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Log; Completed
When; May 11th (omg...backdated like WOAH)
Rating; PG-13...maybe totterin' on an R?
Characters; Reno & Rufus
Summary; Gender bender Day makes for a very grumpy Rufus and a far too happy Reno. It also takes place just after Reno breaks down Rufus's door, see [here]. :D & I am bad at summaries, so why do I even bother to attempt to make something....reasonable.
Log;
Reno took a step back and positioned himself before raising a leg into the air. A death sentence, surely that was what Reno was looking for breaking down Rufus's bedroom door. But with his pretty much only chance in his entire lifespan, however short that might be, to see his boss as a woman clearly was higher up on the hierarchy that death. Then again, when had death been a major concern the redhead to begin with? Death was just something that was bound to happen in his mind, might as well live whatever time you’ve got to the fullest. Grinning uncontrollably the thought of seeing his boss all feminine made the risk even more inviting.
THREE!
With a profound kick, the door barely stood in his place. Those poor hinges had just been reinstalled the other day. On the door itself, there was an impression where Reno's boot had been. Just because the door was still standing didn't mean that it won; Reno was too pumped to allow himself to lose to some stupid door. Stepping farther back, Reno tried once again. Crack. This time the door came crashing down before the hot blooded TURK. Rufus wasn’t gonna get away from him so easily.
“See? What did I tell you about nothing getting in my way?” the grin still as wide and as mischievous as ever. Reno: 1. Door: 0.
The idiot was going to kick down his door.
That obnoxiously disobedient idiot was going honest-to-God kick down the door even when he had explicitly ordered otherwise. Such as it was -- there were only two explanations: Either Reno really did desire a quick death at his hands, or he honestly didn't know any better. For a brief moment, Rufus almost entertained thoughts of the latter; the redhead had suffered enough concussions - it only followed logically that some irreversible damage would have been done at some point to his rational that would induce this slew of behavior...
But he knew better. There really was no questioning it; with Reno, his brash, rule-breaking tendencies were at least obvious.
Rolling onto his side and then into a sitting position against the bedpost, the company president-turned-female mustered his most dignified glare of disapproval (which really wasn't all that dignified considering the softer, more feminine lines of his eyes) as the door crashed down to reveal a triumphantly grinning redhead.
Just that much was enough to make him wonder where he'd left his shotgun - whether, in fact, he had managed to lose them between the newfound lumps of constricting flesh on his chest. Considering his luck, the blonde was not going to discount the idea anytime soon. Clearing his throat, Rufus turned away from the younger male to glare petulantly at the dresser across the room.
"Reno," he growled, pulling a pillow onto his lap (and conveniently in front of his chest), "leave the room. Now."
No. No. Absolutely not. Reno was certainly not in awe over his overly and almost sinfully attractive female boss. Of course not. His jaw was only hanging because he couldn't believe that he broke down the door. Yes. Yes, that had been it. Sure, Reno hadn't been given the chance to see Rufus's face, or anything else in finer detail, but just from what he could see made him appreciate all the more about giving up his chance of a painless and safe life for this.
"Uh? I beg your pardon? Did you just ask me to leave after I just knocked down that blasphemy of a barrier to get to see you on such a lovely days like this?" sarcasm dripped from his voice. Sauntering over closer to his boss, Reno made his way right next to the bed. Tossing some of his messy bangs away from his face the Turk gave Rufus his infamous Libertine grin again, "Especially since you exceedingly lovely today Ruffles."
A hand reached out to grab a hold of lock of Rufus's ever delightfully shiny and platinum hair. Bringing the lock to his curled lips almost kissing the hair itself with that, Reno awaited for Rufus's which would hopefully allow him to see his new female face. The Turk could only imagine what it would look like. Oh yes, he was drooling now, at least mentally. But then again, a lot of things involving Rufus made Reno’s pants very happy and getting his saliva on Rufus's hair was a definite, "No No".
"Exceedingly lovely because I have breasts, no doubt," the blonde groused, lips pursing as he made a motion to pull Reno's hand out of his hair. Pointedly, Rufus clutched the pillow closer to his chest with his other arm. Better safe than sorry, he thought, growing more irritated as moments passed by in awkward silence. If the point Reno was trying to get across was that he appeared more attractive as a woman, then Rufus honestly didn't feel like obliging him with any free stares.
"You can leave now that you have seen me," he suggested, a disgruntled scowl etched on his expression. Hands clasping, Rufus returned to staring holes into the wall. "There are plenty of woman who would gladly receive your attention," he added with something like irritation, voice oddly pitched.
Ouch. Reno had seemed to make Rufus particularly upset, but it wasn't like Rufus wasn't normally mind-blowing-ly attractive; it was just that he could never get away with saying such things without getting death threats of glares. Rubbing the back his hand as if Rufus had really hurt it, tainted eyes lowered themselves onto the carpeted floor. 'Bastard,' the redheaded Turk thought, 'Why couldn't you be uglier as a woman so it would make it easier for me to say something back...'
"No, that's not it. You're exceedingly lovely with or without." his tone hinted his acceptance of his defeat. How could Rufus even suggest that he only cared about getting the attention of ladies; had he not over and over, regardless how playful he sounded, told him that he liked no one else? This was really stupid. Extremely stupid in fact.
But this was Reno and he was the biggest fool of them all.
"But if you want me to leave so badly, then you could have just said so instead of telling me to go off and play with other women." Pivoting on his heel Reno turned away from Rufus and faced the direction of the broken doorway. "And you know that I'm a bit of a flirt; ok make that a horrendous flirt, but I don't care if about the attention if it isn't from you.... No one else...matters..." This was just so fucking stupid. Rufus had just gone and ruined his perfectly good mood. Joy.
A monstrously flirty, affection-inclined bundle of red-headed perversion was one thing to deal with, but Rufus could honestly admit that a seriously brooding Reno was another matter altogether. For one thing, the male actually took to heart his words, and that in itself was particularly frustrating when the words he said were ill-planned. It was maddening - especially when he knew he would not take them back. But at that point, Rufus would have given much for the day to be over and done with.
Perhaps a bath would do him well. Or a drink. Probably the latter.
Neither, however, seemed a feasible solution to his current problem, and the blonde resisted the urge to sigh in irritation. Obviously, he had been too blunt with his assertion about women; regardless of how often Reno flirted with others, it was fairly clear to them both that it was harmless and meaningless at best. And much as he felt himself mentally cringe at the thought, perhaps he owed the other male a semblance of an apology for the accusation. It was better, at any rate, than having him storm out and trip over the fallen door.
Lifting his grip from the pillow, Rufus dropped his hands back to his sides and pulled the blankets away. "Reno," he began, gaze flitting over his companion as he stood to his feet. "I told you beforehand that I did not want you entering the room, yet you chose to break down the door regardless of what I said." His lips pursed. (Somehow, he'd lost the apology.)
"We both know that I did not appreciate that action, and I doubt the management will either....But I suppose what I said was also uncalled for."
Reno's mood had grown quite fowl and a few pretty words here and there wasn't really going to make him feel any better. A child. The usually fiery personality was moping around like some wanton child sulking over a cup of spilt milk. Tainted and unnatural crystalline irises found themselves waiting to let the words go. Let them fly off into the distance under his empty shots and gin bottles. Under all those hours he spent in bars drinking so hard and so much that Rude almost actually believed Reno to be dead when he passed out. So stupid. It was so fucking stupid. Reno knew it too. He knew that despite all that Rufus babbled, he would eventually feel bad. 'Eventually' being the key word there.
"Yeah. Yeah. I know....it's all because I refuse to listen to your whines that I get myself into these kinds of messes." He had heard Rufus's movements within the room and noted that he, or perhaps, 'she' footing had become considerably lighter. The Turk almost didn't catch it, but he did catch the traces of what sounded like some sort of apology...?
Usually he would pounce on anything resembling affection or a sort of warmth coming from Rufus, or rather then addressed as, "Ruffles", but his mood was unusually soured. Their reunion ended him a spot on the couch, or as Rufus had put it, 'anywhere but my room'. Sleeping alone was something that this one did not do. At least not often.
