Reno Is God (3)

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Okay, so I guess I'm gonna keep writing this! If you are offended by religious irreverence, then please pass this one over!
Title: Reno Is God
Rating: M (suggestive themes with potential for downright smuttiness)
Description: Freshly returned from the lifestream, Kadaj enjoys a sucker compliments of Tifa and informs Cloud that he has found God
Disclaimer: I don't own shite, if you want to sue me, sue for my SIMS games--they're the only things I have that are worth anything

This was meant to be amusing, take it as such!

            At first Kadaj was a little disappointed—for a place of worship, the room Reno shared with Yazoo was remarkably plain.

            “Whatsa matter?” Reno teased. “Already having regrets, yo?”

            Kadaj wrinkled his nose at the perfectly ordinary bed and the neat, elegant furnishings that he might find in anyone’s bedroom. Well, anyone with a good amount of money and awesome taste. But however nice it was, it didn’t seem like the kind of bedroom Kadaj imagined god would sleep in.

            “Reno, that’s a regular bed!” he pointed out, giving the man a severe frown.

            “Yeah, so? What’d you think we slept on, yo? Clouds?” he sniggered a little at some joke Kadaj didn’t quite understand, but the boy impatiently plunged on, snapping, “Reno, why would god sleep in a regular bed?”

            “Because god gets a backache when he sleeps on his couch, now stop bitching,” Reno told him.

            Kadaj considered the answer fair enough and nodded a little. So god enjoyed regular things—he already knew that from Reno’s daily habits when he happened to be not at work.

            “Besides, it’s no ordinary bed, yo,” Reno told him, his voice falling into a mocking, conspiratal tone. “You gotta get in it to know what I mean.”

            “Really?” Kadaj whispered, eyes wide. He had an inkling that he was headed for more things like that time in the foyer, but the thought didn’t bother him at all. His body had been doing weird things lately, and now Loz was gone so he couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Those weird things started afresh at the idea of getting to palm Reno again and he felt himself blushing. He looked at the bed with new appreciation and solemn awe. “Okay.”

            “Hey, relax, will you?” Reno told him. “I’m just playing with you, yo. C’mere.”

            Kadaj smiled when Reno hauled him up close. He loved hugs! He threw his arms around Reno’s slender neck and snuggled to his chest, sighing in bliss. Reno was warm and all muscled and had skin that was very nearly as soft as Yazoo’s…nearly. Kadaj wriggled up tight against him and heaved a sigh of contentment when Reno’s arms hugged him tight. Reno hugged him a lot—and most of the time he didn’t even try to grope Kadaj’s bottom when he did it, he just indulged the boy’s need for affection.

            But groping seemed to be on the menu this time, and Reno wasn’t the one who started it. Kadaj became aware of something very hard and rather large poking him in the belly through the light pajama bottoms Reno had thrown on after his shower. Curious, thinking that it might just be the same thing he’d held before, Kadaj pulled back and, asking, “What’s poking me?” he slid his hand down over it.

            Reno jumped and Kadaj jumped, too, startled and a little afraid he’d done something wrong. Worried, he snatched his hand back and tried to shift blame, complaining, “You were poking me with it! I just wanted to see what it was!”

            “Fuck, calm down,” Reno told him, rolling his eyes. “I forgot how fucking ridiculous virgins are, fuck.”

            “You shouldn’t curse so much,” Kadaj said, parroting Cloud’s oft-repeated statement.

            “Fuck you, too,” Reno amiably told him, and slid the waistband of his pants out a little so Kadaj could get an eyeful of what had tented the material so much. Freed of the tighter waistband, it sprang up against Reno’s belly, standing tall above the lip of his pants.

            Kadaj felt his eyes go round and big, staring. He had something rather like that, too, only it wasn’t up to the same dimensions, not even by a long shot…except when it started doing weird things that made Kadaj cranky until it stopped.

