Untiled

DISCLAIMER: Advent Children & Characters (c) SquareEnix. I'm jus' playinng with the boys for sheer amusement.


Maybe it was the way the watered down blood flowed down the drain at his feet in shaded swirls of red that did it. There had always been a strange exhilarant sensation he felt on certain nights on the job. If the night went well – usually when he either got the chance to shed some of the target’s blood or get incredibly plastered upon failure, which usually meant most nights did end up going rather well in his book – the exhilarant high went on for just a little longer. It even flowed down various blood circuits through his, activating several sensitive areas of his dripping and mildly shivering body.
But then again, he reconsidered, reaching for a neatly folded towel from the rail with which to dry off with, it could also have something to do with the unspeakable pleasure of “borrowing” the boss’ shower, he thought smugly, catching sight of himself in the foggy mirror.
Either way, the internal monologue continued as he made a feeble attempt to wring most of the water from his hair, there was no way that at – his thought paused momentarily as he mentally calculated the time, only to fail horribly and decide that whatever the time, it was still far too goddamn early to go anywhere near sleep. Or to his own apartment. Definitely not there – he underlined the thought mentally.
He wrapped the beige colored towel loosely around his slender waist, eyes twinkling with a devious evil that was all his as he spotted the few loose strands of red just hanging out around the drain. Yes, deviously evil was a good word to describe it as he intentionally walked out. Watching the reactions later made it all worth it. Even if he got a scolding for it.
The dim hallway was much colder than the warm, foggy bathroom he had just left behind. Immediately, every little hair on his arms stood on end as he shuddered and cursed, hastily walking under a vent.
“Always so fuckin’ cold in he-“ he paused his grumbling, feet against the cool floor – that now carried a track of damp footprints behind him – as he passed the living room. A blink. And then another as disbelief swept over his features for a short instant before pure deviousness quickly took over.
There was probably no need to sneak into the living room, stealthily padding across the room. He moved around the beige leather couch in the center of the ample room, peering down at the dozing figure upon it. It was a rarity to be able to sneak up on him like this… sprawled lengthwise across the couch, one arm folded beneath his head, the other resting over white fabric of his once neatly pressed shirt. The jacket had been unzipped and hung loosely from him, hanging slightly off the edge. Even that always remarkable neat tie had been pulled slightly loose from around his neck, exposing thus a teasing peek of that expanse of skin he’d many a times had a chance to ravish. Those mako-tainted sapphires swept downward, taking in every last detail, down to the leg that draped gracefully off the edge of the expensive leather. He froze with the softest wisp he then realized as the drooping of ebony strands off the armrest to hang in contrast to the light beige. From Tseng, however, not a stir.
Feeling good about his self induced mission, he continued padding around the couch, at this point not quite preoccupied in whatever kind of hold he had left on the towel. It still miraculously hung from his hips, though it did not look reassuring. Sweeping forward, he leaned down, careful not to touch the couch, not to disturb him in anyway, not before making his irresistible move, however.
But just because a night had gone well, it did not mean it would continue to go as planned. Usually, they never did go according to his plans – something he had never been able to figure out, to this day. Thus as digits inched forward to shift feathery ebony strands away from his goal of soft, inviting lips; matching coal-like eyes blinked up at him. “What are you doing?”
“Standing here, cold, wet and horny in a towel, now that you ask.” It was an easy recovery. It always was.
He expected nothing other than silence. And silence he received. With a soft exhale on the side. And, as always, he couldn’t tell what it meant. It wasn’t a death threat at least; those were usually easy to pick up. They were usually served with a side dish of glares, threats of alcohol confiscation or a loaded gun. Sometimes, if the offence was grave enough, a combination of all three. Then he knew things were serious. But not this time. It kept his hopes up.
Human nature caused foolishness of various degrees when there was hope. Reno was no different. His hand was re-directed toward the black tie around the older man’s neck, tugging lightly, while heavily emphasizing his suggestion. It earned him a collected look, which was nothing other than frustrating. But since there were no guns in sight, or at least he hoped, he pushed his luck as he began to slide down upon that inviting lap. Before he had the chance to do so, however, Tseng sat up, sliding easily from the leathery surface upon which Reno collided. Light footsteps led him out of the living room and down the hallway.