"So, we're gonna have some issues with the management for a few days... It's nothing for you to really worry yourself over; I'll take the blame for it and act responsible for something once." Reno raised a hand in air just above his shoulder and waved it at Rufus.
And then there was silence.
"...do you really want me gone, or am I allowed to stay this time?" More silence.
Grimacing, Rufus took a step toward the sulking male, considered taking that same step back, but then resolved himself to stand beside the red-head, arms folded across his chest. With bitter words and a tense stance, the other's foul mood was easy enough to sense. Frankly, he had no desire to do much else besides turn back and fall back into bed - because, really, if Reno had only listened to him in the first place, then this idiotic awkward silence wouldn't have wedged itself between them - but the slightest bit of worry crept into his thoughts as he chanced a glance at the angry Turk.
Arms dropping back to his side, the blonde rubbed the bridge of his nose; if he didn't have a headache from waking to find himself a woman earlier, then he certainly had a migraine now. Miscommunication always seemed to come in no small dosage with them.
Disgruntled, Rufus curled his fingers around the fabric of his large coat. "I was not asking you to take responsibility for a small issue like that, Reno. I can take care of it myself."
He reached out a hand and wrapped it around Reno's wrist (as best he could, anyway, with such feminine hands), gently tugging. "And I cannot stop you from leaving, but I would rather you not leave on bad terms."
So professional. Rufus was always so professional; in his speech, in his actions, in every single thing he ever did. Always so professional. It was the reason why the often misunderstood one another and left him in the dark, lost and confused. Leaving Reno groping in the dark for what he hopefully thought were the answers that he was searching for. All because of Rufus's vague answers always hinted at what he wanted, but he never actually confirmed what he wanted. How hard was to give a definite response?
Rolling his head to look over his shoulder, Reno looked back at Rufus and his smaller feminine hands grabbing a hold of his wrist. Such small and dainty hands. They looked as if Reno could fit them within his own hands which suddenly looked to be so much bigger in comparison. Turning completely around this time, Reno became face to face with Rufus, well as the best he could since Rufus had shrunken during his change into a female state.
"It's not like I haven't left on bad terms before..." the redhead responded admiring his boss's softer facial features and lines. A female Rufus was just as lovely as the male one had been, though Reno couldn't say that one was pretty or more attractive than the other. It was just convenient for him to compliment a female verses a male and get away with it.
"But not in an unfamiliar city," Rufus uttered pointedly. First hand experience had shown him that whenever he - or anyone else - wandered alone in the city, vulnerability had a tendency to set in, and the ticking of the clocks became mind-achingly loud. Considering the recent turn of events and the chaos of the gender-switches, the blonde was not particularly keen on letting the redhead wander unarmed, possibly drunk, and sulking in the streets where molesters and other stalkers roamed.
Brows furrowing, Rufus added, "Until we locate Rude, I do not want you leaving alone to any place." Regardless of his callous attitude, the ShinRa president still worried over his Turks, and after finally finding Reno, he didn't want to lose him again either.
With a mental sigh, he curled his fingers around the now-taller male's hand. "For your safety."
"You take too many words to say what you want." Reno smirked, his foul mood from earlier slowly dissipating. After all, it was stupid. “Couldn’t you just say, 'I would worry about you Reno, so don't leave?' But then again, that'd be considered unethical wouldn't it?"
Rude. Ah yes, Rude. Reno had received some notifications about Rude, and they had arranged a drinking meeting to 'gossip' about what had happened after his disappearance. Technically he was suppose to be with the bald man at the moment, but on Reno's list of priorities, he was significantly lower on the list. The redhead would make it up to his buddy and partner in crime; he always did in the end. Especially with Rufus’s elegant and slender fingers intertwined within his own marred set.
Reno always liked the touch and feel of Rufus's skin, then again he loved to just touch Rufus period. His skin was so smooth and free from any blemishes, and signs of any labor or injury to this flesh that might have flawed it in anyway were nowhere to be seen. When had been the last time they had been like this? Had they even done something as simple and innocent as hand holding before? Reno wasn’t so sure if they had.
Oh yes, any traces from his whining wantoning tantrum fully dissolved away from the surrounding air. "By the way Rufus, have I told you how much I love you today?" A smile.
"Unethical, I suppose, but I have never claimed to be a steadfast believer of ethics either." Lips quirking in a small smirk, Rufus canted his head to the side thoughtfully. "'So don't leave,'" he uttered in all seriousness.
At Reno's next words, however, the blonde stilled. He'd never been known for being particularly affectionate; save for the few times he agreed to 'cuddle' in bed out of exhaustion, relationships seemed to be on a basis of need and satisfaction. He'd never minded; it was simple, easy, and a small investment if it gave him time away from focusing solely on the company.
...But if there was any one way of sending Rufus into a meditative sort of contemplation, it was whenever the subject of love was mentioned. His father's 'love' had been proof enough that he could do without it, and he was well aware that it wasn't entirely fair, either, to compare Reno's sincerity with his father's own withdrawn, perfunctory words. At that moment, however, he wasn't keen on testing the waters.
Shrugging off his unease, Rufus took a step closer and nipped lightly at Reno's collarbone (-- and again, he was reminded why he didn't quite mind the other's method of dress). Distractions. Right, distractions were good. "If slamming the door open is equivalent to that," he murmured, voice low, "then I suppose you have."
"As you wish." Such a guilty pleasure.
Purring at Rufus's actions, or rather distractions, the Turk found himself having to resist forcing himself onto his boss and having his way with him, which would have been a lot easier now than if he had tried it when Rufus was his normal self. Three cheers to evolution for making women weaker than men. "I'll gladly show you how much I love you day in and day out." Reno took his free hand and cupped the smaller face below him, eyes bearing down onto Rufus. Looking. Searching. Growing hungry. "...and as many times as you want me to."
Bringing their faces closer together, eyes glistened before stealing the female body's first kiss. It surely wasn't Rufus's, but it was his other body's. A fact that needed to be corrected within Reno's mind. "But I haven't told you how much I love you now, have I?" Another kiss but deeper this time. Rufus's flesh was one addiction that Reno would hope that he would never need rehab for. So smooth. So numbed. Reno was almost afraid that he would get his lips stuck to such a frigid personality.
The redhead contemplated if there would ever be a day where the ice storm would stop completely. The idea itself was an miracle in it's own sense. Rufus not being his professional self would definitely mean that the end was nigh. Though he would still like to see what it would be like if the ice storm did stop for more than a few moments that was far from and between.
Releasing his grip on Reno's hand, Rufus steadily returned the other's stare, amusement sweeping over his expression. There was something oddly humorous in finding himself as a woman in his current predicament -- for as often as both fought over dominancy, the blonde actually had no say now that his stature was taken into account as shorter, 'softer,' and perhaps even weaker. (But he was sure, regardless of gender, that weakness was only in appearance, anyway.) It was almost unsettling.
Fingers curling around the fabric of the Turk's button-up shirt, Rufus pulled the other down for another kiss, purposely aggressive; if nothing else, he could at least dominate one aspect to a certain point. He'd never been very good at submitting, anyway.
Head canted in a manner he had seen several woman do in the past, he pulled a hair's breadth away. "You said yourself you would show me," he lipped, slyly avoiding a straight answer as his hands dipped lower, only to be lost beneath the red head's shirt. "Have you changed your mind already, Reno?"
Reno, right? His name had been Reno and he was a Turk that worked for Rufus ShinRa, right? For a moment the redhead forgot who and where he was and in that moment predatory lips bore themselves onto their prey; pushing back them back a few steps and surrounding the body with wry arms. If this was the game Rufus wanted to play, Reno was more than happy to join in. His name was Reno and he wasn't about to lose to his boss, especially not when he was a she.
"I haven't changed my mind, Rufus..." growling Reno pulled at the fabric covering Rufus. Tasting and kissing the soft skin around Rufus's neck, Reno gave a small bite. "I love you, Rufus." How Reno wanted to say that over and over again, even though he was painfully aware that Rufus knew this. It just wasn't enough.
