Reno Is God

[jaded_grin]

This was an amusing little piece of fun that I couldn't resist writing.

Title: Reno Is God
Rating: M (Now it's just full on sex)
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!

Kadaj felt his eyes go wide again, looking at Reno’s groin. Without the concealment of clothing it was rather daunting, framed becomingly by Reno’s white belly. He shied away when Reno stretched out next to him again, but the man simply flopped onto his back and lit a cigarette. When Kadaj realized he wasn’t going to be coaxed into anything scary, he hesitantly rolled back over and laid a cautious hand on Reno’s arm.

Reno didn’t pay him any mind, he simply lifted his arm to lie along the top of the pillow and continued to smoke, ignoring Kadaj when he slipped into the hollow of his side and snuggled against him.

Seeing that Reno was otherwise occupied, he gave in to his natural curiosity and stroked his hand over Reno’s belly and sides like the man had done to him, a little awed when that hard, jutting flesh twitched at his touches. Kadaj couldn’t keep his eyes off it, utterly captivated by something so similar to and yet so very different from his own. It lay against Reno’s flat stomach with just a soft curve to it, a heavy vein roping down its length, bluish beneath the paleness of his taut white skin. It was a delicate blush pink at the tip where pearly little droplets of liquid collected to pool against his stomach. The size of it made Kadaj vaguely jealous—his didn’t reach up past his belly button! It seemed improbable, considering Reno’s slender build, but there was no denying the stark truth before his eyes.

A little nervous again, Kadaj looked away, rather soothed by the way Reno was ignoring him and allowing him to get his bearings.

“Freaking out?” the man finally asked, an amused grin on his face when Kadaj looked, looked away, looked again, and made a soft little sound of distress. “Take a deep breath, yo, you’ll be alright.”

Kadaj did as he was told and found that the deep breath did help a little. Sighing, he decided that this worshipping thing was altogether nerve-wracking and he’d probably never attempt it again. Still, when he tried kissing Reno’s belly the way he’d been kissed, the man’s subsequent sigh so warmed him that he figured it wouldn’t hurt to get in good with god.

He kissed his way around the hard flesh lying on Reno’s stomach, and started a little when his sharp nip made it spasm, jerking upwards responsively before slapping back down in that puddle it had made.

“Relax, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Reno said, rubbing the back of his head, able to read the barely concealed panic on Kadaj’s face. When he pushed Kadaj towards it, the boy hesitantly followed his cues, only resisting when it became apparent what Reno wanted.

“I am not—,” he announced, sitting up in a huff. “—not—putting that in my mouth!”

Reno smirked at him and shrugged as if it didn’t matter.

“Suit yourself, yo,” he told him, stubbing out his smoke. But then he added the deciding factor of, “Yazoo will take care of it when he comes home.”

Kadaj made his little “tsk” sound of absolute frustration, seething.

“It’s dirty,” he tried to reason.

Reno shrugged again and said, “I just got out of the shower, brat. Go on, put your clothes on and skedaddle.”

Kadaj would not be evicted from the Forbidden Room under such conditions, and jealously refused to let Yazoo beat him at something as simple as putting that in his mouth.

“Okay, I’ll do it!” he said, urgent to convince Reno that he still wanted to go through with all this worshipping nonsense. “But you’ll have to tell me what to do!”

“I planned on it,” Reno assured him.

Kadaj took a deep breath and ducked his head, his hesitant tongue running over the swollen tip. It tasted salty and somehow like Reno, not all gross like he’d been afraid of. Gaining confidence with this discovery, he laved Reno’s head with his tongue, only to pull back abruptly when he accidentally lapped up some of that puddling fluid.

“Ew! Yuck!” he wailed, swallowing convulsively while Reno laughed at him. God or not, that earned him a death-glare as Kadaj sputtered and tried to get that taste out of his mouth. “Oh, that tastes awful!”

“Yeah?” Reno sniggered, tears of amusement in his blue eyes. “I wouldn’t know. Sucking cock is for bitches, yo. Get back to work.”

Kadaj gave him a reproachful, snooty glare, but—after heaving a very put-upon sigh—he returned to the task at hand, lifting it out of that nasty grossness to wrap his lips around it.

