This is my first ever Reno x Rufus fiction, so here it goes. Warnings: This is a very dark fiction, so please don't read this if you have a problem with emotional intensity, use of the word "cunt" or any general sort of squickishness.
Title: Dog Will Hunt Rating: Mature (for adults only, so if you aren't one, I take no responsibility for any scarring you may receive!)
Description: Rufus ShinRa finds himself oddly drawn to his Turk, Reno. This is a dark fic that explores several issues for both men and isn't at all a pretty, happy story--but it ends well, I can promise that, and there' s loads of good smut!
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of the Square Enix characters which appear in my story, nor do I make money off of my writing. I do it for the love, people! For the love!
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He couldn’t even process that this was Reno touching him—this man who only ever put his hands on him to undress him or hold his hips steady while they fucked. It was more shocking than a slap to the face!
“Reno…” he started, confused and too drunk, sighing when those arms folded tightly around him from the back to squeeze him up against the man’s hard chest, that amazing mouth drifting to his ear to suck on his earlobe. Even if this was just a bought illusion of true attraction, even if he would probably wind up paying an ungodly amount for this farce of affection, Rufus realized it was as much as he would ever get from Reno. As much as that thought saddened him he wouldn’t deny this wondrous thing.
He just melted into that warm embrace, his bones liquefying, his skin heating up. He wanted to touch Reno back but was a little hesitant to, not wanting to fuck the moment up and somehow anger his surprising and irritable Turk. So he just went limp in those slender, shockingly strong arms while Reno grazed that perfect mouth down his throat.
“You fallin’ asleep, yo?” Reno asked, the faintest strains of amusement in his low, purring voice. “Thought you’d want this after all your bitching.”
“I do,” Rufus breathlessly agreed, and couldn’t suppress his moan when Reno’s hand went plunging down his pants. He nearly came at the rough touch, his back arching, his head falling back over Reno’s shoulder. To have gone so long wanting such a thing and then to be so suddenly granted it was a little more than his drunken mind could handle.
Reno didn’t touch him like it was something he did every day, though he was no less sure of himself in this than he was in anything. Rufus suddenly wondered if he’d been Reno’s first male lover, and the thought made him flush with victory even as he moaned again, the man’s hand fisting him slowly.
His hips arched and he gasped a pleading request for Reno to ease off, his eyes watering with the force of his pleasure. Reno hand kept up that slow, steady rub, his other arm locked around Rufus’s chest, his long fingers curling into the man’s shoulder.
Rufus shuddered hard in his tight embrace, overwhelmed. He was already dangerously close to erupting, and moaned as he writhed in rhythm with Reno’s stroking fist. His shaking hands lifted to grip the corded muscle of Reno’s forearm and his hips bucked, his flanks and belly straining. Breathlessly, he begged, “Please…stop, Reno! Please!”
“Couple of jerks and you’re creamin’, yo,” Reno breathed, and Rufus felt his wet tongue at his ear. He sobbed when Reno’s hand picked up its pace and his soft voice purred, “Go ahead and pop, Rufus, we got all night…”
And just like that, he was coming.
His head tipped forward to see it, to see Reno’s white hand wrapped around his cock, to see the heavy ribbons of his cum shooting out over those pale, tight fingers. He sobbed again, louder this time, his hips snapping in a spasm that just wouldn’t subside
Reno pushed up against him and the heavy, thick heat of his hard cock trapped behind his pants made Rufus rupture all over again, convulsing so hard he was sure something in him would burst. And that rangy, wiry, strong body just engulfed him, cradling his wild spasm with lean muscle and lithe heat.
Finally, Reno had mercy on him and slid his hand free, pushing Rufus’s pants down around his bare ankles.
Rufus swayed a little when the man let him go, still wobbly from the booze and the amazing climax he’d just felt. His vision swam and he shook, hardly aware of Reno shedding his jacket and revealing those riotous tattoos, those gleaming hoops in his tender flesh. Emboldened by the alcohol, he reached out and touched the man’s hard, muscled belly, feeling it tighten beneath his fingertips. Reno held still for it as he shucked his unbuttoned shirt, and let Rufus tug gently on that ring through his perfect navel.
For the first time, Rufus actually saw Reno undress, actually got to see that ivory skin revealed fully. Only once had Reno ever been fully nude with him, and the moment had passed so quickly and under such emotional stress that Rufus couldn’t clearly remember anything about what he’d seen—albeit, very little, thanks to the covers. Now, Reno sat on the edge of the bed while Rufus stood there staring at him and removed his heavy boots and socks before standing to shove those pants away.
Those tattoos extended down the top of his thighs to end in points just above his knees, wrapping around from his sides and his hips, entirely surrounding his smooth groin. The combined effect of all that white, unblemished skin, those clamoring tattoos, and that heavy piercing was overwhelmingly sensual and Rufus found himself gasping for breath, eyes wide.
