Update July 2017: Hello! I've decided to update stories on this site and fix some grammar mistakes that have been making me crazy. This story was originally posted in 2011, hopefully my writing has improved! Planning to post some new stories soon.

The following contains slash and mature language/content.

I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy VII.

Reno was bored. Life had become too routine since the WRO had taken control of operations. Rufus Shinra stayed behind the scenes pulling the strings and providing the cash flow ever since the fiasco with the silver haired freaks and the Deepground debacle. Reeve had somehow managed to persuade the former president to take on this new outlook of world-saving, peace loving, hippie bullshit and attempt to rebuild the planet.

Missions were decidedly less interesting (read legal) and days were full of body guarding and paper filing. Errands and chores. Sit and be patient. Hurry up and wait. Boring.

The redheaded Turk was used to action. Sure, it had felt kind of nice in the beginning to no longer be the bad guy. It was fun to play the hero sometimes. But other times, doing the goody-two-shoes thing was beyond dull. The other Turks seemed perfectly fine with the transition. Tseng and Elena were enjoying their new schedules to date like a normal couple (finally), and if Rude had a complaint he didn't voice it. Then again, Rude didn't really voice much of anything most of the time.

Reno and his partner had taken to spending their free time frequenting some of the local bars in Edge, shooting pool and talking shit. They'd become a somewhat regular sight at Seventh Heaven and Tifa seemed alright with their company. Reno might even go so far as to call her and some of the other members of Avalanche friends. On occasion, some of them had even joined the two Turks for a manly night of poker and whiskey.

Tonight, however, was proving to be a complete dud. Tifa and Strife were busy playing house on the one night the bar was closed. Tseng and Elena were celebrating their anniversary or something else as horridly romantic. Cid was back in Rocket Town and Vincent was off being creepy somewhere. Reeve was playing with his dolls and Rufus was being his usual antisocial, asexual self. (Reno had ascertained after living with the former president for those years in Healin that although the man was decidedly human, and not a bad one at that, he was still cold and distant, even outside of an office.)

Then Rude, his parter, Reno's lifeline, was on a date. A Date. Baldy had somehow ended up finding a cute brunette to take out several times over the past few weeks. At first this new development made Reno happy for the other man. His best buddy deserved some action. Now though, everyone was busy, and the one person he could go to entertain himself was off wooing some woman with his amazing silent charms.

Just great.

Reno was flopped on his couch considering the options. This wasn't the first time everyone was occupied, but for some reason the idea of ordering pizza and watching slasher films didn't hold the same allure it usually did. That's when it hit him.

He needed to get laid.

How long had it been since his last one-night stand? A month? Two? Somehow the redhead had gotten so caught up in the routine he loathed that he'd been neglecting his usual habit of sleeping with anything and everything on two legs.

Invigorated by this revelation, he jumped off the couch and with renewed energy headed into his bedroom to change out of uniform. After all, the Turk status could still be somewhat of a social stigma in some places. Even if Shinra had changed direction.

Reno had opted for a pair of snug dark jeans and a black fitted T-shirt,with chain link designs running across it. His boots were replaced with black designer shoes and his trademark goggles were removed, allowing the lose strands from his ponytail to frame his face. He absently rubbed at one of the red tattoos under his eyes and considered his look.

Finally deciding that he was fit for the club, Reno left his apartment and climbed onto his new beautiful baby. A bike he'd been working on for a couple years. With the help of Strife's motorcycle know-how she was finally finished and even rivaled Cloud's Fenrir.

He took off, racing through Edge, weaving along the narrow streets to downtown. Once geostigma was done with the night life in all the major cities had grown exponentially and the social scene was almost back to normal.

He parked a block down from Club Spiral and proceeded to saunter his way down the sidewalk, taking a look at the patrons lined up to get in. Reno cut to the front of the line, flashed his Shinra ID at the bouncer, and entered the new atmosphere.

