Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Alliance ❯ Chapter 33

“Alliance”

Chapter 33

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(Warning: Possible spoilers for all FF7 game/movie titles)

*Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all related characters belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can't get enough of this world and the characters.*

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“You're sucking tonight, partner.”

 

Rude scowled at Reno and came close to telling him that he was partly to blame for his poor billiard skills. He was teamed with Zack and the black-haired fighter kept them from falling behind on the game. Reno was teamed with Genesis, of course. He couldn't shake the feeling that the two redheads were communicating silently and he wondered what they were up to. Cloud was playing darts until the next pool game and he stopped briefly to get everyone another round of drinks.

 

Rude took aim and clamped down on his focus, refusing to allow his eyes to drift to his opponents. He sank the striped number six ball and almost smiled with relief. Genesis turned around to say something to Reno, presenting his back to the dark-skinned Turk just as Rude was lining the stick up to make another shot. Out the corner of his eye, Rude saw the dim light reflecting on the shiny leather of Genesis's pants and his gaze was drawn in that direction. He stared at the fighter's perfect, rounded ass and he came alarmingly close to giving it an open-palmed smack. He took his shot absently and he was horrified when the cue ball jumped off the table, arching toward Genesis.

 

Genesis twisted his body sideways and caught the ball in his hand, just before it would have struck him in the side. He examined it for a moment and then looked at Rude with a crooked smile.

 

“It looks like you've nicked the table, Rude.” He lightly tossed the ball to the staring Turk, who caught it and fumbled with it. “Too much to drink, perhaps?”

 

“Not enough,” Rude corrected, straightening up self-consciously and placing the ball back on the green felt surface. Zack looked at him knowingly as he took the stick from him and waited for his turn, but the sable-haired fighter evidently pitied him enough not to tease him over his increasingly obvious problem.

 

Cloud came back with a tray laden with drinks and Rude snatched his off of it thankfully. “You got the extra shots?”

 

“Yeah, both of them,” answered the blonde with a sympathetic smile.

 

Rude nodded and started drinking, grimacing a little at the added bite.

 

“Well, that's the game,” Zack announced as Reno sank the eight ball. “So who wants to sit the next one out for Cloud to join?”

 

“I will,” Rude said immediately. “In fact I think I'll just watch from now on. I'm not in my groove tonight.”

 

“Now hold it,” Reno huffed, “you just need to get warmed up, man. No need for ya to sit out for the rest of the night.”

 

“I'm fine,” Rude assured him. “I think I want to check out the game anyway. I'll just watch you guys.”

 

~And fantasize about slapping, squeezing and rubbing Gen's ass every time he bends over. Dammit.~

 

It wasn't helping that Reno's pants were just as tight. Between the two of them, they were giving Rude an overload of red-clad cheekiness that threatened to make his testosterone erupt like hot lava. He hadn't felt frustration of this magnitude for a long time and he worried that it would drive him to do something stupid before the night was finished.

 

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After three more games they took a break. Reno decided to go and see how Rufus and the others were doing, while Cloud and Zack snuggled in a buzz-induced embrace on one of the lounges and watched the basketball game playing on the big screen television. Genesis took a seat at the bar next to Rude and the two of them chatted softly. Seeing that the alcohol had loosened his partner up enough for him to speak to Genesis alone without getting flustered, Reno took his leave of the recreation area and headed back into the main part of the club. He saw Tifa and Elena talking to a couple of guys and they looked like they were having a good time, so he didn't bother them. It took him a minute to remember where the president's booth was but he spotted a familiar head of sandy blond hair and he squeezed through the crowd to make his way over.

 

Rufus saw him coming and he solicitously scooted over to make room for him. Reno slid in beside his boss and he reached under the table to give his knee a squeeze. His hand brushed against something warm and furry and he grinned, realizing that Rufus's movements had exposed his tail and left it lying on the seat between them. Reno petted the length of it curiously. This was the first opportunity he'd gotten to familiarize himself with the appendage and Rufus was mellow enough from the liquor to allow it without protest.

 

“So the woman grabbed you, Vincent?” Rufus questioned the gunman sitting adjacent to him, next to Reeve.

 

“Yes,” confirmed Valentine with a grimace as he picked up the shot of vodka he'd ordered with his drink. “It was most unpleasant. I didn't do anything to provoke her, she just groped me while I was standing in line for the restroom! You can stop laughing, Reeve. If it had been a man you'd be tearing this place down looking for him.”

