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CLOUD STRIFE | 21

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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.

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Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Cloud's not going to react to those whimpering sounds, and he's not going to react to the press of Red's raging boner against his back. He's just going to drive.

So he does, for a little while, at least. He doesn't think about the fact that the vibrations of the purring engine might make things worse because this happened before he and Angeal did dumb shit on the bike. He speeds even more than usual, not wanting to waste any time, which means wind in their hair/fur and...only belatedly does Cloud remember how much Red liked this the first time.

He sure hopes that doesn't come back to bite him in the ass.

It is absolutely coming for your ass, Cloud

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The vibrations are genuinely maddening, and the adrenaline from the wind whipping through Red's fur proves to be too much. He cannot help himself.

And so, as they speed along, the world blurring around them, Red presses even closer and starts to buck his hips, squirm, and grind against Cloud's lower back and ass. He moves furiously, desperately, in a way so strong he threatens to fling himself off the bike.

"Want...To see you bent over," He growls, the sound mingling with the sound of the engine roaring. "Drape you. Over this bike."

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Cloud manages not to react at first to this, either. He's weathered Jessie as a passenger, he can weather this. Sure, she wasn't literally grinding against him like this, but...she was doing it in spirit, that's basically the same, right?

But then Red starts growling things directly into Cloud's ear, and that...is a lot harder to ignore. Especially once he makes out the actual words. He tries to suppress a shudder as hot breath against his ear and neck and that deep, rumbling voice plant a seed of heat that starts to blossom at the base of his spine. And it's not like the exhilaration of the ride and the roar of the engine have no effect on Cloud, either, once he's already on his way to getting worked up.

Eventually, Red's bucking becomes strong enough that it affects their momentum and weight distribution on the bike, making Cloud compensate for a bit of unexpected swerve. They're not going to make it to the villa. He has to do something now.

"Pulling over," he announces in a slightly strained tone as soon as he finds a place that seems empty of people and somewhat obscured from the road. He drifts into a controlled spin and skids to a flawless halt in the parking lot of some dark, empty building that looks suspiciously like the back of one of those ubiquitous ShinRa cafeteria joints.

He turns the engine off and turns his head to glance over his shoulder at Red. "Gotta take care of this, you're losing your shit." The shit's been lost, really, but whatever.

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Red's shit is long-gone. Tossed to the winds. When Cloud stops the bike and suddenly a large chunk of the warmth, vibrations and friction the beast-man had goes with it, he snarls, leaping off the bike with a wild look in his eye. It focuses, laser-like on Cloud.

Red doesn't care where they are. He's barely aware of anything around him. Just Cloud, perched on his bike, midriff exposed, cheeks that lovely pink...

"How," he rasps out, barely able to hold back from pouncing, "do you propose to take care of it?"

He wants to lunge at this twink so badly. Bend him over, fill him up- press him against the bike, as he listens to him sing from the sensations...

He is barely holding onto a thread here. Red is pitching a rather ridiculous tent in his jeans at this point.

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Cloud watches Red with blatant concern. He looks...unhinged. Cloud almost tells him to just jerk it until he's satisfied, but...well, looking at Red right now, he's not sure he could be satisfied that way. Besides, Red is a comrade. Can Cloud really just leave him to this? It's not like Cloud isn't feeling extra warm, too, and Red is hardly unattractive...

He sighs and dismounts, resting a hand on one hip and averting his eyes.

"Not exactly subtle about what you want. So...if that's what'll help...go for it."