Prologue: Unspoken
"Rude, wait for me at the bar."
"Where are you going?"
"Gotta drop off mission reports at Prez's office. I'll join you ASAP. And, don't ditch me, cuz I got something to tell you." Something very important...
"All right. Uh, Reno..." I have to tell you something, too
"Huh?"
How will you respond? "...Nothing. I'll see you later."
"Sure." Reno flashed his trademark lopsided grin and walked away from his best friend, unruly crimson hair flying behind him like a tail. With a sigh, Rude loosened his necktie and headed for the Midgar slums. He needed a good drink for the mental support.
I: Violation
Straightening out the wrinkles in his jacket, Reno took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the President Office. He didn't like to visit Rufus ShinRa's domain. The way the young president looked at him unnerved him; the man's cold gaze was always hungry, as if surveying how he would taste. Gives me the creeps. The Turk grimaced, and waited for the haughty command to enter.
"Come in."
Here it goes... Reno turned the knob, and stepped into the dimly lit (he always wondered why) suite of the ShinRa successor. Rufus was comfortably seated at his chair, legs crossed and resting on top of the desk. Definitely a bad manner in receiving someone, but that was the man's character. Cold, calculating, not giving a damn as to what others thought of him. Seeing Reno, Rufus's ice blue eyes narrowed with a touch of smirk.
"Ah, Reno. What brings you here?" The dark-blond president drawled with a predatory undertone. He took his feet off the rim of the desk, and motioned the redhead to approach him.
"I brought the mission reports you requested, sir." Reno extended his hand to place the manila folder upon the desk. Rufus's hand moved as if to pick it up, but instead grabbed the Turk's thin wrist. "S-Sir!?" Reno gasped as he was yanked forward by an arm, forced to bend over the desk. His reflex kicked in and he tried to break free, but Rufus was quicker. He stood up and forced his lips upon the startled Turk's, holding the thin man by the nape of his red hair.
Waaaaaaaa! Wide-eyed, Reno screamed uncontrollably in his head but no sound came out of his covered mouth. He was shocked; Rufus was stealing his first kiss. For all his cockiness, Reno was not the experienced playboy he appeared to be. Disgusted, he struggled viciously and bit down on the invasive tongue, making Rufus draw back with a cry.
Gotta get outta here, now! Scrubbing his lips violently with the back of his hand, Reno made a run for the door. Unfortunately, Rufus, who had recovered from the unexpected reprisal, grabbed Reno's jacket by the collar and pulled him back. The young blond threw the Turk to the leather sofa with a merciless force.
"You bit me!" Rufus hissed angrily, tasting blood in his mouth.
"I-I... why did you... w-what..." Reno stammered wide-eyed. Anger was slowly building up in him, too, as he became more aware of what had happened. He clenched his fist, daring to strike out.
"If you hit me, you can kiss good bye to the Turks." Rufus let his lips curl up in a smirk. Now, let's see how you'll react to that. He half expected the proud redhead to strike him anyway, but to his amusement, Reno paled and unclenched his hands. "Good boy. Don't fight me." He murmured, and leaned over to pin Reno's slight frame to the cushion.
Dammit! Damn it! Reno thought desperately. He felt sick; his mind was just a mix of anger and panic, and the only clear thought he had was that he didn't want to lose his position in the Turks. He didn't want to part with his comrades, couldn't bear the thought of being separated from... Rude... oh God... He closed his eyes, and tried to shut out Rufus ShinRa's presence by thinking of his bald-headed best friend.
"I've had my eyes on you for a while. Just stay still." Rufus snapped Reno's belts off with a swift motion and quickly bared him down to the knees. Reno trembled with revulsion as Rufus unzipped the front of his slacks and pulled out an erect member. He swallowed back a whimper as the president turned him over and abruptly plunged into his virgin entry. It hurt, smell of blood and agonizing friction of the man's sex against his inner skin.
