Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Never Say Never ❯ The Actual Shower ( Chapter 3 )

The water was slick and cool as it washed over our heated flesh, and at first, I simply held him against me, taking in the feel of the few defined muscles of his back flexing minutely and massaging the front of my body. My fingertips began at the bottoms of his pectorals and trailed down, wiping the excess water from his frame and mapping out the territory. The actions elicited a sigh from him, and although it was so soft that it was nearly lost over the sound of the water hitting the tub, it was strangely deafening. He tilted his head back onto my right shoulder and brought his hands up to cover and guide mine, and I was briefly fascinated by the contrast of his snow-soft hair against my tanned, grimy skin.

There was a pale orange tint to his nude form, caused by the tainted water pouring onto us, and we both watched, oddly amused, as the colors of the dirt of my body and the sulfur of the water mixed in an erotic dance before swirling down the drain. My hands never paused in their exploration of his body, and from the appearance of his awakening arousal, he didn't mind in the least. Once the water was properly translucent, I set to work.

The shampoo was set behind his head, separated into two small, hotel-granted bottles. I grabbed both, handing him one, and poured the contents of my own into the palm of my hand. He turned around, and I gasped at the feel of the chilled water against my until-now warm skin. He emptied the bottle into his hand, and, after reaching around to remove my hair tie, he sank his fingers deep into my filthy hair, massaging and pulling the soap through and through.

It felt absolutely fantastic.

So, what else was there for me to do but to return the favor?

I smeared the amber substance onto his crown of silver and began to lather the near-albino locks. His eyes closed, but his hands still continued their torment on my scalp, scratching lightly and rubbing in small circles, and I nearly groaned with the simple pleasure of it all. Somehow, our lips found their way to each other, and I found myself on the dominant end of the exchange. It certainly wasn't the first time I'd played seme in a coupling, but it was a rarity. My feminine looks usually damned me towards submissive, and though I did prefer being bottom to top, it could be pretty damned awful sometimes.

And, I thought with a smile, he really did own up to his name.

We parted with a soft smack, and, noticing my smile, he lifted his pretty purple eyes up to mine and blushed. "What is your name?"

I leaned forward once more, but didn't kiss him. My hand moved lower, using the lather from the shampoo as a lubricant, and gently manipulated the flesh at the nape of his neck. His eyelids drooped to half-mast, and I purred, "Whatever you would like it to be."

He shivered and brought his own palms to my chest, upsetting the separate trails of water and washing, gently, with the shampoo. It was so very odd to be treated so gently, that I nearly asked him to just throw me against the wall and take me. Sparing a glance towards Saki's leader guy sitting on the commode, however, I thought better of it, as he was beginning to massage himself through his pants. I reached behind the teen to grab the washcloth and bar of soap from the same tray the shampoo had been sitting on, and as I lathered up the piece of moderately rough cotton, Saki decided to be persistent.

"But I want to know your name."

"Alright," I purred, fully in seductive mode now, "my name is Reno."

"Reno?" So innocent. I was beginning to believe that this kid was either A, a virgin, or B, extremely sheltered. Which made me feel kind of guilty; to be taking that away from him, but hey-that's the slums for ya.

I nodded. "That's right." The cloth in my hands was fully lathered by now, and so I began to drag it across his back, using slow circles and a firm pressure. He gasped and gripped onto my shoulders, so I handed him the bar of soap I had still been holding in my other hand. I was mildly shocked at how smoothly everything was going, but like I said, I can adapt to stuff pretty well.

Though, I did kind of miss his hands grabbing onto me li-ooh. Soapy hands were tracing patterns over my collarbones and sternum, and I tried to bite back the words only after they had left my mouth. "What's your weapon of choice, kid?"

He seemed a bit miffed by the offhand question, but only paused in his actions for a split second. "Materia," he murmured, and I tried not to focus on the slippery fingers playing with my nipples, "but I normally carry a gun when I'm down here. Just in case."

I nodded and squeezed some of the rich, white lather from the washcloth onto my hands. No fucking wonder his hands were so soft... The kid didn't have to touch a weapon, if he used materia. Not technically, anyway. Growing tired of speaking, I began to assault his jaw line with small nips and kisses, delighting in the small whimpers I coaxed from his throat. However, my bent posture limited his access to my body, which apparently, he didn't like very much.

