Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Party Favors ❯ Chapter 1

“Party favors”

Part 1

~* Part of the “Pass the Cloud” project *~

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*Disclaimer: The world that this story is set in and all characters therein 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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Reno loved the VIP parties that Rufus occasionally threw for the Turks, but something felt off about this one. For one thing, Rufus warned him not to talk about the party with anyone else. The president had booked a special suite on the top floor of the most prestigious hotel in the city. The suite came with a party room as usual, but this one had a large bedroom connected to it in the back, with a huge, circular bed and a modern fire pit.

 

Always eager to party, Reno arrived before any of his fellow employees and Rufus wasted no time showing him around. The redhead's first thought was that his boss had plans for a Turk sandwich later on, which wasn't very unusual. When he was in the mood for this sort of party he only invited Reno, Rude and Tseng. Elena had long ago learned that some company parties were off limits to her because they were more like planned orgies for the boss and his favorite male Turks. He couldn't put his finger on why this felt unusual to him.

 

“You're gonna spoil us, boss,” Reno said with a grin as he walked around the huge bed and gave Rufus a flirtatious wink.

 

Rufus responded with a sly, quiet smile and Reno felt a chill of premonition go down his spine. That smile meant something more than sexual promise, he knew by now. He was beginning to get what was bugging him about this setup. “Uh, this isn't just for some tender lovin' between us all later, is it?”

 

Rufus tilted his head and studied him with cool gray eyes. “Yes, I have more…elaborate plans for this bedroom, which is why this is a closed party with only you, Tseng and Rude on the guest list.”

 

The president approached his subordinate and put his arms around him, letting his hands slide down to cup Reno's ass possessively. “I'll explain what's so special about this gathering when the others get here, though I imagine you'll guess the surprise before then.”

 

Reno allowed his boss to kiss him deeply, sighing softly against his lips as his tongue thrust into his mouth. Inwardly he was cringing. ~I really hope this doesn't have anything to do with Strife, but the boss is determined to catch him again and teach him a lesson for what he did to us. Damn…am I gonna have to come up with something to pull Blondie's ass out of the fire again?~

 

The clever redhead was adept at hiding his feelings, or at least masking them enough that even Rufus couldn't know how much he dreaded the thought of kidnapping Cloud again. He didn't have to feign the moan the rose in his throat as Rufus reached between his legs and rubbed his crotch. Though he'd grown fonder of Cloud Strife than he dared to admit, Reno's feelings for Rufus remained intact and he had a distinct weakness for the man's patient authority. He put his arms around the president and caressed his invading tongue with his own, his breath quickening with pleasure as Rufus massaged his groin until it was stiff in his trousers.

 

“Nobody moans quite like you, Fox,” Rufus purred as he pulled back to study the redhead's anglular, fair features. He kissed the tempting, gasping lips one last time before ceasing his stimulation. He smiled at the dazed lust in Reno's sea-green eyes and patted him on the rump. “We'll finish this later,” he promised as he traced his employee's lips with his fingertips.

 

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Reno's fears were confirmed as the others showed up. Rufus turned down the music blaring from the stereo system and made an announcement to the three men.

 

When he had their attention, Rufus explained: “I've got a special treat for you all tonight—one that I'm sure you'll all appreciate.”

 

Reno glanced sidelong at Rude and closed his eyes briefly, hoping the boss wasn't about to say what he thought he was going to say.

 

“You're all of course aware of the…incident…that occurred weeks ago between myself, Reno and a certain blond-haired mercenary who's ever been a thorn in the side of ShinRa, Inc. I'm sure the two of you also share our curiosity concerning this man as well.”

 

Tseng's face was impassive as always but Reno saw the intrigue in his dark eyes, and Rude shifted a little beside him. That was one thing about Rufus ShinRa; he could recognize sexual desire or intrigue in even the most hard to read people. When nobody denied his assumptions concerning their interest in Cloud, the president continued. “Cloud Strife will be—quite literally—delivering himself right into our hands tonight. The indignation I've suffered at his hands will be rectified and perhaps by the end of the evening, he'll finally be more willing to work with ShinRa on a more permanent level.”

 

Rude shook his head very slightly with disagreement and Rufus' cold eyes settled on him. “You doubt me?”

 

The dark-skinned man straightened and immediately apologized. “No sir…I just don't think Strife is going to see things our way overnight, if he could do it at all. He's even more stubborn than Reno.”

 

Reno smirked at him and punched him lightly in the arm. It hardly fazed the bigger man and he reached out and ruffled the redhead's hair with silent affection.

 

“Then I suppose we'll have to schedule follow-up appointments if necessary.” Rufus looked at Tseng searchingly. “What about you, Tseng? Do you have any thoughts on this endeavor?” Tseng had always been sensible, thoughtful and unfailingly trustworthy.

 

“I think it's the most insane recruitment plan I've ever heard,” The Turk leader said without hesitation, brushing his glossy raven hair over his shoulder. “It's utter madness, in fact.” Before Rufus could even scowl, he added; “But it's intriguing madness, all the same. I admit, there is something about Strife that I've always found…interesting. The effort alone should prove entertaining, if nothing else.”