 

Reeve covered his mouth to muffle his snickers. “Beg your pardon,” he rumbled after clearing his throat. “You're right…I'd have flown into a jealous, protective rage if it had been a man. It's just…the look on your face when you came back…oh Shiva, I can't stop!” His words dissolved into laughter again and the others joined him. Reno could easily imagine the offended, scandalized expression on Vincent's face after being groped by an anonymous woman. After all, in his day women were never so bold.

 

“I'm not leaving this seat for the rest of the night,” Vincent announced before swallowing his shot. He didn't even wince at the burn of liquor. “I don't care if I have to piss under the table.”

 

“Oh, come on now,” Reno chuckled. “The odds of that happening again are pretty low and have you had a look at yourself?” He allowed himself a brief, appreciative once-over. “The chic probably had one too many and acted without thinking. Can't say I wouldn't be tempted to cop a feel if I didn't know what you're capable of.”

 

“Regardless,” Vincent growled, “I'm not leaving this booth until we're getting into the car to go home for the night. If it happens again I might react on instinct and murder someone.”

 

Reno sobered and so did the others. They hadn't thought of it from that point of view. Vincent had taken years to learn how to control his demons and the urges they gave him. One might wonder why he was imbibing alcohol so readily when he had to keep a leash on the beings inside of him, but it made sense that the influence of the booze might keep them sedated.

 

“You aren't enjoying yourself,” Reeve said with certainty.

 

Vincent shrugged fluidly and lowered his ruby gaze. He didn't want to ruin anyone else's good time and he didn't want to sulk like a child over a single incident. He wished he hadn't said anything out loud.

 

The engineer didn't waste a moment. He gave the other three men an apologetic look. “Gentlemen, if you'll excuse us I think it's time for Vincent and I to go.”

 

“Of course,” Rufus said with elegant courtesy. “I can ring one of the drivers to meet you out front.”

 

“Thanks, but we can take a cab.” Reeve stood up and waited for Vincent, who looked a bit surprised by the abrupt decision to go.

 

“We don't have to leave,” the gunman said uncomfortably.

 

“If you aren't enjoying yourself, I don't want to stay,” Reeve said softly, for his ears alone. “You've already endured over four hours of this for my sake. I think we can compromise and leave before closing time.” He smiled at his lover and winked.

 

Vincent gave him a faint smile in return and stood up. “Thank you,” he murmured sincerely. To the others, he said: “Enjoy the rest of your night, friends.”

 

Tseng looked at his watch and raised his eyebrows. “The night is a bit mature, actually. I hadn't realized how much time has passed since we got here.”

 

Reno watched Reeve and Vincent go and he continued to stroke Rufus's tail with long, smooth motions. “Yeah, you know what they say about time and fun, yo. So have either of you done anything but sit here and talk all night?”

 

“Not really,” answered Rufus lightly. “But I've enjoyed myself regardless. The booth is comfortable and the waitress makes certain we don't go without drinks for long. Excellent job arranging this, Fox.”

 

“You should get out there and dance a little, Sir,” suggested Reno with a flirty smile at him. “Nobody's going to pay much attention if they see your tail.”

 

Rufus closed his eyes briefly in response to the sensation of the redhead's hand stroking his tail. It was pleasurable in an almost sexual way and it was getting him excited. “It's been a very long time since I've danced,” he murmured.

 

“Come on, live a little,” Reno cajoled. He leaned closer and nibbled the president's ear, sensing the reactions he was provoking with his touch.

 

Rufus wavered under the assault to his senses. He'd had a bit too much to drink and his judgment was impaired. Too much alcohol plus Reno's sexy urgings made for a dangerous combination and Rufus found himself nodding in agreement and getting up with the redhead before he knew what he was doing. He forgot all about hiding his tail and he shrugged out of his jacket and left it on his seat so that he wouldn't get overheated on the dance floor.

 

Tseng smiled softly at the two of them, pleased that their kitsune had managed to convince Rufus to do a little mingling before the night was over. They still had a couple of hours before closing time but given how fast the moments had ticked by since they'd arrived, Tseng knew they'd be hearing last call before they realized it.

 

The Wutaian watched his lovers go onto the dance floor and he chuckled softly to himself. Reno was holding onto the president's tail and Rufus decided to give him a little payback and do the same to the fake one dangling out the back of the Turk's pants.

 

~Rufus must be more intoxicated than I thought. He's almost acting like an average man.~

 

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“Oh my god.”

 

Tifa looked at Elena curiously, wondering what had provoked the outburst. “What's wrong?”

