If you’re new to the series and you want to start at the beginning, go here; for once I’m actually organized 😀
Authors: Cloud is played by , Reno and Rude are played by
Characters: Reno/Cloud/Rude sandwich in that order
Rating: R – you have been warned!
Warnings: Light D/s, man sex, etc. This is purely (almost) porn, people!
Summary: Cloud spends the night with the Turks and has to go back to deal with reality. But what happens in the aftermath?
Cloud shivered with delight as he took in the image of Rude stretched out like that on the bed, looking like he owned the world and exposing everything to his two boys. Cloud’s eyes swept over the firmness of Rude’s strong, muscular chest, noticing how the small, pert nipples created two delicate little peaks on the otherwise firm planes of hard muscle. He let his eyes travel further over his tight, ripped belly to the delectable sight of Rude’s impressive length, larger and thicker than any cock Cloud had ever known.
Lingering at the sight, Cloud rotated his hips a few times, grinding into Reno’s groin, and the feel of Reno’s cock and balls pressing against Cloud’s willing body made him moan out aloud. But despite the heady teasing, both Cloud and Reno had their attention on Rude, and this was only a show in honor of their papa.
It was a mouthwatering sight, the way Rude’s fat, heavy length arched from his groin to rest on his tight belly, the tip of the fat head dark and glistening wetly in the shallow light, leaking precum that quickly gathered into a puddle between the ripples of his perfect six-pack. The sight was intoxicating, and Cloud let his eyes linger for a moment at the full, heavy balls that complimented the rest of Rude’s body in both size and weight before neither Cloud nor Reno couldn’t hold themselves back anymore.
They moved in tandem, sliding up onto the bed, with graceful, light movements, each attacking a foot and slowly kissing their way up along strong, muscular legs on all fours. Cloud made sure to adapt his pace to Reno’s so they kept moving together, kissing over Rude’s knees towards his large, muscled thighs.
Hands slid up tender skin, and as if they had planned it beforehand, they both reached Rude’s groin at the same time, sharing another deep, passionate kiss. Cloud watched Reno’s hand slip around Rude’s shaft and stroke him a few times in a slow rhythm before he held it up in a delicious offering. He lowered his head and slowly let his lips part around the very tip of the large, mushroom-shaped head.
The tip of Cloud’s eager tongue darted out to tease the small slit, and he felt shudders of delight rush through his body as he tasted Papa’s essence again. Soon he started to lap greedily at the welling little opening, and after a little while he slowly pushed forward, letting his mouth engulf the head in its entirety and slowly move down along the shaft. It was impossible to take it all, at least not without proper ‘training’, and Cloud felt a shiver of anticipation at the thought of that.
But for now he swallowed as much of Rude’s delightful cock as he could before he had to pause and breathe slowly through his nose. And then he slowly started to pull back, sucking deliciously and teasing the shaft with his tongue while he moved up and down at a slow pace, taking a little bit more in every time. He slid his fingers down to twine with Reno’s still holding Rude’s shaft in place, and soon both of Rude’s boys were slowly pleasing him with gentle strokes and a wet, eager mouth.
After a while Cloud finally pulled back, breathing in deeply while Reno took over his place. Cloud’s free hand slid down and cupped the heavy weight of Rude’s balls, kneading and rolling them in time with the blowjob. He watched Reno’s skill with swallowing Papa’s huge cock, earned from years of practice, and Cloud felt a deep shudder of delight and want rush through his body. It simply looked amazing, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
Rude’s large, muscular body lay boneless on the bed, liquid with the pleasure his two boys were giving him. Cloud’s soft, sweet mouth – so giving and eager – was replaced by Reno’s own hard, demanding one, and the contrast between them made him catch his breath. Every curl of their tongues, every squeeze of their clever, slender fingers, every scrape of sharp white teeth and flash of big blue eyes stoked the blaze in Rude’s belly higher and higher. He could feel his blood sing, slamming through his veins with the force of his thundering heart. And still, they shared him, one mouth replacing the other, each skilled and wondrous, each touching him in different ways.
