Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Boundaries ❯ Part VI: Stop Thinking for Once and Just Feel ( Chapter 6 )

 

Shattered Boundaries: Part VI

 

Stop Thinking For Once and Just Feel

 

Reeve sighed into the phone. “I do not need a bodyguard, Tseng,” he informed his friend, tapping a pen on his desktop.

 

“The President has ordered it, and you know I cannot very well tell him that you said no,” Tseng replied through the receiver. “Until you can find an assistant who actually understands your mako system, we cannot afford to lose you. All of Midgar will lose its power source, not to mention the other cities that benefit.”

 

The executive frowned, leaning back in his chair as he glared at his mountain of paperwork, all staring at him from its stack in his inbox. “I can take care of myself,” he insisted, none too pleased with the recent turn of events.

 

He had been receiving death threats for the past month from a terrorist group, and at first, the threats had been taken lightly. But when his car literally exploded with him barely feet away, the President decided that action needed to be taken. He ordered Tseng to assign him a Turk bodyguard until the perpetrators were caught. Never mind that Reeve had once been in the ShinRa military. He was certain he could take care of himself. Not to mention a part of him was slightly concerned that it would be Reno.

 

He hadn't truly seen the red-haired Turk in the past seven weeks. Tseng usually sent one of the others, Rude, Maki, or Ken, if he needed someone. The lack of disruption had done well for him. Reeve had pushed all thoughts of Reno out of his mind, believing that perhaps the boy had finally given up. He could finally admit to himself that a part of him had been attracted to Reno, he couldn't deny that any longer, but it may as well have been a simple infatuation.

 

He was aware that he would only be lying to himself if he said he hadn't thought of Reno in the past few weeks. Visions of the pale man still haunted his dreams, and he had caught himself daydreaming on a number of occasions before sensibility returned to him. Recalling the kiss and the blowjob sent constant flushes of heat to his groin at the most unwieldy times, and on some occasions, he found himself wishing Cameron's hair was more vivid or her eyes glowed.

 

A sudden knock on the paneling of his door disturbed Reeve's thoughts as he looked up to see Rude waiting just inside the doorway. He gestured the bald Turk inside, relieved that it wasn't Reno as he had suspected it might be. Rude entered, calmly and patiently standing before Reeve's desk with his hands clasped in front of him.

 

“And when was the last time you actually picked up your blades and practiced?” Tseng questioned, his irritated sigh a blustered sound that rattled in Reeve's ear.

 

The executive rolled his eyes. “That's not the point, Tseng. I'm not exactly helpless.”

 

He could practically hear the Wutaiian's disapproving frown. “And you were perfectly capable of suspecting the bomb in your car. How have you even been getting home?” he demanded.

 

Reeve winced, expecting an outroar from his answer. “I've been walking.”

 

“It's three blocks!” Tseng argued. “That's just stupid, Reeve. Have you lost all rational thought?” From the strain in his voice, the executive imagined Tseng was likely rubbing his forehead with his fingers, a motion he consistently used when frustrated. “Honestly, between you and my subordinates I do not know if I will survive to see thirty, much less my next year.”

 

The Wutaiian's pure exasperation echoed through the speaker, and Reeve was forced to restrain a chuckle, despite the situation. Tseng liked to hide beneath an icy mask and push people away, but really, he cared for those close to him. He just didn't always show it.

 

In his mind, the executive half-imagined a vein popping out on Tseng's forehead. Again, the urge to chuckle rose up inside of him.

 

“Rude is here now,” Reeve soothed. “You can stop your worrying.”

 

Tseng exhaled softly. “Good. Until we catch whoever sent the note and blew up your car, you are going to have an around the clock guard. You're not dying under my watch.”

 

That had been only this morning, Reeve recalled rather dryly, rubbing a finger over his now aching forehead. And despite feeling perfectly capable, he had acquiesced to the demand. Rude had been a silent presence in the background, and he could admit that he felt marginally safer, not that he had been concerned to begin with. After that, it was a relatively peaceful day… all the way up until five, Reeve's normal quitting time.

 

Just when he had considered shutting down his computer, rubbing at an eye with the back of his hand in weariness, Reno had swaggered through the door. He had exchanged places with Rude, leaving Reeve open-mouthed and speechless. Immediately, the tension level in his office rose by several degrees, although Reno did seem to be strangely somber. Nevertheless, Reeve was unsure of what the Turk might try and resolved to stay in his office a few hours more, if only to prolong the time when they would be alone in his house.

 

It was childish perhaps and only served to delay the problem, but Reeve was scrabbling for a solution.

 

Calling Tseng would have proved useless. Besides, Reeve had the sneaky suspicion that the Turk Sub-commander was in on the whole thing. There were far too many coincidences for his comfort.

 

However, working late in order to distract himself proved to be fruitless. He was continuously diverted by Reno's presence, even though the Turk didn't do or say anything. His eyes kept straying towards the redhead, taking in his pale skin, gaze drawn to Reno's lips every time the boy habitually licked them. He remember what had happened the last time between them, and his groin stirred at each recollection, resulting in him fiercely returning to his calculations before finding that his eyes strayed again, seemingly of their own accord.

 

He couldn't help but admit that Reno was beautiful for a man. He had almost delicate features, but there was a hardness to him as well, as if he had suffered before finding some measure of freedom. His hair was long for a male, and Reeve wondered just how it would look free of its tie. He watched aquamarine eyes staring almost blankly out the window, even though he knew that the Turk was fully alert. Reno had long lashes for a man, too. And if it weren't for the tattoos on his cheekbones, he probably could have passed for a woman in the right clothes. Despite all that, Reeve's mind was aware that Reno was a man, and it didn't seem to stop his raging hormones from wanting.

