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ARRIVAL.

𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑶: 𝑨 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝒀

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 you moved under your own power. The shadows that dwelt in the corners of your vision vanished, the world is bright and the shackles of destiny fall from your liberated limbs.

You're free.

But before you can take that next step, before you can alter your fate, a terrible howling fills your ears. It's an ill wind full of malice, one that rips you off of your feet and back, back, back from this chance to seize your destiny. The shadows coalesce into a single entity, its hands locking around your throat. It cannot let this stand.

You think that maybe this is the end. The world goes dark as it rushes past you, this is the end.

Except you wake to the feeling of rain on your skin.

The cliffs around you bare the scars of a fierce battle. Before you, a massive city faces the sea. Behind you, greenery sprawls for miles. Midgar has never looked so beautiful, but it has also never looked so unlike itself. The Sister Ray points proudly towards the sea. A bustling city crawls out from its shadow, looking wealthier and more robust than the slums ever did. You don't have long to ponder this.

Because you aren't alone. Others are coming to, looking just as confused and uncertain as you do. Some are battleworn and bloody, as if they were pulled from a fierce battle. Others appear to be in perfect health, as if they were simply pulled from a long slumber, though no less confused and lost. The howling that filled your slowly begins to fade, and as it does, the rain begins to clear.

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 is within a few hours walking distance. 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐌 lies not much further in the opposite direction. There is no presence urging you to walk to one or the other, no voice from on high telling you what path your feet should walk. Underneath this infinite blue sky the choice to go - or to stay - is entirely yours.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓?

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[There is no protest when Rude suddenly drew him in for a hug. He couldn't remember the last time someone had actually hugged him- perhaps when he was a child? He had forgotten what it felt like.

There is only a slight hesitation before he wrapped his arms around Rude in return though he was uncertain at first. It was just them in the bar right now and there was no one in the world Rufus trusted more than his Turks. This was just between them- he knew Rude wouldn't let anyone else witness this moment.

Even though this was not professional in the least, Rufus leaned against Rude, letting himself be vulnerable for the first time in years in Rude's arms as he tried to calm down but failed. There was too much that had been shoved down for too long.

He couldn't say anything as he closed his eyes, holding on as if for dear life. A single tear ran down his cheek, soaking into the material of Rude's suit.

[Rude knows how this might have looked to anyone else, so he's thankful no one was there, and also would have wanted to do it regardless of whether the bar was crowded. It's doubtful that Rufus would have allowed it in that situation, but hypotheticals were unimportant now.]

I hope you know that you're more than just a job to me--to all of us.

[He could really only speak for himself, but he doesn't know what his life would look like without Rufus who gave the Turks purpose. Rude isn't particularly good at anything besides kicking ass and taking names. Still, he did have the capacity for softer moments when he was being sentimental. Rude runs his hand up and down Rufus' back to sooth him.]

Your safety is important to me. You're important to me.

[He didn't remember a time when anyone had ever comforted him like this before. He's confident his father never once hugged him and Veld wasn't exactly good at being affectionate though there were times he had made an effort when Rufus was a child. It was rather sad if he let himself think about it.

He just held onto Rude for a bit, not wanting to let go as he steadied himself. He knew that he was important in the world, he had never doubted his place, but the Turks were always more than just his subordinates. He wasn't sure what to say for a while, his head buried against the side of Rude's neck.

He took a breath, only slightly shaky now as he pulled himself together. He wasn't going to wallow but he wasn't going to immediately let go for at least a few minutes.]

I'll never forget that, Rude.

[After a moment he did pull away slightly, blinking as he gathered himself once more. HE trusted that this moment would stay between them.]

And I'm forever grateful.

[Rude didn't think twice about holding Rufus close. He didn't think there was inherently bad about physical affection besides that it was largely inappropriate to do while he was on the clock. This was different, though. He does take his job seriously, but he takes this man's wellbeing seriously as well.

