*Snick*

It was the sound of the lock's tumblers falling into place. Reno didn't think it was necessary, but if Cloud decided to chase his ass down it might buy him a few seconds.

He felt like he was escaping from the scene of a crime and maybe he was. That was a damn nasty thing to do to a guy. A moment of remorse rose in him before he dismissed it with a deeply satisfied grin. It was all for a good cause after all. Reno was definitely topping tonight. No way was he taking any more of this top or bottom Reno bullshit. Cloud wasn't getting his hands on Reno until he was fucking begging for it.

Step one, Reno thought triumphantly and booked it out of the building.

He moved nimbly and didn't stumble despite the fact that he was still hard and breathing heavy. It was a damned good thing he'd set his cell phone alarm. He'd almost lost it back there.

Two hours later he was bored. Tseng, Rufus and Rude were all in a meeting with some corporate type hoo-ha and Reno was stuck babysitting the helicopter.

A sigh escaped him and he sprawled out even further in the cockpit, dropping his head to the headrest behind him. He was a lanky jumble of limbs and irritation filling up the crowded space.

Help me Reno and I'll return the favour.

A light flush spread through Reno's cheeks. He was almost chagrined at the goose bumps that covered him in response to that thought. Cloud could be almost unconsciously seductive and Reno was getting hard just thinking about everything that statement had promised.

With frustration he realized he was coming dangerously close to outsmarting himself. It was supposed to be Cloud who was hot and hard and begging.

He moved restlessly in agitation and pulled at his pants trying to loosen them. In his mind he pictured Cloud spread out before him again. Big blue eyes, heavy-lidded and unfocused. Palely perfect skin flushed and his body squirming with what Reno had done to him. Exactly how he'd left him that morning. Reno made a strangled sound in his throat. He could almost taste Cloud's desire.

He tried to force his attention back to what was actually in front of him. Knobs, buttons, switches and boring-ass scenery. His hands coasted amongst the various panels and devices. Reno probably flew helicopters because they were complicated. They had dials and buttons and were, potentially, more dangerous than any extreme sport he could think of.

There was a moment or two of fidgeting, followed by a half hearted attempt to tap out something resembling a tune and Reno gave up on the pretence of having self-control. He pulled out his cell phone. Maybe Cloud was also bored... or horny. He smirked.

Step two.

Reno flicked his phone open and scrolled through his contact list until he found Cloud's number. A series of rings followed. Perfectly aware of the fact that Cloud might choose to ignore him, Reno settled in to wait.

Cloud was stubborn but Reno was persistent. The line connected sooner than he had expected and the guttural purr of Fenrir exploded into his ear. Cloud said nothing.

Reno listened to Fenrir roar with relief. He was pretty sure there was nothing that Cloud could do to his apartment in two hours that he couldn't survive.

"What?" Cloud finally barked down the line. He sounded frustrated and sulky. Score one Reno.

Now to make sure he wasn't too sulky.

"Mmm Cloud," Reno breathed into the phone.

"Ten seconds Reno or I'll-" Whatever Reno was being threatened with was cut off by a screech of tires. "Well?"

"What are you wearing, Cloud?" Reno made every word a caress. He was idly fiddling with the zipper on his suit jacket. Cloud sighed, exasperated.

"Reno, I'm hanging up. My hands are full of sword and cell phone so I can't steer worth shit. I am being chased by some four legged abomination and you're a teasing little bitch."

Cloud talked more when he was angry.

"Gods Cloud, that's so hot." It really was. Fenrir was just about the most arousing toy ever. The idea of watching a pissed Cloud ride the rumbling beast while brandishing that huge fucking sword of his, made Reno uncomfortably aware of the tightness of his pants. Suddenly, more than anything, he wanted to ride Cloud while Cloud rode Fenrir. "I'm naked," he lied.

"I'm h- You're what?! Hold on." Fenrir continued to rumble. Cloud grunted and it sounded like the terrain changed. There was a moment when the timbre of the engine altered and Reno imagined the bike was no longer earth-bound. There was an alarming crash. The bike must have landed, followed by the sounds of the weapons locker opening. Metal slid on metal and then Fenrir went silent.

