Bullet Catchers

Bullet Catchers

By Jazzbo22
Jazzbo22@hotmail.com

An assassination attempt leaves Rufus questioning his vulnerability. The Turks struggle to keep the President out of harm’s way, but is it enough?

TsengxRufus, RudexReno, yaoi, angst, lemon, anal, oral

A/N: Thank you for reading so far. This chapter focuses more on RudexReno, but don't worry, TsengxRufus will be covered more in future chapters :P. As always, I love reviews, so please drop me a line, I enjoy reading them! Thanks, happy reading!

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Chapter Seven



Rude had a hard time fighting off the doctors and nurses. All he wanted was to see if Reno was okay, but damnit, they kept them in different rooms while they attended to each Turk.

“Sir, hold still. We can’t clean out your wound if you keep fussing.” He thought of his nurse as the ‘frigid bitch’. She didn’t tell him anything, wouldn’t let him move, all he needed was to see Reno…

“Sir. If you don’t lie still, we will strap you down.” Rude did stop when he realized she was dead serious. Although he might be able to break out of his confines, it would take more time, and that was time he had to spend away from his partner. Complying, he lay there, flinching as they dug each metal shard out of his calf. He was anesthetized, but it didn’t diminish the pain completely.

Once he had listened to orders, the doctor and his team of nurses were able to work quite quickly. Soon he could leave, see what was going on with Reno’s injuries…

“Okay, we’re just going to suture this up. As well as breaking the skin, the metal had torn some of your muscles so they will have to be stitched as well. You can walk after, so long as you don’t put any undue stress on your leg.” Whatever, just do it. Rude was growing more impatient by the second.

After ten minutes of quiet work, the doctor gave him the good to go, placing several medical documents in his hand.

“These are instructions on how to clean your wound, acceptable activity, as well as a notice for a follow-up appointment in two weeks, when we remove the stitches. Please be careful next time? We don’t want to be pulling metal shards out of your skull.”

“Where is Reno?” The doctor looked at him quizzically.

“Oh, the other patient brought in with you? I believe he’s in room 104, though – hey wait! You can’t just barge in!” Rude was already out the door and scanning the hallway for the room. The doctor’s cries fell on deaf ears.

Finally he located room 104, opening the door and stepping in quietly. A young nurse was leaning over Reno’s bed, checking his IV. She hadn’t heard him come in, jumping when he was suddenly beside her.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t scare me like that, or you’ll put me in a hospital bed too!”

“How is he?” Recognizing the uniform, she decided not to argue. He meant business. Picking up Reno’s file, she handed it to him.

“He’s lucky his skull isn’t crushed. Bad wound, lots of blood loss, as to be expected with head injuries. He’ll be a little disoriented. Mild concussion.”

“What about other internal injuries?” Rude asked, scanning the file. She checked Reno’s vitals.

“Three broken ribs. No damage to internal organs. Torn back muscles, though not severely. Wretched his left shoulder, but no lasting damage there either. Just heavy bruising. Safe to say he’ll feel like a truck ran over him when he wakes up.”

“So he is okay then?”

“For the most part. Whatever you guys were doing – he won’t be able to return to that for awhile. He’s going to have to take a few days off work to recuperate, and then return to light work. No Rambo impressions.” Rude raised an eyebrow. Rambo impressions?

“You too you know. For your wounds to heal you need to take a few days off work.”

“That isn’t possible.”

“Well you’re going to have to make it possible.” Was she for real? “There’s nothing more annoying then getting the same people coming back every week because they don’t follow doctor’s orders.”

“When is he going to be discharged?” The nurse took the file back from Rude, sifting through the pages.

“In about four days, give or take. We need to see what happens with his head and ribs. Better safe then sorry.” Tseng was not going to like this.

“Well…I’ll just leave you two then…press the nurse call button if you need anything.” She slunk out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her. Rude limped over to the seat beside Reno’s bed, pulling it under him.

