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CLOUD STRIFE | 21

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[perhaps a week after their joyride together, Cloud will receive a text from Red- or rather, Red's DTF, Wick.]

Mister Cloud, please come help Red. I do not know who else to ask right now. He is drinking a weird thing and acting funny, over at the main hub...

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Cloud pauses his work on his bike at the garage when Fenrir tells him there's an important message from - not from Red, but from his DTF. That can't be good. Cloud finishes tightening the bolts on the part of the bike he's upgrading and stands, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow with the back of the hand holding the wrench.

Oh, great. Didn't anyone tell Red not to eat or drink anything that wasn't made by a real person instead of the Peacekeeper and its weird fake people?

On my way. Acting funny how?

He has Fenrir send the text as he wipes his hands off with a rag and then mounts his bike immediately to tear out of the garage at top speed toward the hub. Hopefully, he can get there before Red does something even stupider.

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He is talking to himself and drinking a bright red thing. He liked the color a lot...His curiosity overtook his usual umm fear. I mean, caution. Thank you, Mister Cloud! It is the one closest to where he spawned here!!

Lucky for anyone who may try to seek out Red, the beast-man stands out in a crowd, his bright fur in stark contrast to the dark crop-top and jeans Cloud gave him. He's nursing a fancy-looking drink with a seemingly wistful smile on his face. Definitely a strange sight for anyone who knows Red even remotely.

He's definitely not thinking about a certain blond and the time they spent together the week before. The flame on the tip of his tail dances a touch higher than it usually does.

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Bright red thing. Cloud racks his brain for which drink that might be with which effects, but he's drawing a blank. The only one he knows for sure is the sangria, and that's because Genesis always has a stash on hand.

He has Fenrir relay a message for him: Got it. And just Cloud, no mister.

It's not long before Cloud's stepping into the bar wearing a new outfit and making a beeline for the guy who's happily on fire.

"Red. Put the drink down. We gotta go."

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"Ahhh, Cloud. I am very happy to see you," Red rumbles, his lips curling up in a fangy grin. The drink he has in front of him is bright red- shocker. "I found the color of this drink very enticing. I have just about finished, So we can go. Is something amiss?"

He tries to stand up, and ends up a little woozy on his paws. He sways in place, looking Cloud over, up and down. That's a new outfit. Shows off how sleek and toned he is. He can't help but stare intently with that single golden eye.

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Finished. Dammit. Maybe Red's biology won't be as affected by the drinks as the humans here. Probably wishful thinking, but Cloud can hope.

...for about ten seconds. The hope vanishes as soon as Red starts giving him such an obvious once-over, and he tries not to blush as he glances away, exasperated. "Yeah. You. Your DTF asked me to come get you because you were drinking the Peacekeeper's doctored shit and being weird." He gestures toward the door with his head. "So c'mon. I'm taking you back to the villa."

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Red shakes his head. Aw, he's looking away.

"Wick did? Wait, doctored?"

Red realizes he absolutely feels woozy now. Oh. Oh no. A small pinprick of dread stirs in his chest. Or perhaps that is just the way Cloud makes him feel. He moves towards the door, awaiting his companion.

"I'll follow you, then. Handsome."

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"Seriously? No one bothered to tell you everything they serve here is made to influence us? Genesis knows damn well, all that booze he keeps at the house comes from here, too. Could've mentioned it any time."

Could have, but didn't. Angeal could've, too, but like hell would he pass up an opportunity to watch someone get messed with if it wasn't dangerous.

Cloud's right behind Red on their way out the door, and once they're outside he does indeed move past him to take the lead. When Red begins his sentence, Cloud's nodding. By the time he finishes it, Cloud's giving him a sidelong, disbelieving look and then immediately turning away again to sigh in annoyance and self-consciousness both, facepalming. "That. Right there. That's the drink. Maybe you should just stop talking until we get back."

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"They perhaps did in passing, but everything was a blur when I arrived. Especially upon meeting Genesis and Angeal. It was much to take in."

He keeps in step with Cloud, though his gait is a bit off- his eye narrows at his suggestion to stop talking. "I will speak if I so please. Do you not enjoy being called handsome? It is simply a fact of things. The way you fight, with such ease and power. It is both admirable and handsome. I aspire to carry myself as a warrior like that."

He aspires to some other things with Cloud too- the thoughts start to creep into his mind as he speaks freely.

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Cloud snorts. Much to take in? "Yeah, I bet." He's heard about how you met them, Red.

He relaxes a little when Red explains that by 'handsome' he meant Cloud's presence and movements in battle. That's a lot easier to hear. Who knows, maybe among Red's people, that's a normal way of talking about a warrior's prowess.

