gonnawinagain | you can run but you can't hide

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you can run but you can't hide

The players: Rude, Reno
The scenario: Two Turks just having a not-so-typical day at the office.
The setting: Some time pre-Reactor 1 bombing, Shinra HQ office of General Affairs.
Any warnings: Smut.

It had been a long night and unfortunately the Turks weren't one hundred percent certain it was quite over. To that end, they'd taken to the headquarters and each found something to occupy their time while they waited--for the call to arms or the end to come, either way they were ready and waiting.

For his own part, Rude had taken over the office space reserved for the Turks. He'd kept the office dark as his intention was to catch a few winks of sleep while he had the chance. As he lay on the couch, spread out across its full length with an arm behind his head to cushion it, he came to the conclusion that there was still too much adrenaline flowing through his veins from the action earlier that evening. His mind churned instead and he couldn't get to sleep.

Still he kept his eyes closed as he tried to meditate himself to sleep, concentrating on the his breathing and the darkness beneath his eyelids. He had finally gotten his mind to calm and his body began to relax when he heard the door to the office open and shut. He didn't need to open his eyes to know it was Reno that walked inside. He just knew it was his partner.

He didn't move as he waited for Reno to turn on the lights or demand "his" favorite lounging spot or...well, whatever it was that Reno would want tonight. Not that he thought it would fool his partner, nor convince the redhead to leave him alone so that he actually could get to sleep, but he purposefully kept his eyes shut. Without his sunglasses to hide his attempt Reno would have no excuse either, not that the redhead ever really needed one to do as he pleased.

Though, honestly, for once Rude kind of wanted Reno to distract him. Maybe Reno would encroach on Rude's space as his partner had been wont to do as of late--pressing his luck on just how long it would take for Rude to react to all the lingering touches he'd been trying to slyly ply the larger man with. Rude found it amusing, and it would make for a good distraction tonight. Maybe it was time to surprise the lithe redhead with a reaction Reno wasn't expecting...

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Where Rude meditated to calm the mind and body, Reno was an unbridled bundle of energy. Restless and agitated, still itching for more action but now forced to wait in a limbo. Wait for the answer whether they're off for the night or into the fry again.

Eventually, he sought out Rude on purpose. To find a balance, or just to annoy him. No problems finding him, since their methods of dealing with the current uncertainty while different, were familiar to each other.

So for the first time this evening, Reno slows down. He walks through the darkened room with light steps until he gets to the couch. Lingering in silence, just observing, looking for a twitch on Rude's face that would acknowledge his presence. Is his partner truly asleep?

Does it mean he can—

Several more second pass and Reno falls to a squat near the couch. Damn, the sunglasses hide that well, but Rude has truly some amazing eyelashes. Who would have thought? Few people get close enough to even catch a glimpse of that. Or of the freckled marks littering the tan skin. Reno realizes he got close enough Rude might feel his breath on his skin, but it's not like he cares about details like that.

Curious fingers, featherlight touches, brush against Rude's ear. One, two, three.

"Looks like a new piercing, partner" Reno whispers more to himself than to Rude, expecting the man to be asleep anyway. Though the thrill-seeker in him almost wants this to be enough to wake him up. What would he do? How would he react? Annoyed? Angry? Flustered? Embarrassed?

The first shift in Rude's position was that of his free arm moving up to grab at Reno's wrist and hold it in place. "You like it," the query was almost devoid of the usual lilt that indicated a question and sounded more like a statement, as if Rude didn't need a confirmation to know Reno's tastes. Or perhaps that he had confidence Reno wouldn't object to whatever Rude liked.

He turned his head and opened his eyes to look up at Reno hovering over him. He had guessed right; Reno was so close Rude could see the striations in the color of Reno's eyes. If he stared long enough he could probably get lost in those eyes but that would have ruined the perfect opportunity he now had.

Rude tugged gently on Reno's wrist, inviting the redhead to come closer, pulling in such a way that either Reno would start to grow uncomfortable from the stretch or give in and lean further forward. "Knew you wouldn't be able to resist for long," he commented nonchalantly. Whether he meant coming to find him or the very intimate position Reno had taken up after finding Rude, the bald man left up to Reno to interpret as he saw fit.

Did Reno have even one easily flustered bone in his body? Time to find out.

Reno fancies himself the unpredictable one but faced with unexpected action of Rude- he freezes momentarily. A deer in highlight, eyes (blue, green, depends on the light) blown wide, a soft quiet sound of surprise- that could be a fluster.

