Dog Will Hunt (10)

[jaded_grin]

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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    In silence—awkward on Rufus’s part, amused on Reno’s—they went into the dark and quiet bedroom. Rufus didn’t know what he was supposed to do, honestly. He’d never paid for sex in his life, and he had a feeling that treating Reno like a willing lover would only backfire on him. Reno wasn’t his lover, willing or otherwise, he was a paid whore. Rufus had a sudden, unwelcome curiosity if this was something that Reno regularly did, even though the man insisted that he didn’t sell himself.

    “Get undressed, boss,” Reno told him. “I can’t fuck you through your clothes.”

    “Christ,” Rufus breathed, appalled. Mechanically, he pulled off the hoodie and shed his shirt, his back to Reno. He wasn’t exactly shy about it, but his misgivings about the entire situation made him nervous and edgy. He sat on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes and socks, and then stood to step out of his designer jeans. When he straightened, he was totally nude and clearly ready to go, though is eagerness only shamed him. When he looked up he found those blue eyes drifting over him, keen even in this mute light, lingering over his chest and side, staring with some kind of absent and morbid curiosity.
   
    Rufus flushed, suddenly remembering his scars.

    It was easy to pretend that they didn’t exist, that his flesh was just as whole and pale and lovely as it always had been—his girlfriends would never have mentioned it, and Rufus had been far too drunk to recall if Charlie had shown any reaction to them. But now, with Reno’s blue eyes drifting over his skin with that look in them, Rufus felt more than a little self-conscious.

    Actually, he felt embarrassed.

    The scars weren’t discolored, the medical technology at his disposal had been able to do that much, at least. Still, from his right knee up his long thigh to bleed up his hip, the skin rippled. It looked as if someone had spilled flesh-colored wax on him in places, creating a ropey surface that he felt every day while showering. His right leg and thigh weren’t the only places—more scars traced up his left side over his ribcage, spread in a wide splash up the left side of his chest. There was nothing he could do about them, and he’d ignored them for so long that they almost didn’t seem to exist, but now Reno was looking at them—scrutinizing them—and Rufus flushed to be so flawed. He took pains to hide them from the people around him. Indeed, no one in his inner circle had ever seen him nude, just his rare lovers whose opinions held no weight. But he didn’t want Reno to look at him in such a way, to find something to be disgusted by.

    “What’re you squirming for, I already saw you buff, yo,” Reno told him, reminding him that he, too, had been present that night with Charlie.
   
        As if Rufus needed to be reminded of such a thing.

    “Not like this,” Rufus whispered, and turned his back. His back, the only part of him not kissed by those awful flames, where his skin was still supple and soft and white. “Just…don’t.”

    “Whassa matter?” Reno inquired. “You got a problem with the way you look? You think you’re the only one with scars, boss? Or just the only one with scars who matters?”

    Rufus flinched. He didn’t think that mattering had anything to do with it, he just saw the scars as they were—ugly, at times even horrifying, and he expected no less of this brutal, desensitized man behind him. He didn’t even want to speak of those scars, didn’t want to run the risk of hearing Reno admit that they were every bit as awful as Rufus thought they were, and then some.

    “Ain’t nobody perfect, yo,” Reno said, and Rufus heard him undressing but he was too tense to care much about it. “Just ‘cause you got some nasty scars on you don’t make you special.”

    “No, of course not,” Rufus murmured, wondering what on earth would qualify as special to Reno—apparently, blond hair and tits. Silently, he finished his thought that while it didn’t make him special, it certainly kept him from being special to anyone. Rufus ShinRa would never get another person in his life on the basis of his looks anymore, not after that awful night when everything blew to hell around him. He might get them on the basis of his name, on the basis of his position and power, but never on his looks…And, to some people, looks were everything…

    “You want me to cry you a river, yo, or what?” Reno asked. “Everybody’s got fucking problems, Rufus—you ain’t the only one.”

    “Do you have another setting besides prick?” Rufus asked, still not turning to face him.

    “You ain’t paying me to be nice to you,” Reno reminded him.

    “Well, I’m not paying you to speak, then, either!” Rufus snapped, embarrassed that he’d brought up their little arrangement again. Each time he did, it made Rufus feel worse, and he was a breath away from just giving the whole thing up. He could unlearn his fascination with Reno, surely! And it would certainly bode better for him if he did.

    “Consider it a complimentary gift, yo,” Reno lowly said, the amusement thick in his voice.

