Reno Is God (20)

This was an amusing little piece of fun that I couldn’t resist writing.

Title: Reno Is God
Rating: M (Now it’s just full on sex)
Description: Freshly returned from the lifestream, Kadaj enjoys a sucker compliments of Tifa and informs Cloud that he has found God
Disclaimer: I don’t own shite, if you want to sue me, sue for my SIMS games–they’re the only things I have that are worth anything

This was meant to be amusing, take it as such!

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20. Reassurance!

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Kadaj left shortly after Cloud arrived. Tifa was right, he really only could take his niisan in small doses. By bike it was even faster to get home, he didn’t even break another icky sweat. He left his precious bike with Frank after some cajoling on the security guard’s part—he wanted to drag it up the stairs into the apartment but Reno had foreseen this and had left strict orders that the bike was to stay locked up at the desk. There was even a nice new wire with a shiny lock, and Kadaj put the key carefully into his pocket, checking it obsessively on his way up the stairs as if he might lose it between the desk and his room.

The apartment was quiet when he got back, and the boy hurried to put his key away in his desk along with his other treasures—a colorful chocobo feather that he’d found on a walk one day with Loz, a prism of fused glass thrown off from the meteor-scare, his passbook that gave him citizen rights, and a few trinkets that Reno had brought him from various corners of the globe while on missions.

He showered quickly and changed into his favorite jeans and a skinny tee-shirt that Reno forbid him to wear outside of the apartment. It was blindingly green with the word “Princess” written across it in glittery pink letters. Reno had gotten it for him as a joke and Kadaj had worn it with determined spite, but it was really comfortable and soft so it quickly became his favorite, even if it did cling like a second skin.

He padded to their bedroom, wondering if they’d gone off on some adventure without him and ready to pitch a fit if they had…or else go through every nook and cranny of their bedroom just to satisfy his curiosity and irritate Reno and then pitch a fit, which would serve him right. He should never leave Kadaj out of anything.

He heard a small noise from the other side of the door, though, and figured they’d be worshiping, so he opened it softly and let himself in.

“Yazoo! Oh my gosh!”

He stopped in the doorway in stunned shock, heart thudding because his brother was bound to the bed, gagged. It was so unexpected that Kadaj nearly panicked, but Reno was sitting at the foot of the bed smoking in calm silence, so Kadaj transferred his shocked and unsure gaze to god.

“Is he okay?” Kadaj asked, nervously shutting the door behind him.

“He’s fine, yo,” Reno murmured, sighing out a cloud of smoke. “He got a little uppity in the shower and I had to give him an attitude adjustment…”

He turned his head and twisted his lean body a little to give Yazoo a smirk.

“Ain’t that right, baby?” he asked, and gave him a hard slap to his exposed, straining cock.

Yazoo’s eyes rolled up and his body pulled taut in a long, liquid shudder before subsiding bonelessly against the mattress.

Kadaj winced, but Yazoo seemed to appreciate the rough treatment—his pretty erection seemed to swell even more, stiff against his belly.

The boy came closer a little hesitantly, not wanting Reno to take the notion of doing such a thing to him. Yazoo’s bright jade eyes were languid and hazy, full of something utterly content. Kadaj knew his brother reveled in Reno’s dominance, and would even deliberately piss him off sometimes, but he’d never seen him so lost inside himself, so vulnerably laid out.

Kadaj passed a hand in front of Yazoo’s eyes, trying to ignore the leather cuffs that clipped him to the headboard and the ball-gag that forced his mouth wide. There was no flicker of recognition, no awareness. Yazoo was somewhere else, and it was a place Kadaj had no intentions of going.

“Are you sure he’s okay?” he asked, retreating a safe distance from both of them. His brother’s wrists were cuffed together and fastened to the headboard above his head. His ankles were bound separately, his legs spread wide. The boy couldn’t deny that it was an enticing picture, but it made him nervous because he didn’t understand it.

“Yeah, he gets like this sometimes,” Reno told him, smashing out his cigarette and handing the ashtray to Kadaj, gesturing for him to put it on the dresser. “He’ll just punch my buttons, yo. Does it on purpose, the little fuck. As if he needs to.”