Frustrated in a series of different uncomfortable ways, the redhead cursed ardently all the while picking himself up for the chase. He knew the layout of the spacious apartment well enough to determine where those footsteps had led to.
“I thought you said you were going home.” Tseng questioned even before he entered the bedroom.
“Did I…?” Reno made a show of thinking, albeit not too hard, when he had possibly uttered such blasphemy. Never did he think that the last step that brought him within the dim light extending weakly from the nightstand lamp would have led to the series events that landed him with a dull thud against the varnished, wooden closet doors. He barely had the time to notice that the navy blue jacket had slid from those shoulders, now partly bare as the shirt - also unbuttoned - sat loosely and askew from sudden movement, before his chin was grasped by cool digits, eyes forced to look into ebony depths. He swallowed dryly, eyes slightly wide with surprise.
It wasn’t often that Tseng took the initiative like this; in fact, he could hardly remember the last instance where he hadn’t worked for whatever gratification he had sought after. When that initiative was taken, however, it left him hanging on the edge of a very painful arousal with a touch of fearful excitement on the side. Just as he liked it. If it was his choice, there would be no other way. Or so he came to the conclusion hours later, while staring at a ceiling from whatever surface he just happened to fall upon. In that very instant, however, his mind raced through a number of raunchy possibilities that’d make Scarlet blush. Albeit, he knew quite well that what his mind fed him now did not matter. The moment he stepped through that doorway, he placed himself in Tseng’s hands and there he stood, pressed firmly against the closet door, in nothing other than a towel that did nothing to hide the arousal that pressed all too obviously against the other’s clothed leg. Reno suspected that the added pressure was nothing other than added torture. As if he needed any more, he thought miserably.
After the initial shock wore off, he reached up with new found ardent ferocity and grasped that black satin tie firmly enough to pull Tseng closer until he did finally claim those taunting pale lips that even then, refused to yield to him.
The bastard, he thought angrily as calloused fingers tangled into long ebony strands none-too-gently. Reno was rewarded with a soft sound emitting deeply from the back of his throat, and couldn’t help the light, though nevertheless smug grin that tainted his lips, cleverly disguised by the possessive kiss.
Then again, perhaps he wasn’t as clever a he took himself to be, Reno reconsidered with a flinch, feeling a single droplet of iron-tasting red flow from his lip. He shuddered pleasantly, despite the sharp momentary pain.
Vengeful bastard. No one would guess it either. Just a few years ago he wouldn’t have done so either. Who would have even thought he’d end up as he was now?
Now, of course, would involve the challenge of pulling off that shirt, which stubbornly sat askew, not allowing him access to more of that smooth, hot flesh. After a couple of miserable tries, the finally shoved the white fabric back from broad shoulders as he leaned in, feeling the immediate chill of cool air against his damp back. Consensual arms lowered so that the annoying article of clothing could be disposed of – or at least fall to the floor at their feet for the time being. Digits kneaded at taut muscles along Tseng’s back until his hands fell disappointedly upon the belt around his waist.
The disappointment did not linger very long as the tug came at the base of his neck, lightly yanking the longer reddish strands until his chin tilted up, baring his neck mercilessly. Bruised lips parted with a soft gasp, lids fluttering momentarily before gritting his teeth.
“Get to it already…” his voice bordered a husky pant.
Even before he could intake his next breath of air, he regretted speaking such words as he felt Tseng’s lips hovering over his ear. “Patience is a virtue you should really exercise,” he whispered, lips brushing against soft flesh before teeth clinked against the silver of his loops.
Reno pressed his eyes shut, swallowing deeply as a shiver raced down his spine. It would do him no good to try and rush the inevitable. Even when it stared him in the face and told him to shut up and take it. All the while shoving his body forward, tumbling onto the wide, surprisingly comfortable mattress.
