The Redhead Connection

Disclaimer: None of the characters or places belong to me and I’m not getting shit from writing this story.

A/N: This is for Miss Havok's birthday. Havi, thanks for everything over the past year. You dealt with me venting over that excuse of a relationship I stuck with for too long, all my angst and stupid moments, helped thoroughly corrupt my mind, and led me to realize what I truly need from life and other people. Not sure I’d be this comfortable in my own skin if it weren’t for you and this is the least I can do to say thanks for it all. Glad to have a friend like you.

WARNINGS: Crossover, alcohol use, and a lot of stupidity. Oh yeah, and kinky sex. If bondage, sex toys, and slight humiliation bother you, turn back now.
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I swear, Squall comes up with the craziest ideas sometimes. Ever since I missed the shot in that Estharian hostage situation, he’s decided that all of the top SeeDs need extra training in “urban combat.” And that’s why I’m getting off the Ragnarok in some place named Midgar that I’ve never heard of before.

Apparently, the Ice Prince has decided that he and Seifer don’t need extra training and Zell’s on medical leave because he dislocated his shoulder and Doc wants it to heal right before he does too much. That means it’s just the ladies – Selphie and Quistis, Rinoa’s not a SeeD yet – walking with me to the place where we’re supposed to meet up with a group of people known as the Turks. Weird name. Ehh, I suppose “SeeD” sounds weird to the people that ain’t hurt it before.

This place is fucking huge, especially the building we’re walkin’ over to – most of these are a hell of a lot bigger than anything in Esthar or Deling City. And there are a lot of hot bodies walking around, so I can’t help but tip my hat and smile at them, even though Quistis is giving me that death look I know a little too well.

“If you don’t stop flirting with everything that walks, we’ll never make it there on time. And it would be bad form to arrive late for a first meeting,” she says calmly. Quis always sounds calm, though, even when she’s freaking out. And what’s wrong with being a little late?

The closer we get, the bigger that building looks. Hyne, it’s gotta be at least sixty floors. Feel sorry for anyone that works way up there if they happen to be scared of heights. There are three people standing there in front of the entrance. Two guys and a pretty cute girl with a decent rack. Can I be her partner? Oh hell, the guys are hot too. One’s a redhead that looks like he got dressed in a hurry and the other looks like he’s got an even bigger stick up his ass than Squall. I know a way to help him with that….

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Hot bows slightly when he notices us, then takes a few steps in our direction and motions for the others to follow him. I stop next to Quistis and wait for her to make the introductions. She’s the leader, after all. But it’s the other man who speaks first, his voice surprisingly smooth.

“I assume you three are the ones we’re supposed to give additional training to?” he asks and we all nod. Got the feeling that this is one guy we don’t wanna piss off during our time here.

“Ms. Tilmitt will be joining Elena, Mr. Kinneas is to accompany Reno, and Ms. Trepe can follow me.” Selphie goes over to the blonde chick and they walk down the sidewalk, instantly beginning to talk about something. Hyne, save me from the hyper, happy women. The one who talked heads off with Quistis, leaving me with the redhead, Reno.

He nods at me before holding out a hand that’s got on a glove pretty much like my own. “Reno Bakersfield. Heard you’re a sniper or somethin’ like that.”

“Irvine Kinneas. I’m the best marksman in Garden,” I reply with a bit of a smirk. Ain’t got my shotgun with me right now, but I got two pistols inside my coat just in case something decides to go wrong.

Reno snickers and walks towards a nice, black car, so I follow him. In the back, his hair’s a little longer than mine, which is pretty impressive. “We got three days to do the serious shit, so how’s about you and I go for a drink or two?” Every group’s gotta have a slacker and I think I know who this one’s is. But I won’t complain.

“Wish I could, but this is work and I can’t drink on the job.”

“Says who? Your boss ain’t around to check on what you do, right? So do whatever you wanna do,” he says with a smirk as I notice the scars on his cheekbones. They kinda add to how hot he is, but I ain’t gonna mention that I even think that about him.

He’s right; Squall’s never gonna know if I take a little time to have fun in a new place before getting to the serious part of business. I get in the passenger seat and turn on the radio as he speeds off. “What exactly do the Turks do?” I ask as I take off my hat and rest it in the backseat of the car.

Reno changes the station to something loud and screamy before answering. “Bodyguard work for the head honchos, assassinations, occasional kidnapping, interrogation, all the fun shit some people dream of getting paid to do. What about you guys?”