“My beautiful boys,” he breathed, purring and content, his amber eyes hooded and warm. He watched them offer their sweetness to him, their vulnerability, their love. He watched them and thought of how he would like to take them, both of them, and for the first time was bothered that he would have to choose. There was no danger of preference, of one over the other, but he wished he could have them both at once, that would truly satisfy him…
For now, he let them linger, let them taste, let them tease and enjoy. He knew Reno did – he always had after he’d grasped what it was that Rude offered. Not chains to bind his spirit, not a sealing away of himself, but a freedom unlike any other he’d ever experienced. And Cloud, their little Cloud, he was enjoying it, too. He was made for such as this, and Rude knew he was very lucky to have him.
To have them both.
Reno came up off of Rude’s cock with a soft gasp, his fingers still twined with Cloud’s, still stroking Rude’s heavy sex with slow, tight squeezes. Cloud was heated and flushed next to him, his sparkling blue eyes glued to the proud thrust of Rude’s sex, his lips glistening as he wet them in preparation to take over again.
Reno watched him, watched him draw all that flesh into his mouth, his fine throat working to swallow it, his body shivering as his breath was stolen. It wasn’t easy to give the big man his due, and even after all of these years Reno could only manage to take all of him if he was extremely aroused or on his back with his head hanging. As far as being well-endowed went, Reno figured Rude had pretty much hit the jackpot. Not that he was complaining after the first few times they’d had sex.
He slid against Cloud as his lover worked, rubbing his slender body, brushing him with the fingers of his free hand as he reached down to fondle the heavy bulge of Rude’s balls. The delicate skin was smooth and as dark as the rest of him, slightly slick from their ministrations, tight with his growing arousal. As Cloud continued to pay homage to Rude’s heavy cock, Reno closed his eyes and fit his face down beneath Cloud’s body, down between Rude’s muscular thighs to lave his tongue over the man’s musky balls. He lapped at him, his tongue teasing and soft, his lips whispering over his flesh, his teeth lightly nipping what little of the tight skin he could get to. He felt Rude shudder roughly, felt a pulse rise from base to tip, a surge of blood, an electric shiver of pleasure.
“I want my boys,” Rude purred to them, his voice thick and lazy with desire. He patted his belly, wet with precum, and said, “Cloud, up, to my chest. Reno, up.”
He didn’t have to tell them twice.
Cloud pulled back, drawing in a deep sigh of air as Rude’s large cock slid from his mouth with a wet ‘plop’. His small, pink tongue darted out to lick away the wetness left on his lips, not even realizing just how sexy that little gesture looked.
Rude’s command rang in his ears like sweet music, and as he straightened up to move to settle like Papa wanted, he caught Reno’s lips on the way, kissing him long and deep and almost devouring him, curling his tongue around Reno’s in a wet, passionate dance, drinking the taste of Papa’s skin on Reno’s lips and letting wet, slick kissing noises fill the room for a while. His fingers curled into Reno’s hair and cupped his head as he gave everything into that kiss, his body, his mind, his soul…
Once he pulled back, his mako glowing blue eyes were alight with love and passion given as much as taken, and he leaned in and nipped at Reno’s earlobe. “I love you” he whispered, not expecting a reply and not pushing in any way. He would tell him this, and he would do it as often as he had to, as often as he could, until Reno finally understood it, until he was finally ready to accept it fully and maybe – one day – say it back. But there was no rush, no need for Cloud to hear it, because he already knew.
He had whispered the words loud enough for Rude to hear them too, because it was no secret, and he knew that it meant as much to Rude as it did to Reno. Slowly Cloud pulled back then, and turned to kiss his way up Rude’s amazing, muscular body from his strong, muscular thigh, over the softness of his loin until he met a sharp hipbone. He moved further up, dragging a wet, glistening track along the soft, dark skin with his tongue as he went. His mind swam with the delicious slightly salty taste of Papa’s skin, a beautiful testament to Rude’s lust for his two young boys worshipping him so.
He finally moved over one dark, tempting nipple and sucked the small, hard nub into his mouth for a little while before he finally reached Papa’s lips in a long, passionate, all consuming kiss. It was every bit as hungry and needy as the one he had shared with Reno only moments before, and as he slowly draped himself halfway over his Papa, pale skin covering exotic darkness, like coffee and cream.
“Papa…” he whispered, voice thick and heavy with emotions. “…and I love you too. So much.” His hand stroked up along Rude’s smooth, clean-shaven cheek, caressing in an almost reverent manner, his thumb brushing over his lips and tracing their soft curves. He loved the sight of his own pale skin against Rude’s exotic dark colors, and he almost had to force himself to not simply drown in Rude’s deep, warm, brandy-colored eyes.