“What the hell are you doing, getting yourself hurt like that?” Rude brushed the hair out of his face tenderly. Reno stirred under his touch. Without thinking, he let his fingers trace his cheekbones, down towards his jaw. His partner’s eyes fluttered before opening slowly. Rude pulled his hand away, hoping he wasn’t caught – it was always embarrassing seen with your hand in the cookie jar. Reno gave him a pathetic grin.

“Did we already start drinking? Because I have a motherfucker of a headache.” Rude smiled.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I got run over by a fucking huge ass mother fucking fat ass of a chocobo.” Rude raised an eyebrow.

“The nurse said you’d feel along those terms.” Reno reached for his forehead, the feel of a thick bandage under his fingers startling him into reality.

“Oh shit! The meeting! Those assholes!”

“They’re gone now.” Rude spoke softly. Reno looked devastated.

“We were so close to putting this in the bag.”

“You remember anything? The nurse said you’d be disoriented.” Reno nodded.

“I remember up until you pulled me out of there…and then there was an explosion…”

“And everything went black?”

“Pretty much.” Reno sighed. Rude knew he was probably kicking himself.

“What went wrong?”

“I think Falcon sold us out. He wasn’t even there. These guys though…I’m pretty sure it was them. Everything about them felt like pure skill, pure evil too.”

“Do you remember any faces?”

“Yeah. Some are strangely familiar, I can’t place them though. I’ll have to think about it. It was bugging me the entire time I was there.” Rude hadn’t really paid attention to faces when he had broken in. He was all about saving Reno’s ass, for the umpteenth time. As if sensing what was on Rude’s thoughts, Reno turned to him.

“Thanks man, for busting in there like a mofo and saving me from becoming the headless horseman.”

“It’s what I do.” After a moment’s silence, the redhead spoke.

“How long am I in here for?”

“About four days.”

“Fuck no! I’m not staying here!”

“You have to. You broke three ribs, and busted your head up pretty bad. They want you to stay here so they can monitor you.”

“You know I can’t stay here. We have so much work to do. I won’t be on the field, I promise! I can figure out who those guys were. I can’t do that in here! Rude, sneak me out!”

“They need to look after you.”

“No. I already know what they’re going to do. I’ll make them use a cure 2 on me.”

“They won’t- ”

“Watch me.”

Reno rang the nurse buzzer. Rude was skeptical. They didn’t like to use cure materia, as it slowed down the body’s natural process of healing. Reno seemed convinced they would do it though. Rude had a pretty solid idea that it would involve throwing a shitstorm.

“This is how it’s done…”


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Both Reno and Rude were limping out of the hospital within two hours of arriving there. Enough blackmailing and swearing seemed to have the effect he wanted, because by the time he was finished the staff wanted him out of there. They cast a cure on him – enough to mend his broken ribs, but not enough to close the gash on his head or take away any of the pain. Tseng had been called and updated on the information, and had given Reno access to all the Shinra personnel files. All he had to do was get on his laptop, and do some face surfing. All from home, where he could relax into a proper chair in a room not nearly as confined as Rude’s car. Ah, bliss.

Rude was coming along with him as well, as much as the bigger man protested. He wanted to be out finding the shitheads, but Reno had told him pointblank that limp-a-lot wasn’t about to cover much ground when he could be getting more work done in his apartment.

Of course, there were two sides to every story. Back in the hospital, Reno had felt Rude caressing his face, keeping his eyes closed to save his partner any embarrassment. The ‘play dumb’ act was going to be dropped very soon though – he couldn’t wait. This mission was dragging out longer than he thought, and damn, if he died he at least wanted to die a satisfied man. From the way Rude had touched him, he was sure something along the same thoughts were running through his mind too. If he had his way, by nightfall Rude would be all sweating and naked and begging for more. Or he would. Either way worked.

After talking with Tseng, their leader advised them to keep working, but get some decent sleep in there as well. It seemed as the days went on they were losing their sharp edge from lack of everything. Judging by Tseng’s voice, he hoped he was taking his own advice.

“Tseng told me how to locate the Shinra database from home, so why don’t we chill there, shower, order some pizza and get to work?” Rude glanced at him. Tseng had ordered their car be dropped off to the hospital, and now Rude was driving.

