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OPEN/MINGLE — SMASHING GARDENS

[ Meanwhile, in the middle of the desert......

What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object? Who knows. This is more like two old, rusted Chevys trading flirting touches at low speeds. Galbadia Garden and Balamb Garden are careening into one another in a way that some of you might find all too familiar.

Maybe this happened years ago for you, maybe it hasn't happened yet, maybe you had no business being in these crazy hoverships in the first place, but regardless. You're here now and it's time to brace for impact. This one will be an even bigger problem, because there's no one at the helm of these ships. It's as if they've developed a will of their own and driven themselves into one another, sending both vessels careening into the boiling sands below.

Luckily, these things are as hardy as they are ancient. They'll both need new paint jobs and extracurricular activities will be out of the question for some time, but when the dust clears, everything is mostly intact. The Gardens will fly again. Someday.

Anyway, this is your chance to mingle somewhere that isn't Midgar. Both Gardens are smushed together, accessible through Galbadia Garden's basketball court. Maybe you want to organize a search and rescue. Or start doing damage assessment and making repairs. Maybe you wanna do some figure skating on the definitely not demon-infested hockey rink. Whatever you want, congrats, you're not in Midgar anymore. ]

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All mine. [ Tseng says, tracing his tongue over the raised scar tissue stroked across Reno's chest. How odd it is now, that Tseng can so clearly recall carving each line, but when he tries to remember the source of them, all that he can retrieve is white noise and nothingness.

Absolutely pathetic. He sweeps the terminal keys out of the way, along with a few odds and ends to clear space upon the desk. In their place, he lifts and sets Reno down, giving him enough distance to finally kick off the rest of this uniform. ]

I mean to make you feel it tonight.

[ He rises just as soon as he is able, slipping between Reno's thighs. His tongue sweeps over Reno's lips as he draws his cock out of his boxers and wets himself down. ]

And a few more nights besides. [ he catches his lip on his teeth. ] I'm going to leave you with something to take home.

[ Kick Reno does, hips raising and then lowering, sprawled out over the desk with his thighs fallen open and his chest rising and falling faster than he thinks it probably ought to be at this stage in the game. His breath settles when Tseng comes close again, reaching out as if it's absolutely imperative that he touch him. The most important and precious thing in his life, running his hands down the plane of his back, grasping at his flanks, up his arms, down his sides, up his chest, all the way down again to his hips. His legs raise and encircle Tseng's waist, hooking at the calves and capturing him in, drawing him ever closer. ]

Aw, more than I already am? You gonna leave me sore?

[ The good kind. And maybe the bad kind, a little, the heartsore kind. So good and so fucking miserable. He kinda likes the ironic tragedy of it, though. No matter who has him, he's always completely Tseng's. I mean, check it: he's got his name on him. Just like the kids that are now adults that are now, half of them, eliminated by his hand (eliminated no longer means dead these days; it means, made so that they'll never see the light of day again.). ]

C'mere, show me. Gimme everything you got. You're all mine, too, you know.

Yes.

[ Tseng's palms slip over Reno's thighs, gripping and squeezing as they pass. Really, all it takes to drive him wild anymore are these legs. By the time he's got his hands full of Reno's ass, grasping and pulling him closer, practically off the desk's edge, it already feels like he's been waiting an eternity. ]

But that's always been true.

[ Honestly, it has been forever. Over a week with nothing like this. Just didn't feel right, because he knew it wouldn't be like this, that first slow thrust inside reducing him to groans and shivers, the safe harbor at the crook of Reno's neck where he nestles his nose until the stars fade from his vision. Everything about it is perfect and familiar, which is a hard won these days.

For a second, all he can do is say Reno's name as he buries himself deeper and deeper within him. It's probably just the absence, the waiting, he thinks, but he's not that dense. His hands know it just as well, grasping Reno hard, like they're waiting to catch him when he slips away. ]

[ That's it. It's not as if he's been hard-up for sex even since the day after the gala, and by god the things that some of it does to his heart just makes him crazy in the head. But Tseng is so different. It's always different, every time, and for once he absolutely doesn't even have the slightest inclination to wonder or guess why or how. He doesn't care. It doesn't matter why or how. It just is, and his biggest mistake was trying to pick that apart and make sense of it. It caused him to essentially lose his fucking mind, unable to handle the reality or even the fantasy. Whether he's just resolved not to be that way or if absence really just makes the heart give less of a fuck about the details, who knows, who cares. All he knows is he needed this.

