Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Dreams ❯ House Guest ( Chapter 5 )

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And finally, some action!! There be smut here peoples!!

 

Chapter 5: Missing You

 

Reeve was dreaming. He knew that he had to be. Because the last thing he truly remembered was working diligently at his desk, eyes occasionally watching the phone and willing it to ring.

 

In this dream, he was back in the apartment he shared with Reno. It was just the two of them. Outside the window, the night was dark, and the stars were twinkling in the sky so prettily.

 

They were lying in the enormous king-sized bed together, both already nude from their exertion earlier in the night. Reeve was snuggled against his younger lover with one paler arm wrapped possessively against his waist. The executive himself had an arm thrown across his lover's chest. It was a tender moment that brought tears to his eyes.

 

Reno shifted against him and suddenly a finger was making slow seductive circles along the dark-haired man's back. He melted with the touch and moved his head just slightly to trail a lazy tongue from Reno's upper arm to the juncture of his neck and shoulder where he bit ever so gently.

 

“Can't sleep?” Reno drawled, his tones smooth and sultry in the quiet of their bedroom.

 

“With you next to me, sleeping is the last thing on my mind,” purred Reeve, nipping gently at the younger man's throat.

 

There was a rumble in said man's throat as Reno brought up his free hand and grabbed Reeve's chin. He tilted the amber-eyed man's head upwards and the two shared a slow, languorous kiss. The red-head's tongue slipped inside his lover's mouth and slowly explored, occasionally doing battle with the wet muscle that it encountered.

 

Reeve trailed a hand down Reno's body until he was cupping the hardening member. He lightly stroked the soft flesh, bringing it to a firmness that he was craving.

 

Reno moaned and rolled, pinning the executive beneath him but never once breaking the kiss. He ground his hips into that of his older lover's.

 

“Mmmm, you taste good,” the red-head commented as he broke free of the kiss so that Reeve could breathe and licked gently on the sensitive skin of the executive's neck.

 

“I want you,” Reeve purred, wrapping his arms around the red-head's back and digging his fingers lightly into the hard plane of muscle. Reno chuckled against the soft skin and ran a palm over the executive's hardening nubs.

 

The dark-haired man sucked in a breath and arched up into the touch, grinding harder against the fully erect member above him. His body felt hot and a familiar feeling of need and desire was pooling in his belly. How Reno could do that to him with just the slightest of touches was amazing.

 

He released one of hands from around the red-head's back and flipped it above his head, digging under the pillow for the small bottle of lube he had taken to secreting there. His fingers closed around the tiny tube, and he triumphantly pulled it out, moaning when Reno bit down lightly on his neck and sucked hard, marking his territory.

 

Reeve let go of his lover's back completely and reached down, grasping the weeping hardness that was tempting him.

 

Reno exhaled softly and ground into the touch, loving the caress of soft executive hands. With one hand the dark-haired man uncapped the tube and spread some of the lube on his fingers. He grasped Reno's shaft with the oiled hand and completely coated him.

 

The Turk had to bit his lip to keep from crying out too loudly, a purr developing in his chest. Reeve knew how to stroke him just right, strong and sure with just the slightest edge of twist.

 

As much as he wanted the executive to continue what he was doing, he had an idea forming in the edges of his mind. He sat back on his heels and watched as Reeve looked down at him frowned.

 

“Where are you going?” the obviously horny dark-headed man demanded.

 

Reno smirked, aquamarine mako eyes glowing the soft lighting of the room. “I want you to touch yourself.”

 

The look in his lover's eyes made Reeve tremble. Reno gazed at him with pure lust and longing accompanied by total and complete loving desire. There was no way he could deny the Turk that demand.

 

His hand slid slowly down his stomach almost teasingly before grasping his own hardness firmly. As aquamarine eyes watched, Reeve began to stroke himself with one hand, the other teasingly pinching a nipple.

 

“You are so fucking hot,” the Turk moaned, unable to stop from grasping his own needy member.

 

Reeve moaned in response, eyes fluttering as his body flushed with feeling.

 

“Stretch yourself for me,” the red-head commanded, growing harder with his own enticing words.

 

The executive complied, squeezing more lube onto his fingers before drawing his knees up and placing the flats of his feet against the bed. His entrance was exposed, and the sight of the pink pucker sent chills up and down Reno's spine. The stroking of his own member increased slightly as Reeve inched his hand down slowly before tracing a circle around his entrance.

 

Teasingly, he pressed the tip of the digit through the ring of muscle. The executive moaned aloud as Reno joined his vocal reply, sweat beginning to collect on the Turk's brow. Reeve was too hot for words.