The club was divided into three sections. At the entrance there were curtains surrounding several tables and couches and to the right was a ramp that led down to a dance floor with raised platforms and poles. The pounding music diffused through the floor and flashing lights kept the energy high. Another ramp straight ahead led up to the bar, where customers were seated in high stools or lounging in dark booths and looking down on the crowd below.

Reno went to the bar and downed his first drink of the night, straight bourbon, before working his way to the dance floor. He was lost in the lights, the feeling of moving bodies, and the pounding of the bass in his ears. Several people danced with him, male and female, but none had quite caught his interest. After a while of fruitless searching the Turk went back to the bar in hopes of finding someone more worth his while. Sipping at his newly poured bourbon, Reno scoped out the potential candidates…and did a double take.

Leaning on the bar a little ways away was a man. He was tall and lanky, but had a decidedly fine ass. He was wearing gray slacks and a slightly untucked white button down with a loosened tie. The man had an attractive profile, with high cheekbones and no stubble. But none of these things were what caught Reno's attention. No, what had caused him to look back was the bright red, the reddest red that Reno had ever seen. This red hair was brighter than his own, like fire in the dark, and was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail that spiked out of the back of the man's head. Instantly, Reno was curious. Was it natural? Is that even possible? And he was itching to see what the rest of his newfound interest's face looked like up close.

This was the worst day of Axel's entire life, at least so far. It seemed like things could only go downhill from here. His best friend was getting married and he was meant to be the best man. Roxas, whom he had been secretly in love with for the past ten years, was getting married. Axel had told him yes, of course he would be the best man (internally wondering if he was some kind of emotional masochist). What else could he say? It wasn't like his little blonde friend knew of his infatuation.

He'd been quietly wishing that things wouldn't work out. Roxas would be single again, and realize how fantastic his best friend was and they would live happily ever after.

Yeah, right.

Those dreams were now over. Roxas was straight and was marrying Xion. Axel felt a little guilty for his desires. He was, after all, Xion's friend too. The guilt simply added to his dilemma.

Worst. Day. Ever.

Axel downed another shot of tequila, hoping that maybe if he drank enough his sorrows could disappear, if only for a little while. He was slumped at the bar in some club, the name long forgotten, trying to block out the energy around him and lose himself in a drunken haze. Damn his tolerance.

Demyx, his only friend that knew of his secret, had convinced him that the best course of action was to go clubbing and realize there are other fish in the sea. His mullet-hawked companion had long ago been swept up in the music and Axel knew he would be spending this night alone.

Again.

He'd dated a little over the years. A month here, a couple weeks there, but nothing lasted. He was caught up in his unrealistic fantasies and kept himself going on his own lies that someday, someday, Roxas would look at him and see. But that…was never going to happen.

The finality was crushing.

Loosening his tie, Axel poured more salt on his wrist and took another shot. The burn down his throat reminded him that he was still alive, even if his heart was shattered.

When did I become such a sap?

Out of the corner of his eye, Axel saw someone approaching him and he groaned internally. He didn't want to be bought a drink or asked to dance. He wanted to drown and be lost. He wanted to rewind the clock, be allowed to dream a little longer. He wasn't ready to wake up.

"So, you a real redhead?"

Reno had worked his way along the bar, putting on his most alluring grin. Up close he could see the small purple diamond tattoos on the cheeks of the other man just below the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes almost glowed in the dark club. If his interest was piqued before, now Reno was hooked. This guy had to be able to provide some kind of entertainment.

Green, green eyes connected with his blue-gray and stared for a moment.

"What?" The other man asked, somewhat disbelievingly.

"I said, 'are you a real redhead,' yo." Reno's grin widened to cheshire proportions. He could see a slight sway to the man's stance, but his eyes were still sharp, not too drunk yet.

"What kind of question is that?"

"The curious kind, yo. You gonna tell me, or do I have to find out for myself?"

The man looked baffled and Reno chuckled quietly. "Let me buy you a drink, yo. I'm Reno. What's your name hot stuff?"

"Axel, memorize it."

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Was this guy for real?