The warm breath against his neck is verification of how close they are, and Rude pushes his luck, sliding gloved fingers into the back of a head of beautiful blond hair. There might have been a little blood on his fingers from dispatching the bartender, but that was just all the more reason they needed to find some place to stay.

It might seem out of the blue, but he leans in once more to kiss Rufus once on the lips. Insurance that Rude would never talk about this moment as he would never do anything to ruin his professional image. So they both had something at stake. The problem was, he didn't think he would enjoy it quite so much. It's a little harder to pull away, but he manages.]

We should see if the Shinra building is still standing.

[Rufus wasn't expecting Rude to lean forward to kiss him like that and he definitely wasn't expecting how good Rude's lips felt against his own. He knew Rude was right, they should see to the state of the Shinra building, find the others, but Rufus didn't move.

Instead, he pulled Rude closer once more, leaning in to kiss him again. This time the kiss was a little more demanding. Perhaps it was selfish to not want to leave Rude's arms right now, it was incredibly unprofessional, but they're alone and he decided that they could spare a little bit of time.

He was acting on instinct alone as he reached up to loosen Rude's tie, deciding that he wanted more. If Rude wanted insurance about not talking about this moment then he thought they should at least enjoy this while they had the time.]

[The tug forward doesn’t register right away. It feels more like some mysterious force keeping him drawn into Rufus. Their lips meet again in a more assertive kiss, and his wires connect, elucidating everything that was happening in that moment.

Rufus was kissing him, and was very clear that he didn’t want Rude to pull away from him. So he doesn’t. He runs his hand through pale blond hair again, memorizing the feel and taste of his lips in case this was a heat of the moment one time thing.

The loosening of his tie is when it clicks that Rufus was looking for more. His heartbeat quickens at the realization, but he acts quickly, pulling the fabric of Rufus’s shirt up enough to push his hands beneath it, touching skin he never thought he’d get a chance to even see. He shrugs off his tie and uses one hand to start unbuttoning his shirt so the other doesn’t have to leave Rufus.

Once he’s out of his shirt, he pulls the blond to onto his lap to straddle his hips in the small space of the booth. He does have to push the table out a bit further with his foot to make more room but once he does, he’s pulling Rufus back toward him by the neck. How was this even happening? Even in his dreams he knew better than to touch Rufus Shinra, and the second he thinks he can get away with it he gets carried away like this.]

[Rufus didn't hesitate to slide into Rude's lap, straddling his hips comfortably as he pulled his shirt and coat off, tossing it to the side. He wasn't thinking straight- anyone could walk in and see him half-naked straddling Rude but that wasn't going to stop him.

He was already addicted to how Rude tasted, the feel of Rude's hand running through his hair, how it felt when Rude ran his hand over his skin. He was greedy for more. He gave a soft moan as he shifted his hips against Rude's, running both hands down his chest to the buckle of his pants. He wasn't going to be subtle in asking for what he wanted.

He had felt like he was fading away day by day for the last two years but right now Rude made him feel alive. He felt every inch of him was just aching to be touched. He's glad that they have the same idea in tossing clothes aside and kissed him once more, catching Rude's bottom lip between his teeth.]

[It isn't like he's unaware of how much of a bad idea this way. He's fully aware of it even before the weight of another person on his lap reminded him of who that someone was. If it were anyone else he would still be having second thoughts, but it was Rufus and he was the thing behind the glass case covered in signs that read "Do Not Touch." Tseng would have him skinned alive if he found out. He should stop this.

Rude is ready to make an effort to stop things where they were, but hips nudge deliberately against his own and his breath catches in his lungs, procrastinating on letting out that groan. Rufus' hands get to the buckle of his pants at which point Rude finally grabs his wrists, but doesn't bring himself to pull them away. Instead he relents, letting his hands fall to the sides so Rufus can undo the fastenings of his pants.]

Tseng would kill me. Literally.