Well, okay. I don't think he minded too much, judging by the way his body writhed. I was now lapping at the perky nubs of flesh on his chest, in love with the shade of rose that they had turned to. The heat of my breath over his skin contrasted deeply with the persistent cool of the water, and his skin jumped and pulled taut, confused by the swirl of feelings.

Still, he grabbed me by the crown of drooped spikes atop my head, albeit very hesitantly, and pulled with little more pressure than he would pluck a flower from the ground with. I kissed him full on the mouth once more, and then pushed him back against the wall. Mild confusion clouded his eyes before he realized that I was now taking the lead, and so he relaxed slightly, and watched me with hooded lilac eyes.

I'd probably dream about them, too. Don't ask me what gave me that feeling.

I quickly set to weaving a trail of passion down the front of his body, my hands massaging his thighs and hips roughly. I could feel the muscles trembling beneath my fingertips, and knew that I would probably end up holding him against the wall.

At this, my ego smirked a bit.

By the time I got to his abdomen, I slowed my actions a bit, teasing now. I let only the tip of my nose touch him, or perhaps the tips of my bangs, dragging them with agonizing lethargy across the curves of his hipbones. He arched and twisted, begging, pleading for me to just take him.

He was turning out to be every bit as fun as I had hoped. I smiled cheekily, and, instead of making eye contact with the kid, I shifted to the side and instead caught the gaze of Saki's seme. He had his erection standing tall out of the fly of his pants, but he wasn't touching it...yet.

Making sure I kept the boy still by pressing against his navel (though I still traced it a bit with my thumb... it was kind of cute the way it made him squirm), I allowed my tongue to sneak out past my lips and touch just at the base of the teen's head.

I then rubbed at him twice. Once forward, and once back toward myself.

I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd say they had practiced the moan they just simultaneously gave me. Seme's hand flew to his cock and gripped the base tightly, his eyes murky with lust and aggression, while Saki thrust violently forward with his hips.

You know, I'm famous for giving head. It's what our gang leader originally recruited and advertised me for.

For a full five minutes, I kept him in limbo, exploring with my lips, teeth, tongue, and hand, but never fully taking him in my mouth. He'd bust his nuts far too quickly for my tastes if I did that, and I had a feeling that Seme here wanted this to last.

So, after I had turned Saki into one whimpering pile of soapy goo, I stood, smirking devilishly at the keening disappointment that emanated from his mouth. "Saaa, 'Ki-kun," I murmured to him, "you'll have your fun. Are you ready to be prepared?"

In response, he threw his arms around my neck and, using that for leverage, hopped gracefully and clenched my waist in a death-grip.

You know? I really like this kid.

I coaxed some of the dissipating lather from his shampooed locks, more than enough for the application, and began to plunder his mouth once more. The kiss was brief. "You've done this before, ne?"

"...Once. Most of the time I just give head."

"Alright, I'll go easy, then."

"No, that's alright... I kinda like it rough."

Surprised, I turned so that his back was against the back of the shower stall, giving Seme there an excellent view for what was about to take place. He nodded his approval, his hand slowly pumping his arousal, and I shrugged as I turned back to my client. "Alrighty, kid. If it hurts too much, just lemme know, 'kay?"

"Okay."

Despite his assurance that he liked it rough, I still didn't want to end up actually hurting him. I didn't like it when people did it to me, and though there are some pretty weird people out there, I didn't think he'd be too keen on it, either. So instead of going with just one finger, as I had originally planned, I started by slamming two straight into him, earning myself a deep, husky moan unlike anything I'd heard from him yet.

Maybe he did like it rough, after all.

Jesus, the kid was tight.

I scissored and twirled a dance inside of him, intentionally flicking against his hot spot several times, driving him insane. I loved to tease people. I never understood why, but I always derived more pleasure from teasing the other person to near-madness than going through with the actual act itself. Within moments, I had him bucking against my hand, and, once more, whining at me as I removed my fingers from his body.

I met his gaze, my green caressing his deep violet, and then buried myself within him.

To the hilt.

Straight up, bitch.

Oh, Lord...

His breath wheezed out of him in a rush and his hands came up to their former spot on my shoulders, this time gripping so tight they drew blood. The spike of pain only heightened the sudden concrete wall of pleasure I had literally slammed myself into, and I paused for a moment, if only to regain my sanity.

Then, I moved.

