Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Band Class ❯ Miracles Do Exist ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

Spittin' out another one. I tried to be a little different with this one. Sephiroth and piercings! Yes, piercings! And I'm warning now of purposeful OOC!!

 

Sephiroth-Centric (Because Cloud's always the main character)

 

I realized that I wasn't at all happy with the way I unrolled this first chapter so I've revamped and added quite a bit of stuff.

 

Well??? Enjoy???

 

 

 

1

Miracles Do Exist

 

 

 

They say that love is beautiful. That love is everlasting. That love is destined, or fated. Is there a difference?

 

Love is supposed to be wonderful and everyday is like fucking roses and cinnamon. Or whatever. Maybe Gumdrops and Ice Cream?

 

Love is supposed to make you sing and dance like a fucking moron. It's supposed to make you brave like Link from Zelda. It's supposed to make you a “good person”. Where everyday feels like you're in a dream.

 

Fuck that shit.

 

Love is a bitch. Love HURTS. Yes, that's right, it HURTS! You're fucking lonely, you ache, you get horny, you desire that one person more and more every fucking day only to know you can't have him. And if you ever feel like you're in a fucking dream, you should probably get your blood pressure checked.

 

Usually love smells like body odor. Just hope the guy you want doesn't smell like fucking armpit. And usually everything looks the same; you just see a lot more of their mug in yours. You'd better hope they look good, cause you're livin' with it.

 

But…

 

There's a guy I want. That's right, I'm gay, and I'm in love with this guy. It's so fucking frustrating. I want him, but I can't have him. But then again, I might just be willing to break the rules, for the one that I love.

 

Who knows, maybe this time it will be like roses and cinnamon, or gumdrops and Ice Cream. I won't mind seein' his mug everyday, or smelling his shampoo or deodorant. And hopefully, we'll get to have lots of sex. Oh yes… Teenage hormones.

 

Such a fucking lame excuse.

“Love is a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart, which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.” -Author Unknown

 

 

Miracles Do Exist.

 

 

“Fuck it. Fuck this!” Sephiroth hissed as he slammed the pin and lighter down on his black wood desk, the various items on it shaking and rattling as he jumped up from his chair and flopped onto his dark bed. Grabbing hold of the rubbing alcohol he chucked it across the room, smiling in satisfaction when it slammed so hard into the wall it left a big ugly dark mark on his dark purple paint. Sephiroth was pissed and so he was trying to add another piercing to the already like fucking twenty or whatever he had. But today he was too fucking wound up to be able to do it. Sephiroth had pierced his right eyebrow, his lip, his tongue, four up both ears (soon to be five on the right), and even his frigging navel. Yup; his fuckin' navel.

 

Sephiroth kinda had a thing for piercings, and liked to prick his skin. It helped with his rage when he felt it coming on. Self-mutilator in the house! Grabbing the remote to his stereo Sephiroth amped up the volume until he could hear his base crackle.

 

“Murdercute happyrape, murdercute happy, happy, happy, happyrape, killaw!” Sephiroth sang loudly in a surprisingly deep, perfectly synchronized voice from where he lay on his bed. Those singing lessons really added to his God-given talent.

 

“Watch out your face, my sperm's cold as ice! Bouquet of knives, killaw! Watch out your face, my sperm's cold as ice! Bouquet of knives, killaw!” Sephiroth was a very disturbed individual on his best day. He liked gore, he liked death, he liked violence, he liked skulls, he liked black, he liked spikes, he liked leather, he loved to face fuck! Now it wasn't like Sephiroth went around terrorizing people, or took enjoyment in beating the fuck out of others or torturing little animals, in fact, he was rather calm at school, and treated his few friends well because well, they were his friends.

 

Surprisingly, despite his often twisted mentality, Sephiroth wasn't a psycho, well, maybe it wasn't right to say that. Sephiroth believed in justice and doing the right thing, hell! Abby from NCIS was his fucking idol. It just showed that even someone as deranged as him could get a job working for fucking NCIS. Not that he was particularly interested.

 

Sephiroth was just… Weird… Complicated. Yeah, let's leave it at that. He was weird, hormonal, and often pissed off at his life. Sephiroth lived by himself, midway between the mad scientists' labs (as he dubbed them when he was in his pre-teens) and his high school. Sephiroth loved living by himself, no matter how much his neighbors hated him for all the noise. He loved being free, not constantly monitored by those fucking white coats or jabbed, poked, pronged. Although he still got it with every fucking visit.