He let Rude guide him to where he wanted him, slowly turning his lithe body to lay on top of Rude’s chest, Cloud’s belly up and his legs spread wide on each side of Rude’s hips, displaying everything and making room for Reno to move into place.
Cloud’s small frame fit in place without any effort at all, like he had been molded to it, and he leaned his head back, resting on Rude’s strong shoulder, turning his face towards him, so he could lean into another deep, longing kiss while his gentle hands stroked along Rude’s sides, caressing lovingly up and down. He didn’t need to steady himself on Rude’s wide chest, and as his mind started to comprehend what Rude had in mind, his breath deepened and made his heart beat faster. It was perfect!
Reno trembled in the aftermath of Cloud’s kiss, still shaken to hear Cloud admit so easily what he could barely say. He tried to make up for it by showing it, but sometimes it just needed to be said, to be heard, and he knew it. But he couldn’t do it just yet, and he struggled with himself as Cloud kissed Rude with the same towering, amazing passion.
When Rude began to shift Cloud around, Reno shook himself and moved to help, falling back into the sensual need to just show it instead. That, at least, satisfied the hunger in him to connect, to feel.
Cloud settled into place and Reno swallowed hard at the sight of his two lovers lying there together. With Cloud draped over his large, strong body, Rude looked powerful and content, his bedroom eyes sultry and sleepy, his dark hands gently brushing down Cloud’s strong shoulders. And Cloud – gods! Always so beautiful! The man lay gracefully on his back atop Rude’s body, his hard cock pink and flushed against his pale belly. Rude had shifted him up so that the proud arc of his own strutted sex angled up to rest between Cloud’s wide-spread legs, and Reno’s heart began to race just seeing them there like that. Both of them were beautiful, both of them were delightfully sultry and hungry, and Reno had never wanted anything more in his life than he wanted his lovers right now.
“Up, Red,” Rude gently reminded, startling him out of his shocked appreciation. The man reached over Cloud’s languid body and stroked the heavy meat of his own cock, squeezing the head with a soft moan that Reno couldn’t resist. He was glistening with wetness, lubed with saliva and pearly precum, and the thick veins that roped him were pulsing with rich blood. It made Reno’s mouth water to taste him again, but he fought the desire and moved to straddle Rude’s hips, moving carefully as the other man arranged Cloud.
“Ride your Papa,” Rude breathed, and bit down on Cloud’s earlobe so that Reno shuddered, his cock bouncing. He reached behind himself and guided Rude’s rigid, swollen cock into him, moaning loudly at the feel of the wide head parting him. He gasped and closed his eyes, needing to concentrate on how it felt, on his Papa, on just feeling it. It was never easy straight sitting on Rude’s fat cock – he was long and the position forced him in to the hilt – but Reno had pushed himself early on to take him, and after a moment of adjustment it all vanished into a heavy, throbbing pleasure that pooled in his aching groin.
He opened his eyes when he felt the both of them move and saw Rude urging Cloud, telling him to drape his legs over Reno’s hips, to push forward until Reno felt Cloud’s tight balls press to his own. He made another throaty, low noise and felt Rude’s cock contract inside him with arousal.
“Touch him for me, Reno,” the man purred, his big fingers coming up to pinch and tease Cloud’s pink nipples. “Rub yourself against him but don’t cum – I want to feel my boy’s body squeeze me like I know it can.”
Reno shuddered and pulled Cloud’s hips tighter to his, spreading his knees on either side of Rude’s body so that he and Cloud were pressed groin to groin. Slowly, he reached out and stroked his fingers up Cloud’s stiff cock before he pulled it up to press against his own, his heart pounding in his ears and Papa’s hard body filling him so that he could hardly think.
Cloud let out a deep, needy moan as he felt Reno’s hand close around his hard flesh and when Rude pinched his nipples it sent jolts of pleasure through Cloud’s body, making his back arch slightly while his cock twitched and his balls ached in longing pleasure. He moaned and closed his eyes, breathing heavily through parted lips while the tried to focus on Reno’s delicious hand that held him so deliciously tight against his own equally rigid length, and on Rude’s exploring hands, that made stars spark behind his eyelids while he teased Cloud’s pert little nipples into full hardness.
