Daily Pay

Daily Pay

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Pairing(s): Barret x Cloud

Summary: CHALLENGE FIC. Keyword: Money.

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Moans and animalistic grunts rung high in the heated air. The smell that filled the ever-growing-in-heat room was of sweat and an even more personal scent; of sex. The room only held a table that was set in an odd angle, closer to the far side of the wall, a large TV screen set closer to the exit which was in disguise as a pin-ball machine, and a punching bag hung over head in the far right corner. The floor and walls were littered with old news clippings, all about the ShinRa and AVELANCHE, and a few spent bottles of booze and porno magazines lay almost innocently around the rocking table.

Nearest to the crimson brown punching bag, two forms moved against one another quickly, a slapping sound of sweaty skin slamming into sweaty skin ringing just as loudly, if a bit less, as their grunts and moans. One of the forms stood tall, body thick with muscles and rippling with each violent strike, leaning slightly to cover the second, smaller form that lay back against the table, rocking with it with each thrust the taller made. The second was far more slender then the first, muscles less define, yet extremely more flexible, back arching up to make contact with more of that sweaty, burning flesh.

An almost iron hard dick raged hotly as it slammed into the opening of the slender one's entrance, moving faster and harder with each and every thrust made. A grunt would rip through the taller's throat with each pleasurable strike they made, throwing both farther into a sexual bliss and ever closer to their coming release. As the table squeaked against the floor, moving a bit from its set area by an extremely violent thrust, a louder then the other moans broke loose, rising from the smaller's lips as skinny fingers gripped the table's edge in wild desperation. The end was right around the corner, and both grew more violent and wild, slamming faster and harder, table getting pushed closer to the other side of the room with the force until the wall finally blocked its short journey.

A large hand gripped a feminine shoulder, forcing its owner to sit up to cover the dick completely in the heated entrance, guiding the smaller with one hand as it lifted the other to bounce on-and-off the erection. It was long after slender arms wrapped themselves around muscular shoulders did both finally reach their limit, one crying out in pleasurable bliss as the other groaned, muffling it as a mouth clamped over soft skin of the petite one's neck.

Riding the pleasure of their release, the tall, large man reluctantly slipped his now spent dick out from the other's hole, a slurpy noise breaking through the seemingly endless panting and huffing where both tried to regain their lost breath. Scanning the dark room with deep black eyes, the taller grumbled as he bent low to pick up his discarded pants, snatching up a long purple sleeveless, turtle-neck top. Tossing the shirt roughly to cover the smaller male's naked form, he grunted, "Get dressed."

Moaning as he pushed himself into a sitting position on the table top, trying to hide a wince at the sudden pressure on his sore ass, the younger man huffed before slipping the purple top over his head fluently. Running a hand through wild blonde locks, big blue eyes with a hint of mako in their depth locked onto the big black man as he roughly tossed junk around in search of other missing pieces of clothing. Rolling those blue orbs, the slender male coldly inquired, "Hey, Barret. When are you--"

"If its 'bout the money, shuddup," the gruff man snapped irritably, shooting an annoyed glare at the blonde man. "You'll get your money when everyone else does, spiky-ass! So keep yo' pants on!"

Muffling a chuckle into the palm of his hand, eyes twinkling in murf, the blonde replied, "But I don't have any pants to keep on. You made sure of that."

Cursing under his breath, Barret gave a fierce punch at the beaten-looking punching bag. Arm and gun-arm shaking violently in the air, the black man gave a crazed roar, shocking some of the drunken customers above in the 7th Heaven bar.

Breaking out into an amused laugh, the blonde gasped between fits of laughter as he said, "Y-you (gasp) look l-like a (pant) a freakin' (haha) a freakin' mad APE!!!"

"HEY! BOSS! CLOUD!" the voice of Biggs called from above, poking his head down the gaping hole to spot the loud pair, smirking lightly as Cloud quickly blushed and covered himself the best he could with the slightly over-sized top. Once Barret calmed down enough to actually listen, Biggs continued, "TIFA SAYS TO KEEP IT DOWN! YOU'RE BOTHIN' THE CUSTOMERS!"