 

After seven weeks of being away from the younger man, those feelings hadn't faded in the slightest. Every time he tried to claim he was not gay, the words sounded hollow and empty, the last ditch effort of a man trying desperately to convince himself of something he knew wasn't true. It got to the point where he stopped trying, admitting that maybe he held some attraction for Reno but that it didn't mean anything. That was the most important part. Now, he just needed a new argument to tell the boy. If Reno would even listen.

 

Finally, after two hours of overtime and having gotten little to no additional work completed, Reeve decided to call it a day. He shoved his papers into his briefcase, slipped the pencil into his desk and shut down his computer all in one smooth motion. The racket disturbed the unnatural quiet of the office, attracting Reno's attention away from the window. The redhead raised a brow, tapping his Electro Rod against one shoulder.

 

“Time to head home,” Reeve explained neutrally, casting a critical eye over his desk to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything.

 

Reno nodded wordlessly, already heading for the door as Reeve rounded his desk, half-wondering why the boy was behaving so well. He hadn't been groped once. No barely hidden come-ons had been directed his way. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, he hadn't even been ogled since the boy arrived. Had Reno truly given up after all?

It certainly seemed like it, and Reeve felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief as he followed the Turk out of his office. Reno was being especially careful, eyes constantly scanning for trouble as he kept his Electro Rod at the ready. Not once did he try to sidle up to Reeve's side, toss him one of his cocky grins, or even attempt a flirtatious conversation.

 

Reeve should have been relieved and happy that the Turk had finally given up. Instead, he frowned in confusion. Something inside of him flip-flopped at the thought, and he couldn't help but want to know what had happened to make Reno change his mind. He wondered why it bothered him when he was only supposed to be pleased.

 

The walk to the car was done in silence, Reno digging into his pockets to produce the keys to the Turk-issued car and jangling them in his hands. A brief check of the electronic dial on the chain assured him that nothing untoward had been done to the vehicle. However, he took no chances, checking Reeve's door for him before allowing the executive to enter.

 

As they slipped by each other, Reno heading for the driver's side, a whiff of the Turk's cologne or maybe it was just his natural scent, wafted over Reeve. Despite himself, he felt his nostrils flare. It was light, a somewhat subtle aroma that still managed to scream “Reno!” just like everything else in the redhead's personality. His groin tightened with sudden recollection, remembering the man's scent as they were pressed together, remembering pale pink lips wrapped his cock and demanding kisses in his office.

 

The executive emitted a muffled groan into his hand as he climbed into the car, sinking gratefully into the seat and scraping a hand over his face.

 

Reno didn't even seem to notice his distress.

 

Reeve wondered why he was so damn disappointed.

 

The car started with a quiet purr as Reno easily shifted into drive and began pulling out of the parking garage. With his somewhat reckless nature, Reeve half-expected to be tossed around inside the vehicle and was mildly surprised to find that the boy was actually a decent driver.

 

Still, the silence was stifling. The Turk seemed completely unperturbed by the quiet, leaning back casually in his seat with one hand on the wheel. Meanwhile, Reeve was stiff as a board, buckled in and staring straight ahead.

 

It was irking.

 

And he wondered why it bothered him so badly that Reno no longer seemed interested.

 

Despite his better judgment, he decided to comment on it. Perhaps it was a careless attempt at tweaking the tail of the proverbial lusty tiger, maybe not. It was conceivable that he might have just wanted to be certain that Reno was through for good. His hands tightened around the briefcase as he licked his lips, finally turning to actually look at the Turk rather than sneaking childish glances from the corner of his eyes. What the hell had gotten into him?

 

“I notice that you have finally seen reason,” he commented, wincing when his voice seemed to shatter the silence.

 

Aquamarine eyes shifted his direction as Reno's brow rose. “Reason?” he repeated, sounding more like a question than a statement.

 

Reeve inclined his head. “You're no longer foolishly chasing after me.”

 

A sly smile crept into the Turk's expression as he slid his gaze back to the road. “Is that what you think?” he retorted before chuckling lightly. “Perhaps I'm waiting until we get to your apartment. Maybe I haven't stopped thinkin' about you… just like you can't stop thinkin' about me, yo.”

 

The executive frowned, forehead crinkling. He wondered why his heart was pounding so loudly in his chest as he tightened his hold on his briefcase.

 

“I do not--”

 

“For the past two hours, you've done nothing but watch me,” Reno interrupted, his voice still sounding eerily calm, as if he were merely reciting the weather and not accusing the executive of having a fetish for young Turks. “I ain't stupid.”

 

“I'm not gay!” Reeve insisted, hating how the words sounded hollow even to him.

 

A little voice inside of him was chanting, “Lies, lies, and denial!”

 

They stopped at a light, and Reno turned towards him, something intent shining in his bright gaze.

 

Reeve swallowed thickly.

 

“Would it be such a bad thing if you were?” the Turk asked quietly, his tone thin and rife with gravity. “Does it disgust you? Is it wrong for a man to want to be with another man?”

 

The executive licked his lips, taking a deep breath. “That is not what I'm saying,” he protested. “It is fine for other people.”

 

“But not for you.”

 

The light changed, but neither seemed to notice.

 

Reeve gave an exasperated sigh as he turned away from the Turk, staring out his window. “There are other factors to consider. In the end, it does not matter whether or not I am attracted to you.” From the corner of his eye, he still caught that cocky smirk sliding across the Turk's face as he started through the intersection.