"Why are you naked? Aren't you at work?" Cloud's tone was clipped and suspicious.

"I'm stuck babysitting the helicopter while everyone else is making nice with some guy in a suit."

"Reno, you wear a suit."

"Not right now I don't."

"You're lying."

"Maybe." Cloud didn't need to know that. "Did you touch yourself after I left Cloud?" There was a very slow, very controlled breath drawn on the other end of the line.

"I'm touching myself right now, thinking about you." Reno dropped his voice to a husky whisper. "I'm waiting for a bike riding, sword wielding hero to come take care of this problem I'm having."

"Reno." Cloud had probably meant to sound stern. Instead he sounded breathless and intrigued. Reno basked in a moment of smug satisfaction.

"Mmm Cloud." Heat was spreading up his chest and neck, and Reno was getting aroused despite his best intentions. He became aware of the fact that his free hand was stroking up and down the control stick used to steer the helicopter. Snatching his hand back, he had to resist using the motion on himself.

"Are you touching yourself now, Cloud?" he purred into the phone. Picturing Cloud flushed and spread around his bike, handling himself was doing nothing for Reno's control. He tried to think of something else and failed. There was nothing faked about the moan that escaped him that time.

Cloud's breathing was speeding up. It was carried harshly over the line and Reno could practically feel it. His body tingled in sympathetic response. Controlling his own breathing was becoming difficult.

"Cloud." Reno forced the name out, only to have it get caught in his chest where it became a drawn out moan. "Would you, if I asked you to?"

Cloud's breath caught. Reno could hear him swallow.

"Reno." Cloud sounded debauched, like liquid sex.

Gripping the control stick again, Reno cast about for a way to end the call. If he didn't, the greatest will in the world wouldn't keep his hand out of his pants.

"Is that Strife?"

Gods bless Rude.

"Apologise for whatever you did that nearly had you kill us this morning."

Rude was exaggerating. It was highly unlikely anyone would have died. It was just that not thinking about Cloud was just as distracting as thinking about him. It was harder too. Regardless, Reno definitely had the helicopter under his control the whole time.

Besides, it wasn't like Rude had never crashed a helicopter.

A dial tone had replaced Cloud on the other end of the line.

Turks: Trained Underlings, Retrievals and Kidnappings, Reno thought somewhat petulantly, glaring at offensively taupe walls. At least today his job only required him to be the first two. Spending time with Cloud would get awfully complicated if he had to go back to employing the last part of his 'job description'.

He was waiting for one lab coat, in a sea of lab coats, to fetch him the samples he'd been sent to collect. He stood out like a hot, red thumb in all this drabness and it made his survival instincts clamour.

Despite his irritation, he was bored again and the reasonably attractive head-above-a-lab coat, assigned to keep him from touching things, had ceased to be amusing after she'd threatened him with a fire extinguisher. He had only intended to prove that 'flame retardant' wasn't the same thing as 'fireproof.'

He idly wondered if there was enough explosive in the chopper to level the place.

Fishing out his cell phone, Reno explained step three to the only slightly singed, lab coat-wearing assistant, just to see her blush. It earned him a neatly executed, very red faced retreat.

Reno wanted Cloud thinking about sex, which meant step three was exactly the same as steps two and one. He was texting Cloud to suggest he pick up more lube, nothing elaborate. Too much more than that and Reno knew he would get caught. Cloud seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to detecting Reno's schemes. It kept him on his toes.

In the middle of his text, Reno changed his mind and instead located a washroom. Cloud thinking about sex was good. Cloud thinking about sex with Reno was much preferable.

Reno entered the washroom and then a stall. There was some clever manoeuvring followed by a semi-audible click. He flipped his cell phone around to check the results.

Huh.

He hadn't known he had dimples there.

Reno sat slumped in a chair across from Tseng.

Seven hours.