 

People thought Sephiroth was psychotic actually, because he went there. It was “the big scary government building” that no one was allowed to enter-ever. Sephiroth had to there for regular check ups that he'd rather tell them to stick up their asses. But he really didn't want to be tracked down and forced into the ominous building surrounded by the tall electric fence. When the kids at his school found out he went there they thought he had psychological problems and with his attitude and demeanor, it quickly blew out of proportion that he was a crazed psycho that had probably killed people before. The biggest thing Sephiroth had ever killed was a fucking Daddy long legs, although Sephiroth wouldn't deny having bloody battles. Of course, it's not like he'd ever voice it, or really even cared what they thought or said about him. Anyway, this way less people bothered him and he had a great deal of peace.

 

Only a few people actually talked to him, though it was initially because he was “that kid from that place” or because of similar interests. Although, as of late Sephiroth has been bothered by a football player by the name of Zack Fair. The guy was totally out of his element around Sephiroth and his buds, but he still hung around. As far as Sephiroth was concerned, Zack was the fucking crazy one.

 

Then there was another thing that separated Sephiroth from the rest of the ridiculously conservative school. Seriously, couldn't he have gone to a more liberal place? Nope, this one was closest. Sephiroth was flaming gay, knew it, loved it, and didn't care who knew it, though he didn't advertise any part of his life. But it became known because Genesis in all his blood red glory; was so gay he might as well have walked around with a billboard offering blowjobs. It was entertaining when Genesis dressed up as a goth chick/zombie for Halloween at some random party and got hit on until the guy realized he was a she and freaked. Genesis personally enjoyed fucking around with him until the guy found out, relishing on the fact that if he could get so hot and heavy over him, he may as well admit that being gay wasn't a disease, like a lot of the straights in their school acted like. Associating himself with Genesis and Angeal had gotten him labeled as a fag too, to which he couldn't have cared less.

 

Sitting up on his elbows Sephiroth shoved off onto his feet and picked up his rubbing alcohol again. Setting it on the black table Sephiroth ventured into the kitchen in what he dubbed as “lazy clothes,” which consisted of loose black slacks and a black Rob Zombie T-shirt. Grabbing a soda Sephiroth popped the can open and took a long swallow, loving how it burned and tickled down his throat and made his eyes water a tad bit. Taking a breath of relief Sephiroth went back into his room, set the can down and took his seat at his desk in front of his picture littered mirror (which were pictures of him with Genesis and Angeal, random rock concert shots, one of that particular Halloween, and pictures of dudes he thought were sexy) to try and add his new piercing.

 

Lucky for Sephiroth that he was a freak. He may not be some psycho killer, but he was indeed a freak of nature in a lot of aspects. Sometimes Sephiroth liked to think of himself as an actual monster from a horror movie, a demon or an alien. Sephiroth knew he was the product of nasty and probably inhuman experiments, and it kind of turned him on when he thought about it. Sephiroth healed like fucking Wolverine from X-Men. He was fast like the Flash, powerful like Superman, agile like fucking Catwoman and could do a lot of trippy shit with his mind like Jean Grey that would throw Genesis and Angeal for loops when he did the little tricks. Like the time he flipped open his lighter and managed to mold the flames and lift them into the air, the lighter sitting off by his side. Or when Sephiroth set his hand on fire and watched the flames dance around, only to put the fire out and not have a single singed hair.

 

Of course, he never told them how much practice that took. He'd fucked his arm up so many times that Hojo was beginning to seriously loose his patience with his shenanigans; such as the time Sephiroth's pyromania caused him to set his own hair on fire when he was twelve. When Sephiroth was successful in the endeavor of easily manipulating flames Hojo changed his tune and congratulated him, adding it to the little chart he had on Sephiroth. As stupid and immature as some of the things Sephiroth did, Hojo was always pleasantly surprised when Sephiroth learned to do something new.

 

After searing the needle with his lighter Sephiroth held a cork behind the place he wanted to pierce and squinted into his mirror as he leaned close and pushed the searing hot point trough his ear with a light hiss. It was just a small pain, but the sharpness always had him gritting his teeth, especially since he was getting pretty up there on the ear, poking cartilage was different from the lobe. Bending the needle Sephiroth used a small piece of cloth to dab away the already clotting blood. With a sigh Sephiroth leaned back in his chair and took a good swallow of his soda before standing up and grabbing his guitar. Sitting down on the edge of his bed and settling the instrument in his lap, Sephiroth grabbed a pick and strummed a few casual notes, listening to the tunes.