“Undercover missions, bodyguard duty, general bodies for hire if you need a little more force in a situation – but we can’t appear to favor one side or the other in a conflict ‘less everyone knows one of the sides is corrupt.” Kinda like all the work Garden did to make sure Galbadia didn’t grow too damn powerful.

He nods before parking crazily in front of a run-down bar and getting out, sunglasses perching on his head so I can see that his eyes are bright green. Once I get out, I follow him in and wave at a couple of young ladies sitting and drinking. Love the skimpy clothes they’re wearing and I stare for a bit before getting smacked in the back of the head.

“Ouch! What was that about?”

“Don’t think you wanna pay for your fun, do ya?” Reno remarks, same smirk on his face. Funny, I’m scared when Seifer smirks, but this guy’s smirk just looks fun and laid-back. I think I could like hangin’ out with him.

I just shake my head as he orders our drinks and keep looking at him out of the corner of my eyes. Ain’t been with another man in a while and the more I look, the more tempting he gets. Fuck, Kinneas, stop thinking with your dick.

Reno raises his bottle, so I do the same and laugh to myself when I hear him say, “Here’s to new people, good beer, and a night of finding people to fuck.” Sounds like a damn good plan to me.

Several drinks later, I’ve got him on one side of me and a curvy blonde in my lap, with every intention of finding a hotel room to have some fun in. But things are never that simple. Some big, fat guy with hair everywhere but his head stomps over and pulls her off me.

“Any reason you had my girl in your lap?” he grumbles, face so close to mine that I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

I just shake my head. Pulling a gun in a bar wouldn’t be the brightest of moves, but if he hits me, I won’t have a choice. A flash of red next to me tells me that Reno’s doing something to take care of it, though.

He pulls something from his pocket and extends it at the fat guy. “Hey, ugly, might wanna leave my pal here alone before you get kinda crispy.” With a flick of a switch, I both see electricity and hear the hum my mind associates with Zell summoning Quezacotl. Weird weapon, but he looks like he knows what he’s doing with it.

Ugly swings at him, but Reno kicks him in the gut and swings the rod at the side of his head, making him collapse on the floor in an overweight heap of flab. Damn, now I know why we’re supposed to be training with these guys. I can hear the bartender screaming something about no violence in the place and shrug to myself before joining my companion in grabbing the beers we just ordered and running out. I don’t think anyone followed us.

We drink the alcohol and walk down the road, the silence between us kinda awkward until he looks at me, green eyes nearly glowing. “So, do you only go for chicks or are you a total slut?”

I cough and laugh, then smirk as I rest against a wall. Gettin' a little tipsy, even though I’m only on my fourth drink. “Why do you wanna know? Think I’m hot or somethin’?”

He nods.

Reno walks towards me, same cocky look on his face, and there’s no way I wanna move. Things just got a hell of a lot more interesting. “Ain’t been with another man in a couple months, but yeah. I play whatever side of the fence is more appealing at a given moment,” I tell him, making him laugh a little.

“I’ll fuck damn near anything that looks good. And you, Kinneas, look very good,” he mumbles before kissing me hard.

I kiss back and groan through it when he wastes no time in squeezing my crotch while sucking at my tongue firmly. Hyne, now I remember what I like better about men – usually a lot less teasing and a lot more actual fucking. My eyes close while I tug the hair at the back of his head and rock into his touch without caring that we’re still in public. Fuck what anyone that looks at us thinks, this is too fun to stop now.

He tastes like beer and cigarettes and I gasp when he rocks against my thigh, letting me know just how hard he’s getting. Been even longer since I was on bottom, but if that’s what Reno wants, I ain’t gonna complain one bit.

When he pulls back, we both pant before I squeeze his ass firmly and laugh at the loud groan I hear him make. “We gonna take this somewhere or do you wanna fuck in the alley?” I ask him.

“There’s a cheap hotel nearby. I’d take you to my place, but that’s all the way across town.” Seems that he’s just as eager as I am, if the bulge in his pants is any indication.

All I do is nod and follow him after giving a playful tug to his ponytail. He glares, but I could care less. I’m about to get laid, so nothing’s gonna change my good mood. Still wonder who’s gonna end up in what position. I bet he’ll look good sprawled out on the sheets, hair undone and all around his face and chest, panting up at me. Okay, not gonna fantasize more unless I wanna break my pants.