Seven hours since he'd left Cloud pliant, ready and hard in his bed. Reno would have sighed, but he was in the middle of telling Tseng about some Chocobos he had terrorized that morning with the helicopter. Reno knew from long experience that Tseng would eventually tire of his seemingly inexhaustible mouth and either give him something useful to do or send him home. Reno was hoping for home. Home, bed and Cloud stretched snug around him as he drilled him into the mattress.

Reno didn't just want to top. He wanted to be Cloud's living fucking wet dream.

Cloud, the manipulative bastard, made Reno fall apart with almost embarrassing ease. Reno's ego and his pride were always silent under Cloud's talented fingers and mouth. He would let the man do anything. It wasn't until afterwards that Reno would get indignant over having 'lost' again.

Cloud didn't seem to mind who topped. He always asked. Of course his fingers would already be wet with lube and Reno would damn near be out of his mind with lust.

What Reno really wanted, was to do that to Cloud. He wanted to overcome Cloud's mountain of control. It had taken him what felt like a damn lifetime, to get Cloud into the sack that first time and he had still, somehow, hung on to his control. Cloud wasn't stiff or distant, just too well contained. Reno wanted to hear a direct request from him, asking for Reno's dick in his ass. He wanted to see Cloud's pretty, pretty mouth begging him for a ride. He wanted to be the one to drown Cloud in pleasure, make him throw off his reserve and control and just be.

He unashamedly loved plotting to get into Cloud's ass and had rarely had so much fun. Reno positively oozed sexual charm when he wanted to. He'd had more mad capers than a room full of drunken soldiers and could spark excitement out of a wet log. His usual attempts at seduction began with some variation of 'Ya wanna?' and ended in tangled sweaty limbs.

He'd never had a long term partner. He'd never wanted to give as much as he received. But damned Cloud Strife had Reno all spun around. He was rapidly discovering that playing games, fighting, fucking, all of it was better when it involved Cloud Strife.

So, what Reno wanted was complete surrender.

Cloud was also a sneaky son of a bitch in Reno's opinion. He had a million and one secrets Reno was salivating to uncover. He set ultimatums and issued threats that Reno had to step very lightly to circumvent. The discovery that Cloud's generic protective streak translated into a possessive streak a mile wide, made Reno go all tingly.

Coaxing a smile, a sigh, a scream or a pant out of the reticent bastard occupied hours of Reno's time. It curbed his usually destructive tendencies and was so very rewarding. Reno wasn't sure how Cloud managed it. How he could be everything Reno had expected and still be so much more. Whatever he had stumbled on with Cloud, he liked it and he intended to keep it that way.

A sigh interrupted his thoughts and stilled his mouth.

"Damnit, Reno. Get out. Go home. Just go away." There wasn't any sign of irritation in Tseng's voice, but Reno knew better. He grinned at him, dropped a little advice on how the man needed to learn to relax and shot out of the room.

Closing the door behind him, Reno firmed his resolve. Having managed to get Cloud into his bed, Reno was damned set on keeping him there. He wanted to make Cloud realize that with, under, over, inside or around, Reno was where he belonged.

This, Reno thought, completely justified his actions this morning. The measure of shame any man would experience over the way he had left Cloud, resurfaced again. Tucking that feeling away, he once again told himself it was for a good cause. A hot cause anyway.

He'd clearly had no choice. Manipulating a given situation to his advantage was all part and parcel of being a Turk and Reno was a damned good Turk.

Reno ran through his mental checklist. It held his constantly shifting priorities and rarely consisted of more than biological imperatives. Roughly two hours had passed since texting Cloud had stopped Reno from blowing up a building. He only had one step left before, hopefully, reaping his reward. His hair streamed behind him as he hurried out of the building, searching his pockets for his cell phone.

Reno dialled Cloud's number again. It rang and rang aaaaaand... rang. Reno sighed. Cloud might have thought he could avoid answering, but Reno was prepared to call until his battery died.

While he waited, Reno amused himself with thoughts about how he was 'rising' to the occasion.

When Cloud finally answered the call... twelve minutes later, Reno was barely paying attention to what he was doing and nearly missed the clipped, "What?"