[Just because he doesn't have the physical strength to stop him doesn't mean he won't talk logic. Their lips meet again and already Rude's lost his resolve. His hands fly though each of the buttons on Rufus' shirt, pushing both sides of the fabric apart so he can appraise his body properly. He only pulls away from the kiss to plant his lips on his neck and chest instead, one hand gripping Rufus' hip as he rocks his hips up to meet his movements.

Rude wants to ask if he's done anything like this before, and with who (not to be nosy, just because his options were severely limited with how closely they all watched him). In the end he doesn't ask the question. The answer might be even more incriminating. Rude grazes a pink nipple with his teeth while a few of his fingers slide into the front of Rufus' open pants, palming him slowly. There was time for Rufus to change his mind, but Rude was done trying to pretend he didn't want this.]

[His first thought is to say that Tseng doesn't need to know but somehow he always found out about anything he tried to hide. It was some kind of supernatural power that he never could figure out. He looked at Rude when the other man grabbed his wrists]

I'll make sure he doesn't.

[Tseng's disapproval wasn't going to stop him right now, especially not when Rude finally let his wrists go. He wasn't shy or modest as he watched Rude's gaze travel down his body.

He let out a low moan as Rude palmed him, thrusting into his hand the best that he was able to with how he was sitting on Rude's lap. It didn't take him long to start getting hard in Rude's hand and he wasn't going to hide how badly he wanted this.

He wrapped one arm around Rude's shoulders as his other hand worked open his pants. His slipped his hand down to grasp his cock in his hand. He didn't break Rude's gaze as he stroked him slowly, feeling every inch of him.]

[Rude didn’t know what Rufus could possibly do to stop that from happening if Tseng did find out and decide to overreact, but it gave i’m a little bit of reassurance that he approached.

The way Rufus moved made it easy for his hands to caress along the length of his cock, squeezing gently as he grew harder and filed out his hand adequately.

Somehow it got easier to think less about the circumstances around what they were doing and instead focus on being present in the moment. His cock grows heavy quite quickly from how Rufus works him over, just about fully hard when he pulls at fabric to draw out Rufus’ cock. He feels heat rise to the surface of his skin while Rufus looks right at him, but despite his better judgement, he doesn’t look away. Even with shades on it would be impossible to mask how badly he wanted the man.

They’re still alone so he doesn’t do too much to hide any sound he makes from the contact. Both his hands disappear behind Rufus to push down inside the loosened waist of his pants so he can squeeze at his ass, pulling him apart, and rubbing a finger right over his hole.]

[There was already precum leaking from his cock as Rude stroked him and he was overwhelmed for a moment. He loved hearing the sounds of pleasure from Rude and decided that he wanted to elicit more of them. He firmly stroked Rude's heavy cock in his hand, shuddering as he thought about Rude being inside of him.

Rufus let out a loud moan as he felt Rude's finger rub over his hole, thrusting his hips against Rude's impatiently. He stroked Rude a little harder, putting his other hand on Rude's cheek to make sure he wasn't going to look away.]

I want you to fuck me, Rude. [There was not that he was being subtle about what he wanted but he was going to be direct about it. He suspected that Rude already knew Rufus had never been with anyone like this before so he wasn't going to come right out and say anything about that.]

[So used to taking orders, he doesn't stop to think about the demand before he nods in the affirmative. He brings his fingers to his mouth, wetting index and middle enough that when he slides them in one at a time there's less resistance. Or, so he expected.

Rufus was inexplicably tight, and it was just as concerning as it was arousing. He suspected this wasn't the sort of thing the Shinra heir got up to often, but it never once crossed his mind that it hadn't happened before. Rude does his best to take his time, using his fingers so that he could work Rufus relaxed a little bit more. He watches the expression on the man's face while he slides his fingers deeper, pushing against his prostate cautiously when he feels it. Rude wants him to feel good, but he doesn't want to make him cum just yet.]

You don't do this often, do you?