 

“But you are.”

 

“Shiva's Ice, you are stubborn,” Reeve blustered, resisting the urge to bang his forehead on the glass. A part of him realized that this entire conversation was his fault and that if he had left well enough alone, he might have been able to drive Reno and his lusty desires away for good. But then the other part of him that was curious about the boy just told that side of him to “shut the fuck up.”

 

It was quite disconcerting, and the confusion was settling deep inside of him, making his stomach jump.

 

“No more than you, yo,” Reno countered with a chuckle, guiding the vehicle into the parking garage for Reeve's apartment complex. He picked a spot that was brightly lit and close to the guard station, shifting the car into park before he turned to stare at the executive.

 

He was suddenly serious, and Reeve saw just then what it was about this boy that made him dangerous.

 

“You push me away because you're afraid of your desires and what they might mean to you. You're afraid of change.”

 

Amber eyes narrowed. Fear had nothing to do with it; Reeve was certain of that.

 

“Quit pretending you know anything about me,” he hissed, fumbling for the handle of the door and jerking it open as he stepped out of the car. An irritating anger was beginning to well as Reno shut off the engine and exited also, quickly scanning for signs of danger.

 

Reeve hurriedly crossed to the elevator, jabbing the Up button with more force than was necessary. This late in the evening, the doors slid open immediately, and Reeve stepped inside, half-intending to leave Reno down in the garage, if only to grant him a moment's respite.

 

How dare he! That child, that boy, acting as if he knew anything about what Reeve wanted or feared.

 

It irked him.

 

The doors dinged as they moved to slide closed, but a hand shoved through the gap. Reno slid inside, shooting him an odd glance.

 

“I can't protect you if you keep going ahead,” the Turk pointed out.

 

Reeve ignored him, and an awkward silence settled over them. Yet, inside, the executive was seething as the elevator agonizingly climbed to the fifth floor of the rather expensive apartment complex. Even more annoying was the fact that Reno didn't seem the slightest bit perturbed, still maintaining that cocky ass calm that made Reeve just want to punch him. The executive glowered as he dug around in his briefcase, producing the keys to his apartment.

 

“First thing in the morning, I am calling Tseng,” the executive muttered as the elevator finally donged, admitting him to the hallway. He shoved past Reno with the intent of exiting first, but the Turk grabbed his arm and held him back, going first as a proper bodyguard should.

 

“It's clear,” Reno announced after a moment, turning to pluck Reeve's keys from his hands. He headed down the hall and to the first door on the right, not that there were many to choose from. Only four apartments were on each floor.

 

The Turk entered ahead of Reeve, seemingly oblivious to the waves of irritation that the executive was exuding. He did a quick scan, sliding like a silent shadow through each room in the space of a few seconds before returning to the hallway where Reeve was taking off his over jacket and laying his briefcase on the hall desk.

 

“Nothing ta be worried about,” he proclaimed with a grin, tossing the keys back to the executive. “Especially since the only person you'd be scared of is me.”

 

Reeve immediately bristled. “I'm not scared of you,” he snapped coolly.

 

Reno waved a hand of dismissal. “Whatever.” He ignored Reeve's look of disbelief, kicking off his Turk-issued boots into a haphazard pile before turning into the living room and flopping down on the couch. He immediately grabbed the remote, clicking the TV and watching as an infomercial popped up.

 

“Just make yourself at home,” Reeve said sarcastically as Reno began to flip through the channels.

 

The redhead smirked. “You got anythin' to eat?” he asked without even looking up at him. Something inside Reeve grew even more irritated. Had the boy never been taught any manners?

 

The executive scowled. “There are menus on the fridge for all of the delivery places.” He paused, eyes raking over the disorganized state of Reno's shoes and the way he had flopped onto the furniture. “Don't make a mess,” he amended. “I'm going to take a shower.”

 

Reno waved him away, pretending as if he were truly interested in the new Food Slicer that ShinRa Corporation was coming out with. For a moment, the executive thought that Reno might have been sulking before he shook his head and padded down the hallway, hoping that a shower would do well to clear away all the conflicting emotions currently raging inside of him.

 

In the living room, Reno waited until he heard the sound of the shower starting before he lazily stretched and rose. He smirked as he spotted Reeve's briefcase and snatched the executive's wallet from it, pulling out a twenty gil note. Reeve wouldn't miss it, after all.

 

He grabbed Reeve's phone from off the wall, quickly dialing a number he already knew by heart and placing his order for a pizza. Pineapple, ham and pepperoni… a bit odd, but hell, he was the only one eating it. As he waited for the order to arrive, he began to make himself at home, pulling off his suit jacket, emptying his pockets onto the hall table next to Reeve's briefcase and unbuttoning his stifling dress shirt. If there was one thing that was aggravating about being a Turk, it was the proper dress.

 

The sound of the shower was a low roar in the back of his senses, and the Turk momentarily occupied himself with fantasies of what Reeve looked like under the warm spray. Contrary to what Reeve wanted to believe, Reno had not given up in the slightest. He was just attempting a new tactic, but most of all, he was waiting for the executive to drop his guard.

 

Reeve had to be overwhelmed before he would admit to anything since he held tightly onto control, as if it were something that would slip away from him at any time. He needed to loosen up and learn to go with the flow, at least in Reno's opinion. If he hadn't been certain of every flash of desire in Reeve's eyes, the younger man wouldn't have even been so aggressive. But the executive wanted him; he was just in denial about it. And if Reeve had ever truly wanted to get away, it wouldn't have been difficult. Reno wouldn't have forced him into anything.