 

Sephiroth had a homework assignment for his band class he hadn't quite got done yet. It was to write a simple jingle with their instrument of choice. Angeal played a base guitar, Genesis of all things picked a fucking electric keyboard so he could jazz up whatever weird tunes he wanted. There was only one other person Sephiroth felt was any merit in their class, and that was Cloud Strife. Cloud transferred into their school (and into the band class) early on into the first semester, and of course, picked the drums. At first Sephiroth wasn't too keen on it, simply because drums were what every fucking wannabe picked, never minding that Sephiroth himself focused on vocals and the electric guitar.

 

He hadn't been too thrilled with anyone that had chosen to play them until Cloud walked up and heaven forbid, played the repercussions from Disposable teens by Marilyn Manson. Cloud had Sephiroth's approval just from song choice. And then his delivery. It was boner worthy. The thump, the delivery, even the way his spiky blonde tresses bounced a little as he bobbed his head with the beat of the hits. The way Cloud maneuvered the sticks on his first day had Sephiroth hard as a fucking rock. He was positively drool worthy. Even Genesis and Angeal approved, naturally.

 

Sephiroth was a cocky bastard by nature, he knew all his vantage points, and knew that if he tried he could probably give every guy, gay or straight a boner. He also knew, that his tastes were fucking perfect. Of course, why wouldn't they be? So if he thought Cloud was a sexy, fuck worthy man then so did Genesis and Angeal. Usually when Sephiroth liked something, they did too, though the degrees always varied. Genesis thought he was pretty hot, Angeal thought he was attractive, but not that into Cloud, though he dug the music choices and talent. Both of these calmed Sephiroth a little from sudden territorial-ness. If Sephiroth wanted something he got it, and no one else. Sephiroth was the only one dreaming about fucking him into the mattress.

 

Sephiroth with his little posse though were disappointed when as soon as class was over an energetic, very well known girl from the popularity poll pounced on him, her arms winding around his neck, one hand idly stroking up the blonde spikes affectionately. Sephiroth wrinkled his nose in disgust and continued to screw around with his guitar, Genesis sitting by him with Angeal putting his base away.

 

Fuck. The first guy that Sephiroth found interesting all semester had to be already dating someone, and a cunt at that. The more Sephiroth saw of the strangely quiet and calm blonde, the more Sephiroth kept jerking off to him at home. He was a sexy little shit, with those slim, form fitting black clothes, and those damn leather gloves. Oh, Sephiroth loved the leather, and though not in any particularly special place, he loved those fucking lion head piercings. Sephiroth had wanted many things in his seventeen years, but for once he positively obsessed. He'd never wanted anything as bad as he wanted Cloud. It positively pissed him off even more.

 

Sephiroth was probably about as crazy about Cloud as a vampire about blood. Sephiroth often resisted, but he felt like he was magnetized to Cloud. Like fucking Edward Cullen to Isabella Swan in that horrifying Twilight movie. The book had been okay, not quite his thing, but he liked it okay enough to get the sequel before he died off on it. But the movie had fucked everything over in Sephiroth's opinion. Was the book that damn stupid and he had not realized it? Sephiroth figured the feature was what was screwed, and God fucking damn it, they were still doing a sequel.

 

After waiting what Sephiroth deemed as enough time Sephiroth went back over to his dresser and without any ice, pulled the needle out and sticking in a spike earring to keep the whole open. Deciding he was done for now Sephiroth splashed the whole with a bit of rubbing alcohol and twisted the earring around a little. His regenerative abilities were kind of a bitch at times like these.

 

“I probably have more holes than most women.” Sephiroth chuckled in the mirror, admiring his new piercing and throwing a long wave of silver hair over his shoulder and smirked at himself.

 

“You're fucking sexy.” Standing up Sephiroth patted his hungry stomach and decided to grab some lunch.

 

“Bacon, bacon, bacon.” Sephiroth muttered as he walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge.

 

 

§

 

 

Cloud jumped awake in bed with the incessant pop music of his cell phone. Stumbling out of the covers the blonde groped into his pants pockets. Finding the sleek black piece of technology Cloud flipped it open to stop the annoying love song that Tifa had picked to be her tone when she called.

 

“Hey baby.” Cloud yawned as he tiredly dragged his feet back over toward the bed and sat down heavily.