 

“Th-the president,” exclaimed the blonde Turk, pointing.

 

Tifa followed the gesture with her eyes and saw Rufus dancing with Reno. “What about him?” she asked with a puzzled frown as she scanned the crowd for signs that someone was about to take a shot at him. “Everything looks fine to me.”

 

“He's dancing!” Elena said it as though she was pointing out a pair of antennae sprouting from the man's head. She was too flabbergasted to articulate further.

 

Tifa shrugged. It was a little out of character for the Rufus Shinra she knew, but everyone had knocked back a few drinks and tonight was all about fun. “Yeah and he's not bad. Elena, he's still human like the rest of us, you know.”

 

The blonde shook her head. “No, look at his ass!”

 

Tifa stared dumbly at the blonde woman, so utterly floored by the demand that she look at her boss's ass that she couldn't think of anything to say. Was Rufus so god-like to Elena that the sight of his rear-end un-obscured by a blazer shocked her?

 

“LOOK!” Elena practically howled, grabbing Tifa by the shoulders and whirling her around to face Rufus and Reno.

 

The barmaid automatically complied, too stunned by Elena's strange, intense behavior to object. Her eyes were drawn to Rufus's ass—not because it was so nice (which it was) but because of what was poking out through the hole in the back of his pants. Tifa blinked. If it was out of character for Rufus to be out there dancing, it was even more so for him to have put on a fake tail like Reno.

 

“Okay, so he's wearing a fake tail,” she reasoned. “Maybe he was just too embarrassed to show it until he had a few drinks. Reno probably convinced him to do it.”

 

“Tifa, it's moving on its own,” Elena insisted. “Why would President ShinRa go through the trouble and expense to buy a mechanical tail just to wear for Reno's sake tonight?”

 

Tifa watched the tail swish back and forth as Rufus danced with his Turk partner and it finally dawned on her that it was far too realistic to be a fake. Elena figured it out right away because she was a cat person and she understood the mechanics of feline tails and how they worked, but it took Tifa longer to realize that the appendage wasn't just moving because of Rufus's hip gyrations. It curved sinuously as it swished and the barmaid was momentarily entranced by it.

 

“He inhaled some of the gas,” Tifa recalled out loud. “I remember hearing Cloud mention it, but everyone thought he was just naturally immune because there weren't any visible side-effects.”

 

“That we could see,” Elena finished succulently. “He's kept it hidden until tonight but it looks like Reno at least knew about it. Either that or he's so drunk he doesn't realize the tail he's squeezing is a real one.” Elena watched as her fellow Turk and her boss danced with increasingly suggestive movements and her face heated up.

 

“Okay, I think we've seen enough hot guys dancing together,” Tifa said dryly as she grabbed Elena's arm and started dragging her away from the dance floor and to one of the lounge booths. “And you don't need to get any ideas about bringing Rufus catnip every day. We can figure out what happened later, after everyone's recovered from tonight. Look, those guys we were talking to are in that booth over there. Let's go sit with them for a while.”

 

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“So the two of you have been partners from the beginning?” Genesis questioned.

 

Rude nodded and turned his empty glass slowly with his fingertips, watching the light catch the surface. “I think I was a Turk for about a month before Reno showed up. Tseng paired us because he thought we'd compliment each other. Turns out he was right, like he always is.”

 

Genesis listened with interest. This was the most talkative Rude had ever been and he was sure he had the booze to thank for that. Even buzzed, the man didn't prattle on like most people. He said what was important and didn't bother embellishing with fancy words or overly detailed descriptions.

 

“And you love each other,” Genesis reasoned. “Even though he sleeps with both of your bosses and two other men.”

 

“Like I said, it's always been an open relationship and I'm fine with it.” Rude shrugged. “It's not like he'd have a problem with me picking up another special interest of my own.”

 

Genesis waved at the bartender and motioned to Rude's glass, as well as his own. “Would you?” he asked the Turk, holding his gaze. His vision wasn't fully cooperating but he wasn't wasted…yet. “Take another lover, that is.” Did he slur that last word? He couldn't tell.

 

Rude tugged his sunglasses down and looked at Genesis over the rim of them, feeling much more confident than before. “He'd have to understand and accept the arrangement I've got with Reno and the others, first.”

 

Genesis's aqua gaze didn't waver. “And if he did?”

 

“Then yes,” Rude nodded. “I'd take another lover.” He came very close to reaching under the bar and squeezing Genesis's knee suggestively, but the bartender returned with their drinks and he thought better of it.

