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There wasn’t anyone on Gaia who enjoyed a day off more than Reno. Sure, he loved being a Turk and all, but it wasn’t worth shit if he couldn’t enjoy the perks that came with that kind of status. Years spent languishing beneath the plate felt worth it when he could blow his money on sex, alcohol, and drugs every time he had a free evening. His uniform got him into any club he wanted, his salary meant he could afford whatever the fuck he felt like buying that evening, and his status meant there were plenty of interested parties willing to take him home if he didn’t feel like paying for it.
It was his first night off in two weeks after a hellish surveillance mission that had netted very little in the way of intel. All he wanted to do was get wasted and get laid, though preferably not in that order since the latter wasn’t guaranteed if he was too out of it. His favorite place to waste his time and money lately was a swanky club in Sector 1 that most of his fellow Turks avoided. He could see why: it was a lot of rich snobby socialites grinding against each other and swapping lame stories about buying their fifth yacht or whatever the fuck it was rich people talked about. Reno didn’t give a shit about all that, he just knew that the rich brats found Turks exciting and dangerous, and they were usually pretty damn easy on the eyes. He didn’t feel like working hard for it that evening, so it seemed like his best bet outside of paying someone to help him out.
He sat at the bar with his back to it sipping a drink that was too strong and scanning the room for a decent target. He was in the mood to get railed, as it were. He could have fun with anyone in any position, but the last few times had been with women and he was eager for a switch. There was no shortage of attractive people covering every inch of the club, but he also knew that in the relatively dim lighting someone might look great from far away and terrible up close - not that he was picky by any means.
As he sat trying to decide, almost settling on a tall brunette in the corner, there was a commotion at the entrance. Two Shinra security officers stepped inside and exchanged a few words with a woman at the coat check. Reno cocked his head and leaned back against the bar, propping his elbows up and watching with the same curiosity as every other pair of eyes in the room. What were these flunkies doing in full uniform in a place like this?
The answer came quickly enough. One of the security officers stepped back outside and a moment later Rufus Shinra waltzed in wearing a crisp white suit, blonde hair perfectly disheveled, wearing the same bored look of disinterest every rich brat tended to have. Reno only recognized him from his training and stupid entertainment news pieces on the TV, he’d never actually met the guy in person, though his reputation preceded him. Sometimes a Turk would get assigned to his detail, since he was the vice president and all, but Reno was too new for something so prestigious. Nine times out of ten it was Veld’s clear favorite Tseng who got put on the job. No skin off Reno’s nose since the way Tseng told it, the kid was a real shithead.
He was real fucking nice to look at though: ice cold eyes, strong nose, and those lips - in their perpetual pout Reno had no trouble imagining how they might look in a more unsavory scenario.
Nothing more off limits than fucking the Big Boss’ son, Reno supposed. Though he was pretty fond of bending rules right to their breaking point. He watched Rufus cross the club alone, nodding at a few people he must have known, stopping to chat for a moment with two women before he made his way to the bar to get a drink with one of the women on his arm.
What a waste if he was straight.
Rufus glanced sideways at Reno while he waited for his drink.
“One of my father’s lapdogs, aren’t you?” He asked, though there wasn’t any malice in his tone.
“Nah,” said Reno, knocking back the rest of his drink and swiveling around to face the bar. “Veld’s.”
Rufus laughed. “What’s the difference?”
“Guess you don’t know much about loyalty.” Reno shrugged. “Not surprised. Your dad’s a real dick.” It could have been a mistake, but most of the Turks suspected Rufus wasn’t too fond of daddy since it was a poorly kept secret that Veld’s superior had offed Rufus’ mom when he was little.
Rufus didn’t react. The bartender set his drink down and Reno asked for another round, to which Rufus said, “Put his drinks on my tab.” Then he turned on his heel with the woman on his arm and crossed to the other side of the club.
Not that Reno couldn’t afford a few hundred gil’s worth of drinks -or thousand if he was being honest with himself - but he still wouldn’t turn his nose up at the boss buying his drinks that night. He settled back against the bar once more and watched Rufus for a moment. The woman on his arm was now seated next to him dividing up lines of coke. Several people had joined him at the table where he sat, all of them so attractive it was infuriating, all of them eager for Rufus’ attention. Reno couldn’t really blame them - Rufus was the richest guy on the planet after his dad, he was handsome and popular with the public. Who the fuck wouldn’t want to kiss his ass?
Rufus took an offered line and sat back while it hit him. He locked eyes with Reno long enough for Reno to feel unnerved, but he didn’t look away. He had never been afraid to insert himself into any conversation he wanted to be a part of, but he knew well enough he wouldn’t be welcome at that table. Those people weren’t Rufus’ friends if Reno had to guess, they were parasites feeding off of his fame. Reno had spent enough time as a street urchin in the slums to know how people like that would take to someone like him sidling up amongst them.