“You want us to go back to your pigsty of a place? Reno, I was there right before this mission started. Have you even put away those boxes yet?”

“Ahh, point. Okay, let’s go to your place.” Rude just shrugged, taking the highway to the top plates. Reno had been at his partner’s condo plenty of times. It was pretty nice – two floors, all manly man furniture in rich colours, like mauve, brown, copper, and tan. And he had a nice, big, comfy bed. All big checkmarks in his book.

“I can order the food while you shower, and while I’m showering you can get to work on finding those faces.” Rude offered. Reno grinned.

“Not about to argue with that.”



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“How are things?” Rufus asked. Tseng put his PHS on the coffeetable.

“Both Reno and Rude were released from the hospital. Neither are really fit for active duty. At least they have something to do from home, Reno might be onto something really important.”

“It works out then. There’s no way, especially after being discovered by us that the terrorists are going to come out anytime soon.”

“For their sake, I hope not.” Tseng snarled. He had his temper under check now, but he was still bristling with anger.

“What happened to the leak?” Rufus asked. Tseng pushed his ebony hair from his face.

“Falcon has been captured by a handful of SOLDIERs. Gomez is leading the interrogation. I don’t think he’ll live through it.” Rufus just nodded. It was a grave mistake to not only go against Shinra, but to injure Turks as well. Falcon would be sorry.

“Tseng, go sleep. Nothing is going to happen here. You gave Reno and Rude the go ahead to get some decent shuteye. You can do the same as well. Look, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to worry about anything.” Tseng nodded, his face grim. For once Rufus would like to hear him say, “Sure. I’ll get some rest, no problem”. He couldn’t very well order him to, even though he felt like it.

“I’ll go for an hour or so.”

“Perfect. I could use an hour too.” Rufus said, heading towards his bedroom. He was pleased to hear Tseng following him.

When they reached their respective bedrooms, Tseng stopped, turning to face him.

“Because Reno and Rude were injured, they are going to be off of heavy field work for a week or more. That is, unless an emergency arises. In the meantime, if there is anything that needs to get done, I’m going to have to be the one to do it.”

“Is that going to be a big problem?” Tseng pondered this.

“It shouldn’t be, so long as you stay here. No one, with the exception of Gomez, Reno or Rude knows where you are. It just means you have to be really careful, not step outside or answer the door.”

“It’ll be fine Tseng. I won’t do anything that’ll get me caught.” Tseng sighed.

“I don’t know if I’ll have field work yet, I guess it all depends on what Reno finds.”

“Let’s hope he finds something worthwhile then. Well, lets get some sleep before he decides to call and tell us he’s solved the whole case.” Tseng spared him a ghost of a smile before closing his door. Rufus followed suit, feeling his heart roll over warmly. Tseng was driving him insane, and he had no idea what to do about it. If the Wutaian only knew the torture he was going through, battling his desires and his insecurities. Either he’d be intrigued or think he was a freak.

Pushing it to the back of his mind for the time being, Rufus concentrated on getting some rest. One hour was not a long time, certainly not enough for all the mental and emotional gymnastics he was going through.

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Reno was lounging comfortably on Rude’s tan sofa, relaxing into the fluffy cushions. This was the life. Much better than the stiff leather interior of the Mercedes. Rude was in the shower, having gone second to him. It was much better being clean. Any longer and he would’ve smelled like he was raised on a barn.

The pizza had arrived shortly ago, Reno digging into it eagerly while scanning the Shinra personnel database. How many people work, or worked for Shinra who were between the ages of twenty to forty five? Quite a few. This would take awhile.

He heard the shower turn off, and could imagine Rude stepping out, completely soaked, driplets trickling down his hard planes of muscle. He was in much better shape than Reno could ever hope to be – he was a trained hand to hand combat fighter, it was his specialty. He had to have the muscles to go along with it, muscles that Reno was currently salivating over. He had to hold himself back from getting up and walking into the washroom, no matter how tempting it was. Right now Rude had to eat, and Reno had to get some headway on this new branch of investigating. Maybe later he would think about his pleasure, especially if it was being so distracting.