 

“Here's to getting what you want,” Genesis toasted, lifting his glass with a sensual little smirk.

 

Rude clinked his own glass against it and straightened his shades. “With any luck,” he agreed.

 

After taking a couple of swallows, Rude became more aware of the increasing pressure on his bladder. “Excuse me,” he said to his companion. “I've got to take care of something. Be right back.”

 

Genesis understood what he meant and the redhead nodded. Rude got off the barstool and took a moment to steady himself. He was getting a little more buzzed than he thought and he'd probably have to cut himself off soon or risk damaging the progress he'd made with Genesis by humiliating himself and falling on his face. He turned to head out of the rec room to the bathroom and he paused when he saw Cloud and Zack in the corner booth. Both of them were passed out, snuggled together comfortably. Rude had to admit it was kind of cute and he smirked softly before continuing his trajectory. He'd find Reno on his way back and tell them he should probably look into getting them into the limo soon.

 

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“Fuck, it's been too long, baby,” Reno gasped against Rufus's mouth between kisses.

 

Things had gotten heated fast and he was enthralled with the tail he was stroking. Evidently, the action was turning Rufus on in a big way because the blonde guided him to a secluded corner of the dance floor near some speakers and he now had him pinned against the wall. Frottage ensued as the two lovers became increasingly aroused and while the dry-humping felt great, Reno was scanning their surroundings for some place out of sight so he could satisfy his desire for a good hard fuck.

 

Rufus slid his hands under Reno's ass and lifted him, pressing him harder against the wall and supporting him. The Turk's legs hugged his waist and he groaned against his ear. If he'd have been sober he probably wouldn't be this bold in a public setting, even with the speakers providing some privacy. Of course, the fact that Reno was basically jacking his tail off was only making it harder to control his lust and as the Turk said, it had been a while since they'd fucked.

 

“I think we need to go outside to the limo for a little while,” Rufus suggested hotly as he bit Reno's earlobe hard enough to make it sting.

 

“Sounds like a great plan to me,” agreed the redhead.

 

Neither of them moved, however. The rub of their bodies together felt too damn good and Rufus was getting close to coming just from the tail stimulation and the frottage.

 

“Come home with me tonight,” gasped the president.

 

“Fuck yeah,” Reno panted. His tongue thrust into Rufus's mouth and he made one of those needy moans that always drove his partners wild. He broke the kiss after a moment to gasp: “Want you, Rufus.”

 

The blonde's body reacted intensely to the slutty declaration. Rufus cursed breathlessly and tried to tell Reno to stop stroking his tail, but it was too late. He pressed hard against the redhead and grunted as he came in his pants. Panting from the release and humiliated, Rufus stayed in that position for a few moments after it finished, resting his head on Reno's shoulder.

 

“Sir, did ya just blow your load?” Ever tactful, Reno was.

 

Rufus nodded wordlessly and set him back on his feet. He wasn't the sort of man to blush easily but his sculpted cheekbones were flushed with both embarrassment and the aftermath of pleasure.

 

“Hey, it's okay,” Reno said seriously as he ran his fingers through the sandy blond hair. “You've had a lot to drink and that causes it to happen sometimes. Hell, you've made me come before over the phone without even touching me!”

 

Rufus felt a little better about it but it didn't make the sticky mess in his underwear go away. “I think I'll retrieve my jacket and leave early,” the president said. Reno had to lean in to hear him over the music.

 

“Okay bossman, but I'm still coming with ya,” the redhead winked. “Why don't you and Tseng get in the limo while I round up the others, okay?”

 

Rufus nodded and did his best to walk casually as he returned to the booth where Tseng waited. Reno watched him and shook his head. The man was so proud and as far as he knew, this was the first time Rufus had ever had a misfire. It was going to take some work to salve his wounded pride when they got to his apartment. Always up for a challenge, Reno shrugged and headed for the recreation area to find the others.

 

He saw Rude coming out of the men's room on his way down the hall and he waved to him and hurried over. “Hey, I was just coming to find you guys. I think we're getting ready to pack up and head home, yo.”

 

Rude nodded but he didn't look that enthused. Reno tilted his head to the side and studied his partner. “You know, you don't have to leave with us if ya don't want to. If you're having a good time you can just get a cab when you're ready to go.”

 

“I might do that,” Rude agreed. “Genesis and I are…talking.”

 

Reno grinned. “Figured as much. I'll ask Cloud and Zack if they wanna stay or go and then I'll check on the ladies and see what they want to do.”