Love. Lust. Or plain jealousy. Reno didn't know which one drove him to want Rufus ShinRa. To want to be in his center of attention. To be at his every beck and call. To be with the president. Whatever was the source of his drive really didn't seem to matter so much at the moment. Or perhaps ever.
Biting down on his lip as he felt the other's attention on his sensitive skin, Rufus 'hmm'-ed a soft murmur of approval and allowed his overcoat to drop to the floor. "Haven't changed your mind at all?" he asked in a deceptively soft voice, though it sounded more like a statement coming from the typically stoic blonde. Fingers twining in his lover's hair, he arched up towards the warmth of Reno's touch and pressed his lips lightly to the other's ear.
"Good," he uttered in a near purr. Smirking pleasantly, the shorter female coquettishly pulled away and gave the Turk a light, if not condescending pat on the cheek. "Then perhaps we can continue this later, when I am not so vulnerable to your advances."
And with something like a polite nod, he started for the bed, chuckling all the while to himself beneath his breath.
'You horrible, egotistical, cold son-of-a-bitch leaving me hanging like this... I WANT MY 'I love you too' DAMNIT.' was what Reno wanted to say as he felt Rufus slip from his grasp and leaving him dumbfounded, but they remained in angered thought within his subconscious. For Reno knew well enough that if those words ever left his mouth, he'd be doing a lot more than sleeping on the couch tonight. Which by the way, he was sleeping on tonight or any other night to come.
"Oh no you don't..." Reno followed after Rufus his hand grabbing a hold of the other's significantly curved waist. Pulling Rufus back against him, holding him tightly, Reno grinned. After breaking down doors, ignoring best friends' invitations for drinks and disobeying orders, the Turk was not about to let Rufus off so easily. "You're not getting away from me; not this time. I've already said that there's nothing gonna get in my way, and that includes you and provocative ways."
Feet planted firmly on the carpet as he felt arms coil around him, Rufus blinked in surprise as he was hoisted up regardless of the effort he placed in remaining in place. 'What--?' His brows furrowed, only for him to have another realization hit that it was due to the fact that he was unused to his body that Reno was able to so easily grab him.
"Let me go," the blonde growled. Squirming in the tight embrace, Rufus grit his teeth when he felt his thinly-covered chest rub up against Reno's arms none-too-gently; it didn't particularly help, either, with the other's crotch pressed into the small of his back.
Suddenly, he felt an all new respect for women.
Nuzzling the top of Rufus's platinum blonde head, Reno purred quietly as his boss squirmed beneath him. He could get used to this, easy. Letting go of his beloved right now would be a foolish choice. Maneuvering his head into the nape of Rufus's neck Reno began to adore the flesh that he had come to love. "Mmmm....I think not." Purring Reno nibbled on the supple skin. "Why would I let go of you after catching you...?"
Successfully leaving a mark on the other's neck, Reno's hands found themselves traveling under the oversized white and black layers that Rufus wore and removing them one by one. He really needed to dress down, all these layers were bothersome. Lips and teeth nibbled and tasted the increasingly exposed area that his hands were creating. Eyes closed, the redhead bit down onto Rufus's shoulder leaving a faint imprint of his teeth. 'Marked you ♥~' Reno thought feeling a bit triumphant.
It went without saying that continuing as they were, Rufus was either going to end up in one of two situations: fending off Reno with an elbow and a few well-aimed kicks, or grumpily sore in bed the next day with a pleasantly smirking lover.
Both situations didn't seem particularly desirable. For one thing, the former would actually leave him with the barest traces of guilt if the male did end up fatally injured (read: impotent), and the latter option was just...odd. Assuming he would not have the same anatomy the next day, the blonde couldn't help but wonder if being sore in a place that technically didn't exist was probable.
"..." No. No. Bad thoughts.
For once, Rufus was thankful he didn't have to go to the ShinRa office the next day. He was having enough trouble as it was with the bundle of perversion wrapped around him, it wouldn't help if the other Turks could see his probably bruised flesh. Speaking of which -- he bit back a noise of surprise as teeth clamped down onto his shoulder. Definitely bruising.
Irritably (whether out of an actual desire to pull away from Reno's grasp or because he felt the slightest bit of arousal was undetermined), Rufus reached up and teased a hand through soft red locks. "You'll let go because I asked it of you, and you always -at least- try to do as I say."
And even to him, that sounded as a pretty weak reason.
Crooning slender fingers made their way up under Rufus's, now lacking in comparison to their previous numbers, layers kissing the tender skin with each increase in elevation. With each barrier dropped from between his boss's delectable flesh and his own, Reno kissed and gently bit onto the area around Rufus's neck. "How do you know that I'm not trying...." his voice in a low growl.
"I love you Rufus..." and hands that had started at the base of Rufus's stomach had finally reached their goal; soft yet firm round mounds of pliable flesh. If the world wanted to start ending, now would be a good time to start. Encouraged by his reached destination, Reno seriously contemplated about really listening to his boss's command. But those luscious mounds were just so addicting; it took Reno's fixation over Rufus's skin to a whole new level. Giving them a small squeeze, the redhead nuzzled into crook of his lover's especially slender neck.
The Turk didn't like to leave such a fantasy come to actuality half done, or did he? Perhaps he should after all particularly after Rufus's little tease from earlier. Yes. That would be his plan. To drive Rufus to the point of no return and just leave him hanging. Dry. Unfulfilled. The redhead just hoped that he would remember to actually stop when it came down to it. With his plot in place Reno gave his new favorite addiction about Rufus a massage. Revenge would be his this time. He was going to make sure of it.
"Oh yes, because we both know how terribly hard you are trying in between tonguing me like so," Rufus uttered, light sarcasm in his tone. "Not--" eyelids slid lower, and he pressed a hand to his lips to muffle an undoubtedly inappropriate noise of appreciation. And regardless of how his toes had curled and his back had arched into the taller male, Rufus ShinRa certainly did not appreciate being fondled.
Certainly.
And he most certainly was not squirming in Reno's hands.
Gritting his teeth, the blonde lowered the hand from his lips and replaced it elsewhere, resting it precariously on the waistband of the other's pants. "Not," he ground out, breathe hitched, "trying hard enough."
"Mmm....just because the body does one thing it doesn't mean the mind agrees~" Reno replied muttering into Rufus's shoulder lips pressed against the flesh preventing his voice from getting too loud. "Besides, it's not like you're not enjoying yourself...." Raising an eyebrow and noting all of his boss's edginess. He was truly amused by it all. How much more could his beloved boss take in this form, Reno began to test his train of thought.
Fingertips running over the fronts of mound stopping by to dance around with them for a while, Reno grinned with the utmost satisfaction. He wasn't sadistic. Oh heavens, no. The redhead just wanted to test the very thin grounds he was standing on. Besides with any luck, his plan would go even better than he originally thought it would, which would be a definite plus by any standards.
'Squirm for me a little more, Ruffles ♥' Reno thought to himself clearly taking notice of the other's hand on his waist. 'Just enough to make me know that you've had enough...then I promise to stop.' If Reno had been any sort of feline, then he would definitely be purring and toying at Rufus's refusal yet appreciation for all this attention as if it was his food. Though in a way, Rufus kind of was. A real treat.
And it was official. The moment Rufus could clear his thoughts, perhaps pull away or even stop himself from worrying his bottom lip between his lips - he wasn't too picky at that point -, he was going to sink his elbow into Reno's stomach and lock him out of the room. Or, rather, in a different room if the door laying in a pitiful heap a scant meter away wasn't replaced soon. It was obvious enough that he was being teased; the way that Reno was palming him was enough of an indication.
Stubbornly, Rufus held his head high despite the fact that he only wanted to lean back and purr at the attention. "Then do not tempt the body with these thoughts that your mind does not apparently 'agree' with," he growled, using the leverage he had on Reno's waist to twist himself to the side. Like that, at least, the redhead would have greater difficulty holding him in place and palming him.
Head tilted up, the blonde pressed a frustrated kiss to the other's cheek. "Let go, Reno."