"Will you be at my place tonight?" Reno wanted to inject all the sensuality he could into his tone. He wanted Cloud begging before he even got there, but he had to be very careful not to let the other man know he was being manipulated. Reno had never asked Cloud if he would spend the night before. He'd just assumed he would if his scheduled permitted.

It wasn't until after he'd done it that Reno became aware he'd issued an invitation. Something cold and hard settled into the pit of his stomach. Invitations could be refused. Suddenly he was desperately eager to hear what Cloud's answer would be.

As a Turk, Reno knew precisely what it would take in an interrogation to break him. He knew exactly how much pain he could withstand and how to be convincing or misleading up to, and possibly beyond, the end. This meant Reno knew accurately, without a doubt, that he would never admit just how relieved he was that Cloud said he would be there.

*Snick*

The lock's tumblers relaxed and Reno pushed open his door.

Cloud was waiting for him when he stepped inside and in a move that was both freaking cool and fucking scary, he materialized out of the shadows to wrap an arm tightly and possessively around Reno neck from behind. It bent Reno into an awkward backwards arch.

Forgoing a conventional greeting, Cloud bit the lobe of his ear and tugged.

Shit.

Reno's stomach bottomed out. It was like vertigo. Cloud was just there suddenly, warm and hot and hard against him and Reno was drowning in the feel of him.

Fuck.

Whatever advantage Reno thought he'd gained throughout the day, he'd damn near lost it there. The gulf he had imagined between them had narrowed and his body responded instinctively to Cloud's actions, leaving him suddenly and achingly hard.

"H-hey Cloud, what ahhh…" He gasped for breath, the position and his arousal working together to cut off his airway.

Cloud released his toothy hold on Reno's ear and began whispering to him, into him. He was so close it filled Reno's senses like he was yelling. Yelling in a sexy damned purr.

"You've been playing with me Reno."

Reno's hair tried to stand up on end in pure animal reaction to the challenge in Cloud's tone. It brought goose bumps up on his skin. Reno tried to still the instinctive buck of his hips. Cloud's accusation had his pulse racing. Heat bled out from his scalp and flushed down the back of his neck. Reno was hard enough to break.

"C'mon Cloud," Reno purred, canting his head sharply to bare his neck and tempt Cloud. "I'll make it up to you." Sex was the only bargaining chip Reno had. It was the only thing he thought Cloud might want. There really wasn't any other reason for the blond to hang around.

Cloud was a silent presence behind him. Reno hadn't really given Cloud time to respond, but he was worriedly wondering if he'd overstepped one of those invisible barriers Cloud had so many of. It was just occurring to him that if he played this wrong, he could have Cloud walking out of his life forever. It was a frightful realization for Reno to learn how much he wanted him to stay.

Reno stopped struggling and relaxed fully into the other man's hold, knees bending slightly to compensate for the difference in height. Back flush against Cloud and ass snugged up against his crotch, Reno rubbed against the hardness he found there.

He twisted to bring his lips to where he could whisper into Cloud's ear. He knew what Cloud liked to hear, so instead of fuck me, he said, "Make love to me, Cloud." Reno arched into him, seeking more contact and forcing Cloud to bear his weight. "Make it sweet."

So that hadn't been the plan. Reno gave a mental shrug. There would always be next time.

"I can't keep up with you. Your mind just takes off and I never know where it's going to land." Cloud sounded baffled. Reno could have argued that Cloud seemed to do a fine job of keeping up with and even anticipating his whims. Instead, he tried for one of those one word explanations Cloud and Rude seemed so good at.

"Cloud," he moaned out. It was meant to convey, 'yeah right', 'don't tease me' and 'I want you'.

He reflexively tensed when the fingers of Cloud's right hand came up to brush against the bare flesh in the opened 'V' of his shirt. The touch was light, gentle. Two fingers traced down his chest, pacing out the distance between his neck and the first closed button of his shirt. When Cloud encountered that first button, he loosed it from its cottony prison, baring more of Reno's chest for him to play with.

Reno sighed when Cloud gently released the hold on his neck and replaced his arm with his lips. They were warm, damp and soft where they pressed against him.

"Feels good, Cloud."