Without regard for being overheard (unlikely, he thinks, and would anyone even give a shit if they did hear him in this backwards fucking place), Reno moans, growls out something like mmmmhfuck and digs his nails in. Tightens every last hold he's got on Tseng until it hurts, arms and legs and all around him as if to trap him in place, stop him from pulling back or going any deeper. Not until he lets him, which he does gradually, and then all at once, pulling him in to urge him on as if more and more and more couldn't possibly be enough, even right from the get-go. Already he's started to break out in a sweat, and it's not the sweltering desert heat. ]

Tseng— heh, they probably won't bust us even if I scream...

[ Funny how quickly Tseng forgets how good this feels. He knows, sure; he's convinced that's the reason why he's so fucking addicted to it in the first place. But every time it's a mind-shattering surprise when he's sliding slick and wanting into Reno's excruciatingly perfect heat, struck again and again by how anything could feel so amazing. And that's just what he's thinking when the iron cinch of Reno's legs and arms and muscles close around him, strangling him all over, leaving him on the precipice of what is quickly seeming more like something he needs than desires. ]

Reno—

[ His growl precedes a strangled groan that's drawn from the sudden sensation of being devoured wholly, buried and held captive in this wonderfully agonizing clench. His hips jerk hard to make up for that second he was held at bay, before he can stop himself, and his lips coast over Reno's shoulders in the aftermath, mouthing silent apologies into his skin. ]

Scream anyway.

[ Maybe not so apologetic. Tseng's fingers clench hard into each of Reno's cheeks, spread him wide, lift him til he's barely even touching the desk anymore. All this new ramblin' muscle is gonna be put to good fucking use tonight. ]

See if they can hear you all the way back in fucking Midgar.

[ All Tseng cares about is finding the right angle to fuck him like he's trying to tell him something, something Reno will only get if his head is snapping back with every thrust, a language spoken only by grinding skin and shuddering impact. ]

[ They both came prepared to go hard, it seems. Reno's put on weight and clearly been training, and Tseng's been roughing it to the great benefit of his already highly satisfying physique, and neither one is in any mood to play the fuck around. Tseng lifts him and Reno does him the solid of taking some of the strain off his arms by tightening his legs tighter around him, positioning them up higher so that he can hold himself up, elbows bending to keep himself from sliding along the surface of the desk.

This isn't the soft, slow, gentle type of sex they had the first couple of times—the only few times, as it were—and Reno is more than fucking okay with that. It isn't just rough for the sake of being rough, either, the kind of hapless slamming-into he typically takes from guys twice his size with no care whatsoever for whether he's actually getting anything out of it. No, he hears exactly what Tseng wants him to with each driving thrust, and he makes good on that request to scream only when he feels it's due rather than for the sake of being performative. He grits his teeth, gasps, moans, whispers Tseng's name, yelps it, then oh, fuck howls like an animal, clawing down his back. This is the type of sex that says I miss you in all the ways he hasn't yet found the words to say verbally, and it's enough that it makes him want to die a little bit. In the best way, naturally. It makes him crazy the way he said Tseng gets his head all mixed up. Crazy in the way that makes him want to tear this whole building to the ground, demolish it, and leave it in flames, with only the two of them left standing.

There's no god damn way somebody isn't hearing him outside this door, and the thinks, good and screams for all he's worth, crushes the sound with a hard yank of Tseng's hair and their mouths pressed together, gasping, sobbing without tears (without tears), drawing away again to gulp for air, his whole body rocking against the table as he loosens his grasp just enough to let himself enjoy the ride a moment. ]

Don't you fucking slow down on me. Come on—

[ Almost immediately, Tseng realizes this desk isn't going to cut it. It's up on some kind of platform and they've fucked it right up to the edge. The terminal is dangerously close to toppling and the keyboard has, hovering by a wire over the floor. Yeah, no. This isn't working.

Tseng groans in frustration and lifts Reno up again. He's operating blind, far more interested in working his mouth down Reno's throat than looking where he's going, but there'll be a wall eventually. And there is. The second Reno's back presses into it, that's when he can do what he needs to get fucking done.

Now Reno's pressed between Tseng and the wall, both equally solid. He shifts beneath him until that connection is perfect again, just slick skin sliding until that snapping collision of flesh. The growl he looses then is not frustrated at all, just hungry, needy, absolutely insatiable now that Reno is back in his arms. And that's okay, Reno's still in his ear, telling him not to slow down, and there's no way he can anyway, not when that first thrust against something unshakeable has him murmuring curses under his breath like he's under an enthralling spell.

