There was no way to describe Reno when he was asleep. In fact, he was a
flat contradiction so often that Rufus had given up trying to figure him
out, if only because of the soon to follow migraine. A migraine very
similar to the one building between his eyes at that exact moment, the
unpleasant follow up to fighting Reno for bed space. I'm losing to a
comatose floral half breed. After all, only weeds were this hard to
If he wanted comfort, he'd have to get within the other's embrace,
submitting himself to a hug as Reno wrapped around him as if he were a
plushy for the rest of the night. He wouldn't admit to himself that it
wasn't really so bad, that it was actually sort of pleasant having the
Turk coiled around him, snuggling so closely after their intimacies, an
almost comforting presence ... He rolled his eyes. Reno comforting?!
Yeah right. A royal pain in the rear was more like it.
Why was he doing this? There were others he could sate his desires with
other than the insolent Turk, all of which would treat him with a
modicrum of respect, the respect due his position, of course, but which
fell over onto him by it's very nature. Reno went out of his way to not
only make his life miserable with all his pranks but to insult him every
chance he got.
Oh well. Rufus's lips twisted into a wry smile as he reluctantly slid
within Reno's invisible range. The Turk immediately wrapped an arm
around him and glomped, rearranging Rufus so that he was being
thoroughly snuggled. He sighed and resisted the urge to rub his temples
in frustration. There was no stopping Reno when he made his mind up,
conscious or not, about something. You either gave in or got run over.
Maybe it isn't so bad ... he thought, trailing fingers lightly
across the Turk's scars as he stared blankly at the ceiling. At least
the annoying contradiction was pleasantly silent and still for once.
Silent as death. He trailed the finger lightly down to the lips,
brushing the tip caressingly across the curve, enjoying the moment of
control. Yes, right now I have absolute power over you. Don't you
hate it so? It was a pleasant thought, the small fantasy of holding
Reno captive to his will. Don't I already have him? He's mine, isn't
he? No, never his. Too independent, too unpredictable, too distant.
Rufus tangled a hand in the long red mane, pulling the Turk even closer
to him I own you. Get used to it, Reno. I have every right and power
to do what I want to you. I'm not letting you escape. Pleased with
the odd ritual, the president let himself relax, his grip loosening just
enough to let him slip into a doze, not quite sleeping and not quite
awake, lingering on the edge of dreams.
The phone rang. Or more accurately, a phone rang. Which one or whose
it was in the elaborately made-up apartment wasn't quite as clear. His
brows drew together in frustration, What is it now?? A grumbled
curse issued from the red head next to him and a click as the phone was
turned on in it's second ring. Reno's voice was loud in the sudden
quiet even though it was barely above a whisper. "Whaddaya want?"
Silence. "Now?" His curiosity was pricked, who would be calling Reno
at this time of night? Surely not the other Turks?
Silence. "Ano ... yes ... no ... no ... can't answer that on the
grounds that it might incriminate me." Another wry smile tugged at his
lips, though he kept his expression as before, so as not to let on that
he was awake. How very like Reno ... how very odd he had chosen to keep
their trysts a secret.
Squawking as whoever it was on the phone yelled in Reno's ear, "Cripes,
chief, not so loud, yer gonna wake - nevermind." Silence. "Nah, ya
More squawking as Tseng, the only person it could be, chewed Reno out,
"Yes, Tseng-sama, I heard you, Tseng-sama, can I get my hearing back
The Turk sighed nearly silently as the phone was turned off with another
click. The bed shifted as Reno carefully disentangled himself from
Rufus in the effort to avoid waking him. Lips brushed across his own as
his face was cupped lightly in the other man's hands, the unruly strands
of his short blonde hair pushed tenderly away from his face. Then Reno
was gone, vanishing silently in the darkness of the room before Rufus
dared to open his eyes.
He waited patiently for the sound of the door being locked before he
slowly slid out of the warm bed into the cool created air of his
apartment. Feeling absurdly like a ghost, a mere phantom of himself, as
he dragged the thin white under blanket with him, he slipped into the
bathroom and reached for the switch. A flash of bright fluorescence ad
the light was on, making him squint till his eyes adjusted. With the
brilliance casting an shaft of light across the bedroom, he suddenly
forgot why he had entered in the first place. Yes, there was some
phantom tugging to do something, but it had dissipated almost like Reno
had, here for one moment, gone the next. Sighing, he drifted out into
the darker room, eyes roaming restlessly across every unfamiliar line of
a room he used so rarely.