 

He couldn't explain his feelings if anyone asked, and Reno realized that he sounded a bit crazy, possibly even stalkerish. This desperate desire was almost frightening, but it seemed he couldn't stop himself. He wanted Reno with a needy longing that wouldn't fade, even after he had tried to push it aside. And from one look into amber eyes, he knew that Reeve felt the same. There was something between them that was almost supernatural, if Reno chose to believe in that sort of thing.

 

The pizza arrived in the same moment that Reno heard the shower stop, and he was already munching on his first slice when Reeve walked back into the living room, rubbing a towel through his hair. He was dressed down in a plain cotton shirt and sleep pants, but he still looked positively edible. Much to Reno's annoyance, the executive completely ignored him as he headed into the kitchen, and Reno felt all the justified for having Reeve pay for his pizza.

 

Meanwhile, Reeve felt his own belly rumble hungrily, especially at the scent of Reno's greasy take out. He rummaged about in his fridge and cupboards, noting with some despair that he was getting low on groceries. He tried to distract himself from the unwelcome images that had assailed him the moment he stepped into the living room and caught sight of the half-dressed man on his couch. His brain had abruptly derailed as he flushed a bright red, and he very nearly stared before regaining control and beating a hasty exit into the kitchen.

 

The sight of a man's bare chest had never affected him like that before, but there was something about Reno's smooth, pale skin and dusky nipples that sent his blood rushing southwards. Reeve forcefully shook his head, wondering if Reno had any shame at all as he busied himself in the cupboard, realizing that with just one look at the boy his thoughts had abruptly turned x-rated.

 

Reno watched as Reeve disappeared into the kitchen, half-wondering what the executive was doing. The sounds of rummaging floated his direction as he mindlessly munched on another slice of pizza, keeping an uninterested gaze locked on the TV program. He really didn't care crap about the food processor, his every sense hyperaware of the fact that Reeve was just in the next room over.

 

He wondered when it would be a good opportunity to catch him off his guard.

 

Then, he heard the sounds of something exploding, a loud pop, and Reeve's subsequent muttered cursing. Curious, Reno rose from the couch and padded over to the door, peeking into the kitchen. Reeve was glaring sourly at his microwave, drenched on the inside with something that had apparently exploded. Not only was the inside of the microwave covered, but it had popped all over Reeve's shirt, leaving him covered in some sort of goop.

 

With a bitter stare, the executive pulled off his shirt, sending his microwave such a dirty glare that Reno found himself having to hide his laughter. As Reeve wiped at his face, the Turk took the moment to rake his gaze over the bared flesh of his back, taking in hints of muscle beneath the lean frame. Reeve, although slightly shorter, was bit broader than Reno, though nothing compared to Rude. Tseng had told him that Reeve was once an Intelligence Operative for ShinRa, and it showed.

 

Licking his lips, Reno decided to announce his presence. “Now, that's not fair,” he commented loudly, watching with some amusement as the executive jumped. “I'm eatin' greasy pizza, and you're cooking for yourself, yo.”

 

The other male's shoulders visibly tensed as he turned, narrowing amber eyes at Reno as the Turk stepped into the kitchen. “I don't need or want an audience,” he replied, setting his dirtied shirt onto the counter and grabbing for a dishtowel. He threw it over his shoulders.

 

Reno chuckled as he walked to the fridge, merely feet away from the wary man and pretended to be thoroughly interested in one of the many menus that decorated its front. However, his gaze wandered over to the tanned skin, and a surge of longing soared through him.

 

“You're purposefully tempting me, aren't you?” he accused, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. He had removed his glasses earlier, setting them on the coffee table.

 

Reeve rolled his eyes, tossing him an exasperated expression. “You're a professional, Reno. Act like one,” he retorted, turning back to his destroyed food and poking at it disinterestedly. Many looks later, Reno still couldn't identify what it had been. “Start protecting me rather than trying to seduce me.”

 

Arms suddenly wrapped around him, and in that moment, Reeve cursed the Turk's ability to move silent as a shadow. Reno's bare chest pressed to Reeve's bare back, and flash of desire shot through the executive. His skin was so damn warm, and he could feel the hardened nubs of Reno's nipples pressing into his shoulder blades. He shivered despite himself as arousal began to build up inside of him, and his skin tingled. One palm ran over Reeve's groin, rubbing gently as the other hand began to creep up his chest.

 

“The closer I am, the safer you'll be,” Reno intoned, dropping his voice low and sensual as he murmured into Reeve's ear.

 

His calloused fingers found the older male's nipple, and he pinched lightly, causing it to pucker immediately. Reeve's breathing began to quicken as desire skyrocketed inside of him, and he wondered why he wasn't even trying to get away. Where were the vocal protests? Why wasn't he violently fighting back? Why did he just give in?

 

“And what's closer than right beside you or…” Reno paused, and Reeve could practically feel the smirk. “Or inside you for that matter,” he finished, running his tongue along the back of Reeve's ear before dragging his lips down and sinking his teeth into the juncture of Reeve's neck and collarbone. It was not enough to draw blood, but the pain was there, nonetheless.

 

“Oh, Kami--” Reeve moaned as his body shuddered, knees weakening pathetically as he thrust his hands out to grip onto the counter tightly. He wanted Reno; there was no denying it. Every nerve in his body screamed for the next kiss or lick, the next sensual touch. Arousal surged through him, and Reno seemed especially pleased by it as he rubbed his palm over Reeve's rapidly hardening groin.

