than that. I imagine sometimes your men can be nervous or aggressive. Sometimes a social game like Poker is just a good chance for everyone to relax and work off tension without killing things or blowing shit up.”
“I have no need to ‘work off tension’.”
Cloud snorted. “What, ‘cause you’re some Perfect Soldier? Nobody’s perfect, and that’s what makes us…” Well, he was going to say ‘human and not psychotic aliens’, but that probably wasn’t a good idea.
Sephiroth was looking at him expectantly.
“-who we are. Everybody has weaknesses and strengths, so a lot can be accomplished when people work together.”
And now he was sounding like a PR exec for Shinra or something. He suppressed the urge to vomit.
The corner of the General’s lip quirked in amusement. “Yes, I am aware of that.”
Cloud coughed. “Right. Well, anyway, the point is that I’m sure you have tension to work off just like everyone else, and sometimes indulging in an activity that may appear useless can do the most for your soldiers’ moral as well as your mood.”
Sephiroth made a noncommittal sound, but the blond didn’t let it bother him. Some people just wouldn't let go of the stick up their ass no matter how much you pulled, tugged, and twisted. “You appear to have some understanding of psychology. From my knowledge, you chose not to take that class during your cadet training.”
The elevator dinged and opened as they arrived on the 61^st floor. The blond stared. “Have you read my whole file?” When the General just continued to stare at him expectantly, he frowned. “Well, psychology is basically just common sense, which I have a hefty amount of unlike Zack who managed to break a chair.”
“I heard that, Spike!”
Startled, the custodian looked into the office and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Zack sitting on the couch munching on a chocolate bar. He winced and chanced a glance at Sephiroth’s once again stony expression.
“First Lieutenant Zack Fair. Why are you eating chocolate on my leather furniture?”
The SOLDIER First Class just gave him a wide, doe-eyed look and tossed the rest of it in his mouth. “What chocolate?” he said around his mouthful.
Cloud snorted and walked past them both, glaring at the secretary as was customary. Her returning glare, however, was a little lacklustre compared to usual. Shrugging it off, he went into the General’s office to assess the damaged chair.
His eyes widened in shock at the dismembered chair in front of him.
“Zack!” he shouted. “What the heck did you do to this thing?!”
At that moment, the SOLDIER came bursting into the room at top speed and pulled Cloud with him. “Cloud! Protect me! He’s got a letter opener!”
Sephiroth indeed had a letter opener in his hand, as Masamune currently rested on the wall behind his desk in a bracket. Cloud watched the General warily as the man frowned, looking back and forth between the blond and the brat that had stolen his chocolate as if pondering the best way to get around the obstacle in his path to revenge.
Cloud twitched. “Zack? Who is the enhanced super soldier here and who’s the waif-thin janitor?”
“You’re not that thin, Spike,” the SOLDIER chirped. “I can tell you’ve been workin’ out!”
“While it’s true I’ve put on a bit of muscle, that does not mean I’m suitable as a meat shield! So kindly get out from behind me before I break the rest of the chair on your head!”
Zack released him, watching him warily. Sephiroth’s attention was also now fixed on the blond. Cloud sighed. “Zack, if you’re going to be a distraction and destroy more property, maybe your energies would be better spent doing some work?”
The SOLDIER pouted at him. “I was just acting as moral sup- I mean, stop channelling Seph! You’re supposed to take my side of things!”
The blond rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the busted chair. “Did you break this thing on purpose or something? Or did you trip and your head broke off the back legs?” When Zack laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, he reassessed the breakage. “No wait. Let me guess. You were leaning back on the legs and just happened to drop your entire weight on the chair.”
“Uh- Perhaps Spike’s right Seph and I’ll just uh, go do that paperwork. Yeah.” Without another word, he took off out of the office as though a flock of rampaging chocobos were after him.
Cloud shook his head and sat on the floor, looking at the chair contemplatively. From the looks of it, it was a clean snap where the top of the leg was supposed to be attached to the seat of the chair.
The bent metal pegs sticking out of the legs might be a problem, though. Getting some pliers, he tried to pull the first one out and grunted at the physical effort it took. Removing all three in the first leg, he repeated the process with the other one before checking that there weren’t any bits of shrapnel sticking out of the seat of the chair.