So he sipped his drink in quiet contemplation, found the brunette he’d been scoping out earlier had disappeared, and tried to find someone else to settle on for the evening, his eyes straying back to Rufus every time. They met each other’s gaze more than once and he was certain Rufus smirked at him, but it could have been a trick of the light.
Reno had almost decided the evening’s conquest when Rufus returned to the bar for a drink, this time alone. He leaned against the bar and observed Reno wordlessly for a moment while he awaited his order. So Reno decided to bend those rules he hated so much.
“Like what you see?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Rufus scanned his face and let his eyes stray down to his partially unbuttoned shirt. “It’s fine,” he replied with a non-committal shrug.
“Just fine?” Reno bristled. “Man, I could show you a way better time than any of those rich cunts.”
Rufus let out a bark of laughter. “Tell me how you really feel.”
“So it’s true what all the tabloid rags say about you huh? Big party boy vice president?”
“I enjoy myself from time to time,” Rufus replied. He took his drink, but remained against the bar. “I suppose I’m not surprised you’re here either. I hear this is the place Turks come for an easy lay.” He waved his hand at the group of people he’d left behind. “They find you exciting and dangerous, but if they knew what you really did they wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, would they?”
“Why do you think Shinra wraps us up in such a pretty package?” Reno asked.
Rufus smirked. “Pretty indeed.” He took a step closer to Reno. “Do most of you resort to this? To keep your mind off of what my father makes you do?”
“You wanna kill the mood, pretty boy?” Reno’s gaze was focused squarely on Rufus’ bottom lip. “We’ve all got our vices. You’re here so you can snort a few lines and blow your load and end up in some magazine, which will piss daddy right off, won’t it?”
Without warning, Rufus gripped Reno’s hair at the base of his skull where his ponytail was, yanking his neck back at a sharp angle. “Maybe you should watch your tongue, Turk.”
“Yeah?” Reno grimaced against the tight grip. “You gonna make me? Cause I’d like that.”
Rufus let go with an irritated huff. He glanced back at his ‘friends’, then turned his attention to Reno. “Get up. Come with me.”
Reno didn’t have to be told twice. He scrambled off the bar stool so fast he nearly fell flat on his face, straightening up and attempting to look composed as he followed Rufus out of the club. The truth was, his heartbeat was pounding in his ears at the thought that he might have sex with Rufus fucking Shinra. That would be a great notch on the metaphorical bedpost.
Rude would never believe him.
Rufus led him to a waiting car, climbing inside and rolling up the partition between the driver and the back seat. As soon as it was up, Rufus had him pinned to the seat, crushing his lips against Reno’s and digging his fingers into Reno’s arms where he held them at his side.
Reno’s head swam for just a moment and then he opened his mouth against Rufus’, their tongues coming together. He could taste the whiskey Rufus had been drinking and found he kind of liked it. Rufus pressed his body flat against Reno’s and ground their hips together, which was enough to send a little bolt of pleasure straight between Reno’s legs.
Rufus moved his lips along Reno’s jaw to his neck and Reno took a few gulps of air before he said, “Man, this’ll piss your dad off huh?”
The response he got was a hand at his throat pressing lightly but insistently against his Adam’s apple and just barely cutting off his airflow. If it was meant to be a threat, it backfired, because it quickly brought him from half mast to fully erect.
“Oh,” Rufus breathed against his neck, grinding harder against him. “Enjoy that, did you?”
“What can I say?” Reno gasped. “I like what I like.”
Rufus squeezed a little harder and Reno moaned.
Reno was the kind of guy who was much more about the trip than the destination. Fucking was fantastic, but so was everything that led him there, so he was happy to lay there with Rufus Shinra’s body pressed against his, grinding against each other while they swapped spit for a while. Rufus was a great kisser, and he kept sucking on Reno’s neck and earlobes in a particularly fun way.
They were both definitely a little inebriated, but sometimes it was more fun that way.
Rufus seemed like he was in a little more of a hurry than Reno was. He kissed across Reno’s collarbone, pushed aside his shirt just enough to run his tongue over his nipple, but didn’t waste any time unbuttoning the shirt or removing his suit jacket. Instead, his hands went straight for Reno’s belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his pants, yanking them down his legs with a little help from Reno and letting them remain at his ankles. He cupped a hand against Reno’s erection through the fabric of his underwear and Reno arched his back to meet the touch. Then his underwear joined his pants and Rufus sat back on his legs to observe him.
“Now you gotta show me yours,” Reno said.