When he was firmly nestled as tight as he could get to Reno’s groin, he wrapped his legs around Reno’s hips. Not restricting, because he wanted Reno to be able to move, but enough to brace himself and push as close as he could to Reno’s body. He could feel his balls tightly rubbing against Reno’s, feel how every movement, every twitch from either of them was shared and multiplied.
“Please, Reno,” he moaned, sliding his hand slowly down over his own belly, so eager and needy, until he reached Reno’s hand holding their cocks together in his grasp. There Cloud twined his fingers with Reno’s so they both had a firm grip around their joined, hard flesh, creating a firm, tight tunnel around them. Slick, wet noises sounded as the precum that welled from both of them was smeared with fingers and palms.
“Please, make Papa moan,” he gasped. “Show me how to please him!”
He didn’t need to see it to know just how beautiful Reno looked like this, and he knew that Reno must be half insane from the pleasure of having Rude’s girth and length buried so deep inside his tight body. Slowly Cloud let his eyes wander upwards from where he had been mesmerized by the look of their lengths fisted in their dual grasp, over Reno’s pale, beautiful body, lithe and slender like a dancer’s and yet so strong and wiry, perfectly muscled, lean and catlike.
Cloud’s gaze went on to follow the bright red ponytail snaking its way over Reno’s shoulder, silk-like strands plastered to his flushed skin, up along his swan-like, slender neck, his beautifully chiseled jaw to his face, his beautiful, delicate, expressive face. The sight of him, his flushed cheeks, his heavy lidded eyes, thick eyelashes almost shielding the beautiful azure blue of his eyes from sight, his parted, pink and delicate lips…
Cloud took it all in, every detail, and locked it in his mind like a treasure guarded by the most fierce determination to love and protect and cherish he had ever felt, and Cloud’s heart throbbed almost painfully from the strong emotions welling through his entire being.
Cloud squeezed his hand a little tighter, urging Reno to start to stroke them, to squeeze and pull, and slowly bring them to the edge of oblivion. He could feel Rude’s firm muscles shift beneath him, could feel how his wide chest rose and fell with his deep breaths, and he could hear his rumbling, deep moans start to build deep inside the depths of his throat.
Cloud reached back over his head with his other arm, sliding his palm along Rude’s strong jaw, his soft cheek, and further up to cup his smooth, bald scalp.
“Papa,” he whispered, turning his head enough to look up at him in a tilted angle. “Look at him,” he whispered breathlessly. “Isn’t he…” He had to cut himself off as his breath hitched when Rude once more pinched his nipples so delightfully, right at the verge of pain but not, and Cloud tightened his hold around Rude’s nape while he once more arched his back, causing him to push back with his head into a perfect, strong and muscled shoulder. Only when he had caught his breath was he able to finish his sentence. “Is…isn’t he beautiful?”
“He is,” Rude softly agreed, his eyes traveling the length of Reno’s slender and graceful body. He’d always been drawn to him, even when Reno had been utterly out of his reach. Beautiful, yes, but it had been that darkness within that had been the siren’s call, that had pulled Rude to first bring Reno to his bed, snarling and spitting all the while. The dichotomy of Reno’s beauty and Reno’s inner, heartbreaking pain was one that Rude still hoped to mend, and one that still lured him over and over in the same way that Cloud’s did.
He felt Reno tighten around him, rocking gently, squeezing him. His lean face was set with concentration, his expression one that Reno had never seen for himself – it was intimate, private, an expression reserved for those who looked on his face in the throes of passion. It was a look that Rude cherished, a tightness of features he craved, an expression he would carry in tender memory for the rest of his life.
The delicate and strong hands of his two boys slowly pumped their strutted cocks and the very sight of it made Rude inhale deeply, a low throb of arousal pulsing up through his body and up into Reno’s. He liked how it affected him, how it made his hand clench hard, which brought Cloud into a series of shudders. Connected like this, he had both of his beautiful boys at the same time, and that fed the deep hunger in his heart.
Rude stroked both large, sensitive hands down Cloud’s well-formed chest, feeling the small shivers that wracked him, feeling his muscles tighten. His alabaster skin was almost glowing, tender and tinged a faint pink, stretched taut over his graceful limbs and lithe muscles. Even the scar on his belly only added to his beauty, and Rude traced it with a soft fingertip, purring, “As are you, Cloud. So beautiful, my boys.”
He lifted his hips a bit to make Reno gasp, and closed his eyes with the force of the responsive squeeze.