"Just...not something I'm used to hearing. Especially about combat. But the way you fight is, uh... 'handsome,' too. You're quick and agile, fierce, deadly. We make a good team."

Cloud has no idea what's going on behind that eye, and he doesn't notice anything strange about Red's gait.

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"I see the news of my encounter spread quickly. Do try not to be envious," Red says with a huffing laugh. He feels relaxed, loose-lipped.

Did Cloud just call him handsome? Fierce and deadly? That may as well be flirting in his book, and the ways of his people. Red's tail sparks up at the thought, and he staggers more and more with each step. He never really noticed how soft his companion's skin looks. Or the light that plays in his eyes- somehow pretty on him, despite the association Red has with SOLDIERs and ShinRa. Those strong arms, somehow capable of wielding such a massive blade... Cloud is something to admire. He lurches to a stop, and words start to leave him without thought.

"I have wishes for us to make a good team in other ways. I wish to see you beneath me. Breed you. Do you understand? You are a most admirable warrior, and I've felt a rush fighting by your side. I understand now what else may be there besides fighting spirit."

He looks...Unwell, almost, just standing there. Needy, as his single eye hazes over.

"I do not feel right, Cloud."

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Pff, Cloud isn't envious. What does he have to be envious about? It's just Genesis and Angeal at the same time. No big deal, right?

...fuck, maybe he is envious.

He shoves that thought out of his mind as Red keeps talking. And then he abruptly wishes Red had taken his suggestion to stop talking. His eyes widen to orbs, his face flushes, and it seems like he's maybe trying to say words but nothing is coming out.

"U-uh...yeah, you don't sound right, either."

Oh no

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Red likes seeing Cloud like that. Pink cheeks, pretty eyes big. "You see? That look on your face. I enjoy it."

He feels sick. Like the flame within him is blazing so high that every cell of his body is sensitive. He reaches a paw towards Cloud before he falls to his knees, legs giving out. His breathing grows heavy.

"Ugh...I don't understand why I feel so ill... We- need to go home- can't move..."

`oh no`

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"Huh? Uh - I don't have a look." Cloud averts his eyes and tries to sort of hide his face behind his hair while hopefully looking like he's not doing that.

But then Red collapses to his knees and Cloud forgets about all of that for the moment, dashing over to drop to one knee himself to support his friend. "Hey, you okay?"

Wait, Red feels ill? That doesn't seem right, based on what Cloud knows of the drinks here. Maybe dogs can't have whatever was in it? Or...cats? Or maybe...no. Move first, think later.

"Doesn't matter right now. Come on." It takes no effort to lift Red into his arms, bridal-style, and make for the bike.

OH NO!!!!!

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Red remains where he is, body trembling from whatever illness has taken him. He stays as is, weathering the storm and his whirling, wildly erotic thoughts of Cloud, until the man scoops him up in his arms.

Everywhere their bodies meets jolts. He may be on fire, but this sets Red on double fire. A loud sound tears from his throat as he goes limp, overstimulated from it all.

A moan. An utterly lewd moan. Red doesn't understand what is happening to him- all he knows is he craves that contact. Needs it more than the air he breathes.

"Cloud..."

oh no....

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"U-uh..." The sound is so unexpected and so blatantly horny that Cloud almost drops Red right there. Instead, he just...stops walking, jarred into halting.

...so Cloud was right, after all. Red is just...aroused to the point of absurdity. Why he said he feels ill, Cloud has no idea - it's not like Red is a virgin, he knows this for a fact - but he supposes the solution hasn't changed.

Just gotten ten times more awkward.

Cloud starts moving again at a light jog, keeping his eyes firmly forward. All he has to do is treat this like any other job. There's a problem, he's here to solve it. That's it. Just because that noise has made Cloud's pants feel a little tighter doesn't mean there's anything to any of this other than that. Just a job. Be cool, Strife.

Hard to do when his face feels like he stuck it into a radiator, but he'll make do.

"Just...uh, just keep it together for now. I'll get you back to the villa." He puts Red down and then mounts the bike in the front like always. "Hop on."

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Red bounces in Cloud's arms as he jogs, whimpering all the way as he trembles helplessly. His instincts scream to do something, but for now, the beast-man is successfully fighting it off, for both their sakes. The remaining lucid part of his mind is screaming at the entirety of this damnable situation. Great, he is well on his way to ruining anything he and Cloud had, or any potential... Not that he thought anything romantic was ever something the warrior would want, let alone with something like Red. In the throes of whatever the hell this is, the prospect of that impossibility makes him ache, on a bone-deep level.

Still, their kinship is in jeopardy now, he thinks- and he can only fight it off for so long.

Red staggers his way to the bike, swinging one leg over to straddle it and settle in behind Cloud, wrapping his arms around the man's waist.

"Home...Yes."

Keep it together, Red.