Reno told him what to do and kept him from trying too hard. When Kadaj tried to suck him down the man waited until his gagging spasms stopped before warning him to “just keep up with the head, yo—Yazoo will teach you blowjobs, baby.”

It made him shiver, hearing Reno’s low, soft moans of encouragement and feeling that thick flesh pulse hard in his hot little hand and throb against his tongue. He found that little spot on the underside—just beneath his head—all on his own and played it mercilessly with his probing tongue until Reno told him to stop it now or he’d get more yucky-gross in his mouth—so much he’d definitely end up swallowing some. That was warning enough to make him switch tactics, though the little bit it oozed into his mouth during his sucking somehow managed to not bother him or taste awful.

He started getting warm again, and realized with a start that his own body had gotten hard once more. He was acutely aware of it brushing against Reno’s slightly bent knee every time he moved and the contact made him shudder, thinking of that amazing pleasure and how great it had felt.

Reno seemed to come to some sort of conclusion then, or maybe he just got bored of Kadaj kissing him there, but he reached over and grabbed a vial of oily something off of the nightstand and told Kadaj to sit up and hold out his hand.

Kadaj did so, and Reno poured no small amount of slippery-slick into his palm.

“Now do like I showed you before, Princess,” he instructed.

“Why?” Kadaj asked, even as his slick hand started pulling on Reno’s hard flesh, making it so slippery it escaped his grasp a few times.

“It makes it easy to get it where it needs to go,” Reno told him.

“Where’s it going to go?” Kadaj asked, as curious as ever.

But Reno’s next statement made him freeze, aghast.

“Inside you.”

He took a more objective look at what he held in both oily hands and said with a note of finality, “Reno, there isn’t anywhere in me that this will fit. That’s just silly!”

“Grab my fingers,” Reno said, and Kadaj gripped his first two fingers with his own slick ones, laughing a little at the game when they slipped out of his fist. Reno hefted him up, pulling Kadaj to straddle his hips on his knees so that his body was lifted up off of him. “It goes here.”

Kadaj blushed to the roots of his hair when one of Reno’s oily fingers slid neatly up inside him.

Outraged, he squealed, “You don’t put things in there, Reno!”

But Reno added a second finger to the first and dipped them in such a way that Kadaj suddenly felt the odd urge to run to the bathroom and pee. It was followed immediately by a sudden spike of pleasure that made his body spasm once, his balls drawing up in a hard clutch of reaction, tightening. His mouth hung open, protests forgotten, and he could only manage, “Oh…”

When Reno shifted beneath him he suddenly put two and two together and loudly protested, “That will not fit! It won’t!”

“Sh! Relax, relax,” Reno said, soothing him as he worked himself up into a bout of hysteria. “I do it to your brother and he’s alright, isn’t he?”

Uncertain, Kadaj could only nod.

“And doesn’t he always seem glad when he comes out of here?”

Sounding a little dubious, Kadaj weakly answered, “He really likes to worship…”

“And when have I ever hurt you, Princess?”

“Never,” Kadaj promptly replied, and shivered because he knew he would do it.

He would let Reno put things where they really couldn’t go, and he’d get this worshipping stuff done. It was far too emotionally exhausting—he wasn’t sure how Yazoo did it as often as he did.

“There’s my baby,” Reno said, satisfied by his responses. “You’re new to this, yo—I understand. You gotta start somewhere, kid, may as well do it with someone who knows what the fuck is going on.”

Reno twisted slightly and Kadaj found himself rolled onto his back. He had only a brief second to again enjoy the soft down comforter before Reno’s strong hands gripped him and flipped his body.

“Give me a little prayer, baby,” Reno ordered, and moved Kadaj onto his knees.

 

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Comments

[etrix.livejournal.com]

I have a Reno icon, just for you =p

This story is such a win. It deserves a wider audience.

Sighing, he decided that this worshipping thing was altogether nerve-wracking and he’d probably never attempt it again

I snickered, yeah right.

He took a more objective look at what he held in both oily hands and said with a note of finality, “Reno, there isn’t anywhere in me that this will fit. That’s just silly!

Adults! What do they know?

You should link to this over on ffvii_yaoi, if you haven't already.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Oh, ok! Thanks for the tip! An icon? For the sake of little ole' me?! Fabulous! Looks good on ya, dahling!