(I don't own Reno or Rude. I know this is sad, a tragedy really. I don't even own the meteor. I don't know what I would do with it if I did, but for disclaimer sake I don't own it.)(This is also posted on adultfanfiction. If you want the unedited for young viewers eyes version of this story go there.)
It filled the sky with its presence, a black shroud of death that hung lose against an already somber background. A rock so big that once it reached its destination, everything would just cease. Meteor. Unforgiving and final.
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Leaning against the edge of the open window, eyes closed against the slight breeze that swept across his face, Reno made an honest attempt to block out the thoughts of regret that came with the realization that this could be his last night. It was not the choices in life that he made that caused his stomach to tighten, but the loss of what could have been that nearly brought the Turk to his knees.
Jade eyes lazily opened to once again gaze at the sky, a barely audible sigh escaping him as once again the bottle was lifted to his lips and the cool amber fluid burned a trail down his throat. He grimaced at the awful taste, a frown marring his face as he brought the bottle up to eye level, the peeling label a testament of his frustrations. It was a cheap and retched excuse for company, but one he was quite familiar with. Raising the bottle a little higher he tried to block the meteor out of sight, but only ended up with a distorted shape of a blob for his trouble. It didn't matter what he did, whether closing his eyes or trying to cover it up, it never took care of the problem, just like drinking himself into oblivion wouldn't do a damn thing either.
Tomorrow they would try to stop the stupidity of one deranged man and maybe save the world in the process. Tomorrow he'd wake just as pissed as he was at the moment, but with the added bonus of a hang over to complicate things further.
Was it the possibility of death that angered him, or the lingering regrets that even the effects of alcohol couldn't dull? Taking another long drink from the rapidly emptying bottle he waited for the burn to settle in the pit of his stomach before kicking the wall in a childish display of anger. His momentary tantrum was interrupted by the only sound that filled the room. The sound of pages being turned and the dull clink of a glass being placed on the table.
Reno briefly looked across his shoulder at his partner. His mako colored eyes narrowing slightly before turning his head back to look out the window.
It wasn't the fact that Rude was being quiet that bothered him. That was just his partners nature, Reno was used to it. He was generally just a quiet guy and what he didn't say with words he said with his fists. It just made it all the more meaningful when Rude did talk. As if he internalized before he vocalized.
It wasn't even the fact the his bald companion was still mostly sober. Sure he had drank the same amount as Reno if not more. Rude just had more experience, not to mention body mass. It was one of the things that made Rude the ultimate drinking partner. They could consume the same amount of alcohol and Reno still had someone to carry him home.
Oh no, it was the fact that the stoic bastard was reading the newspaper as if it would yield some unknown answer. Shit Rude read the newspaper every day. Even though Reno was well aware that most of what his partner read was "ShinRa approved" for the public viewing, Rude still made a point of reading it. What really pissed Reno off even more was the fact that said newspaper was a week old. There wasn't anything in that paper that hadn't already been read or done.
Raising the bottle to his lips, Reno sighed once more before letting the alcohol slide past his tongue. The dull ache becoming a hazy funk as the whiskey wormed its way through his senses making an already reckless Turk less inhibited. Never once turning away from the window, to consumed with what lay beyond the panes of glass, he let it slip. A seemingly harmless question layered with meaning and invitation.
"Rude, do you have any regrets?"
From across the room, Rude peers over the paper he was pretending to read, his own thoughts swirling in his mind as he tried to sort them out. Did he have any regrets? Eyes that are hidden behind the ever present shades, are clouded for a moment as an unnamed, unvoiced emotion travels across them. The intensity of his gaze is hindered by both the lenses that hide his dark eyes and the fact that his partner has yet to face him. Folding the paper in half once, then twice, he places it on the table, he takes the nearly empty glass and drains completely. If they survive this, he'll blame the cheap whiskey.