            “Wow,” he breathed, and gave Reno the Big Eyes again. “Can I touch it?”

            “You’d better,” Reno told him, and reached for his cigarettes on the dresser, lighting one while Kadaj cautiously slipped his fingers over the sticky tip, fascinated. Yes, it definitely was what he’d touched a few times before, only then it had been hidden beneath the material of Reno’s pants and loose shirts, the only sign of Kadaj having touched it being a lingering stickiness on his hand and a faint scent of salt and Reno.

            Reno interrupted his inspection, saying, “Like I showed you, Princess.”

            Pouting a little to be distracted from his exploration, Kadaj twisted his hand, palm towards Reno, and gripped it tight in his fist. The waistband of Reno’s pants slid up over his wrist and Kadaj stroked him like Reno had shown him the first time—a quick and whispered block of instruction in the foyer. Luckily for them both, Kadaj was a good listener and his one token, loud compliant had gone unheard by Yazoo in the kitchen. Otherwise it wouldn’t have been a chicken Yazoo would’ve cooked…or so Reno had told him.

            “Mmmm, that’s the stuff,” Reno breathed, head falling back a little as he sighed out a contented cloud of smoke, his big blue eyes hazy. “Not so fast, yo—we got a lot to go over.”

            Kadaj obediently slowed down the pumping of his hand, liking the slickness that coated his squeezing fingers, his own body starting to get all hot and tingly. He felt suddenly too hot and flushed, almost uncomfortably so.

            “Enough, enough,” Reno told him, his voice mild, his free hand pulling Kadaj’s own away. “You hot baby? You look a little like you’re gonna pass out on me.”

            “I’m hot,” Kadaj whined, fanning himself a little because he was starting to get nervous.

            “Fuck, don’t I know,” Reno said, his laugh short and abrupt as he stubbed out his cigarette. He reached for Kadaj and pulled him up close again, mouth grazing the tender skin of his throat.

            Kadaj squealed a little and wriggled against him, crying, “That tickles!”

            But it more than tickled. Reno’s mouth was soft and warm and wet, whispering over his sensitive skin, sucking and kissing. One strong, slender hand moved down his back, tugging at the hem of his shirt while the other hand slid around to pop the button on his loose jeans. When Reno pulled away and started to draw Kadaj’s shirt up, the boy’s eyes went round as dinner plates and he cried, “What are you doing?”

            “Well, aren’t you hot?” Reno asked, reasonably, not upset with him at all. Kadaj felt as if he should have been upset—here he was giving Kadaj an opportunity to worship, and all Kadaj did was complain.

            “Yes,” Kadaj answered, his voice weak and small, his pulse slamming against his throat with a visible tick.

            In reply, Reno yanked his shirt up and off and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall in a puddle around Kadaj’s slender feet.

            Suddenly exposed, Kadaj did feel a lot better, and relaxed, preening a little to have Reno staring at him. He knew he had nice skin—it was pretty and soft and pale, a little like moonlight, if you asked him. And he’d gotten no small amount of comments about his beautiful face, something that appealed to his rather vain disposition as well as his tender age. He examined himself in the bathroom mirror every morning, turning this way and that to be sure the contour of his hips hadn’t changed, to see if the tight tuck of his belly was still so flat and pretty, to reaffirm that his slight sway back still curved so invitingly down to the high, firm swell of his very grope-worthy bottom.

            Reno stared at him like an alcoholic would a shop full of free whiskey, and Kadaj smugly thought that he was correct in doing so. Smirking, the youth pulled an imaginary snarl out of his silky silver hair, turning a little to present his slim waist in brief profile. Seduction wasn’t something he knew how to do, but Kadaj liked to keep people fascinated and he’d found that such postures usually did the trick.

            His pride suffered a brief blow, however, when Reno nodded a little and consoled him with, “Well, you’ll fill out as you get older, yo—but you’ll do.”

            “What?!”


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