Cloud's hands were sliding down his chest and stomach. Reno shivered. When they coasted over his hips, Cloud's hands tightened and pulled, trapping Reno tightly against his crotch. Cloud murmured something into the heated flesh of his neck and then his lips were on Reno's face, kissing his way down Reno's cheek towards his mouth. Firm damp kisses trailed from his temple to the very edge of his lips. Reno had to struggle to quash the feeling of being cherished. It probably didn't mean anything. Cloud just did things like that sometimes, that was all.

Reno had a momentary vision of what he must look like. He could see himself clearly. Red hair dangling from where Cloud's shoulder supported his head, fully clad Turk-Chic, face tight with desire and posed in complete surrender to the surprisingly territorial hold of the other man. His bent legs were spread wide and his cock was just begging for attention.

Reno wondered if Cloud knew how flushed and eager he was. He also wondered if Cloud knew that his excessively tender love-making, mixed with his everyday cool, played havoc with Reno. Sometimes he was sure they were in a relationshipand then other times, he wasn't even sure if Cloud was aware they were in the same room. They were guys, it's not like they talked about this shit. He had no idea what was going on inside Cloud's fluffy head. He just wanted Cloud to stay. Though, as far as he could tell, Cloud would be just as happy elsewhere.

Fucking shit. Reno was tempted to check to make sure his balls hadn't fallen off. He was turning into such a fucking girl that he wouldn't be surprised if they had.

Reno felt Cloud pause. His nose gently nuzzled against Reno's cheek. He was clearly waiting for Reno to turn his head so that he could claim his lips. When Reno hesitated, Cloud nipped him on his jaw before moving his attentions back to Reno's neck.

His hair was pushed aside so that Cloud's lips could brush against the bare skin just above his collar. When he spoke, hot and damp, his lips stroked him. His tongue came out to lick along his neck and spine in between words.

"So, Reno." A pause, a darting press of tongue before it moved on slowly, torturously.

"Why have you been trying to manipulate me?" Cloud sounded genuinely curious. His mouth stopped to press teeth gently into the tender skin behind Reno's ear. Reno's scalp prickled with interest and his legs flexed to rub his clenching ass against Cloud's stiff erection once more.

The small sounds that Reno was making weren't useful for communicating much more than 'good', 'there' and 'again'. He struggled to gather himself enough to answer, but Cloud's hands migrated into his shirt to tease along his abdomen. The touch was tickle-light and Reno's muscles twitched helplessly in response. His vision narrowed and the world became light brushes and Cloud's breath against his ear.

"C-Cloud," he stuttered when Cloud's fingers dipped down under the waistband of his pants. They pushed lightly into the skin beneath Reno's belt and then were gone. Reno was left trying to push into something that wasn't there.

"Shit Cloud, don't tease me," he whined. Desperate to reciprocate, Reno plunged his hands into Cloud's hair. It gave him something to touch, something to hold onto. A tactile defence against the onslaught.

This was why Reno always ended up on the bottom.

"What did you want from me that you drove me crazy all day?" Cloud's voice was still a whisper, something like a purr. Damn the bastard and his control. Gentle sucking at the area where shoulder met neck was making Reno come undone. With a final sigh he surrendered, trusting all his weight to Cloud. Cloud supported him and laved the spot with his tongue.

"I…. mmm, shit Cloud. Do that again." Cloud stilled his hands and pushed Reno clear of his body.

"That's not an answer Reno."

"Cloud." Breathy and ragged, Reno struggled to fit himself back against Cloud. "I want you." Reno had the art of sexual calculation mastered. He knew down to the iota just exactly how sexy he could sound and what it did to other people. Cloud wasn't immune. So Reno pleaded, the promise of sexual gratification bare in his tone. It was true, he wanted Cloud. He wanted him any way he could have him.

It was going to happen again. Every damn time Cloud asked Reno if he wanted to bottom or top. Every time! And every time Reno was already reduced to a puddle of helpless need.

Next time he was using a fucking rope.

Fingers snuck under his belt again. Reno made a desperate sound. He felt coiled like a spring, wound so tight that every touch spun him a little more, raising the tension. His pelvis seemed to be radiating heat. It swirled upward in waves, pulling at his mind. Need swirled low in his abdomen, demanding attention.