He turned and gave Yazoo another long, amused look and said, “Daddy always knows when his baby needs some reassurance.”

Kadaj put the ashtray down and cast another dubious glance at the weird scene. If this was reassurance, he’d keep his doubts. Those cuffs would leave bruises, and the gag made Yazoo drool. Kadaj thought that was icky, and never wanted that to happen to him.

“Don’t worry,” Reno told him, chuckling, reading his thoughts from the look on his face. “You need hugs and kisses, Yazoo needs to be worked over—reminds him that he belongs to me, that I love him.”

“That’s just weird,” Kadaj decided, frowning.

“Nah, baby, not weird,” Reno told him. “It is what it is. He gets a little insecure, I squeeze down on him. Makes him feel safe.”

Kadaj had a pretty good idea of what had made Yazoo feel insecure. He hadn’t missed his brother’s utterly lost expression when Reno made his off-hand comment about Tifa’s generous assets.

“You have fun at Seventh Heaven?” Reno asked, his blue eyes lifting to meet Kadaj’s. He seemed to have forgotten his request, or else he didn’t care about it enough to pursue it.

Kadaj nodded, his morbidly curious gaze still roving over his brother’s bound body. It was immensely distracting, especially since Yazoo was painfully hard and kept making soft, fretful little wriggles that Reno ignored. Still, the sight of his gorgeous brother so helpless and alluring was strangely compelling, and Kadaj blushed a little to find himself liking it.

“Come here, baby, let me hold you a second,” Reno told him, straightening from leaning his elbows on his knees so that Kadaj could scoot into his lap. Reno snuggled the boy’s bottom tightly to his groin and made a soft, satisfied sound before saying, “You and that fucking shirt.”

“I like this shirt!” Kadaj told him, offended.

“It’s for girls,” Reno told him.

“So?” Kadaj countered. “What do I care? It even has my name on it!”

Reno tilted his head to the side at this statement and gave in with a soft sigh. There really was no countering that, and he’d bought the shirt for Kadaj in the first place, after all.

“You look a little freaked out, have a go-round with Cloud, yo?”

Kadaj gave him a skeptical look and said, “Reno, my brother is gagged and drooling—gross!—and locked to your bed…just because you don’t think that’s weird doesn’t mean that I don’t.”

Reno laughed a little and leaned back again, Kadaj rocking in his lap with his movement as he reached back and gave Yazoo another hard slap that sent his slender body into shuddering spasms, muffled noises escaping that gag.

“This is nothing, yo,” Reno told him, sitting back up to kiss Kadaj’s throat and give him a sharp nip. “I know you had a Cloud-style run-in ‘cause you always get that same cute look on your angel face—all pouty and pissed. What’d he say to you, yo? You spill about being fucked?”

“He told me I had hickeys,” Kadaj informed him, put out about it again. He’d almost forgotten that he had icky marks on his pretty throat, and recalling their presence made him a little miffed at Reno since he’d done the majority of neck-biting last night. “He tried to convince me that you’re not god, and he got mad when I invited Tifa over…”

Reno waited, surprisingly patient.

Kadaj squirmed in discomfort before lowly confessing, “Alright, I told Tifa. But she really doesn’t care, Reno! She said she’s just glad you’re so good to us and that everyone should be good to people and that it was nice to be good and she looked so sad that I told her I liked her and so did you and she winked at me when I said you wanted her to come over so—”

“Cloud will flip his shit, baby,” Reno cut him off, tucking Kadaj’s silver hair behind his ears. “I ain’t scared of Old Master Blades, but I don’t want him taking it out on my little Princess, yo. You keep the cat in the bag, Kadaj.”

Kadaj frowned and cocked his head, unsure of his meaning.

“Reno,” he slowly said, a little alarmed. “We don’t have a cat…do we? Do we have a cat? Has it been in a bag this whole time?! Reno! That’s awful! You can’t keep a cat locked up in a bag, that’s just cruel!”

Reno chuckled and nuzzled his nose against Kadaj’s temple, breathing, “It’s an expression, Kadaj. Write it in that notebook Yazoo got you.”