[He's not complaining, or poking fun, just surveying the situation and laying out his findings. Rude uses his free hand to wipe some of the precum off of Rufus's cock to spread it over his own and with a little saliva at least the head shined like it might be manageable if they took their time.

Had he known Rufus was a virgin to this, he'd have insisted they find some form of lube, but instead he withdraws his fingers, pulls his pants further down his thighs to expose his ass better, and positions the blond so he's pulling him down onto his pierced cock. Whether it's modesty or delusion that makes Rude think it won't be a difficult fit is unknown to even him, but at least he's watching Rufus' face for signs that he should stop guiding himself in.]

Not often. [He wasn't going to go into further detail on that. The last thing he wanted was for Rude to stop. Rufus leaned forward as Rude slipped his fingers inside of him, the moan that escaped his lips breathless and needy. He hadn't expected for Rude's fingers to stretch him out like this and when he found his prostate he thought he saw white spots at the edge of his vision.

He leaned his head down as Rude guided him down onto his cock, feeling the piercing rubbing against sensitive skin. For a moment he couldn't speak- he hadn't expected Rude to stretch him out so much and he can't deny it hurt.

But the only sign of pain he showed was his breath catching for a moment, biting down on his lip as he took all of Rude's cock inside of him. Pain wasn't a stranger to him but this was pain on his own terms. Pain that he was going to embrace.

He balanced himself with one hand on Rude's chest as he adjusted to the way Rude stretched him out - it was intoxicating. He moved his hips against Rude's slowly as he rode him, never once breaking eye contact.]

[The brevity of his response was enough of a sign that Rufus wasn't interested in discussing it any further. Rude didn't blame him. That was probably the sort of conversation they should have had before getting this far.

If he thought Rufus was tight when all he had to give him was his fingers, the squeeze around his cock even while he was relaxed was intense. Rude drops his head back against the seat to groan at his cock stretching Rufus to sink deeper inside him, and that intense pressure didn't stop as the blond lowered himself fully onto him.

Try as he might to keep his eyes focused on Rufus, Rude found himself having to glance away or tilt his head back to look at the ceiling to get some respite from the intensity of his gaze. All this time his hands had found purchase on Rufus' hips beneath the flaps of fabric of his opened shirt, gripping onto him for dear life. It was a wonder he didn't cum right away.

Rufus starts to move and Rude has to let go reluctantly, dropping his hands to his sides and forming fists with them like it was a battle to keep his eyes focused on the intense blue ones staring back at him like he was hardly bothered by the intrusion.]

[Logically he knew he should take it slow so he wasn't too sore later but that small voice was drowned out as all he could think about how good Rude felt inside of him even though the stretch was still a bit painful.

He rolled his hips down harder, moving up and down on him even though his legs shook from the effort. He was already addicted to the pleasure that shot through his body at each thrust. The piercing added extra stimulation as Rude's cock moved inside of him which made it just that more intense.]

Stroke me.

[He grabbed one of Rude's hands to put it on his hard cock.]

Fuck- Rude- [His moans were loud, echoing through the empty bar but he wasn't going to even try to keep quiet. Not when it felt this good.]

[Even after being giving this sort of access to Rufus, it seemed he was still waiting on permission or orders to do things. Truth be told, being given direction under these circumstances made his heart race.

He curls his fingers around Rufus' cock, doing as he's told. Rude leans his head forward a bit, resting against Rufus' shoulder for a moment to let some spit from his mouth drip onto his prick, stroking him easily with that moisture in addition to the precum leaking from his tip.]

Rufus, you're... [Rude bites his lip, shutting himself up before he says something he doesn't want to share. He's having a hard time holding himself together, and the only thing he can think to do is stroke Rufus more quickly to get him to where he is more quickly. He rubs his thumb over the slit to smear the precum as it leaked out between deliberate motions to jerk him off.] You're so damn tight...

[Rufus couldn't respond at first, focused on taking Rude as deep as he could, pain interlaced with pleasure at this point. He had to wrap both arms around Rude's shoulders, head leaned against the side of Rude's.