“Squeeze me, little cat,” he breathed, urging, his fingers sliding up Cloud’s rippling sides and up the hard curve of his chest to find his stiff pink nipples once more. “Squeeze your Papa!”
Reno moaned and tightened around him until the pressure was almost painful. Even with the gentle rock of his body, the width of Rude’s cock was such that it was more than enough pressure on his sensitive prostate. The spark of pleasure of it made him shudder and he pumped his hand with Cloud’s with a little more force, squeezing from base to tip, sliding in slippery precum. It felt amazing to have Cloud’s fingers tangled with his own, to feel the heat and weight of his lover’s cock pressed to his, all silky and hard. Cloud lay spread out on Rude’s chest like a feast too perfect to be eaten – the wild spray of his light blond hair, the heavily shuttered blue eyes, the open and loose, moist mouth. Cloud’s angelic face was too smooth, too perfect, almost preternaturally beautiful, and once more Reno felt the dizzying knowledge that he shouldn’t be allowed to touch him. But the sight of Rude’s strong, dark hands on Cloud’s white skin grounded him somewhat, and he rocked into the pleasure of those powerful, calloused fingers wrapped around their joined flesh.
He wanted to say something to him. He wanted to tell Cloud that he loved him. He wanted so many things, but all he could do was moan and close his eyes against them both, concentrating on his own pleasure.
Rude allowed it, knowing it for what it was. He tipped Cloud’s face up to his and kissed him, lessening the sting of it, maybe, or just easing Reno’s need. He sucked on Cloud’s soft lower lip and drew that warm little tongue into his mouth, kissing him while Reno’s body caught a rhythm and began to milk him in earnest.
He felt the soft slap of flesh reverberate through Cloud as his two boys slowly stroked themselves atop him. He arched his long back and lifted his hips, using his powerful legs to rock Reno back and forth on his heavy cock. He heard his red-headed lover gasp and slit one amber eye to find Reno watching them, a fierce and terrible hunger in his eyes.
Rude reached out and took Reno’s free hand, twining their fingers together, lowering them to Cloud’s tight side.
Together, that’s what it meant. They were together now, all of them. The pleasure was theirs to share, as were the sorrows and the joys. Reno had no need to hide anymore, and he knew now that he never had a single reason to ever do so.
He leaned down over Cloud, over Rude, tipping his body forward to work himself on Rude’s cock, a soft expression of growing relief on his face. He urged Cloud to move faster with him, and said to them both in a soft, almost inaudible whisper, “I love you…”
Rude shuddered and tightened beneath him, a soft groan breaking from his lips, his eyes widening, his other hands tightening on both Reno’s fingers and Cloud’s soft flesh.
“I love you,” Reno breathed, and gave Cloud a slight, shy smile, adding, “That is how you please our Papa.”
For just a second it was as if the time stood still. Reno’s words rang in Cloud’s ears, and he let out a soft gasp from finally hearing it from Reno’s lips. He hadn’t needed to hear it, because Reno had already shown him in so many other ways, but still, to actually hear the words uttered, was like an explosion of sensations overwhelming him completely, leaving him breathless and awed.
He reached up with his hand, caressing Reno’s cheek with the palm of his hand, sliding his fingers around Reno’s nape and pulling him closer, reaching for his mouth with his own and drawing him into a kiss of love and passion.
To be wrapped in such love, to know that the words had been directed at both him and Rude, that he was included in it… That broke through all barriers, all the final, lingering insecurities.
The sly smile on Reno’s face made the fire in Cloud’s core light up in a flare that caused him to cry out, made him arch his back and thrust into their fisted grip around their joined erections. It was too much and not enough, and Cloud knew that he was being pushed towards the edge with absolutely no way of stopping it.
His fingers tightened in their joined grip around their erections, his strokes becoming more erratic as he urged Reno to intensify the friction with him, to pull them towards climax. He was too far gone to resist any longer, and his moans were loud and needy, his body tense with the pleasure tingling every nerve ending in his slender body.
To hear Rude moan like that, to feel him shift beneath him to thrust into Reno’s beautiful body, feeling the desire coursing through all of them from Reno’s words… it was impossible to hold on any longer, and as Cloud caught Reno’s gaze, saw that smile still there, gracing his lips, felt the rough stroke of his rigid cock and Rude’s hold tighten… It all drove Cloud mercilessly over the edge.