Looked like that wouldn’t be a problem. Frowning at the quality wood of the chair, he wondered how he could put new metal pegs in it. Sephiroth probably wouldn’t want him to just hammer it together from the outside, and glue alone wouldn’t be enough. Humming thoughtfully, he pulled out the nails that he’d brought with them and eyed the flat ends of them contemplatively.
If Sephiroth had a Fire materia or didn’t mind him using his stove highly inappropriately, he could probably heat the metal and shape it into a point with his hammer.
Looking around for the General, he found him calmly sitting behind his desk doing work. Just then, he realized that he might be disturbing the man by working on it there instead of in the outer office area.
“I hate to bother you, General, but I had a couple questions.”
Sephiroth glanced up from his papers. “Yes?”
“Do you happen to have a Fire materia that I could borrow?”
The General raised an eyebrow before getting up and going over to a metal cabinet that, when unlocked, revealed some materia and maintenance supplies for his sword. He pulled out the red ball and tossed it to Cloud, who caught it easily.
“Thanks. And also… did you want me to leave the room? I’m probably going to be a bit loud, hammering.”
Sephiroth sat back down at his desk without so much as giving him another glance. “You are hardly as disruptive as Zack.”
And that was, apparently, that.
Now, how to hammer them in without dulling the ends he planned on turning into points… He eyed the little holes that were in the middle of the leg. An idea taking form in his mind, he eyed the bottom of the seat with a thoughtful hum.
Yeah, that could work.
Moving so he was kneeling on the ground, he put the leg between his thighs to hold it in place and hammered a nail in about a centimetre away from the corners. Repeating this with the three other nails, he put them in just a bit farther than the previous, bent shrapnel had been poking out. Next, he took the Fire materia and heated the head of the nail until it was orange. Grabbing a long metal file, he flipped it onto its flatter side and put it on the top of his tool box. Grabbing the hammer, he started bending the melted metal into a point by rotating the leg as far as he could as he hammered. Once he was satisfied, he repeated this process with the rest of nails.
Turning the leather chair upside down, Cloud covered the bare square where the leg was supposed to go with carpenter’s glue and lined up the leg. Checking that he had the curvature going in the right direction, he pounded it into place with a few strong hits of his hammer.
The still hot metal cut through the wood easily, making it simple to get the leg in properly. Seeing that he’d lined it up for an almost perfect fit, he called this one a win and started working on the other leg.
After he finished fixing the chair, he packed up his stuff and walked up to the desk, placing the materia on an empty bit free of paperwork.
Sephiroth glanced up from his work before opening one of his desk drawers and pulling something out. He put it on the desk in front of Cloud and looked at the blond expectantly.
Cloud stared down at the cylindrical tin, confused. Was this what Zack had been talking about?
When the General said nothing, still watching him expectantly, the blond picked it up and twisted it in his hands. Well, it wasn’t that heavy, but there was definitely something inside. Popping the lid, he found a mixture of coffee and a white, folded square of paper taped to the inside of the lid. Putting the coffee tin down, he pealed the paper square off the lid and frowned when he felt something on the inside. What in the world?
Unfolding the paper all the way, he stared in incomprehension at the metal in his hand and the note on the paper. A pair of keys? Quickly reading through the note, his eyes widened in shock.
This is a spare key to my motorcycle. You may borrow it on occasion when you have need of a vehicle, I only ask that you inform me first. The second, smaller key will let you into the garage from the ground level.
There was no salutation, and no signed name. Cloud looked up from the paper and stared at the man watching him with sharp green eyes. “What’s this for?” he couldn’t help but ask, holding up the keys. When Sephiroth frowned, he backtracked. “I mean, I appreciate it certainly, but why?”
His bike was his baby. Why would he lend it to Cloud?
Sephiroth looked out the window in thought for a moment before returning his attention to the blond. “I know you have some form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You showed all the signs of it the other night. I wanted to… apologize on my part for triggering an episode.”
Cloud’s lips parted as he stared at the General in surprise, eyes wide. PTSD? What?
“While I would like to believe that such things are prevented in the SOLDIER program, I am aware of the lengths cadets will go to when put in stressful circumstances. This does not absolve them of their actions, however.” The General paused, eyes searching the blond’s flabbergasted face. “While it may be too late to change things, I’d like you to know that if you would like to test for SOLDIER again without returning to the program first or joining the regular army, I would make an exception.”