 

“Mmm,” The Turk hummed, pressing even closer so that the executive could feel his own hardened member against his back. “It seems like someone wants to play, yo.” He dragged his tongue over the teeth marks as he twisted Reeve's nipple, having a sneaky suspicion that a little pain would only make the pleasure better, if Reeve's reaction was any indication.

 

He was smug when Reeve moaned again, proving his theory as his head fell back helplessly onto Reno's shoulder. The older man's his hips surged forward into Reno's palm, his cock straining within the confines of his loose pants.

 

“Why?” Reeve groaned, his voice low and husky. “Why can't I push you away?” he questioned rhetorically. He panted, licking his lips when a warm and wet tongue slid across his neck, teeth scraping his skin. His eyes shuttered close, body trembling, and his fingernails dug into the countertop.

 

Reno smirked. “Because you want me,” he answered matter of fact, grinding his own cock into the executive's ass. His hand slid over Reeve's chest, pushing Reeve entirely flush against him as his other hand continued to work the man's arousal, slipping beneath the draw-string pants and curling his fingers around the other man's flesh.

 

He stroked once, and Reeve's entire body seemed to melt as his hips surged into Reno's touch. “I… I don't,” Reeve attempted to deny, but the panting in his voice was unmistakable. He didn't even know why he was bothering to refute it anymore, save that he was clinging to some remainder of his heterosexuality and, in some way, his masculinity as well.

 

“You do,” Reno assured him, brushing his lips across the nape of Reeve's neck, nose teasing the finer hairs that grew there. He ground his hips forward, a deep and throaty purr echoing in his throat.

 

Reeve's head lolled backwards. He might as well admit it to himself since the evidence was right there in front of him. He didn't let people he didn't want give him a handjob and lick the back of his neck. He wanted Reno, and he wanted very badly all the things he saw in his dreams and all the naughty and nasty thoughts that had been distracting him from his work.

 

It was so wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

 

Reno's voice reverberated in his ear, husky and sexual as warm breath puffed across his skin. “I'm going to fuck you,” he muttered, smirking when Reeve shuddered, more precum seeping from the head of his arousal. “I'm goin' to make you moan and pant and scream my name until you can't even speak.”

 

“Oh, Kami,” he moaned, jerking his hips into Reno's fingers, already feeling his climax building. There was something about the situation that was so incredibly dirty, and yet, it turned him on like nothing he had ever done before. Not even Cameron or any of the other women he had fucked felt like this.

 

What would one night, one time hurt? Perhaps he just needed to get the boy out of his system? And then, everything would return to normal. Back to his job and his thoughts and Cameron and expectations to the future. Why did the prospect of that depress him? Why was it that nothing had seemed right until this very moment?

 

Suddenly, Reno's hands stilled on his cock, and Reeve nearly whimpered from the loss. “You can say no right now. I'll go back to the couch, and tomorrow, Rude will replace me,” he uttered lowly.

 

Something inside Reeve screamed “No!”

 

But Reno wasn't done yet. “But if you say no, this is it. You won't see me again, and you'll be left wondering for the rest of your life.”

 

The Turk had stilled as he waited, licking his lips in anticipation. This was the moment, the defining moment. And a part of him feared that Reeve would indeed say no.

 

The executive debated for all of a minute before he decided to hell with it, one night wasn't that big of a deal. Perhaps he just needed to exorcise his demons.

 

“Do it,” he rasped as he surged his hips against Reno's slack touch.

 

Reno's fingers pressed tighter against the executive's chest as he grinned like a fool. “Do what?” he questioned mildly, slowly beginning to slide his fingers over Reeve's cock once more but not quite stroking him.

 

The executive panted. “You're not going to make me say it,” he groaned as the fingers danced an arousing tune on his manhood.

 

“Oh yes, I am.” He ran his tongue over the shell of Reeve's ear before biting down gently, and Reeve shuddered. “Do. What. Reeve?” he asked, enunciating every word.

 

The executive closed his eyes. “Fuck me, Reno.” The words fell from his lips, and surprisingly, he didn't regret them either. Every inch of his body was screaming for release, his libido most especially.

 

Behind him, he felt Reno shudder, and suddenly, the Turk growled as he pulled his hand from Reeve's pants and spun the executive around. He sealed their lips together in a desperate and needy kiss. Reno's body was pressed up against his, their cocks rubbing together through the fabric of their pants. Reeve moaned into the kiss, his hands settling on the Turk's hips for lack of a better place, and his fingers tightened in a motion that would probably leave bruises.

 

Reno devoured his mouth, kissing him fiercely enough that Reeve tasted blood from a cut lip. But it wasn't that he cared. His head was spinning, and his cock ached, and he needed something, anything, to ease the desire rushing around in side of him. His heart was thudding loudly in his chest, and blood roared in his ears, electricity spiking through his veins. It felt as if every nerve in his body was on fire. He pressed forward just as eagerly, battling against Reno's tongue for dominance and tasting the faint flavor of pineapples in the Turk's mouth.

 

“Bedroom,” Reno mumbled into the kiss, already yanking on Reeve and pulling their entangled bodies towards the doorway to the hall. He couldn't stop his hands from roaming as he blindly navigated them, his hands restlessly groping the executive's ass and kneading the plump flesh there.

 

Reeve moaned into his mouth as they stumbled down the hallway, knocking a few pictures from the walls with a defining crash. Yet, Reeve could not find it in him to care, completely overcome with lust as he finally gave in to everything he had been struggling to push aside for the two years… from the moment he had first laid eyes on Reno.

 

The two staggered through the doorway to Reeve's room, not even bothering to flip on the light as they tumbled into a bed that was simply too large for one. Light streaming through the blinds from the street lamps outside was all the illumination Reno needed as he ended the kiss long enough to look at the writhing man beneath him.