He sat up just enough to reach for Rufus’ pants, but Rufus swatted his hands away, unzipping his pants and shoving them down just past his ass. His cock was big. Bigger than Reno expected for someone built so svelte, but then, his body felt a lot more solid than he was expecting for as drawn as his waist was and as slight as he seemed walking around.
“Shit,” Reno huffed.
“Like what you see?” Rufus asked, echoing Reno’s earlier words.
Honestly, it was a little intimidating in its girth, but he wasn’t going to look a gift chocobo in the beak. He reached a hand out and gripped it at the base, stroking up and down the length of it a few times. Rufus moaned softly, but he was inpatient. It didn’t take long for him to swat Reno’s hand away again.
“Turn over,” he demanded.
“Sure thing. You want me to call you boss while you’re fucking me or what?” He rolled onto his stomach and arched his back so that his hips were raised off of the seat.
“Call me whatever you like.” There was the sound of a lid snapping open and then a cold, wet finger pressed against Reno’s asshole and slid inside.
“Ah,” Reno gasped, pressing his face against the seat and rocking his hips back to meet the thrust of Rufus’ finger. “VP?”
“If you want.”
“What do you want, pretty boy?”
Rufus’ curled Reno’s ponytail around his free hand and he leaned over him, yanking his hair just right as he whispered in his ear. “I want you to shut up.”
Reno laughed. “One request I can’t comply with, sorry boss.”
After a few seconds, Rufus slid a second finger inside of Reno, curling them to press against his prostate. Reno couldn’t help the moan that left his throat at this. His fingers curled against the edge of the seat. “Fuck me.”
“Gladly.”
Rufus withdrew his hand, the bottle lid snapping open once again. Reno felt him shift behind him and then his cock was pressing against him, sliding inside of him a little at a time, slowly stretching him open. Fuck, but it was a big cock. It hurt for a few seconds, and then he hit that sweet spot and the only thing Reno could focus on was the pleasure.
“Fuck, right there,” he gasped.
“Like this?” Rufus asked, thrusting in and out of him at a steady pace so that his cock slammed against it every time he moved his hips.
Reno let out a wail, no longer capable of forming coherent words. The only sounds coming out of him were moans and gasps, all the air rushing from his lungs every time Rufus’ hips slammed against his ass. Rufus grunted as he moved, tugging lightly on Reno’s hair, which Reno would gladly admit he enjoyed.
“Shiva’s tits,” Reno hissed. “Oh fuck.”
Rufus leaned over him and, at that angle, Reno was not going to be able to hold it together much longer. He rolled his hips back to meet Rufus’ thrusts, both of them gasping and moaning against each other. Half of him was sure he was dreaming. He wished he had asked to record it, mostly to show Rude as proof, but he doubted Rufus would be up for that kind of thing.
Rufus gripped his hips, his fingers digging into the skin as he thrust harder and faster until all Reno could do was sit back and enjoy it. Rufus’ cock glided against Reno’s prostate again and that was it. Every nerve in his body fired at once and his cock throbbed. It was honestly too much once he came, Rufus still pounding into him. He was about to ask him to stop when his thrusts grew clumsy and he let out a long, low groan, spilling himself inside of Reno and sliding quickly out of him.
“Shit,” Reno gasped.
He had gotten cum on his shirt and jacket, which was going to stain. The dry cleaning bill was worth the experience, he had to say.
Rufus was breathing heavily behind him. He tossed a handkerchief to Reno.
“That’s all I have, sorry.”
Reno stared at it. It had Rufus’ initials embroidered on it.
“You want it back when I’m done?” He laughed.
Rufus grimaced and pulled his pants up. “Keep it.”
Well, it was good proof for Rude anyway.
He cleaned himself up as best as he could and pulled his pants back up, leaning against the closed door and observing Rufus as he smoothed his hair back.
“Thanks for a good time, boss.”
Rufus glanced at him. “Yes. Thank you for the diversion. I didn’t get your name.”
“Not important,” Reno said, opening the door and sliding out of the car. “I’m sure I’ll see you around. And do me a favor?”
“What’s that?” Rufus cocked his head.
“Don’t tell Tseng about this. I know you two are like this.” He crossed his fingers and Rufus frowned.
“That glorified babysitter? What business is it of his?”
Reno laughed loudly. “See you around, boss.”
He shut the door and waltzed off down the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette as he made his way back to his apartment. This was an evening for the books if there ever was one. He knew Veld and Tseng wouldn’t find out because Rufus surely wouldn’t ever admit to anyone that he had fucked a Turk. But he could tell Rude, even if Rude would undoubtedly not want to hear about it.
When he reached his apartment, he took a quick shower and fell onto the bed naked. Before he went to sleep, he sent a single text to Rude.
“You’ll never believe who I fucked tonight.”