Misery with Company

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Misery with Company

Reno threw the shot glass across the room so
it shattered. “I asked for tequila you stupid
fuck—and none a that salt and lime crap either!”

He had been irate with everyone he came in contact
with all night. In fact, he’d been nothing but hateful
for the past two weeks. Ever since Tseng’s death at
the hands of Sephiroth he had been bitter and angry
at the world. Sure, AVALANCHE had been blamed, but
Reno knew better. Only a murasame of incredible
length could have made that fatal blow, and only one
man owned such a thing.

Five shots later—saltless and limeless—the bartenders
switched shifts and again he received the wrong drink.
Reno scowled. He wasted what little vacation time he
had left to come to this crappy Mideel bar? “You people
are fuckin’ deaf! Give that to the sorriest bitch here as
miserable as I am! And get it right this time!”

After the correction had been made he lost himself in the
hole in his heart again. Tseng was the only one that had
really loved him—unashamed of it and completely selfless.
He taught Reno the meaning of patience and humility and
had been the only one on the face of the planet that could
worm a cuddle in the warm bliss of afterglow from the wild
redhead. Tseng had tamed him, and now he was gone.

Elena had blamed him. At least for the fact that she and
Tseng hadn’t worked out. She was a wreck off-duty, just
like him. God knows what she was so fucking upset about
though—Tseng hadn’t loved her, he had loved RENO.

“You bought me a drink?”

He turned to find someone he knew sitting next to him. She
looked exhausted and heartbroken. There were bags under
her eyes and she was pale from the lack of sun. She mirrored
himself.

“Tifa,” he snorted. “Thank god I’m off duty ‘cause I really
don’t feel like dragging you back to Midgar.”

“I thought that was why you bought me the drink,” she replied
flatly, motioning for another of whatever she had been drinking
before.

Reno sort of laughed. “Well it looks like you’re the sorriest bitch
as miserable as I am in this crappy bar,” he sighed, slouching.
“’Cause that’s who I bought the drink for.”

A dry smirk crossed her face, like she was laughing halfheartedly
at the notion inwardly. “You look horrible.”

“You shouldn’t be talking,” Reno told her. “So what makes
you more miserable than me? This better be good ‘cause that
shot wasn’t cheap.”

Tifa held the bridge of her nose and made a face to contain
her hurt. She was considering whether or not to open up to her
enemy. The alcohol was probably winning over her better
judgment and she needed somebody—anybody—to just listen
for once.

She took a shaky breath and began to speak. “I can’t reach
him,” she whispered. “No matter what I do or say he won’t
recognize me. The two people who mattered most to me in this
world are gone. Aerith is dead…and Cloud is here but… he’s not
here.”

“Well I guess that solves some of my problems…” Reno snorted,
starting to feel his buzz turn a little more drunken than he really
wanted. He half-laughed. “Scarlet’s face was so fuckin’ red…
that was hot.”

“What? Oh, the catfight…” Tifa replied. “How do you work with
that bitch?”

“It’s not easy,” Reno said. He should be stabbing her in the
back. Now that he knew where Cloud was he should be sending
squads in to raid the place. But he didn’t care. As in Wutai,
what happened off-duty didn’t concern him—the next drink coming
fast enough was the only thing that mattered. That and Tifa’s
exceptionally hard nipples protruding from the biggest bust
he’d ever laid eyes on.

“So what makes you more miserable than me?” Tifa asked,
returning the question. “You have money, you’re company is
getting their way and we’re scattered and hopeless. You should
be celebrating.”

“If I gave a rat’s ass about ShinRa’s interests, you’d be kissing
the bottom of my boot right now,” Reno snapped. “You really
wanna know why my life sucks? Okay—here’s something. The
two people I really care about? One’s dead at the hands of the
other! The one that’s alive has utterly disappeared off the face
of the planet. He’s all shelled up in his hole and he ain’t EVER
coming back! The world is gonna end no matter what we do—even
if this rocket thing pulls off so here I am, drinking until my liver
gives out. Speaking of my liver gimme another one before I chuck
THIS glass!” he threw the glass back at the annoyed bartender
and sulked.

“…Rocket thing?” Tifa asked.

Reno cleared his throat. He’d said too much. Off-duty, yes, but
certainly no stool pigeon. “Forget it.”

