Coffee Kills
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
819
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own final fantasy or its characters and I do not make money from this fanfiction.
chapter 4
Disclaimer:
I do not own final fantasy 7 or its characters. And I do not make money from this fanfiction.
Warnings:
Mostly language in this chapter. =^.^= more fun to come soon though…
Coffee Kills
~Chapter 4~
Reno slung himself through his apartment door at the Shinra building and slumped back against it when he closed it. Internally he groaned… Yes, in the end it had been enjoyable but he felt so empty really. Tseng had really scared him for a minute and now, he simply felt ashamed. He could still taste the way his superior had tasted. But he longed to know what it would be like to kiss the dark wutain’s lips.
He looked around his apartment. Simple, pretty clean, and basically lonely and empty. He had a basic and simple couch, dark grey in the middle of his living room. A Small tv directly on the floor in the corner. A neat stack of newspapers in another corner. A Small end table in front of the couch in place f a coffee table.
Reno blanched… Coffee. And with a sigh he moved towards the kitchen.
The coffee machine he had was small and simple. He hardly uded it anymore with having the endless supply at work in the break room. But Gaia… maybe Reno should give the stuff up. Just make it at home.
Reno shook his head and went to the pot… there was a slight film in the bottom from the last time he’d made coffee over a week ago. And with a groan he slid his jacket off walking around the corner and throwing it across the back of the couch.
He rolled up the sleeves of his haphazardly buttoned shit and bit back a curse. “Gee Fuc… Mph… Gaia…Dam…” He mumbled and grumbled as he got hot water running in his sink. The film in the pot was just enough to create a stinky layer of mold. Phew… He hated when this happened. He threw some soap in the water and submerged the pot. Only grumbling to himself worse… that meant the filter was still above the pot too.
“Gaia damned it… I don’t need this shit…” He cursed out loud to no one but himself. He held his breath and pulled the filter container out from the top and tried not to gasp as a cloud of mold plumed out. “Fuck!” He quickly dumped it in the garbage tray and all.
Reno pulled the pot back out of the water and dumped that as well. “Shit… least it was cheap.” He reasoned to himself and pulled the whole think from the counter and unplugged it throwing it in his garbage can before tying off the bag and pulling it out.
He set the bag of garbage by his door. He might as well run out. He was tired…. But bored, he didn’t want to be home alone anyway. He could run to the store and get a new coffee maker and take the trash down to the room where the Turks took theirs on this floor.
Well... Reno thought, maybe he’d better do that first. His eyes were watering from the moldy mess even though he’d tied it off.
He ran over to the window in his living room and opened it as wide as it would go then decided to not bother changing. He was a mess and needed a shower still. He might as well do this first before showering and changing then do his shopping.
He still had his shoes on, so Reno decided to run out as he was to get the stinky garbage out of his apartment. He held his nose as long as he could when he grabbed it and high tailed it out. Hoping that the movement if quick enough would allow him to breathe lightly. It was quite a ways down the hall to the end where the garbage room was.
Reno wasn’t watching where he was going when he stumbled and fell face first on the hall. He’d landed on top of the garbage bag and was praying thanks to whatever deity had stopped the pot from breaking and shoving moldy glass into his gut. He grumbled and felt close to tears as he realized he’d gotten a lungful of disgusting air by landing the way he had.
“Whatever CAN happen is GOING to… isn’t it.” He groaned as he pushed back up to his feet.
~~~Tseng, in the elevator~~~
Tseng leaned back completely exhausted against the wall of the elevator. He’d decided to quit even though he still had a mountain of paperwork. There was just too much going on inside his head. He wanted nothing more than to just go home… relax in a bath and not think about Reno at ALL the rest of the night.
The elevator dinged for his floor and he exited. He held his breath. Something really stank in the hallway. And someone was muttering down the hall a ways in the garbage room. ‘Really…’ He thought. ‘They need to be better about removing the filth more often.’
Tseng stopped at his doormat, the corner was flipped over. “Ingrates,” he mumbled out loud. The other people housed on this floor were so improper, and careless of other people’s belongings. He tinkered with his keycard and finally got it through the door. He heard the door to the garbage room open and slid into his front entry hoping to avoid dealing with anyone else today.