But as the tug in his wrist brings him closer, he snaps back. The deer scampers away, replaced by a sharp grin and a fluid motion of a predatory cat. Reno flings himself over Rude, settling himself on his partner's lap as if it was the most obvious place to be. As if that's where he belongs.

"Yeah, I like it. And I keep wondering about them-" the smirk makes it to the tone of his voice, challenging and curious. Only the fact that the tattoos on cheekbones became a little less visible as the skin they are inked on flushes might indicate existence of some evolutionary leftover of flustered bone. Does it count if he's owning that reaction though?

Rude grunted at the sudden motion--not because Reno was heavy or that he landed anywhere unwanted--but simply the quick movement elicited the tiniest of reactions from him and that's the way it came out. He shifted his head back to center position now that Reno was directly above him. His demeanor still read as relaxed and languid, almost something more along the lines of what Reno might display on a boring day, except that Rude's version still held that charming bit of calm and stoic aura to it. It made the air around him feel mysterious and uncertain, like anything could happen at the drop of a hat.

The accompanying faint creases around the corner of his lips and crinkle next to his eyes lent an ever more electric field to this particular conversation. It was rare to catch sight of such amusement from the bald man after all.

"You keep wondering what about them?" Rude asked, again nonchalant, as he rubbed his thumb across the vein at Reno's wrist where he still held the redhead gently, yet somehow firmly in his grasp. If he thought anything strange of his partner's newfound perch he wasn't making the objection known. Quite the contrary, Rude lifted one knee, bent it into position behind Reno, subtly pushing against the redhead's back and forcing him further up Rude's body. Not that he was ready to give Reno the satisfaction of knowing it but Reno was, in fact, exactly here he belonged.

Give a hand, and he'll take a whole arm, that is often a thing with Reno. He laughs, quiet and secretive but still as obnoxious as he ever does— as if he had won. Brow shooting up, mouth curled with a flash of teeth. Now that's a thrill.

Rare it is, the sight of Rude so unguarded so open— and yet still nearly impossible to read. But Reno knows, it's in the details. The crinkle, the crease and especially— especially where his eyes dart, how long his breath lasts. With his eyes covered one would need a sixth sense to be able to tell where his attention lies, or what is his mood.

Sixth sense Reno has developed over the years. Even if Rude bothered with the shades now he would be able to say that man's attention was focused singularly on him.

"Yea— kept wondering why you get them." Reno’s voice comes out raspy as he muses aloud, the thumb pressing against his skin with a certain deliberateness that makes it impossible to ignore. He adjusts his position as Rude does, without thinking, just natural side effect; waves, and ripples.

"I tried to find a pattern. Not for each kill, that's for sure. You'd be more metal than flesh by now— I thought it's for each brush with death. Puncture in a lobe, when the bullet that would fuck you up missed" He clicks his tongue, snaps his fingers and shakes his head, expression of dissatisfaction on his face. So very dramatic, theatrical even, Reno uses every movement and every sound he can to express himself "But that's not it either, these moments don't match—"

"Do they need a reason?" Rude countered softly. He was amused by Reno's musings on the nature of why he got the various piercings. His counter to Reno was less an admission to not having a reason and more a distraction from the truth, or perhaps a challenge for Reno to decipher. Was Reno onto something with his musings or was Rude actually admitting that he had little reason other than style in mind? That was for Reno to decide if he wanted to keep up the idle conversation.

In the meantime Rude had a more tactile distraction for Reno. Rude guided Reno's hand by the wrist he held and placed it on his chest just under his chin. As he rubbed his thumb against the vein one last time the digit changed angles and stroked upwards into the palm of Reno's hand. The thumb shifted to rubbing small circles around Reno's palm, slowly widening, with the intention of forcing Reno to unconsciously open his hand wider until his bare fingertips brushed Rude's chin.

Then it became a question of whether Reno could resist the obvious temptation or not. Rude was betting that his partner wouldn't have the wherewithal to even think about it. Why would he? He'd already invited himself on top of his "unwitting" partner. What was one more trespass in a series of infractions that led to right where he wanted? Most people would have found that sort of behavior annoying, uncouth, and maybe it was those things in some cases; but Rude found it oddly charming at times, Reno's insistent behavior rounding out his own quiet persona and balancing them out whenever they were together. It had certainly led to more than one thrill while they were on the job and Rude couldn't complain about that whenever he enjoyed it just as much as his partner. So why not another type of thrill, one more subtle and coaxing, that they could share out of the field?