 

“I'm pretending it's you,” the executive whispered seductively. “I imagine it is your finger that is stroking me and caressing me inside.” Reeve moaned as he added another finger, unable to reach too deeply from the odd position of his body. “I think about how it will feel when you finally take me.”

 

“Damn,” Reno breathed, forcing himself to release his own grip before he came all over the place. He couldn't take it any more.

 

The red-head scooted forward and moved Reeve's hands away from preparing himself before slipping his own palms underneath the executive's ass, lifting and pulling at the same time. Amber eyes watched hungrily as he aided his younger lover in getting positioned just properly.

 

Reno swiped the pads of his fingertips over the sensitive skin of Reeve's inner thigh and licked his lips hungrily when the executive's swollen shaft jumped in response.

 

“Unnn,” Reeve whimpered, pushing himself down at the turgid flesh poised just near his entrance. “Stop teasing and take me, dammit!”

 

Reno could hear the pleading tone in his lover's voice and readily complied, pushing himself in slowly, and biting his lip as Reeve's body greedily accepted him. A soft, executive's hand reached up and pinched a hardened pink nub.

 

“Muh...” Reno gasped in response, enjoying the dual sensations being impressed upon him. He slipped his hand between their bodies and grasped Reeve's erection before leaning forward to lock lips with the dark-haired man. He moaned the moment he felt himself fully ensheathed within the executive. No matter how many times the two of them had been together, the amber-eyed man was always tight.

 

Reno had intended to start with a slow and steady pace, building it up until neither of them could take it any more. But with Reeve pulsing around him and scrabbling to draw him closer, arching up so needy and wanton, all thoughts of slow seduction went out the window. He thrust into his lover with swift deep strokes, managing to rub across his pleasure nub each time. He kept up the ministrations on Reeve's erection, occasionally squeezing the smooth flesh in time to his movements.

 

The executive wrapped his legs about the aquamarine-eyed man above him and held on tightly.

 

“Gah! Harder!” moaned the amber-eyed man. He grabbed onto Reno's shoulders and squeezed, fingers digging into his skin.

 

“Awful demanding… aren't you…?” teased the red-head. However, that didn't stop from doing as asked.

 

Within seconds the two were moaning and gasping in unison, bodies moving together in a symphony of pleasure. A hot and heavy fire was pooling deep in Reeve's belly as the Turk pounded mercilessly on his pleasure center.

 

“Reeve….” Reno moaned, long and low in a voice that sent shivers down the executive's spine. That was all that it took.

 

Reeve's body tensed, his back arched, and he chewed on his bottom lip as he came, splattering both himself and Reno. The red-head moaned long and loud, clamping his teeth onto Reeve's shoulder and giving him a bright red hickey as he released into the older man's body. He could feel the Turk's essence filling him, and he wrapped his arms tight around Reno's neck, drawing him into a vicious, mouth-bruising kiss.

 

“Mr. Tuesti!”

 

Reeve sat up with a start, knocking the pencil cup off his desk while some papers fluttered to the floor. His amber eyes were wide as he looked wildly around the room, finding that his secretary was looking down at him with a satisfied smirk on her face.

 

“Good dream?” she questioned.

 

Reeve gaped at her for a moment, the hotness that had spread through his body slowly starting to fade though he still ached. That memory was one of the last times that he had managed to find some personal time to spend with Reno.

 

He opened his mouth to speak. “I…” Reeve flushed red before he regained his composure. “What did you need?”

 

“Mr. Archer called. He said to tell you that Cid is on his way to see you, and he is pi- um, very angry.”

 

Reeve moaned and his head fell forward, forehead smacking the top of the desk. “Great. Just what I need right now.”

 

“I'll be sure to let them in when they get here,” Jennifer responded cheerily. She scooped up the fallen papers off the floor and placed them back on his desk before leaving without another word.

 

Reeve didn't lift his head, not really wanting to look at all the requisitions and such he still had to sign. What he wanted was for Reno to come home or call him back… or even just turn on his damned PHS.

 

He sighed and closed his eyes, wanting to return to the dream. If he concentrated hard enough he could feel that pale skin beneath his hands and smell that enticing scent that was all Reno once more.

 

* * *

 

Rude was looking for his wife. He had come home from a day trip to Nibelheim, delivering a small item for the shop in town.

 

He had looked in the kitchen first, half-expecting her to be standing at the stove boiling water for tea. She had become addicted to the stuff after serving it to Cid for so many years. The dark-skinned man found that he liked the stuff as well… especially mixed with lots of sugar.