    Rufus headed for the bathroom, intent on just waiting inside until the red-head grew bored and left. The less he exposed himself to Reno, the safer he would be. The whole night had been a disaster and they clearly had no common ground to meet on, particularly not where sex was concerned. He wasn’t afraid to rely on a well-timed retreat—he would admit that he was a coward where Reno was concerned, if only because of his fragile ego and his own lingering issues. Reno was the one person in the world who was not in awe and leery fear of Rufus’s power, who wasn’t afraid to say exactly what was on his mind, who wouldn’t bend to Rufus’s will or whims. In the world of Rufus ShinRa, such a person was frightening and best avoided. At least with distance they could pretend the rules were still in place, that Rufus was the “Boss” he’d always been, and Reno was still the unpredictable dog.

    He didn’t even hear Reno move, the man was that fast. One second he was somewhere at Rufus’s back, and the next he was in front of him, blocking his route.

    “I need to use the bathroom,” Rufus snapped, but he still sounded sullen.

    “The fuck you do,” Reno said, and gazed down at him with those half-lidded, cruelly interested and utterly arresting blue eyes. “You’re rabbiting, yo.”

    “What?” Rufus asked, cloaking himself in misunderstand of the man’s slang, though he knew very well what Reno meant—running like a rabbit, scared as a cotton-tail. Still, at least if he feigned not understanding the man’s under-plate drawl, Reno might get irritated enough at their class difference and just leave.

    “Don’t play dumb, boss,” Reno said, smirking. “Ain’t either of us stupid, yo, so just drop it.”

    “This,” Rufus exclaimed, taking a step back from him because when Reno loomed close like that it was more than just a touch disconcerting. He was just too tall, too lithely muscled. He made Rufus feel puny in comparison, even though he was the heavier of the two. Still, Reno had a solid, unyielding strength of will that Rufus felt he himself lacked, and so far he’d been able to keep his panic quietly contained on that count, but not if Reno kept worrying him like a dog with a bone, intimidating him by invading his personal space. “Has gone way too far!”

    “What’s that, boss?” Reno asked, cocking his head, red hair falling around his pale face, that pretty-as-a-girl’s face. Christ, why did he have to look so damnably approachable and innocent when he was as heartless as a snake? It just wasn’t fair.

    “This!” Rufus hissed, gesturing at Reno, noticing suddenly that the man had, indeed, been undressing, suddenly reminded of his own nudity, the scars, and his shame. He blushed again, a flawed has-been standing exposed before the supple smoothness of perfection. Despite those atrocious and frightening images all over his arms and sides, Reno was unmarred by anything as awful and ugly as Rufus’s own scars. “This was a bad idea! I can write it off the last time as being drunk—it was a mistake, but it happened and we can both just forget about it—”

    “You paid, yo,” Reno told him, those blue eyes shuttering, suddenly cold.

    Rufus blanched, dropping his eyes, idly focusing on the gleaming button of Reno’s worn jeans. At least he was still that dressed! He hadn’t worn his Turk suit, and for whatever reason Rufus was abjectly grateful. The last thing he wanted reminders of were the things that kept them worlds apart.

    “It was a favor,” Rufus whispered, wishing it had been. He knew why he’d done it—he wanted to see what it was like, to see if his reaction had been a one-time thing caused by too much alcohol and Charlie’s amazing skills. He wanted to have Reno’s rough, impersonal hands on him again, to see if there was a difference in the cold creature who killed for him and the one who would curl around his body like a lithe beast and have him to the tips of his predicured toes. It was curiosity, that was all. Just curiosity…

    “Yeah?” Reno lazily inquired, sounding bored. “Well, so’s this—but this favor is kinda cutting into my night, yo, so cut the shit.”

    “Well, if you’re in so much of a hurry,” Rufus tightly told him, his gaze snapping back up to Reno’s blank, bored face. “Then maybe you should just go.”

    “Chickenshit,” Reno called him, and gave Rufus an impersonal shove towards the bed. “Make your mind up, yo, don’t make me no difference—bed or floor, whichever, but you paid.”

    Rufus felt his stomach sink at Reno’s casual announcement that he would as good as rape him if needs be to be freed of his “favor”. It was appalling just how easily those words spilled from his thin, beautiful lips, with no more emotional involvement than a discussion of the weather would evoke. It was black and white for Reno—you paid, you played whether you wanted to or not. You got what you put the money down for.

