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`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."

WELP

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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."

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The consent from Cloud is what finally silences that last shred of Red's common sense that tries so hard to stop this madness. Just like that, he is lost.

And he will wonder later if what he did has lost him his...Friend? No...It isn't just that is it? It is something Red feels could never be.

His entire body is alight, it screams and howls for relief. There is no more holding back. Red lunges forward, grabbing Cloud by the shoulders to turn him away and face him at the bike.

"You know what to do," he growls, already getting to work on both of their aggrivating clothes. Accursed modesty rags- they keep Red from access to what he wants, and presses back against his erection in the most aggrivating way possible.

First, he slashes his own pants at the belt, and lets them fall down to his ankles. The shirt is easy enough to rip off. Then onward to Cloud. Precise cuts with his claws rip everything to shreds, starting at the crop-top and ending at his boxers. With his skill and instinct, Red never cuts his companion- just the garments.

"You look soft. It is attractive," he huffs, right against the shell of Cloud's ear. He's standing quite close now, natural heat radiating off him.

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Cloud expects Red to pounce, but expecting it and experiencing it are different things. Red tells him he knows what to do, and Cloud's not entirely sure what he means but he can at least take off his gloves and go from there--

He's barely gotten the second glove off when Red runs out of patience and just starts destroying his clothes. "Hey--" Before he can do much of anything about it, though, his whole outfit falls away in shreds, leaving him wearing nothing but his boots and his earring. His face reddens again, but fortunately he's turned away from Red already, so he stays put.

His eyes flutter closed when he feels Red's fur and heat against his bare skin. The hot breath in his ear makes him shiver just a little, but a second later, he frowns. "I'm not soft."

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Red's patience runs thin, as Cloud stays where he is. Then he talks back, in that oh-so-huffy way of his. It does something to the beast-man. He growls low again, thrusting his paws and shoulder forward to shove Cloud into the bike. After the sharp motion, he grabs onto each of the blond's shoulders, in a bid to press him into the vehicle and forcing him to bend.

His cock is already fully out of its sheath, glistening and slick in the simulated daylight. It twitches as Red works to make Cloud present himself, and should he succeed, it more than once bumps up against the man's asscheeks in the shuffle.

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"Ngh--" Cloud stumbles forward into the bike, and then Red's shoving his shoulders down to do exactly what he said he wanted to do. Something else Cloud expected but wasn't really prepared for. He gets his hands down fast enough to brace himself against the seat and keep from getting slammed into it, and then he pushes back mostly out of instinct. His back and arm muscles visibly flex as he fights from a position of little leverage against the pressure Red is exerting to keep him down.

He's not telling Red to stop, though.

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Cloud looks so very impressive, straining as he does against Red's pressure. Those powerful warrior's muscles rippling and working capture the beast-man's admiration, and only press him further into the space of lustful need. He looks natural bent over like this, ripe for the taking. He grabs Cloud's wrists with his paws, quickly adjusting to hold both firmly in one whilst the other returns to putting firm pressure down the center of the blond's back.

It is like all of Red's admiration and other hard-to-place feelings for Cloud have come together into a confused, roaring mess.

He's wanted this. Something he thought he could really never have. Maybe this is his only chance. So he takes it.

With surprisingly even thrusts, Red starts to press and his tip against Cloud's entrance, groaning and hissing as he oh-so-slowly starts to sink in with the motions, bit by bit. Sure, he is frenzied enough to want to just go all the way at once- but another part of him wants badly to relish what little time they'll get. To make it memorable. To live out those fantasies.

"You take it like a natural," Red grunts with the smallest of chuckles, before leaning up to his ear once again. He's hardly an inch in now, rocking back and forth. "I wonder, how much can a warrior like you handle...?"

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Red grabbing both his wrists and pulling them swiftly behind his back takes Cloud by surprise. He grunts with the abrupt impact of his chest against the seat as Red shoves him down again. He can feel the claws grazing his skin, can feel them dig in ever so slightly when he struggles against Red's hold, and then struggling becomes that much harder when Red uses his own feet and legs to push Cloud's far apart, spreading them wide.

Fuck, Cloud thinks, as he feels his arousal press up against the bike. He's not sure Red could have chosen a sexier way to slake his intense thirst.

Once Cloud is firmly held in position, he feels Red's cock already slick and pushing inside little by little with no preparation or warning. He hisses at the stretch and braces himself with his legs as best he can, squirming at the rhythmic pressure it causes against his own member and the way being pinned like this makes him harder.

Those words bring a furious blush to his face that reaches the tips of his ears, but...he can't say he doesn't like hearing it, embarrassing as that is. Then Red's leaning over him again, breath and lips intoxicating as they brush his ear, and Cloud can't hold back a faint sound of pleasure.

But a challenge is a challenge - and besides, now that he's got this teasing little taste of Red's cock, he wants the rest. Cloud grits his teeth with a growl and the muscles in his forearms flex against Red's grip. "Whatever you--ah, whatever you got. Bring it."