It was the least Rude could do for his partner, give something back for all the fun Reno had given him over the years. It didn't hurt that he looked forward to it almost as much as, he suspected, his partner wanted it.

Hook, line, and sinker.

The subtlety of Rude's action is not entirely lost on Reno. He's just less likely to give it a thought, to take a slow note on it— instead, he sees the invitation, he dives right in. No question asked. No questions needed. It’s more fun that way.

Reno's fingers trail the chiseled line of Rude's jaw, enjoying how the line of his beard felt to the touch. Until he reached the ear, finger brushing the lobe, tugging at the earring. Reno had to keep all his barely-present self-control not to tug at it with his teeth, as he was tempted to for so long.

"You tell me... I'm only spewing the stories I came up with" His cocky attitude is not nearly as convincing when said in a breathless tone, but it still works.

And maybe the topic of ever-present cameras could come up, but what are they going to do. Fire them? It's not like anyone else is monitoring Turk business, but the Turks. The recordings are only there for a few days, just in case if something happened and they needed to see what.

Rude didn't care about any potential recordings of his actions with Reno tonight, or any other day or night in the past or future. Let the security guard have a show if they were into that sort of thing. If not, pity for them when the two Turks finally went too deep with one another. And if only another Turk saw it then that was fine. They would survive the mandatory reprimand with metaphorical fingers crossed behind their backs as they promised it would never happen again--no Turk would actually care about it anyway.

He let Reno's hand slide its way up his jawline with a loosened grip around Reno's wrist. He didn't want to impede Reno's progress but there was also the fact that he didn't want to relinquish his hold over his partner. Though the touch was tantalizingly pleasant Rude somehow managed to maintain his calm demeanor as he kept his eyes glued to Reno's own. The room was mostly dark but he could just make out hints of color from the little light that seeped in from the door cracks. If he forced Reno to bend closer to him again he would be able to make out more of the coloration of his eyes better as he had before when Reno was so close he could feel the air of his exhale.

"What if they were more special than all that?" Rude replied with a tantalizing mysteriousness to his tone. "What if they represented something more important than my own life?"

Rude shifted his whole body suddenly, as if attempting to regain some lost bit of comfort in his positioning. He steadied Reno with his hand that was suddenly free from the back of his head, placing it on Reno's side and rubbing it subtly up the line of Reno's ribcage to encourage Reno to feel free to lean forwards and lay on Rude's chest if he so felt the desire. His eyes flickered to Reno's hand at the top of his jawline and back again. Without taking his eyes off Reno's eyes this time he guided Reno's hand again by way of the wrist grip. Back down his jawline, past his goatee, brushing over his lips--where he rested the lithe hand so he could kiss the knuckles gently.

In the silence of the room, with only a steady, muted thrum of AC on the late-night setting, Rude's baritone reverberates and rumbles across the walls. Reno's focus shift on its cadence, on how Rude's lips and throat work as he speaks.

'What could have been more important than your life?' that's what he would ask in any different circumstances. With a snort and a teasing tone, as if Rude was saying something silly. Not now, and not here. He's hypnotized and drowned by the special moment they share.

So much that he doesn't realize where Rude takes his hand and— when his partner's lips brush his skin Reno breaks his silence with a shuddery gasp and then forgets how to breathe. Their gazes locked, green meeting brown, and maybe there truly is some magic (real, true magic, not the fabricated orbs from the lab) that makes the time stand still. Rude's calm and steady confidence, pulling Reno in like gravity. That's where he realizes——

——he's not in charge here, at least not right now.

At least it makes him remember how to breathe again. A twitch in the fingers of hand held captive by his partner, a fluttery pulse in the wrist, he wouldn't try to take the hand away even if someone ordered him to. Reno leans closer, his free hand splaying on Rude's wide, strong chest for support, so close now that stray strands of red hair might tickle Rude's skin.

"In that case— I'd really want to hear the full story behind them, partner"

Rude basks in that shaky gasp whenever Reno's surprise makes itself known. Mission accomplished, he had managed to elicit a reaction unexpected from the redhead, and his control over the situation was set firm. Rude reveled in it. The control he had over Reno right now was worth every effort to remain calm and slowly manipulate his partner. There was a certain kind of satisfaction gained through this method of control and Rude wanted to relish it for a bit longer.