    “Christ, what kind of monster are you?” he asked, his pulse pounding in his throat, his adrenaline pumping and something very like fear racing through his nerves.

    “The kind you require, yo,” Reno reminded. “Hurry the fuck up, Rufus, I got places to be.”

    “You’re not exactly setting a mood here!” Rufus pointed out, yet his body was still at attention, apparently undisturbed by things like decency and morality.

    Reno laughed a little, genuinely amused, and asked, “The fuck, yo? You some kind of little girl or something, boss? You need to make out first? You’re a goddamned dude, Rufus—fucking act like one. Shit!”

    Rufus opened his mouth in a shocked attempt to loudly protest, but Reno cut him off, saying, “You’re gonna get your mouth running, I’m gonna put it to good use, ‘cause I ain’t got the time to talk you into doin’ something you wanna do. You want it, it’s on the table, lets go, already, fuck!”

    Put it to good use?! Jesus! Just the thought of actually sucking Reno’s cock was as horrifying as it was arousing, and Rufus just stared at him, aghast and needy, his brain finally taking the backseat to sulk at his continued ignoring of its various and truthful predictions. This was not going to go well…

    Reno popped the button on his pants and unzipped them like he stripped for a living. He even had that same bored look on his face that Rufus had seen on strippers’ faces—this is just work, I am so not involved, here.

    His thumbs hooked into the lip of his jeans and he gave them a shove to push them past his hips. He didn’t try to take them all the way off. He still had those scuffed and dirty combat boots on so he clearly had no plans on undressing completely, but what he did was more than enough to make Rufus swallow convulsively.

    Those tattoos did, indeed, meet in a Vee above his groin, swirling tendrils of leaves and blood making the edges indistinct. That all by itself was immensely arousing, but when Reno shifted to free himself, Rufus almost swallowed his tongue.

    Eyes wide and unblinking, mouth still hanging open in shock, Rufus stared down at a gleaming, heavy silver piercing right through the tip of Reno’s gorgeous cock. It was a semi-circle of metal that nearly met at the ends and it ran right through the top of his penis and out through the urethra.

    “Oh my God!” Rufus choked, more surprised by the piercing than he was by the sight of that stiff white flesh. He didn’t even fully comprehend that his cock was flawlessly smooth and just as perfect as the rest of Reno, he could only stare at that piercing and gasp for breath, thinking of how painful such a thing must be to get.

    And then he thought of it inside him, as it clearly had been the last time they’d been together. That thought made him shiver, and Reno smirked at him, saying, “Yeah, yeah, get over it. I’ve had it for fifteen years, yo, so deal.”

    “Oh my—holy shit, Reno! Didn’t that hurt?” he managed, actually drawing back as if afraid of it.

    “It was worth it,” Reno said, and the expression on his face very clearly said that something as trifling as pain wouldn’t keep him from something he wanted. “Get on the bed, yo.”
   
    “Is it…I mean…safe?” Rufus asked, backing towards the bed, eyes still glued to that piercing.

    “Quit being such a cunt and let me worry about shit like that,” Reno ordered, moving forward with that hip-rolling gait of his, in no way hindered by his open jeans or his swaying erection weighed down by that large, terrifying piercing.

    Rufus hit the edge of the bed and sat down, his face tilted up slightly to keep his eye on Reno’s purported “prize.”

    Reno just gave him a push backwards, rather roughly urging him to roll over onto his belly. Rufus wasn’t so sure that was a good idea but, then, the entire night hadn’t been a good idea so why stop the train-wreck of disasters now? He didn’t even have the presence of mind to shudder, he just crawled up his huge and perfectly made bed on all fours, acutely aware of the man at his back, every hair on his nape lifted in terror.

    The bed sank behind him, Reno’s knee shifting against the inside of his own. He felt the rough cloth of denim and realized that the man had every intention of fucking him just as he was, without going to the trouble of undressing. The bed jostled again and Reno was kneeling behind him.

    Rufus lowered his head and shuddered, eyes closed, his breath coming out in a long, stuttering rush of nerves. When Reno’s warm fingers brushed him, he started and the man chuckled, murmuring, “Jumpy as a virgin, yo—fuckin’ ridiculous.”