"You didn't almost kill me today for nothing, Reno." Cloud adjusted his hold on, pulling Reno hard into his body again, letting Reno feel the whole long, hard length of him. "Hmm, I think I can get it out of you."

Reno had heard that subtle hint of promise before. It said things like, 'You've gone too far, but the consequences are going to be amazing' and 'I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll forget your own name'. Buried so deep that Reno wasn't sure he wasn't making it up, it whispered '...I'll take care of you'. It drove him nuts.

He wanted all the things it promised, especially the last one. Reno didn't need taking care of, but the promise held the allure of things like tomorrow and next week and Cloud staying. Reno was finally ready to admit that Cloud filled the ache in him and made him whole. The promise of being content, of actually being all the things Cloud made him feel, was like a carrot on a string carelessly dangled just out of his reach. If Cloud knew about it, he was a fucking bastard. Reno would run forever just on the hope of reaching that string.

Cloud's teasing and his tone and all this talking made him feel trapped in his own skin, pulled tight from his scalp to his toes. Desperate, frantic shivers bloomed out from his spine and chased each other across his body.

"Clo-oud," he pleaded. Reno knew he sounded strained and strangled. He couldn't get enough air.

Reno was almost as emotionally stunted as Cloud was. He didn't know what he wanted. Just that he wanted it and Cloud could give it to him.

Cloud's arms wrapped snugly around him, dragging him backwards. Seven steps across the length of the room and Cloud swung Reno forcefully into the wall and held him there. The impact wasn't that rough, but the recklessness caused a spike of desire to drive deep into Reno. It went straight to his cock and he moaned greedily. Reno loved aggressive Cloud. He struggled anyway. It was instinct. Besides, if Cloud wanted him here, he could earn it.

"Reno, shit you're so fucking pretty." He should have felt insulted. Instead Reno lapped it up. He was hard and aching and his nerves were all frazzled from frantic arousal. Cloud's voice and the obvious desire that leaked into his tone were a balm against the things that clamoured inside him. Reno was ready, he wanted Cloud inside now.

He looked at Cloud through his eyelashes. His wild, red bangs were sticking to his lightly sweat sheened skin and they were in the way. Now that it was available, he wanted eye contact. He wanted Cloud to see what he did to him. He wanted to see what he did to Cloud, the things only Cloud's eyes revealed.

His mind was cataloguing the moment again, trying to freeze frame everything about it for later. Reno ignored the small twinge in his chest and pretended he didn't know why he might need such memories. There was a light on somewhere down the hall and it leaked weakly into the room. A coffee table that was never used and a small patch of carpet were the only things illuminated. The rest of the apartment was cast in gloom.

The faint light also managed to catch in Cloud's hair. The shadows clung to his face, exaggerating his features. Cloud's cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut and his lips were a perfectly sculpted bruise. His eyes were huge and they splashed faint blue puddles of light onto his cheeks. Normally cool, Cloud was currently staring at him with a predatory hunger.

Reno loved it. Feeling nearly feral himself, he lunged against Cloud's restraining hand. Now that they were facing each other, Reno wanted to bite and mark, kiss and claim. He wanted to possess and be possessed. He wanted to push deep into Cloud and give over his fear and anger and frustration. He wanted to feel Cloud so deep inside that he touched the empty ache Reno carried within him.

Reno should have had the advantage of height but this close, breathing each other in, Cloud took up all the space. He filled all of Reno's senses. He was everywhere.

Cloud forced his left leg between Reno's and the redhead couldn't help but gasp and jerk at the sudden contact as Cloud's body slid against his own. The sweet pressure of Cloud's thigh against his balls and the blissful weight that finally rested against his erection were a shocking relief for his tortured flesh.

Cloud was just tall enough that Reno's erection rode the sweet cradle of flesh that formed between Cloud's hip bone and lower abdominal muscles. Reno loved that dip, thought it was one of his sexiest features and now he was wondering if it wasn't designed just for this. Cloud ground their lower bodies together and Reno humped against him in helpless abandon.