His entire body was swept up in a sea of whirling waves, completely engulfing him in its grip, and he cried out when he came so hard it almost hurt. His body pulsed and throbbed in ecstasy as thick spurts of his release drew ribbons of white over Cloud’s and Reno’s joined hands and painted the pale skin of Cloud’s own ripped stomach in creamy white, leaving Cloud sobbing from the pleasure that had him completely in it’s power.
Reno moaned softly into Cloud’s mouth as that heated, hungry kiss triggered his slender lover’s intense orgasm. He matched Cloud’s rhythm, squeezing his fingers tight and quickening his pace, gasping when the pleasure of it was joined by the forceful push of Rude’s thick cock inside of him.
Papa Bear held tight as Cloud crested, beautiful in his release – his wide blue eyes sparkling, his moist mouth open and pink, his lithe body heaving and twisting with the force of his orgasm. Reno moved with him, pushing in time, sliding their bodies together through their laced fingers. It forced him dangerously close to his own release and he moaned, eyes closing once more, enjoying Cloud’s intensity and just concentrating on the feel of Rude within him and Cloud around him.
A soft noise from Rude forced his blue eyes open and he found that the man was watching them, a kind of glowing happiness in his amber eyes that Reno had never seen before. Rude cupped Cloud to him as the young swordsman’s body pulsed and shoved, cradling the force of his strong orgasm, one large hand gently stroking his sweaty chest, the other reaching up to tangle in Reno’s silky hair, drawing both of them to him.
Reno knew that look on his face, knew what that tightness in his features meant. Reno bent his head and kissed Cloud again, sucking on his tongue, on his lips, delving into the depths of his warm, frantic mouth, but his eyes slid up to linger on Rude’s face, to see if he was still happy, if this was what he wanted, because Reno wanted it more than anything but he couldn’t do this without Rude.
The large, bald Costan man rolled his hips up and pulled Reno down flush onto Cloud’s chest, sandwiching the slender warrior between them, closing the distance. He praised Cloud without words, with the warm caress of his large hands, with the soft trail of his lips, with the gentle rhythm of his body that rocked them both. He held Reno tight and caught Cloud in the middle, urging his wiry partner to move, to ride him, to find his own release.
Reno pressed his forehead to Cloud’s and breathed again, “I love you,” because once it was said, once he had broken his taboo on saying it in anything but a whisper, it seemed he couldn’t stop saying it. I love you, I love you, I love you until it merged itself into emotion made solid and pierced a hole in the perceptions he’d clung to all of his life.
Rude arched up and rocked him, finding the rhythm that would make him spend, hitting the depth and angle that would bring him in a heartbeat. Reno tightened his hand with Cloud’s, feeling the swordsman’s cock softening slightly against his. He didn’t have to ask for more, he just panted hotly against Cloud’s mouth and shuddered as his lover took the lead and firmly, urgently stroked him in time with Rude’s thrusts.
He moaned suddenly and tightened, gasping, “Rude!”
“Give,” Rude lowly whispered, as if Reno could do anything else in the face of that amazing, rigid cock filling him so perfectly, as if he could resist the tight pull of Cloud’s warm, slick fingers around him.
His long back arched and he reared back, impaling himself to the base of Rude’s heavy cock, his belly tightening and his haunches straining. With a harsh, gasping cry he contracted in Cloud’s fingers, in his own, and gritted his teeth as the pleasure tore through him like electricity, making his muscles spasm and his body ache. The heavy pressure in his groin broke and he surged against them both, rocking wildly as Cloud milked his cock, unable to restrain his throaty, harsh cries. It was a spiral of intense, painful pleasure that spread from the core of him out through his slender body, chasing sensation, leaving shudders in its wake. He lost all sense of himself in that sweet, blissful moment of orgasm, he was just nerve endings firing with frantic pleasure, just a heart that raced with excitement, just a body reduced to a single moment of completion.
He felt Rude’s sex pulse and moved instinctively, hugging his rigid length, sliding himself along it from tip to base as Rude’s hips moved to meet him. He fell forward onto Cloud’s warm chest, into welcoming arms, against a heart that beat a two-toned rhythm calling his lovers’ names. He gasped to fight the pleasure and sank his teeth into the juncture of Cloud’s shoulder and neck, needing something solid to hang onto as Rude’s muscular body bowed into orgasm.
