Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Ice ❯ Together At Last ( Chapter 32 )

 

Chapter 32: Together at Last

 

Reno breathed in deep of the crisp evening air, even as he brought the cigarette to his mouth again and took a puff. Ah, nothing like nicotine and a fresh breeze. He leaned against the railing with a contented sigh, gazing out over the rapidly passing scenery. He and Reeve had told the pilot to take them to Kalm, but their request got in next to last and it would be a few hours before they got there. No matter… Reno knew pleasant ways to spend the time.

 

He felt hands slide around his waist from behind and a warm body press against his back. A head settled on his back, somewhere at the base of his neck and a deep voice sighed contentedly. Well, speak of the ex-exec now…

 

The Turk took another deep drag of his cigarette and flicked it out over the balcony railing, leaning back comfortably into the embrace.

 

“You should quit, you know,” Reeve suggested, placing a kiss on the side of the younger man's neck. The red-head shivered with the touch.

 

“Then what would I do with all my free time?”

 

“I can think of a few things,” murmured the dark-haired man into the Turk's ear. Reno couldn't help the images that popped up in his mind and moaned happily. He could almost feel Reeve's smile against his back.

 

There was nothing more satisfying in the world than finally being with the one you love despite all circumstances.

 

The red-head smirked and turned around in his lover's grasp, wrapping his own long limbs around Reeve's neck. He grinned lazily and flicked out his tongue, tasting the raven-haired man's bottom lip before nipping lightly. The ex-executive tightened his hold on the younger man and pulled him closer, bringing their groins flush so that Reno could feel his erection.

 

“Is that for me, yo?” teased the scarlet-haired man, grinding his hips into the older man's.

 

Reeve groaned noticeably and started to back up slowly towards the room, dragging the younger man with him. “Come inside and find out.”

 

Reno grinned and leaned in for another kiss, enveloping Reeve's lips hotly and diving straight into the older man's hot wet mouth. He swirled his tongue around, enveloping it in the flavor of the ex-executive while Reeve struggled to regain control. He gave up and gave in, relinquishing it to Reno.

 

They continued to kiss as they traveled backwards, making their way to the bed in the room before crashing down on top of it in a pile of limbs. Reno ended up on top of his lover, falling down hungrily atop the older man. He tasted blood and realized he had inadvertently bitten Reeve's lips. The red-haired man pulled back a little and propped himself up on his arms. He looked down at his lover even as he could feel arms creeping up around his back to grab his ass tightly.

 

“Sorry,” he whispered softly, rubbing a thumb gently over the bitten lip.

 

Reeve's lips parted, and he took the digit into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Reno couldn't help but moan at his lover's touch as hot spikes of arousal began to course through his body. The ex-executive was a sensualist.

 

Amber eyes met aquamarine, and he knew he couldn't hold it any longer. Reno leaned down and enveloped Reeve in a scorching hot kiss as his hands started roaming and removing offensive clothing.

 

The older man moaned and moved beneath him, his hands no less busy. He ran fingers up and down the Turk's sides and across his back, feeling the corded muscle ripple through the fabric. It had always amazed the ex-executive how thin but well-muscled his younger lover was.

 

Reno wandered away from Reeve's mouth to hail his lips and tongue over the older man's jaw line and down into the soft flesh of his neck. He nipped and sucked, his arousal quickly rising at the sounds his older lover was making beneath him.

 

“It feels like… forever since I was last able to touch you,” said Reeve as he managed to undo the last of the red-haired man's buttons and pull his shirt off. He tossed it away to the floor.

 

“Too long,” gasped Reno softly, pushing open his lover's shirt to run his hands over the ex-executive's chest. His fingers ghosted over soft skin and lightly pinched an already peaking nipple.

 

Reeve bucked slightly and began to grind his hips up into the younger man's. There was a hot fire building up within him, and he knew of only one red-haired man capable of handling it.

 

“What's this?” the Turk questioned, with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Getting impatient?”

 

“Urgh,” Reeve growled. “No teasing. Just take your damn clothes off.”

 

The blue-eyed man couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips as he carefully and slowly removed his pants and threw them off the bed. He bent down to remove Reeve's as well, more than ready to feel flesh and flesh.

 

“Still haven't grown out of going commando, I see,” Reeve commented, shaking his head as he pulled his lover down for another kiss.