Cloud floundered. “I… Where did- why would you- what made you think-” He cut himself off, trying to wrap his mind around the whole thing, it was so far out of left field.
Sephiroth looked amused. “I have seen your sword practice, although it was without a blade. Zack also noted that during the program you were likely a victim of your peers. I have seen you to be hard working, self-sufficient, resourceful, creative when solving problems, capable with materia, and knowledgeable in psychology relating to this profession. I believe you would do well in SOLDIER, regardless of your past testing history.”
Cloud felt like he was having a heart attack; his chest hurt and it was difficult to breath. One of the few things he could remember from before was how much he had wanted to be in SOLDIER. How much he had wanted to be recognized by a man who had been his idol before more shit than he knew what to do with dropped into his lap. A man who had gone batshit insane, killed almost his entire town, and then tried to nuke the Planet. And after landing in time when he did, after an exam he couldn’t do anything about and before a chance to go into the regular army, which he had no interest in joining at all, he’d decided to just cut his losses and disappear into the woodwork. He’d done it once, why the hell did he have to do it again, after all. It was unfair. A total pile of shit.
And then Sephiroth had to go and rub in his face that he has a few issues after being stabbed a few too many times (by himself) before offering him a free crack at an exam he wanted to avoid like the plague. Or rather, Plague Hojo. That man deserved to rot in the deepest bowels of hell.
What the hell?!
“You don’t need to give an answer now, just be aware that it is in an option in four months time.”
Cloud panicked. That was the only thing he could say in defence of what next slipped out of his mouth. “The Turks are trying to recruit me.”
Green eyes narrowed and lips thinned and flattened. “And I take it by your wording that you have not yet accepted?”
The blond twitched. He wanted to be a Turk even less than he wanted to be a SOLDIER. Working for Rufus Shinra? He’d rather be hand washing dirty laundry in a nest of Nibel dragons. “No. However, they may… force the issue.”
Sephiroth inclined his head. “Yes. They are known to do that.”
“I may not know what I want to do with my future yet, but I definitely don’t want to join the Turks.” Hey, if the General really thought he could do well in SOLDIER, then he’d have a vested interest in keeping Cloud out of the Turks. After all, if he were forced to become a Turk, then he’d never be able to be SOLDIER.

Not that Cloud had decided to take the General up on his offer, but it gave him four more months to figure out something else.
“I will speak to Tseng if you intend to take the SOLDIER examination in four months. Otherwise, there is little I can do.”
Cloud grimaced. “I’m… not sure what I want to do yet, General. It’s a lot to think about.”
Sephiroth inclined his head. “Very well then. Dismissed.”
Cloud raised an eyebrow but collected his stuff and left. Sephiroth hadn’t gone all ‘military’ on him before. Maybe it was because of the desk. It did lend a certain flavour to the room.
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Wiping sweat off his face with a towel, Cloud took a deep drink from his water bottle and tried to even his breathing. He’d been running for a good hour, but it wasn’t quite dark yet. Usually he’d go for strength training until the track darkened enough that he could practice some real martial arts.
Pulling out his PHS to check the time, he blinked at the sight of two messages. Oh right. He’d forgotten about Reno. Putting the device to his ear, he listened to the messages.
“Hey Spike! Just phoning to let you know I got orders to go take care of AVA- I mean, some guys up in the frozen north, so don’t worry if I’m not around for a while. I’d come say goodbye, but I’m heading out in a few hours. The Intel we got was pretty recent. I’ll keep you as updated as I can as the mission goes. Don’t lock yourself up in that room, okay? And watch out for Turks! Especially the redheaded ones!” – click
Cloud frowned. A mission up north concerning… His eyes widened. AVALANCHE. He couldn’t remember if they’d been active around this time, but apparently they were if Zack was being sent to take care of them. It made him wish for the AVALANCHE that he had been a part of.

His thoughts were interrupted by the next message.
“…Hey, it’s Reno. It’s, ah, 6:30 and you aren’t pickin’ up your PHS. Was thinkin’ you and I could do dinner at around 7:00 or 7:30 if you’re free for that first date. I’m cashin’ in, blondie! So call me back.” – click
Cloud frowned. How in the world did Reno expect him to call him back if- Blue eyes narrowed and he opened the Contacts list in his PHS. He stared.
Bootylicious
Duck and Cover!