Then perhaps another kind of satisfaction altogether could be indulged.

The immaculate Turk continued to run his hand up Reno's side, and then slowly back down the ribs again. He continued the motion as he spoke. "All right. I didn't start with a reason for them. Back when we first met, I just had the two for style. The look. You know."

Rude's hand slipped past Reno's side and pressed gently into his partner's back. He started low and worked his way high again. The timing was deliberate.

"Of course, thing's change with time. I didn't plan on it the first time it happened. But the coincidence wasn't lost on me. It became a pattern when I decided to do it again the next time it happened. And again."

He deliberately left out the most needed detail in the story as he told it, too. His hand rubbed back down Reno's back and splayed out at his lower back just above his pants' line. It held briefly there, then Rude worked it back up Reno's back.

"You want to know what could possibly be more important to me than my own life?"

This time whenever Rude's hand reached the top of Reno's shoulder blades, it didn't stop. His hand slipped up into Reno's hair and he tipped Reno's head further down towards him, moving his head out of the way only at the last second.

His voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke directly into Reno's ear. "You."

Reno's attention such got divided, fragmented, and yet at the same time solely focused only on Rude. It's between his words, his actions, and the warmth of his body is where the division of attention falls. The slow motion of his hands, drawing slow, unhurried lines across his body— each touch of strong hand sending electricity through his skin. And there's so much fabric blocking the full experience between them— clothes, gloves. So much. Too much.

But Reno is if anything, an expert at multitasking. Following the story told, until the inevitable conclusion— oh. Oh. His eyes open wide, lips parted as for the first time in years, he scrambles at his wit, searching for a reply.

One simple word, 'you', just that. That's enough to send him through a whirlwind of emotions he thought he buried long time ago.

Score for Rude, yet again he remains the unpredictable one now. Reno is supposed to be the chatty one, the gifted liar, a contrast to quiet and intimidating Rude, holding much gentler nature. But putting either of them into these neatly described boxes is denying them complexity. They're close, painfully close now. And the words don't come out as golden and perfect, as he'd like them to be.

That's what makes them genuine.

"So I'm leaving literal marks on you, partner" he whispers back, with a quiet purr. His other hand still on Rude's chest, feeling steady, calm heartbeat— which seems to be in direct contrast to his own frantic pulse.

For the first time, he tries to push a little against the hand on the nape of his neck. Just enough so he can get a better look into Rude's warm-coloured eyes. It's less a challenge, and more a test of how much push-and-pull Rude would allow, want in this new dance of theirs.

The need to just lean forward, to press their lips together, to feel how Rude tastes like— he's not good in denying his impulses, but for few more seconds he manages to control himself.

But he wants to hear the end of this story. Even if he thinks gets the idea what kind of situations Rude is making mementos of.

"Mm, so you are," came the quiet but steady reply.

Rude's hand dug into the hair at the nape of Reno's head, tangling itself up in the strands above the ponytail tie. Yet he allowed Reno the push so they could look at each other. He'd had his fun with the reveal, whispering into Reno's ear, and now that it was over there was no reason to deny Reno his freedom. Besides, Rude had wanted to gaze into those beautiful eyes so close again anyway. A small smile danced on the edge of his lips as he gazed up at his partner's face.

He could feel the tension in Reno's body and a small spike of delight coursed through him when he realized--suspected--it was from the desire to move, to act. Rude could see it in Reno's eyes though: the redhead wasn't trying to escape, he was fascinated, drawn into this delicate position like a moth to flame. So if he wasn't trying to get away that left one other option for Reno to be so hyped up.

For a moment Rude couldn't speak. That was fine, it filled the air with more anticipation, forced Reno to wait and coil into a tighter spring. The thought amused the bald headed Turk. Which helped him to remember how to breath evenly, keeping his demeanor of calm so he could rule over the situation. But for a moment...he was struck by how fortunate he was to have Reno for his own. How lucky that he'd made the gambit and won the grandest prize. Grateful that they met, thankful for how easily they worked as one, how seamlessly they fit together.

"You've figured it out, haven't you?" he asked his smaller partner. His voice was a low rumble by this point. They were so close he needn't speak any louder. He released Reno's wrist and with the now freed hand he took a finger and ran it down Reno's jawline. "Those events match up, don't they. The one's where you put your life in my hands. The opportunities you gave me to protect you."