Setting the glass down with a sigh, Rude loosens his tie and stands from his seat. Eyes never leaving the form of his partner, he slowly unzips the front of his suit coat and slides out of it, draping it across the back of his chair. With Reno's back still toward him, Rude takes his time and slips the glasses from his eyes to reveal an almost predatory gaze brought on by seemingly innocent words. Setting the glasses on top of the paper, Rude finishes loosening his tie and removes it completely. A moment passes before he begins the journey to his partners side, the redhead to absorbed in answering his own question doesn't even realize that his partner has taken to answering the question in his own enigmatic way.
Bringing the bottle to his lips once more, Reno almost swears off drinking if they make it out of this alive...almost. And as the burning liquid touches his tongue its descent is abruptly stopped as a firm hand makes its way across his back and up under his shirt to touch bare skin. Warm fingers caress the smooth planes of his back for a moment before pulling free and making their way to the smaller mans side, emerald eyes flutter closed as those same fingers press firmly against his stomach and pull him flush against the solid chest behind him. Reno let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding only to suck it back in with the feel of hot breath against the back of his neck followed by the gentle pressure of lips against the skin covering his rapidly beating pulse.
Reno brings one of his own arms up to caress the back of the neck belonging to the man behind him and sighs at the feel of warm skin beneath his fingers, when the younger Turk feels blunt teeth nipping possessively at his skin his grip on the bottle of whiskey loosens and it slips from his hand falling to the floor, spilling what little of its contents is left.
Rude's other hand moves up and down the length of Reno's side, stopping just short of the waistband of pants that were beginning to feel constricting. The bald man smiles against his partner when he feels a full bodied shudder pass through the smaller man. Every thought forced from his mind when Reno arches against him and a breathy moan passes through the younger Turk's lips. The sound washes over Rude and for once the stoic man feels the loss of control creeping up on him. As Rude turns Reno around to face him, he reaches up to push the unruly locks of red aside, the stoic man finds himself momentarily breathless as he is graced with a sight of unabashed passion.
Bright green eyes are half closed in desire, soft lips slightly parted draw shaky breaths in and release needy sighs as Reno's hands trail up and over the strong arms that hold him up. A deep blush fans across porcelain skin, traveling across his cheeks and trailing down his neck only to end where skin meets shirt. Licking his own lips, Rude can't help but wonder just how far down the blush reaches. Rude's eyes are at once drawn to his partner's lips when the tip of a pink tongue sneaks out from between them and swipes at the lower lip. Its the next breathy moan that has the taller man tighten his grip around a waist that fits perfectly between his own larger hands.
"Rude." He can't help it, gods only know how much he wants this, needs this. Reno doesn't care if he has to mewl like a kitten, he'll moan the mans name in any language, from any position so long as he doesn't stop. If they make it through this alive, he'll just blame the alcohol.
Rude can't recall a time when his own name sounded so good yet so wanton. Its enough to have him swallowing hard and groaning in return. And when the two sets of eyes finally meet all else stops around them and for once there is no meteor. There is nothing beyond the four walls surrounding them. And if someone does dare to intrude on a moment that is seemly perfect, well Rude thinks gods help them, because with the way Reno is looking at him right now, they had better have a damn good reason.
Pulling the younger Turk closer with one arm wrapped possessively around his waist and the other hand gripping the slender neck, Rude draws Reno in for kiss, lips tentatively touch at first, as if at any moment either one of them could regain some semblance of sense of put a stop to this. There was still time to back out. Blame the alcohol, blame the giant rock threatening to destroy everything. If they stopped now the friendship would be shaky for a bit, but nothing would be damaged. But stopping meant losing the one thing that made sense. The one thing that Rude believed they were headed to from the beginning when Reno had first smiled that damn cock-sure grin and run head first into trouble. Rude was a planner, a by the book Turk. At least he was, until chance had brought an untamed partner into his life. And it was that same untamed partner who was nipping and kissing his lips and mewling like a kitten as he rubbed against Rude in all the right ways.
For one brief moment there is a pause in the soft touch of lips at the tension of the moment builds and then a battle for dominance takes place as the two men kiss and pull away only allow the barest amount of skin to touch, hands becoming more incessant in grabbing clothed skin, a trail of fingers against an arm and flat palm against the small of ones back.