I Like Big Swrds
When he tried to ‘edit’ the names, he was promptly informed that the contacts were ‘locked.’ Scowling, he called Bootylicious.
After a few rings, it picked up. “Hey blondie! I take it you got my message?”
“What did you do to my PHS?”
“Just a little creative hacking.” Reno sounded ridiculously pleased with himself. “So, how about that date?”
Cloud frowned and checked the time. 7:20. He had been twitching to get laid all day, but was feeling much more level headed and focused after his run. Plus there was the little violation of his PHS. “After certain liberties you’ve taken, I’m not sure I’m all that free tonight. I usually work out.”
Reno hummed into the phone. “Work out? I can provide that. You ever tried to have sex in a shower with no good handholds? And it’s got dual heads. Holding my weight up for a good hour should tire up those arms, legs, and abs of yours, hm?”
Cloud found his lower regions give a twitch of interest. “That would be a work out.” He thought about it. He had forgotten to eat after work again, and he was getting pretty hungry now that he thought about it. Water only did so much. “You’re paying for dinner,” he finally agreed. “And I want you to take us somewhere private where we can discuss the particulars of this arrangement.”
Reno whistled. “Somehow I get the feeling you’ve done this before, blondie. Or been on the other end of it. Do I ever get to play?”
Chuckling, Cloud shook his head in amusement. “I don’t actually physically enjoy being penetrated. I’ve done it multiple times, and I can put up with it, but it’s not enjoyable for me. So no.”
“Ah. You’re one of those. That’s too bad, I’ve always liked switching it up every now and again.”
“Reno. How about you pick me up and we discuss this is more detail? When and where shall I meet you?”
“Look towards the gate. You see the red car?”
Cloud frowned and glanced over, indeed catching sight of a red car. Great. Reno was watching him now. He’d probably been hacking the blond’s files too while Cloud ran. He’d have to stop practicing sword technique and Aikido until Reno’s nose was thrown off his scent. Damnit. An annoying inconvenience, to say the least.
“I don’t suppose you picked up some clothes for me to wear too, did you, since I’m all sweaty right now?”
“I guessed your size.”
Cloud’s eyebrows rose at Reno’s balls. “I see. I’ll be right over.” Shutting the PHS without waiting for a response, he collected his towel and jacket off the grass on his way of the track.
. , . , .
“Good evening, sirs. Do you have a reservation?”
Reno grinned. “Under Reno.”
Cloud looked around the rather nice restaurant with a curious expression as they were led to a room and booth in the back. Absently, he wondered if Reno had already booked them a private booth or if he’d made the call in the few minutes it had taken Cloud to get to his car.
“What can I get you to drink?”
Humming thoughtfully to himself, Cloud glanced over the drinks menu. “Can I get a water and some iced tea?”

“Certainly, sir. And yourself?” he asked, turning to Reno.
The redhead was looking at Cloud with a funny expression, eyebrow raised. “What, no alcohol at all?”
Cloud shrugged. “I don’t drink.” He paused. Oh wait, that wasn’t exactly true anymore was it…
Reno snorted. “Then what was last night?”
The blond started looking over the appetizers. “A bad day that ended even worse. Thanks for that, by the way,” he said wryly.
Reno grumbled “wasn’t my fault” and turned to the host. “I’ll get a glass of your House red.”
“They’ll be along shortly,” he said before leaving and closing the sliding door behind him.
Cloud eyed the shell-fished stuffed mushroom caps. It’d been a while since he had those. And he was feeling in serious need of a steak. He didn’t eat out very often, unless Zack dragged him out on one of his ‘friend-dates.’
“You know what you want?” Reno asked.
The tone in his voice prompted Cloud to look up and meet smoky blue eyes half lidded over the table. The blond smirked. “I always know what I want,” he said, looking at where Reno’s crotch would be below the table before dragging his eyes up.
A pink tongue licked fuckable lips, drawing his eyes down to the redhead’s mouth and making his mind draw up all the possible things that mouth could do for him.
“Shall we order first, or did you want to start now?” he asked, setting his menu aside.
Thankfully, the waiter came at that moment with their drinks. “Do you gentlemen know what you’d like to order?”
Cloud smiled at him politely. “I’ll take the mushroom caps for an appetizer and 7 ounce steak. Mixed vegetables for a side, and rice. Medium rare.”