Boo~ Such a spoiled sport. Rufus had officially ruined his fun once again, but there was no way that he would let the blonde know of this. Denial had always been Reno's friend in times such as this, though whether it was really denial or just plain ignorance, it didn't faze the Turk. "I have no idea what you're talking about~" Hands were definitely traveling lower thanks to his remarks. He was trying to keep those sad excuse for pants actually on Rufus just so that he wouldn't be so mad at him the following day, but thanks to the sass, no mercy. Full throttle and overdrive it, baby.
However Reno did take a moment to pause as though he was considering his boss's most recent command. One hand remained located on a fleshy mound where the other had conveniently traveled to just base of Rufus's wide hips. "Letting go? Let's talk seriously here, Ruffles... since when have I ever let you go willingly? I'll answer that for you, 'Never'. So what makes you think I'm gonna start now?" Reno behaving? Unheard of.
Manipulating his face, Reno managed a playful kiss on Rufus's cheek. It had been on the opposite side of where he had been pecked. "And like I've been saying, it's not like you're not enjoying yourself ♥"
There truly was no one method of keeping Reno at bay, was there? Sighing mentally at the image he imagined they both made standing like they were, Rufus wondered what it was that had possessed him to start their game of "mapping uncharted territories." If Reno's hand descended any lower to his already loose pants, Rufus was almost sure that 'uncharted' was no longer a term suitable for his situation. ...which in itself was disconcerting enough without the redhead's other hand on his breast.
Perhaps a bribe was in order? Trailing a hand over the one Reno had over his waist, Rufus canted his head to the side. "If you agree to stop now, I assure you that your place in my bed will be secure for the following two weeks." After all, the one issue that Reno seemed to take to heart was the fact that he was kicked out of bed so often. If he could, perhaps, tease the male into staying, then...
As an afterthought, Rufus tapped wrist. "And you may do as you wish in bed so long as it is reasonable."
Two weeks? A secure place in Rufus's bed for the next two weeks and for him to do as he pleases? Oh yes, this was a tempting offer. Not because of the simple fact that he could do anything to Rufus while they were in bed together but because of the fact that he would be sharing a bed with him, and not lonely. Sleeping alone was bad because when it gets cold there's no one to snuggle.
The fiery personality removed his hands from Rufus's ever so touch-able body, which by the way was one if not the hardest thing that Reno's has ever had to do in his entire life. "Promise? I'm going to have a spot next to you for the next two weeks and I can do anything as I wish, as long as it's reasonable? Not tricks or catches other than me letting you go?" Reno asked eyeing his employer with some degree of hesitation. Sure, he was well aware that Rufus ShinRa would never go against his word, but there was always a chance that he might. Or at least find a loop hole or two...perhaps even twelve. It depended on his mood really.
Rufus repressed the urge to exhale in relief when Reno finally took into consideration the concept of 'personal space.' Admittedly, he didn't mind the attention (not completely, anyway), but the gender change still left him feeling more unsettled than reassured. Arms folding across his chest (both in arrogance and to display some modesty considering his state of undress), he gave a curt nod. "And you may do as you wish in bed."
Something about the way Reno stared at him left him wondering, however, what he was getting himself into later on. Frankly, the ShinRa president wouldn't put anything past the Turk's capabilities. Brow arching at the thoughts he imagined the redhead was most likely entertaining, he added, "This does not, by any means, include re-enacting any bedside fantasies. Otherwise, yes, I promise."
"Right, right. I understand~" Reno replied not fully listening to the other half portion or rather correction of Rufus's conditions. A fact that he was going to regret very soon in his life, however short it was going to be. Perhaps one day Reno would learn to actually listen to what he was agreeing to. Maybe. Hopefully. The chances were becoming dimmer as Reno grew older. It would probably take something drastic to get the Turk to learn.
Running a hand through his messy mat of which he called his bangs, Reno sighed. Rufus had won again, but at least his defeat this time didn't leave him empty handed. Reno was given the permission for cuddles, if nothing else. Sure he wanted to do something better, and more...physical, but there would be no way that little miss grumpy pants would agree to it. Not even under the influence, well, that was a maybe.
"So how long do you think this is going to last, Ruffles?" the redhead questioned, tilting his head to one side and admiring Rufus's gentler features. The word 'gentle' and 'Rufus' being used together in one coherent thought boggled the Turk's mind enough. "A day? A week? A month?"
If Reno's response was anything to go by, Rufus was almost sure that what he'd said had been purposely glossed over by whatever it was that the redhead wanted to hear.
...which was just as well, considering that it worked to his benefit.
A small part nagged at him to reiterate what he had said - ensure, for once, that Reno had heard, had comprehended, had accepted his terms -- but that small part was easily shut up soon enough. Knowing how he had a tendency to yield to whatever the redhead demanded, he was sure he'd retract what he said given the incentive.
Clearing his throat, Rufus glanced slyly (or maybe that was part of his imagination) at his employee-turned-bedmate from beneath the length of his bangs. "My generosity? Two weeks." He motioned to himself. "This feminine form? No longer than I can endure, hopefully. With luck, I will not need to suffer this 'ailment' for more than a day."
Would it be just a day though? Reno kind of hoped it would be longer than that though maybe not for the entire month. If there was one thing that he knew was that Rufus was cranky enough without the aid of PMS, and the sheer thought of his boss with the dreaded PMS made his skin crawl. Maybe it was a good thing that this feminine thing would only last the day.
However the idea of Rufus being generous just for these two weeks was definitely not probable. Rufus had his random blips of kindness. Few and far between, but the president of ShinRa co. was capable of feeling. Reno was still alive after all, right?
Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion flow right through him, Reno let out a long yawn. The Turk leaned over to button up the remaining layers of cloth covering his boss right before scooping him into his arms wedding style and walking over to their bed. "If it's just a day, and you don't want to spend a day going around and about outside then I suppose we can just sleep it away. After all, you still have that headache of yours, right?"
Reno's yawn prompted a blank stare from the blonde. For someone who was so previously keen on seducing him into bed, the change came as a (welcome) surprise. Perhaps he was going to rest the day away after all. "Tired no-" Rufus began, only to be cut off mid-word as he was unceremoniously picked up by the Turk. "What--" he started again, but paused as he realized the male merely wished to spend the day in slumber.
"I... Yes, I suppose that would be preferable at the moment." He nodded; it went without saying that Reno would most likely be joining him. "I was not aware you practiced male chivalry," he commented lightly when they finally reached the bed and settled themselves comfortably on the sheets. Still, it didn't surprise him all that much either. No matter how often Reno went against what he desired, it really was all just a show of affection.
"Don't get too comfortable, Ruffles... Chivalry’s dead and this is something that only happens once in a millennia." Reno retorted with an eye open and a lazy smile on his face. With that all said and done, the Turk snuggled into the opposing body and wrapped arms around its waist. Not with the previous intent of his earlier desires, but more as a comforting warmth that Reno needed if he wanted to sleep soundly.
The lack of warmth was the main reason why he hated sleeping alone. Not disliked. Hated. But that was for another time, right now was 'sleepy time' for the redhead and the blonde. Eyes shut and his mind drifting off to think of a little bit of anything and everything all at the same time. In a way he was able to get to 'sleep' with Rufus after all. Something that made Reno even happier on the inside.
Giving Rufus a little squeeze, Reno coasted off into a light slumber and even lighter snore, something he picked up after sleeping with the persnickety blonde.
A silent Reno truly was an interesting sight; if nothing else, that was incentive enough for the blonde to stay awake moments after the other drifted off into sleep. At least, Rufus reasoned, there was no way the redhead would be aware of his silent vigilance (and he would then be saved from the embarrassment of Reno's teasing).
"Just like a child," he murmured to himself, a brief smile ghosting his expression as he watched the other snore. With his free hand, the blonde reached for and pulled one of the previously discarded comforters over the Turk. Reno always had a habit of keeping the blankets to himself, anyway, so it was pointless to do otherwise when the male was already literally attached to him.
With a final glance around the room that ended on the already slumbering redhead, Rufus returned the light squeeze and finally fell into a light sleep himself.
