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Fic: Breaking and Entering
Title: Breaking and Entering
Author: nishi_shinji
Universe: Final Fantasy
Characters: Genesis/Reno
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine.

Summary: Of all the times for Genesis to deign to speak to him, of course it would be when he's up to something that's distinctly against the rules.

Author's Notes: I have a nagging feeling that this is set in the same 'verse as Cool and Warm, which means I'm probably about to get myself into a whole lot of trouble. Also, this is un-beta'ed, so please to be pointing out any mistakes. Beta'ed by the lovely ldybastet!


"Oh my, now isn't this an awkward situation?"

Reno freezes with his hand hovering just above the access panel for the door to Sephiroth's office. There's only one person that voice could belong to, and of all the times for Genesis to deign to speak to him, of course it would be when he's up to something that's distinctly against the rules-- which is, admittedly, how he spends ninety percent of his waking hours, but still.

"Just for curiosity's sake, do tell me," Genesis drawls from behind him. "What on earth would a wee little Turk like yourself be doing way up here without a chaperone?"

"Uhm," Reno offers. As far as defenses go, it's probably not the best he's ever come up with.

"You don't say," Genesis purrs, and then he's right there, leaning against the door of the office.

"It's uh-- it's part of basic training," Reno explains, then licks his lips and belatedly adds, "Sir."

There's a beat of silence before Genesis tilts his head back and laughs, a warm, seductive sound that commands full attention from anyone within earshot. Reno is so surprised by the reaction that he finally gathers the courage to look up at the other man, well aware that wide-eyed shock isn't one of his better looks, but unable to do anything about it.

"My goodness, you mean those nasty rumors about hazing are true?" Genesis asks with a honey-sweet smile.

Reno has a pretty good feeling Genesis knows the rumors aren't so much rumors as a fact of daily life, but he decides it's probably in his best interests not to say so. Besides, he's more than a little irritated at himself for finding the general's presence so unsettling, and he makes up his mind to regain a bit of lost ground by flipping his ponytail back behind his shoulder and replying, "Hazing, guerilla training, call it whatever ya want as long as it keeps us on top of our game, yo."

"How avant garde." Genesis arches an eyebrow and his smile widens into something vaguely predatory. "And what is this mission supposed to teach you?"

Refusing to back down from the unspoken challenge, Reno shrugs and turns his attention back to the control panel. "Breaking and entering."

"And you've decided that this office is an obvious arena in which to hone your skills." There's another laugh, but quieter this time, and Genesis moves closer until he's standing right behind Reno.

"I ain't the one who picks the spot, I just go where they tell me," Reno snaps, and then nearly leaps out of his own skin when strong arms slide, smooth and dangerous, around his waist. Genesis makes a quiet humming sound as his chin comes to rest on Reno's shoulder, and the only thing more startling than discovering that they're almost the same height is being made aware of that fact by having the general pressed tight and warm against his back.

"Well lucky me that we happened to be in the same place at the same time-- it would be a shame for me to pass up the opportunity to learn a new skill wouldn't you say?" Genesis requests in a low tone, full of mock innocence.

Reno swallows hard and tries to put his scattered mind back together again. It's not often that a member of either sex can draw a genuine reaction from him, but this isn't a sweet little country girl or even a pretty SOLDIER cadet snuggling up behind him. The gloved hand splayed over his belly is practically vibrating with restrained power, and the smile he can feel when Genesis rubs their cheeks together is full of lazy confidence. Like most human beings with a functioning libido, he's had his share of fantasies starring the three generals-- sometimes in combinations so utterly deviant he shocks even himself-- but actually standing there in a deserted hall with a wet dream breathing against his ear is slowly killing off every brain cell he has that isn't devoted to thinking about fucking.

"Teach me," Genesis says, soft and utterly charming.

When Reno tries to resume what he'd been doing, however, the general's fingers close over his wrists and he freezes. The hands tighten around his forearms when he tries to pull away, and he stifles a dismayed groan when his cock twitches in response. Uncertainty and nervousness are two emotions with which he isn't well acquainted, and he's surprised when his heart twists itself into a burning knot in his chest; but the blush on his cheeks has only one cause, and he's sure it has nothing to do with intimidation.

"Tell me first," Genesis instructs him quietly. "Then show me."

"That an order, Sir?" Reno shoots back. Sarcasm has always been one of his best defenses, but this time, he immediately regrets not biting his tongue when the general's hands slide up his arms. One skims over his collarbone to his throat, thumb and forefinger hooked under his jaw, and the other glides back down his chest to his stomach.

"Everything I say is an order," Genesis whispers against his ear.

Reno closes his eyes as another little thread of want unravels low in his belly. There's no doubt that Genesis is doing this on purpose-- the touches, the tone of voice, everything is too deliberate to be accidental-- but there doesn't seem to be a reason for it, except to humiliate him, and Reno refuses to let that happen. So when he opens his eyes again, he dares to shoot a glare over his shoulder.

