Always The Same: Reno
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arghmusesTitle: Always the Same: Reno
Author: Hecate's Brat
Fandom: FF7
Rating: MA15+
Warnings: Drinking, language
On Going (WIP)/One-off/Series: Series - Complete: Tseng (part 1), Rude (part 2)
Classification(s): possible AU, Pov-esque
Pairing(s): None really, you could read into a possible Rude/Reno though.
Author's Notes: My Reno wanted time in the limelight too.
Summary: Reno's take on how moments are always the same.
It was always the godsdamned same. Like his life was on repeat with various fucked up elements all stuck in party mode with the remote missing.
Life was always boisterous for Reno. It was filled with noise and action; never a dull moment for the redhead. He remembered his youth being filled with prank pulling and running from authorities, which fell to the wayside once he became a member of said authority.
Everything about him was loud. His hair was bright and vivid, it screamed to be looked at, to be touched. His eyes flashed and danced with a mischief and daring that would scare some of the bravest.
Of course, once he started with the Turks, everything was so much more of a whirl-wind than previously. Learning procedures, training in specialized combat, and flight of different aerial vehicles were some of the highlights.
To Reno, being a Turk meant he got to do things like fly a chopper, and drive exceedingly fast for no reason. He was reckless and wild. The epitome of carelessness and considered a loose cannon by his superiors, despite the unorthodox tactics proving results that no other Turk had pulled in. He could be sassy and loud to anyone he wanted because he was a Turk. There were some days where it didn't matter, the noise couldn't or wouldn't fill him. He felt too hollow inside.
He found that he drank too much, swore too much, smoked too much and probably lost himself in the flesh of willing partners too much. It would probably one day kill him, however, right now, he didn't give a damn. He never gave a damn; technically, that wasn't true. He did give a damn. He cared about Rude, about his job and about ShinRa in its various elements; its Boss Man included.
Tonight though was different somehow. He found himself sitting in the darkened smokey bar where he was a regular. The Turk drank deeply from the tumbler in front of him, the ice clinking against the glass. Same drink, same bar, same amount out of his paycheck. He knew that he would probably end up in Rude's bed again tonight, laying there, listening to the bald man's deep sleep filled breathing, wondering once again how he managed to put up with him. With his actions and reckless behavior.
Rude was the calm to Reno's wildness. The calm before the storm so to speak, or maybe after the storm. They were two sides of a coin, different but the same. In honesty, he wasn't sure where he would be without Rude. Probably going through more request forms for a new partner.
Again, he motioned for his glass to be filled. He watched as the golden liquid poured from the mouth of the bottle. It was the same color of Rude's eyes. A husky amber, with splashes of gold. Making a motion to stop pouring Reno inhaled the scent of the alcohol and shivered. It smelt hot, hot as a fire would burn, but the initial feeling would be cool on the tongue only to become a warm burn as it spread itself through his body.
The warmth felt like lust sending its tendrils out through his body, or maybe it was lust. The alcohol was starting to blur the edges of...something for him. Downing his last drink for the night, again, Reno semi-staggered to the door, knowing full well the amount was on a tab that he'd get when he came back in.
Wandering around the city a bit, smoking his cigarettes, he debated about going home for once, or heading to Rude's. He knew full well that there was a Turk meeting in the morning and new assignments were to be handed out. To Rude's he'd go, confident that the bald man could whip up some of his infamous hangover coffee.
Pushing the button for the elevator that would bring him to the rooms in the Turk's headquarters. Hands groping at pockets looking for the keys that would let him into his partner's roomS, he felt himself smiling a bit at an idea of just to bang on the door till he let him in before gripping Rude in a knee locking kiss. Finding the keys in his jacket pocket however sorta dashed that idea. Sides, he was sure he didn't want to wake Tseng who was probably sleeping a few doors down and probably really cranky if woken.
Once the keyhole stopped moving on him, he slide the key home, unlocked the door and crept in. The room was cool like normal, but Reno figured it would be okay as Rude generated heat fairly well. Dropping his clothing on the floor as he made his way to the bed, he pulled the blanket and sheets back, crawled into bed and pressed himself against his partner's warm body.
The bold redheaded man pressed his lips to the taller man's shoulder in hopes he would wake and become aroused. For his troubles Rude rolled onto his stomach and draped an arm over Reno, causing him to sigh in disappointment.
