Halo | By : allezcuisine Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Halo" - Depeche Mode
You wear guiltIt was the usual Friday night crowd at Seventh Heaven, and Tifa was running herself ragged tending bar, alongside her two other bartenders who filled in on weekends. The bar was packed, but the crowd began to thin out a bit shortly after midnight. Cloud and Barret were present, serving as 'unofficial' bouncers, who escorted unruly patrons out, if they got too rowdy. Barret mostly stood in the corner, arms folded across his chest, glowering at everyone. Cloud circulated through the room, making mental notes of who needed to be shut off, or just observing those few who seemed like they were looking for a fight.
As the night drew to an end, Cloud asked Tifa to pour him a double bourbon, as he continued to survey the crowd. It had been reasonably quiet, Cloud thought gratefully. He certainly wasn't afraid to throw someone out of the bar - particularly if they were asking for it, but it quite simply, was never a pleasant task. "Hey, Cloud?" Tifa said, as she set Cloud's drink in front of him. "Can you take care of something for me? One of my regulars said there's someone practically passed out in the men's room, and I guess he was kind of being an asshole to everyone who was going in there...can you check it out?" "Sure, Tifa," Cloud replied, as he quickly downed his drink, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Smiling, he told Tifa, "I'll have another one when I get back...hopefully this won't take too long." "Thanks, Cloud," Tifa replied, smiling as she took his glass, and began refilling it. Cloud made his way over to the mens' bathroom and slowly opened the door, steeling himself for whatever he might encounter. He blinked in surprise, as he saw nobody in the bathroom except for Reno - he was sitting on the floor, with his back to the wall, looking disheveled, and a bit inebriated. Was he the drunk everyone had been complaining about? "Get the fuck out," Reno barked, not even looking up at Cloud. "Trying to think, yo." Sighing, Cloud walked over to where Reno was sitting, and extended a hand. "Reno, it's me. Here, let me help you up." Reno looked up in surprise, staring at Cloud for a second, then nodded. He grasped Cloud's hand, and allowed himself to be pulled up, swaying a bit as he did so. "Sorry," he muttered apologetically. Cloud raised an eyebrow in surprise at Reno's state. The Turk was someone who could hold his liquor; many were the times that he himself had drunk Cloud under the table. Cloud wondered why Reno had gotten himself into such a state. "Something wrong?" he asked Reno, as the redhead tried to stand, swaying and pitching as if he were a newborn foal. "Nothing worth talking about," Reno muttered, as he pitched forward violently. "Ahh, damn it!" he cursed, as he fell into Cloud. He placed a hand against the door of the stall to steady himself. "Shit, man," Reno mumbled. "I...need a glass of water. I'll be fine, I just need...water. And some fresh air." "Come on," Cloud murmured, "I'll help you out to the bar, Tifa can get you some water." The swordsman reached a hand out toward Reno again, to help him along. Reno reached for it, but misjudged and pitched forward again. Instead of grabbing Reno's hand, Cloud's extended hand made direct contact with his crotch. Cloud was barely paying attention himself; he wondered if it was the three double bourbons he'd consumed that evening were starting to make his head feel swimmy. As Reno fell toward him, Cloud's open hand closed over Reno's cock. "Shit!" Cloud murmured, after he realized that was not Reno's hand he now held in his own. "Fuck, I'm really sorry, Reno," Cloud muttered apologetically. "I'm not," Reno replied, gazing steadily at Cloud. "I'm not sorry at all, yo," he continued, leering. Cloud's face reddened even more, as he realized his hand was still there. Really, I should remove it, he thought. That soon became an impossibility, as Reno pressed himself into Cloud, pinning him against the wall of the men's room; and, effectively trapping Cloud's hand where it was. "Hey," Reno said quietly. "I'm...sorry if I caused a disturbance here. Obviously the men's room at Seventh Heaven isn't a good place for quiet reflection." "N-o-o," Cloud said quietly. Oh Gaia, he thought, his heart pounding. I can't move. I don't want to move. What the hell is going on here? "I suppose not." "It's a good place for this, though," Reno said, and kissed Cloud lightly on the lips. Cloud groaned, leaning into the kiss; then, suddenly broke away. "I'm...supposed to get you out of here, Reno," Cloud stammered. "Come on. Maybe...I'll get some fresh air with you, too. My head's feeling kind of funny all of a sudden." Reno laughed. "One kiss had that kind of affect on you? Damn, I'm good." He let Cloud put an arm around him, as he guided him over to the door. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, Reno," Cloud replied, smirking. He wasn't about to admit it, but Reno was right. That one kiss had done something inexplicable to him; he felt it all the way down to his toes. Well, and in his groin as well, certainly. I feel dizzy from a kiss...it's not just the bourbon making my head swim, it's Reno. There was something about Reno that had always attracted Cloud, but it was never a thing he could put into words; nor was it something he had ever admitted out loud. The two of them shuffled slowly out toward the bar, and Cloud asked Tifa for two glasses of water. "Sure thing," she said, shoving Cloud's glass of bourbon toward him. "Don't forget your drink here, too." "Ugh," Cloud groaned. He had forgotten that there was a fourth double bourbon waiting for him, and wondered how wise it would be to even drink it. It seemed a shame to waste it, though. "So," Tifa said, placing two glasses of water in front of Cloud and Reno. "Who was the asshole in the bathroom?" Reno opened his mouth, as if to speak, but Cloud gave him a look as if to silence him. "It was nobody, Tifa," Cloud replied. "Whoever it was, must have left." "Oh," Tifa said indifferently, as she wiped down the bar. "Just as well. Hey, you guys can stay here for a bit, but I'm locking up. Be right back." "Okay," Reno replied, sipping his water. "Thanks for the water, yo." "So," Cloud began, turning toward Reno. "Mind telling me why you got obliterated and went to a bar bathroom to think?" Reno sighed, as he reached in his jacket pocket for his ever-present pack of cigarettes, and placed one in his mouth. "Want one?" he asked Cloud. "Not right now, thanks," Cloud replied. "Trying to quit." "Oh, right," Reno replied. "Yeah, I've quit about twenty times already. Anyway," he continued, as he lit the cigarette, "I was just...being all emo and reflective today. You do know what today is, don't you, Cloud?" Cloud shook his head negatively, as he tried to think of some significance to the date. "No, I don't know," he admitted. "Nothing rings a bell, anyway." "Yeah, well. You were there when it happened, too. It was eight years ago today, that I dropped the plate on Sector 7," Reno replied, taking a drag off of his cigarette. "Oh," Cloud replied softly. It all came flooding back to him in a rush; how he'd tried, and failed, to stop Reno from activating the emergency plate release. He'd carried some guilt all these years as well, for his failure to stop Reno; Cloud had never thought that Reno himself harbored any guilty feelings over what he'd done. He always spoke as if it was just another part of the job. Turks did have to obey direct presidential orders without question; even Cloud knew that. But on that day, eight years ago, Cloud didn't think Reno felt an ounce of remorse for what he did. Guess he hid it pretty well, or something, Cloud thought. "Yeah," he said aloud. "I remember now. So...that's what's bothering you?" "Yeah," Reno said plainly. "It is." He stubbed out his cigarette, and drank the rest of his water. "Hey, I'm feeling better now. Drank too much too fast, but that glass of water helped. Could use some fresh air now, though. You coming?" "Yup," Cloud replied, nodding, as he got up from the barstool. He paused for a moment, blushing, as he asked, "Reno? Just now, in the bathroom..." His voice faltered, as he gazed into Reno's eyes, half-lidded with lust. Cloud felt something come undone inside of him, with the way Reno was looking at him. For years he'd been sneaking glances at Reno, thinking the Turk had never noticed, but apparently he had. After the two had become friends - reluctantly at first, Cloud began to see Reno a bit differently. No longer an enemy, for one thing. And gods, the man just oozed pure sex, with every movement, every little glance that he threw Cloud's way. Little did Cloud know, the feelings of attraction had been mutual, all all along. Tonight, an alcohol-addled Reno just finally decided to do something about it. "What about it?" Reno whispered, moving closer to Cloud. "It, um..." Cloud muttered, swallowing hard. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "It was nice." Reno grinned sideways at Cloud, and threw an arm around him. "Come on, let's get out of here. We'll talk. I've...wanted to do that for a while, you know." "Oh," Cloud replied dumbly, almost in a stupor as he and Reno headed toward the back exit. "Tifa?" Cloud called, as he saw her return from locking the front door. "Heading out the back door now...go ahead and lock up behind me, if you're all set?" "Yeah, everything's locked up here," she said, smiling. "Good night, Cloud...see you, Reno." "Bye, Tifa," Cloud said, giving her a small wave. He quickly exited through the back door, Reno following close behind. Moments later, they were in the back alley behind the bar. "So, Cloud, I-" Reno began, but his sentence was cut short as Cloud pinned him against the wall, and kissed him roughly. His hands wandered up and down Reno's shoulders and arms, as he continued kissing him, snaking his tongue into the Turk's mouth. Reno pulled Cloud into a heated embrace, and grabbed Cloud's ass, grinding into him. Cloud groaned, and pressed himself into Reno's pelvis, feeling himself stiffen. Suddenly the back door of Seventh Heaven flew open; Tifa, oblivious, came out with a bag of trash, heading toward the dumpster. She stopped short as she saw Cloud and Reno groping each other and making out. "Um...hi," she muttered, blushing. "Sorry, I'm just...cleaning up." "We're...just leaving now, Tifa," Cloud stammered, panting slightly as he pulled away from Reno. "Sorry." Tifa smiled sadly, and waved as she headed back into the bar. "It's okay, Cloud. See you around." "Oh man," Reno groaned. "Tifa. Weren't you two, like...together, once upon a time?" "Yeah," Cloud replied. "Once upon a time. It...didn't work out. For obvious reasons, I guess." "What reasons are those?" Reno asked quietly, nibbling on Cloud's collarbone. "Reasons like...I'm gay?" Cloud replied, groaning as Reno somehow, intuitively hit all of the right spots in kissing Cloud's neck. "Oh Gaia, Reno...I...I thought we were going to talk?" Reno drew back and stared at Cloud, touching his fingers to the swordsman's face. "Take me home, Cloud," he pleaded. "Take me home. I'm not letting go of you, not tonight. Just give me tonight. That's all I ask." I can give you more than tonight, Reno, Cloud thought. Aloud, he said, "Yeah. Let's go to your place. 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