A Silent Answer to a Silent Question.

It was lunchtime and nearly the entirety of the Shin-Ra employees were in the large cafeteria. Cloud sat with Rin enjoying his pasta and having a joke about one of the female instructors really needing a cock up her ass.



Reno entered the lunch hall, annoyed that it was so full. He queued, then looked for a place to sit, his pilot eyes scanning the room and eventually spotting what looked like the only place left, next to a young, blond infantryman. ~That will do~ he thought. He coughed slightly when he got there, getting the giggling boy's and his brunette friend’s attention. Cloud looked up, still smiling, to see what he thought was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen - Reno looking down at him.



'Mind if I sit here yo?' Reno asked, looking down at the infantryman. Blue eyes stared back at him, almost sparkling.



'....s.....sure...Sir,' Cloud managed to stammer out. Reno's lanky frame slotted in beside him on the cramped bench. Rin was smirking, he know how much his friend fancied Reno - they had talked when they were on their own about which staff and people higher up in Shinra they would like to fuck. Cloud's favorite was Reno, along with Sephiroth and for a burly hunk of a man option, Angeal. Rin's were Sephiroth as well along with Rude and Genesis.



Cloud sat quietly, trying not to think that the man he had wanted since he had first saw him was sitting next to him, their thighs touching. He swallowed and tried to think of anything but those beautiful, red bangs sprawled out on his pillow. Reno shifted and Cloud's eyes widened as he got a waft of Reno - a combination of orange and cigarettes. The smell went straight up Cloud's nose and straight down to his groin. He placed his hands over his crotch, hoping no one would notice.



He risked a glance to his right to see Reno staring blankly into the distance, yet he looked beautiful. Cloud stared at the red marks on the Turk's cheek, wanting to run his tongue up them. Those soft lips parted to collect another fork of pasta and Cloud swallowed, imagining that mouth around his cock, the tongue stud flicking the tip.



Reno was in a world of his own, eating without even tasting, brooding over what was gonna be a crap evening. Having to guard Rufus was bad enough, but with Tseng he wouldn't even get a ciggie break. He tried to forget about it all and returned to where he was, remembering the kid he was sitting next too. Those blue eyes staring up at him, the hint of mako infusion adding to the starriness. And blond too. He quite liked blonds, there weren't enough of them around. He glanced to his left, to be met by those eyes, on an innocent face which suddenly flushed red and looked away, currently finding more interest in his hands resting in his lap. Reno smirked.



'Wanna picture yo?' he asked, making Cloud look up with a guilty look on his face. ~Hell Yeah! Of you naked sprawled on white sheets~ he thought, his cheeks flushing more crimson.



'Sorry Sir,' he said, trying to hide the shake in his voice. 'I was just wondering if your tattoos hurt…Sir?'



Reno always got asked about his tattoos, he didn't mind.



'Did at first yo, but got used to the sensation quickly.' It was his usual bog standard answer. 'You got any ink yo?' He smiled placing another fork of pasta in his mouth. Cloud swallowed. Reno was talking to him, he couldn't believe it.



'Yes Sir,' he said quietly, 'I got a...'



'No need to call me 'Sir', Reno will do nicely.' he said, holding out his hand. Cloud took it gently; the shake was firm.



'Strife...Cloud Strife Sir...Reno.' He corrected himself, his fingers still tingling from Reno's touch.



'Nice to meet ya Strife, you enjoying your training?'



'Yeah it’s good, tough, but good,' he replied, smiling at the flamed haired Turk. Reno returned the smile, Cloud's stomach knotted, and good job, it probably stopped his still hard cock exploding all over his pants.



'You were saying what your tattoo was...' Reno said running his tongue along his lip at some escaped pasta sauce. Cloud got a flash of silver, his breath catching in his throat.



*Ding Ding*



'Oh that’s me,' Reno said, pulling his phone from his pocket, grazing his knuckles against Cloud's outer thigh as he did. The blond nearly melted on the spot.



'Gotta go, have to tell me about that tattoo next time.' Reno got up and headed for the door. 'Catch ya later Strifey yo,' he said as he exited the cafeteria.



Cloud released a breath he didn't realize he was holding and Rin started to laugh.



'Shut up.' Cloud threw a piece of pasta at his giggling friend.

'I know what you’re gonna be doing with that hand later,' Rin said, nodding towards the blond's hand, that was resting against his chest.



'...............'



Rin checked his watch.



'You got 10 minutes to get rid of your…’ he coughed, ‘…problem before we’re due in the gym...”Strifey”.' And with that Rin left his friend sitting on the bench in the gradually emptying cafeteria.



Cloud could still feel the tingling on his finger, the feel of Reno's leg against his own, and the smell of oranges and cigarettes......he dashed for the bathroom.



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Reno headed back to his office, the text was from Rude, his normal partner in crime. A box with Reno's name on it had been left in Rude's office. He called the elevator; he couldn't be bothered with the stairs. As he waited his mind wandered, to the young infantryman back in the cafeteria. The way his blond bangs were spiked around his sweet face, the way his eyes seemed to sparkle, and his cheeks flush. A familiar knotted feeling appeared in his stomach. ~Bunch of straights~ he snorted to himself, the lift door opened and he headed for the fourth floor.



'Knock Knock,' Reno said as he walked into Rude's office unannounced. Rude raised an eyebrow, showing his annoyance, but not voicing it. He pointed to a small white box on the edge of his desk and went back to his typing.



'Cheers yo,' said Reno, picking it up and heading for his own office. He sat at his desk, looking curiously at the small parcel. There were no marks on the box, it was just white, with a white ribbon and a white tag, one side had 'Reno' in beautiful handwriting, the other had a single flourished 'R'. He raised his eyebrow quizzically, shrugged, then pulled at the ribbon, and lifted the lid. To be greeted by a beautiful pure white rose. He lifted it, waiting for the smell but there wasn't one; it was a fake, but a stunning one at that, the craftsmanship superb. Underneath it, resting on the ruby red velvet of the lining was a note



Wear this tonight

R



He looked again at the rose, then the note. He sighed and checked his watch, he had better get home and scrub up - he didn't wanna piss of Tseng even more. Setting the rose back in its box, he headed home.