Rating; PG-13...maybe totterin' on an R?
Characters; Reno & Rufus
Summary; Gender bender Day makes for a very grumpy Rufus and a far too happy Reno. It also takes place just after Reno breaks down Rufus's door, see [here]. :D & I am bad at summaries, so why do I even bother to attempt to make something....reasonable.
Log;
Reno took a step back and positioned himself before raising a leg into the air. A death sentence, surely that was what Reno was looking for breaking down Rufus's bedroom door. But with his pretty much only chance in his entire lifespan, however short that might be, to see his boss as a woman clearly was higher up on the hierarchy that death. Then again, when had death been a major concern the redhead to begin with? Death was just something that was bound to happen in his mind, might as well live whatever time you’ve got to the fullest. Grinning uncontrollably the thought of seeing his boss all feminine made the risk even more inviting.
THREE!
With a profound kick, the door barely stood in his place. Those poor hinges had just been reinstalled the other day. On the door itself, there was an impression where Reno's boot had been. Just because the door was still standing didn't mean that it won; Reno was too pumped to allow himself to lose to some stupid door. Stepping farther back, Reno tried once again. Crack. This time the door came crashing down before the hot blooded TURK. Rufus wasn’t gonna get away from him so easily.
“See? What did I tell you about nothing getting in my way?” the grin still as wide and as mischievous as ever. Reno: 1. Door: 0.
The idiot was going to kick down his door.
That obnoxiously disobedient idiot was going honest-to-God kick down the door even when he had explicitly ordered otherwise. Such as it was -- there were only two explanations: Either Reno really did desire a quick death at his hands, or he honestly didn't know any better. For a brief moment, Rufus almost entertained thoughts of the latter; the redhead had suffered enough concussions - it only followed logically that some irreversible damage would have been done at some point to his rational that would induce this slew of behavior...
But he knew better. There really was no questioning it; with Reno, his brash, rule-breaking tendencies were at least obvious.
Rolling onto his side and then into a sitting position against the bedpost, the company president-turned-female mustered his most dignified glare of disapproval (which really wasn't all that dignified considering the softer, more feminine lines of his eyes) as the door crashed down to reveal a triumphantly grinning redhead.
Just that much was enough to make him wonder where he'd left his shotgun - whether, in fact, he had managed to lose them between the newfound lumps of constricting flesh on his chest. Considering his luck, the blonde was not going to discount the idea anytime soon. Clearing his throat, Rufus turned away from the younger male to glare petulantly at the dresser across the room.
"Reno," he growled, pulling a pillow onto his lap (and conveniently in front of his chest), "leave the room. Now."
No. No. Absolutely not. Reno was certainly not in awe over his overly and almost sinfully attractive female boss. Of course not. His jaw was only hanging because he couldn't believe that he broke down the door. Yes. Yes, that had been it. Sure, Reno hadn't been given the chance to see Rufus's face, or anything else in finer detail, but just from what he could see made him appreciate all the more about giving up his chance of a painless and safe life for this.
"Uh? I beg your pardon? Did you just ask me to leave after I just knocked down that blasphemy of a barrier to get to see you on such a lovely days like this?" sarcasm dripped from his voice. Sauntering over closer to his boss, Reno made his way right next to the bed. Tossing some of his messy bangs away from his face the Turk gave Rufus his infamous Libertine grin again, "Especially since you exceedingly lovely today Ruffles."
A hand reached out to grab a hold of lock of Rufus's ever delightfully shiny and platinum hair. Bringing the lock to his curled lips almost kissing the hair itself with that, Reno awaited for Rufus's which would hopefully allow him to see his new female face. The Turk could only imagine what it would look like. Oh yes, he was drooling now, at least mentally. But then again, a lot of things involving Rufus made Reno’s pants very happy and getting his saliva on Rufus's hair was a definite, "No No".
"Exceedingly lovely because I have breasts, no doubt," the blonde groused, lips pursing as he made a motion to pull Reno's hand out of his hair. Pointedly, Rufus clutched the pillow closer to his chest with his other arm. Better safe than sorry, he thought, growing more irritated as moments passed by in awkward silence. If the point Reno was trying to get across was that he appeared more attractive as a woman, then Rufus honestly didn't feel like obliging him with any free stares.
"You can leave now that you have seen me," he suggested, a disgruntled scowl etched on his expression. Hands clasping, Rufus returned to staring holes into the wall. "There are plenty of woman who would gladly receive your attention," he added with something like irritation, voice oddly pitched.
Ouch. Reno had seemed to make Rufus particularly upset, but it wasn't like Rufus wasn't normally mind-blowing-ly attractive; it was just that he could never get away with saying such things without getting death threats of glares. Rubbing the back his hand as if Rufus had really hurt it, tainted eyes lowered themselves onto the carpeted floor. 'Bastard,' the redheaded Turk thought, 'Why couldn't you be uglier as a woman so it would make it easier for me to say something back...'
"No, that's not it. You're exceedingly lovely with or without." his tone hinted his acceptance of his defeat. How could Rufus even suggest that he only cared about getting the attention of ladies; had he not over and over, regardless how playful he sounded, told him that he liked no one else? This was really stupid. Extremely stupid in fact.
But this was Reno and he was the biggest fool of them all.
"But if you want me to leave so badly, then you could have just said so instead of telling me to go off and play with other women." Pivoting on his heel Reno turned away from Rufus and faced the direction of the broken doorway. "And you know that I'm a bit of a flirt; ok make that a horrendous flirt, but I don't care if about the attention if it isn't from you.... No one else...matters..." This was just so fucking stupid. Rufus had just gone and ruined his perfectly good mood. Joy.
A monstrously flirty, affection-inclined bundle of red-headed perversion was one thing to deal with, but Rufus could honestly admit that a seriously brooding Reno was another matter altogether. For one thing, the male actually took to heart his words, and that in itself was particularly frustrating when the words he said were ill-planned. It was maddening - especially when he knew he would not take them back. But at that point, Rufus would have given much for the day to be over and done with.
Perhaps a bath would do him well. Or a drink. Probably the latter.
Neither, however, seemed a feasible solution to his current problem, and the blonde resisted the urge to sigh in irritation. Obviously, he had been too blunt with his assertion about women; regardless of how often Reno flirted with others, it was fairly clear to them both that it was harmless and meaningless at best. And much as he felt himself mentally cringe at the thought, perhaps he owed the other male a semblance of an apology for the accusation. It was better, at any rate, than having him storm out and trip over the fallen door.
Lifting his grip from the pillow, Rufus dropped his hands back to his sides and pulled the blankets away. "Reno," he began, gaze flitting over his companion as he stood to his feet. "I told you beforehand that I did not want you entering the room, yet you chose to break down the door regardless of what I said." His lips pursed. (Somehow, he'd lost the apology.)
"We both know that I did not appreciate that action, and I doubt the management will either....But I suppose what I said was also uncalled for."
Reno's mood had grown quite fowl and a few pretty words here and there wasn't really going to make him feel any better. A child. The usually fiery personality was moping around like some wanton child sulking over a cup of spilt milk. Tainted and unnatural crystalline irises found themselves waiting to let the words go. Let them fly off into the distance under his empty shots and gin bottles. Under all those hours he spent in bars drinking so hard and so much that Rude almost actually believed Reno to be dead when he passed out. So stupid. It was so fucking stupid. Reno knew it too. He knew that despite all that Rufus babbled, he would eventually feel bad. 'Eventually' being the key word there.
"Yeah. Yeah. I know....it's all because I refuse to listen to your whines that I get myself into these kinds of messes." He had heard Rufus's movements within the room and noted that he, or perhaps, 'she' footing had become considerably lighter. The Turk almost didn't catch it, but he did catch the traces of what sounded like some sort of apology...?
Usually he would pounce on anything resembling affection or a sort of warmth coming from Rufus, or rather then addressed as, "Ruffles", but his mood was unusually soured. Their reunion ended him a spot on the couch, or as Rufus had put it, 'anywhere but my room'. Sleeping alone was something that this one did not do. At least not often.