It was powerful. It couldn’t have been otherwise, having seen first Cloud and then Reno feel such pleasure. Rude drew his arousal from their own, found his completion in their completion. It was the nature of who he was, of what he was, and when his boys were sweaty, limp, and thoroughly satisfied, and then he would quickly become so. He had no choice in it – just the sight of Cloud’s climax followed so quickly by Reno’s own had been enough to make him see stars…But it was those words that made it surpass anything he’d felt before. Those words he’d only heard a handful of times in all of his years with Reno. Words he craved, words he knew were true and always had been, but he still wanted to hear anyway. He would never forget that moment, would never forget the look on Reno’s face, the peace he’d seen there as he said it aloud for the first time, unashamed and unafraid.
‘I love you,’ and the echo of it brought Rude to rigid, gasping release with his two beloved boys held tightly to his chest.
Cloud could feel Rude’s release almost as intensely as if he had been the one impaled by that huge, wide length. He could feel it through Reno’s body, through the shivers that ran through him, and through Rude’s large body straining with the rhythmic pulse that sent his essence deep into their red headed lovers’ body.
Cloud was still caught in the aftermath of his own release, of hearing those beautiful words spill from Reno’s lips, and from bringing his lover to climax with his hand. It had been like they had all shared each other’s orgasms, like one had prolonged the other and dragged the pleasure out into something that had all felt simultaneously.
His arms slid around Reno’s strong back, cradling him tight and one hand rubbing his nape, his fingers sliding into Reno’s long hair and massaging his scalp in slow circles he didn’t even realize he was making, while the other hand slowly stroked down along Reno’s long back, fingers tickling over the slight bumps of his spine. He felt so good, so surrounded by love, and even though he couldn’t see his papa the way he was laid out between them, he imagined the look in those beautiful, brandy-colored orbs, already knowing it by heart.
He could feel Rude’s hold on them both relax a little as he came down from the edge, and Cloud tilted his head up to place soft kisses on his jaw, on the part of his neck that he could reach and finally caught Papa’s lips in soft, nibbling kisses.
Cloud had never felt better, never felt this close with anyone but Zack, and the memory of his raven haired lover in this moment made a warm, soft smile spread on Cloud’s lips. It felt so nice, to remember him without pain or heartache, just the fond memory of his beautiful smile and warm, loving eyes. And the best part was that the longing had faded. He didn’t wish it was Zack who held him now, didn’t long for what had been, like he used to.
He was so happy here, sandwiched between Reno and Rude, held in their arms and loved for what he was, for just being Cloud, and he knew that he never would be lonely ever again. Not for as long as they were together.
“I love you,” Cloud whispered into Rude’s mouth, the words almost swallowed up in the lazy, lingering kisses they shared in the aftermath. After a little while Cloud turned his head and found Reno’s mouth as well, lips parting in silent invitation as he kissed him, too. “And I love you, Reno. I love you both so much.”
He felt his chest tighten from the deep emotions running through him, and he struggled a little to keep himself in check, to let his breathing settle into a deep, contented rhythm. But it was a blissful struggle, and he felt how bubbles of joy seemed to just multiply in his stomach and spread throughout his body. In this moment nothing could take the happiness away from him, and the warm, content smile it brought to his pink, kiss-swollen lips was the most beautiful thing ever.
Reno gradually relaxed against Cloud’s chest, warm and safe, knowing he was exactly where he needed to be. He felt his slender, muscular lover loosen beneath him, the tension running out of his stocky frame as his head rolled to one side, that beautiful smile still on his lips.
“Are we too heavy?” he murmured, sleepy and content with Rude’s heavy sex still deep within him. He didn’t think anything of curling onto Cloud right there on top of Rude’s body and going to sleep. It had taken almost a year for Rude to finally convince Reno that he was fine being napped on like a large, warm couch. Now that he knew it was really okay, he was more apt to snooze on Rude than anywhere else. Cloud just sweetened the deal.
“No,” Rude quietly answered, one large arm over Reno’s back, his other hand lightly stroking Cloud’s smooth brow as their surprising lover fell into exhausted sleep. “It’s nice to have you close.”
“Mmm…” Reno nuzzled Cloud’s neck, burying his nose against his soft skin to breathe deeply. He felt Rude’s body soften and slip out of him, and made a low sound of protest that Rude gently hushed.
