Redheaded Stranger

Chapter 3
Observations

"Are you sure this is where you woke up?" Squall asked.

"Positive," Reno answered, staring at the rocky wall. Nothing was happening now, no light, no glow, nothing.

"Rinoa, can you sense anything?" She stepped closer to the wall, but he grabbed her hand protectively. "Don't touch it!"

"I won't," she answered, giving him a smile, then turned her attention back to the wall. The group watched as she concentrated, remaining as quiet as possible.

Reno took his jacket off, tying it around his waist, hating to be back in this stifling heat again. The only time he liked to sweat was when he was having a good fight, or having great sex. He definitely wasn't getting either standing here.

He looked around at the small group of people, feeling like a kid in a candy store. They were a good looking bunch, no doubt about it. He'd gotten introduced to each one of them on the way here, finding something he liked about them all. It was like a buffet. He didn't know where to start first.

"Anything?" Squall asked again, and Reno put his attention back to the problem at hand.

"It's strange. I feel something, but it's very faint. I'm not sure what it is, though it is a magic of some kind, something I've never felt before." Squall nodded, and gently pulled her back against him, not wanting her next to the unknown power any longer.

Reno observed their body language and knew he was watching two lovers. Knowing Squall had a partner was going to make things more challenging, but he wasn't worried, he loved a challenge. Besides, it didn't look like he was going to be getting home anytime soon.

"We might as well head back to Garden. There's not much we can do right now." Squall said, getting everyones attention. In agreement, they started their trek to exit the Cavern.

"Sorry we couldn't help, Reno." Selphie said.

"No problem. I need a vacation anyway."

"You seem to be taking this very well," Quistis said from behind them.

"I'm a laid back kind of guy." He looked over his shoulder, giving her a flirting smile that she quickly looked away from. 'Oh my, another challenge. Damn, this is gonna be fun.' Reno wasn't ignorant of his looks, not to be conceited, but he could just about get any piece of ass he wanted. Elena's favorite name for him was, man slut. If that wasn't proof enough of his personality, he didn't know what was.

The group was unchallenged by any creatures that were hiding in the Cavern as they made their exit, to the disappointment of Reno. He was craving a little action, but no such luck. As they all got into the vehicle they came in, Reno wondered just how long he was going to be here. Pleasant as this strange world seemed to be, he didn't want to be stuck here forever.

Selphie opted to sit next to him and he had no problem with it, but apparently Irvine did, who kept giving Reno scrutinizing looks. Reno stared right back, cracking a smile.

"So, Selphie. I thought since I'm stuck here, maybe you could show me around. Let me see what you guys do for fun around here," he said, never taking his eyes off Irvine. The stare down between the two men wasn't lost on Selphie, and she could feel the tension building. She was still peeved at Irvine, so she made her decision without any guilt whatsoever.

"Sure thing. Tomorrow night sound alright?"

"Hell, yeah it does," he answered, finally tearing his gaze away from the fuming cowboy to look at her pretty face.

Squall heard all this as he drove, not liking it one bit. He caught a glance of Irvine in the rear view mirror. He looked like he was about to pull his gun and start blasting. 'Cool off, Irvine,' he thought, hoping he wouldn't have to stop and yank him out of the truck.

"Irvine.........Irvine!" Squall snapped, finally getting his attention. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Irvine cooled down slightly under his Commander's gaze. "Let's go to the Training Centre when we get back. I need to let off some steam. That's an order."

"Alright, Squall," he answered, and Squall gave him a nod before turning his eyes away. Rinoa put her hand on his knee, giving it a squeeze. The tension had not been lost on her either, along with everyone else in the truck. Squall gave her a small smile, putting his hand over hers. This Reno, was going to be a lot of trouble, just as he had suspected.

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The T-Rexaur wasn't going down easy, they never did. It was just what Irvine needed to take his fury out on. He shot off a few rounds from Exeter before leaping back from a tail swipe from the roaring beast. Squall went at it's back with precision, slicing it with a flurry of swipes from Lion Heart. The T-Rexaur wavered, and Irvine finished it off with a few more well placed rounds to the head. It fell with a death roar, almost knocking the two men down with the tremor it caused with it's collapse.

"Feel better now?" Squall asked, holstering Lion Heart as he walked over to his friend.

"No, dammit! That redheaded punk is stealing my girl." Squall didn't quite understand Irvine's predicament. Irvine claimed he loved Selphie, yet that hadn't stopped him from being a woman chaser. 'Stop going after other women, and maybe you wouldn't be having this problem,' Squall thought.

"I know what you're thinking, Squall. Quit chasing skirts. Am I right?" Squall raised one eyebrow, giving him a look that said, 'duh'. "I know man, but I can't help myself."

"Until you can, I say you can't get mad at her for wanting to see other people. That would make you a hypocrite," Squall said right out.