 

The younger man shrugged. “Haven't had time to do laundry.” He tugged on the belt and buttons of Reeve's black slacks and managed to get them open. Grabbing both boxers and pants, Reno slid down his lover's body until he had him completely undressed.

 

For a moment, he just sat back on his heels and drank in the sight of Reeve's body. It seemed to him forever since he had last been able to touch, caress, and taste his older lover.

 

Reeve sat up slightly and reached out, grabbing hold of Reno's arm. He pulled the younger man to him, enveloping him in another kiss. That position was perfect as their erections brushed together causing both men to emit groans of passion.

 

Reeve ground his hips into his lover's, enjoying the wonderful sensations it sent throughout his body as he allowed himself to fall backwards onto the bed, bringing Reno down on top of him.

 

The red-haired ShinRa employee smiled as he rubbed his body along Reeve's and kissed him deeply.

 

“I worried for you everyday,” Reeve said softly, looking into his aquamarine eyes.

 

Reno scoffed. “Who was the one running around the world chasing bad guys in an airship, yo?”

 

Reeve laughed and the kissing and fondling resumed. The Turk kissed his way down the dark-haired man's neck to his collarbone as his hands roamed all over Reeve's body. The ex-executive arched up beneath him, trying to satisfy his aching hardness by rubbing himself on the red-haired man's body.

 

Reno obliged him by kissing his way down his lover's body. He had this sudden urge to taste the older man. He licked and nipped at Reeve's skin as he slowly crept towards the prize. Almost immediately, one of the ex-executive's hands made its way to Reno's head and buried itself in his hair. Reeve ran his fingers through the red locks, not surprised to find that some were stiff from whatever hair concoction that the man put in his hair.

 

Suddenly, he felt a warm, wet mouth wrap around his fully erect cock, and his mind could think no more as Reeve succumbed to the extremely talented mouth of Reno's.

 

The red-haired man swirled a tongue over the tip of the ex-executive's arousal, lapping up the small drop of precum that had already collected there before enveloping the entire hardness in his mouth. He could hear his lover moan beneath him. He ran his tongue across the underside of Reeve's erection even as he sucked hard. The ex-executive arched up off the bed, one hand fisting the sheets, the other trying not to pull out Reno's hair.

 

The Turk smirked around the dark-haired man's cock and reached down between his legs with one hand, finding that small ring of muscle. He traced circles around the opening, teasing Reeve with a penetration that wasn't going to come quite yet.

 

Reeve moaned and let go of the bed sheets. As he moved beneath his lover, he reached over with one hand and blindly groped around in the bedside drawer. Finally, his hand closed over the small bottle for which he was searching and he grasped it triumphantly. He pulled it out and slammed the drawer shut. When the scarlet-haired man looked up expectantly, Reeve shoved the bottle down at him.

 

“What's this? Vanilla?” asked Reno, smiling as he took the small bottle. He noted the half-full state of the liquid. “Naughty Reeve, have you been busy while I was gone?”

 

“I'm not even going to tell you where I got it from.”

 

The scarlet-haired man shook his head at his lover's sneakiness; Reeve would have made an excellent Turk, and uncapped the bottle, pouring some of the vanilla oil out on his fingers. The cool liquid covered his digits and filled the room with its pleasant scent.

 

Reno leaned forward and nipped at Reeve's mouth before trailing kisses down the man's jaw line until he reached the soft, smooth skin of the older man's neck. He began to suck and nip, leaving a mark as he reached down and very slowly began to press into his lover's puckered opening.

 

Gods! It had been long, and the older man was so tight! Reeve moaned at the touch as his hands scrambled to find something to touch, something to hold. He settled on running fingers over his lover's back and chest. He tweaked slowly peaking nipples and traced nonsensical designs over smooth, rippled muscle.

 

The Turk slowly stretched his lover with one finger as he proceeded to leave several marks on the older man's neck, moving down until he reached the collar bone and leaving another mark there as well. He wanted everyone to know who the moaning man in his arms belonged to.

 

The dark-haired man thrust himself downwards on his lover's finger, letting him know that he was more than ready for more. Reno obliged and added another finger, and then a third coupled with scissoring motions to stretch him. After so long, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't hurt his lover.

 

“I need you, Reno. Don't make me wait any longer,” Reeve moaned, pushing himself down on his lover's fingers. He just wanted to feel that the scarlet-haired was there with him like they hadn't been able to be.