 

Rude exited the quiet and empty kitchen and went back into the hallway. After the fall of ShinRa he had gotten a job as a bodyguard of sorts to anyone who wanted to hire him. This left him out of the house for days at a time. However when he was home, he did odd jobs around Rocket Town, anything that needed his strength. Yet, the newly married couple were already used to that, having had to put up with it when they were secretly courting.

 

Rude couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face as he traveled through the empty house that once belonged to Cid Highwind. The pilot had been immeasurably kind in allowing Shera and him to live there. Then again, Cid would have lived in it himself… had Vincent survived.

 

Shera wasn't in the bedroom or the living room… or any other room in the house. Reno couldn't be found either. Last night the red-haired Turk had shown up at their house asking if he could stay a couple of days. When Shera lay down for the night, Rude had gotten the whole story out of his former partner but still best friend. He and Reeve had a fight, and Reno was pissed. Somehow Rude was not surprised. His friend did have the temper of a Bomb, three hits… and he blew up. Maybe the aquamarine-eyed man had gone to the bar or something…

 

However, Rude knew exactly where to find his wife. Where she wasn't SUPPOSED to be. He exited through the back door and immediately set his sights on the small work shed in the backyard.

 

Sure enough he heard the strains of some soft music coming through the thin walls; he noticed the light was on. Shaking his head at his wife's stubbornness, Rude made his way swiftly to the door and opened it quietly, hoping to surprise her.

 

Inside the workspace were many abandoned projects, half finished repairs, and some that hadn't even been started. Shera loved machinery, and Rude found that endearing in her. She was cute when she had the slightest smudge of engine grease on her cheek or nose.

 

Currently, his brown-haired wife was sitting with her back to the door, diligently picking at some mechanical object; he couldn't even begin to guess what, with a screwdriver. She was humming along softly to the instrumental tune that was playing from the tiny radio. Shera had a nice voice, soft and smooth.

 

“I think I remember the doctor saying something about staying AWAY from dangerous objects,” said Rude loudly.

 

She didn't even move as she answered him. Shera did seem to have an uncanny sense for knowing when she was not alone. “I guess that means you and I will be sleeping in different rooms tonight,” she stated without missing a beat, her voice incredibly sing-song.

 

Rude chuckled. She also had a quick wit that made him love her so much more. He moved across the room and wrapped his arms around his wife from behind, resting his hands on the bulge in her belly.

 

She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. “I missed you,” she mumbled softly.

 

“Ohm,” Rude muttered before kissing her softly on the lips. “I missed you, too. How's junior?”

 

Shera laughed softly, before placing her own hands over his, rubbing small circles on the back of his hands. “Healthy as before. You worry too much, Mr. Alexander.”

 

“Can you blame me?” he questioned. “Why don't you come in the house?”

 

“I'm almost finished upgrading this mako-powered transmission converter.” The words were almost foreign to Rude's mind. He couldn't even begin to fathom where on Gaia that part would have come from.

 

Regardless, he concentrated on convincing his nerdy wife to come in the house. “Please,” he mumbled softly, kissing her softly on the neck. “I'm hungry…”

 

Shera laughed as she shook her head. “Oh, sure. I'm too much of an invalid to sit on my ass and fix this converter, but I can stand on my feet and slave over a hot oven all day.”

 

“I'll cook,” offered the dark-skinned man.

 

She moved to get to her feet as she raised an eyebrow. “How can I say no to that?” Rude offered her a hand. The child within her womb was growing so quickly. She was beginning to become big… though he wouldn't dare say that aloud. Shera was still as beautiful to him as the first day he had met her, but she was also moody thanks to the hormones. Rude wasn't taking any chances.

 

He helped his wife into the house and the kitchen, where he seated her at the table. Rude took off his jacket and threw it across a chair before rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands, preparing to cook.

 

“The doctor says we can expect him around the second week of August.”

 

Rude furrowed his brow with worry as he poked around in the fridge for some ideas on what to cook. He hadn't had fried chicken in a while… but all that fat wasn't good for the baby. He sighed and started to move a few things around. “I worry about you being alone here, even though it's only the sixth month. I think I'll stick around for a while.”

 

“What are we going to do about money?” Shera questioned, frowning slightly. “I don't think that's necessary.”

 

“This last job, the businessman, offered me a permanent position. Besides, we've got plenty saved up, we'll be fine. I am more concerned about losing you or our child,” commented Rude. And he had every reason to behave that way. The doctor had expressed some concern over the pregnancy, but he had been rather vague about why. He claimed he was waiting on some test results out of Cosmo Canyon before he explained any further. The doctor didn't want to unnecessarily worry them.