 

“Hey!” Tifa chirped as Cloud glanced at the clock. It was ten in the morning on a Sunday. Cloud winced at the high-pitched sound so close to his rising.

 

“Are you free?” Cloud sighed.

 

“Nah, I gotta finish my jingle.” He could practically feel the pout from the other line.

 

“That's right, your music comes before all else.” Cloud smiled a little.

 

“You know it.” He could hear a small huff but ignored it. That had been his condition when they started going out. They grew up together, she should know by now that was the way Cloud rolled. Besides, after spending last night out with Tifa, Cloud had stumbled into home well passed midnight and crashed out in his bed after shirking off his pants and pulling his shoes off. He still had his shirt, boxers, and socks on.

 

“Well all right, you just call me if you've got any free time.” Cloud nodded.

 

“Sure.” And then they hung up. In all actuality, Cloud had no intention of calling her. He wanted what little free time he could get to himself. It had been fine at first when he first started dating Tifa, but as time went on she started to tighten a noose around Cloud's neck. Sometimes it was so tight Cloud couldn't even breath.

 

Lately Cloud had begun thinking about breaking up with her, but every time he thought about she'd get all heavy lidded and drag him up to her bedroom. It wasn't like he was addicted to her sex or anything, he may have lost his virginity to her, but the fact of the matter was that he'd feel like a total Dushbag if he dumped any time close after having sex with her, and he didn't want to upset her by turning her down. Basically, he was still dating her because he felt obligated. Barret told him that if dating her was becoming something of obligation then she wasn't the one for him, but it's so much easier for someone else to say it when they aren't in your shoes. Cloud had a habit of looking up to Barret for all forms of comfort and advice. Barret and done a lot of shit in his short nineteen years, he was even raising a kid. And he was the only one Cloud knew who'd actually spent time in prison.

 

“Cloud, do me a favor and don't EVER get on the bad side of the law. It's there for a good reason. Don't ever be a shit head like me.”

 

For some reason Cloud saw Barret as all wise, for street smarts anyway. Cloud has lived a pretty sheltered life with his Mom. He never had a Dad in the picture, and he really didn't care. Cloud loved his Mom and she loved him, and that was all he needed. He didn't even care what his name was, what he looked like, or even to ever find him. He was perfectly content with what he had. His Mom had taught him everything he knew outside of school, and even she was his all-wise and omnipotent advice giver, just like Barret. Cloud didn't have a lot of problems with her like most teenagers with their parents, and he couldn't give a flying fuck.

 

He shared with her everything. Fuck, she knew when he lost his virginity to Tifa, although she'd known before he even told her which was embarrassing as hell.

 

“It was obvious sweetie. You don't normally hum when you're brushing your teeth.” Cloud had been in love at the time, Tifa hadn't been strangling him back then. Cloud wished he could tell Tifa, but he really didn't want to hurt her feelings, and his mother told him the same thing as Barret. Cloud smiled as he waggled his toes in his sock. He was sucha momma's boy. He even told her about this guy in his class, Sephiroth.

 

Sephiroth was a piece of work. Cloud was surprised the school tolerated all those piercings. In fact, Cloud had to admit that he thought they made him look pretty damn sexy, not counting the long silver hair, those striking green eyes, his tall gait, or his alabaster skin. And Cloud loved leather. Cloud had a bit of thing for tight black clothes, or black leather, on the right body of course, and Sephiroth definitely looked good in it. Cloud didn't mind admitting some guys were sexy. He had no problem at all. Just like had had no problem admitting that Marilyn Manson's voice at times turned him on if he was in the right setting and mood with the right song. Cloud had heard that Sephiroth did vocals too, but in these few months he'd been in the class he hadn't gotten a chance to hear. Cloud really wanted too. He was willing to bet the guy had the voice of a Rock God.

 

Standing up Cloud pulled on his black pants from the night before and shuffled out of his messy room and down a few feet into the hall before hanging a right into the bathroom. Closing the shower Cloud let his loose pants fall before getting ready to shower.