That had to be one of the dumbest pick up lines Axel had ever heard, but soon enough he found another shot waiting for him and he was downing tequila with this 'Reno'. The other redhead was a little shorter than him, and had his slightly less bright hair in a weird style, with spikes up top and a long pony tail that went half way down his back. Blue-gray eyes studied Axel closely and underneath those eyes were sweeping red tattoos, like claw marks or something. He was dressed casually and standing a little too close to be strictly friendly.

Axel found himself counting the number of drinks he'd had so far. He wondered if he was more drunk than he realized because before he knew it Reno had a grip on his tie and was half dragging him away from the bar.

"You dance, babe?"

Babe?

"Yeah I can dance, spitfire." Reno grinned at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little. Axel was at a loss for why he was following this man. Didn't he want to be left alone? Wasn't he supposed to be depressed or something?

Reno had released his tie, opting to position those hands directly on his hips with a knee between his legs. He guided Axel to the beat, breath hot on his partners neck. Axel found himself draping his arms over Reno's shoulders, enjoying the sensations too much to be healthy. He was getting lost, the music was too loud, there was too much alcohol in his blood, and Reno's breath was sending shivers down his spine.

Suddenly one of Reno's hands had wandered a little bit south and Axel gasped slightly at the firm kneading grip on his ass. He combed his fingers down Reno's long red ponytail drawing himself a little closer. Axel had the weird feeling that somehow they were competing and he was wondering how much he really wanted to play along.

Now this was how to spend a Friday night. Axel had seemed unsure at first, but soon enough was pulling closer and grinding back against Reno. Either he was more wasted than Reno thought, or Axel really didn't mind his wandering hands.

Reno looked into the other redhead's slightly flushed face and felt warm hands running though his hair and along his back. Time to kick things up a bit.

He let his right hand sweep up to further untuck Axel's shirt, and then plunged it down into his pants, under boxers. He liked the contrast of the smooth skin over toned muscle and the little moan he heard escape Axel's throat.

He liked the little nibble to his left earlobe even more and the way his dance partner was now clinging to the back of his T-shirt. Reno turned his head and captured Axel in a heated kiss.

At first it was mostly lips and clanking teeth, a brief fight for dominance. Soon enough, Reno had his tongue exploring Axel's mouth, tasting of cinnamon and tequila, and Axel was making little noises while burying his hands in Reno's unbound hair.

Perfect.

They were both absently grinding, unconsciously following the rhythm of the still pounding music. The make-out session was getting more fiery, restless energy building up from both men. Reno's other hand slid from its perch on a rounded hip to grope Axel in an even more personal place, and that's when the other redhead broke the kiss, again looking a little unsure.

"Wanna step outside?" Reno breathed directly into Axel's ear, a grin firmly planted on his face. Axel nodded and followed him through the club out into the crisp air that was so much cooler than the crowded atmosphere inside.

They were standing outside the back entrance, the quiet of the alleyway almost deafening after all the loud music. Reno leaned against the side of the building digging in his pockets for his pack and zippo.

"You smoke, yo?" Reno asked positioning a cigarette between his lips and lighting up.

Axel nodded in response to the question and dug around in his own pockets, extracting a pack of cloves. He was still a little behind on how he ended up getting groped on the dance floor and even more confused as to why he didn't mind. Clearly Reno wanted to sleep with him, or rather be doing something that was definitely not sleeping.

Smirking, Axel came to the conclusion that this was exactly what he needed. It had been a while, and with Reno's tongue down his throat it had been awfully hard to think of anything else, including little blonde best friends and dreams that would never be reality. Deciding to step up his game, Axel stuck the clove in his mouth and leaned forward.

"Fuck me."

"What?" For the first time that night Reno looked a little taken aback, eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline.

Axel's smirk widened and, grabbing the back of the other man's head, he leaned even further in to light his cigarette using the cherry on the end of Reno's. He inhaled with a little crackle of the tobacco leaves and straightened throwing his head back to blow his smoke out into the night sky.