 

Rufus smiled, pleased with the response. His eyes settled on Reno and there was something challenging in them. “And you? I couldn't help but notice during the last encounter that it took some time for you to show your normal enthusiasm. Are you conflicted, Reno?”

 

There was really only one acceptable answer to that. Reno grinned toothily at his boss and shrugged. “You know I don't have a problem as long as he's willing, Sir. It's just…” He paled as long-buried memories tried to rush to the surface, filling his mouth with a horrible dryness and making him want to gag. He swallowed and frowned, averting his gaze. Rufus was the only one that knew…the only one that had any idea of what he'd been forced to do to survive before he recruited him. If it hadn't been for Rufus he'd have lost his virginity by force, eventually.

 

The president's eyes softened slightly and he nodded with understanding. “You don't have to worry about that, Reno. As with before, he'll be willing in the end.” He studied his stunning subordinate for a moment, feeling a rare surge of compassion. “Perhaps you shouldn't participate in this, if it bothers you so much.”

 

In a moment of weakness, Reno almost took him up on that offer. It would have saved him from having to choose between obeying his boss and saving Cloud's ass again. The problem was if he did as Rufus suggested, he couldn't be here to put a stop to it if things got out of hand. He'd never felt so torn in his life and he didn't like it one bit. “Yo, I'm not a puss. I know you'll have Blondie begging for it in no time, so I can handle it, Sir.”

 

Rufus smiled at him and his pulse raced in response. As conniving and dirty as the man could be, his smiles always sent a thrill through the redhead. Reno considered the situation and sighed inwardly. His unwanted feelings for Cloud only allowed one choice, and it was a risky one. “I'm gonna use the little Turk's room, yo,” he announced to his companions.

 

Nobody objected and Rufus turned the music back on, chatting alternately with Tseng and Rude. Reno crossed the room and went through the bedroom door, deigning to use the more private bathroom in there. He started to break out into a nervous sweat as he agonized over what he had to do and he hoped that none of his associates suspected anything.

 

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“Strife delivery service.”

 

“Yo Cloud, wassup?”

 

Cloud checked his watch and tried to ignore the way his heart thudded in response to the sound of Reno's voice. “I'm at a rest stop on the way to make a delivery…to Junon, in fact. Are you in the city tonight?”

 

~Shit, why did I have to ask that? Not smooth…not smooth at all. I might as well just tell him I want to hook up and screw his brains out again.~

 

“Yeah, I'm in town. Hey, that delivery you've got? Don't make it, man.” Reno's tone was unusually serious and his voice sounded tense.

 

Cloud frowned. “What do you mean, `don't make it'? I can't just blow it off. I can meet up with you somewhere afterwards if you want—“

 

“No, you airhead!” Reno hissed urgently, “I'm telling you, DON'T take this delivery! I'm trying to cover your ass here, babe.”

 

The blonde's frown became a scowl. “Let me guess…Rufus.”

 

“Yeah,” Reno said in a tired tone, “let's just say he's throwing a party tonight and he wants you to be the `guest of honor'.”

 

Cloud sighed deeply and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “So that's it. Here I'd hoped he'd finally given up on his crazy schemes.” He quieted and thought over the matter, a slow, dangerous grin tugging on his lips.

 

“Cloud? You there?” Reno sounded more nervous than he'd ever sounded before.

 

“Yeah, I'm still here. Listen, get off of that floor. I don't care what excuse you've got to make. In fact, it would be best if you left the building altogether. Say you're going out for party favors or something.”

 

Reno pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it for a moment. He slowly brought it back to his ear again and murmured, “What the hell are you planning, Blondie?”

 

“I'm putting an end to this,” Cloud said firmly, “if I have to finish the job Diamond weapon started on Rufus to do it, tough shit.”

 

Reno's eyes widened to blue-green discs in his face. “Hold it,” he said desperately, “just don't deliver the package and it'll be fine, yo!”

 

“Oh, I'm going to deliver a package all right,” Cloud growled. “It'll be a blast…pun intended! I want you out of that building, Reno. I'm serious.”

 

“Wait, man,” Reno practically begged, “I can't let you do this and besides that, it's not like you! Think about it, Strife; this is a hotel full of other people that ain't got a damned thing to do with us. You really wanna set a bomb and get other people hurt or killed just to get at the Turks?”

 

“You've got room to talk,” Cloud said in a low, dangerous tone. “You blew up the pillar that—“

 

“I know, I fucking know!” Reno snapped, swallowing as old guilt curdled in his gut like bad milk, “I'm fucking slime, okay? But you're not…you're…decent. I'll think of something else, just don't do this `cause if you try I'm gonna have to stop you.”

 

Cloud paused. Reno…with a conscience? He knew better though. His loyalty to his coworkers and the president far outweighed any concerns he might have for civilians. He was right though; Cloud wasn't like the Turks and if he let them drive him to do something so radical he might as well just join their ranks. “Okay, what's your idea, hotshot?”