"So, we're gonna have some issues with the management for a few days... It's nothing for you to really worry yourself over; I'll take the blame for it and act responsible for something once." Reno raised a hand in air just above his shoulder and waved it at Rufus.
And then there was silence.
"...do you really want me gone, or am I allowed to stay this time?" More silence.
Grimacing, Rufus took a step toward the sulking male, considered taking that same step back, but then resolved himself to stand beside the red-head, arms folded across his chest. With bitter words and a tense stance, the other's foul mood was easy enough to sense. Frankly, he had no desire to do much else besides turn back and fall back into bed - because, really, if Reno had only listened to him in the first place, then this idiotic awkward silence wouldn't have wedged itself between them - but the slightest bit of worry crept into his thoughts as he chanced a glance at the angry Turk.
Arms dropping back to his side, the blonde rubbed the bridge of his nose; if he didn't have a headache from waking to find himself a woman earlier, then he certainly had a migraine now. Miscommunication always seemed to come in no small dosage with them.
Disgruntled, Rufus curled his fingers around the fabric of his large coat. "I was not asking you to take responsibility for a small issue like that, Reno. I can take care of it myself."
He reached out a hand and wrapped it around Reno's wrist (as best he could, anyway, with such feminine hands), gently tugging. "And I cannot stop you from leaving, but I would rather you not leave on bad terms."
So professional. Rufus was always so professional; in his speech, in his actions, in every single thing he ever did. Always so professional. It was the reason why the often misunderstood one another and left him in the dark, lost and confused. Leaving Reno groping in the dark for what he hopefully thought were the answers that he was searching for. All because of Rufus's vague answers always hinted at what he wanted, but he never actually confirmed what he wanted. How hard was to give a definite response?
Rolling his head to look over his shoulder, Reno looked back at Rufus and his smaller feminine hands grabbing a hold of his wrist. Such small and dainty hands. They looked as if Reno could fit them within his own hands which suddenly looked to be so much bigger in comparison. Turning completely around this time, Reno became face to face with Rufus, well as the best he could since Rufus had shrunken during his change into a female state.
"It's not like I haven't left on bad terms before..." the redhead responded admiring his boss's softer facial features and lines. A female Rufus was just as lovely as the male one had been, though Reno couldn't say that one was pretty or more attractive than the other. It was just convenient for him to compliment a female verses a male and get away with it.
"But not in an unfamiliar city," Rufus uttered pointedly. First hand experience had shown him that whenever he - or anyone else - wandered alone in the city, vulnerability had a tendency to set in, and the ticking of the clocks became mind-achingly loud. Considering the recent turn of events and the chaos of the gender-switches, the blonde was not particularly keen on letting the redhead wander unarmed, possibly drunk, and sulking in the streets where molesters and other stalkers roamed.
Brows furrowing, Rufus added, "Until we locate Rude, I do not want you leaving alone to any place." Regardless of his callous attitude, the ShinRa president still worried over his Turks, and after finally finding Reno, he didn't want to lose him again either.
With a mental sigh, he curled his fingers around the now-taller male's hand. "For your safety."
"You take too many words to say what you want." Reno smirked, his foul mood from earlier slowly dissipating. After all, it was stupid. “Couldn’t you just say, 'I would worry about you Reno, so don't leave?' But then again, that'd be considered unethical wouldn't it?"
Rude. Ah yes, Rude. Reno had received some notifications about Rude, and they had arranged a drinking meeting to 'gossip' about what had happened after his disappearance. Technically he was suppose to be with the bald man at the moment, but on Reno's list of priorities, he was significantly lower on the list. The redhead would make it up to his buddy and partner in crime; he always did in the end. Especially with Rufus’s elegant and slender fingers intertwined within his own marred set.
Reno always liked the touch and feel of Rufus's skin, then again he loved to just touch Rufus period. His skin was so smooth and free from any blemishes, and signs of any labor or injury to this flesh that might have flawed it in anyway were nowhere to be seen. When had been the last time they had been like this? Had they even done something as simple and innocent as hand holding before? Reno wasn’t so sure if they had.
Oh yes, any traces from his whining wantoning tantrum fully dissolved away from the surrounding air. "By the way Rufus, have I told you how much I love you today?" A smile.
"Unethical, I suppose, but I have never claimed to be a steadfast believer of ethics either." Lips quirking in a small smirk, Rufus canted his head to the side thoughtfully. "'So don't leave,'" he uttered in all seriousness.
At Reno's next words, however, the blonde stilled. He'd never been known for being particularly affectionate; save for the few times he agreed to 'cuddle' in bed out of exhaustion, relationships seemed to be on a basis of need and satisfaction. He'd never minded; it was simple, easy, and a small investment if it gave him time away from focusing solely on the company.
...But if there was any one way of sending Rufus into a meditative sort of contemplation, it was whenever the subject of love was mentioned. His father's 'love' had been proof enough that he could do without it, and he was well aware that it wasn't entirely fair, either, to compare Reno's sincerity with his father's own withdrawn, perfunctory words. At that moment, however, he wasn't keen on testing the waters.
Shrugging off his unease, Rufus took a step closer and nipped lightly at Reno's collarbone (-- and again, he was reminded why he didn't quite mind the other's method of dress). Distractions. Right, distractions were good. "If slamming the door open is equivalent to that," he murmured, voice low, "then I suppose you have."
"As you wish." Such a guilty pleasure.
Purring at Rufus's actions, or rather distractions, the Turk found himself having to resist forcing himself onto his boss and having his way with him, which would have been a lot easier now than if he had tried it when Rufus was his normal self. Three cheers to evolution for making women weaker than men. "I'll gladly show you how much I love you day in and day out." Reno took his free hand and cupped the smaller face below him, eyes bearing down onto Rufus. Looking. Searching. Growing hungry. "...and as many times as you want me to."
Bringing their faces closer together, eyes glistened before stealing the female body's first kiss. It surely wasn't Rufus's, but it was his other body's. A fact that needed to be corrected within Reno's mind. "But I haven't told you how much I love you now, have I?" Another kiss but deeper this time. Rufus's flesh was one addiction that Reno would hope that he would never need rehab for. So smooth. So numbed. Reno was almost afraid that he would get his lips stuck to such a frigid personality.
The redhead contemplated if there would ever be a day where the ice storm would stop completely. The idea itself was an miracle in it's own sense. Rufus not being his professional self would definitely mean that the end was nigh. Though he would still like to see what it would be like if the ice storm did stop for more than a few moments that was far from and between.
Releasing his grip on Reno's hand, Rufus steadily returned the other's stare, amusement sweeping over his expression. There was something oddly humorous in finding himself as a woman in his current predicament -- for as often as both fought over dominancy, the blonde actually had no say now that his stature was taken into account as shorter, 'softer,' and perhaps even weaker. (But he was sure, regardless of gender, that weakness was only in appearance, anyway.) It was almost unsettling.
Fingers curling around the fabric of the Turk's button-up shirt, Rufus pulled the other down for another kiss, purposely aggressive; if nothing else, he could at least dominate one aspect to a certain point. He'd never been very good at submitting, anyway.
Head canted in a manner he had seen several woman do in the past, he pulled a hair's breadth away. "You said yourself you would show me," he lipped, slyly avoiding a straight answer as his hands dipped lower, only to be lost beneath the red head's shirt. "Have you changed your mind already, Reno?"
Reno, right? His name had been Reno and he was a Turk that worked for Rufus ShinRa, right? For a moment the redhead forgot who and where he was and in that moment predatory lips bore themselves onto their prey; pushing back them back a few steps and surrounding the body with wry arms. If this was the game Rufus wanted to play, Reno was more than happy to join in. His name was Reno and he wasn't about to lose to his boss, especially not when he was a she.
"I haven't changed my mind, Rufus..." growling Reno pulled at the fabric covering Rufus. Tasting and kissing the soft skin around Rufus's neck, Reno gave a small bite. "I love you, Rufus." How Reno wanted to say that over and over again, even though he was painfully aware that Rufus knew this. It just wasn't enough.