 

Reeve was coming alive beneath him, hands desperately grasping at Reno's body as the Turk dipped his head and licked a path down the sweet flesh of the older man's neck. One hand dug a small tube of lube out of his pocket as he tucked it down next to Reeve's body before he quickly shimmied out of his pants, revealing that he wore nothing underneath. He slid his shirt off his shoulders in one easy movement.

 

His heated flesh met cool air, and Reno shivered before scooting further down Reeve's body, latching tongue and teeth on a nipple. Hands tangled in choppy strawberry-colored strands as Reno slipped his hands between their bodies, efficiently stripping away the executive's pants before Reeve even noticed what was happening. Bare flesh met bare flesh, and a fresh surge of arousal sent blinding white-hot fire through the Turk's veins as their naked cocks rubbed together. He bit back on a revealing moan.

 

Reeve's mind was a jumble of desire, and yet, for a brief moment, it struck him that it was strange. For a man so adamantly heterosexual, the feel of another man's cock against his body wasn't as odd or sickening as he had half-expected it to be. Instead, his arousal surged to greater heights, and all he could feel was pure desire. The hands running over his body, that relentless tongue and those teasing bites were making him so damn hard that he was continuously seeping precum.

 

He had never been that aroused before and was embarrassed by his wanton behavior, not that it stopped him from writhing beneath Reno's talented touch in the slightest. Lips latched onto a nipple, and Reeve cried out, his entire body arching as teeth nipped on the bud, pulling lightly. A warm hand dipped between their bodies, fingers wrapping around Reeve's manhood and stroking him.

 

“Heh,” Reno commented, immensely pleased with the accuracy of his intuition. “I knew it.” He smirked as he turned to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as his ears soaked up every gasp and moan.

 

“Don't sound so smug,” Reeve panted.

 

The Turk chuckled lightly before releasing the other man's nipple with a wet smack. “Turn over,” he commanded, drawing back slightly and sweeping his gaze hungrily over the older man's body.

 

Amber eyes blinked. “What?”

 

The hand that was so wonderfully stroking his erection slipped down further, beneath his balls. One finger rubbed lightly over the puckered entrance.

 

“S'easier for beginners that way.”

 

“Oh.” The implications became clear, and a touch of nervousness settled in the executive's chest. Still, he allowed Reno to flip him over. He felt exposed like that as the Turk knelt behind him, slowly easing his legs further apart, and Reeve swallowed thickly when hands caressed his ass cheeks, kneading them gently.

 

“Relax,” Reno soothed, admiring the curve of a tanned back as Reeve was stretched out in front of him. The street lamps were just bright enough to give him the perfect profile, and the Turk licked his lips hungrily. It was like an x-rated dream come true.

 

“Easy for you to say,” Reeve muttered, unable to help the tenseness.

 

Men weren't built to have sex with other men. He expected pain.

 

The younger man chuckled. He wasn't about to explain it at the moment, but he had plenty experience being bottom himself, most of it without his permission.

 

“Then, I guess I'll hafta to make you relax.”

 

“What do you-- Nnngh.”

 

An incoherent groan escaped Reeve's mouth from the first wet slide of a tongue across his anus. The thought should have sickened him all things considered, but the pleasure in just that one lick drove all thoughts out of his mind. He practically melted into the bed, especially when Reno's tongue swiped over him again.

 

“Uhnnnn.” He never imagined that it would feel anything like that.

 

Hands were on the executive's ass, kneading and groping as warm air blew over his puckered entrance. “You are so fuckin' hot,” Reno murmured before tracing the ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue. Reeve's hips moved restlessly in his grasp, unconsciously pushing backwards against the slight pressure.

 

“Ngh.” Reeve was beyond coherent speech. He wasn't even sure if he could remember his own name, much less anything else. The slick muscle laved him diligently, loosening and successfully driving all fears and thoughts of pain from his mind.

 

He was so far gone that he barely noticed the first lubed finger as it slid inside of him. There was a vague pressure but no pain. It was an odd feeling but not altogether unpleasant, and he moaned as the digit began to carefully fuck him with diligent movements.

 

Reno was having trouble controlling himself as he slid in another finger. Reeve was gripping him so tightly, and the man was warm as fire inside. He could already imagine what it would feel like wrapped around his cock, and he panted, arousal surging through him. He hastily added a third finger, and Reeve made a noise of protest; there was a bit of burn to the third. But then Reno curled his fingers, brushing against something electric inside of him, and the executive's entire body jolted, his cock leaping excitedly.

 

“Oh, shit,” Reeve breathed, arms shaking as he tossed his head back. Reno brushed his fingers over that spot, and once again blinding pleasure shot through his body like lightning. “Unngh.”

 

Reno licked his lips, every pant and moan and muttered curse making his own arousal surge to astronomical heights. He didn't know how long he would last once he finally managed to get inside the executive. He was getting close to his limits already.

 

“Reno…”

 

That was the last straw.

 

“Fuck,” Reno muttered as he withdrew his fingers, slathering oil all over his cock. “I can't wait any longer.” He positioned himself at the executive's entrance and began to slowly press himself inside, sweat already streaming down his brow.

 

“Tight,” he hissed as he drew his lips between his teeth, eyes rolling with pleasure as his cock was consumed by gripping heat. Reeve was so tight that Reno nearly lost it right there and struggled to get a hold of himself before made a fool of himself.