 

Reno dragged his fingers through his hair and sighed with relief. “I dunno yet,” he admitted, “but believe me, I'll come up with something if you're gonna insist on making this delivery. Don't suppose I can convince you to just let me handle it, yo?”

 

“Not a chance,” Cloud answered, “I want to see that bastard get what's coming to him. Figure something out before I show up, Reno. If you don't, I'll find a way to clear that floor of innocent people and they'll be picking up pieces of your boss for weeks.”

 

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Cloud honestly had no way to build a bomb at short notice and it wasn't something he could just pick up at a local hardware store. What he did have in his storage compartments were a couple canisters of sleeping gas and a few grenades. His first impulse was to pack the delivery box with the grenades, so pissed off and tired of Rufus' games that he wanted to kill him. After a moment's reflection, he sighed and shook his head, choosing the sleeping gas instead.

 

As angry as he was, he knew that if he resorted to murder he'd regret it later and the thought of Reno getting hurt made his chest ache. He'd figure out what to do to Rufus after he had him subdued. Reno had sounded convincingly alarmed over the phone when Cloud made his initial threat, so the blonde was confident that the he would come up with something out of the fear of his boss getting blown up.

 

After making his preparations, he called Tifa and told her he might not be back until the next day. He left the rest stop to finish the trip Junon Harbor, fully armed and ready to teach the rest of the Turks the same lesson he'd taught Rufus and Reno.

 

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Reno figured he'd set a new record for himself at speed and efficiency. Being the horny redhead that he was, the first thing he came up with to keep his boss and fellow Turks from molesting Cloud was…sex. If they were too busy screwing each other they wouldn't be able to concentrate on manhandling Strife, so he came up with what he thought was another one of his brilliant ideas. He did as Cloud advised and told Rufus he wanted to get some party favors, which seemed to reassure the president that he was willing and able to participate in tonight's scheduled event.

 

As soon as he left the building, Reno called everyone he knew that might have an idea where to score some ecstasy. While his drug use was generally limited to clove cigarettes and alcohol, he knew people that would know where to get the best of it. His efforts paid off after a few calls and he chased up the lead he was given, promising the dealer he'd pay double the price if he could get it to him within the hour. They met up in the Hotel lounge public bathroom and made the exchange under the stall doors.

 

Before heading back upstairs to carry out his plan, Reno dialed Cloud's number and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for him to pick up.

 

“This is Cloud,” the blonde said, evidently having seen Reno's number on the caller ID. He was hard to hear over the wind and the sound of the motor, but the sound lessened after a moment and Reno guessed that he'd pulled over to talk.

 

“I got it taken care of,” Reno said. “I'm about to give the boys some party favors they'll never forget, yo. You gonna give up this plan to blow my guys up?”

 

Cloud was silent for a moment, considering. “What are you doing?”

 

Reno smirked. “Let's just say by the time you get here, they'll all be too busy to worry about you. I'm spiking the drinks with X, man.”

 

Cloud was glad that he had pulled off the road because he surely would have wrecked if he'd been driving when he heard that. “YOU'RE DOING WHAT??”

 

“Easy Blondie!” Reno said defensively, “It'll wear off in the morning! Can you think of a better way than sex to distract a pack of men?”

 

Cloud gritted his teeth. “You really think it's a bright idea to give a group of guys intent on jumping my ass a drug that'll make them horny? Are you nuts?”

 

“Well, yeah,” Reno said with a flush of annoyance, “Think about it man—if they're too busy fucking each other they aren't going to bother manhandling you, yo.”

 

Cloud groaned. There was certain logic to Reno's point but it definitely didn't follow the normal path. “You'd better be right about this. To me it sounds like waving a red flag in front of a bull, but you know your buddies better than I do.”

 

“Trust me,” assured the redhead, “I know what I'm doing. It'll be fine.”

 

“What are you planning to tell them when they wake up tomorrow and realize what happened?” Cloud inquired ominously.

 

“Uh, I guess I'll have to wing it.”

 

Cloud sighed again. Reno was treading on dangerous ground and he didn't like it one bit. “I'll definitely have to show up now. I'll write a note taking credit for their condition so that they won't suspect you.”

 

Reno felt a throb of warmth in his chest and he stifled it as best he could. “That's real decent of you, Cloud. Thanks, man.”

 

Cloud shrugged. “I'm just returning the favor. You covered my ass, so I'm going to cover yours. See you in an hour or so.”

 

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Reno returned to the party and passed out the placebo favors he'd picked up to cover his story. Rufus lifted a bottle of strawberry flavored body oil out of his bag and raised an eyebrow.

 

Reno shrugged. “You've already got every kind of vibrator under the sun, boss. I figured I couldn't go wrong with a tasty treat.”

 

Tseng opened his goody bag and found a pair of edible undies, which made him smirk subtly.

 

Rude opened his bag and sighed with exasperation. “Ha-fucking-ha. Conditioning shampoo. You're a real joker, man.”

 

“Oops,” Reno said quickly, trading bags with him, “That's mine, yo. Guess I got `em mixed up.”