Love. Lust. Or plain jealousy. Reno didn't know which one drove him to want Rufus ShinRa. To want to be in his center of attention. To be at his every beck and call. To be with the president. Whatever was the source of his drive really didn't seem to matter so much at the moment. Or perhaps ever.
Biting down on his lip as he felt the other's attention on his sensitive skin, Rufus 'hmm'-ed a soft murmur of approval and allowed his overcoat to drop to the floor. "Haven't changed your mind at all?" he asked in a deceptively soft voice, though it sounded more like a statement coming from the typically stoic blonde. Fingers twining in his lover's hair, he arched up towards the warmth of Reno's touch and pressed his lips lightly to the other's ear.
"Good," he uttered in a near purr. Smirking pleasantly, the shorter female coquettishly pulled away and gave the Turk a light, if not condescending pat on the cheek. "Then perhaps we can continue this later, when I am not so vulnerable to your advances."
And with something like a polite nod, he started for the bed, chuckling all the while to himself beneath his breath.
'You horrible, egotistical, cold son-of-a-bitch leaving me hanging like this... I WANT MY 'I love you too' DAMNIT.' was what Reno wanted to say as he felt Rufus slip from his grasp and leaving him dumbfounded, but they remained in angered thought within his subconscious. For Reno knew well enough that if those words ever left his mouth, he'd be doing a lot more than sleeping on the couch tonight. Which by the way, he was sleeping on tonight or any other night to come.
"Oh no you don't..." Reno followed after Rufus his hand grabbing a hold of the other's significantly curved waist. Pulling Rufus back against him, holding him tightly, Reno grinned. After breaking down doors, ignoring best friends' invitations for drinks and disobeying orders, the Turk was not about to let Rufus off so easily. "You're not getting away from me; not this time. I've already said that there's nothing gonna get in my way, and that includes you and provocative ways."
Feet planted firmly on the carpet as he felt arms coil around him, Rufus blinked in surprise as he was hoisted up regardless of the effort he placed in remaining in place. 'What--?' His brows furrowed, only for him to have another realization hit that it was due to the fact that he was unused to his body that Reno was able to so easily grab him.
"Let me go," the blonde growled. Squirming in the tight embrace, Rufus grit his teeth when he felt his thinly-covered chest rub up against Reno's arms none-too-gently; it didn't particularly help, either, with the other's crotch pressed into the small of his back.
Suddenly, he felt an all new respect for women.
Nuzzling the top of Rufus's platinum blonde head, Reno purred quietly as his boss squirmed beneath him. He could get used to this, easy. Letting go of his beloved right now would be a foolish choice. Maneuvering his head into the nape of Rufus's neck Reno began to adore the flesh that he had come to love. "Mmmm....I think not." Purring Reno nibbled on the supple skin. "Why would I let go of you after catching you...?"
Successfully leaving a mark on the other's neck, Reno's hands found themselves traveling under the oversized white and black layers that Rufus wore and removing them one by one. He really needed to dress down, all these layers were bothersome. Lips and teeth nibbled and tasted the increasingly exposed area that his hands were creating. Eyes closed, the redhead bit down onto Rufus's shoulder leaving a faint imprint of his teeth. 'Marked you ♥~' Reno thought feeling a bit triumphant.
It went without saying that continuing as they were, Rufus was either going to end up in one of two situations: fending off Reno with an elbow and a few well-aimed kicks, or grumpily sore in bed the next day with a pleasantly smirking lover.
Both situations didn't seem particularly desirable. For one thing, the former would actually leave him with the barest traces of guilt if the male did end up fatally injured (read: impotent), and the latter option was just...odd. Assuming he would not have the same anatomy the next day, the blonde couldn't help but wonder if being sore in a place that technically didn't exist was probable.
"..." No. No. Bad thoughts.
For once, Rufus was thankful he didn't have to go to the ShinRa office the next day. He was having enough trouble as it was with the bundle of perversion wrapped around him, it wouldn't help if the other Turks could see his probably bruised flesh. Speaking of which -- he bit back a noise of surprise as teeth clamped down onto his shoulder. Definitely bruising.
Irritably (whether out of an actual desire to pull away from Reno's grasp or because he felt the slightest bit of arousal was undetermined), Rufus reached up and teased a hand through soft red locks. "You'll let go because I asked it of you, and you always -at least- try to do as I say."
And even to him, that sounded as a pretty weak reason.
Crooning slender fingers made their way up under Rufus's, now lacking in comparison to their previous numbers, layers kissing the tender skin with each increase in elevation. With each barrier dropped from between his boss's delectable flesh and his own, Reno kissed and gently bit onto the area around Rufus's neck. "How do you know that I'm not trying...." his voice in a low growl.
"I love you Rufus..." and hands that had started at the base of Rufus's stomach had finally reached their goal; soft yet firm round mounds of pliable flesh. If the world wanted to start ending, now would be a good time to start. Encouraged by his reached destination, Reno seriously contemplated about really listening to his boss's command. But those luscious mounds were just so addicting; it took Reno's fixation over Rufus's skin to a whole new level. Giving them a small squeeze, the redhead nuzzled into crook of his lover's especially slender neck.
The Turk didn't like to leave such a fantasy come to actuality half done, or did he? Perhaps he should after all particularly after Rufus's little tease from earlier. Yes. That would be his plan. To drive Rufus to the point of no return and just leave him hanging. Dry. Unfulfilled. The redhead just hoped that he would remember to actually stop when it came down to it. With his plot in place Reno gave his new favorite addiction about Rufus a massage. Revenge would be his this time. He was going to make sure of it.
"Oh yes, because we both know how terribly hard you are trying in between tonguing me like so," Rufus uttered, light sarcasm in his tone. "Not--" eyelids slid lower, and he pressed a hand to his lips to muffle an undoubtedly inappropriate noise of appreciation. And regardless of how his toes had curled and his back had arched into the taller male, Rufus ShinRa certainly did not appreciate being fondled.
Certainly.
And he most certainly was not squirming in Reno's hands.
Gritting his teeth, the blonde lowered the hand from his lips and replaced it elsewhere, resting it precariously on the waistband of the other's pants. "Not," he ground out, breathe hitched, "trying hard enough."
"Mmm....just because the body does one thing it doesn't mean the mind agrees~" Reno replied muttering into Rufus's shoulder lips pressed against the flesh preventing his voice from getting too loud. "Besides, it's not like you're not enjoying yourself...." Raising an eyebrow and noting all of his boss's edginess. He was truly amused by it all. How much more could his beloved boss take in this form, Reno began to test his train of thought.
Fingertips running over the fronts of mound stopping by to dance around with them for a while, Reno grinned with the utmost satisfaction. He wasn't sadistic. Oh heavens, no. The redhead just wanted to test the very thin grounds he was standing on. Besides with any luck, his plan would go even better than he originally thought it would, which would be a definite plus by any standards.
'Squirm for me a little more, Ruffles ♥' Reno thought to himself clearly taking notice of the other's hand on his waist. 'Just enough to make me know that you've had enough...then I promise to stop.' If Reno had been any sort of feline, then he would definitely be purring and toying at Rufus's refusal yet appreciation for all this attention as if it was his food. Though in a way, Rufus kind of was. A real treat.
And it was official. The moment Rufus could clear his thoughts, perhaps pull away or even stop himself from worrying his bottom lip between his lips - he wasn't too picky at that point -, he was going to sink his elbow into Reno's stomach and lock him out of the room. Or, rather, in a different room if the door laying in a pitiful heap a scant meter away wasn't replaced soon. It was obvious enough that he was being teased; the way that Reno was palming him was enough of an indication.
Stubbornly, Rufus held his head high despite the fact that he only wanted to lean back and purr at the attention. "Then do not tempt the body with these thoughts that your mind does not apparently 'agree' with," he growled, using the leverage he had on Reno's waist to twist himself to the side. Like that, at least, the redhead would have greater difficulty holding him in place and palming him.
Head tilted up, the blonde pressed a frustrated kiss to the other's cheek. "Let go, Reno."