Genesis only gives him an expectant smile in return.

"First you've gotta disable the alarm," Reno begins tersely, hoping that maybe if he gives in and goes along with the game, Genesis will stop torturing him. "That's the hardest part 'cause you've only got four tries to get it right or it'll trigger alerts all over the building."

"That would certainly be inconvenient," Genesis drawls, obviously amused.

Before he can let his temper-- or his arousal-- get the better of him, Reno continues through clenched teeth, "Then you've got to-- to--"

"You've got to what?" Genesis whispers.

Reno opens his mouth, but his voice refuses to cooperate. The hand on his stomach has drifted lower, gloved fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his trousers to rub tiny circles over his hip. For a split-second, he's so turned on from just that simple touch that he forgets to be angry.

"Oh dear, I'm not distracting you, am I?" Genesis purrs against the side of his neck.

"N-no," Reno manages to stammer, and closes his eyes to collect himself. That's easier to think about than to actually do, though, because the hand at his throat is squeezing now, just lightly enough to tease.

Genesis makes another pleased humming sound and murmurs, "What happens next?"

"The, uhm-- the access code, you've gotta get... that," Reno mumbles, concentration torn between the question he's supposed to be answering and the fact that the general's fingers are straying closer and closer to his now fully hard cock.

Genesis chuckles, breath ruffling the hair just above Reno's ear. "Tasks like these must be so dull for an expert like yourself-- tell me, would you like to add a bit of excitement to the process?"

Reno knows a challenge when he hears one, and the underlying sarcasm in the general's voice snaps him back to attention. Trying to keep his voice as steady as possible, he retorts with, "Whatcha got in mind, Sir?"

"The same thing you do, I imagine," Genesis whispers as his fingers finally brush over the side of Reno's prick.

The touch sends pinpricks of sensation rippling through Reno's body and he jerks, too surprised to bite back his startled whimper. Every bit of his negligible self-control is suddenly devoted to keeping his hips from thrusting forward, to stopping himself from rubbing against the soft leather of the other man's glove.

"Don't worry, you'll win either way," Genesis coaxes. "Even if you lose, I promise you'll still have one of the best orgasms of your life. And if you manage to prove that everything I've heard about Turk stamina is true--" the next words are breathed directly into Reno's ear "--I'll let you fuck me."

Of all the filthy things Reno has had lovers say to him over the years, that is by far the hottest thing he's ever heard. Biting his bottom lip so hard he's sure his teeth will sink all the way through, he rolls his hips backwards to press against Genesis. A shudder ripples through him when he imagines he can feel the general's cock through the layers of fabric and leather, and he makes a soft mewling sound in the back of his throat.

"Mm, I'll accept that as a yes," Genesis hums, quiet and amused. With another faint caress of his fingertips, he thumbs open the button of Reno's trousers and pulls them down just far enough to release the cock he's been teasing. Reno lets out a strained whimper when Genesis cups his erection in one gloved palm, as if weighing it, and drawls, "My, my, I hope you know how to use this-- it would be a shame to let something so pretty go to waste."

"Guess you'll-ah-- you'll find out, won'tcha?" Reno manages to retort, even as he's squirming and trying to will the general's hand to close around him so he'll have something to thrust into.

Genesis makes a sound-- a low rumbling in the back of his throat, almost a growl-- and slides his thumb up and over the head of Reno's cock, right across the slit. "We'll never find out if you don't get to work, precious."

Reno squeezes his eyes shut, swallows, tries to think about anything but the warm leather gliding over his prick. When his hands have stopped shaking, he opens his eyes and blinks a few times to focus on the screen in front of him. As soon as he types in the first of a series of commands to disable the alarm, the hand on his cock tightens and Genesis rubs against him from behind, slow and so fucking hot he has to grip the edge of the panel to keep his balance.

"You have," Genesis purrs, "an incredible ass."

"Yeah, I know," Reno manages to reply through clenched teeth, trying to keep his breathing under control. "Mind keepin' the commentary to a minimum while I'm tryin' to work, yo?"

Genesis makes a vague sound of what Reno guesses is acknowledgement, and seems content to just stick with light touches for the time being. Once the alarm has been disabled, though, and Reno has successfully diverted most of his attention to breaking the access code, Genesis suddenly uses the hand under his jaw to tip his head back and seizes his mouth in a deep, bone-scorching kiss.

By the time they break apart, Reno is disoriented and nearly gasping for breath. The taste of Genesis on his tongue and the now relentless hand on his prick makes his hips twitch in an erratic, staccato rhythm. There's no way he's going to last, not under this kind of torture, and he closes his eyes, ready to surrender to anything the general wants from him.

"Oh, now this won't do at all," Genesis breathes against his ear. "We won't learn anything if you give up, now will we?"

"I-- I can't," Reno manages to say, but the words fade to a needy whine when Genesis lets go of his cock. Before he can protest, though, there's a gloved hand thrust in front of his face, the palm already slick and shiny from his precome.