“Oh!” Kadaj sighed, relieved to know that there was no captive, piteous cat stashed somewhere in the apartment. What a shock that would’ve been, coming upon a poor little cat in such a state! Kadaj probably would’ve fainted dead away! What an awful—

“Bubble brain,” Reno called him, and lifted the boy out of his lap, interrupting his thoughts. “Hang on, I gotta take care of my baby.”

“Should I go?” Kadaj asked, not sure if he was allowed to see it…or if he even wanted to. Yazoo had an appetite for violence and Reno always seemed more than able to oblige. Even within the confines of Reno’s carefully constructed rules, it still bothered Kadaj, but he tried very hard not to let his lovers know it.

Reno shrugged as if it didn’t matter, idly scratching his eyebrow. He was thoughtfully considering Yazoo’s body, sweeping eyes taking in his pale, perfect skin and his frighteningly hungry expression.

“You can stay, yo,” he absently said, reaching down to brush his fingers over Yazoo’s cheek. His lover’s eyes swept closed, spilling hot tears that made Reno coo at him, tenderly brushing them away. When Yazoo’s eyes opened again they shined just as brightly with joy as with tears, and Kadaj realized that they weren’t sad-tears at all. Once again he had the unexplainable feeling that Reno’s connection to Yazoo was too deep and complex for him to ever understand. Still, if anyone ever looked at him the way that Yazoo was looking at Reno, he would be one very loved individual…

Reno sat down on the bed next to Yazoo, still stroking his face.

“You calmed down, baby? You gonna be a good boy for daddy?”

Yazoo nodded, almost glowing with the force of his love.

The man shifted to his feet again and whipped his shirt and pants off with easy, unconscious grace.

Kadaj was momentarily breathless, still rather prone to being both shocked and fascinated by Reno’s bare body. He was nothing short of perfection, so lean and tightly muscled, so graceful and so powerful…He gave Kadaj the shivers, and the boy hugged himself in silence, willingly staying in the background because—as much as he loved worshiping—this bitter penance seemed too much for his happy little heart to bear.

Reno didn’t spare him a glance and Yazoo had eyes only for his older lover. The man didn’t unbind him, didn’t remove that gag. He moved over Yazoo’s straining body like a lithe white shadow, tickling his mouth up Yazoo’s side to his throat to plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Had enough foreplay, Yazoo?” he asked, pulling on his bound wrists as if the very shackles themselves were some kind of love-play to Yazoo.

The slim man arched beneath him, chest heaving with his silent breaths.

Reno smirked, saying, “That’s what I thought.”

He leaned down and pushed his fingers into his lover.

Yazoo squirmed, making desperate, muffled noises.

“Still slick,” Reno absently noted, and twisted lithely to unhook the heavy clips that held Yazoo’s ankles to the bed. He pulled the young man’s hips up and pushed slowly inside of him.

Yazoo’s eyes rolled in delight and he started to writhe, frantic cries bottled up by that gag, his pretty cock bouncing hard in a spasm.

Reno laughed and pushed deeper, letting Yazoo’s legs clench tight around his hips. He gripped Yazoo’s own slender hips with both hands and arched into him, somehow fitting the amazing size of his cock into Yazoo’s delicate and perfect backside. It was a feat that never failed to both amaze and arouse Kadaj, and he found himself silently apologizing to Cloud—there were miracles! Because if there weren’t, Reno wouldn’t be getting his cock into anyone.

Yazoo wriggled on him in frantic need, shuddering.

“Oh, no,” Reno said in answer to his desperate, pleading look. “No way, it’s gonna be my cock that makes you cum, pretty baby. You’re gonna pop like a cork because your daddy is ball deep inside you and you fucking love it. I ain’t touching that pretty cock of yours, baby—you’re gonna blow your load all over yourself because your daddy is fucking you, just like my little baby needs…”

Yazoo made a low, whining sound in his throat, his hands clenched into fists and his back arching hard. He rocked himself on Reno’s cock, trying to force him to move faster, to go deeper, to do it harder. Reno shoved deep but he didn’t change his slow, steady pace.

“My pretty baby wants it rough and fast, huh?” he breathed, his breath coming in ragged, broken pants. He groaned a little, sliding out and sinking deep, the tendons in his throat working as he swallowed. “Well, daddy wants it slow and deep, and that’s what my baby’s gonna get, and that’s what my baby’s gonna want, ‘cause he loves his daddy, doesn’t he?”