He heard the bathroom door open, Rude emerging, all glistening and hunkilicious and perfect. All he was wearing was a towel, something Reno wanted to desperately remedy. Even the shades were gone – it was rare when he chose to go without them, Reno only seeing them off a couple times. He had forgotten that Rude’s eyes were a light shade of brown, with honey flecks decorating around the pupil. Eyes that anyone could get lost in. Eyes that he wanted to make roll back into his head with pure pleasure. Oookay. It might be hard to concentrate, especially since Rude had taken a seat beside him, in that scrap of a towel. He reached for a slice of pizza, leaning over to see Reno’s computer screen. He smelled so good.

“Any luck?”

“None at all.” Reno said, distracting himself with the screen. “I just started though, so there’s many faces to go through.” Rude nodded, polishing off his slice.

“This could take all evening.” He remarked. He was sitting so close, Reno could feel his body heat. And he was only wearing a towel, and he knew that he wanted him as well – what the hell was he waiting for? This was a joke really – whoever was watching him from above was clearly setting up this situation to cause as much temptation as possible. Reno talked with his angel and devil.

‘Rip off the towel and go at it like bunnies!’ Reno-devil cackled.

‘Tseng’s working hard- you should be too’ Reno-angel tried to convince him.

‘He’s not going to get anything done when he can see his package’ Reno-devil stabbed Reno-angel with his pitchfork. Suddenly Reno-angel grew horns and a tail, becoming an identical devil twin.

‘Go for it!’ They cried in unison. Well, how could he argue with that?

He set his laptop on the coffee table, sitting back into the couch, facing his partner. Rude had moved away slightly, though he was still in arms reach.

“Is everything okay?” He asked. Reno had to suppress a grin. This had to be set up just so.

“I’m just a little tired right now, ribs kinda hurt. There’s other things on my mind distracting me.” Rude opened his mouth to ask, Reno taking this as his window of opportunity. Closing the distance between them, he spared no expense. He thought he might do this hurriedly, fancied crushing their lips together, but instead he just enveloped him, kissing Rude deeply, thoroughly. The bald Turk was definitely surprised – Reno felt him tense up, his jaw go slack – and doubled his efforts, pressing his body up against hard muscles. Rude began responding to him, swiping his tongue against Reno’s lips, slipping inside to battle with his own.

Reno’s hands traveled up his thick neck, fingers brushing the stubble on his head before cupping the back of his skull. Rude’s hands had found Reno’s waist, pulling him even closer, to the point where Reno was practically straddling his partner’s waist.

They were soul kissing, groping at each other’s bodies until oxygen became a necessity. Reluctantly, Reno untangled his tongue, pulling away. He saw passion, lust, pure want in Rude’s eyes, coupled up with a whole lotta confusion.

“I don’t know what to say…” He finally admitted, trying to fit pieces of this puzzle together. Poor Rude. Sometimes he thinks too damn much.

“You can just say you want me, like I know you do.” As if to emphasize his point, Reno’s hand traveled down, grasping Rude’s semi-hardness through the towel. Rude bucked, groaning quietly.

“The investigation…”

“Will still be here when we’re done. Are you going to tell me that you’ll walk away from this and get back to work, and keep your concentration?” Rude was silent. Yeah, he thought so.

Leaning over, he kissed Rude again, just as thoroughly as the first time. Exploring his mouth, he found new ways to make him groan. Hell, if he had figured out that kissing his partner could be this pleasurable, he would’ve done it years ago.

Reno ran his hands over strong shoulders, clasping over huge biceps, tight pecs, and apparently –

“Ahh….”

Super sensitive nipples. Rude, you silly boy. He was going to be a shaking, sweaty mess when Reno was through. He pinched and rolled his nipples between his fingers briefly before letting his hands travel down defined abs, coming in contact with the thin trail of hair sneaking a path below the towel…

“Bedroom.” Rude growled, grabbing Reno’s hands and crushing their lips together. He wasn’t about to argue. He lifted off the couch, Rude grasping onto him firmly, leading them both down to Rude’s bedroom. And that huge, comfortable bed.