Reno cocked his head in a gesture Rufus had seen him use countless times, only now it lacked that amused reserve, that mask of disdain. His narrow, beautiful face was suffused with something hungry and dangerous and utterly foreign to him.
When he held out his hand, Rufus grabbed on like it was his lifeline.
He pushed his face up beneath Reno’s jaw, clutching at him with both hands, pressing his wet lips to the pulse that throbbed beneath the delicate skin of his throat, feeling those rings press against his own chest, his own navel, feeling that heavy piercing rub against him when his hips moved up to sandwich his erection between them. He closed his eyes and lapped at that milky white skin while those hard, calloused hands just slipped down his back to cup his taut backside.
In a second they were tumbling backwards, Reno using his slender weight to pull Rufus along atop him, bouncing against the mattress. And still those slender, amazingly strong arms encircled him, not giving any space between their bodies. Rufus wriggled against him in drunken, restless anticipation, reveling in the fact that he was finally allowed to touch him and wondering what awful promise he was agreeing to with his eagerness. Would it matter if he knew? The answer was, no, it wouldn’t—for Reno, he would do anything, anything at all.
Reno twisted beneath him, putting Rufus at his side, both of them lying facing each other in the dark. He pushed Rufus onto his back a little, peering down at him with the faint light catching his big, hazy blue eyes. With a deliberate, slow movement, his face set in something Rufus couldn’t define, Reno untangled one arm from beneath him and brushed his fingers down Rufus’s chest.
It was the left side. The scarred side, and Reno’s calloused fingertips were feather-light, tracing the edges of that wasted and rippled horror.
Rufus blushed, his ardor forgotten in the face of his shame.
“Please don’t…” he whispered, but he didn’t move to stop him.
“Why?” Reno asked, his attention on his fingers, one long leg between Rufus’s, the skin smooth with no sign of rough hair, nowhere on that slender body but for his angled eyebrows and that amazing eruption of red spiky hair on his head. The long trail of his ponytail spilled down his back and behind his arm to tickle Rufus’s belly, adding its own amount of distraction.
“It’s…I…It’s just…” he could offer no reason, not when Reno was just smoothing his fingers over that awful skin, absorbed curiosity on his face. “I hate it.”
Reno’s blue eyes flicked up to his, hazy with booze and a little out of rational thought. His fingers swept down the rippled flesh to Rufus’s hip and back up to where it just touched the bottom of his nipple.
“You shouldn’t hate it,” Reno told him, and shook his head a little, making Rufus wonder suddenly if Reno hadn’t already been drunk when he’d shown up, and now was just a little more than simply buzzed.
“It’s ugly,” Rufus argued, his blush strengthening with the intense interest of Reno’s gaze.
“So’s life,” Reno told him, and he bent his head to trace the edges with his tongue.
Somehow, with Reno’s lips whispering over him and his tongue laving the edges of it, Rufus’s scars felt less horrifying than they ever had. While the skin didn’t have the same capacity to feel as the rest of him, the point at which it met his whole flesh was doubly alive with nerves as if to make up for this shortage, and Reno’s trailing tongue played them with frightening skill until Rufus found himself growing hard again. He wriggled beneath him, shocked and amazed all over again that the man was actually touching him, was so gently nibbling and sucking his way over the ragged edges of those old, raw wounds as if they held some kind of beauty that only he could see or appreciate.
His hand moved to Reno’s hair, shockingly silky and soft, trailing though his fingers like cobwebs. Almost absently, Reno lifted one steadying hand to pluck the tie from his hair, letting it spill out down his back. There was much more of it than Rufus had first assumed, and it was thick in his palm when he grasped it and held that mouth to his skin.
When Reno’s tongue found the scar that trailed down Rufus’s thigh, the man caught his breath and almost sobbed, shuddering hard as wet heat slid down the skin of his inner thigh. He closed his eyes in bliss, back arching, and nearly came undone when Reno’s mouth suddenly lost interest in his scars and, instead, moved to cover the tip of his erection. He jumped, gasping, Reno’s tongue cautiously laving him, lips loosely around him in a way that warmed Rufus, an inexperience that confirmed his delighted suspicions. Reno didn’t suck him, he just tasted him with teeth, tongue, and lips, his head angled down so that all Rufus could see was his silky red hair. Denied the visual stimulus, it made him somehow much more sensitive to what the man was doing, and he was writhing in short order, softly pleading and even begging despite the fact that he knew another full orgasm was a little beyond him at this point. When Reno finally managed to slide all the way to the base, teeth softly scraping, tongue lashing, Rufus sobbed and bucked beneath him in desperation.
Reno lifted his head, letting Rufus slide from his mouth, his blue eyes dazed and a little lost.