 

Shera smiled. “I love you, too.”

 

“I ran into one of Cid's crew, while I was in Nibelheim,” the dark-skinned man commented as he finally selected some vegetables to sauté and some boneless chicken to bake.

 

“He was mentioning that Cid was griping about some random part on the Highwind that hasn't been working right. I think he was trying to hint at something.”

 

The brown-haired mechanic laughed then stopped suddenly, her eyes widening and her hands moving to her belly.

 

“What? What is it?” asked Rude, immediately moving to her side in concern.

 

Shera grabbed his hand and pressed it to her belly. He grinned when he felt the movement beneath his palm.

 

“Quite active isn't he?” Rude questioned as he shared a kiss with his glowing wife.

 

“You have no idea,” she answered with the roll of her eyes. “Alright, now get back to cooking. I'm hungry.”

 

Rude smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Yes, ma'am!” he teased as he moved back towards the stove and proceeded to prepare the meal he had planned.

 

Shera mused quietly for a moment, her hand contemplatively rubbing her belly. “I would bet that it is the mechanism for the landing gears. They made the most godawful screech the last time he came to visit.”

 

“Don't ask me. I couldn't even begin to hazard a guess.”

 

“Hm,” pondered Shera. “I am worried about him, Rude.”

 

The dark-skinned man sighed. “We all are. Some of us more than others, which is why we have a red-headed trouble maker staying in our spare room.”

 

Shera distinctly heard the sound of the front door opening and closing moments before a voice called out.

 

“Yo, partner!”

 

Rude shook his head. “Well, speak of the devil.”

 

Shera rolled her eyes. “Look, honey, our eldest son is home,” she teased as the red-head came into view, striding into the kitchen with his characteristic grin on his face.

 

He plopped down in one of the chairs. “What'cha cooking?”

 

“Nice to see you too,” Rude commented. “What's that you say? How was my trip? Fine thank you, everything went smoothly.”

 

“Glad to hear that, yo.” Reno smirked as he leaned back and reclined comfortably. “Gonna feed me, too?”

 

“Only if you're polite and keep your feet off the table,” Shera retorted, pushing the huge black boots off of the table. They plopped unceremoniously to the floor, and Reno returned to his upright position.

 

“Reeve called for you today,” Rude stated softly, instantly gathering the red-head's attention.

 

“Oh?” Reno questioned, his mood instantly shifting. “Hey Shera, the `bird was making some odd noises, yo.” He jerked a thumb towards Rude. “If baldy here lets you, you mind taking a look at it?” `Bird was Reno's nickname for his helicopter, the Black Bird.

 

Shera mused thoughtfully. “You know, the President was supposed to get all of the injector's upgraded. That might just be it.”

 

“I am not having her climbing out underneath your helicopter,” warned Rude with a shake of his head. “Go back home and get it looked at. Reeve knows mechanics some, doesn't he?”

 

Reno shrugged in return and ignored Rude. He moved from his chair into one nearer to Shera, holding out his hand with a shift of his eyebrow. “May I?”

 

Shera nodded, and Reno gingerly reached out and pressed a hesitant palm to his best friend's wife belly. As if knowing that his `Uncle Reno' was there, the child kicked roughly, causing the red-head to grin wide.

 

“He knows his uncle, doesn't he?” The Turk smirked.

 

“Quit feeling up my wife and go call your intended,” snorted Rude good-naturedly as he turned and gave Reno his best impression of the Highwind glare. As usual, it had no effect.

 

“What'd he say?” Reno asked as he gave Shera back her personal space and returned to his seat of earlier.

 

“He's worried about you,” she answered for her husband. “Why won't you just turn on your PHS?”

 

Reno frowned, his blue eyes darkening some. “I don't want to talk to him right now.”

 

“How long are you going to keep this up?” Rude questioned slowly. “Not that I don't like your company or anything.”

 

“Until I can think about him without wanting to rip his head off,” the red-head retorted gamely, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair.

 

“Great,” Shera groaned. “He'll be here forever.”

 

Reno cocked open one aquamarine eye and gazed at his friend's wife. “Eh?”

 

She pointed a thumb at her husband. “I still want to tear his head off at times, so that's not a realistic goal.”

 

“I told him I had seen you but didn't elaborate,” Rude inserted smoothly. The smell of baking chocobo began to waft through the kitchen.

 

“Doesn't matter,” muttered Reno. “He's too busy to come here anyways, yo.” He sounded every bit the sullen child.