When his gaze returned downward, Reno had one eyebrow raised and his grin back. Dangerous eyes bore into Axel, a new fire behind them. The look sent a little shiver down his spine and Axel wondered what exactly he was getting himself into.

All part of the fun of sleeping with strangers, right?

Suddenly, Reno was pitching his cigarette and stalking (yes, stalking) closer to Axel. His breath caught as one hand wound into his hair and another pushed him back into the wall of the building across the alley. He grunted slightly on impact, but it was swallowed by Reno's hot mouth in another bruising kiss. Axel let his own hands do a bit of wandering, feeling lean muscle along the other redhead's frame.

He broke the kiss again, this time for air, but Reno was instantly biting and sucking on his neck, rolling hips and that hand still tugging his hair.

Axel subconsciously tilted his head to the side to give Reno better access. Then he had to bite his lip to stifle a whimper when Reno found his weak spot just behind his ear.

Whimper, really? When did I become such a fucking girl?

Reno chuckled, and Axel could almost feel it before he heard it, their bodies were pressed so close together.

"Let's get outta here, yo."

This guy was getting hotter by the minute. That whole "fuck me" comment had brought all kinds of images to the forefront of Reno's imagination, and he intended to see those ideas come to fruition, even if Axel really had just been referring to lighting his cigarette. He intertwined his fingers with the unnaturally warm digits of Axel's right hand and led him out of the alley towards his bike.

"Nice ride." Axel whistled slightly, taking a look at his motorcycle. Reno briefly wondered how much the other redhead knew about mechanics, but that sort of conversation could wait.

"You bet babe. Hop on, yo." Reno took his place on the bike, and Axel scooted up behind him, sitting very close with long arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Reno drove at the same break neck speed he usually did, Axel's hands briefly gripping him a little more harshly in shock before relaxing again. Reno could hear the other man's laughter in his ear, the kind of crazy laugh that one got with a spike of adrenaline. He liked that sound.

They stopped in the parking deck below his apartment building. Axel was kissing the back of Reno's neck and his fingers danced along the little patch of skin visible between his shirt and low jeans. Reno twisted in his seat and planted another firm kiss directly on Axel's lips before pulling the other man up with him and led them towards the stairs.

"There's an elevator over there."

"Only live on the third floor, yo."

Axel cocked an eyebrow but left it at that, and Reno was thankful.

Gods. I fucking hate elevators.

They stumbled together up the stairs, groping and kissing, movements becoming more frantic and hurried. Clothing was getting disheveled and kisses were getting sloppy. The exit to the stairwell banged open when they reached Reno's floor and he blindly led Axel to his apartment, fumbling a little with the lock. He tugged the other redhead inside and slammed the door with a well placed kick, lips securely over Axel's the whole time.

Reno pushed him through the dark apartment and into his bedroom. The back of Axel's knees connected with the bed and he fell onto the mattress, a small (adorable) squeak audible in the quiet room. Reno undid the tie and began attacking the buttons of Axel's shirt, leaving open mouthed kisses down the lean chest, stopping to pay extra attention to Axel's rapidly hardening nipples, and continued his way down to the waistband of his slacks.

He glanced quickly up into Axel's lust-hazed eyes, before letting his nimble fingers undo the belt and fly before him in a few quick motions. Axel lifted his hips to allow Reno to move his pants and boxers down in a harsh tug so that they rested around his ankles. Then...Reno took a moment to enjoy the view.

Fire-red hair was disheveled and falling loose from Axel's pony tail. Green, green eyes were boring into him, and his tattooed cheeks held a faint blush. The open shirt framed Axel's thin, slightly heaving chest, and his muscled legs were bared to the cool air of the bedroom, small goosebumps present on his pale thighs. On his right hip was a distressed looking eight in roman numerals, and Reno briefly wondered what it could mean. The best sight, however, was right in front of his face, the question which had sparked his curiosity earlier that night, now answered.

"So you really are a real redhead."

This was heaven. If Axel thought Reno's mouth was hot before, it was nothing compared to now. The man knew what he was doing and Axel was incapable of forming a complete thought, or controlling his voice apparently.