 

“No point in asking Strife or Fair,” Rude interjected. “They're both asleep in the booth.”

 

Reno laughed. “Seriously? Damn…it seems like everyone's getting drunk except me. I might need your help getting them into the limo, big guy.”

 

“No problem,” Rude agreed.

 

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Thankfully, Zack wasn't utterly wasted. In fact, he only seemed a little buzzed and he'd just fallen asleep because he was so comfortable. Cloud, on the other hand, was drunker than Reno had ever seen him before. The blonde peered up at him blearily with one eye shut when he woke him up, obviously unable to focus his vision.

 

“We going?” Cloud slurred.

 

“Yeah, we're going, Blondie. We'll drop you and Zack off at Headquarters, unless ya want to come to Rufus's place with us.” Reno pressed his lips together and tried not to snicker when Cloud attempted to rise, only to fall back down on the seat again and glare at it accusingly.

 

“It won't let me up,” griped the blonde.

 

“Here, I've got you,” Zack said with a chuckle as he got out of the seat and scooped the smaller fighter into his arms with a grunt. “Just put your arms around my neck, cutie pie.”

 

Cloud obeyed and laid his head on the other man's shoulder as Zack lifted him and carefully carried him to the hallway leading out of the rec room. Reno followed closely, ready to try and catch Cloud if Zack tripped or lost his grip on him. Rude started to follow but his partner waved him away when he saw that Zack was steady enough to safely carry his burden. Even if he weren't, Reno knew the black-haired fighter wouldn't let go of Cloud if his life depended on it and he'd probably twist and throw himself under him to break his fall if they both went down.

 

Reno cleared a path for them, telling people to move out of the way so Zack could get by with his bulky wings and the passenger he held in his arms. Tifa saw her friend being carried across the room and she and Elena said goodbye to their companions and crossed the floor to see if they could help.

 

“I can't remember the last time I saw him this drunk,” Tifa said with a frown. “Are you sure someone didn't slip something into his drink?”

 

Reno stopped abruptly and stared at her with alarm. It was more than possible. He'd seen several people eying Strife through the night with interest and with his pretty-boy looks, it wasn't hard to imagine one of them trying to make plans to take advantage of him. Someone could very well have slipped him a downer while they were shooting pool or while he was in the bathroom.

 

“Fuck, I thought there was something off about how dead he's acting,” Reno growled. Date rape drugs were a real problem in nightclubs because it just made most people act like they'd had too much to drink and it didn't raise much suspicion. Someone could have made off with his baby and raped him and it would have been all his fault for dragging him out to the Shockwave in the first place.

 

“Let's not jump to conclusions,” Zack said grimly, though he nuzzled Cloud's hair protectively and held him closer as they walked to the front doors. “He didn't eat before we went out and he mixed his alcohol. Maybe that's all there is to it.”

 

“You're not upset by the possibility?” Elena asked hesitantly.

 

Zack pressed his lips together. “I'm not going to get myself worked up over it right now. If I find out someone did that to him I'll give them something to think about. Right now I just want to get him in bed and make him drink some water before he goes to sleep.”

 

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“Hope the kid's going to be okay.” Rude had sat down beside Genesis again but he was watching the direction his partner and the others took with faint concern on his rugged features.

 

“He has Zack with him,” Genesis reminded calmly. “Frankly, I rarely see such devotion. Strife will probably fair better than most of us in the morning, with his lover's attentions.”

 

Rude smirked and nodded in agreement. “I guess you're right.”

 

“So, how are you at darts?” Genesis asked.

 

“Not bad. I'll order us a couple of fresh drinks while you get the board ready.”

 

Genesis nodded with agreement and slid off the barstool. He didn't quite stagger when he got to his feet but his signature grace was slightly impeded, hinting that he too was feeling the effects of the liquor.

 

Several minutes later, they were taking turns at the dartboard while enjoying their drinks. This time, Rude's aim was good and he won the first two games. They tied on the third game and by the fourth, they'd had two more drink refreshers and Genesis announced that he'd had enough alcohol.

 

“I…I think we should go back to pool,” Genesis said as he closed one eye and lined up the dart. “Putting someone's eye out wouldn't be a good end to the night. Also, I want coffee if they have it.” He chucked his dart and it when it hit he blinked. “Did…I just get the wall?”

 

Rude lifted his shades and nodded. “Yeah. Maybe you're right…darts aren't a good idea anymore.”