Opportunities. An unusual way to phrase those situations. Most people would look at those days and say that Reno had put them in danger, running headlong into trouble or causing it or simply pushing to far, too hard in battle. For Rude though these were days full of action and thrill, the sharpness of danger turned into pleasure as it tickled the senses, made everything bright and quick and vibrant. His heart only stopped whenever he found Reno too close, frighteningly close to death's door, and those moments slowed down so acutely--he didn't think, just acted, put himself into harm's way to make sure of one thing: Reno would be okay. Nothing else mattered.

Somehow, it always turned out fine. Rude didn't have any illusions of grandeur though, he knew one day it could turn out to be the last. He wasn't invincible any more than Reno was. He simply was hardier enough to take a larger beating. He was all right with that. If his time came early that was fine so long as he got to go down swinging. And with Reno at his side.

"I will always," Rude began slowly. His thumb hooked around the other side of Reno's jaw and he squeezed softly, just enough tension to allow him to pull Reno so close their noses were touching. The hand on the back of Reno's head kept him there. "Always. Be there for you."

He didn't give Reno the time to breath. Another nudge in the right direction, and he captured Reno's lips with his own, kissed him softly. A gentle test, a tentative taste. A deceptively tender start.

The opportunities you gave me to protect you. The moments his luck nearly run out, the dangerous gamble didn't work out, or simply something unexpected, something unaccounted for happened. So these are not mementos of Rude's near-death experiences, but his own. Moments where only timely Rude's intervention, rescue, or diversion made him survive the night at all.

It's inevitable, they will meet their ends on their job, or because of their job. That's just a cold and hard fact. Live hard and fast, die pretty and young, or whatever these underground bands are singing these days— Reno doesn't want to sacrifice himself for the job, but he would bite the bullet for someone of his team, especially for Rude. And he knows the sentiment is returned, he knows because all too often had he been hauled from something too dangerous by his trusted partner.

It's selfish, but if there is one thing Reno wants, is not to see Rude crash and burn. If they end together, that's one thing, but the idea of being the one surviving, of the one being left behind (alive) terrifies him.

Maybe he should be the one marking the moments when Rude got too close to these doors, maybe this charm, this tradition— maybe it's working. And if Rude keeps him alive with this memento magic, so should he in return. So it's even, and fair.

It's pointless though, he knows, one that is easily and quickly forgotten. Not to be clung to when everything spirals down into— into this. The moment that defies description, the dream that never could become reality, the intimacy that neither of them could allow with anyone else.

And it's unlike any other kiss Reno has had (not that there was many, he usually sneered at such displays of affection— they were reserved for people that meant it, and he never slept with anyone that meant anything)— it's electric, it sends sparks of pleasure shooting down his spine, and it makes him shiver with impatience. But the way Rude carries himself tonight, the way his hand rests on the nape of a slender neck, it's all sending a message and one that Reno has to force himself to obey. Gentle, slow, but also a little bit threatening— in the best way.

Reno can't play nice all the time, his weight shifts, as he tries to find more leverage and he ends the slow initial kiss with a playful brush of his tongue against Rude's lips. He was stopping himself the entire time from deepening the kiss, and he knows he won't be able to stop himself another time.

But now that he got a moment, a moment to react, to give a crooked smirk, to say something flirtatious or crass, Reno is mute, flushed, and completely out of his depth. `I will be always there for you` words he never expected to hear, words he has no idea how to respond to. Cynically it could be said that it's just a lie, there is no `always` and no `forever`, everything and everyone ends. But he's a liar that lies, and that makes him really adept at spotting truth, something honest and genuine— that has its own colour, it's own taste, and he can see it in every Rude's move and in his every word now.

"I..." he exhales loudly, eyelids fluttering rapidly before he regains the (almost) usual bravado. "Rude... where did you learn that?"

Reno moves closer again to press their foreheads together. "Don't make it sound... like you promise to die for me. You're not allowed that, ya know? You're not allowed to leave me behind."

You're not allowed to go alone

Rude's whole plan for the next step in his game was put on sudden hold as he listened to Reno's words and instead of moving forward he took the time to process them. The kiss put on hold was shoved to the back of his mind so he could focus--otherwise he would have wondered why he let Reno end it when he hadn't intended to and he never would have given a second thought to Reno's words as he forced the redhead to continue. That was unfair though wasn't it. Reno had revealed a part of himself to Rude and the least he could do was acknowledge that precious admittance.