 

Pacified, Rude opened the new bag and reached in to pull out a small pistol. “Uh…”

 

“It's a lube applicator,” Reno snickered, “Or you could load it with the boss's tasty body oil and squirt it all over Strife…or whoever.”

 

Rude grinned whitely, examining the ingenious, realistic gun with new interest. “Cool.”

 

Reno imagined his partner pushing it up someone's ass to lube them up and he was caught between amusement and arousal at the mental picture. Cloud was right; he was kind of twisted. “Well, let's break open some of the good stuff and hang out `till the guest gets here, yo.”

 

Reno went to the bar and opened a couple of bottles of champagne, covertly dropping two tablets of ecstasy in each one. He also slipped a couple into the open bottle of whiskey for good measure, trying to make sure that all of his companions got a dose. If he didn't notice it taking affect on them after a half hour, he'd give them some more. Knowing their favorite poisons, he poured champagne for Rufus and Tseng before making a whiskey sour for Rude. For himself, he chose an unopened bottle of beer from the mini fridge.

 

“It's gonna be a hell of a night,” Reno grinned at each of them as he handed their drinks to them.

 

“It certainly will, if it goes as planned,” Rufus agreed, patting the redhead on the rump after taking his champagne flute from him.

 

~Oh Sir, if you only knew. I'm sorry, Rufus.~

 

Reno kept his guilty thoughts carefully hidden and opened his beer, drinking up with his companions and praying to gods he didn't even believe in that his plan would work. After a while, they took their seats on the expensive leather couches in the center of the party room and relaxed. Rufus rested his hand intimately on Tseng's knee as they drank and chatted, while Rude put an arm around Reno's shoulders and played with his ponytail. Reno appointed himself as the bartender and he noticed that Rufus was drinking more slowly than everyone else.

 

“You feeling okay, Sir?” Reno asked, nervous that the president wasn't getting a good enough dose of the good stuff. “You're drinking pretty slow tonight, yo.”

 

“I'd rather not imbibe to the point where it will affect my performance,” Rufus said coolly, “I want to be awake and aware of every whimper, moan and plea that comes out of Strife's pretty mouth.”

 

Reno resisted the urge to worry his lower lip as he took the flute that Rufus finally drained and went to pour him another.

 

~I'm gonna have to give him a direct hit, otherwise my plan is doomed.~

 

Reno opened a fresh bottle of champagne and dropped a whole tablet into the glass before pouring it. The little bit that Rufus had gotten from that one glass he'd drank earlier wasn't going to be enough and Reno would just give him untainted champagne after this glass, to be sure he didn't accidentally overdose him. He poured Rude another mixed drink and realized the whiskey bottle was only a fourth full. He pulled a new bottle out of the cupboard and opened it, debating on whether he should drop more tablets in.

 

“What's the holdup, Reno?”

 

Distracted by Rude's demanding question, the redhead absently dropped two tablets into the new bottle and screwed the cap back on. “I was just getting another bottle out, yo.”

 

He hurried back to his companions, careful not to slosh any of the liquor. After handing out the refills he took his seat beside Rude again. He smirked when his partner took a hefty gulp of his drink and leaned closer to him, nuzzling his hair.

 

“You smell so good,” Rude murmured, slipping a hand into the open V of Reno's shirt. The redhead responded by turning his head to kiss his partner full on the lips. He grinned against Rude's mouth as the bald man returned the kiss with fervor. Usually it took a little playing to get Rude to unwind for public necking—he was more reserved than the others when there was an audience. Reno knew the X was working; at least on Rude. He glanced out the corner of his eye at his other two companions sitting adjacent from he and Rude and he saw that Tseng was likewise becoming affected. The raven-haired Turk was nibbling Rufus' ear and the president was rubbing his thigh in response.

 

~So far, so good. When Rufus gets hit it's gonna be on.~

 

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It happened sooner than he expected. After finishing the fully spiked glass of champagne, Rufus got to his feet unsteadily and announced that he was going to the bathroom. He stumbled a bit and there was a glazed look in his gray eyes. Reno felt faint concern as he watched his boss stagger to the bedroom as if in a trance.

 

~Fuck, don't tell me this is going to end up with us in the emergency room getting the boss's stomach pumped!~

 

Rufus paused at the bar and poured himself a glass of ice water. Reno relaxed, thinking that if he had the sense to re-hydrate he was going to be okay. He heard Tseng chuckle and he turned to look at the dark-haired Turk.

 

“'Hope you enjoyed the ride,'” Tseng said as he lifted his glass to his lips for a sip. He snickered and coughed on the champagne, his dark eyes flicking to Reno as he smirked. It was so out of character that the redhead knew beyond a doubt he was tweaking.

 

“Yeah, funny stuff man,” Reno grimaced, wincing with remembered discomfort, “Maybe you should cut back for a while after this one, yo?”

 

Tseng shrugged bonelessly and finished his drink. He peered down at his tailored suite at the tent forming in the crotch of his pants. “Hmm, interesting,” he pondered in a fascinated tone. “Usually, alcohol makes it more difficult to get one of these.” He snickered helplessly again and waved at his hard-on.