"Shit, man. You just had to point that out, didn't ya?"

"Yep," Squall said, heading for the exit. "Stay away from Reno," he added, giving Irvine a backward glance. "The less trouble while he's here, the better." Irvine didn't respond as he followed Squall from the Training Centre. "You hear me, Irvine?"

"Yeah, I hear ya," he answered. Squall seemed satisfied as they parted ways, and Irvine headed for his quarters, still feeling pent up anger running through him. The T-Rexaur hadn't relieved him as he had hoped it would.

The thought of Selphie going anywhere with Reno was making his heart twist painfully in his chest. What made all this even worse was he found the son of a bitch attractive. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he couldn't lie to himself about the fact. There was just something about the way he carried himself that was alluring, as if he knew he was desirable. He almost laughed out loud, the more he thought about it. 'The bastard is just like me.' The realization was funny, yet infuriatingly ironic.

"Hey, what's got you so happy?" Irvine heard the teasing voice of the source of his problem. Reno was leaning against the wall, looking relaxed and unconcerned about his situation. Selphie wasn't around, and thankfully neither was Squall.

"Nothing that concerns you," he lied, wiping the smile from his face.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Believe what you want," he answered, walking away from the relaxed redhead.

"Wanna talk about it.., cowboy?" Irvine stopped in his tracks, glancing back to see Reno smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This way," he said, then walked ahead. Reno followed behind, and Irvine was grateful when he stayed silent. They made it to the room without running into anybody, which was fine with Irvine. He really didn't want to suffer Squall's wrath for breaking his promise. 'I didn't really promise though', was his only thought as he let Reno into his quarters.

Reno made himself at home without being asked, unhooking his EMR from his wrist and taking his jacket off, laying them down on the coffee table. He lounged back on the couch, resting his arms behind his head, eyeing Irvine with interest.

"So, is Selphie your woman?"

"You got it," he answered, unhooking his own weapon to lay it next to Reno's. He sat on the sofa chair across from the couch, glaring menacingly at his visitor.

"Then why is she going out with me tomorrow night?"

"Not that it's your business, but she's pissed at me. She's just using you to make me jealous."

"Oh, really?" Irvine nodded, trying to ignore the way Reno was looking at him. "You know what I think?" Irvine merely sat silently, waiting to see what he would say. "I think, Irvine, that you're pissed because I didn't ask you out first."

"What?!" he growled, standing from the chair defensively, pulling his hat from his head and tossing it aside.

"I saw the way you were looking at me today, don't deny it." Irvine's face flushed at Reno's observation, and the bastard chuckled in a damn sexy tone that made a pleasant tingle run down his spine.

"Son of a bitch," Irvine managed, sitting back on the chair in a defeated slouch, not taking his eyes from the seducing redhead. Reno's tongue snaked out from between his lips, running over them in an erotic manner that made Irvine's body react against his will. He couldn't hide the quickening of his breath, and Reno gave him a knowing smile, coming smoothly off the couch, only to step over to kneel in front of him.

Irvine swallowed heavily as Reno's hands touched his thighs, giving them a squeeze before running up along them to the quickly hardening bulge in his pants. Reno smiled when he whimpered with his touch.

"So hard already, and I haven't even got started yet," he teased, getting a hot, yet lust filled glare from the cowboy. His smile widened when he groped his hard-on, making Irvine moan and buck slightly against his hand. "So eager." He rubbed harder, making Irvine's breath harsh with desire.

"Dammit, you're gonna make me shoot in my pants if you don't stop that," he groaned, squeezing his eyes closed against the pleasure.

"We don't want that now." With nimble fingers, Reno undid his pants, pulling out Irvine's aroused member from his boxers, giving it the attention it cried for, by stroking it hard and fast.

"Ahhhhh...fuck!" Irvine groaned, clutching the armrests of the chair so hard his knuckles were white.

"Mmmmm...dirty talk. I love it," Reno purred before taking the engorged shaft into his mouth, hand pumping it in a steady rhythm. Irvine's hands left the armrests to grab the fiery red hair of the man who was expertly sucking his cock. His hips pumped in time with his ministrations, pushing himself further into the deep well of his hot, moist mouth.

Reno moaned around his shaft with approval of his rough hands and heated thrusts, sucking harder in response. He smiled inwardly at the growl of pleasure that emanated from the man above him.

Far in the back of his mind, Irvine was angry that Reno had so easily seduced him, but the pleasure was so consuming, he couldn't think straight. He knew he would regret this later, but all he could think about was fucking the bastard into his mattress. He clutched his hair harder, pulling a few strands loose in the process. Reno relished the pain, only sucking him with more gusto.