Rude blinked and realized that pressed together like this he could feel Reno's lashes against his own. It was oddly intimate and...cute, and Rude had half a mind to shove Reno off, flip over on top of him, and reassert the formation in their game. This wasn't what he had intended and the sudden onset of deeper emotions--while he could acknowledge he had them for Reno, certainly--he hadn't had the mind to delve into them right this second with his partner. He took a deep breath and let it back out again slowly through his nose, keeping in mind that Reno was right there breathing the same air as soon as he exhaled it. He closed his eyes.

"Not my intention," he reassured the lanky redhead. "Only...protecting you is important to me. Without you..." he trailed off. He shook his head, feeling the movement through Reno's skin as they moved together because of their touch, and opened his eyes when he stopped. "I don't want that. If I have to do whatever it takes to protect you then I will."

Intimacy and honesty, two words that describe everything that Reno is not used to. Neither of them, he'd wager a guess. But yet, here he is getting lost under the touch, drowning in this closeness— and apparently throwing off Rude's game, because being unpredictable is just in his nature. But he wants that game to continue, and he can't stay introspective for long.

It's much easier to simply return to what they were doing.

"As long as you remember to not protect me from yourself" Reno says in low voice; he tilts his head, a feral grin playing on his lips, a hint of sharp incisor before he presses forward with hunger. Parted lips meet closed ones, in an invitation. Getting them back on track of what was happening, welcoming Rude to take back the steering wheel should he want to. But one more thing Reno does to make his eagerness known is reaching towards Rude's tie, deft fingers set on loosening it.

He's curious, fascinated, and impatient for what else his partner might have in mind. Most see Rude as a quiet, stoic one. They don't know the thrill seeker that sits underneath, they don't know the amount of energy thrumming and hiding behind the shades. Rude is, in his own unique way, just as unpredictable, it just manifests in much subtler ways.

Like right now, where Rude had guided him into the exact place and position he planned. It's exhilarating.

A sharp smile formed on Rude's face at Reno's words. He was amused but before he could reply with another assurance that he had no intention of protecting his partner from his own desires, Reno had moved in and taken the lead. Rude held no reservations this time though and quickly responded to the kiss. His lips parted and invited Reno's tongue inside so that he could suck on it.

While Reno worked on his tie Rude slid a hand between them and ran along the redhead's chest down to his stomach. On the way back up his hand slowed as his fingers worked on the few buttons Reno did up on his shirt. He unsnapped the jacket last and then slid his hand on bare skin. Except--

Rude freed his other hand from Reno's hair and reached around the back of Reno to his other hand. It was time for the gloves to come off.

Reno rushes forward, as he always does. Kiss turning needy, mouths clashing, tongues dancing in the open. That makes his moan audible when Rude's hand slides down his chest. Only a few buttons have their advantage, few fingers flick and it's all open, held together only by— the jacket snap, but it's gone soon enough.

All that time, all that action and Reno was able to focus only enough to get the tie loose and yank it off. Making sure it slides off all the way against the skin on Rude's neck. He doesn't discard it, no. When the kiss ends and Reno pulls back a bit (Rude's hand getting out of his hair might have something to do with it), he playfully wraps the tie once around his hand.

"I wonder what would you do if I tried to tie your hands with it, partner" It's an amusing tone he uses, but the curiosity is indeed there. Truth to be told he'd be equally thrilled at an approval, as well as a promise to turn the tables on him on that idea.

"Hmm."

Rude hums thoughtfully and doesn't immediately reply to Reno's inquiry. The gloves are tossed aside. He can feel Reno's skin beneath his palms as he runs them down the length of the redhead's body.

"You won't," he finally said. Assured that he has the reason in mind, he smirks up at his partner. "You don't want me to stop."

His words are once again emphasized by the actions of his hands. They dip low on Reno's body, fingers darting beneath waistline of pants teasingly.

The skin-to-skin contact knocks Reno's breath away. He presses against the fingers, moves to fill the hand, to make the most contact that is possible.

Rude's hands are so beautifully warm.

Count on his partner to read him right. As much fun as the scenario he presented sounds like, he really doesn't want Rude to stop. But as thrilling as not knowing what to expect is, he has to add some of his own by such claims.

"Shit... you're right" A chuckle, as he sits upwards, firmly on Rude's hips. The tie still loosely wrapped around his hand and he catches the other end of it pulling at it and then— suddenly, like thunder, an idea strikes. Something unexpected that he can pull on Rude instead.