 

Reeve grunted, faltering at the startling intrusion as his arms buckled. Reno's hand settled on his hip, the other rubbing up his spine, and he paused only half-way inside, allowing the executive time to adjust. It was all Reno could do to not just thrust inside, and the moment Reeve eased slightly, he pushed himself the rest of the way, knowing it was better to get it over quick. He moaned as he was ensheathed by gripping heat, grasping tightly enough to the executive's hips that there would be bruises later.

 

Reeve arched his back at the sudden feeling of fullness, fingers clenching around the covers. It wasn't a ripping, biting pain so much as it was one of throbbing annoyance, like someone had punched him in the ass or something. He panted, sucking in a deep breath as he heard Reno's sharp breathing behind him.

 

“You feel damn good,” the Turk rasped.

 

The executive arched his back, shifting his hips backwards in a movement that was purely instinctual. “Move,” he gasped.

 

“My pleasure.”

 

And then, Reno retracted slightly, until just the head of him remained inside. He paused for a second, only to thrust forwards, a long, deep stroke that seemed to reverberate throughout Reeve's entire body. It brushed along that inner spot inside of him, and he swore he saw stars, his back bowing with pleasure. The pain faded to pure arousal as the Turk began a steady pace, and he could feel the slap of Reno's balls against the curve of his ass.

 

“Reno…” Reeve moaned as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

 

Something reverberated in the Turk's chest, sounding strangely like a cross between a growl and a hum as Reno leaned over, licking a wet line down Reeve's spine. His teeth followed in the moist wake, and Reeve practically purred, actively rolling his hips to meet Reno's every thrust.

 

He never thought it would feel so good, that having sex with another man would make him feel so alive. He had been denying his desires until it felt like second nature, but this was something he had never expected. Moans escaped his throat before he could stop, not that he didn't think he would even try, and he could feel an orgasm building up within him, far faster than he had ever with Cameron.

 

His hips undulated of their own accord. “Nnngh. Harder, Reno.”

 

Instead of complying, however, Reno suddenly withdrew from him completely. Confused, Reno furrowed his brow and turned his head to question him. Before the words left his mouth, he was flipped over onto his back, staring up into lust-soaked aquamarine eyes. The younger male knelt between his legs and slid slickly into him once more, the angle of penetration different than before. It made Reeve arch his back in pleasure. His hands scrabbled wildly for a handhold, finding nothing but air as wordless cries fell from his lips.

 

Reno bent over their joined bodies, hungrily seeking Reeve's lips with his own. Their mouths joined clumsily, passionately, teeth knocking against the soft flesh of their lips as tongues darted out, sliding along one another. On instinct, Reeve's legs slid around Reno's body as he wrapped his arms around the Turk's shoulders, pulling the other man down against him. His cock was trapped between their bodies, sliding along their sweat-slicked skin and providing the friction that he desired.

 

Sweat streamed from the executive's brow, and his bed was shaking from the force of Reno's thrusts. Yet, he couldn't find it in him to care. Fire was blossoming inside of him, and he could feel the dam building and cresting until he couldn't control it. He screamed Reno's name when he came, blinding white-hot fire flashing behind his eyes as he spurted between their bodies.

 

That seemed to set off Reno as the younger man stiffened above him, mouth clamping down on Reeve's shoulder and emitting a muffled scream of ecstasy into Reeve's neck as he emptied himself inside of the executive.

 

The two collapsed in a pile of sticky limbs, sweating profusely with their hearts beating a mad rhythm. Reno grunted as he rolled to the side, trying not to crush the man beneath him but not before firmly latching their lips together. He buried his hand in Reeve's hair, tilting the executive's head towards him. Reeve returned the desperate kiss with just as much fervor, though it was obvious from his somewhat languid movements that he was exhausted. His body still thrummed from the force of what was probably the best fucking orgasm he had ever had and a part of him wanted it all over again.

 

“Fuckin' incredible,” Reno muttered against the older man's lips before trailing his own over the hollow of the other man's throat.

 

Reeve hummed appreciatively deep in his chest at the slightly languorous bit of affection, and his arms slowly slackened from their desperate hold around the younger man's shoulders.

 

“I guess this makes me gay,” he mumbled somewhat sleepily, mind already drifting off into that hazy state halfway between wakefulness and dead sleep. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and he didn't even want to begin contemplating anything beyond a good night's rest. The morning after and “where do we go from here?” could wait until later as far as he was concerned.

 

Reno rolled his eyes in amusement as he shook his head. “There's such as thing as being bisexual, Reeve.”

 

“Umm-hmm,” the executive replied sleepily, using the tone that implied he wasn't really listening at all.

 

The Turk chuckled and gently eased his softening sex from Reeve's entrance before slipping from the bed, completely at ease with his own nakedness. Reeve made only the slightest sound of protest, his forehead crinkling in a decidedly cute manner before he curled up and promptly drifted back off again. A soft snore followed Reno as he padded quietly out of the room, performing a quick safety check of the executive's apartment. After all, he was Reeve's bodyguard.

 

With the doors locked and the windows double-checked and sealed shut, Reno flipped off all of the lights, though he left the television on. He tiredly climbed back into bed next to Reeve, curling up against his back. The executive was warm, his skin heated like he was a natural furnace, and Reno chuckled lightly again. He could feel himself wanting to harden again, just by looking at the lightly muscled skin but the weariness in his body was too much to bear.

 

It wasn't long before he, too, was asleep.

 

* * *

 

Reeve awoke shivering slightly and somewhat disoriented. He blinked, trying to clear away the strange haze as he attempted to see through the darkness of his room. The lights outside helped some.