Rufus wrapped his arms around Reno's slight chest and waist, rocking his groin against the bleeding hips. He noticed the shivers spreading through the body beneath his, but merely smirked. "Too tight, Reno. Relax a little..." It was an impossible suggestion.
Ugh... ugh... Reno gripped the cushions until his knuckles went white. He was close to fainting, but he refused to make himself more vulnerable to Rufus. I won't cry... I won't cry... Reno felt Rufus throb hard inside him but it showed no sign of climax. He remained rigid, desperately awaiting the end of this encounter.
Interlude: Tears
Reno managed to drag himself back to the Turks dorm. His head was swirling with the denial of what harm had been inflicted; all his senses collapsed down the moment he stepped into his apartment.
Just as he crumbled to the floor, the PHS rang. He had left it lying on top of the kitchen table before he left. Shut the fuck up... Reno didn't bother to answer the call, and it went into the message mode after seven rings.
"Reno?" Familiar low voice caught his attention.
Rude... Reno began to rise to get the cellular, but froze in the mid-attempt. What the hell am I doing? I can't talk to him like this... Instead of standing up, he rested his back and against the wall and hid his face in his palms. Rude's voice became a distant murmur to Reno as he sobbed softly. He had held back his tears all through Rufus's abuse, but now, the salty droplets slid down his cheeks one after another.
"Rude... Rude..." Reno hugged himself close, and willed himself into a dreary slumber.
II: Devastation
Rude watched his skinny best friend silently as Tseng gave a brief on their next mission. He wondered why Reno never came to the bar last night, didn't call back to the message on his PHS, and was so quiet this morning. Even Elena and Tseng had noticed Reno's unnatural silence; the redhead's lack of smart remarks threw things off for the close-knit unit.
"Reno, are you feeling all right?" Elena asked once the four of them were in the car.
"...I'm OK." Reno said simply, his expression blank, closed. His appearance contradicted his words, however; he had black circles under his eyes, and looked even paler than usual. He gazed out of the window in a vegetable state, seemingly oblivious to the others.
"Reno."
"What!? I said, I'm OK!" The redhead snapped irritably. Realizing that it was Tseng who had spoken, Reno mumbled incomprehensible apologies. The oriental leader of the Turks dismissed the offense with a look of concern.
"You don't look ‘OK.' Reno, when we get to the town, you should stay at the hotel and rest."
"But..."
"It's an order. You will rest." Tseng ordered mildly. For all his coolness, he was a good leader, and cared about his men (and a woman). Reno fell silent once again, and played with his electro rod half-heartedly.
What's happened to you? Rude took off his dark shades and narrowed his small eyes at the thin Turk. Reno was deliberately shutting everyone out; he was never a type to ask for help or confide a problem, and that worried Rude greatly. The 'Reno' he knew could shrug off anything, from injury to verbal abuse. Something worse...?
III: Beckoning
Having distracted Cloud Strife's party as long as they had been ordered to, the Turks returned to Midgar to report back to ShinRa president. Tseng pulled out the PHS and dialed to Rufus from their car.
"Yes, sir... Reno? ...Understood, sir." The black-haired Turk cut the connection, and looked at his redhead companion. "Reno, the President wishes you to deliver the reports. And he specifically quoted, ‘As soon as possible.'"
Reno's face further drained of its color as he listened to Tseng. With wrenching effort, he kept his voice flat as he answered, "No prob, boss."
Rude noticed Reno's slightly trembling shoulders as they got out of the vehicle. "Reno, tell me what's wrong." He paced after his friend, who ignored his words. "Reno!"
"Nothing's wrong, Rude." The redhead said unemotionally. He brushed passed his concerned friend, refusing to let his gaze waiver. I'm sorry, Rude. I can't tell you, not for anything... A single tear slid down his scarred cheek as he made way to the president's chamber.