Okay, so perhaps it did not go exactly like that, but he did however, end up on said mattress. In a rather compromising position he could hardly remember setting himself up for. No dream – not even his wildest, wettest ones – felt as real as the bite of a leather belt into his wrist, bound tightly to the bed frame, restricting his freedom considerably. The towel that had offered a feeble attempt to cover that glorious shameless body now lay in a heap beneath him, trapped between the weight of his body and the mattress. He just barely noticed the cool air that brushed against pale skin as he watched, with satisfaction the languid movements that brought Tseng toward him. The belt, having been discarded, allowed the dress pants to weight lower on those hips. So inviting… the urge to rip those off by unconventional methods – usually his teeth – was far too tempting. Regrettably there was little he could do in his given situation. Regardless, he still leaned forward, arm straining slightly as he reached out with his free hand for that low riding bridge of navy pants. His fingers had just barely settled upon the soft fabric when he was shoved back once more with a reprimanding “tsk.”
It was becoming painfully clear that he really would have no say in the events that went on that night. And yet, he reflected with the arch of a brow, this also gave him the advantage of admiring the way muscles rippled beneath that flesh – now scared in various places, some more lightly than others; a topic that was never talked about, not since the previous month when all had finally come to an end. His eyes swept upward, past the silky ebony strands that cascaded messily over his shoulders, up to the matching set of unreadable eyes that stared down at him. And for a moment, Reno could have sworn hallucination as those lips quirked upward before descending mercilessly upon him yet again.
There had been no time to reassure himself that he was sober – or slightly sober – for once and his brain wasn’t playing tricks on him when his mind ceased to function properly as lips and tongue assaulted the twitching arousal between his legs. He felt the bite of nails upon sensitive flesh and squirmed. He also had the vague idea of cursing mildly, possibly even begging none-too-nicely for the teasing to stop.
The teasing did stop, surprisingly so. Reno gasped, struggling to contain the breathy gasps that wheezed from his throat. “Just fuck me already!” He snarled, winding his legs around Tseng’s waist in order to forcefully bring him close. With his free hand, he yanked at the button, tugged at the zipper and demanded gratification.
“Don’t make me tie you completely, Reno.” The warning came with a sultry tone, though still carrying the air of authority that established the division between them. Even behind closed doors. It was enough to send a pleasurable shudder down the redhead’s spine. Perhaps it was the challenge or even just the thought of being rendered completely useless that drew the wicked grin across his bruised lips.
It took no more than a few seconds for the standard issue handcuffs he knew so well to be pressed cold against his wrist, binding him securely to the wooden post.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Tseng…” he whined, banging his head lightly against the wooden surface behind him.
“Are you going to stop complaining anytime soon?”
“Not if you don’t mo-nngh!” He was spared the effort of completing the thought as two digits were pushed past his lips. Without having been told what to do, he flicked his tongue against the intruding presences, not sparing the opportunity to suck suggestively as he thoroughly wet them. At least the last article of clothing had finally been disposed of. Content to be on the taunting end for once that night, he was unaware of the other’s movements until he saw the glint of silver fly off and out of his vision. He blinked in time to catch the sight that would forever be burned onto his memory… between ivory teeth hung the source of the mysterious bit of silver, only to be spat aside once the think package was rendered worthlessly empty.
Had his mouth not been otherwise occupied, he would have made some sort of comment. He was not quite sure what the comment would have been – it was too priceless for words, Tseng of all people multitasking to the point of ripping a condom open with his own teeth, careless, yes… but unmistakably a turn-on. Not to mention that if such urgency was being made clear, than he wasn’t the only one in need of serious instant gratification. A reassuring thought, at least.
His lips parted, releasing the two fingers with a languid brush of his tongue. Reno then slid downward against the pillows that were rapidly falling out of place behind him. He laid there, knees raised, feet pulling his lover closer in open, shameless invitation. All the while bracing himself for the sharp invasion he knew would come. All his hard work being put to good use in an instant as one finger pushed through the hot ring of flesh. He gasped, bit his lip, and struggled to relax, nails biting into his palms. It was almost unbearable at first, but he knew it was worth it and as soon as the initial pain wore off, he angled his body downward, greedy as a frustrated whore to claim the sensation that always caused white to burst behind his eyes. When a second digit was inserted, he cried out – rather pitifully, too.
“I’m f-fine…” Reno half gasped, half groaned. “Just do it…” A whimper. “Please….” He added, dragging the word out in prayer-like fever.