    Such an undignified position, so open and vulnerable. He couldn’t really believe that he was willingly doing this, and for a long, insane moment he imagined that this must be some kind of nightmare—maybe he was still in a coma, maybe he’d never woken up after Meteor-Fall, maybe he was hooked to tubes and machines somewhere with most of his body truly burned away and unresponsive and his Turks were scattered to the four winds…maybe…

    “You make this take any longer than it has to, and I’m gonna fuckin’ hurt you, yo,” Reno informed him, and Rufus heard him fumbling with something, felt the brush of his body. He recalled that heavy ring and felt a deep ache of fear in his gut, but then he remembered why it was so vivid—Reno hadn’t exactly been uninterested at the time, and thinking of it gave Rufus some kind of sick, dark hope that the man wasn’t totally impervious to him, even if he was covered in ugly scars.

    Reno’s hand moved to cup one cheek, pushing him open. A second later slippery, warm metal pressed against him, and Rufus tensed in reflex, worried.

    “Fucking shit, Rufus, what the fuck did I just tell you? Fucker!” Reno snapped, and Rufus was utterly outraged when that hand came off of him long enough to plant a hard, stinging, and completely business-like slap on his backside. It shocked Rufus enough that he wasn’t so focused on his fear, and before he could take a breath to argue the intelligence of this happening, Reno was already slipping inside him, lube-slick and hot.

    “Christ!” Rufus hissed, teeth clenched against the pain of it. Wasn’t this kind of thing supposed to feel good? Reno ignored his hiss and his other, slick hand took up its place on Rufus’s hip, his hips rocking to feed that cock into him. It hurt worse than anything Rufus could recall except for the accident that had left him so flawed, but his own erection kept throbbing insistently as if even this could not sway it.

    “You get any more tense, yo, and this is gonna go real bad for you,” Reno warned, and his voice was just as neutral and bored as it ever was.

    Rufus breathed, something he’d been neglecting to do if the spots before his eyes meant anything. He breathed and willed himself to loosen up, to uncoil, to just fucking let it go. His body slowly released the tension it had been holding, and the more he relaxed the less it hurt.

    “Better,” Reno grunted, hands hard and impersonal on his hips, the long fingers curled into soft, unmarked skin and scar alike, no flinching, no drawing back. Those lean hips flexed behind him and he moved closer, so deep inside Rufus that he was certain he would just rupture something and be done with it. Finally, he felt the rough material of Reno’s jeans brush against his backside and knew that was it—he’d just consciously and willingly taken a cock, ball-deep.

    “Holy Christ!” he moaned, shuddering hard at the realization, his whole body breaking out into a cold sweat.

    “Doin’ it for ya, ain’t it, boss?” Reno asked, and if he were the least bit affected by it, it didn’t show in his voice. His sinewy hips tightened against Rufus’s backside and his fingers dug deep into the man’s flesh. “Hang on.”

    Rufus wished he had something to hang on to. Reno drew back and lunged forward, forcing a harsh, guttural cry from Rufus’s lips as he roughly sank back to the quick inside him. But the pain, however, quickly took second place to the heat building within him. He wasn’t sure if it was the shape of Reno’s admittedly beautiful cock, that decadent piercing, or a combination of the two, but whatever it was worked—with every deep and measured thrust he filled Rufus much further than his body could comfortably conform to, and in the process he shoved against things that might not otherwise have been stimulated. After a frightening, awful moment when Rufus was sure he was either going to piss himself or cum, he got his brain around the fact that it wasn’t just his mind making him feel so good. It was the fucking.

    It felt good. It felt better than good. It felt amazing and Rufus found himself holding onto the bedspread like it was his last hope of salvation. And who knew, maybe it was—in a world where he let some half-feral killing machine ride him like he was some kind of roller-coaster, where Rufus-fucking-ShinRa lay writhing and begging like some squirming actress in one of Reno’s perpetual porn films, then maybe, just maybe, a bedspread could save his soul.

    Because he certainly wasn’t going to bother.

    His arms weakened and he dropped to his elbows with Reno’s naked belly slapping against him, his skin as smooth and hairless as a baby’s. He couldn’t even hear his Turk breathing, but he felt his concentration, his morbid interest in what was happening. Rufus might not incite the least of desires in Reno with his scarred and blemished body, but he certainly kept the man’s lazy attention. Those fingers were nearly crushing with the strength of their grip as he surged deep in a quick, forceful rhythm so that Rufus writhed on him, completely lost.