Right before following him into the hotel, I pull him by his undone tie and nip at his neck a few times before I whisper, “Am I gonna fuck you or will you pound me into the mattress?”

“I have to choose?” he whispers back as he gropes me again, then heads in.

It seems like the girl at the counter knows him. She takes out a key, tosses it to him, and states, “Same room as usual, I’ll put it on your tab.” Kudos to the guy who visits places like this enough to have them keep a running tab. He must get a lot of ass.

Reno catches it, nods, and drags me down to the end of the hallway, then practically shoves me into the room and locks the door behind us. “Yeah, I come here a lot. It’s close to work and it’s cheap as hell, not to mention they keep toys on hand.” I’ll assume they clean the toys once people leave.

Sex is good, kinky sex is even better.

I tug open a couple random drawers to see what’s inside them before taking off my shirt and kicking off my boots, leaving the jeans on for now as I watch Reno strip out of the corner of my eye. He’s got a nice body, lean muscle without much fat and good definition. Little better than me, but I know I’m still good-looking.

There’s nothing on under his loose jeans and it’s obvious that the extremely bright red hair is natural. Well, that answers a question floating around the back of my head.

“Lie down on the bed,” I tell him as I grab a couple of things from a drawer and hide them behind my back for the time being. He does as told without arguing, so I smirk and straddle his hips, then reach around the back of his head to take out his hair tie an instant before pressing my lips against his once more.

Our tongues brush against each other firmly as one hand rests on his cheek. He tenses a bit, so I pull it back and rock down against him just to hear him gasp. Hyne, I’m really going to enjoy this.

I raise his arms over his head and cuff them to the headboard, smirking at the sound of metal locking securely. I’ll let him go eventually, but for now, it’s time to figure out how much noise he can make.

After I let my own hair fall down and around my shoulders, I start nipping and sucking my way down his neck and collarbone. He moans louder when I bite hard, but I don’t wanna leave marks where people can see and comment. When I reach his chest, I roll his nipples between my fingers, which makes his back arch and his gasps a little sharper. That spot seems rather sensitive.

I slide down a bit and flick my tongue across one of the hardening beads of flesh while pinching and tugging the other harder than before. He just makes more noise and babbles pleas for me to fuck him. Impatient little prick. I’ll do that when I’m damn good and ready to.

I pull back and smirk at him before turning on the small vibrator I grabbed earlier and running it around one nipple, then the other, groaning as he squirms around and grinds his hips up against me. Kinda hard to stay patient when I wanna fuck him silly, but I wanna see what else I can make him do.

Reno’s eyes are closed and he pants for air while I trail the vibrator down his stomach, then move down to run it down the length of his leaking cock. My free hand strokes him once before I get up, set the toy down, and tug my pants off so he can look me over completely.

“Holy, you’re pretty,” he mumbles before I get back on the bed, nudge his legs open and up, then use the vibrator to circle his hole after coating the tip with just a little lube. I have to laugh when that makes him squeak. I touch his balls with it and he nearly screams, his back arched high off the bed. Seeing that makes me briefly forget that I’m supposed to be taking my time to enjoy myself. Wanna just fuck his ass as hard as I can to make him scream again. And I will.

I smirk at him again before turning the speed up a notch and sliding it into him without any warning. His reaction is priceless – Reno stiffens up and squeaks something that might be my name, his cock very erect. If I tease him too much longer, he’ll blow before I fuck him. Don’t exactly want that, so I turn the vibrator off, tug it out, then slowly stroke myself with a lube-coated hand, move on top of him, and enter him in one long thrust.

Fuck, I almost forgot how good it feels to be balls-deep in a hot guy’s ass, feeling the muscles contract around my cock to get used to the feeling of having something inside and seeing the look on the face of the guy I’m fucking. Reno’s really fucking hot right now and I kiss him again, then rock my hips since he doesn’t seem to mind pain at all. In fact, I think he likes it.

“Don’t…even think…about taking your time…” he pants as I nibble his neck more, tasting the sweat beading up on his skin. I hadn’t planned on it and prove that by pulling out nearly all the way, then thrusting into him hard and fast once before getting in a rhythm of hard and fast motions, his ass tight around me and his breath hot in my ear, just as rapid and panting as my own. Men are great to be with. Makes me wonder why I’ve waited this long between same-sex fucks.