It was in the moments such as these that he truly believed that there was such a thing as instant gratification, he mused half humorously, feeling the sudden emptiness swell within him in the short seconds it took Tseng to properly prepare himself. This time, Reno noted, he’d even earned himself a somewhat generous amount of lubrication. Must’ve done something right. Whatever the cause he did not have the chance to dwell on as fingers grasped his waist, positioned him just right before impact – quite literally. He managed to stifle a cry, tugging at the belt that bound his left arm to the bed. It scratched, it hurt, it possibly even bled, but it came free after several tries. He clung on then, nails digging into Tseng’s lightly scared back as the constant rhythmic pounding drove him mercilessly into the mattress.
A hushed groan filtered into his ear – it was amazing what such a little sound could do to him. Fingers slid through dark silky strands, usually so neat and presentable, now a sweet, glorious mess that partly obstructed his lover’s sharp features. He tangled those long strands, tugging involuntarily as he cried out sharply. Whatever pain he had felt previously was gone in that instant of bliss. It only made him all the more greedy. “More…” he hissed, which drew – surprisingly – a husky chuckle from the other. In turn, it caused him to flush just a tad more than he already was. “Shutup,” he muttered with a silly grin that was wiped from his lips as he gasped sharply, throwing his head back against the pillows. At least he couldn’t complain about not getting what he asked for.
He knew that he couldn’t survive much longer under such deadly precision. Ankles crossed tightly over his lower back, pulling him unbelievably closer. His head turned, forehead pressing to the arm that held Tseng up above him. He felt the shivering, the trembling of his toned arm, no longer wanting to support his weight. And indeed, only moments later, his lover pressed even more closely to him, hand sliding beneath the mane of messy damp red hair. Lips had found their way back to his throat – no doubt leaving a few marks in their wake. Not like he bothered to hide them anymore. It was no secret. Besides, who was there to hide them from? Rude strategically ignored everything, Elena pouted but said nothing and Rufus… well, that was a different story all together, but hardly much of an issue.
The room was no longer cold, much on the contrary. The previous dampness was now replaced by hot sweat that gathered with every gasp, every thrust that sent him rocking, shivering anew. He knew that Tseng would also be wearing claw marks on his back, but since there was no complaint – rather on the contrary – Reno could care less at this point. He buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck, taking in the faint smell of shampoo, of expensive cologne he could die for, of sweat, of sex. It was hard to stifle the cries that rasped against his throat, just itching to get out, to echo loudly as they should be.
He only partly realized that a hand had slid between them. Calloused fingers wrapping around his weeping length, pushing him closer to that point of bliss, faster, without a chance to control it, to hold off on that oncoming climax. His breath hitched in his throat, coming in short gasps as his body twitched, itching for more and yet incapable of rationalizing anymore.
Reno gave in, then, twitching almost violently, sandwiched between Tseng and the mattress as he cried out loudly, releasing the all too obvious evidence into his lover’s hand… and against both of their abdomens in the process. At least there would be no mess to sleep in, he thought idly with a last shudder that flattened him lifelessly against the mess of pillows and sheets. His right arm was asleep. It hardly seemed to matter. He’d been lucky to glance up at the right time – more or less – to catch the look of pure ecstasy that went through those usually unreadable features. A crooked grin touched his lips, still bruised, now nearly painfully dry. He lay there, regaining his senses as Tseng attempted to do the same, his climatic moment having only come just then.
When Tseng finally moved, moments later, Reno winced, his body having adjusted to the constant present of his length. The wince soon turned to surprise, however as instead of merely rolling over to collapse against the cool mattress, the elder Turk shifted downward, hot tongue lapping slowly over the redhead’s abdomen, licking it clean of all warm bitter sweetness. Right then and there he felt his length twitch, causing him to groan in a mixture of dismay and half-hearted arousal. As if he hadn’t had enough.
Just what had gotten into him? Not that he was in anyway complaining, of course.
Before he could voice his questions out loud, however, Tseng slowly slid from the mattress. He’d always admired the man’s recovery time.
“Where are you going?” He slurred lightly.
“Shower.”
Reno straightened up, causing the handcuffs to jingle, metal against metal. “Are you going to undo these, at least?”
“Not before I see what kind of mess you left behind.” Reno could swear that he saw the hint of what could easily be considered a devious glint in those dark coal eyes.
“…fuck.” He breathed.
Soft footsteps led him out of the room. But that deep, cool voice still reached him. “Maybe later.”