 

How could the Turk say no to such a request? He sat back on his heels and reached for the bottle again. Uncapping it and pouring out the smooth liquid onto his fingers, he smoothed it over his hardness, moaning softly with the good feelings it produced.

 

Throwing the bottle aside, Reno wrapped an oil-slicked hand around the raven-haired man's erection as he leaned forward and enveloped those rosy lips in a passionate kiss. He slowly stroked his lover's arousal, and oh-so gently aimed for the ex-executive's well-prepared entrance.

 

The moment Reeve felt the head of the scarlet-haired man's hardness pressing into the first few inches of his entrance he reached down and pulled Reno's hips towards him, effectively filling himself completely.

 

In unison, the two males moaned, Reno biting his lip with the erotic sensations coursing throughout his body. Reeve felt so wet and tight… the Turk could tell it had been a long time.

 

“A bit… impatient… are we?” Reno gasped out, not moving until he was sure that Reeve was ready for him to.

 

The ex-executive wrapped his legs around his lover and thrust upwards impatiently, preferring to answer him by his actions. Reno obliged and began a leisurely and steady pace, pulling out nearly all the way before plunging back in slowly and sensuously.

 

He carefully shifted his weight a little, changing the angle of his movements so that he could caress his lover from the inside and find that one erotic spot within him. Reno balanced his weight on one hand as he stroked Reeve with the other, bending down to kiss Reeve's pouting lips.

 

The ex-executive moaned beneath his touch, meeting him thrust for thrust, running his hands down the smooth planes of his lover's chest and memorizing his features.

 

The raven-haired man arched up suddenly, and Reno couldn't help the smirk that broke out on his features. Found it!

 

Breathing heavily with arousal, sweat a slight sheen on his tanned skin, the Turk picked up the pace slightly, driving his erection harder and harder against Reeve's pleasure spot, encouraging lustful moans and cries of ecstasy. He timed his stroking of his lover's arousal to his movements.

 

“Damn… you feel so good,” gasped Reno. He closed his eyes as he lost himself to the feeling of being buried inside the one he loved.

 

Reeve moaned in response as his hand clawed into Reno's back, his cries increasing with each thrust. He spread his legs wider as he pushed downward with the heels of his feet, wanting Reno deeper inside him. The scarlet-haired Turk shifted, causing him to move against the blond beneath him at yet another angle, rubbing the place inside him that made him moan in pleasure with more force.

 

Reno could feel Reeve tightening his inner muscles around his cock and moaned with the feeling, burying his face in the ex-executive's neck and breathing in the scent of his lover. He pumped his partner in tune to his increased thrusts, finding that they were both approaching the brink.

 

They began to lose themselves in the sensations of being joined, of being surrounded by the feel of their skin and the scent of their sex on the air. Reno never felt more complete than when he was joined with Reeve and knew that there was none other on the planet that he could love so completely and truly.

His world completely narrowed… there was nothing but the two of them and that feeling building up within him, threatening to overspill. The Turk tried to hold back, he wanted Reeve to cum first. He rained kisses on his lover's neck, nibbling on the ex-executive's erogenous zone as he pumped him harder.

 

“Oh… god… Reno… baby… I love you,” cried out Reeve as he came with force, releasing his seed into the hand of his lover. He bucked up mercilessly beneath the Turk.

 

The scarlet-haired man allowed himself to let go, giving into the feelings of Reeve's tight cavern pulsating around him and the hot fire racing through his veins. He only needed three more thrusts before he moaned unintelligibly and came. “Love you…” he managed to gasp out before collapsing onto his lover's chest, his lover's arms automatically wrapping around him.

 

Shaking with the aftereffects of such a forceful orgasm, Reno pulled out of Reeve slowly and lay down next to his partner, allowing the dark-haired man to cuddle up next to his side. He relished the comforting touch of his lover and enjoyed the feelings of him just being there with him.

 

Long legs wrapped around his own as Reeve wrapped an arm around his chest and laid his dark head on the Turk's shoulder. For a moment, they didn't speak, just held each other and were happy to be together at long last.

 

“Gods, I have missed this!” Reeve exclaimed in a breathy voice. He snuggled up closer to his lover. “And you too, of course.

 

Reno rolled his eyes and reached for the cigarettes on the bedside table. It was time for his after-sex nicotine fix.

 

“I'm never working for ShinRa again,” Reno commented drolly as he lit up a cigarette and smoked it happily, breathing in deep of the wonderful nicotine.

 

Reeve nodded. “I would have to agree with that.”