 

“You're drunk,” Rude said with a burp. His hand was rubbing Reno's thigh as if it had a mind of its own. “I think I am too, a little. Horny as hell too…when is Strife gonna get here?”

 

“Another ten, twenty minutes I think,” Reno answered with a glance at his wristwatch. “You getting impatient, baby?” He squeezed Rude's hardening groin and grinned with the dark-skinned Turk groaned and put an arm around him.

 

“Like you wouldn't believe,” Rude said honestly.

 

Rufus came out of the bedroom toilet and stood in the doorway, peering at the Turks with an odd intensity in his eyes. He also had a noticeable boner tenting the crotch of his designer white slacks and his expression was hot and impatient. “Someone join me in the bedroom…now.”

 

Tseng and Rude both got to their feet anxiously, both men just as aroused and uninhibited as the president. Reno watched as they hurried to join Rufus and when the boss's smoky eyes settled on him, the redhead spread his hands.

 

“Someone's got to get Strife trussed up nice and tight when he gets here, Sir. Nobody can cuff a man faster than me.” Reno grinned at his boss, knowing that Rufus was beyond the ability to feel suspicion now.

 

“Good point,” Rufus said. He grabbed Tseng by his tie and yanked him into the room with him, grabbing Rude's arm with his other hand. The door slammed shut and it wasn't long before Reno could hear all three men groaning and gasping with throaty pleasure.

 

“Damn, I'm good,” The redhead congratulated himself with a smile.

 

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Cloud was ready for a fight when he knocked on the door of the suite. When Reno opened the door he relaxed a little. “Where are they?” he asked, peering over the redhead's shoulder with wary blue eyes.

 

“In the back bedroom, man.” Reno looked him up and down, giving him one of his foxy grins. “Like I said, I took care of it. Come on in.”

 

Cloud hesitated and Reno sighed. “Are you gonna be like this every time we run into each other?”

 

“Yes,” Cloud answered with a direct look at him. “If that bothers you, maybe you should have thought of it before you tricked me.”

 

The Turk lowered his eyes. “I guess I earned it. Here, just have a listen and you can hear my buds going to town on each other, yo.” He stepped aside to give Cloud room and the blonde stepped warily into the threshold and cocked his head to one side, listening to the muffled bangs and groans coming from the room in the back.

 

A smile slowly spread on Cloud's lips, prompting Reno to grin as well. “See? Right now, the only thing on their minds is screwing each other. Why don't you come in and have a drink with me?”

 

Since Cloud hadn't yet decided whether he wanted to do something else to Rufus and the others for attempting this on him and Reno was such a temptation, the blonde nodded once and walked through the doorway.

 

“You want a mixed drink?” Reno asked as Cloud set his package down by the couch and sat down.

 

“Sounds good.” Cloud twisted in his seat, too wary of Reno's wily temperament to take his eyes off him while he was mixing the drinks.

 

The Turk paused at the bar, looking at the whiskey bottles. He didn't remember pulling the third bottle out but he knew that he'd drugged the one sitting next to the nearly empty bottle. With a shrug, he selected the safe bottle and poured a drink for both he and Cloud. He noticed the blonde's stare and he chuckled. “Baby, you don't need any special boost. I'm not interested in slipping you a mickey.”

 

He honestly couldn't blame Cloud for his wariness, so he didn't take offense when the blonde refused to stop watching him. Smiling at the fighter, Reno approached and took a sip from both glasses to show that if he'd dropped anything in either one, he'd be getting it too. “See? Take your pick, Blondie.”

 

Cloud took the left-hand glass and sat stiffly as the redhead took a seat beside him and snuggled up to him. He sipped his drink and closed his eyes as Reno leaned in and kissed him on the neck. “I'm not here for that, remember?” Cloud said, trying to keep his voice from betraying the affect that Reno's kiss had on him. He leaned away from Reno and pulled the note he'd written out of his back jeans pocket. “Here's the letter to leave on the bar. Hopefully Rufus and the others will blame it all on me.”

 

“So noble,” Reno teased, tonguing the skin under Cloud's right ear. He smirked when the blonde shivered in response. “Can't I get a kiss?”

 

Cloud turned his head and kissed him suddenly, taking him off guard only for a moment. Reno was getting used to Strife's quicksilver responses. It was one of the things that made him so hot. Their tongues dueled, sharing the taste of whiskey and soda. Cloud broke the kiss abruptly, his breath heavy and his eyes smoldering.

 

“That's all I trust myself to give,” he said huskily. He took a deep swallow of his drink and Reno did the same. The sounds coming from the back room only made them more aware of the sight, feel and scent of one another. Before long, they had both drained their glasses and Reno got up to pour a couple more.

 

“I can't overdo it,” Cloud warned as the redhead mixed another round. “I've still got to drive.”

 

“No ya don't,” argued the redhead. “I'll book you a room here for the night. No sense in you driving all the way back to Edge tonight.”