 

He yawned as he shifted, realizing there was a warm weight on his side, and he felt sticky. The memories returned then, flashes of wet kisses, panted words, the best fucking orgasm over, and much, much more. Even more telling was that when he moved, there was a twinge in his lower back.

 

He had actually done it; he had had sex with Reno.

 

His cheeks warmed at the thought, and as if hearing his inner monologue Reno shifted, giving a small snore. Suddenly, it became all too much, and the executive slid from the bed, padding quietly to the bathroom where he began to wash himself off with a washcloth. His stomach chose to grumble hungrily then, so he tiptoed back into his room and grabbed his sleeping pants off the floor, pulling them over his hips before slipping from the room.

 

He contemplated the mess in his kitchen before he found himself at the couch, grabbing a slice of Reno's pizza. He began to munch on it without bothering to warm it up, surprised that the strange mix of fruit and meat was actually good. He watched the infomercial with the attention of a zombie, unconsciously munching, and it wasn't until he was halfway through his second slice that the implications of what he had just done caught up with him.

 

To say that he didn't want Reno anymore would have been a lie. He couldn't deny that anymore. No, the problem now was something far more difficult. He simply couldn't be with Reno, even if he wanted to. There were too many other factors that he hadn't even considered last night. He knew that one night wouldn't be enough now. Not with echoes of the way Reno made him feel still lingering inside his body.

 

Even if they tried to continue on in secret, eventually they would be caught, and he couldn't have either his family or ShinRa find out. He would lose his job, and he loved his parents and sister. He couldn't bear to think of them hating him. Besides, it just wasn't feasible for them to be together. They were too different, and Reeve was ten years older than Reno, for Kami's sake. The boy needed someone his own age, someone that he could relate to.

 

And even if he wanted to explain to his parents that he was dating a man, he knew that they would never accept Reno. The boy was reckless and rough, and he was definitely not from high-class society. He was the first-born son, after all. There were certain things expected of Reeve and getting involved with another man was not one of them.

 

No, the thing with Reno had to end. They had their one chance, but now, he had to call it over. At least then, he couldn't be accused of not trying.

 

“It's late. Why are you up?”

 

Reeve whirled around to find Reno leaning against the wall, watching him with a curious expression. He raised a brow when he caught the half-eaten pizza in Reeve's hands.

 

“Are you eatin' my pizza, yo?” he asked.

 

The executive shook his head. “I was hungry. My dinner exploded earlier.”

 

Reno grinned before stepping into the room, still as naked as before. “I remember,” he responded before plopping himself down in the couch next to the executive stretching his limbs. “Man, you keep it cold in here.”

 

Wordlessly, Reeve pulled the white throw off the back of his couch and handed it to the Turk.

 

Reno rolled his eyes but took the blanket. “Not quite what I was hinting but whatever.” He eyed the delicately woven fabric. “This is nice,” he mused.

 

“Thanks,” Reeve mumbled, feeling incredibly awkward.

 

What was the etiquette after sleeping with another man? And one so much younger than him at that?

 

“Cameron got it--” He abruptly shut his mouth, shaking his head to clear the words he had almost let out.

 

“Cameron? Who's that?”

 

The pizza flopped back into the box, only half-finished. “My girlfriend,” Reeve answered wearily, scraping a hand through his hair as he leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees. “You should remember her. The blonde from the party.”

 

Reno eyed him critically. “Stop that shit,” he said coolly.

 

“I'm saying--”.

 

The Turk shook his head. “You can just stop that right there. I ain't going to let you lie and say that you didn't want it. I gave you an out.”

 

“Argh, that's not what I'm saying.”

 

“Then what are you weakly hinting at?” Reno snapped. He threw the blanket to the side as he glared at Reeve, aquamarine eyes flashing.

 

The executive frowned. “I'm not--”

 

The other male cut his hand through the air, stopping Reeve's denial before it could even begin. They both knew it wasn't true.

 

“Don't even gimme that bullshit, Reeve. Gay ain't got nothing to do with it.”

 

Reeve sighed, raking a hand through his hair and gripping it tightly for a moment. He couldn't deny that with the naked man just that close to him he could already feel himself wanting more. But he shouldn't, and that was the problem. It just couldn't work.

 

“You were right,” he admitted. “But that doesn't mean we are right. There are too many factors. I can't do this.”

 

Reno snorted. “You are so fuckin' stupid.”

 

Amber eyes blinked, turning his head at the strange response. “What?”

 

“You think way too damn much. What am I gonna do about this? What about the far away future? Blah, blah, blah,” Reno insisted, beginning to get a little angry. He pushed closer to Reeve, getting in the executive's face. “You need to stop thinking for once and just feel.” With that said, he pressed forward and sealed his lips over Reeve's, pushing the older man back against the couch.

 

A muffled sound of protest escaped Reeve's mouth, but it quickly faded as his back hit the coolness of the leather. Reno's tongue swept inside of his mouth, and Reeve's hands rose of their own accord, gripping onto Reno's arms and dragging the younger male closer. His blood pumped through his veins, already stirring with the none-too-gentle touch, and he couldn't deny that he wanted all over again.

 

He lost control of his senses when Reno kissed him. He couldn't think rationally anymore as arousal sang through his veins. He felt himself already hardening as Reno's pale body gleamed above him in the dim light from the television.

 

And without a protest, Reeve surrendered just one more time. He justified it by saying that the “just one night” still wasn't over. That in the morning, when Rude came to replace Reno for the day shift as he was certain the bald Turk would do, he could make his intentions clear. At least, that was the plan. So even if nothing was resolved, Reeve gave in one last time. Or that was he tried to tell himself.

 

Just this one last time.

 

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