There was only so long he could hold back, Rude rubbing the tip of his cock was what sent him over the edge. It came suddenly and without warning as he reached his climax in Rude's hand, gasping his name breathlessly.

His entire body felt limp but he held on, not pulling away.]

Come inside me.

[Rude isn't completely there. He feels like he's overstimulated and being pulled in a hundred directions at once. He bites at Rufus' shoulder and then his neck as he's ridden thoroughly, maybe leaving a faint mark behind unintentionally. It wasn't Rude's fault he was so pale.

With his fingers around his cock when it happens, he didn't need much of a warning. He simply strokes Rufus through his climax, his own hips pushing and bucking upward from his seat even before Rufus could make his demands. Rude buries himself inside Rufus fully a few more times until he groans the other man's name as he empties himself inside him.

Before he can fully milk himself inside Rufus, he pulls him forward to catch his lips in a kiss at the same time as he attempts to catch his breath. Highly ineffective, but he doesn't want to pull away just yet.]

[Rufus smirked as Rude bit his neck- it would leave a mark but it would be something to look at later and touch when he was alone. He wasn't going to think about what he would say if someone else noticed it.

He let out a soft breath as he felt Rude come inside him, a blissful smile on his lips when the other man kissed him. He shifted in Rude's lap as he leaned closer against him to kiss him deeply. He was still riding the high and he just wanted that physical contact for as long as he could get it.]

Rude.. [Was all he could say as he slowly caught his breath, feeling as if he was wrapped in a kind of haze now. He reached down to run his fingers through his own cum, smearing it across Rude's chest almost affectionately with a tired smile.]

[Rude felt like he was melting into the back of his seat when Rufus kissed him back more intensely. He felt every little shift of weight on his lap since they were still very much attached, but besides soft moans he didn't bring much attention to it.

Rufus had said his name many times in the past, but this time it sounded different. Better, even. He didn't even question the mess the blond dipped his fingers into to smear over his chest like he was marking his property. An unnecessary gesture considering he's essentially pledged his service to Rufus already for as long as he'll have him.]

Yes, sir? [It's a little odd to address him so formally after all of that, but it was habit at this point and would be difficult to stop even if he wanted to.]

[Rufus felt the last of his strength slip away as he slumped against Rude's body, head on his shoulder. He wasn't sure if he would be able to move for a bit but he trusted that Rude wouldn't mind him staying where he was for a bit. He was too content to move just yet.]

That was...good...[He hadn't been sure what to expect but it had been better than any of his assumptions so he had no regrets. He peered at Rude, trying to gauge his reaction.]

I'll be fine in a moment and then we can get back to business. [No, he actually wasn't going to move anywhere for a while now despite his own intentions.]

[As long as Rufus felt satisfied, Rude didn’t have any regrets. The least he could do was take the man’s mind off things. He was grateful that he shared that uglier part of his life with him, but was glad to provide him with a temporary distraction afterward.

Rude hopes Rufus didn’t think he did this sort of thing often. He considers sealing but just lets Rufus rest against him instead while his hands run over his lower back gently in low circles to encourage him to rest.]

I don’t have a word for what that was, but you should rest.

[Rufus shifted so he could reach down to slide Rude out of him. He let out a low hiss as the piercing brushed against very sensitive, raw skin. The way Rude rubbed over his back was soothing and it only made him feel more tired as he laid back down against his chest.]

Just for a little bit. I haven't slept in awhile.

[He had a long day between everything with Kadaj, waking up outside of Midgar, and now it was catching up to him. Normally he wasn't inclined towards getting sentimental and he had certainly never cuddled with anyone but he decided that he could make an exception in this case. Laying against Rude was comfortable and he was too exhausted to move.]

I'm not going to get mushy or sentimental on you just because of this, don't worry. [He murmured as he put his head on Rude's shoulder, closing his eyes.]

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