She didn’t prod, just ordered another drink. Reno could see why
Rude had his little pet crush on her—she was gorgeous even
through her red rimmed eyes and obvious lack of sleep. She had
beautiful legs, a hard toned body and a D to the gazillionth power
cup chest. Despite her appearance she seemed decently intelligent,
which was not his first impression. The first thing that came to his
mind had been busty bimbo.

Reno’s eyes undressed her as they sat in silence. He found himself wondering what color her nipples and pubic hairs were. He had
heard once that the color of one’s eyebrows were the same as one’s
pubic hair. She started talking flatly about something, but he
wasn’t listening. He stared intently at her auburn eyebrows, wondering
if she shaved down there.

“You know you’re the first guy I’ve talked to who doesn’t stare
at my chest,” he heard her say.

Nope, too busy wondering what your couche looks like… he
thought. “Is that supposed to mean something?”

“Just a little more respect on my part I guess,” she said lamely.
“I wish I could hurt something. Everything is going so wrong
I just… want to choke someone!”

Reno took a deep breath and wished she hadn’t said that. He
wished he wasn’t about to offer but the alcohol was overwhelming
what little good judgment he had. “Hurt me,” he offered shamelessly, leaning back.

“What???”

“Come on. The world’s gonna end, you need someone to hit
and I need someone to hit me. What better way to hate each
other, right?”

Tifa blinked. “You’ll just let me… beat the crap out of you?
You want that?”

“Sure as shit. Do anything you want but tickle my feet or pull
my hair,” he said seriously. “Anywhere you like. Your call.”

Tifa licked her lips, not certain that he was being sincere. Was
he just coming onto her in a very strange way or was he actually
offering comfort through the one outlet she had—her fists? After
a moment of careful consideration she nodded towards the door
and got up to leave.

Reno followed, hoping that his binges recently had rendered him
immune to ill effects such as lack of motor control after only eight
shots. Not entirely it turned out but he could follow without
stumbling.

He followed her past stray cats and elaborate wooden huts that
passed off as houses in this southern heat. It occurred to him
that she was heading up the back steps of the infirmary. “What
gives?” he asked. “This is a hospital.”

Tifa opened the door to a small but well lit loft. “They let me
stay here to watch over him. It’s nicer than the Highwind anyway.”

Reno took a look at the view of the beach from the wide windows.
He was slouched with his hands in his pockets thinking… how
depressing. There was something nostalgic about the place.

An awkward silence passed for a minute then something hit him
in the back of the head. He held his throbbing head and turned
around and saw Tifa biting her lip, holding a folded steel chair.
“JESUS!”

“I thought…!” she stammered.

“Is that as hard as you can hit?!” Reno demanded.

Hurt consumed her face and she swung again, clocking him in
the jaw. He was knocked to the floor on his chest—she must have
held back on her first swing because she put some real muscle
into that one. When he tasted blood in his mouth his arousal kicked
up, so he stayed on the floor to try and hide it until the timing was
right.

“You always liked her better you spiky-headed dick!” she screamed,
bringing the chair down on Reno’s spine. He cringed and
moaned—that would leave a bruise…

Spiky? She must be venting about Cloud…

“You never noticed me you selfish fuck!” THWACK!

Tseng… I worshiped you…

“You always shuck me on the ship and never brought me with
you!” THWACK!

Why did you have to die?!

“You never even let me ride your stupid chocobos!!” THWACK!

Am I being punished?

“I HATE CHOCOBOS!” THWACK!

Hurt me…!

“I HATE THE HIGHWIND!” THWACK!

Break me!

“I HATE SHINRA!” THWACK!

Use me!!

“I HATE AVALANCHE!” THWACK!

Just don’t ignore me!

“I HATE THAT YOU LIED TO ME AND EVERYONE!” THWACK!

Why couldn’t it have been me and not you!?

“AND I HATE YOU!!!” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!!!!!

Sometimes it’s impossible to carry on with the one you love isn’t
by your side…

Tifa discarded the bent chair and burst into sobs. Reno tried
to breathe without difficulty—there must be a cracked rib in
there somewhere. He wiped the tears from his face from the
hurt. His rib was nothing next to this hurt…

A hand peeled his ripped shirt away. “I’m sorry Reno. You’re
bleeding. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”

He shuddered. God he was hard. Reno propped himself up on
his elbows and let his head spin. Tseng… he had to get Tseng
out of his head. He had to see her nipples. He could just
imagine them jiggling with each strike to his marred back.

“Reno, are you okay?”