They stumbled in, Reno pushing Rude to lie down. He complied eagerly, watching as Reno pulled away, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. His body wasn’t as ripped as his partner’s, but he knew he was in good shape, and must look it too judging by Rude’s expression. Coming over to the bed, he straddled Rude, intent on exploring the path he had earlier carved out with his hands – this time with his mouth. He kissed and licked down his neck, nipping lightly at the jut of his collarbone. Rude groaned, reaching for his shoulders and massaging lightly. God, that felt good.

He moved lower, his tongue flicking a dark nipple, fully anticipating Rude jolting underneath him.

“Fuck…” He breathed, the sound encouraging Reno to continue. He tortured one nipple by licking, sucking, nibbling – drawing interesting and erotic sounds from the strong man underneath him. Satisfied with the taut nub, he moved onto the other side, repeating the same actions as before.

Rude was covered in a light sheen of sweat already, Reno grinning as he traced the outline of his abs with his tongue. And he hadn’t even reached the good part yet…

Moving even farther down, Reno ran his hands up and inside Rude’s thighs, teasing the skin hiding under the edge of the towel. He was kneeling on the floor now, inbetween Rude’s thighs while the upper half of Rude’s body was on the mattress.

“Reno…” He moaned, leaning up on his elbows to watch. Hey, even better if he wanted a show. Reno gave him his most seductive grin, letting his hands roam under the towel and slide up Rude’s impressive length. He moaned again, the sound sending Reno’s blood pumping faster.

Deciding the towel was now a hindrance, he pulled it roughly away, throwing it over his shoulder. Rude inhaled sharply, no doubt loving Reno’s aggressive side. He always knew the bald man liked the feisty ones. Up until recently he didn’t know that Rude liked his feistiness.

Licking his lips, he looked at what eagerly awaited him. Well Rude, who knew you were hiding this? The tip was already weeping, showing just how excited he was. Knowing Rude’s eyes were on him, Reno looked up just as he was taking the head into his mouth. He sucked, flicking his tongue over the tip, still maintaining eye contact. Rude’s mouth hung open, his eyes half-lidded, and he groaned loudly as Reno continued swallowing more of him.

Reno broke eye contact so he could concentrate more on the task at hand. Grasping the base firmly with his hand, he swallowed as much as he could, lips forming a tight suction around Rude’s shaft. He pulled up, his tongue licking and stroking the underside before pushing back down, knowing the heat and wetness of his mouth was driving his partner insane.

He bobbed his head in a steady rhythm, his hand alternating between stroking where his mouth had vacated or cupping and rolling his heavy sac. Rude was emitting a steady stream of heated growls and groans, his hips moving involuntarily to Reno’s tempo.

“God, Reno…!” He pulled away, knowing Rude was close. It wasn’t time yet – there were other things he wanted to do first.

Coming to his feet, he pushed his boxers down and off his body, feeling his stiffness spring free. He was also dripping – thanks to all the arousing sounds Rude had been making. He crawled onto the bed, kissing Rude, pushing his tongue past willing lips, dueling with the man under him. They were pressed together – Reno growling as their hips rocked together.

“Do…you….have lube?” He managed to get out, knowing that he was close to just impaling himself on Rude’s erection.

“Top drawer in nightstand.” Reno squirmed off, pulling open the drawer hastily, feeling around for the tube. When he had found it, he took it out, popping open the cap. Rude watched him as he squeezed a generous amount into his hand, slicking up Rude’s hardness first. He moaned, hips pushing forward into the tight, slick tunnel Reno’s fist created.

Reno withdrew his hand, grumbling when Rude took the tube away from him.

“Hey, I still need to- ”

“Shush.” Rude coated his fingers with the substance, reaching up and under Reno, searching for his entrance. Finding it, he pushed his index through his tightness. Reno moaned, pushing himself down until he reached Rude’s knuckle, letting himself adjust enough to accept another finger. In time Rude granted him that, slipping in another and scissoring the two.