“Fuck,” he softly cursed, but without heat, without anger. He lifted his body like a lithe serpent, spilling back up Rufus’s own body to cover him, that hungry and demanding mouth latching onto his throat to suck a mark that would last for days.
Rufus just wriggled beneath him, eyes rolling in pleasure at the thought of being marked, of having such physical and visual proof that Reno had touched him. His hands swept the man’s hard back, slid along his slender sides and down to his lean, taut hips.
When Reno lifted his mouth off of him and leaned up on braced arms to look down at him, Rufus saw a look on his face that he’d never expected to see.
It was possession, plain and simple. It was the look on a man’s face when he sees something valuable that he owns utterly. It was a look that set fire to Rufus’s body and made him burn in silent answer.
Rufus ShinRa didn’t belong to just anybody.
He belonged to Reno, and he had for a very long time without even knowing it.
Those long-fingered, somehow delicate hands touched him everywhere and he lay still beneath him, responsive and aching, heart thudding in his chest. Reno’s mouth tasted his skin, lapped at his throat, bit at his earlobes, teased both whole flesh and scarred alike without reserve, from the sensitive brush of his inner thigh to the delicate webbing of veins at his temples—he’d never in his life been so utterly known by a lover…
And while Reno touched him, Rufus touched him in return as he’d always dreamed of doing—his smooth brows, those marks curved on his cheeks, the strong slope of his shoulders. He played those rings in the man’s nipples with fingers and—more bravely—tongue, tasting salty flesh and metal. He teased the ones on his chest, the one through his belly and, finally, the one through the head of his hard cock.
What shuddering pleasure it was to wriggle down that lean and lionish body, kissing his way down writhing vines and wicked thorns, drops of blood and grinning skulls, guns and pin-up girls, pierced hearts and sparrows. He had to force the thick hardness of that cock down to do so, but he laved the apex of those tattoos, the sharp angle of which was the tip of a bloody dagger. From there, he swallowed his trepidation and closed his eyes, letting his tongue feel out what his eyes feared.
He tasted of salty precum and something spicy and essentially male. He curled his tongue around and added metal to that heady flavor, tugging on that ring with his teeth, his tongue curling inside the hollow of it to the tune of Reno’s soft moan. He lacked experience, he lacked any skill—all he had was his earnest desire to please and his need to be close to this frightening, baffling man. It was enough to teach him quickly. While the ring prevented Rufus from getting adventurous enough to attempt an actual blowjob, he did a fine job just giving him head, and Reno’s hands tangled in his hair with rough insistence, just as Rufus had once daydreamed about. But, unlike that fantasy, these hands were not cruelly rough and seeking to wound—they were careful and shaking slightly, aware that a rather tender individual was attached to the other end.
When he had enough, Reno pulled Rufus back up the bed, hefting him in that easy, graceful way of his that ignored Rufus’s own heavier weight and musculature. He was panting and wide-eyed, his high cheeks flushed and his beautiful mouth parted. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, still hazy with booze but full of honest desire. He pulled Rufus atop his hips and yanked the man down against his chest. His teeth were sharp when they sank into Rufus’s earlobe, but the pain was a sweet and welcome sign that he could make this taciturn and untouchable man react. Rufus felt that heavy cock twitch behind him and shuddered, wanting it with more force than he’d ever wanted anything before, even power.
“Sit on my cock,” Reno panted, and bit him again in his urgency. He arched his hips beneath Rufus and tightened that crushing hold on him. “Do it!”
Rufus wasn’t about to say no. He lined himself up and sank back and down on that hard, curved cock, writhing with it, the position forcing that ring against his prostate with every thrust to amazing effect. He tried to sit up, to take up his usual position, but Reno’s arms were locked around him and held him down against his chest.
They moaned together, and for the first time Reno made noise during sex. Utterly lost, Rufus sighed and kissed his jaw, kissed his ear, sucked on his hoop earring. He let his hands uncurl against Reno’s shoulders and swept his skin with greedy hands, panting his lust into Reno’s ear while the man’s narrow hips angled up to pound him roughly. Reno’s low groans were more arousing than the choreographed, practiced gasps of any lover he’d ever had. His hazy blue eyes were tranquil with bliss and he held Rufus tightly to him, hugging him close while those hips snapped up in rapid rhythm.
For his part, Rufus was so aroused by Reno’s sudden abandoning of all his reservations that he wriggled and writhed and clung to him, uncaring of his loud cries, uncaring that he was acting as wanton as a whore—for this small space in time Reno was his without façades, without shutting him out. He was utterly open, raw with sudden need, and in that second Rufus was pretty sure he loved him.
They flowed together like they’d been born for one another, the fit perfect, their timing to the second. Rufus was helpless in that crushing grasp and he loved every minute of it, loved when Reno’s thighs spread wider, his knees drawing up a little to brace his long, slender feet on the bed, feeding leverage to the force of his thrusts.