 

“You want to book me a room here,” Cloud repeated with a frown, “in the same hotel my would-be kidnappers are holing up? You really ARE nuts.”

 

Reno grinned and winked at the blonde. “They'd never think to look here, would they? The closer you are, the less likely they are to find you, yo.”

 

Cloud furrowed his brow and wondered if he was becoming as twisted as Reno, because again the logic made a sort of odd sense to him. “There's still my bike,” he argued.

 

“There's a parking garage, man,” Reno said with a little shake of his head. “If you get too drunk they've got valet services to park your ride.” He returned to the couch with the drinks and sank down beside him again.

 

“Still sounds like a pretty dumb risk to take, but I guess those guys aren't going to be in any condition to cause me any trouble tomorrow morning.” Cloud took the drink that the other man offered him and took a deep swallow. He couldn't take his eyes off of Reno and despite the fact that the men who had plotted to jump him were in the next room, he was feeling more relaxed by the moment. Desire stirred his blood as he stared at the Turk, admiring his handsome features, pretty eyes and vivid hair. He impulsively reached out to trace the tattoos that were high on Reno's cheekbones, fascinated by them.

 

“When did you get these, anyway?” He asked.

 

Reno took another drink and lowered his eyes, unconsciously nuzzling his cheek against the blonde's caressing hand. “Back when I was initiated into the Turks. It's sort of symbolic, like those wolf head earrings you wear. The boss said I reminded him of a fox and I got them as a symbol of loyalty to him. It's pretty personal…why the hell am I telling you this?” He was smiling softly at Cloud, with a vulnerable look the blonde had never seen on his face before.

 

Cloud was enthralled with this new information. He removed the elastic holding the redhead's ponytail and combed his fingers through the freed locks. “So soft,” he murmured, watching the shiny strands sift through his fingers. He looked him in the eye and said; “So, you really do belong to Rufus.”

 

Reno laughed softly and put his hand over the blonde's chest, feeling the heart beating strongly under his palm. “I belong to myself first, yo. I just…Rufus got me out of a bad rut and gave me a purpose. I'm never gonna forget that, but I've got my own mind.”

 

“You've proved that,” Cloud agreed, putting his hand over the one on his chest. They stared into each other's eyes and drank in unison. Cloud began to feel oddly light and he couldn't stop admiring the way the overhead lights highlighted Reno's features and hair. He was just so beautiful and Cloud wondered how he'd ever be able to fight him again if it came down to it. He was hardening in his pants and his desire for the Turk was growing steadily.

 

Reno was likewise fascinated with Cloud and becoming painfully aroused. It wasn't so unusual for his body to react easily to the blonde's proximity and touch, but it was more powerful now than usual…almost as if an outside force was stroking his libido and…and…

 

Reno went still and looked down at his drained glass, staring at the melting ice cubes in the bottom of it. “Ooooohhhh….Fuuuuuck.” The light twinkled on the crystalline ice cubes and he stared at it with his mouth hanging open, trying to gather his thoughts.

 

Cloud sobered a bit when he heard the low, drawn-out curse. “'Oh fuck', what?” He saw the way the Turk stared at his empty glass and Cloud looked down at his own, feeling the world shift around him with the motion. “Reno, what did you do?”

 

Reno dragged his eyes away from the glass and met Cloud's. For a minute he just stared, enthralled by the beautiful, vivid blue color of them. “Don't get pissed, yo. I didn't mean to,” he said sluggishly. “Honest, this was an accident!”

 

“What the hell…did you serve us spiked liquor?” Cloud snapped—or at least, he tried to snap. It came out as a lazy drawl and he realized that he couldn't get pissed off now if he tried. “Dammit, Reno,” he sighed, dropping his glass to the floor and resting his head on the other man's shoulder. “I've…I have to get out of here,” he mumbled, but the feel of the smooth skin of Reno's neck against his lips was addictive and he started kissing and licking it impulsively.

 

“Maybe…it won't hit you as hard,” Reno suggested breathlessly, arching his neck and stroking Cloud's soft hair. “You're like superhuman, right?”

 

“Not against narcotics,” Cloud mumbled against the Turk's neck. He put his arms around him and drew him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him. Some small part of his brain was shouting at him to snap out of it and get the hell out of this room before it was too late. His need was greater than his common sense and he began fumbling with the buttons on Reno's shirt.

 

“I dunno how this happened,” Reno pondered huskily, even as he drew the zipper down on Cloud's sweater. “I used the safe bottle! I hadn't put anything in it yet, so how—“

 

His contemplations were cut off as Cloud broke away and panted heavily, struggling to his feet. “Where you going?” Reno asked as he watched the blonde stagger to the window. “Cloud, what the fuck are you doing?”

 

“I'm getting outta here,” the fighter answered as he tried to get the window open.

 

“Through the goddamned WINDOW? Blondie, think about what you're doing, man…you ain't in the condition to survive a drop that far!” Reno got to his feet and hurried after Cloud, shaking his head against the odd sensations buzzing around in it. He'd seen Cloud take dives that would kill ordinary men but not in this condition. “If you don't wanna stay, at least use the fucking elevator, moron!” Even in his drugged, euphoric haze the redhead felt a dull thrill of terror at the thought of that beautiful body crushed and broken on the pavement. He dove at Cloud and caught him around the waist.