Cloud leaned in so that spiky blond hair mixed with red against Reno's forehead. He demanded breathily, lips caressing Reno's own, "Show me how much you want me, Reno."

Cloud apparently knew what Reno liked to hear as well.

His head jerked back while his lower body arched out to rub against Cloud's in involuntary response. Reno could hear his blood pounding in his ears and that pulsing heat from low in his abdomen spread and seared up his spine. Even trapped in his pants the warmth and friction felt good. He was halfway to frantic and he couldn't still his needy grinding. Cloud swayed gently against him, side to side, adding just a little more pressure.

"Show me, Reno. Show me how hot I make you."

Reno could feel his eyes widen and his pupils constrict painfully at Cloud's words. He could feel the muscles behind his cock contract sharply. A hot line of desire pulled taut from somewhere in his chest to that place between the base of his cock and his spine.

Reno did as Cloud asked, pressing himself tightly into the muscled ridge next to Cloud's hip. Fuck he needed it. His eyes fell shut, cutting him off from everything that wasn't Cloud's body or his voice.

"Please, Cloud," he breathed as his body rocked hard against him. "I need…."

Cloud's mouth was against his then and Reno was forcing his way inside. He hitched his right leg over Cloud's hip to bring them even closer together. Cloud's hands found their way to the buttons of his shirt and his knuckles brushed along Reno's chest as they began baring him, inch by inch.

He was still fully clothed and this shouldn't have been so hot, but Reno's mind had cut out everything but Cloud and the sweetly insistent pull of his cock. Reno needed friction now. He needed to show Cloud what he was doing to him, how it excited him, what Cloud was making him. He was completely unfettered and he felt a thrill sing through his blood at what Cloud was asking for.

Shameless and desperate Reno ground mindlessly into Cloud's taut lower abdomen. He wanted Cloud. He wanted him to know how much. Reno was surprised at how much. He was moaning wantonly with every up thrust and Cloud wasn't even moving as Reno humped against him.

"Cloud. Please, Cloud." It was like a race to get the words out as fast as possible. He wasn't entirely certain what he was asking for. Relief certainly, but something deeper was lurking in his pleas. His fingers were buried deep and tight into Cloud's hair and he was speaking directly against Cloud's mouth. Maybe if his request actually passed into Cloud, was breathed, breath to breath, into his lungs, Cloud would know what he was asking for.

"I always thought," Cloud purred, pushing back from Reno's mouth, "you were so loud, Reno. Do you think I can make you scream?"

Reno almost broke. Every time Cloud spoke, it sent electric little messages to Reno's cock and he was dangerously close to spilling himself. Reno forced his eyes open again to look into Cloud's. His eyes were intent on Reno's face, devouring everything that skittered across it. Cloud's thumbs were tracing his cheeks, his lips, his brows, his nose. Reno…needed. His need, the wall and Cloud's body were all unforgiving and hard, but Cloud's thumbs were tender.

He couldn't think properly. His hands tugged mercilessly in Cloud's hair and he was trying to angle his head so that his mouth could capture Cloud's again, so his tongue could mirror the motions of his cock. All of his focus, everything he was capable of, was trapped behind cloth and he was grinding it into Cloud's hip. It was *thrust* so fucking *thrust* hot. He drove himself into Cloud mercilessly. Gods, he was getting so close.

Cloud's hands rested briefly on the bare skin just above Reno's pants. They brushed upwards over every muscled dip and past the swell of his chest. Cloud used them to caress Reno's neck and he briefly ran fingers up into Reno's still bound hair before pulling out and tracing down to his hands. Cloud dislodged Reno's grasping hands from his head and laced their fingers together. Seconds passed before Reno noticed his hands were trapped above and to either side of his head.

"Does that feel good, Reno?" Cloud was gasping, always a good sign. He was finally starting to lose control. Reno bucked into him eagerly. "Do you want me to make you feel good?" Cloud was kissing his face. Raining light, light brushes of sweet dampness onto him.