"Ahhhhh...," Reno heard Irvine moan as his body stiffened with the release, and felt the warm flood of his seed spilling into his mouth. He instinctively swallowed, taking the salty essence in. The rough grip loosened as he licked him clean, smiling at the small whimpers and grunts that came from the cowboy.

He smiled up at the recovering man, licking the last of the semen from his lips. His own arousal was painfully hard in his pants, and he rubbed himself through the fabric with a shaky sigh

"You just gonna sit there, or are you gonna help me take care of this?" he asked, moving back, sitting his ass on the floor, rubbing himself suggestively with short harsh breaths. Irvine practically jumped on him, making quick work of undoing his pants, releasing his cock from its confines. He wasn't wearing any underwear and Irvine smiled, not in the least surprised. Precum dripped from his tip and Irvine lapped it off before devouring the erect cock, his lips touching the nest of red pubic hair.

"Oh fuck, baby," Reno groaned between clenched teeth, pleased with Irvine's deep throat ability. "I've needed this all day," he gasped out, pressing his hands against the floor, pumping his hips up to meet every bob of Irvine's head. Irvine yanked Reno's pants further down his legs, then cupped his balls, giving them a slight squeeze before massaging them teasingly with feather light fingertips.

"Fuck, you're good," Reno gasped, pumping his hips harder with the increasing pleasure, With a few pumps of Irvine's hand and a hard suction on the head of his cock, Reno sprayed into the cavern of Irvine's mouth with a shuddering moan. He collapsed back onto the floor, breathing hard from the much needed release. The warm lap of Irvine's tongue woke him from his relaxed stupor, and he looked down his body at the man leisurely cleaning his semi hard penis. Reno gave him a cocky smile when their eyes met, getting him a wink for his trouble.

"Shall we continue?" Reno asked, still catching his breath. Irvine stood without a word, and proceeded to strip his clothes off. Reno followed suit and when they were both properly unclothed, he grabbed Irvine, bringing him into a lustful kiss. Irvine had an incredible body, and Reno ran his hands over him in worship, grinding his renewing erection against Irvine's. They were both groaning with the sensation as the heat of their kiss increased.

"I want you inside me," Reno breathed against his ear, punctuating his request by licking his earlobe. Irvine groaned and pulled the sexy redhead into his bedroom, where they landed on the bed together in a hot embrace. Somehow, in their passion, Irvine grabbed a bottle of lube from his side table drawer, moaning with lust when Reno ground himself against his stiff erection. Irvine quickly twisted the lid off, squirting a small amount on his fingertips, and wasted no time in brushing them against Reno's anal opening.

"No need for that, babe. Just lube up and let's go," he said, breathing hard with anticipation. "In fact, let me do it," he added, then grabbed the bottle from his hand, squeezing a good amount on his fingers. He covered Irvine's cock with the slick lube, giving it a few teasing strokes in the process before laying back and spreading his legs up and apart in an inviting display.

"Get to it, cowboy," he said, gasping excitingly. Irvine moved in eagerly, sliding into the tight, hot tunnel of his ass with a satisfied moan. He held Reno's thighs as he stroked in and out at a slow pace, savoring the tight walls around his cock. "Harder," Reno urged, pulling Irvine down to kiss him savagely. He slammed harder into him, growling against Reno's mouth.

With the first hard thrust, Irvine found his prostate and Reno kissed him harder in response, rocking up against him urgently. His orgasm came quick with a few more hard strokes, and Irvine followed soon after with the tightening pressure around his cock. Irvine pulled out, almost regretfully, and lay next to Reno, breathing hard as sweat poured from his body. Reno started to chuckle uncontrollably, breathing and sweating just as hard as Irvine.

"What's tickling your ass?" Irvine asked with a crooked smiled.

"You were, but it's my turn now," he said, stroking himself to get to full arousal once again. Irvine watched, his own cock twitching in response. To help things along, they plundered each others mouths again, tongues dancing together wildly.

"Get on your knees," Reno said, grabbing the lube once again. "How do you want it, baby?" Reno asked, kissing along Irvine's muscled back as he kneeled in his tantalizing position.

"Hard," Irvine answered, throwing Reno a lustful look over his shoulder.

"That's what I wanted to hear," he said, then grabbed his hips, and slammed into his tight orifice in one hard thrust, hitting his prostate.

"Fuck, don't stop!" Irvine yelled, rocking back against Reno's rough thrusts. Reno reached around stroking his cock in time with his thrusts, increasing his state of bliss. It wasn't long before Irvine was spilling his seed in Reno's hand. Soon, Reno shot into his ass with a shaky moan, laying across his sweat covered back when he was done.

"Just so you know," Reno said, breathing hard once again, "I'm still taking your woman out." Irvine shot his a glare over his shoulder. Reno smiled and smacked Irvine's ass before pulling out of him. "Mind if I use your shower?" he asked, and walked into the bathroom before Irvine had a chance to answer.