 

The Turk didn't say anything for a minute, staring off thoughtfully into the distance. He appeared to be considering something. Then he paused with his cigarette halfway to his mouth as if he had suddenly remembered something important.

 

“Why did you ever agree to spy on Cloud and them in the first place? I thought you agreed with what they were doing?” Reno questioned softly. He took another drag of his cigarette then found he really didn't want it anymore. He put it out and turned slightly, drawing Reeve into his arms.

 

The ex-executive frowned slightly before shrugging. “Rufus is a smooth talker. He had me convinced that ShinRa was doing the right thing.”

 

“For some reason, I am finding that hard to believe as intelligent as you are.”

 

Reeve raised an eyebrow as he regarded his lover thoughtfully.

 

The red-haired male sighed as he changed positions, moving from beside Reeve to astride him. He sat on the older man's hips and crossed his arms as he glared down at him. “I am a Turk, Reeve.”

 

“I know.” The raven-haired man frowned, unsure as to Reno was trying to say. He shifted uncomfortably underneath him, wondering where exactly the conversation was going.

 

“I don't need protection,” the red-head clarified.

 

Reeve furrowed his brow. “I know that, but it doesn't mean-“

 

“It means-“ Reno interrupted. “That you should have told me what Heidegger was planning.” He locked eyes with that of his lover, amber meeting aquamarine.

 

“You… knew?” the older man asked, hesitantly.

 

“Did you think I wouldn't find out?” questioned Reno, waving a hand to express his point. “The fat bastard could've tried all he wanted, but Tseng and Rude would have killed him before he got within ten feet, not to mention the damage I would have dealt myself.” He lowered his hand and traced his fingers over the ex-executive's smooth chest, delighting in the small shiver that the dark-haired man released.

 

Reeve sighed and lay back against the pillow, hands moving to Reno's hips. “I'm sorry… I can't help but feel this way.”

 

His younger lover smiled. “I worried about you, too.” He leaned down and gave the raven-haired man a soft kiss on the lips.

 

“Great.” Reeve grinned. “Now that you're done fussing at me like a child, can we go see your friends?”

 

“I could never think of you as a child, yo,” Reno said seductively, completely ignoring the last part of the sentence. He reached down and tweaked a nipple.

 

Reeve gave him a playful shove, pushing the Turk off of him until he toppled over sideways on the bed. “C'mon. We've got to shower. You're all sticky.”

 

“And whose fault is that I wonder?” questioned Reno with a quirked eyebrow.

 

Reeve gave him a look of all innocence, shrugged his shoulders, and scooted off the bed, heading for their adjoining bathroom. Reno contemplated another cigarette as he righted himself and sat on the edge of the bed.

 

“Re~no!” Reeve's came voice from the bathroom. “I can't go out like this!” he exclaimed exasperated.

 

“What are you talking about?” questioned Reno, hauling himself up from the bed as he ventured into the bathroom.

The dark-haired man was gazing at himself in the mirror, counting hickeys.

 

“Seven, Reno, seven. What are people going to say?”

 

“That I've been marking my territory,” smirked the Turk as he wrapped his arms around his lover from behind and kissed him smoothly on the neck.

 

Reeve sighed. “You're lucky I love you.” He put his hands on the arms around his waist and heaved another content sigh.

 

“You're right,” the red-head said with another kiss to the neck. “I am lucky.” He nibbled on Reeve's ear for a moment then pulled away but not before swatting him on the ass lightly.

 

“Get in that shower,” Reeve growled playfully, turning around to try and catch his younger lover. Reno danced out of his reach and headed for the bath/shower and turned on the hot water.

 

As the water warmed up and the steam filled the room, the men couldn't help but wrap their arms around each other and share another series of kisses.

 

“I love you, Reeve,” Reno said, looking his older lover straight in the eyes.

 

Reeve nuzzled his face with his own. “I love you, too Reno. Now let's shower.”

 

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The two well-dressed men stepped off of the Highwind and headed into the little town of Kalm. Not knowing where else to turn, they first headed for the inn to hope to find out some information about their friends. It was there in the bar of the inn that they ran into both Elena and Archer.

 

“Archer!” Reeve exclaimed when he caught the familiar head of dark hair pulled back into a small pony tail sitting at the bar. Said head turned in the moment as his companion and he sought the voice.

 

“Reeve!” called back Archer, eyes lighting up in surprise.