But this isn't just hammering Reno into a wall for the thrill of it. It's just as much him rubbing his fevered cheek against Reno's shoulder, panting against him for the solace this scant inch of flesh always provides him. His voice has a wounded softness to it when he casts his half-lidded gaze up at Reno, fond and reverent, and says: ]

Kiss me.

[ Just for the joy and exhilaration of being noisy in a place that could theoretically get them killed, Reno shrieks like a fucking hellcat when his back collides with the wall, absolutely delighted. This right here is exactly in his wheelhouse. Getting slammed around every possible surface of a room, leaving shit upended and ruined and in utter smoldering ruin and fucked to within a goddamn inch of his life is right up there with having his hair pulled. He love, love, loves that.

Mind you, any other time it's happened in his life, the other person was categorically hurting him and it was almost not really in the fun and enjoyable way, but he always just figured that was a shrug-offable thing when he was having so much fun being tossed about otherwise. Tseng, in fact, isn't hurting him, at least not in any way he doesn't find wholly unsatisfying (unsatisfying, because it's so fucking good he wants more and more and more), and if he wasn't so busy snarling with animal pleasure, he'd have to stop and marvel at just how soundly this one person always seems to overturn everything he thinks he knows and make him realize he's been doing it all wrong this whole time.

The tight and demanding hold he has around Tseng goes slack when they meet eyes again, that gaze like a sudden arrow to the heart. Panting, he makes some sympathetic sound he's not sure he's ever made before and bows his head forward to do as he bids. He's got some ridiculous notion that it'll be soft, but by the time he's worked their mouths together he can't rein in the insatiable hunger that makes him loose an arm from around his neck where he's hanging on for leverage, then the other a moment later, to cradle Tseng's face and pull him in and lick into his mouth with a deftness that isn't dulled in the least by his desperation. Holding on with only the strength of his legs, clamped tight against Tseng's waist and pushing himself back into the wall, is a fight against gravity, but fuck it. He can't scream like this, only whimper, reduced from words to sounds of base instinct, raw feeling. ]

[ That kiss is like the edge of a blade severing the very last of his strings. Now nothing truly matters. Not gravity, which he is handling well enough on his own, half by virtue of knowing in some hardly-won way how Reno will move and how to move him in kind to keep them both kinetic. Not their circumstances, not the stupid narrative running like an obtrusive marquee in the back of his mind, not even the need to breathe. His only concern is for Reno's tongue licking into his mouth, his hand on his face, how sweet he sounds when Tseng rocks into him and it's so good that he can feel them both trembling in unison.

He thinks he must look awful. Pained and frantic. Still doesn't care. Honesty is what Reno deserves here; let him discover every carnal clue in how roughly and hungrily he ruts against him, let him see how much needs this, how terribly he needs Reno in every capacity he has to give. If this is the last thing he ever tells him, he wants it to be indisputable.

And somehow, no matter how much it pulls from him, he's still aware that it isn't enough. He traps Reno soundly against the wall with his hips and with his hands, lances as soundly and deeply into him as he possibly can, and there at least he can impart that much. The fuller shape of Reno's ass has him crumpling his face in euphoric agony as he grinds hard against it, as if he means to embed himself deeper than he ever has. The half-buried sounds he makes against Reno's mouth turn frantic and raw, less like a rough refrain before the end and more like something that always was, revealed in full. ]

[ Nothing is as perfect as when they're together this way, when all the workshit and lifeshit and bullshit is swept off the table onto the floor and all they've got is this. If life could be like that all the time, boy, they'd be pretty fucking happy, wouldn't they? Two peas in a sticky wet pod, just rolling all over each other all the time. They'd never get bored! Never get tired of it, surely, with such chemistry to carry them through on. It's such a lovely, perfect fake thought, and exactly the kind of nonsense Reno never allowed himself to fill his head with. Nobody had to teach it to him—not the streets, not the people who thought they could own him, not his friends, not Veld or Tseng or life in the Turks. He just always knew innately: this thing you want, it's not for you. You can't have it. It isn't safe to have it. It's a liability. It's a risk you can't afford to take.

