It was all a daze to Reno, faces blurring, not important. All he wanted was to get laid, and he wanted it now, and he wanted it hard and bad, and *now* Gods damn it! But Rude led him around the room, occasionally glancing at some guy they passed – Reno didn't give a shit for the mission any longer and doubted he'd remember the guy's face if he'd been tortured to do so . All he could see now was Rude. All he wanted was Rude.

Finally Rude gave up. Pulling Reno with him to a corner he shrugged.

"I don't think he's here tonight. We might as well come back tomorrow. Let's go…" He stopped as Reno vehemently shook his head, his eyes pleading. "You don't want to leave?"

Another fierce shake of the red head. Eyes so aglow with need they might as well have been mako-induced.

Rude pressed Reno up against the wall, felt him squirm to rub up against Rude's leather clad knee. Still tied and gagged, Reno threw back his head in reckless abandon as he felt Rude's hand wrap around the vulnerable throat. He was sweat-soaked and aroused, reeking of sex, the corset and leather still hugging him tight. He'd never looked hotter.

"You want us to stay? You want me to fuck you, right here?"

Reno's pulse beat so hard against the tender skin of his throat as he closed his eyes and nodded. Rude smirked.

"No."

Reno's eyes flew wide open. Rude let him go.

"Not here. I know where we can go." He caressed down Reno's jaw, ignoring the gaze that said *bastard!* and continued. "You'll have to trust that I know you better than you know yourself right now."

Reno had no choice but to follow Rude. All he wanted – all he *needed* - was a Gods-damned ordinary fuck, but somehow he didn't think he'd get away that easy. Rude let him away from the crowd, out into a corridor Reno hadn't seen before. A room seemed to open out of nowhere, swallowing them up, shutting out the world.

Leaving them alone.

Reno was pushed back onto a bed, wincing once more as his poor ass stung. The stripes and spanking had awoken every nerve he had there, making them tender and sensitive; he reacted to every touch like he was a virgin. He could barely remember what being a virgin was like, but as his heart beat fast with dread and anticipation and arousal, he thought he remembered. And it wasn't all pleasurable.

Rude loosened his handcuffs, but Reno's hands was quickly caught and pushed over his head, where this bed had other cuffs waiting for him. There were hoops and rings everywhere along the bed, Reno saw now and it made him swallow nervously.

Gloved hands slid along his leg, holding it up to kiss at the small junction of exposed skin between the red lacquer and the silk thong. The ankle was caught in its own cuff, and then the other leg, bending the same way at the knee, raised up and spread out like a feast.

"You haven't been a very good sub tonight, Reno. So you'll have to earn it."

"Umph!" Reno protested behind the gag as Rude got up, but his partner ignored him.

Undressing, efficiently and quickly, Rude turned back to Reno who once more swallowed. Yeah, he'd seen Rude naked, lots of times. But not like this, all hard and hot for him, but with a wicked patience that Reno was starting to hate. The black tattoos snaked up strong muscles on the mocha-skin, the red studs glittered. Reno squirmed, and tried not to whimper.

Rude sat down on him, unclasped the corset and threw it to the floor. Against Reno's slick skin he was hot and hard, his balls drawn taut underneath him.

"I'm going to remove this," Rude said, caressing Reno's crushed lips around the red ball, "But I don't want to hear any more words from you tonight. Nothing but moans or cries or whimpers. No words. Or you'll make me angry again, and then I'll have to punish you again. You don't want that."

*No!* Reno shook his head, no more punishment now, he couldn't take it. He'd behave, he'd do whatever Rude wanted.

"Good. I'll remove this…but I'll give you something else to replace it. You want to cum? Earn it. Make me hard for you."

From what Reno could see, Rude was already hard, but he didn't dare to say a word. The gag ball was removed and his jaws popped as he moved them, finally able to take a deep breath. But the new oxygen did nothing to disperse of his feeling of dizziness.