He cries out again when I shift my hips a little and I do it again just to hear him make more noise. I know what I’ve hit and I know that neither of us will last much longer. A little surprised that he’s managed this long after how close he looked earlier. I pause to brace myself above him with only one arm and reach between our slick bodies to pump at his cock just as fast as my hips are rocking. Reno yelps and gets even tighter around me, which pushes me over the edge and my orgasm hits hard, going tense all over while I shudder and feel myself spilling up into him.

For a moment, I can barely breath, much less move my hand, but air finally comes back into my lungs and I have enough sense to start fisting him again, his hips bucking up into my touch and I can see his hands clenching in their spot at the headboard. The moment my thumb presses against his slit, he cries out again, arches his back, and mumbles something incoherent as hot stickiness coats my hand and lower stomach.

Damn, I could get hard again just staring at him.

I pull out, reach up to unlock the handcuffs, and lie next to him on the bed, gasping in slight surprise when he rolls on top of me, some of my semen trickling out of him and down onto my thigh.

“You ain’t bad in bed…but I’m wondering what it would be like to be inside your ass. Would you scream or just breathe hard, Irvine?” he whispers in my ear. Fuck, now that’s enough to start getting me hard again even though I came just a couple minutes ago.

I groan and rock up against him as he bites my earlobe and reaches a hand down to play with my cock and help get it hard again. Reno, I notice, is still about half-hard despite the recent orgasm. If we both can get it right up again, this could be one very long, hot night.

He whispers again in a throaty voice that goes right to my cock and makes it twitch a little, “Roll over, pretty boy, and I’ll make you not wanna get down to business in the morning.” That’s my kinda offer.

Once he gets off of me, I roll onto my stomach and instinctively spread my legs, ass a little up in the air so that he can have all the access he wants. But instead of feeling his fingers or even his dick, I feel cool plastic against me. Oh fuck, he’s gonna tease me with the vibrator.

“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it cowboy?” he says before turning it on and slowly fucking me with it, which makes me rock my hips back. His reaction is to bring his hand down onto one asscheek sharply and I yelp in pain. Hyne, that hurt. What kinda kinky freak is he?

Reno sighs and tugs my hair sharply. “You do what I tell you to do, slut. I didn’t say you could move, now did I?” His words are oddly arousing and I just groan into the pillow, shaking my head as he turns the speed up and fucks me faster with it. I’m hard, but I can’t move to rock into the sweet torture and I don’t wanna try speaking and asking him to fuck me.

Suddenly, it’s out and I’m whimpering at its absence. “Please fuck me, Reno…” I beg softly. He chuckles and thrusts into me hard once before pulling out. I pout more.

“If you want more, you’re gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, slut. What kind of person sleeps with someone he met just a couple hours ago and knows next to nothing about? A slut. I know I’m one and I know you are too. Right?”

I nod at the question and yelp when he teases me with another quick thrust and withdrawal. “Fuck me hard, please. I know I’m a slut and I want you…please….”

He pulls my arms behind me, cuffs them, and pushes himself into me again, but doesn’t pull out. Instead, he pounds into my ass mercilessly, making me moan, yelp, and cry out even more. Occasionally, I force myself to ask for more, but he just laughs and keeps rocking his hips hard and fast, not bothering to reach down to stroke me.

I squirm against the sheets and pant, every brush of his cock against my prostate pushing me closer and closer but I can’t find release with so little friction. Reno bends down and bites the back of my neck hard before whispering once more. “If you wanna get off, keep rocking against the bed. I ain’t gonna touch you, whore.” Dunno why I like being talked to like that, but I manage to nod slightly and rock faster while he thrusts into me faster than before, making me see stars a couple of times when he hits that spot really hard.

He yelps when he comes and I pant, still rocking against the sheets as warmth coats my insides. My hips might be bruised in the morning from the way he was gripping them, but I could care less. All that’s on my mind right now is getting off again, but I can’t do that from just moving like this. Reno tugs his cock out and slides the vibrator back in before turning it all the way up and positioning its tip against my sweet spot.

That’s the little extra I need to climax and I see stars while loudly moaning something resembling his name and feeling the cuffs get taken off my wrists. Panting, I roll onto my side after the toy gets tugged out and smile weakly at him.

“Whoever made the pairings sure made a mistake to have me go off with you,” I begin as I pull back the covers and get underneath the blanket. “Get two bisexual sluts together and they’re bound to fuck each other’s brains out.”

Reno laughs and nods, his head on my shoulder. “And we’ve still got two days together. Think of all the trouble we could get into.”