IV: Toy
Reno bit down on his lower lip until it bled. Sound of wet, sloppy sucking was driving him insane, along with the sickening pleasure. He wanted to cover his ears with his hands, but they were tied behind his back with Rufus's belt. His legs dangled from the rim of the desk he was laid upon. Through tear-blurred eyes, the Turk watched Rufus's strawberry-blond head which was lowered between his spread thighs.
How much longer do I have to bear this? Reno dug his teeth further into his lip, attempting to drive away the approaching bliss. This encounter was worse than the last one. Previous terror only involved pain and blood, but this... Just fuck me and be over with it... Despaired moans escaped the redhead as he was forced to release into Rufus's mouth.
"I won't hurt you much this time, Reno. Just lay still."
Give me pain, dammit... Reno let blood trail down from his mouth. Rufus was treating him like a precious sex toy he was. Even resort to suffering was denied to Reno; with sickeningly gentle slowness, Rufus entered him.
"Much better than last time." The blond purred into Reno's ear. "Last time, I ruined a good fuck by being too hasty..." He sensed the orifice tighten, and sighed with satisfaction. Mindful to stroke Reno's damp sex with a free hand, Rufus began to piston.
Don't touch me! The Turk almost screamed out loud. This ordeal, gentleness, was something he had never permitted anyone. He had never intended to give anyone the right, except for Rude. Reno moaned through gritted teeth, hating himself, and felt his body submit to Rufus.
V: Revealed
I won't cry... I won't cry... Reno staggered across the dark ShinRa HQ hallway, his eyes cast down and dangerously close to shedding tears. The Turks dorm felt extremely far away, although it was only a few floors down. He heard footsteps approaching from ahead, and cursed the timing; with wrenching effort, he put on what he hoped to be his usual smirk, and straightened his posture.
"Reno?" The tall, broad figure of the bald Turk made Reno freeze in his tracks.
...Shit, no, Rude. I can't... The redhead swallowed hard. Rude was the last person he wanted to see right now. Don't keep me long, Rude... "Hey Rude. Whatcha doing here?" Reno asked lightly.
"I was worried... What happened to your lip?" Rude asked, seeing Reno's torn lower lip. It was turning ugly red from internal and external bleeding.
"I tripped and fell. It's nothing." Reno lied smoothly.
Rude glanced at his wristwatch, and furrowed his brows. "It's past midnight. You were at President's place for three hours?"
"...Yeah."
"What were you doing?"
I was fucked. "Why do you ask? I was just dallying with the reports."
"You don't like Rufus, and you won't do that. Tell me the truth, Reno."
"It's nothing, Rude. Uh, I'm dead tired, so I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" Reno tried brushing past his tall friend.
As the thin Turk passed him, Rude caught sight of purple bruises upon Reno's neck, partially hidden by the flame-red hair. What the...? "Wait, Reno!" Rude caught Reno by an arm, and pushed aside the obscuring strands. Yes, there were more bruises, scattered all over the pale skin. "What are these!?"
Reno frantically searched for a good excuse but came up with none. He had been forgetting about the marks left by Rufus. He wanted to get away from Rude, and strained against the grip, but the tall Turk didn't let him go. Ignoring Reno's struggles, Rude undid the front of his shirt and revealed the battered body. Incredulous look passed the stoic face, then was replaced by that of... anger?
"Rude..." The redhead began timidly. Don't do this to me, Rude... please don't...
"It's Rufus... isn't it?" Rude demanded darkly. When Reno remained silent, he pressed the thin frame against the wall, and bent down menacingly. "Reno, answer!"
"I..." This is too much... Reno's voice cracked as he felt his pride crumble. Sobs escaped his choked throat, and he was unable to speak. He began to cry uncontrollably, desperately hiding his face from Rude.
"R-Reno?" The bald Turk went speechless. It was the very first time he'd ever seen Reno cry. Unsure of how to react, he released his hold on the thin body, and instead wrapped his arms around the slight back. Reno stiffened for an instant, then clung to Rude like a child, sobbing helplessly against the broad chest.