 

“He sounded really stressed,” the bald man commented. He stirred the steaming pan on the stove, watching his vegetables sauté with a careful eye.

 

“My point exactly,” Reno responded, waving his hand vaguely.

 

“But that doesn't mean you should disappear on him without a word or anything. You didn't call and let him know you were here,” scolded Shera gently. “He was out of his mind thinking all sorts of random and horrible situations. You know how his mind works.”

 

Reno snorted. “Actually, I wouldn't. I hadn't had a real conversation with him in four weeks. And `Lena's planning the entire wedding on her own because he won't give any input.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, a stressed look appearing on his young features. “I just can't help but think he's pushing me away.”

 

Rude shook his head at the younger man. “If he didn't care, he wouldn't bother calling.”

 

“He might just be doing it out of habit. That's how he is, Reeve the fix-it man. ShinRa's his responsibility; the rebuilding of Gaia is his job; Cid is his constant worry; Reno's just the bottom of the fucking list! Oh, no, we argued. So it's his job to fix it. I don't even think he even understands WHY I'm angry in the first place, but I know he's making it his duty to solve the problem.”

 

“Maybe he would if you explained things,” Rude suggested as he kept a critical eye on the sizzling pan, while he busied himself with laying out a few plates and silver ware on the table. The food was almost done, and the kitchen had a pleasant warm feeling to it as well as a comforting, delicious smell.

 

“He listens, but he doesn't hear me, if you know what I am saying.” Reno laid his head back on the back of the chair and closed his eyes as if in defeat. “Maybe we are too different… maybe it was a mistake.”

 

Shera opened her mouth to protest when the familiar strains of `Iron Man' filled the air. It was Rude's PHS. The brown-haired female frowned as she dug into her husband's pocket and pulled out the slim phone.

 

“Who is it?” questioned Rude as he pulled the baked chicken breasts out of the oven.

 

“It's your mother…” Shera answered trailing off as she pressed the button to answer the phone. The entire kitchen went silent.

 

“Hello, Mrs. Alexander.”

 

But what she heard in response made her blood run cold and her face pale. “Hello? Hello?”

 

There was the distinct high pitched sound of some kind of electronic disturbance, and Shera pulled the phone away from her ear, grimacing.

 

After that it all came through clear and the brunette wished that it hadn't.

 

The sound of screams and explosions filled the room as Rude's mother struggled to speak over the cacophony, her voice sounding strained and terrified.

 

“Rude! Honey! Oh, God!” The phone crackled again.

 

“Mom?” the ex-Turk questioned, swiveling around, his eyes widened in fright.

 

There was a sound of screaming and faint yelling. “NO! Stay back!”

 

“Rude?” came the hesitant voice again. “If you can hear me please, help,” pleaded his mother.

 

Three pairs of eyes met over the edge of the slim phone. Shera was pale, her hands trembling as she held the phone.

 

The sound of coughing echoed through the kitchen. Rude darted forward and snatched the phone from his wife's hands. “Mom?”

 

But all he heard was the sound of glass breaking, a frightened shriek and the clatter of an electronic device hitting the floor. The phone went dead in his hands.

 

“Oh, my god,” she breathed, her heart pounding.

 

“Reno! Stay here with Shera!” ordered Rude suddenly, hand nearly white-knuckled on its grip on the phone. “I'm going to Gongaga.”

 

“No!” Reno argued, getting to his feet. “You stay here! I'll go!”

 

“That is my mother, Reno! I'm not going to argue with you,” Rude disagreed, shaking his head as he moved towards the door and the den where he kept all of his weapons and materia from the time before there was peace.

 

“And she is your wife!” the red-head hissed fiercely as he darted forward and grabbed onto his friends shirt. “You will not walk out on her!”

Rude was stunned by the fire he saw in his friend's eyes. He nodded slowly, and Reno reluctantly released his hold on him.

 

“You two stay here. I will go to Gongaga,” Reno finished in a smaller tone. Without another word, the red-haired Turk left from their kitchen, slipping the keys to the helicopter from his pocket.

 

Rude moved to his wife's side and pulled the silently weeping women into his arms. They ignored the food slowly becoming inedible on the stove, worry weighing too heavily on their hearts.

 

* * *

 

Whoa! Talk about a major rush of emotions there. Unfortunately, the way this story begins all smut will be in the form of a dream or some self-loving until I can find a way to get our couples back together…. unless I really feel up to attempting to write a het scene and somehow fit it in… then again… most of them are pregnant… hmph.

 

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