He sat up, unable to hide his hard-on anymore. He reached
up and grabbed her shirt, ripping it off of her. Out popped her
tits, soft and jiggling just like he imagined. Her nipples were
hard like pebbles and a tasty looking pink. Reno no longer cared
if she beat him up for real and kicked him out. He pulled her
over him and sucked on that tiny point that was the pinnacle of
her breast. She didn’t pull away, she just gasped softly and let
her hair fall over the both of them in long auburn waves.

She was sitting right over his erection and it was maddening to
only have a few layers of clothing stopping him from fucking her
right then. He pushed her on her back, her legs still in the air
with him in between. Reno tore off her cut-offs and laughed.
She too wore no underwear and suddenly it was amusing to find
someone so like him in the ranks of the enemy.

“What?” she asked, sounding a little embarrassed.

“It’s true.”

“What’s true?”

“The color of your eyebrows,” Reno told her, massaging her
clitoris. She squirmed and moaned. “It matches your cunt.”
He kissed the finely trimmed and shaped line of hair leading
down into her slick pink slit of hers. He nibbled her stiff little
clit and squeezed her ass just to watch her squirm.

Tifa grabbed his hair and buried his face into her throbbing sex,
but Reno pulled away and gripped her wrists. “Not the hair,” he
scolded, spanking her clitoris. He head tossed back and she let
out a wanting groan. She came just short of screaming when he
at last let his tongue explore the entire length of her genitals.

Reno wished she would hit him again, but she was busy bucking
in a fury of pleasure. He doubted that he could bear her weight
with his ribs so sore, so he decided to finish the deed the old
fashioned way.

Tifa accommodated Reno’s size very easily with all the attention
he had given her. She moaned and threw her muscular legs over
his shoulders. This works… he thought, remaining on his knees
and thrusting deep into her.

What really knocked his socks off was when she crossed her legs
over his chest, feet dangling over her shoulders, and gave an
enormously powerful squeeze onto his cock. He almost came
right then it was so compellingly awesome that she had that kind
of control.

He looked down in shock to see that she was contorted almost
vertically on her neck—and very comfortably so. “You’re kidding,”
he laughed. “You must do keegals or something.”

“It’s kama sutra—called jrimbhitaka,” she informed him. She
gave a little whimper. “Don’t stop, I can’t fuck you like this…”

Reno snapped out of his wonder and thrust gently. “Where did
you—FUCK!” He was interrupted by another strong spasm, closing
her walls around him to inflict a wonderful sensation on his member
buried deep inside her. He was close.

Reno forgot what he was going to say and lost all abandon—fucking
her harder, bringing her ass down with a slap onto his hips, breathing heavily. She kept pace with him, squeezing halfway on his out thrust, practically milking the orgasm from him with her keegal coaxing.

He came with a long moan as the walls of her tight vagina bore down
on him one last time. He wasn’t even aware that she had been
breathing his name or that her hair was plastered across her sweaty
forehead until that moment.

They stayed there for a moment, recuperating.

“Tifa?” Reno said after a minute.

“Hm?”

“Could you… let go?”

She laughed and relaxed her sex, unwinding her legs from
him and rolling backwards to sit on her knees. “I’m sorry. Did
I hurt you?” She fished out a green Materia orb from her clothes.

“No way, keep that creepy shit away from me,” he told her, pulling
his pants up. “I only use it if I have to.”

“I feel bad…”

Reno shrugged. “I guess it was what we both needed.”

Tifa looked at her scraped knees in shame. “I guess we did…
I don’t hate him, I really don’t. I was just… so angry with
everything…”

Reno wasn’t listening. He was debating whether or not to wear
his shirt. It was hot out, and he should let the chair inflictions
heal naturally, leaving a mark like he preferred. Tifa grabbed
his hand as he was about to leave. “Reno, please don’t go! I
need someone!”

Reno frowned. Clingy. Way too clingy. “You don’t need me.
You got someone.” Tifa looked like she was about to cry again.
“Sorry if it came off as more than it was…” he mumbled on his way
out. He sort of meant it. He was miserable and she was company,
at least for a little while and it wasn’t meant to be much else. In
a strange sort of way it was just what he needed to at last say
farewell to Tseng, even if it was with a steel chair and an enemy.

Life sucks, but I guess I’ll carry on anyway.


End
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*Hmm… maybe I’m watching too much RAW and Smackdown…*