Dim light glimmered behind the drawn curtains, drawing him across the
empty room to the window. He drew back the drapes to stare out into
smoky haze covering Midgar. I'm not jealous ... Why should he be?
It wasn't as if he cared or even desired to have the little pain around
longer than it took to enjoy a moment of carnal pleasure. Yet Tseng
drew obedience from the red head with a single word. Rufus had to force
that obedience through pain and blackmail, only to have the obedience
vanish away as Reno escaped his grasp once more ... watching the smile
taunt him as he danced away. The Turk was Tseng's dutiful puppy, always
waiting till he was called. Everyone knew where Reno's alliances really
lay; with Tseng and the Turks. His face twisted into a snarl. Damn
the Turks. Damn Tseng. Damn Reno.
The curtains twisted in his grip, brutalized as he stared coldly into
the neon broken darkness of his smoking city. He had the control.
Didn't they understand that? They were his to command. He was his
to command. How dare he rebel, how dare he dance to another's tune!
But ... but ... I don't control him ... his thoughts petered out as
his hands trembled I have everything, anything, at a moment's whim ...
I have Midgar in the palm of my hand ... and I can't control a single
soul ... damn you, damn you, damn you, Reno.
The curtains fell back into place with a sweep of ghostly white as he
released them, hiding his city from his eyes. Reno was out there
somewhere, risking his life on some mission. The little fool who could
barely traverse a hall without somehow being involved in some chaotic
disaster ... given a gun and sent out to kill. He's a professional.
That was the difference. Rufus would kill in his own defense, he even
admitted to paranoia that would have made the Turk proud ... yet, Reno
... is cold ... so cold
I am the icicle, yet even I am not so ruthless, so impersonal, so
uncaring, so willing to take the snake to my bed. Who was the viper
here? Me or him ... Reno would come back. He expected no less from
his weapon. I send you out and bring you back. My little Turks.
Lifting his head high, the cool fašade slipping easily into place, he
glided back to the bed, feeling that odd emptiness being filled with his
usual self-assurance. Red numbers flickered quietly on the lamp stand,
outlining the clock as dawn approached. Had he stood so long before the
window? I'll pay for it in the morning.
Silently, he slid between the sheets, making a face at the cold as he
settled down to sleep. Just as he began to drift, uneasy in a bed he
used so little, the click of the door being unlocked tore him from his
phantom dreamings. Footsteps near silent yet distinct, as the erstwhile
Turk slid back into the room. Rustlings as Reno crawled onto the bed
with all caution he was capable of in Rufus's presence.
"Where have you been?" The question was quiet, yet almost menacing, even
as Rufus didn't bother to move or open his eyes.
If Reno noticed it, he gave no sign, his voice eternally cheerful even
as it was a whisper. "Out."
"Hhn." Arms wrapped around him in the dark, drawing the other man closer
to him, bare skin pressing to bare skin as they entwined once more.
"Mission." It was not a question.
"Mission." Quiet affirmative, with none of the usual cheer, more sleepy
and dull than Rufus was used to hearing. He buried his nose in the
thick red hair as the Turk snuggled avidly, typical in his behavior ...
yet so cold ... Smoke and metal, burning heat and ash flavored the scent
of the other man now, mute testament to his nightly reign of death.
Phantom lips pressed to his neck before they trailed to his cheek,
resting lightly at the corner of his mouth before they were gone. Arms
tightened as the captive heartbeat thudded near his own. Then the Turk
was silent and still again, once more in control, tightly leashed to his
president in body, mind, heart, and soul. Mine. Fingers pressed into
ruby locks, claiming possession, however illusionary, once more. All
Tomorrow we dance apart again, lights that touch and move on ...
Rufus bent his head to Reno's, gold mixing with red, and sighed, both
ironically and contentedly, satisfied to remain in the other's arms till
a dawn not so far away.
Gray light slowly washed over the world, but stood unremarked and
unwelcomed in one darkened, silent room.
Final Fantasy VII