 

“Reno!” Elena added in, for it was she that was sitting next to Archer, looking resplendent in her civilian clothes rather than the outfit of a Turk.

 

Reno and Reeve wove their way through the tables to get to the bar. The two friends greeted each other with big hugs while the Turks got reacquainted also with big hugs.

 

“I am glad to see that you made it out, my friend,” Reeve commented once they had all finished their greetings.

 

“Rude will be glad to see you,” Elena commented. “That is if you can pry him from the arms of his new wife.”

 

“Wife? Rude got married before I did?” asked Reno, eyes widening.

 

“To who?” the ex-executive asked, completely surprised.

Elena snickered. “You'll just have to wait and see.”

 

“What about the boss?” the red-head asked, voice taking on a more serious tone.

 

“We'll take you to him,” Archer cut in, finally getting into the conversation.

 

The two men nodded in agreement and the four friends left from the inn bar. Their conversation did not cease.

 

“Now that we've finally been able to heal him, he's doing much better,” the blonde continued. “He is still a little weak though, from not getting out of the bed in so long.”

 

Reeve frowned in confusion. “I don't understand. Why hasn't he healed already?”

 

“Fuckin' Rufus!” Reno swore. “He was mad because the mission failed and blamed it all on Tseng. He wouldn't allow the hospital to use any potions or magic on him.”

 

“We had to sneak in potions and low-level cures when the doctors weren't looking; otherwise they would've reported us,” Elena added.

 

“Boss would've been mad if he knew that we got in trouble because of him.” Reno sighed.

 

“Must be nice to have such a great relationship,” Archer murmured.

 

Reeve slung an arm across the back of his shoulders. “Don't worry. You will be adopted into their clan just as I have been.”

 

“He already has,” Elena said. “I took him shopping with me just the other day. He is officially my newest victim.”

 

The four friends shared in laughter. A few moments more and they were standing outside the home that the Turks had rented when they fled from Midgar.

 

Elena unlocked the door, and everyone went inside. It was a nice house, big, with enough rooms for everyone, the three Turks and Archer.

 

“What about Barret?” Reeve questioned suddenly, remembering the events of the tunnel.

 

“He, Marlene, and the Widow Gainsborough have taken up residence somewhere else,” Archer answered. “It seems the gun-armed man has taken an interest in Elmyra. We might see more wedding bells on the horizon.”

 

“We'll take you to see them later if you want,” Elena added in.

 

“Thanks.” Reeve nodded. “I'd appreciate that.”

 

The blonde Turk led them upstairs to a room that they could only assume belonged to Tseng. She knocked softly.

”Boss? You awake?” she called quietly through the door.

 

There was a loud, aggravated sigh in answer and Elena took that as a yes. She pushed open the door.

 

“Elena, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to call me boss…” Tseng's words trailed off slowly as he took in the arrival of Reeve and Reno.

 

“Look who I found wandering around lost in the bar?” Elena called out cheerfully as she ushered the two men inside.

 

“Well, if it isn't Strawberry Head and his lover,” Tseng commented, a slight smile breaking out on his face. Perhaps they shouldn't have given him so many painkillers.

 

“Glad to see you're alright, Boss,” Reno drawled as he sat on the edge of the bed. Reeve pulled up a chair. Elena and Archer excused themselves, the blonde with the intention of finding Rude so he could say `sup' to his old partner.

 

“Did Cloud kick you off his airship or something?” Tseng asked, concern taking over the joy that was in his features.

 

“No,” Reeve said quickly. “He gave us a few days to get ourselves together.”

 

“Yeah. Something about finding a reason and ourselves and blah, blah, blah,” commented the red-haired Turk. “Not that I need any other reason, yo.” He eyed his lover openly.

 

“So of course we came to see you guys. I wanted to know if Archer managed to make it, and Reno was worried about his boss. I have to admit, I may have been just a tad bit jealous.”

 

Tseng shook his head. “Believe me; you have nothing to worry about. That one would drive me crazy.”

 

Reeve laughed and Reno pouted.

 

“So, Rude got married?” the red-head asked curious.

 

Tseng nodded. “Hard to believe, eh? So when you going to make an honest man out of our friend here, Reeve?”

 

The dark-haired ex-executive burned with embarrassment, while Reno playfully punched his boss. “Don't tease him like that. My snooky-bear is sensitive, yo.”

 

This brought a chorus of laughter from the three present. It was great to be around his friends again.

 

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