Does he got the pocket change to afford it now? Maybe yes, maybe no, they did end up like this, after all... but maybe it suits them. Freedom suits Tseng, he thinks. He seems so alive. It's only been one week. What's another week going to look like? Or a month or a year? That curious thought makes him feel as good as the sex does. He swallows every sound, breaking to breathe and crashing back together again once, twice, and on the third time he slams his head back against the wall, teeth gritted. Thinks about darting a glance over to see if their files are done yet and decides he doesn't much care right this second. ]

I wa—

[ Are those fucking voices he hears right outside the door? Not trying to get in, he doesn't think, but passing by. Reno's breath catches in his chest, and the weight of his options is as visible as anything on his face for all of a couple seconds before he does, duh, the obvious thing, and moans like he's being fucking murdered in the most uncomprehendingly exquisite way. ]

Throw me on the fucking floor and touch me, Tseng.

[ Hahaha, oh shit. Nice, says whoever is out there in passing. Unfuckingbelievable. ]

[ Tseng's eyes dart toward the gun on the table the second he hears voices. What an un-turk-like dilemma, being stranded so far away from firepower. Good thing he resigned before he threw the whole season. He considers going for it, and then Reno lets loose that resounding scream, and Tseng feels his heart start to race and his face light up all at once.

Yeah. This is him. The batshit fuckwild shrieking banshee of his dreams. Tseng wastes no time throwing him to the ground. ]

You're fucking crazy.

[ He says it the same way he said I love you that first time, breathless, with more pathos than he's ever expended in his life. It's not even voluntary; Reno draws this shit out of him, the same way looking at him now sinks his stomach in that free-falling vertigo kind of way, as if he's never touched him before, as if all of this is new and fresh and he can't wait for them to go out together, bright and explosive like dying stars. Everything else looks so colorless in comparison. Nothing else feels so real, so vivid, so alive.

But Reno does, with skin so hot it's nearly molten beneath his smoothing hands, his body like a furnace as he eases himself back inside. He can still hear them talking out there ("Nah!! Don't go in there. I think Dan's porkin' that newbie from Dollet.") but it's not doing much to kill the crazed edge to his grin. ]

More.

[ He drags his palm over his tongue and wraps his fingers around Reno's cock, jerking in time with each brutal slam of his hips. The light in his eyes has turned to wildfire now. This has never been an option before, turning Reno out in such a shamefully public venue, showing everyone what they are and precisely what that fucking means. If he wasn't inspired to rattle every last sound out of Reno until his ears are ringing before, he is now. ]

Let them hear everything.

[ Reno manages a bout of raucous laughter between gasps and pants as he hits the floor and is descended upon all over again, aching already and sure he'll be bruised and limping by tomorrow. He howls when Tseng pushes back in, grasping at him, grasping at the floor, back arched and legs splayed wide only to come closed against either side of Tseng's hips and urge him in with the tight squeeze of his thighs. He's got such a hold on him with those legs he could probably flip them over with that alone, but there's no such need for that kind of theatrics when it's so fucking good like it is, his head snapped back to expose his throat—and to direct his screaming right up at the ceiling.

Speaking of theatrics, is some of this that, a little? Yes, some, in the sense that there is no absolute demanding need to be quite that loud, and also now they have a potentially dangerous audience to entertain, but it isn't shrieking just to shriek. The absolutely pornographic moans and cries and yelps at Tseng's name or any of the other things he says that sound fresh outta Pornhub (oh, fuck, you're so good, that's it, yesss, fuck me— harder—) are part of the show, it's true, but none of them are lies. None of it is forced. This is, if nothing else, just an opportunity to let it all out. Why fucking not scream and say everything he wants and let Tseng know without so much as a shadow of a doubt how much he's loving it? And it might make him laugh, as a bonus, might get them killed, as another bonus, and it'll leave his throat raw, as the best bonus.

His eyes fix on the door for only a second or two right when he hits that point of no return. Anything else, he can spring to action from. But being caught in the web of an absolute fuckstorm of an orgasm, like he's about to be—that's total vulnerability. He's helpless as a sexkitten. To be honest he can't even make out if the voices are still there or if he's imagining them anymore, but to hell with it. Reno gives himself over to fate with one last strangled cry, shuddering and hiccuping, twitching and tight. And tears—some tears he'd kind of hoped to skip over this time, his lower lip trembling as the incomplete wiring in his brain sends all those rushing chemicals to the wrong places. That's alright, though. That's honest, too. ]

[ Everything about this is shit that Tseng hates. The loudness just to be loud, the breach of privacy, the fact that he's on his knees on the fucking floor. It really compounds the fact that things have changed, irrevocably and surprisingly, when he finds himself gasping desperately for air beneath the echoed din of Reno's yelps ringing off the walls, when his hands clench tight and he finds he can't stop moving no matter how uncomfortable it is, no matter how much this shouldn't be doing it for him. Is it just a Reno thing, this morphing of ideas and circumstances that he's severely averse to, converted into thrills he's never even fucking imagined? Or is it just a part of how much he's broken now, because oh man, that option's a real contender.