In the end when Rude slides his tongues along Reno's bottom lips and seeks entrance, its the smaller man who concedes and parts his lips moaning softly as the invading tongue sweeps against the inside of his mouth and leaves no part untouched. Allowing Rude to take control of the kiss, Reno leans into the older man and wraps his arms around Rude's neck. They can taste the whiskey and nicotine in each other, but ultimately they seek to taste the essence of the other man. The kiss is long and languid, built up from unspent passion that pours out with each breath, sigh and moan.
In the pit of his stomach, Reno feels the tremors gathering before they travel through his body, causing him to quiver in his partners arms and as the kiss deepens and Rude lays claim to his partner, Reno's legs threaten to give out as his knees buckle.
Finally pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath and give the younger man time too, Rude is once again pushed to the edge of restraint as he attempts to memorize his partner in this moment should it be their last. Lips parted and kiss swollen, pant slightly as glazed eyes look at him like he is on the menu. Its the look of unadulterated hunger that catches Rude off balance. It's as if Reno is a starving man and the entree of the night is Rude. The older Turk isn't a prude, he's been with women and he's been with a few men, but none of them have anything on the lithe figure that is wrapped up in his arms.
For a moment beneath the lust, Reno seems fragile, as if with one false move he could crush the younger man. But looks can be deceiving and if Rude has learned anything about his partner its this; don't ever let your guard down, don't ever underestimate his size and never under any circumstances call him out on anything unless you want to be proven wrong and consequences be damned.
Chest heaving as he gasps for much needed air, Reno reaches up to trace the side of Rude's face. Skin that once seemed untouchable is warm and pliant beneath his fingers and if he could just freeze this moment in time he thinks that maybe if the world does end tomorrow it'd be okay, because for once he's being looked at with desire and not looked through with lust. Fingers ghost over the lips that had just so thoroughly kissed him and he can't help the hitch in his breath as Rude takes the tip of his middle finger into his mouth and gentle sucks the tip until Reno is whimpering in his arms.
Reno's eyes are transfixed by the sight before him and he can't help but want to see those gorgeous lips wrapped around another part of his anatomy. He can feel his face flush with heat at this thought and a groan escapes his lips. He knows he's acting like a smitten school girl about to loose her virginity to the local hottie, and he knows that if it were anyone but Rude before him he'd cut and run, because he isn't a school girl and he sure as hell doesn't use words like smitten. But as fate would have it, it is Rude and damn if its not hot as hell.
Reno had once been told that he was built to fuck. A body to bend and please and a mouth like a whore. Which worked out well considering his occupation at the time. But that was before ShinRa, before he had become a Turk and before Rude. At times it felt like another lifetime, a dream or rather a nightmare. Looking at his partner, soon to be lover, Reno could almost imagine he was about to give it up for the first time. Could almost pretend that what had come before had been another Reno and not him. In a way Reno rationalized it was a first for him. At the end there would be no money exchanged for services rendered and if he was lucky enough Rude would still be there in the morning.
Since becoming a Turk, he had not let a single man bed him, oh he had had offers but he turned them down. Not that Reno was celibate, oh no, he fucked like a whore still, but screwing women was as different as screwing a nameless john was to making love to the man who had been his partner since the beginning. But then again with throwing words around like lover and making love and smitten it could just be the alcohol.
Reno was jolted out of his thoughts as he felt his head being held between to massive hands, hands that could crush his skull like a grape, yet held him tenderly. He shivered involuntarily because it was so contradictory yet so right.
"You still with me partner?" Rude's voice sounded slightly concerned and underlined with want and need. It made Reno ache in places he didn't even know could ache. He couldn't voice a response when his mouth opened to reply it just came out a needy whine that was almost inhuman. All he could do was nod and look down. It only took a moment for Reno to regain himself and reach for the upper hand. He had played docile kitten for long enough, so it was a sly little smile and a come hither stare that graced his face when he looked back up at his partner, and taking Rude's hand in his own never once looking away from the man he backed up toward the bed.