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All You Have to Offer [FFVII]
Title: All You Have to Offer
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rufus/Reno, fics in an arc, 1000+ words each
Characters/Pairings included: Just them
Wordcount: 2023
Rating: MA
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Rufus has decided what he wants from Reno.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This is a direct continuation of Being Watched, so read that one first. I want to give an apology if the flow of this breaks down at any point. I was finding it very difficult to write somehow. Probably because on some level the power dynamics of this relationship are freaking weird. Also, Rufus fails at clothing. ...You'll see.

“Think about it,” Reno had said. And think he had. It was all, in fact, that he had done for the past hour or so as he rolled around, making a vague and unsuccessful attempt at sleeping. The bed was indeed too soft and, Rufus now thought, a bit too large for one person. All this time telling himself he didn’t need anyone, he didn’t care, only to be broken by one brief touch he wanted again, wanted desperately.

...Damn Turk had fallen asleep. Jerk.

Rufus decided that this whole trying to get to sleep business was futile, rolled out of bed and wandered over to where the Turk was curled up on the sofa. Somehow the image ended up being remarkably cute-- sort of reminiscent of when Dark Nation curled up at the foot of his bed, except not so furry-- but he pushed that thought aside. For one, equating Reno and Dark Nation was just mildly creepy. And anyway, Turk was waking up. Now.

“Reno,” Rufus whispered forcefully, and the redhead immediately stirred.

“What?” For a brief moment, he looked confused, but soon gathered his wits about him. Rufus at least had been right about the man’s ability to serve as a bodyguard. He wasn’t likely to sleep through much of anything, it seemed. Reno blinked a couple times to clear his eyes. “Rufus,” he observed.

“I have an answer for you,” the younger man stated, and Reno quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh?” And rather than say anything else, Rufus leaned down and pressed his lips forcefully against the Turk’s. This was not a time for words. Reno was still for a moment, tense, but got over it in about half a second and wrapped his arms around Rufus. His lips parted ever so slightly and the younger man took the opportunity to venture further with his tongue, eliciting a soft, happy murmur. Rufus’ hand found the edge of the shirt Reno hadn’t bothered to remove and slid under, caressing the bared skin underneath. His other hand started at Reno’s neck and fumbled unsuccessfully with buttons--a moment later he broke the kiss in favor of giving more attention to that task. Removing other people’s clothing wasn’t exactly a practiced skill.

“That was an answer,” Reno muttered in a voice that sounded half dazed and half amused as he watched the younger man continue to struggle a bit with the buttons even now having two hands and far more concentration. Rufus himself was already lacking a shirt, having been dressed for sleeping unlike his bodyguard. He couldn’t fault the man for not bothering to change if he was sleeping on the sofa, but he was finding the extra step here frustrating. “Need help?” the Turk offered, half-jokingly, and Rufus shook his head.

“No,” he replied flatly. He would not be defeated by buttons. Besides, he had undone most of them already. This particular Turk never had all of his buttons fastened in the first place. Reno meanwhile sought to distract him by trailing fingers over the younger man’s neck, chest, shoulder, leaving his skin to tingle slightly in their wake. There, now he was done messing with the stupid shirt, which Reno quickly wriggled out of, and would be able to actually enjoy that sensation.

“What is it you want, exactly?” the Turk asked softly, fingers still tracing lines across the younger man’s torso. Even if it had first struck him as mildly silly, Rufus understood the question for what it was: Reno was looking for boundaries.

“More,” he replied first, “everything.” He suspected Reno had caught on to what was implied by the whole lack of girlfriend, lack of boyfriend line of questioning, namely that this was all new territory. Rufus had no doubt that this night was going to lead to a whole set of firsts all at once. And that was fine--welcome, in fact. Rufus had never been the type to do anything halfway, and he had before him a golden opportunity. The Turk replied with a lopsided smile.

“Works for me,” he replied, tugging on Rufus’ arm in such a way that fully toppled him over so he was sprawled on top of Reno on the sofa. “Better,” the Turk commented with a grin before moving to nibble lightly at Rufus’ neck. At this proximity, the younger man was struck with all sorts of new sensations--Reno’s breath against his neck, the warmth of Reno’s chest pressed against his, the feeling of Reno’s cock pressed against his thigh, already hard. He was awash with sensation, so much he almost couldn’t process it all, and he liked that feeling. Loved it. It was an instant addiction.

As the redhead continued to nibble and caress, he found him own hands venturing farther downward, only to be thwarted by the pants Reno was still wearing, and a belt he had not the sense to deal with at the moment, and settled for feeling the contours of his body through the fabric. Really, must the Turk have been fully clothed? But the action got a quiet moan out of Reno nonetheless, and that brought a smile to Rufus’ lips. He tugged lightly at the belt again.

“Let’s dispose of this, shall we?”

“Yeah,” Reno muttered, a moment later adding, “you kind of have to get off of me first.” Rufus frowned slightly.