Long, deep, seemingly reckless thrusts that were actually individually aimed and planned. Well, at least I'd like to think they were. In all actuality, I never really lasted long when I was a top, simply because I never really got to do it that often. Besides that, the kid was squeezing me with the muscles in his ass, and in general?

It felt god damned good.

We writhed against each other savagely, the blood running in small turrets down my back by now. It mingled with the water in the bottom of the tub and turned the clear liquid a light shade of pink. My hands would leave large, presumably ugly and marring bruises on his hips from how hard I realized I was gripping, but I didn't let up. I couldn't. It felt like I had no control over my body, and the scary part was that I didn't really care, either.

Orgasm quickly approached for the both of us, and it took a fucking lot of self-control to hold out until he climaxed. When he did, he most certainly didn't hold back, and splashed the both of our chests with a generous coating of the white stuff. I thrust a few good times during and afterwards, for good measure, before I let myself go.

It was then that the mysterious gun-wielding guy from behind the restaurant popped into my head. At the memory of his sleek, predatory way of just existing, I couldn't help but wail loudly as I shot my load deep inside of the exhausted (but clean!) teen.

After we had both ridden the wave of passion to its final hurrah, I pulled myself from him and, once more, simply held him against me. If he had called my name during his orgasm, I didn't know it. I maneuvered us so that we stood under the spray of the shower and let the water work the rest of the shampoo out of our hair.

I have got to do that more often.

He finally lifted his head from my shoulder and, with swollen lips and tired eyes, smiled a brilliant smile at me. "That was incredible."

"Indeed."

Our heads turned toward the other man in the room, noting the silver-white jewels that now decorated his hand and torso.

"That will be sufficient for today," he smiled a half-smirk, "Reno, however, I don't believe I'd mind terribly if we could possibly meet again in the near future."

I ran my fingers back through Saki's hair, smiling softly at the crazed grin the boy held on his face. Once the hair was combed back, I squeezed the water from his hair. "I don't think that would be a problem, sir."

"Please, call me Vincent."

I smiled at him as he tucked himself back into his pants. Vincent. The name fit.

We stood under the spray for a few moments more, letting it wash the aftermath from our bodies. Once fully clean, we separated with a chaste kiss and exited the tub. I accepted the towel Vincent offered with a nod and habitually ignored the way he gave me a once-over.

It felt good to be clean again. With the cleanliness of the body came the cleanliness of the mind, I could remember hearing somewhere, and it felt kinda like what I imagined a breath of fresh air to feel like. As I ran the towel over my skin, absently noting the lack of smudges on the off-white colored cloth, a pair of arms wound around me from behind. I tensed reflexively, but soon relaxed, as there were small, hesitant pushes following the line of my shoulders.

Saki was kissing my hair...

When he got from one shoulder to the other, he returned to the center and laid the side of his face against the nape of my neck. I turned my head, trying to see him, but was only met with the view of the shower curtain. He hugged me against him, and suddenly, I grew terribly uncomfortable. The majority of my clients were very far from affectionate, and so I really wasn't used to being cuddled. It did feel nice, though.

"Thanks, Reno."

"No problem, kid."

Gratitude was something almost unheard of sub-plate. It was considered a weakness; most people didn't even know what the word meant. He let go and we dressed in silence, though it was companionable and pleasing, instead of awkward. I actually smiled a real smile when he took my hand within his.

I guess I should shower more often...

When we entered the bedroom area, Red was still watching TV, appearing completely unaffected by the noises that had to have come from the bathroom. Either he had selective hearing or no libido...who knows. Vince was standing in front of the coffee table doing something with his wrists, and Saki dropped my hand to go speak with him.

The kid had a sexy walk.

They talked quietly for a bit, Red looking up every once in a while, before Vincent smiled affectionately and tucked Saki's hair behind his ears. The kid was positively beaming, almost bouncing in his excitement. I frowned at the sight, however, confused.

It was just a good fucking. In the shower, no less. What was so god damned great about it?

Regardless, as they turned to me, I put on my most charming smile.

Looks like Reno's got himself some new regulars.


Author's Notes, as per obligation: Wow, this is really short, I know. And the ending sucks, too. Many sorries. ;o; But! I had a good reason for posting it, lol. Hope you guys liked it... I felt kind of awkward writing it because these sorts of things would be a lot easier if I were actually male and could speak from experience... but alas! I am not. Leave some love. ^^