Yazoo was in a frenzy of pleasure, twisting and bucking, trying like mad to get Reno to react with his usual rough force.

“Nice and slow and deep, right baby?”

Yazoo shuddered hard, surrendering utterly, his tight body suddenly compliant, gracefully conceding to Reno’s dominance.

“That’s my good boy,” Reno breathed, moaning a little as he sank deep. “Such a good little boy, and I love my baby so much—more than anything. So, just for my pretty angel, I’m gonna cum quick. You want that baby? You want daddy to get you off and cum deep inside you? You want it quick?”

Yazoo moaned another response lost in that gag, his jade eyes hazy with pleasure, his body wracked by ceaseless shudders.

“I know,” Reno crooned, his voice gentle. “You’re gonna cum just ‘cause I’m fucking you, ‘cause you love it, don’t you? You love feeling me up inside you, don’t you, baby? Show me, Yazoo—show me how much you love it.”

Yazoo made a strangled, pained sound and his body whipped up hard in a spasm of muscle. His harsh, muffled sobs were loud despite the gag, as frantic as the pulsing spasm of his cock when it erupted with hard twitches, spurting yucky-gross up his belly with such force that some of it landed on his chest.

“Oh yeah,” Reno moaned, still thrusting slow and deep. “Holy fuck, baby, that’s it. Cum for daddy! A nice, hard cum for me. Fuck, Yazoo, you’re so fucking tight! Aw fuck, baby!”

He didn’t pull taut into an orgasm, he rode it, still thrusting slowly into Yazoo’s body, letting it wash over him in slow and delicious waves that Kadaj could almost taste. His deep, throaty groans were eloquent of pleasure as he kept it up, sinking ball-deep with each slow thrust.

“Fuck, Yazoo, you’re the only one,” he moaned, holding his lover’s shuddering body with gentle hands. “You’re the only one who can do this to me, baby. Fuck, I love you, Yazoo…”

He eventually slowed to a stop and slumped forward, his hands loose on Yazoo’s hips, his head bent forward, occasional shivers running down his strong back. Yazoo was weeping, overwhelmed by what he’d felt, his slender body shuddering hard.

Kadaj watched with wide eyes, not even noticing his own hard body, too awed by what he’d just seen. It hadn’t been violent, or even cruel, as he’d feared it might be—it had been amazingly powerful, another one of Reno’s games with Yazoo. The whole incredible ordeal had left Kadaj breathless and aroused, yet wonderfully ecstatic somehow.

Reno leaned up to unhook Yazoo’s wrists before gently removing the gag.

                Yazoo sighed in relief and popped his jaw, working his mouth a little to get the ache out, wiping his drool off of his face and making a little grossed-out face at it that Kadaj found too cute. He immediately made plans to practice it himself—cute looks were always good to have in one’s repertoire.

“You okay, baby?” Reno asked, chucking Yazoo under the chin. Kadaj had a feeling he meant something other than the worshiping just now. Was he okay from his fears, maybe? Was he fully reassured?

Yazoo gave him a smile that would give the sun a run for its money and shyly nodded.

Apparently, Reno hadn’t forgotten about Kadaj. He turned his head to look at the boy and grinned at him, saying, “Get over here, my little pink Princess. You look ready to bolt!”

Kadaj grinned back at him and launched himself at the bed, falling into a tumble next to Yazoo and wriggling up close to his brother to give him little kisses.

“Stop that!” Yazoo teased, and feigned fending him off. “You stop that, Kadaj!”

                Reno grinned at them both and told Yazoo, “Play with the little guy for awhile, I’m gonna go get cleaned up.”

Yazoo gave him a concerned look, but Reno only shook his head and said, “No sense in it—two minutes of watching you two play together and I’ll just be right back inside you. Save the shower for later, yo, and we’ll all take a bath together.”

Kadaj cried a happy little shout for the bathtub (he’d been dying to play in that huge tub and Reno always said no) and giggled when Yazoo reached for him.

Worshiping sure was fun!

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21. Playing With Pigs

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