 

They abandoned the dartboard and Genesis went to the bar to order a couple of coffees while Rude got a pool table ready. There was nobody left in the rec room besides the two of them and the main part of the club was starting to clear out. Soon they'd be giving the last call for the night and shutting down. There was probably time for one more pool game and a cup of coffee.

 

It took Rude longer to get the bartender's attention than he would have liked but after several minutes, he returned with two cups of the steaming, dark beverage. “I wasn't sure how you liked your coffee,” explained the big Turk as he handed Genesis his mug and reached into his jacket, “So I just grabbed some sugar and creamer packets.”

 

“I drink it black when I'm like this,” Genesis replied. “Thank you, Rude.”

 

The bald man nodded politely and cursed the way his pulse quickened from a simple “thank you” from Genesis's sculpted lips. He sipped his coffee and insisted that his companion take the first shot. Genesis did so and he sank one of the striped balls. As the redhead moved around the table to take his next shot, Rude found himself staring at his ass again. Whether he'd intended to or not, Genesis had chosen a spot to shoot from that presented his backside to Rude in a manner that was too convenient for the Turk to resist.

 

Rude set his coffee mug on the ledge near the pool sticks and he intended to cross his arms over his chest, but something odd happened as his eyes latched onto the shiny surface of his opponent's pants. He watched with helpless fascination as he reached out with one big hand and fondled Genesis's right butt cheek. The redhead abruptly straightened and turned around to look at him with faint surprise.

 

~Oh damn…of all the stupid things to do. I just fucked up big-time.~

 

Rude was prepared for a punch in the face and he figured he deserved it, so he held still and mumbled an apology. Genesis's aqua eyes bored into his as he reached out toward him. The Turk's mind was awash with confusion as the redhead's hand closed over his tie, wrapped it deftly around his fist and pulled him closer. Those lips that Rude had been fantasizing about met his in a searing kiss that threatened to make his knees buckle. There was nothing hesitant or submissive about it. Genesis plundered his mouth and rather than thrust his tongue in, he practically sucked Rude's down his throat.

 

Somewhere in the back of his mind Rude wondered if being a “pushy uke” was a genetic thing with redheads, because Genesis was pulling off an interesting trick of inviting him into his mouth while maintaining dominance over the kiss at the same time. His lust burned bright and the next thing he knew, he was pushing the other man against the pool table and lifting him onto it. He heard the creak of leather and felt the fighter's powerful thighs wrap around his waist. Genesis still had hold of his tie with one hand, keeping Rude from withdrawing even if he wanted to.

 

Pool balls scattered as Rude hastily swept them out of the way and he pushed Genesis onto his back over the felt surface of the table. He slid a hand up under the redhead's vest and shirt, running it over smooth skin and tight muscles. He was so hard he was surprised the button of his pants wasn't popping off and he felt Genesis's answering hardness pressing against his as he ground their hips together.

 

“Last call for alcohol!” a male voice announced cheerfully over the loud speakers. “You don't have to go home but you can't stay here! Make sure you've got a designated driver or a cab, people!”

 

The two men broke their heated mouths away from one another and came back to harsh reality. Genesis stared up at Rude with parted, kiss-swollen lips and he was breathing heavily. The Turk was also gasping for breath. Both of them realized how close they'd come to fucking on the pool table despite the unavoidable discovery they would have faced when the club workers came in to clean up the recreation area for the night.

 

“I guess we should go,” Rude murmured, swallowing.

 

He straightened up and helped his companion sit up as well, flushing with both desire and mortification. He'd never been driven to make a public display like that before and he couldn't even blame Genesis for it. He'd grabbed the other man's ass and though Genesis had responded by kissing him, he could have left it at that until they had a more opportune moment to take it further. Instead he'd lifted his companion onto the pool table and dry-humped him like a mutt in heat.

 

Genesis hopped off the table and regarded him silently, prompting Rude to flush and start muttering another apology. The redhead suddenly smiled and kissed him again, muffling his words before they could finish coming out.

 

“Did I say I minded?” Genesis's voice was a sensual, droning murmur against his lips when he broke the kiss and spoke.

 

“No, but that wasn't how I wanted to make a pass at you,” Rude explained.

 

Genesis shrugged. “I've got no complaints. Perhaps we should get a cab.”

 

Rude nodded. “Right. I'll call `em up and take you home.”

 

He pulled out his cellphone and he didn't see the annoyed look on his companion's face as he concentrated on dialing the cab company.

 

~Fine, you take me home,~ Thought Genesis with narrowed eyes, ~But you won't make it out of my suite, friend.~

 

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-To be continued