“Right, that would help.” With great reluctance, he slid from his rather comfortable position to the floor, and focused on removing what was left of his own clothing. Once completely nude, he sat again at the edge of the bed, softer and more spacious than the sofa. He wrapped himself in the sheets as a defense against the coolness of the air, though it wasn’t more than a few seconds before Reno joined him again. The Turk placed his hands on Rufus’ shoulders and pushed him over onto the bed so that soon they were in a position just the opposite of before, immersed in a kiss--A human blanket in place of the cloth ones. Though the comparison might be a bit unfair, as blankets didn’t generally have a mouth to be suckling at Rufus’ nipple, nor fingers to be wrapped around his cock.

The younger man melted under the touches, savoring the sensations. Reno’s hands were magic--soft and warm and oh so much better than doing this by himself. The Turk’s other hand wandered over his body, caressed his stomach, his side, slid underneath him and over his back, his arse, pressed a finger into him gently.

Rufus suddenly tensed, if for no other reason than the realization that he had let this situation out of his control. And Rufus Shinra never ever let anything out of his control. Not if he could help it.

“Stop,” he commanded. The hands left their places in favor of supporting the Turk so he could look at Rufus face to face.

“Huh?” Rufus frowned, notedly disappointed by the lack of hands where there had been hands a moment prior, but ignoring the thought. He had something to say. 

“I did not give you permission to be in control, Turk.” Reno frowned and watched Rufus for a moment incredulously.

“Really, I would have taken the moans as encouragement,” he replied with a roll of his eyes. “And I should tell you, Mr. Vice President, if you call me ‘Turk’ again I am going to just go back to the sofa. By myself.” His eyes were threateningly serious, and Rufus knew the Tur--Reno meant what he said. A moment of silence passed as the two engaged in a staring contest of sorts; a battle of wills. It was Reno who broke the silence.

“So what was it you wanted me to stop?” he asked, his voice holding an edge of defiance, if not a hint of danger, as he went back tracing patterns over the younger man’s chest with his fingers. “Is this what you don’t like?” he whispered, breath hot against the younger man’s ear, “Or when I touch you here?” The fingers moved lower, sweeping across his belly, playing lightly with the hairs around his crotch. Calculatedly lightly, in fact; tantalizing. “Or...?” He nibbled at the ear into which he had been whispering. Rufus was melting again, torn between being frustrated by the effect the other seemed to have on him and desperately wanting more.

“Don’t toy with me, Turk.” Reno said nothing other than to let out a frustrated grunt, stop what he was doing, and move as if to leave. Rufus grabbed Reno solidly by the wrist, almost instinctively, before he had a chance to get away.

“Reno,” he corrected. The Turk responded with a nod and a small, satisfied smile.

“Better.” Rufus used the grip he had on Reno’s wrist to pull the Turk back down and took the opportunity to reverse their positions-- Reno now pinned underneath him.

“Better,” he echoed with a smile that almost certainly held a hint of triumph, before mirroring Reno’s earlier actions, letting his fingers and tongue roam over the other’s body, and watching him similarly melt. Even if it was all mimicry of a few moments prior, Rufus prided himself on being a fast learner even from this kind of lesson. Every sigh and moan he got out of the Turk was another feather in his cap.

“Take me,” Reno whispered, and Rufus glanced at him smugly as he pressed a finger into the other’s arse, eliciting a gasp.

“That what you’re asking for?” he whispered back and received a nod in reply.

“If you want to be in control, then go ahead.” At that, Rufus nodded, and pushed his finger deeper, then added another. “Lotion, though,” the Turk muttered as an afterthought or in response to Rufus’ actions, “would make things easier. I’m sure there’s some in here somewhere.” He made an attempt to wriggle out of Rufus’ grasp in order to search, and Rufus reluctantly allowed it. He didn’t like the thought of letting Reno go, even only briefly and only for the sake of things being better later.

Temporarily alone on the bed, Rufus again wrapped himself in the blankets. Without Reno with him he felt cold, and for some reason intensely aware of his nakedness, and his arousal. It was a relief when he heard an “aha” float out from the hotel bathroom, and his companion reappeared holding a small bottle. He let the other discard the blankets.

Reno poured out a glob of lotion and rubbed it between his hands for a moment, then wrapped his hands around Rufus’ cock, causing the younger man to shiver slightly, half from the touch and half because the lotion, despite the Turk’s best attempts at warming it, was still noticeably cold. Reno’s hands, somewhat disappointingly, stayed only long enough to accomplish the task, but whatever disappointment Rufus felt was made up for as Reno knelt beside him on the bed, ready, waiting.

Rufus poured more lotion onto his own fingers and probed Reno’s arse, lightly and then more forcefully. The coolness of the lotion combined with the heat of Reno’s skin into a feeling irresistable; Rufus couldn’t stand waiting any longer, and replaced his fingers with his ever-hardening cock. The sensations, then, were only more fantastic, cool slipperiness of the lotion contrasted with the warm friction of skin tight around him. His hands rested on Reno’s hips, guiding a rhythm back and forth, in and out. Reno grabbed hold of Rufus’ hand and brought it forward to grasp his cock, which the younger man obliged.

Rufus would not be able to say exactly how long they had spent like that, aside from it had been long enough, it had been fantastic, and that he had come first and Reno shortly after. In the end, they both flopped onto the bed, exhausted. Reno nuzzled into Rufus’ chest, and Rufus wrapped his arms around the other man tightly, possessively.

The bed was still a little too soft, and much too big for a single person. But two, Rufus decided, managed to fill the space rather nicely.