He could hear chest-deep moans and things like "Gods...R-reno..." filtering past his lips, eventually shoving a knuckle into his mouth to stifle the embarrassing sounds. It was all so good and Axel wanted it to last forever, but he could feel a pressure building inside him like white-fire.

"Reno...I-I'm gon-gonna…"

And just like that, Reno stopped. Standing quickly, and flashing another grin at Axel's disappointed expression, he stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before Axel could register that he'd moved.

"Don't worry, Sexy. Only gets better from here, yo." Reno said while undoing his belt.

Realizing that things were most definitely not over, and catching on to the direction they were headed, Axel hurriedly removed the rest of his own clothing, cursing when his wrist briefly got stuck in the sleeve of his shirt. When he looked back up, Reno was turned the other way rifling through a drawer. Axel admired the muscled torso and backside, but raised his eyebrows slightly at all the scars that decorated the sinewy frame.

How could he have gotten all of those?

He scooted back on the bed and Reno crawled up between his open legs placing a couple things on the bed beside them. Then, they were kissing again, fiercely and hard enough to steal Axel's breath. Hands were back to wandering, petting, groping, feeling. Axel couldn't get enough, and it didn't seem Reno could either.

"You have any preferences, yo?" Reno's hands settled at Axel's waist and the shorter redhead ground his hips down into his, making it difficult to focus.

"U-uh…" Axel realized that a question had been asked but it was becoming more and more difficult to form coherent thoughts. All he knew was that he wanted Reno to keep touching him, to keep moving his hips in that intoxicating way, and to keep drowning in his kisses.

Axel felt a slick probing finger, in a place where fingers weren't generally allowed. "This okay, babe?" Reno kissed along Axel's collarbone and teasingly circled his entrance.

Axel laid back onto the bed and nodded vigorously, realizing that was exactly what he wanted. Reno lifted one long leg over his shoulder and positioned the other at his waist. Axel grimaced, a little unaccustomed to the sensation, and focused on the ceiling while remembering how to relax.

"Look at me."

Redirecting his gaze, Axel was met with Reno's burning stare. He took a sharp intake of breath as Reno brushed something inside him that made him see white. Reno was grinning again and Axel was running hands up and down the other man's strong thighs, encouraging him to hurry the fuck up. Reno, however didn't seem to be in any rush and took his time with one, and then two fingers, lazily continuing his stroking and petting with his other hand, and it was driving Axel insane.

"E-enough!" Axel finally gritted out.

"Hmm?" Reno hummed back.

"Quit fucking around and get in me already!" Axel bit back, frustrated and sick of foreplay.

"You got it, yo."

Then he certainly did. Get it that is.

Reno was rocking into him, at first shallow and fast, then deep and forceful. Axel was catching on to the rhythm and rolling his hips to meet every thrust. He reached up to grab Reno's shoulders and pulled him into another firm kiss, a little proud of the way the other man groaned and garbled out what might have been a version of his name. Their breath was intermingling and the speed was getting out of control. Axel was suddenly aware of how loud he was being, about to be a bit embarrassed, before he realized Reno was equally as vocal. He was yelling a few curses and things like,"A-axel...holy...fucking tight".

Then one of the hands on his hips snaked its way between their bodies to go back to stroking, and Axel was gone. Over the edge into oblivion, riding out an intense orgasm while his partner continued for a few more thrusts before joining him in bliss.

Reno flopped onto the bed beside him, panting a little. The other man leaned over to grab a tissue off the night stand to wipe away the mess on Axel's stomach and pitched it into the waste basket along with the used condom.

Axel found himself really hoping that the other redhead wasn't going to throw him out right away. He'd drank, after all, at least five shots and just had the most intense sex he'd had in months, maybe years, and he really just wanted to go to sleep. Right here. Right now.

His worries turned out to be unfounded when Reno slung an arm across Axel's waist pulling him a little closer and planting a soft kiss on his shoulder.

"G'night." Then Reno's head promptly hit the pillow and he fell asleep.

Thank the gods.