"BIGGS! KEEP IT DOWN!" Tifa's voice screamed loudly at the ruffled brunette, too busy working the bar to actually do anything except fill and refill mug after mug.

Chuckling lightly, Cloud silently listened as Biggs quickly apologized to the big breasted woman with killer martial arts. Ignoring his earlier embarrassment, now that the other member of AVELANCHE was out of sight, the blonde returned to watching Barret continue his search for the missing clothing. "Oi, Barret..." Cloud spoke up once more, "I'll wait for the money until after the mission, but I want extra pay for the wait."

"WHAT?!" Barret roared, head snapping up from trying to look under Jessie's seat by the TV screen to stare at the blonde in bewilderment. "SHIT! You got 'nough money comin' to ya already!"

"Yes, but usually in situations like this," the blonde pointed downwards to his naked lap, "You pay 'em up front."

"But you ain't no damned hooker, so shuddup!" the black skinned man bit back, shoulders stiff and arched high in a defensive stance.

"Eh, was worth a shot," Cloud shrugged uncaringly, smiling lightly as he pushed his abused ass off the table top, bare feet plopping softly on the cold metal floor. Kneeling gingerly down, movements fluent and careful, the slender blonde easily reached under the table that now was pressed up against the wall, farther from the crimson brown punching bag. When he retracted his arm back to his side, Cloud's feminine fingers now gripped onto an overly large white t-shirt that had been tattered horribly at the sleeves, a crummy brown vest that had seen far better days, and puffy purple pants with a belt loosely wrapped around the waist line. Tossing the with shirt and vest over to the rather dumbfounded man, who had been watching Cloud's every movement as soon as his feet touched the floor. "Get dressed," Cloud mock-scolded, waving a finger at the older man before slipping on his own baggy pants, "I'm sure your daughter is wondering where her daddy went, so get. I need a drink."

"Tch, don't need ta tell me that," Barret grumbled moodily, throwing the almost sleeveless shirt over his head before struggling to slip on his trusty vest, "I was plannin' in seein' Marlene anyway, so shut ya spiky-ass mouth up, got it?"

"Whatever," hiding a smile, the blonde easily swayed over to Barret's side, gripping one side of the vest that hung limp to help pull it around the man's large muscular back. Patting his back, as the mini mission was complete, Cloud began to head over to the 'pinball' machine. As he tapped the hidden button to go up, Cloud could feel the large bulk of the older man as he stepped onto the lift as well, pushing the blonde closer up against the machine.

"...Here," Barret grunted, slipping a fat finger to slide under the blonde's belt as he set a piece of paper to rest. Returning his hand, he explained to the slightly puzzled blonde, "It ain't much, but just enough for a couple a drinks."

Giving him a charming smile, if not a bit teasingly, Cloud patted the revealed gil that was securely tucked away, jabbing lightly, "Oh, but Barret. I thought you said I wasn't a hooker."

"You ain't!" Barret roared loudly, ignoring the fact that they were now in clear sight to anyone who was in 7th Heaven's bar, the lift jolting lightly as it stilled. "I don't sleep 'round with sluts! That money is just me bein' nice, so be grateful."

"Don't worry, I am." Giggling behind a hand, Cloud leaned up to place a kiss on rough, chapped lips as he whispered, "Thanks for payin' for my booze. But we better stop talking about our sex life."

"WHAT?! Why?" the black man barked, raving his arms wildly over his head, reminding Cloud of the 'crazed ape' once again.

Pointing in the direction behind them, the blonde replied, "People are listening." Patting Barret on the cheek, and sending a wink his way, Cloud turned away and casually stepped towards the front bar, quickly ordering the strongest drink from his childhood friend.

Silently cursing his luck, Barret stomped off to where his daughter was playing outside with the little boy who lived nearby. Next time, they'd rent out the mini hotel upstairs. More privacy was extremely needed!

-owari-