 

 

§

 

 

Sephiroth was sitting in a fold-up chair in the front of the podium with his guitar sitting in his lap, ready for class to start. Today Sephiroth had donned a pair of skin molding leather pants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Sephiroth was wearing a form fitting black button down shirt that he'd left unbuttoned at the top to give a teasing view of the marble skin underneath his shirt. A chain of skulls hung from the belt-loop and slapped against the thick studded belt that crossed over the left studded belt, both sloping down across his front in an x shape. A laced leather bracelet on his right, nails panted black and all piercings in place. A ring on his lip and eyebrow, a long chain of small dice in his left ear lobe, a miniature handcuffs with a key in his right lobe followed by studs and spikes up both ears. Sephiroth was always this lavishly dressed, if not more so sometimes. It usually meant Sephiroth was in a really bad mood when he wasn't.

 

Genesis was shrouded in his red coat as usual from where he sat by Sephiroth and Angeal sitting on Sephiroth's other side in a black Disturbed band shirt and black jeans. Genesis sported a bit of bling, but Angeal was plain, what Genesis liked to call “naked”. There were a few others scattered around the class, some playing classical instruments that most of the time didn't tickle Sephiroth's fancy. The class was always very small because not many took the elective. Sephiroth missed when he, Genesis and Angeal were the only ones taking the seventh period Mr. Mosby had offered. He kept it even though only Sephiroth and the other two were in it, and they got to play all the music they wanted, most of the time acting like they were a real band while taking advice and tips from Mosby. But with only three students last time, this year Mosby got rid of the late class no one took and now they all had to deal with the pests. Most notably, the freshies.

 

Sephiroth's gaze was steadfast on the door, as if his face was magnetized by something, and in came Cloud. Cloud paused and looked up when he felt Sephiroth's gaze and they stared one another down a moment. Nodding once in greeting Cloud walked over toward the back of the class. Sephiroth watched Cloud walk, watching Cloud's ass swagger lightly in his step up the steps toward the back of the elevated class were the drums were located, appreciating the fact that Cloud was wearing tighter pants then usual, but at the same time feeling a stronger rush of desire through his veins. Sephiroth wanted him, and he wanted to get his hands on him. Sephiroth wanted to steal him from his girlfriend. Sephiroth wanted to make a move, but Sephiroth did NOT approach. It was an unspoken rule that just applied to his personality. Sephiroth was never the one to approach someone; they approached him if they wanted his attention. When Sephiroth wanted attention he just got it, not asked for it.

 

“All right everybody.” Mosby walked up to his podium. Mosby was a short guy that used a high chair to elevate him above his students when he sat.

 

“Let's pick up where we left off last week.” And so class began again, like it always did. Sephiroth having to endure the atrocious sound of a saxophone, which in the right mix of beats sounded good, but by itself kinda gave him a headache. The next one always gave him a headache, no matter what, and that was the fucking trumpet, especially because the kid was a fucking newbie and kept fucking up, sometimes ripping into an earsplitting note. Apology and another slip, and another apology would have to be issued before Mosby, who could no longer take the abuse told him to practice a bit more with a smile and move on.

 

Cloud of course, was the highlight for Sephiroth, loving the sound of his beat. The jingle Cloud came up with was clever, short, and depth enough to see it really working in a jingle. Sephiroth had come next and strummed a fast, interesting beat that had Mosby nodding in good spirits. Angeal's base jingle was a little on the faster side and definitely would have sounded fantastic with some electric guitar and drums. Of course, the most interesting and amusing one was Genesis with the whole keyboard and all its synthetic sounds at his disposal. He managed to make a very good beat that in a club would no doubt have had loads of people dancing too.

 

After Genesis Mosby scribbled down on a grading paper for a few moments before addressing the class and starting on the typical stuff. It went on through the week and on Friday, they were once again assigned their once a week, weekend homework.

 

“I'm gonna pair you guys up and have you together, come up with a new jingle.” Sephiroth rolled his eyes when a few of the other students groaned. Seriously, what did they think they were signing up for? After naming off a couple pairs Angeal was called and about died when he was assigned to work with the freshie with the saxophone. Genesis got to work with a newbie guitar player that wasn't so bad and when Sephiroth was called his eyes were already over his shoulder. Being semi-telepathic really rocked sometimes. Their eyes met just when Cloud's name was called and a smirk crossed Sephiroth's features. So, Miracles do exist…

 

“Now, I want this to be a bit more complex.” Sephiroth turned to face Mosby.

 

“It's gonna be at least three to four minutes like an actual song, and I want you and your partner to work out a good beat. And no one person performing most of the song. I'm giving you a month, so it's better be good.” Genesis snickered and glanced past Sephiroth at Angeal, out of the three of them, Angeal was going to have a bitch of a time.