VI: Consolation
"Why don't you use the shower?" Rude suggested gently once they entered his apartment. Reno was sniffling quietly, still leaning upon his friend, but nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. Steady sound of water pouring followed shortly, and Rude pulled clean pajamas from the closet for Reno to use. What should I say? The bald Turk sat at the edge of his bed and pondered over it.
After several minutes, Reno emerged from the showers, wrapped in a towel. His eyes were cast down at the shame of exposing his marked skin.
"Here, wear these." Rude handed the pajamas to his friend, and turned away to allow Reno privacy.
"Rude..." Clad in an oversized nightshirt, the redhead timidly sat down next to the other Turk. "Do you want to know what happened?"
"Only if you want to tell me." Rude answered.
"Rufus fucked me." Reno said simply, keeping his voice devoid of emotions. He met the bald Turk's gaze with pained eyes, and waited for the reaction. Don't be disgusted at me, please, Rude. "First time was the night when I didn't meet you at the bar. Tonight was the second time. That bastard treats me as a new sex toy... and enjoys it." Reno bit his injured lip, deliberately stirring sharp pain.
"Don't do that." Rude pulled Reno closer by wrapping an arm around the bony shoulders. He lightly traced the torn lip with a finger, and let the flame-red head rest upon his chest. "You don't have to hurt yourself, Reno. I'm here for you." I love you. Thinking the words he had meant to tell Reno couple nights ago, Rude tipped the younger Turk's face up and planted a light kiss upon a slashed cheek.
"R-Rude?" Reno stammered at the unexpected show of affection. Out of shock, he began to draw away, but was pushed down to the bed with mild force. Before he knew it, Rude was on top of him, kissing him full on the mouth. Oh my God... Reno fluttered his eyes shut, unbelieving. Rude licked at the damaged lower lip, not applying pressure upon it. It was a gentle, considerate kiss.
"Reno... I love you." Rude breathed passionately as he broke the lip-lock. He caressed the damp red tresses, waiting for the response.
The redhead Turk looked up at his bald ‘friend,' speechless. It was the confession he had dreamed of for years, but the abuse by Rufus ShinRa made Reno feel defiled and unworthy. What should I tell him? The truth? But he deserves better than his boss's fuck toy... "I can't... I..." He began sadly.
"Is it because of the president?" Rude asked calmly, still running his fingers through the silken scarlet hair. "Or is it that you don't love me back?"
Reno's pale face crumbled at the question. Damn it, Rude, why do you ask me? He sighed with despair, and answered resignedly, "Yes, it's that bastard Rufus screwing with my mind. And no, I love you and it hurts me."
"I want to unhurt you, Reno. I want to make you forget about Rufus. Let me, please?" The older Turk beseeched protectively. He knew that Reno was not the one to seek protection, but he wanted to give whatever comfort he could offer.
"You are treating me like a girl." Reno showed a ghost of his usual smirk at Rude's proposal. He wasn't offended by the offer, though, and felt obliged to tell Rude what he was thinking. "You know that I have to be the SOB's toy as long as he is interested. Can you stand it? Because I can't stand myself right now... I feel like shit, too filthy to deserve you."
"Don't think that. All I know is that I love you. Nothing else matters to me, just as long as you love me too." Rude said honestly. He nuzzled his head against Reno's neck, and nibbled on the marked skin. "I'll show you, Reno. May I...?"
Reno knew what Rude was asking for. He felt nervous, afraid, and ashamed at the same time. Voice trembling, he asked, "You sure...? I'm all bruised and..."
"I'm sure. You are beautiful, Reno." The bald Turk cut in softly. "I want to show you..."
"Alright..." Reno murmured, and welcomed the loving touch with an open heart.
Interlude: Occurrences
The Turks departed Midgar once again the next morning, this time to track down Cloud and Sephiroth and killing them at any available chance. Reno was more than glad to leave the HQ and Rufus, Rude likewise. The two of them hoped for the mission to last long.