‘Boy… for not having anything to do… They like to overload me with paperwork to things that shouldn’t even matter.’ Tseng thought to himself. He was exhausted. So much was left on his shoulders even though there was a lull in everything recently.
He went smoothly into his living room and pulled his jacket off setting it very neatly onto the arm of the couch and set down to remove his shoes. He got up and carried the shoes to the small mat he had by the front door and placed them, tucking the laces into the insides of the shoes. He stood back up stretching his back and then tipping his neck one way and then the other.
Tseng released a sigh and picked up his neatly lain jacket to hang it up in his bedroom silently and smoothly moving into his room of peace. That long hot soak was sounding better in his mind by the second.
~~~Reno, Garbage Room~~~
“Fuck… fuck… double fuck…. Gaia damned it… why can’t this piece of shit TAKE IT!?” Reno Kicked shoved and punched at the Bag trying his hardest to avoid the part that had the glass that he knew he’d shattered a while ago. The trash compactor for their floor was overfilled, but there was no way in ifrit that Reno was about to take that stink bomb home with him, although with the way he smelled now it almost didn’t matter.
Between the garbage Reno already had in the bag when he’d thrown the coffee pot and maker in it and the smell of the surrounding filth that had the compactor filled in the first place Reno was quickly becoming the major stink bomb himself. He gave the bag one more kick with his untied boots and since it was at least mostly lodged inside the containment area he figured that would be that.
Reno just wanted so badly to get cleaned completely up and get into some fresh clothes… and get OUT of here. He opened the door with all his strength slamming it back against the wall that it opened to. He didn’t mean to do that but he was pissed off.
All of this shit… and he STILL hadn’t gotten a fuckin’ simple coffee fix…
He made his way down the hallway almost ready to breathe a sigh of relief as he slowly made his way without any more incidents to his door. He reached into his pocket for his keycard.
“Shit…”
~~~Tseng’s Apartment~~~
“God’s forsaken Gaia… it feels great to get out of the uniform today.” Tseng audibly moaned uncharacteristically as he pulled his shirt off leaving only his boxers on.
He made his way to the bathroom and removed his boxers as well placing them in the hamper just outside the door. He pulled his hair out of the severe ponytail that he wore it in and turned to the bath placing the chain attached to a plug into the hole at the bottom so that he could draw himself a steaming hot bath. He turned the faucets on mostly straight hot water with only a touch of cool intermingling to make it tolerable to his human skin.
Try as Tseng may… He may put on a façade of stone to try to seem uncaring as to the emotional going’s on’s around him he was still human to the core. The face of stone and the demeanor to match didn’t hold up forever. There were times when the man felt like he was ready to crumble. And recently that had been the case.
He had watched from afar, the fireball of a Turk that he’d come to have a strange like and pull to. And though the Fiery redhead singed at his nerves… he had to admit an endearing quality to him. Though Tseng wanted nothing more than to ‘have his way’ with him.
Tseng’s eyes flared a deep dark color before he shook his head. What was he thinking? He needed to clear his head, not make it even more clouded with the visual that Reno had most recently left him with. *ohh...* Tseng groaned. What would it take to clear his system of this obsession with Reno?
~~~Reno, in the hallway~~~
Reno stood pacing in the hallway back and forth only going about 4 feet each way. His head was down and his hands were in his pocket. He was mumbling almost incoherently. And though he’d have been extremely ashamed if someone saw him like this, in a way he didn’t care. What more could he do.
“Shitfuck… what…. How coul… Fuckin Key cards… whadaya… never gonna… Mmm.. grrr… What the fuck…” He stopped suddenly with a growl and looked at the door he paced in front of a couple of feet away.
He knew that he was the only person on the floor that had a master key card was him. There wasn’t anything Reno could do about it. He would have happily gone shopping and just went someplace to drown his sorrows till tomorrow’s workday but he didn’t have his wallet, or his keycard. So either way he was stuck.
He needed to suck it up and either knock on the damned door or suck it up even more and risk getting in major trouble by heading straight to Rufus. But he knew that wouldn’t work. They’d be extremely suspicious why he didn’t just go to the head Turk first. Not to mention, angering Rufus probably wouldn’t be the smartest action of his life.