"Lick," Genesis whispers.

Reno doesn't hesitate, especially not since he hopes this means more touching, more stroking, an end to the throbbing ache between his thighs. The leather is supple and smooth against his tongue and he laps at it eagerly, even going as far as to suck two fingers into his mouth. This earns him a huff of almost-laughter in response, but then the hand is pulled away and his eyes snap open.

"Why don't you get back to work, pretty, and just let me take care of you?" Genesis croons.

It takes a few seconds for Reno to remember what he's supposed to be doing, and he bites back a groan of annoyance when the screen in front of him blinks. The last thing he wants to think about is codebreaking when Genesis Rhapsodos is jerking him off, but he has a feeling that if he stops, so will the hand on his prick. That's even worse than trying to concentrate when all he wants to do is fuck, so he grudgingly returns to the task and tries to ignore the slick palm gliding over his prick.

The plan works surprisingly well until Genesis moans directly into Reno's ear.

"Fuck!" Reno curses as his hand skids across the smooth surface of the screen, trying to find something to hold onto.

"You're delicious, so focused even when the pleasure must be tearing you up inside; it's absolute torture, isn't it? Knowing that if you stop, so do I?" Genesis' voice has gone low and breathy, and every twist of his wrist makes Reno's entire body jerk. "You must need release so badly now; I can feel you twitching in my hand, like your cock is begging for me."

The world tilts sideways for a moment, and Reno closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath, his balance. This game-- if it is still a game, if it ever was-- isn't going to end in his favor, he realizes. There's absolutely no way he can stave off his orgasm, not with Genesis talking to him, touching him, pushing him closer and closer to the end. But the rules are clear: if he stops, so does the pleasure, and he swears he'll die if he doesn't get to come soon.

"Oh, you must want this very much," Genesis breathes as Reno struggles to focus on the screen.

Reno grits his teeth and forces himself to concentrate for just a few more seconds, just a few more commands. The shaking of his hands makes it almost impossible to type, and he curses softly when his fingers slip and almost reactivate the alarm. Even worse, the muscles in his thighs are trembling and his knees are threatening to give out completely. Another flicker, another beep, and he's so, so close to winning he can feel his heart fluttering in his chest.

Then Genesis whimpers, and it doesn't even matter that it's too evenly measured to be genuine because all Reno can think about is that maybe that's what the general sounds like when he's being fucked.

Reno's orgasm slices through him, sharp and almost painful, and he comes with a strangled cry. Every muscle in his body seizes up, and his cock jerks in the general's hand, painting the edge of the control panel with thick, white strands. For one horrified instant he's afraid it will never end, that he'll be trapped in this agonizing pleasure forever, wracked by soul-deep shudders and quiet, pleading sobs as he gasps and squirms against Genesis.

But it does end, leaving him so weak and exhausted that he slumps forward and then down to the floor at the general's feet. Reno presses a hand to his chest and closes his eyes, trying to still the furious pounding of his heart while Genesis laughs above him, soft and maybe just a little smug.

"Happy now?" Reno mumbles, for the moment too tired to care that he's lost.

There's a pause, and when he looks up, Genesis is staring down at him while sucking idly at a gloved fingertip, which alone is enough to be classified as one of the hottest things Reno has ever seen. "Mm, on the contrary, I'm rather disappointed. I was actually hoping you might win."

"Don't suppose you'd be willing to throw the game, then?" Reno asks, though he's sure he already knows the answer.

As expected, Genesis only offers him another of those lazy smiles and shakes his head. "I'm afraid not, precious; I'm a man of my word, and that would be a difficult reputation to uphold if I took to bed every pretty thing who propositions me."

Reno considers trying to press his case, but for once decides it might be better not to test his benefactor's patience. Even if the man did just finish giving him the best handjob of his life, he's still one of ShinRa's prized generals, and Reno, despite all evidence to the contrary, occasionally chooses his battles wisely.

Apparently finished entertaining himself for the time being, Genesis turns on his heel and strides off down the hallway. Just before he reaches the lifts, however, he stops and glances over his shoulder with a mischievous smile. "By the way, General Sephiroth is rather fastidious in keeping to his daily routine-- a fact which I find disappointingly dull, but you might find quite interesting, particularly since I estimate he should be here within the next five minutes."

"Shit," Reno spits, scrambling to his feet and tugging his pants closed. Delighted laughter echoes down the hall, but he ignores it, refusing to look in the general's direction even when he hears the door of the lift open and close again. The last thing he needs is to be caught outside Sephiroth's office with his trousers open and his come dripping from the control panel. If Genesis is telling the truth, he'll have just enough time to clean, reactivate the alarm, and make a run for it. However, as he's digging through his pockets, trying to find something to wipe up with, the blinking cursor on the screen in front of him catches his eye.

With the push of a button and a quiet hiss, the door to Sephiroth's office slides open.

"Bastard," Reno mutters.