Boo~ Such a spoiled sport. Rufus had officially ruined his fun once again, but there was no way that he would let the blonde know of this. Denial had always been Reno's friend in times such as this, though whether it was really denial or just plain ignorance, it didn't faze the Turk. "I have no idea what you're talking about~" Hands were definitely traveling lower thanks to his remarks. He was trying to keep those sad excuse for pants actually on Rufus just so that he wouldn't be so mad at him the following day, but thanks to the sass, no mercy. Full throttle and overdrive it, baby.
However Reno did take a moment to pause as though he was considering his boss's most recent command. One hand remained located on a fleshy mound where the other had conveniently traveled to just base of Rufus's wide hips. "Letting go? Let's talk seriously here, Ruffles... since when have I ever let you go willingly? I'll answer that for you, 'Never'. So what makes you think I'm gonna start now?" Reno behaving? Unheard of.
Manipulating his face, Reno managed a playful kiss on Rufus's cheek. It had been on the opposite side of where he had been pecked. "And like I've been saying, it's not like you're not enjoying yourself ♥"
There truly was no one method of keeping Reno at bay, was there? Sighing mentally at the image he imagined they both made standing like they were, Rufus wondered what it was that had possessed him to start their game of "mapping uncharted territories." If Reno's hand descended any lower to his already loose pants, Rufus was almost sure that 'uncharted' was no longer a term suitable for his situation. ...which in itself was disconcerting enough without the redhead's other hand on his breast.
Perhaps a bribe was in order? Trailing a hand over the one Reno had over his waist, Rufus canted his head to the side. "If you agree to stop now, I assure you that your place in my bed will be secure for the following two weeks." After all, the one issue that Reno seemed to take to heart was the fact that he was kicked out of bed so often. If he could, perhaps, tease the male into staying, then...
As an afterthought, Rufus tapped wrist. "And you may do as you wish in bed so long as it is reasonable."
Two weeks? A secure place in Rufus's bed for the next two weeks and for him to do as he pleases? Oh yes, this was a tempting offer. Not because of the simple fact that he could do anything to Rufus while they were in bed together but because of the fact that he would be sharing a bed with him, and not lonely. Sleeping alone was bad because when it gets cold there's no one to snuggle.
The fiery personality removed his hands from Rufus's ever so touch-able body, which by the way was one if not the hardest thing that Reno's has ever had to do in his entire life. "Promise? I'm going to have a spot next to you for the next two weeks and I can do anything as I wish, as long as it's reasonable? Not tricks or catches other than me letting you go?" Reno asked eyeing his employer with some degree of hesitation. Sure, he was well aware that Rufus ShinRa would never go against his word, but there was always a chance that he might. Or at least find a loop hole or two...perhaps even twelve. It depended on his mood really.
Rufus repressed the urge to exhale in relief when Reno finally took into consideration the concept of 'personal space.' Admittedly, he didn't mind the attention (not completely, anyway), but the gender change still left him feeling more unsettled than reassured. Arms folding across his chest (both in arrogance and to display some modesty considering his state of undress), he gave a curt nod. "And you may do as you wish in bed."
Something about the way Reno stared at him left him wondering, however, what he was getting himself into later on. Frankly, the ShinRa president wouldn't put anything past the Turk's capabilities. Brow arching at the thoughts he imagined the redhead was most likely entertaining, he added, "This does not, by any means, include re-enacting any bedside fantasies. Otherwise, yes, I promise."
"Right, right. I understand~" Reno replied not fully listening to the other half portion or rather correction of Rufus's conditions. A fact that he was going to regret very soon in his life, however short it was going to be. Perhaps one day Reno would learn to actually listen to what he was agreeing to. Maybe. Hopefully. The chances were becoming dimmer as Reno grew older. It would probably take something drastic to get the Turk to learn.
Running a hand through his messy mat of which he called his bangs, Reno sighed. Rufus had won again, but at least his defeat this time didn't leave him empty handed. Reno was given the permission for cuddles, if nothing else. Sure he wanted to do something better, and more...physical, but there would be no way that little miss grumpy pants would agree to it. Not even under the influence, well, that was a maybe.
"So how long do you think this is going to last, Ruffles?" the redhead questioned, tilting his head to one side and admiring Rufus's gentler features. The word 'gentle' and 'Rufus' being used together in one coherent thought boggled the Turk's mind enough. "A day? A week? A month?"
If Reno's response was anything to go by, Rufus was almost sure that what he'd said had been purposely glossed over by whatever it was that the redhead wanted to hear.
...which was just as well, considering that it worked to his benefit.
A small part nagged at him to reiterate what he had said - ensure, for once, that Reno had heard, had comprehended, had accepted his terms -- but that small part was easily shut up soon enough. Knowing how he had a tendency to yield to whatever the redhead demanded, he was sure he'd retract what he said given the incentive.
Clearing his throat, Rufus glanced slyly (or maybe that was part of his imagination) at his employee-turned-bedmate from beneath the length of his bangs. "My generosity? Two weeks." He motioned to himself. "This feminine form? No longer than I can endure, hopefully. With luck, I will not need to suffer this 'ailment' for more than a day."
Would it be just a day though? Reno kind of hoped it would be longer than that though maybe not for the entire month. If there was one thing that he knew was that Rufus was cranky enough without the aid of PMS, and the sheer thought of his boss with the dreaded PMS made his skin crawl. Maybe it was a good thing that this feminine thing would only last the day.
However the idea of Rufus being generous just for these two weeks was definitely not probable. Rufus had his random blips of kindness. Few and far between, but the president of ShinRa co. was capable of feeling. Reno was still alive after all, right?
Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion flow right through him, Reno let out a long yawn. The Turk leaned over to button up the remaining layers of cloth covering his boss right before scooping him into his arms wedding style and walking over to their bed. "If it's just a day, and you don't want to spend a day going around and about outside then I suppose we can just sleep it away. After all, you still have that headache of yours, right?"
Reno's yawn prompted a blank stare from the blonde. For someone who was so previously keen on seducing him into bed, the change came as a (welcome) surprise. Perhaps he was going to rest the day away after all. "Tired no-" Rufus began, only to be cut off mid-word as he was unceremoniously picked up by the Turk. "What--" he started again, but paused as he realized the male merely wished to spend the day in slumber.
"I... Yes, I suppose that would be preferable at the moment." He nodded; it went without saying that Reno would most likely be joining him. "I was not aware you practiced male chivalry," he commented lightly when they finally reached the bed and settled themselves comfortably on the sheets. Still, it didn't surprise him all that much either. No matter how often Reno went against what he desired, it really was all just a show of affection.
"Don't get too comfortable, Ruffles... Chivalry’s dead and this is something that only happens once in a millennia." Reno retorted with an eye open and a lazy smile on his face. With that all said and done, the Turk snuggled into the opposing body and wrapped arms around its waist. Not with the previous intent of his earlier desires, but more as a comforting warmth that Reno needed if he wanted to sleep soundly.
The lack of warmth was the main reason why he hated sleeping alone. Not disliked. Hated. But that was for another time, right now was 'sleepy time' for the redhead and the blonde. Eyes shut and his mind drifting off to think of a little bit of anything and everything all at the same time. In a way he was able to get to 'sleep' with Rufus after all. Something that made Reno even happier on the inside.
Giving Rufus a little squeeze, Reno coasted off into a light slumber and even lighter snore, something he picked up after sleeping with the persnickety blonde.
A silent Reno truly was an interesting sight; if nothing else, that was incentive enough for the blonde to stay awake moments after the other drifted off into sleep. At least, Rufus reasoned, there was no way the redhead would be aware of his silent vigilance (and he would then be saved from the embarrassment of Reno's teasing).
"Just like a child," he murmured to himself, a brief smile ghosting his expression as he watched the other snore. With his free hand, the blonde reached for and pulled one of the previously discarded comforters over the Turk. Reno always had a habit of keeping the blankets to himself, anyway, so it was pointless to do otherwise when the male was already literally attached to him.
With a final glance around the room that ended on the already slumbering redhead, Rufus returned the light squeeze and finally fell into a light sleep himself.
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