Reno stepped forward a foot or two… still too far away from the door to actually knock. Tseng’s apartment was the largest one on their floor and was also the furthest away from anyone else’s, for that Reno was thankful. But at the same time, what would someone think of him if they saw him out there just outside of Tseng’s apartment pacing like the fool he really was.
He went to take a second step forward to knock but at the last second he rebutted his own decision and went to turn suddenly in the direction of the stairs. Thinking he could find some other way. He WAS a Turk.
At the last second as he turned on his heel his loose boot tripped on something and it sent him flying. Though he tried to stop himself with everything in his training he managed to only make his fall worse. He landed with a harsh thud against the door and frame, which included the small chime that was on the frame of all of their doors as a doorbell of sorts.
All Reno could think as his ass hit the floor was ‘Fuck… could it get any worse.’
~~~Tseng, in the Bathroom~~~
Tseng shut the water off on the faucets and was just ready to climb into the steamy paradise that awaited him when he heard a very loud thud and it was followed by the chime on his doorbell.
“What in the world could it be NOW!?” He wondered aloud. There had better be a VERY good reason for this personal disruption. Whoever was on the other side of that doorway had better be praying because Tseng was NOT in a very understanding mood.
He pulled a dark blue high quality robe from the back of the bathroom door and did so in a very efficient and swift manner. While smoothing his hair behind his ears he made it to the door in record time. He took a deep breath to try to hide the fact that he was furious and unlocked and opened the door without checking who it was.
“Gaia the gods hate me…”
~~~End Chapter~~~
A/N: Lordy… it took me sooo much longer than I intended it before I finally got around to moving forward with this story. I’m so sorry to all of you that put this on notice and have waited patiently. As you can tell there is more mischief for Reno to be involved with to come….
By the way… Anyone that has any requests for situations to add in here by all means… voice them! You can leave the ideas in review.. or personal message. Whichever! I have a basic idea of where and how I want this story to go. But there is a lot of leeway in the manner I have it going. So speak up!
Alright next up on my list to finish chapter 17 of My Road… then move onto Roentgen… I am not planning on going away any time soon :P take care ya’ll!
I do not own final fantasy 7 or its characters. And I do not make money from this fanfiction.
Warnings:
Mostly language in this chapter. =^.^= more fun to come soon though…
Coffee Kills
~Chapter 4~
Reno slung himself through his apartment door at the Shinra building and slumped back against it when he closed it. Internally he groaned… Yes, in the end it had been enjoyable but he felt so empty really. Tseng had really scared him for a minute and now, he simply felt ashamed. He could still taste the way his superior had tasted. But he longed to know what it would be like to kiss the dark wutain’s lips.
He looked around his apartment. Simple, pretty clean, and basically lonely and empty. He had a basic and simple couch, dark grey in the middle of his living room. A Small tv directly on the floor in the corner. A neat stack of newspapers in another corner. A Small end table in front of the couch in place f a coffee table.
Reno blanched… Coffee. And with a sigh he moved towards the kitchen.
The coffee machine he had was small and simple. He hardly uded it anymore with having the endless supply at work in the break room. But Gaia… maybe Reno should give the stuff up. Just make it at home.
Reno shook his head and went to the pot… there was a slight film in the bottom from the last time he’d made coffee over a week ago. And with a groan he slid his jacket off walking around the corner and throwing it across the back of the couch.
He rolled up the sleeves of his haphazardly buttoned shit and bit back a curse. “Gee Fuc… Mph… Gaia…Dam…” He mumbled and grumbled as he got hot water running in his sink. The film in the pot was just enough to create a stinky layer of mold. Phew… He hated when this happened. He threw some soap in the water and submerged the pot. Only grumbling to himself worse… that meant the filter was still above the pot too.
“Gaia damned it… I don’t need this shit…” He cursed out loud to no one but himself. He held his breath and pulled the filter container out from the top and tried not to gasp as a cloud of mold plumed out. “Fuck!” He quickly dumped it in the garbage tray and all.
Reno pulled the pot back out of the water and dumped that as well. “Shit… least it was cheap.” He reasoned to himself and pulled the whole think from the counter and unplugged it throwing it in his garbage can before tying off the bag and pulling it out.