“Very good. And you, sir?” the waiter asked Reno, not writing anything down.
“I’ll get the same as him, minus the mushroom caps,” the Turk said uncaringly, having not even looked at the menu. The waiter took their menus with a smile and left the booth, shutting it behind him.
Reno took a sip of his wine. “So what’s this you were talkin’ about on the PHS?”
“Hm?” Cloud sipped his iced water.
“You said ‘arrangement.’ What exactly are you lookin’ to get out of this?” Reno asked, a little more guarded now than when he was flirting.
“That’s exactly what we’re here to discuss. I need to know what you are and aren’t comfortable with. It’s just the way I do things with casual partners.”
The redhead relaxed a bit. “Okay, so, what d’you need to know?”
“Have you tested clean?” When Reno nodded, he continued with the question he was more interested in knowing. “What level of play are you comfortable with?”
Reno stared at him. “Uh… I ain’t a masochist, but I don’t mind a bit of pain here and there. In moderation.” Cloud nodded and made a ‘go on’ gesture. “I don’t really like bein’ tied up with somethin’ I can’t get out of if I need to. It’s more a safety thing, bein’ a Turk, than anythin’. I also like switchin’ positions, but you already said you’re not up for that. Uh… what else…”
“Toys? Blindfold?”
“Yes to the first, no to the second.”
“You seemed amiable to taking orders before. Are you comfortable with that?”
“Yeah. But, no humiliatin’ stuff, like ‘lick my boots’. Don’t appeal to me.”
Cloud nodded, taking a drink from his iced tea. “Have you ever done a scene before?”
The redhead grinned. “Well, once someone told me to beat on them.” At Cloud’s dark look, his grin faded and he coughed. “But, uh, other than that, no.”
This was beginning to remind Cloud of the first time he and Vincent had engaged in a ‘regular’ casual relationship. They’d had sex a few times before the older man had admitted that his tastes ran a bit darker and unusual than Cloud had experience with. It had been interesting learning the etiquette of that type of relationship. “First thing you should know is a scene is all about trust and having fun. If one of these things isn’t happening, then you need to tell me. This goes above and beyond all other ‘rules’ that I set in the bedroom. I don’t take pleasure in running with something that makes you uncomfortable.”
The redhead nodded. “Sounds like common sense to me.”
Cloud smiled. “Yeah, a lot of the things we’ll go over seem like common sense, but there are people out there whose motto is to take what they want and screw the other guy.”
“Sound like dicks.”
Cloud laughed.
Dinner went well after that, with Reno asking him the occasional question about one of Cloud’s own questions, fishing for clues about his history. The blond kept it vague and gave no names. When Reno started playing footsie, the blond used every ounce of his well earned self control to keep his face completely without reaction, knowing it would frustrate the redhead to no end.
And boy did it ever.
Reno slammed him into the door of his new apartment with a growl, grinding against him and kissing him in between mutterings like “unaffected asshole” and “been hard as a rock for the past hour you dick.”
Cloud let him work out a bit of his frustration, hunting down Reno’s key and opening the door so they could tumble through. Spinning them around, he held Reno against the wall and kicked the door shut, turning the dead bolt swiftly. “So, how about that shower? This pretty suit you bought me doesn’t change the fact that I stink.”
Reno pulled him down the hall into a bathroom far larger than Cloud’s own. The shower was big, with two shower heads as promised. Cloud stripped haphazardly out of his suit, watching the redhead as he did the same. “Do you have water resistant lube?”
Reno grinned. “Already in the shower. Some mornings water just isn’t enough.”
Cloud chuckled and kicked off his shoes and pants, moving quickly to pin the still half-clothed Turk to the wall. Running his hands down the nicely toned body, he bent his head to nibble and suck at a nipple, pleased when Reno moaned happily and lifted a hand to run through blond spikes.
“Rule number two: you can touch the hair, but no pulling or trying to direct my head in anyway.”
The redhead nodded hazily as Cloud deftly relieved him of his pants and ran two hands up the back of his legs from knees to a tight ass. “What was rule one? Orders?”
“Yes,” Cloud breathed against those oh so fuckable lips before silencing him with more enjoyable pursuits than talking. Fucking that motor mouth with his tongue, he swallowed every moan and groan the redhead made as he dragged the redhead’s ass towards him and grinded their hard, hot flesh together.