Unhurriedly, he takes off the googles, messing up his hair and throwing it wherever it lands. That's followed by pressing the fabric of the tie to his face, or rather, right above his eyes to be exact. "Then, how about this?"

Smile is playing on his lips— will Rude encourage this makeshift blindfold? Or would he'd rather have Reno see everything. His own preference, being the latter, Reno realizes in this very moment. A little too late realizing, he doesn't want to miss the sight of Rude, and his hold falters, the fabric sliding down.

Rude chuckled as he watched Reno play with his tie. There was no doubt in his mind that Reno was trying to find an entertaining factor--and failing to think things through before making the offer. He reached up, removing his hands from Reno's waistline, and grabbed hold of the tie, pulling it firmly from Reno's grasp without yanking rudely at it.

He saved his partner by making the choice for him. He grabbed Reno's wrists and pressed them together, wrapping the tie around them loosely and tying it off lazily. Then he performed an effortless sit-up to claim Reno's lips for another, brief kiss. As he laid back down, he placed Reno's tied hands over his head and around his neck.

The slick little redhead could easily slip the haphazard tie if he wanted. Or play along for a little while if it enticed him. Rude smiled up at his partner teasingly, amusement in his eyes, and pressed his palms back onto Reno's waist as he resumed touching his partner.

"Next time I'll keep you in the dark and make you wait for it," he drawled. "Today your mine and you're going to watch me make that clear. Got it?"

Reno lets out a sharp gasp followed by a soundless laugh. The hairs stand up on the back of his neck, as Rude's sole voice makes his mind haze and body warm-up. The promise of the 'next time' is also an exhilarating one. Though Reno can't give that too much thought, as his brain strictly focuses on the PRESENT.

Rude holding him. Rude kissing him. Manhandling him so effortlessly and putting him in place. Both with action and words.

"Oh, I won't take my eyes off ya—" he promises, brimming with impatient energy, moving sinuously whenever Rude touches him— pressing right into the touch as if he couldn't get enough. Oh, he knows he can't show too much of that impatience (although he does show all of the excitement), in case Rude notices and decides to use it against him

...

It's a bad joke, Rude knows him all too well, he surely noticed.

"Roger that" Reno finally figures to whisper the answer to the question, the confirmation that he understands. His tied hands tightly locked behind Rude's neck. Gaze sliding slowly across handsome features "All yours"

He's behaving! Still! As much as he just wants to lean forward and kiss Rude again he just...tilts his head and waits.

That impatience would spell doom for Reno if he let Rude see it more than he was already aware of it brimming beneath the surface. The bald Turk was tempted all the same to make Reno squirm from a slow build-up. Except that meant he would have to endure it as well. And since they'd already interrupted themselves once it was hard for Rude to keep his own patience now that he had Reno completely as his own.

As much as he could just lay there and soak up that pretty little redhead's form with only his eyes to appreciate Reno with--there was more to be had. So much more.

No time for debate on where to begin. Rude simply let his hands wander over the redhead's body. Up the chest to the shoulders where he realized the shirt and jacket, while undone, were still in the way and he couldn't get them off without undoing what he had with the tie. So his hands wandered back down and his whole body shifted as he took Reno's waist in his grip, a slow rock up into Reno's body sitting on top of him. He grunted softly as he repeated the movement, enticing himself possibly more than he was his partner at this rate, but that was fine, good. He wanted it.

"I know you are," he said and his voice was throaty from his desire. "You will be."

Reno kissed as he fought, fast, frantic, greedy. But he understood what Rude had on mind, despite their differences they could fall perfectly in sync with each other. Rude started it this night, he took initiative, so they should play by his rules. Makes complete sense. Even to Reno's need-addled brain.

He cackles, but it comes off weakly to his ears. It's easier to drop his voice down to the smooth whisper.

"Yeah you will take good take care of me, partner, won't you? All your strong hands on me. Ya a real fucking piece of work—" Despite the crude language, there is nothing but pure adoration in his voice. Shivering, listlessly arching and aching into these hands traveling his body; molding against his waist. Despite the fabric of his uniform standing a barrier before Rude's hands and his skin, he still could feel the warmth and strength and by anything that's holy, it was dreamy— how Rude held him exactly as he likes it.

He grinds down in response to Rude rocking up to him. Trying to maintain a languid motion.

"Eyes on me"

Reno is greedy. And a little possessive it turns out.

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