“Are you going to be okay with this, Reno?” the big man asked, moving his hand up to cup Reno’s face, to trail over the high jut of his cheekbone.
Reno didn’t answer for a long time, but just as Rude thought his temperamental lover had drifted off to sleep, he said in a strangely calm voice, “Yeah, Papa Bear. I think I’m gonna be okay, now.”
Rude couldn’t say anything for a long time, not until he knew he could speak without betraying how deeply it affected him. Still, when he spoke he knew Reno could hear the soft thread of relief in his voice as he said, “I’m grateful for that, Reno.”
Reno chuckled a little and lifted one sleepy lid, asking in a soft murmur, “Was it worth the wait, Rude?”
“I’d wait it ten times over just to hear you say it once,” Rude promptly said, and tipped his head to kiss Cloud’s temple. “I knew he was special.”
“We knew,” Reno corrected, and yawned. He pushed up gracefully on his corded arms and levered himself off of his two lovers, moving carefully so as not to hurt either of them. With the alert caution of a cat, he eased Cloud down to the mattress with Rude offering a little help, and the two of them arranged Cloud neatly between them.
“I don’t think things are gonna be the same, yo,” Reno said, his uncertain blue eyes on Cloud’s sleeping face. He looked like an angel laying there, all white skin and light blond hair. Reno started when Rude touched his arm, but smiled at the larger man, enjoying the comfort he offered.
“Things aren’t supposed to be the same,” Rude reminded him. “Change is good. Things were working alright the way they were, but they weren’t as good as they could be. Now they are.”
Reno considered it for a long, long time before he draped over Cloud, snuggling half atop him so that he could touch Rude, his long and delicate fingers resting on the warm skin of Rude’s chest.
“Yeah,” he sighed, and smiled as he kissed Cloud’s cheek. “Now they are…”
Before too long, Reno was sound asleep next to Cloud, and Rude cautiously eased out of the bed. He stood there to take them in – fire wrapped around sunlight, pale and beautiful bodies, faces full of peace. His boys. His boys, forever.
He didn’t touch them, didn’t do anything to disturb them, he just smiled and went to shower, feeling too restless to sleep. After he dressed he retraced their steps to the Quiet Room and easily picked up the discarded clothing left there, chuckling as he did so.
He shook out Reno’s jacket and frowned when he felt something hard and solid in his lover’s pocket. Curious, he slipped his hand inside and withdrew a framed photograph.
It was a picture of Zack Fair, in all his guileless, open beauty. It was in a simple frame, but one edge was worn off, as if someone had spent a lot of time holding it. Rude instinctively knew that this belonged to Cloud, and that Reno had taken it on impulse, wanting to keep Cloud’s treasures near him. Reno might have difficulty accepting or even understanding the emotions he felt, but his impulses were, as always, dead on. He cared about Cloud, he loved Cloud, and so he took the photograph that Cloud loved best. It made perfect sense if you were Reno, or if you were Rude, who had learned to think like his lover.
Rude gazed down at the photo and remembered Zack at the height of his greatness. He remembered Cissnei’s growing despair after the SOLDIER’s death. He remembered an irrepressible prankster in an epic battle of plots with Reno after they had met in Sector 4.
He remembered Zack falling atop the rocks outside of Midgar, surrounded by the bodies of those who would harm Cloud, and Reno whispering softly that the last true light had gone out of the world…
Thoughtfully, Rude ran his thumb over the frame and carried it into the living room. On the mantle were family photographs – Rude’s extensive Costan family, old pictures of Reno’s lost father, photos they had taken of each other, and photos of them together, taken by one of Rude’s sisters, or by Elena. His very favorite was in the center, one of Reno perched on the arm of Rude’s chair, his arm draped along the back and an easy grin on his face. He was looking at something off the frame, his clean profile turned to the camera, and Rude was looking up at him with a love so strong there was no mistaking it. It was this photo that Reno would take down and study from time to time, this photo that had helped convince him that Rude truly loved him.
It was suitable company for a photograph of the man who had touched so many lives so profoundly.
He made room and nestled Zack’s photo snugly there between the one of himself and Reno, and one of his parents. It looked good there, and it was nice to see a picture of Zack amongst their family. It gave Rude a little peace regarding his terrible end.
He straightened the photo of his parents and, with another smile, he went back to the mundane but entirely cherished task of picking up after his boys.
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