Reno spread his legs further, welcoming the intrusion. It had been awhile since he had been with a man – since there had been a man he wanted to be with, and his body was slowly remembering what to do.

“Give me a third.” Reno growled, feeling Rude comply. He patiently allowed himself to stretched, knowing that Rude was taking his time out of concern, but come on already – he knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.

Reno lifted off of Rude’s fingers, settling on something much bigger, and much more fulfilling. Gazing lustfully at Rude, he watched his facial expression as he slowly lowered himself.

“Oh fucking hell…” Rude grunted, grasping Reno’s hips firmly. The urge to thrust up must be tempting, but he was being good, allowing Reno control. Once he was fully seated, Reno paused a moment to let himself get used to the intrusion. Rude was a big man, his size just on the edge of Reno’s comfort level.

When he was confident that he had accepted Rude’s length, he lifted up until only the tip remained in him, then slammed down, rocking his hips. Rude’s hands alternated between their bruising grip on his hips, and grasping at his thighs. Seemed he didn’t quite know what to do.

“So tight…”

It occurred to Reno that this might have been his partner’s first time with another man. Grinning, knowing how hot and slick he was around his hardness, he could imagine he felt better than any woman ever could.

Reno kept a steady rhythm, feeling Rude’s hips thrust up to meet his own. Leaning forward slightly, he knew if he got the angle just right, Rude would hit…

“Ahh!” That magic button inside of him that made him see stars. Rude knew he had struck paydirt, so he kept up the rhythm, thrusting harder, hitting Reno’s prostate repeatedly. Now Reno was the sweaty, moaning mess, trying desperately to brace himself above Rude while his body sang with pleasure.

“Oh, Shiva’s tits!” Reno cried, grasping the comforter in his fists, seeing Rude watch him intently as he kept hitting that, kept driving him crazy with need. Rude looked incredibly sexy, his body sweating lightly with excursion, his beautiful honey-brown eyes clouded with desire and pleasure, his lips parted slightly….

Reno kissed him passionately, trying to convey with his mouth exactly what the rest of his body was feeling. Rude kissed him back with equal fervor, driving deeper into him if that were possible, sending him soaring to new heights.

The end was near. Reno knew it, Rude knew it. Reno kept kissing him, whispering,

“God, faster, harder…” Rude obeying his pleading, thrusting with such force that Reno was sure he would die of ecstasy. When he hit his prostate again, Reno knew this was the beginning of the end. Tensing, he felt the rush flow through his whole body, gathering in his belly and loins, finding its way to his groin and exploding from him in such sheer force that he thought he might pass out from the pleasure. Sometime in his tidal wave of nirvana Rude had grasped his length and pumped him for all his worth, his essence now coating both their stomachs.

Rude had lost it the moment Reno’s passage had tightened and spasmed around him, the bald man grunting his release. Reno felt it – it seemed like his orgasm was endless, Rude spilling deeply and powerfully within him. His eyes did roll back momentarily, Reno noticing with a smirk.

When they were both completely spent, Reno lifted off, lying down beside his partner.

“That was…” Rude began to say.

“Fucking good.”

“…yeah.” They were silent, enjoying the thrum of both their bodies. Finally, Rude attempted to speak again.

“I don’t really know what this all was…”

“I want you, you want me. That’s all I can really understand right now. We’ll figure it out when we can.” Rude was satisfied enough with that. He was probably figuring out how Reno knew about his attraction to him, but after experiencing this, it didn’t matter so much.

“We should rinse off.” Rude said, trying to lift off from his bed. Reno could see his body protesting him – after a romp like that, injured no less and on minimal sleep, he probably wanted to nap right now. Reno sure was – the sex had made him forget about his own injuries, but now they were starting to throb, and he was feeling exhaustion settle in.

“Wash, then sleep for awhile. We can get back to work later.” Reno said, following Rude to the bathroom. Yes, work could come after a good rest. They both needed it, especially after a workout like that.




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