The smooth, hard cock moved over his face, his cheeks, his chin, before finding his mouth. Reno sucked it in greedily, eager to please, desperate for that musky taste and smell that had been taunting him. Glistering wet with saliva, Rude's cock slid in almost to the root, making Reno glad he'd trained away his gag reflex long ago. He was moving his own hips restlessly, desperate for some friction, but none was forthcoming, not yet. He had to earn it.

Rude was towering up above him, but Reno could see that the blow job was getting to him, his face got softer, his eyes started to shimmer.

"Damn it, Reno, you are too good…" Pulling out, Rude leaned down to kiss him, harsh and hungry and Reno felt a thrilling jolt; even this helpless he was getting to Rude, making him loose control.

Rude moved down over his body, tweaking his already hard nipples into harder buds. For an agonizingly long while he moved his tongue over Reno's belly button, dipping into it, licking and sucking as if giving oralsex to the damn thing. He flicked his tongue over the slit of Reno's cock, licking away a drop of pre-come and then sadistically blowing on the wet spot, making it very cold against the flushed, hot rod. He grinned as Reno groaned in frustration.

Reno could barely breathe as Rude parted his still red and tender buttocks, shaped his tongue hard and pointy and slowly started licking the plucked entrance. His mind gave up at that point, he no longer had even a semblance of control to what he was saying, doing. He might have begged, cursed or just moaned; he was reduced to simple sensations, no longer in contact with a thinking brain.

Rude loomed over him, pushing his trembling thighs even further apart. The scalding hot cock lay against Reno's slick entrance.

"I'm going to take you now, partner." He said with a thick voice.

Reno wasn't a virgin. He hadn't been a virgin for a long time; Hell, he'd even had sex with Rude lots of times. None of that seemed to matter as Rude finally pushed into him. He screamed right out, his back arching with pain – no pleasure- no pain – he didn't know and he didn't care. He'd *needed* this for so long, his ordinary senses were so high-strung it felt like electric cords had replaced his nerves.

Rude was pumping in to him, hard and brutal, hot and hard and heavy and Reno bit into that hard flesh of his partners neck, because he had to do *something*, his body demanded he'd do something and this was the only outlet.

When he finally came, he thought he'd blacken out. The rush shook his entire body, not just his groin, a primitive wave of unleashed desire that almost stole his consciousness away. He slumped back, with a wince as Rude arched over him and came violently, deep inside him. Almost falling over his partner, Rude lay down on him, both panting, minds almost blown away.

Slowly, Rude reached up and opened the handcuffs, then the ones holding his legs. Reno's thighs ached, every limb and muscle drawn out and exhausted. His mind couldn't cope with any more sensations, not now, not before a long rest. As Rude snuggled up to him and mumbled a question about him being alright, Reno didn't have the strength to do anything but smile, cuddle closer into those protective arms and promptly fall asleep.

When he awoke the next time, he was lying wrapped up in a blanket on the back seat of the car, Rude driving back to ShinRa with the stereo turned down low, humming along with the music.

"Rude…" Reno leaned up on his elbow.

"Yes, partner?"

"We botched the mission."

Rude shrugged.

"It wasn't our fault the client wasn't there tonight. We'll come back tomorrow." He cast a glance in the mirror, concerned brown eyes meeting Reno's. "That is, if you want to come with me again."

Reno smiled and lay down again, pulling the blankets around him.

"You tore my outfit. You'd better get me a new one, yo."

"I will."

"A nice one. Like with those ribbons Yazoo had."

"Sure."

"My thong's gone to."

"I'll get you one."

"And why is my collar just of leather? I want one of silver." He batted his eyes at Rude. "Don't I deserve it?"

"Reno…"

"Alright, I'll earn it." He yawned and pulled up the blankets. "But there better be a Gods-damned breakfast waiting for me when I wake up, yo." He muttered as he crawled back down on the seat and started snoring gently.

Rude smiled.

The End