"Always the fuckin' same yo."
Author: Hecate's Brat
Fandom: FF7
Rating: MA15+
Warnings: Drinking, language
On Going (WIP)/One-off/Series: Series - Complete: Tseng (part 1), Rude (part 2)
Classification(s): possible AU, Pov-esque
Pairing(s): None really, you could read into a possible Rude/Reno though.
Author's Notes: My Reno wanted time in the limelight too.
Summary: Reno's take on how moments are always the same.
It was always the godsdamned same. Like his life was on repeat with various fucked up elements all stuck in party mode with the remote missing.
Life was always boisterous for Reno. It was filled with noise and action; never a dull moment for the redhead. He remembered his youth being filled with prank pulling and running from authorities, which fell to the wayside once he became a member of said authority.
Everything about him was loud. His hair was bright and vivid, it screamed to be looked at, to be touched. His eyes flashed and danced with a mischief and daring that would scare some of the bravest.
Of course, once he started with the Turks, everything was so much more of a whirl-wind than previously. Learning procedures, training in specialized combat, and flight of different aerial vehicles were some of the highlights.
To Reno, being a Turk meant he got to do things like fly a chopper, and drive exceedingly fast for no reason. He was reckless and wild. The epitome of carelessness and considered a loose cannon by his superiors, despite the unorthodox tactics proving results that no other Turk had pulled in. He could be sassy and loud to anyone he wanted because he was a Turk. There were some days where it didn't matter, the noise couldn't or wouldn't fill him. He felt too hollow inside.
He found that he drank too much, swore too much, smoked too much and probably lost himself in the flesh of willing partners too much. It would probably one day kill him, however, right now, he didn't give a damn. He never gave a damn; technically, that wasn't true. He did give a damn. He cared about Rude, about his job and about ShinRa in its various elements; its Boss Man included.
Tonight though was different somehow. He found himself sitting in the darkened smokey bar where he was a regular. The Turk drank deeply from the tumbler in front of him, the ice clinking against the glass. Same drink, same bar, same amount out of his paycheck. He knew that he would probably end up in Rude's bed again tonight, laying there, listening to the bald man's deep sleep filled breathing, wondering once again how he managed to put up with him. With his actions and reckless behavior.
Rude was the calm to Reno's wildness. The calm before the storm so to speak, or maybe after the storm. They were two sides of a coin, different but the same. In honesty, he wasn't sure where he would be without Rude. Probably going through more request forms for a new partner.
Again, he motioned for his glass to be filled. He watched as the golden liquid poured from the mouth of the bottle. It was the same color of Rude's eyes. A husky amber, with splashes of gold. Making a motion to stop pouring Reno inhaled the scent of the alcohol and shivered. It smelt hot, hot as a fire would burn, but the initial feeling would be cool on the tongue only to become a warm burn as it spread itself through his body.
The warmth felt like lust sending its tendrils out through his body, or maybe it was lust. The alcohol was starting to blur the edges of...something for him. Downing his last drink for the night, again, Reno semi-staggered to the door, knowing full well the amount was on a tab that he'd get when he came back in.
Wandering around the city a bit, smoking his cigarettes, he debated about going home for once, or heading to Rude's. He knew full well that there was a Turk meeting in the morning and new assignments were to be handed out. To Rude's he'd go, confident that the bald man could whip up some of his infamous hangover coffee.
Pushing the button for the elevator that would bring him to the rooms in the Turk's headquarters. Hands groping at pockets looking for the keys that would let him into his partner's roomS, he felt himself smiling a bit at an idea of just to bang on the door till he let him in before gripping Rude in a knee locking kiss. Finding the keys in his jacket pocket however sorta dashed that idea. Sides, he was sure he didn't want to wake Tseng who was probably sleeping a few doors down and probably really cranky if woken.
Once the keyhole stopped moving on him, he slide the key home, unlocked the door and crept in. The room was cool like normal, but Reno figured it would be okay as Rude generated heat fairly well. Dropping his clothing on the floor as he made his way to the bed, he pulled the blanket and sheets back, crawled into bed and pressed himself against his partner's warm body.
The bold redheaded man pressed his lips to the taller man's shoulder in hopes he would wake and become aroused. For his troubles Rude rolled onto his stomach and draped an arm over Reno, causing him to sigh in disappointment.
"Always the fuckin' same yo."