He set the bag of garbage by his door. He might as well run out. He was tired…. But bored, he didn’t want to be home alone anyway. He could run to the store and get a new coffee maker and take the trash down to the room where the Turks took theirs on this floor.
Well... Reno thought, maybe he’d better do that first. His eyes were watering from the moldy mess even though he’d tied it off.
He ran over to the window in his living room and opened it as wide as it would go then decided to not bother changing. He was a mess and needed a shower still. He might as well do this first before showering and changing then do his shopping.
He still had his shoes on, so Reno decided to run out as he was to get the stinky garbage out of his apartment. He held his nose as long as he could when he grabbed it and high tailed it out. Hoping that the movement if quick enough would allow him to breathe lightly. It was quite a ways down the hall to the end where the garbage room was.
Reno wasn’t watching where he was going when he stumbled and fell face first on the hall. He’d landed on top of the garbage bag and was praying thanks to whatever deity had stopped the pot from breaking and shoving moldy glass into his gut. He grumbled and felt close to tears as he realized he’d gotten a lungful of disgusting air by landing the way he had.
“Whatever CAN happen is GOING to… isn’t it.” He groaned as he pushed back up to his feet.
~~~Tseng, in the elevator~~~
Tseng leaned back completely exhausted against the wall of the elevator. He’d decided to quit even though he still had a mountain of paperwork. There was just too much going on inside his head. He wanted nothing more than to just go home… relax in a bath and not think about Reno at ALL the rest of the night.
The elevator dinged for his floor and he exited. He held his breath. Something really stank in the hallway. And someone was muttering down the hall a ways in the garbage room. ‘Really…’ He thought. ‘They need to be better about removing the filth more often.’
Tseng stopped at his doormat, the corner was flipped over. “Ingrates,” he mumbled out loud. The other people housed on this floor were so improper, and careless of other people’s belongings. He tinkered with his keycard and finally got it through the door. He heard the door to the garbage room open and slid into his front entry hoping to avoid dealing with anyone else today.
‘Boy… for not having anything to do… They like to overload me with paperwork to things that shouldn’t even matter.’ Tseng thought to himself. He was exhausted. So much was left on his shoulders even though there was a lull in everything recently.
He went smoothly into his living room and pulled his jacket off setting it very neatly onto the arm of the couch and set down to remove his shoes. He got up and carried the shoes to the small mat he had by the front door and placed them, tucking the laces into the insides of the shoes. He stood back up stretching his back and then tipping his neck one way and then the other.
Tseng released a sigh and picked up his neatly lain jacket to hang it up in his bedroom silently and smoothly moving into his room of peace. That long hot soak was sounding better in his mind by the second.
~~~Reno, Garbage Room~~~
“Fuck… fuck… double fuck…. Gaia damned it… why can’t this piece of shit TAKE IT!?” Reno Kicked shoved and punched at the Bag trying his hardest to avoid the part that had the glass that he knew he’d shattered a while ago. The trash compactor for their floor was overfilled, but there was no way in ifrit that Reno was about to take that stink bomb home with him, although with the way he smelled now it almost didn’t matter.
Between the garbage Reno already had in the bag when he’d thrown the coffee pot and maker in it and the smell of the surrounding filth that had the compactor filled in the first place Reno was quickly becoming the major stink bomb himself. He gave the bag one more kick with his untied boots and since it was at least mostly lodged inside the containment area he figured that would be that.
Reno just wanted so badly to get cleaned completely up and get into some fresh clothes… and get OUT of here. He opened the door with all his strength slamming it back against the wall that it opened to. He didn’t mean to do that but he was pissed off.
All of this shit… and he STILL hadn’t gotten a fuckin’ simple coffee fix…
He made his way down the hallway almost ready to breathe a sigh of relief as he slowly made his way without any more incidents to his door. He reached into his pocket for his keycard.
“Shit…”
~~~Tseng’s Apartment~~~
“God’s forsaken Gaia… it feels great to get out of the uniform today.” Tseng audibly moaned uncharacteristically as he pulled his shirt off leaving only his boxers on.