Abruptly remembering their original goal was to clean up, he slowly manoeuvred the redhead towards the shower and removed one hand from a perfectly shaped ass cheek to get the water running. Distracting Reno by running his hands up the man’s back and massaging tense muscles, he grinded his hips in a slow, circular motion as he waited for the water to warm up.
Reno pulled his mouth away with a gasp, panting for air as he rolled his head back, searching for air. Cloud used this chance to check the temperature of the water before moving them into the shower and pinning Reno against the wall again, biting, nibbling, and kissing his neck even as he worked massaging fingers down the Turk’s arching spine.
Damnit, but he just wanted to fuck Reno nice and hard, then take the time to make him fall apart properly on the bed later. He needed to take the edge off.
He glanced at the floor of the shower and grinned when he realized it was just long enough. “Reno,” he murmured into the man’s ear, “We’re moving to the floor.”
“Wha-?”
Not giving Reno much time to think about it, he grabbed the tube of lube off one of the soap-ledges and pulled the redhead down on top of him, turning him around so Reno’s ass was to his face. “Have you prepared yourself at all today?” he asked, as Reno seemed to get the idea and licked the length of Cloud’s leaking hardness.
“Mmm. Cleaned and prepped, captain,” Reno drawled before silencing himself on the blond’s erection.
Cloud ran a pleased hand down the redhead’s spine before shifting both the man’s knees forward so he didn’t have to crane his head quite as far upwards. He liked a considerate partner. Teasing a twitching ring of flesh with the tip of his tongue, he got to work with the lube, stretching Reno and teasing his prostate in accordance with how well he was giving Cloud head.
Reno was very good at head. Taking the tip of the other man’s cock into his mouth, he wrapped his fingers around the base and attacked the bundle of nerves until Reno was crying out from a thwarted orgasm.
Grinning, he sat up and caught Reno before he could go ass over teakettle, manoeuvring his body until they were both upright, Reno face first against the wall while Cloud held him up and slowly, painstakingly worked his aching erection inside with shallow jabs and rotating hips. The redhead groaned, face buried in his forearms as Cloud lifted him higher off the ground and started pounding into him with every bit of muscle and stamina he had gained over the past two months of obsessive training in his free time.
He didn’t last nearly as long as he could have, had he exerted a little more control over himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he wrapped a fist around the panting redhead’s bouncing cock and started jerking on the poor, sensitive flesh. Holding himself back with every ounce of control he possessed, he waited until Reno exploded with a shout and came against the shower wall. The blond let out a low grunt as muscles clenching around finally brought him to that moment of blank, world encompassing pleasure as his own orgasm rushed through him and channelled all that tension and sexual frustration into the willing body in his arms.
Reno collapsed bonelessly against him, panting as Cloud milked the last of his release and held him upright with trembling, satisfied muscles. Letting his softening member slip out of Reno’s body, he cleaned them up quickly with a handful of body wash before walking the sleepy, satisfied redhead out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he towelled them both off before pulling Reno into the bedroom and manoeuvring him under the sheets.
Climbing in beside him, he wrapped an arm around Reno’s stomach and started tracing the lines of his shapely abdomen. “How long until you’re ready for another go?” he asked huskily into the man’s ear, gently pressing his already-hardening cock against the line of Reno’s ass.
The redhead craned his head around with an incredulous look. “Already? What the hell kinda crazy recovery time you got, blondie?”
Cloud just grinned and fondled Reno’s own member which was twitching its interest pitifully. “It’s been a while.”
-Toki Mirage-
And so, Cloud finally got laid.
For those of you who want to know… I’m not planning on loading this story full of Cloud/Reno. This might be their only screen time period. However, this sort of ‘test ride’ for you all shows you how Cloud operates, and I’ll be revealing more things about his ‘history’ as the fic progresses. Let me know how many of you like/don’t like the C/R sex anyway, just so I know for future chapters.
I was listening to this and I thought of Reno. http : // www. youtube. com / watch? v=59btS-Y4f6E When you listen to all its subtleties, think about Reno’s history as a character (if you’re a Reno fan then you will know all the jucy shiznit that that could be ;P) The music will make you wonder stuff you’ve never wondered before. Like, has Reno ever been dumped? I dunno about you lot, but I wouldn’t mind finding out…
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