"Imagine how much better it will feel when I'm inside you." Reno cried out at that, mind washed away under a haze of pleasure when his cock constricted painfully. Clouds thumbs were tracing lazy circles into Reno's palms. His eyes still roamed Reno's face. He whispered, "Show me how much you want it." Reno could feel his leg brushing against the hard bulge in Cloud's pants. His cock throbbed and his ass clenched. He bared his teeth, how did Cloud do this to him?

Cloud shifted his body slightly, changing the angle at which Reno brushed against him. Reno took full advantage of the additional room and his increased manoeuvrability. The first shuddering hints of orgasm were beginning to roll over him. Heat climbed out of his belly and licked his body into trembling readiness. Reno could remember biting into the area he was currently thrusting against just this morning. He remembered Cloud, pliant with sleepy lust and a fresh line of fire ran up Reno's spine. Shit.

"Cloud... I, I need…"

"Come for me Reno, let me know how much you want me."

Holy Fuck. He wasn't whispering any longer. Cloud's voice was gravel and honey, desperation and promise.

Reno hadn't really had anything resembling a rhythm going before, but now his movements degenerated into a mindless, restless jerking of hip on hips. It didn't matter that he was going to come in his pants. Even with too much clothing between them, every shift was a shock of pleasant stimulation. His heart was trying to beat out of his chest and the world had narrowed down to nothing.

There was the smell of Cloud, where Reno's head was buried in his shoulder and his weeping erection. He was throbbing. The clothes were too much. They muffled everything, keeping him from completion. He couldn't get what he needed. Reno tried and tried, wanting release desperately.

Cloud wanted him to prove how much he wanted him.

"Please, Cloud." It sounded like a sob.

Cloud moved one of his hands. He pressed his thumb against the straining head of Reno's erection and gasped directly into the shell of his ear.

"Now, Reno."

The world was white heat and Reno's whole body pulsed with his release. The agony of ecstasy was burning and wet. His mind spiralled, lost and empty of thought. Reno worked his hips helplessly through the aftermath, his body unable to stop its instinctive, heedless rubbing. It drew out the pleasure and had Reno shuddering through every diminishing peak.

"Can you do that to me, Reno? Can you make me come undone?" Reno's eyes were slowly rolling the room back into focus. Cloud was holding him securely and his pants were sticky. His brain leisurely processed what Cloud had said. No, asked. It was a question. Cloud wanted Reno to... to...

Oh fuck yeah! He could do this to Cloud. Take him apart. Shake off all control and just be. Reno could give Cloud that. He could kiss him into submission, pet him into need. He could caress and stroke him into giddy desire and then fill him until he burst. Reno would give Cloud everything he'd ever wanted if he would just let him.

"You want me needy, Reno? You want me to beg for it? Make me."

Reno's body was already stirring with renewed interest and he'd never thought there would come a time when he'd want Cloud to shut up. Cloud had had his say and now Reno wanted to hear gasping and moaning. He wanted to make Cloud scream.

An outside observer could easily be forgiven for thinking the look that spread across Reno's face as he pushed Cloud backwards was evil.

AN:

Please feel free to comment and criticise, if you feel the need to 'tear me a new one,' I am all ears. I can take it. ;)

To anyone who read chapter two (Reno's Revenge) before august 12th I am sorry, you read an early 'working draft' which I accidentally uploaded (like a dumbass). Yes I suck, I am sorry. Should you be interested, the ACTUAL version, posted since august 12th, is up. -The major points are the same, but of course the finished version is much better, fuller and finished. Once again I am sorry to anyone who had to read the unfinished version.

ALSO, as you can see this would be a horrible place to end the story. There will now be a part four, where hopefully things will be well wrapped up.

The same little notes as the first part apply here as well. I have snagged the help of the unparalleled Madisuzy over on Livejournal and she lent me her editing expertise (THANKS AGAIN!) That said, Crap and drivel are entirely my own failings. Don't like crap or drivel? point it out to me and I will try to keep it out of my future endeavors

Ware the scary Canadian spellings. ;) There should be at least a few instances.

Thank you so much for sharing this with me. I hope you enjoy. ~*~* - sparkles