Maybe it's both. Suddenly, it doesn't matter. Reno cinches around him like a snake and all the air squeezes out of his lungs. The pressure around his dick goes tight and grinding. Tseng knows exactly what that means. He ignores the peppered shadows dotting his eyes and grits his teeth, leaning over Reno's twisting body. No, a better place to bite down would be his throat, wide open and exposed, the perfect place to anchor himself while he fucks him hard enough to keep moving through the merciless clench of his muscles. His growls rumble right through Reno's skin. His mind goes blissfully silent but for this primal mantra of bite lick fuck harder harder faster almost.

In the end, Tseng fails to uphold his side of the show. He doesn't hit climax so much as it is ripped from him; Reno goes tighter than ever before and there's no breaking through it, nothing he can do but lay within him and feel the riot of contractions that happen in the wake of him spilling into Tseng's hand. Probably couldn't pull out if he wanted to. He doesn't want to. He goes right for the place he automatically goes every time, fitting his face into the crook of Reno's neck, burying the short, sharp sound he makes in his skin. Feels like it lasts forever too, his hands holding Reno just so against him so he's buried deep while he pulses inside, a perfect cradle of warmth and wetness.

And then holy fuck, he's exhausted. And giggling his ass off, suddenly. Is that applause he's hearing? If he could lift his head, he'd be shaking it. ]

[ Ha, imagine that. The last time anyone applauded him getting fucking wrecked on the floor he was about nineteen years younger and the Honeybee hadn't yet seen the graceful touch of Andrea Rhodea's remarkably clean business practices. Reno laughs breathlessly between snivel-hics, sniffle-laughing, the relentless grasp of his body and limbs around Tseng falling away to lay there limp and spent for as long as it takes him to wipe his eyes and finish giggleboohooing. It's hard to help grinning with Tseng losing it overtop of him. Having someone laugh while they're coming in you is, like, a really special feeling that can't be put into words.

God, he's so in love. This world deserves to burn straight to the core. ]

Got your giggledick real good that time, crazyface.

[ God why! Is he still! Sobbing! Rather than waste time wiping his eyes, he props himself on his elbow to nudge his wet nose against Tseng's decidedly less wet one, grinning from ear to ear. ]

You're soooo beautiful.

[ Tseng frames his hands around Reno's adorably crumpled and tear-stained face and leans them right back down to the ground again. Did he say they were done? No. Back to ground zero. ]

It's not...

[ Trying to explain what he finds so funny is a task. There's a simple explanation, but it's hard to get it out when he's still buried deep inside Reno, feeling him gigglingsobbing from the inside out, which makes it even funnier somehow. Look, for once they're both tearing up. Tseng presses their foreheads together for a second to deliver the sentiment that Reno deserves right now that is being soundly disrupted by whatever's on his mind.

Finally, he works up the will to say it. He can manage the one word. That's all. Reno will get it. ]

Squoze—

[ Fuck this he's going back to his spot against Reno's neck to kill himself with laughter in peace. ]

[ ah fuck. he really should have seen squoze coming. reno brays, unexpectedly, like an ass, cackles like a jackal. gigglehicsobbing, no. just out-and-out squawking like a vulture, yes. all four of his limbs regain enough strength in their rubbery muscles to squozetight around tseng again, serving the purpose of both a sort of playful embrace (kinda? whatever) and some kind of sisyphean torture where he snickerstrangles the life out of him when he's already spent. ]

Heh, hey, I'm glad we figured out your ultimate kink is actually the aftersquozin'. I'm kinda partial to the chucklefucking, myself, though, gotta say. Kinda feels like your dick's tryna peck back up all the seeds but can't stop spitting them all back out straight into my insides every time you cut another soblaugh. This is hot as hell. You wanna go another round?

[ they need to fucking leave??? ]

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