Rufus had never felt anything that so completed him. Writhing there atop Reno’s body, skin rubbing in slippery sweat, scarred flesh to painted, virgin nipples to pierced, his mouth fastened beneath the man’s jaw and his hands clenched helplessly on his shoulders, Rufus felt the most encompassing pleasure of his life. It filled him up from the inside, amazing and frightening and out of control so that it spilled from his skin up between the tight press of their bodies and he couldn’t keep from sobbing his pleasure aloud. His body squeezed Reno’s, milked him, pulled tight in orgasm that only prolonged itself with the bliss of his heavy cock so frantically shoving.
Reno gasped for breath, panting. His arms tightened so hard around Rufus’s body that his ribcage complained, but Rufus never would. The man moaned a soft curse and pulled taut beneath him, his whole slender, lean body tightening as he worked towards an orgasm. His left hand—his weapon hand, the hand that wielded his EMR and had written his favors in blocky script—cupped Rufus’s head with gentle insistence and held Rufus’s face tight against the curve of his swan-like throat as he stiffened in a hard climax that forced the breath out of him in a shocked groan.
Rufus closed his eyes, clinging to him, unable to process what had just happened—the gentleness, the touching, the man’s own obviously strong climax. Reno kept gasping for breath, shuddering beneath Rufus, his body rocking so roughly that the bed thumped against the wall in a hard staccato until the tension wound out of him and the pleasure faded. Rufus muffled a sob against his skin, overwhelmed to be held so tight, undone by this illusion of Reno needing him to be closer than skin allowed…an illusion of Reno caring.
“Holy fuck,” Reno sighed, shuddering beneath him, thrusting the last of that cum up inside him before easing his hips back down and falling still. He panted breathlessly, still cupping Rufus’s head to his throat, his heart pounding against Rufus’s own.
Rufus shifted a little, full of cum and utterly content, even if he was still really fucking drunk. Reno contained his movements, not letting go of him, keeping him snuggled against his chest. They lay that way for some time, until Reno’s breathing returned to normal.
Rufus braced for rejection, for Reno to turn that temper on him. The last thing he expected was for the man to ease out of him and roll onto his side, Rufus snuggled next to him. Reno’s strong, slender arm stayed curved to cup his head, the bend of his elbow at the back of Rufus’s head, his palm gently cupping the top of Rufus’s skull. The way they were laying, Rufus wound up nestled low on Reno’s chest, so when the man lifted his knee over Rufus’s side and drew him in tight like a twining vine, Rufus felt the wet heat of Reno’s flaccid sex against his upper belly. He was tucked so snugly to that lean, warm body that there wasn’t a breadth of space between them.
And it was better than any embrace Rufus had ever experienced in his life.
He sighed gently against the salty skin of Reno’s chest, unable to resist pressing a soft kiss to that pink nipple against his lips, his tongue softly probing that heavy hoop.
Reno made a low sound and squeezed him tighter, the arm beneath the pillows shifting down to curl him around Rufus’s body like a lithe, purring cat.
Shivering because this—this—was what he’d wanted this whole time, Rufus wrapped his arm securely over Reno’s side to grip his back, squeezing him back just as fiercely. He hadn’t ever realized it, but once the initial shock of regular sex with this dangerous and compelling man had died down, this easy intimacy had been what he’d so longed for. It wasn’t about ownership, about possession—Reno was as tamable as the wind, a wild creature without an ounce of regret in his untouchable heart. To be touched by him had blown Rufus’s mind, had been more than he’d ever expected and even more fulfilling than he’d dared dream…but to be held by him, to be acknowledged…Rufus found himself breathlessly grateful that Reno would even allow it.
It was like embracing a lissome, unpredictable tiger—that same danger, that same awe. He didn’t care if it was the booze making Reno so warm with him, he was just pleased to be held so tenderly. Tomorrow would bring what it would but tonight he was blissfully entwined with the man who’d grown to mean so much to him, despite his foul mouth, temperamental mood swings, penchant for violence, and biting sense of humor…or, maybe, because of those things.
He closed his eyes and sighed again, melting into all of that leanly muscled heat, lost in the softness of that luminous skin, his hand clenched tight onto the scene of Heaven being toppled by Hell, and for the first time he found that he actually understood it.
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Date: 2008-11-19 01:49 pm (UTC)It's great the second, well, fourth actually, time too.
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Date: 2008-11-19 05:45 pm (UTC)Kerri: **smirking** I knew Reno loved him. I told you so. Why else would he be all cuddly? Now, I just need to cross my fingers that the redhead won't screw it up.
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Date: 2009-01-19 09:42 pm (UTC)And especially after this heart-aching "“You ain’t allowed touch me,” he said, his voice low with serious warning. “Ever.”" it's even more beautiful. (God, that line brought tears to my eyes and stayed in my head for... uh, 24h now.)