 

The two entangled men tumbled to the floor. Cloud landed on top of Reno and the Turk's breath expelled in a whoosh of air. When they recovered from the fall their eyes locked and their gasping breath intermingled. Cloud lowered his head and kissed Reno with surprising tenderness, drawing a soft moan from him. The Turk ran his hands over Cloud's back and spread his thighs, reveling in the feel of the blonde's hips pressing between his legs. The slow, unhurried kiss was a contrast to the eager way Cloud's hands resumed their earlier task of undressing him.

 

~This is crazy,~ Cloud thought. ~My head is so…swirly. Was I going to jump out the window? All I can think about is him...I have to…have to~

 

He groaned against Reno's mouth as the redhead slid a hand between their bodies and fondled his crotch. “Reno,” he panted, yanking the other man's shirt open and letting his mouth travel down his neck and chest. He felt those talented hands ease his scabbard over his shoulder and he helped him, sliding his weapon away carelessly when it was removed. His sweater came off next and Cloud had a moment of confusion. Where were they, on the floor? In some kind of suite? He couldn't pull his thoughts together to remember.

 

Someone's shoe was thrown across the room—neither of them was sure whose it was. A sock landed by the window, followed by a belt. Another shoe was thrown with more force and there was the sound of glass shattering as it went through one of the big windows. Neither of the two impassioned men paid attention to it. Reno barely had enough wits about him to fish a condom and lube packet out of his blazer before chucking it blindly over his head. Cloud's hands worked at his pants and the Turk raised his hips to help him take them off. They ended up hanging by his left leg because that shoe was still on and Cloud didn't have the patience to take it off.

 

Ironically, Cloud's right shoe was still on, so his pants ended up pooled around that ankle. “Oh god,” he groaned against Reno's lips as the redhead yanked his underwear down and squeezed his cock. He humped his companion's gripping hand and sucked on his throat, leaving a prominent raspberry mark.

 

“Gimme your fingers, baby,” Reno panted desperately, wanting to feel Cloud inside of him again as soon as he could. The blond didn't stop kissing and sucking his throat as he raised his left hand for Reno to lube up. The Turk squeezed the lube onto the first two fingers and worked it over them skillfully, only needing one hand to do it. He kept fondling Cloud's erection as he finished and dropped the tube beside him. Cloud lifted his hips and reached between the redhead's legs, searching with his fingers. Reno cried out when he penetrated him and Cloud had enough sense to take it slower, panting an apology to the other man.

 

“Is that better?” Cloud asked in a ragged voice, searching his companion's face for signs of pain.

 

Reno licked his lips and smiled up at him. “Boy scout,” he teased seductively, undulating in time with the blonde's strokes. He moaned as Cloud stroked his prostate and his cock bucked. “Oh, that's good…so good, Strife!”

 

Cloud kept doing it, enjoying the way the redhead whimpered and moaned with pleasure. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as Reno's stroking hand brought him closer to his peak. “Might want to stop that for now,” he warned softly. The Turk obliged and grabbed the condom package laying nearby, rotating his hips and gasping Cloud's name even as he opened the packet to get the rubber out.

 

Cloud scissored his fingers inside of Reno's body and held his hips still as the Turk struggled to get the condom on him. The feel of the rubber being slid over his dick was more intense than usual and his eyes went blank with wonder. “Oh, that's…that's…fuck!” He had to take several deep breaths and force himself to stay still while Reno lubed him up. The urge to plunge into the man spread out beneath him was almost too strong to ignore and he gasped in relief when Reno finished smearing the lube over his sex.

 

“Don't make me wait anymore,” Reno begged as he embraced Cloud and pulled his legs up and back. The blonde's fingers slipped out of him and he hollered with shocked pleasure as his cock swiftly replaced them. The initial thrust was firm and smooth, driving the engorged member all the way in to the hilt in one stroke. “Cloud,” Reno cried, holding the blonde tightly and pressing his face against his chest. The blonde began to pump with deep, slow thrusts and Reno thought he'd die from pleasure overload.

 

“I can't…get you off of my mind,” Cloud rasped as he cupped the redhead's ass and lifted it for a better angle and penetration. As urgent as he felt, he took it slow because on some level he knew he wasn't in his right mind and he didn't trust himself to let go. It was surprisingly intense to slide his cock in and out of Reno's body at an unhurried pace. He was enthralled with the sensations and the beautiful expression of lust and pleasure on his companion's face.

 

Reno stared up at him and felt a dull throb of panic somewhere beneath the layers of drug-induced arousal. The realization that this time, Strife was making love to him instead of just fucking him was frightening. The way the fathomless blue eyes stared into his, the way he kept his thrusts slow and deep…it was an experience Reno hadn't expected to have with this man. Logically the X should have made Strife an even wilder lover than before but it seemed to be having an opposite affect on him and making him drop emotional inhibitions.

