Kisses Like Murder

Rufus/Reno. PG. 100 words.
Rufus doesn’t taste one bit like he thought.

Rufus’s hands twist in Reno’s jacket. His eyes are bright, eager, not smug. He’s been waiting a good while for this.

Reno lets him lead. Rufus’s tongue flickers against his lips, warm and wet and tempting. Settling his hands on Rufus’s hips gets a greedy moan spilling into the close air.

Rufus doesn’t taste one bit like he thought. No bitter tang of drugs, no sticky sugar from the drinks he washes them down with. Rufus tastes sharp, fresh. Raw like cold wind.

Shinra offed his wife with mako. It’s the last thing Reno figured he’d taste on Rufus’s tongue.

End

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