He made his way to the bathroom and removed his boxers as well placing them in the hamper just outside the door. He pulled his hair out of the severe ponytail that he wore it in and turned to the bath placing the chain attached to a plug into the hole at the bottom so that he could draw himself a steaming hot bath. He turned the faucets on mostly straight hot water with only a touch of cool intermingling to make it tolerable to his human skin.
Try as Tseng may… He may put on a façade of stone to try to seem uncaring as to the emotional going’s on’s around him he was still human to the core. The face of stone and the demeanor to match didn’t hold up forever. There were times when the man felt like he was ready to crumble. And recently that had been the case.
He had watched from afar, the fireball of a Turk that he’d come to have a strange like and pull to. And though the Fiery redhead singed at his nerves… he had to admit an endearing quality to him. Though Tseng wanted nothing more than to ‘have his way’ with him.
Tseng’s eyes flared a deep dark color before he shook his head. What was he thinking? He needed to clear his head, not make it even more clouded with the visual that Reno had most recently left him with. *ohh...* Tseng groaned. What would it take to clear his system of this obsession with Reno?
~~~Reno, in the hallway~~~
Reno stood pacing in the hallway back and forth only going about 4 feet each way. His head was down and his hands were in his pocket. He was mumbling almost incoherently. And though he’d have been extremely ashamed if someone saw him like this, in a way he didn’t care. What more could he do.
“Shitfuck… what…. How coul… Fuckin Key cards… whadaya… never gonna… Mmm.. grrr… What the fuck…” He stopped suddenly with a growl and looked at the door he paced in front of a couple of feet away.
He knew that he was the only person on the floor that had a master key card was him. There wasn’t anything Reno could do about it. He would have happily gone shopping and just went someplace to drown his sorrows till tomorrow’s workday but he didn’t have his wallet, or his keycard. So either way he was stuck.
He needed to suck it up and either knock on the damned door or suck it up even more and risk getting in major trouble by heading straight to Rufus. But he knew that wouldn’t work. They’d be extremely suspicious why he didn’t just go to the head Turk first. Not to mention, angering Rufus probably wouldn’t be the smartest action of his life.
Reno stepped forward a foot or two… still too far away from the door to actually knock. Tseng’s apartment was the largest one on their floor and was also the furthest away from anyone else’s, for that Reno was thankful. But at the same time, what would someone think of him if they saw him out there just outside of Tseng’s apartment pacing like the fool he really was.
He went to take a second step forward to knock but at the last second he rebutted his own decision and went to turn suddenly in the direction of the stairs. Thinking he could find some other way. He WAS a Turk.
At the last second as he turned on his heel his loose boot tripped on something and it sent him flying. Though he tried to stop himself with everything in his training he managed to only make his fall worse. He landed with a harsh thud against the door and frame, which included the small chime that was on the frame of all of their doors as a doorbell of sorts.
All Reno could think as his ass hit the floor was ‘Fuck… could it get any worse.’
~~~Tseng, in the Bathroom~~~
Tseng shut the water off on the faucets and was just ready to climb into the steamy paradise that awaited him when he heard a very loud thud and it was followed by the chime on his doorbell.
“What in the world could it be NOW!?” He wondered aloud. There had better be a VERY good reason for this personal disruption. Whoever was on the other side of that doorway had better be praying because Tseng was NOT in a very understanding mood.
He pulled a dark blue high quality robe from the back of the bathroom door and did so in a very efficient and swift manner. While smoothing his hair behind his ears he made it to the door in record time. He took a deep breath to try to hide the fact that he was furious and unlocked and opened the door without checking who it was.
“Gaia the gods hate me…”
~~~End Chapter~~~
A/N: Lordy… it took me sooo much longer than I intended it before I finally got around to moving forward with this story. I’m so sorry to all of you that put this on notice and have waited patiently. As you can tell there is more mischief for Reno to be involved with to come….
By the way… Anyone that has any requests for situations to add in here by all means… voice them! You can leave the ideas in review.. or personal message. Whichever! I have a basic idea of where and how I want this story to go. But there is a lot of leeway in the manner I have it going. So speak up!
Alright next up on my list to finish chapter 17 of My Road… then move onto Roentgen… I am not planning on going away any time soon :P take care ya’ll!