    Ready to erupt at the least friction, Rufus managed to lift one shaking hand and stroked himself, his body bucking as he came after the first few hard tugs. His balls tightened and his back bowed, his entire body rocking in blinding pleasure as he spurted over his fingers onto his bed. He panted and moaned, aware that he sounded little better than a two-gil whore but not caring about it with the climax riding him damned-near as hard as Reno was. It was a climax that fed on itself and on the rough thrusting of Reno’s body, spiraling up and up until Rufus was so euphoric even the pain had stopped bothering him.

    Shuddering as it started to fade, Rufus let his head drop back down and let his frantic hand slow its pace, his shivering body relishing every forceful shove of Reno’s hips behind him, jarring him, filling him, that piercing sliding along inside him with mute skill.
Reno’s hand moved from his hip and covered his wrist, forcing him to keep stroking, to hasten his rhythm. The man didn’t touch him, no, but his message was clear enough—keep it up.

    Rufus obeyed even though it was almost painful, and his panting little cries conveyed that. Perhaps it was his pain Reno wanted, or even the power to know he could force Rufus to do such a thing, but when Rufus shocked himself with another slightly painful and gut-wrenching orgasm, Reno lunged up over his back and came with him, as silent as the death he so often delivered.

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Comments

[etrix.livejournal.com]

It's interesting to read this again, having read the whole thing over on ff.net. I'm picking up stuff I missed before.

Rufus' self-consciousness about his scarring is still wrenching. He exposed himself without care to people who didn't matter, but exposing them to Reno made him panic. Soooo Reno matters, and Rufus doesn't realize it yet.

Enjoying it as always.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm so far behind on LJ, but I don't want to flood people's friends page with my stuffs! Still recovering from my computer disaster--there went weeks worth of beta work! D'oh!

[egyptianchaos.livejournal.com]

Alright, so, I've been reading this fic for a while (and Reno is God) and I just have to say...

This is so amazing, I'm floored by each chapter!

XD I love all the inner thoughts, all the descriptions, just... there aren't words sometimes.

I just had to tell you. :3 Your fics are awesomem and I hope it's okay that I decided to watch your journal for updates? :X If not, just let me know.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

That is seriously fine by me! But if you want to watch my community page, I put links to all of the updates there. If you wanna do that, too, (As a back up) the link is on the side bar of my journal as Master Fic List (To Avoid Headacheds!) and it takes you straight to Yang_Si_Yi_De...Yeah, I used my Chinese name, it works. I'm really glad you like my stuff and I really appreciate your interest! I've been kinda slow about putting stuff up on LJ, but I'm trying to be better now without spamming people's friends page. Thanks again!

[garinarayne.livejournal.com]

This doesn't get any less hot on repeated reading. I adore the way you write these two, and this Reno is currently vying with 'Beginning of the End' Reno to be my favourite.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Sweet! Thanks so much! I'm a little torn myself on which one I loves the best!

[gracespradlin.livejournal.com]

Wow! This story is very well-written. Rufus' lack of resistance or any standing up for himself is really killing me. You've painted him out to be "all talk" when many of us believed he could back himself up. That his threats weren't without merit. But all things considered, the way you have written his is exceptional. I'm still waiting for Rufus to kick Reno's ass, and then screw him. And then make up. I don't know... You have me hooked!

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Hooked is good, yeah? Rufus usually does back his shit up (that sounded so wrong just now...) but Reno has a tendency to not be bothered by him, so it sorta breaks his powerbase a little. Glad you like it so far, and I hope you like the end!

[sunlit-shadows.livejournal.com]

just read all of dog will hunt and reno is god- i love your writing style! thanks for adding me back when i friended you out of the blue, haha. :)

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

No problem, glad you liked it! I finished DWH on FF.net, but I'm getting around to posting it on LJ, too! If you wanna watch my community instead (it's my master fic list, kinda less of a headache!) feel free--it's on the sidebar of my journal under links. It's a little more organized than my disaster of a journal!

[f-mystic.livejournal.com]

Another yummy chapter! I love this one. Rufus' sensitivity over exposing his scars is so realistic, as is Reno's misperception of his discomfomfort. Oh, and Rufus' reaction to Reno's piercing was not only funny, but gives insight to both characters. I applaud you!

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I couldn't resist the piercing, I have a small (gaping, gynormous, chasm-like) weakness for Prince Alberts :D

[renos-emr.livejournal.com]

Okay I got to admit I like the whole Rufus scars thing... When I write him he's a spoilt little shit haha! I think he's run a mile if he saw this ;)

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I tried to keep in mind that he DID get blown up :D Figured that had to lead to some scarring! I hope he wouldn't run, that would be awful!