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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
604
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4
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0
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0 The Fool
Rating: R. No actual sex, though. Rating mostly for language and innuendo.
Pairing: Rude/Reno + Tseng
Prompt: Written for livejournal's 78_tarot community. 0 The Fool
Summary: Reno wants Rude to help him get into Tseng's pants.
Word Count: 260
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“This is a bad idea,” Rude says.
“I ever tell you, partner, you fucking worry too much?” He looks back over his shoulder at Rude, shit eating grin on his face. He’s leaning over the desk, stretched out on top of a desk pad calendar, each box marked with notes and reminders.
Reno’s added a few more appointments, his spidery handwriting standing out starkly against Tseng’s neat script.
Monday, September 21, 10am: Fuck Reno senseless in the stairwell.
Tuesday, September 22, 4pm: Bend Reno over the pinball machine in the lounge and fuck him senseless.
The list continues on.
“Unlike you, partner,” Rude says, stroking Reno’s hip, “I don’t have a death wish.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Reno says with a moan. “Best fucking idea I’ve ever had. And I know you wanna fuck Tseng just as bad as I want him to fuck me. So you with me, or not?”
Rude checks his watch. They probably have thirty seconds, maybe a minute before Tseng gets there.
Reno’s pants are already down around his ankles. Rude still thinks this is a bad idea, but Reno’s bad ideas, those involving sex at least, don’t always end up as badly as they logically should.
Reno’s breath hitches when he hears Rude pull down the zipper on his black pants, and moans when Rude leans over him, pinning the redhead to the desk.
“Just like that, partner,” Reno pants. He freezes beneath Rude as the doorknob turns, letting out a shaky breath. “Shit yes,” he whispers as the door swings open. “Fuck, fuck.”
Pairing: Rude/Reno + Tseng
Prompt: Written for livejournal's 78_tarot community. 0 The Fool
Summary: Reno wants Rude to help him get into Tseng's pants.
Word Count: 260
~~
“This is a bad idea,” Rude says.
“I ever tell you, partner, you fucking worry too much?” He looks back over his shoulder at Rude, shit eating grin on his face. He’s leaning over the desk, stretched out on top of a desk pad calendar, each box marked with notes and reminders.
Reno’s added a few more appointments, his spidery handwriting standing out starkly against Tseng’s neat script.
Monday, September 21, 10am: Fuck Reno senseless in the stairwell.
Tuesday, September 22, 4pm: Bend Reno over the pinball machine in the lounge and fuck him senseless.
The list continues on.
“Unlike you, partner,” Rude says, stroking Reno’s hip, “I don’t have a death wish.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Reno says with a moan. “Best fucking idea I’ve ever had. And I know you wanna fuck Tseng just as bad as I want him to fuck me. So you with me, or not?”
Rude checks his watch. They probably have thirty seconds, maybe a minute before Tseng gets there.
Reno’s pants are already down around his ankles. Rude still thinks this is a bad idea, but Reno’s bad ideas, those involving sex at least, don’t always end up as badly as they logically should.
Reno’s breath hitches when he hears Rude pull down the zipper on his black pants, and moans when Rude leans over him, pinning the redhead to the desk.
“Just like that, partner,” Reno pants. He freezes beneath Rude as the doorknob turns, letting out a shaky breath. “Shit yes,” he whispers as the door swings open. “Fuck, fuck.”