 

“Well, that's it. You may go.” And as usual, they were excused early. Sephiroth pulled the case for his guitar over and was in the process of putting it away when Cloud stooped behind him. Sephiroth felt it, and smelled him, the combination truly mouth watering.

 

“So, where do you want to do it?” Sephiroth looked back at Cloud, his hair hanging over his shoulders as he slapped the lid shut and snapped the locks in place.

 

“I have drums at my place.” Cloud nodded, not at all surprised.

 

“So then?” A sultry smirk curved Sephiroth's dark painted lips as he stared down at the short blonde.

 

“My place. We'll have perfect peace since I live alone.” Cloud nodded.

 

“So, tomorrow?” Sephiroth nodded, both pausing to exchange numbers and quickly scribble down addresses.

 

“How's about ten?” Cloud suggested as the two departed for the band room doors.

 

“That's fine.” Sephiroth said offhandedly, freezing when a flash of long brown hair and full chest bounced passed him and latched onto Cloud.

 

“Hey!” Cloud jumped back in surprise and almost seemed to fall back a little from the force but otherwise remained calm.

 

“Hey.” Cloud said in a mumble to the female who's hair was trying to invade his mouth. Deciding he'd had enough female exposure after a moment, Sephiroth left for his car. Well at least now Sephiroth could sow a seed into Cloud, hoping that it would blossom.

 

Tomorrow would begin the seduction of Cloud Strife.

 

 

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Rufus sat at the end of the long-end meeting table. Nothing but dark and light suites sat here bitching about music and what to do to about it. Do this, do that, have them change this, change that, whether they liked it or not. The corporate bitches had complete control over their little musicians to the point of slavery. It was pretty pathetic. When was the last time the bands got to control their lives? Nineties? That's when the last creative music ended. Rufus would rather have been anywhere but here, but since he owned this particular company he had to sit there and look important and say no just because he could.

 

Shifting slightly in his seat Rufus glanced over toward the wall to his right where the head of his bodyguards, the Turks, stood perfect and professional. The tall, sharp dressed Indian met his gaze and saw the anxious glint in his boss's eyes. Tseng stared openly into his boss' eyes unwaveringly without even the faintest trace of emotion. A small smirk tugged Rufus' lips lightly before he turned his gaze toward the table of suites. That should be enough to signal what he wanted as soon as he got home. Nothing relieves the stress of these boring meeting days better than a good night of sex.

 

 

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Moans and hums were drifting from the back of the posh black couch in the finely furnished upscale penthouse.

 

“Reno…” The deep voice was muffled out and more moans poured from behind the couch. Then a deep groan, followed by a few light-smacking sounds of lips meeting various places of skin.

 

“Reno.” There was a shuffle and a needy groan followed by a deep sigh. A deep groan and a few more moans later there was a pop.

 

“Ugh…”

 

“Reno!” The front door down a short hall to the left of the couch opened and two men jumped straight up from behind the couch. Miraculously, a tall bald man in a sharp black suit was still collected as he stood. But as he slipped his sunglasses back on the shorter fiery red head was still straightening out his clothes when Tseng quickly entered the room.

 

“Your shift is starting early.” Reno and Rude stood straight and at attention. Rude nodded. Tseng draped his topcoat over the back of the couch as he turned into the bathroom to ready himself for his boss, who also happened to be his boyfriend, although the title wasn't quite accepted by the blonde CEO. When the door closed and the shower started, Reno gave a mischievous look up toward the taller man and grabbed his arm. Tugging it a little, Rude lent down enough for the smaller man to give him a quick kiss and then both exited through the front door.

 

Rude was going to have to do something about Reno's sexual appetite, making out and trying to have sex in their captain's penthouse that served as an HQ during the daylight hours wasn't what he'd call tasteful. Rude supposed he'd simply have to educate the slums boy. Reno had crawled out of the slums of the seedy part of town and showed incredible skill and ability. He worked himself all the way up to being Rufus Shinra's bodyguard. Contrary to what most believed, Reno had worked himself to the bone and Rude knew it, he was there. He watched Reno the street rat turn into a miraculous Turk. While getting into a relationship with Reno had been the last thing he had expected, it happened, and despite the sudden bouts of flirtation and sensuality, Rude was quite enjoying himself, even though he never showed it.

 

 

 

Well??? If anybody liked this, let me know and I'll continue. I'm actually surprised the amount of time this one took to write compared to my usual. I'm working on some art for this fic, and I'll post the links if you guys are interested.

 

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