 

“Fuck me hard,” Reno demanded breathlessly, telling himself he wasn't really enjoying the tender lovemaking as much as he loved a good hard screw.

 

Cloud kissed him, deeply and slowly. His rhythm remained slow and consistent and his hands caressed his body with affectionate care. Reno moaned again, helpless to cope with this side of the blonde. Something painful and warm grew in his chest and he told himself it was just the drugs that made his vision blur with tears and his arms hug Cloud tight. The thing was, ecstasy was supposed to make you feel bliss…not sentimental.

 

Cloud noticed the tear that escaped when Reno closed his eyes and he kissed it away, unable to understand it. “Is it hurting you?” he asked, wondering how it could possibly be doing so when he'd been so careful.

 

“No,” Reno gasped softly, looking up at him with utter confusion on his flushed face. “Don't stop, baby. Feels…great.”

 

~Shit, I'm in real trouble here…is this all a dream? My head is so fucked up I don't know what's real and what isn't anymore.~

 

Reno's confused thoughts became even more chaotic as Cloud's careful pumping brought him to climax. He swore he saw colors bursting behind his eyelids as he closed his eyes and moaned the blonde's name in a shaken voice.

 

Cloud parted his lips and stared down at the Turk, groaning as his body clenched around his cock. He came just as Reno finished, pulsing inside of him and tensing up all over. When it finished, he relaxed on top of his companion and kissed him deeply while they caught their breath.

 

“Right,” Reno gasped when the kiss ended, “so slow screws have made it on my list of things I like. Good job, Blondie.”

 

Cloud was about to mumble that what he'd just done to Reno wasn't “screwing” for once, but he suddenly felt another hand stroking his naked ass. He stared down at the redhead in confusion. “Reno…did you just grow another hand?”

 

“Nah, I've still just got the two,” the Turk replied in an equally confused voice as he patted Cloud's back with both his hands.

 

Cloud turned his head and found himself looking at Rufus ShinRa, who was naked, in a state of arousal and smiling with blissful smugness at him.

 

“Well, Strife…it seems my little fox didn't count on me figuring out what he was doing. I hope the two of you enjoyed getting your own medicine.”

 

Both Cloud and Reno stared open-mouthed at the president, hardly aware of Tseng and Rude approaching from behind and above them.

 

“Oh, I'm not angry,” Rufus said with a fond glance down at Reno, “quite the contrary; this turned out better than I thought. When I realized what was happening to us, I knew Reno was involved. He seems to have a soft spot for you.”

 

Cloud tried to shake himself out of his stupor, glaring at Rufus even as he instinctively tried to shield Reno with his own body. Rufus noticed and he smiled. “It seems the soft spot goes both ways. How…delightful. You needn't worry though. Reno delivered you into my hands, even if he didn't do it intentionally. I put the extra whiskey bottle out before retiring to the bedroom, switching places with the previous bottle he set out in the hopes that he'd make a mistake like this.”

 

“Don't you ever shut up?” Cloud said. He was amazed that the man could speak so clearly even though it was clear by the dilated pupils of his eyes that he was still ever bit as influenced by the drug as they were.

 

“You're right,” Rufus said as he smiled up at the other two Turks that were closing in. “I agree that the time for talking is over.” He leaned in, cupped Cloud's head firmly and kissed him hard. The blonde fighter tried to pull away but he was in an awkward position and his body responded to the thrust of the president's tongue in his mouth shamefully. He heard Reno gasp as he hardened inside of him again.

 

“Drugging us wasn't cool,” Rude murmured to Reno as he crouched at the top of his head and looked down at him. “You coulda' just said something, man.”

 

Reno's head was spinning and what started out as a fantastic dream was quickly becoming a nightmare. Now his partners knew he'd betrayed them and the situation he'd been trying to avoid in the first place was going to happen anyway—all because he was thinking with his crotch and didn't have the good sense to hustle his blonde lover out of here as soon as he dropped off the note. Not that the note would have done any good, since Rufus figured out what was really happening before Cloud even arrived.

 

“Fuck, we're in deep shit now, yo,” muttered the redhead.

 

“Nonsense,” Tseng corrected calmly. “It worked out rather well, I think.”

 

Rufus was running his hands down Cloud's back and buttocks hungrily and the blonde swordsman didn't object. Reno felt Strife's sex twitch inside of him and he realized that the drugs, Cloud's forbidden desires and his concern for his well-being were all factors. The redhead swallowed, feeling his own groin pull taut again.

 

“If he says `no' even once—“ Reno started with a determined look at his boss.

 

“He won't,” Rufus assured him as he slipped a lubricated finger into Cloud's rectum.

 

The fighter gasped softly and held still, his eyes staying on Reno. The disoriented, blazing lust in those sapphire eyes told Reno that he was beyond objecting at this point. Though everyone's plans for the night had taken an odd twist, it seemed that Cloud was willing after all. Reno doubted that his fellow Turks had any idea what sort of wolf they'd caught in their trap, though.

 

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-To be continued