Misfortune was awaiting at every corner, from defeat against Cloud Strife to Tseng's death by the hands of Sephiroth. Surprisingly, it was Reno who took loss of Tseng the hardest; the Turks was like a family unit to him, and death of any member was unbearable. Rude was there to consort the grieving redhead, and the remaining trio resumed on their assignment.
Following the Black Materia intrigue, the Turks declined their return to Midgar and continued to track their leader's murderer. Sephiroth was in the Northern Crater, and they searched for the way to reach the JENOVA-crazed madman. It was around that time when the news of Diamond WEAPON attack and Rufus Shinra's death reached the Turks.
VII: Solace
"We should return to Midgar." Rude said over the dinner table.
"Why?" Elena cocked her head quizzically.
So I can spit on the bastard's fried body. Reno thought with dark amusement; he had been in a twisted, good mood since the news of Rufus ShinRa's demise. "So we can decide what to do, Elena. With the prez gone, the company's gonna go bogus. ShinRa's rule is over. We have to find somewhere else to work for." He sipped at the jug of beer.
"What about our loyalty to the company?" Elena pouted. She was a rigidly professional agent, a trait which amused the older Turks.
"We are loyal. Most other employees have ditched ShinRa already." The redhead answered cynically. "Let's go to Midgar tomorrow. See if we can help Heidekkar with anything, before we quit."
"Rude." Reno poked the taller Turk lightly as the three of them retired to the inn. Making sure that Elena had disappeared into her room, he whispered low, "Let's celebrate the death of ShinRa SOB, shall we?"
"Sure." Reno's sinister grin was contagious, and Rude found himself snickering, too.
"The word is that no one has been able to dig out his body from the top floor. A good opportunity to pay him last ‘respects', huh? With a couple of good kicks and spits?" Reno suggested as he led his lover into their room. Even thinking about Rufus ShinRa made him sick in the stomach. You don't own me anymore... Although Rude alleviated his pain, there was a scar in his heart which he knew would haunt him all life.
Seeing Reno turn somber, Rude gently hugged the redhead and gave him a kiss. "When we are through with the ‘respect', we'll never mention Rufus again. He's not worth remembering, Reno."
"I know." Reno sighed deeply, and sought the bald Turk's lips again. That was enough to make him forget the painful abuse, at least for the moment. The simple lip-lock inflamed them both; the next thing they knew, they were shoving their suits off with passionate savageness. Bed felt likes miles away as they tangled with each other with unquenchable need. They were both laughing in between the kisses, amused with themselves.
"Let's keep in mind that Elena is right next door." Rude murmured throatily.
"Like I give a damn." Reno returned with his usual lopsided grin. "She probably won't even recognize the sounds... always so prim..."
"Right." Rude admitted with a small chuckle. He jokingly threw the redhead to the bed and pounced him, causing the springs to creak loudly. Giggling like a little demon, Reno licked his lips seductively, provoking his ever-serious companion. They hugged once again, melting into the ardor.
"Thanks, Rude." Reno whispered into his lover's ear. When the bald Turk looked at him questioningly, he shook his head lightly, refusing to elaborate. "Never mind. I love you, Rude." Dismissing the topic, he began teasing Rude with playful touches. Their lovemaking was slow and deliberate like growing flame.
Thanks, Rude. If it weren't for you, I... Reno reflected in the midst of the all-consuming bliss. He had found solace in the arms of one baldheaded Turk. Eyes closed, he groped to entangle his fingers with Rude's, and vowed never to let go of the warm hand.
Author's Note: What did you think of this story? Nice? Horrible? Or whatever? Please send your response to littlemaiko. When I saw Reno and Rude in Final Fantasy 7, I was like, 'Those guys must be...', and have been playing around with the idea ever since. So, finally, here's the fanfic! Reno gets screwed by Rufus, and guess who's gonna help him recover? (Note -- this is set from middle- game to WEAPON attack on Midgar.) Have fun reading!