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okami_huTitle: Watchful Eyes
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okami_hu & kira_k
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Reno wanking
Characters: Reno, ?, ?
Note: This is a prompt story for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50kinkyways, the key word being "Voyeur". It's part of a longer story and the beginning isn't included, so I'll give you a few hints.
Reno was injured on his shoulder, and Hojo decided to carry out some testing of the one-of-a-kind materia he possesses - the Lust. He embedded a shard of it into Reno's wound and now, every time he activates the materia, Reno becomes one of the targets. (This is based on our theories... Ask if you're interested.)
BTW here's a link back to the table.
The redhead's apartment was the classical example of artistic chaos. The empty, wutan fast food-boxes and beer bottles decorated the floor of the living room and the kitchen's table; the dirty clothes took up the armchair. Reno was lying on the sofa, slowly drinking another beer and watching some D category action movie. He cheered as the bad guys blew up the better half of the hero's home, biting a piece of pizza. He enjoyed the day to its fullness as he was ordered to stay home due to his injury.
The loud explosions completely concealed the small creak of the roof window and the silent thump of the intruder landing softly on the redhead's bed. Soundlessly, the spy moved forward and crouched down behind the door. He had a good vision of the redhead and the light coming from the TV was more than enough for him to see perfectly. "I'm in. Start with the plan," he whispered into the comlink and shifted a little uncomfortably. He had a good guess that whatever he'll witness in mere minutes, it won't be a pleasing sight.
Reno didn't notice a thing; his senses weren't alert and he was enjoying the movie. Maybe a bit too much as his body started to respond to something. Looking down at his crotch, Reno frowned first then chuckled. He was sixteen after all and a sudden hard-on wasn't that unimaginable. Pressing his palm against his trousers Reno hissed from the sensations then quickly pushed the fabric down to wrap his fingers around himself. He let out a soft moan then another, the movie forgotten already.
From behind the door, yellow eyes fixed on the lithe body of the redhead teen sprawled out on his couch, still too young but already a hardened adult employed by a ruthless company. Gloved fingers scratched the floor gently and the spy addressed his operator. "Are you getting this?"
"I wish I wouldn't," the unhappy answer came from the other side of the link. "But I do. I have no idea, how will I look into his eyes next time we meet."
"Was there no way to decline Hojo's request...?"
"Not without sacrificing you."
The spy remained silent for a while. "Thank you."
Reno cried out one last time then slumped against the sofa, panting. He lied there for a few minutes then got up to wash his hand. On his way back, he grabbed another beer and sat down to change the channels with a yawn.
"He’s still walking kind of gracefully," the hiding intruder noted casually.
"After his third time he won't, believe me," the resigned answer came from the other end. "Keep watching."
"What the fuck...?" Reno commented to no one as his body started to demand his attention again. It never happened this fast and especially not when he was alone watching the TV. Frowning he put his hand around himself and started to work. Throwing his head back he gasped, the pleasure was the same as before. When he was finished with a few moans, he wiped his hand clean. A minute later he grabbed the letter of painkillers to read through its ingredients and description; maybe this was a side effect. However, the description only listed the usual boring symptoms - sleepiness, nausea, and discolored urine among others - none quite applied to suddenly acquiring the libido of a hare. Reno scratched his head and shrugged. After all, it felt nice. And the thought that he's actually capable of something like this, made the young redhead immensely proud somewhere deep inside.
He wasn't that surprised as his member filled up with blood again. He palmed himself then pulled away his hand and forced his eyes at the TV. Maybe, if he ignored the call, it would go away... Searching through the channels he stopped automatically at a kissing pair. A minute passed and he gasped, his palm pressing against his crotch. It hadn't gone away but the need was almost burning in his veins, making it difficult to ignore. Reno bit into his lips as he pushed his trousers down again, and wrapped his fingers around himself.
The spy slowly rose from the crouched position and started to inch forward before he hissed at the operator in panic. "What in the Cetras’ name are you doing? He'll see me!"
"S-sorry-" the mumbled reply came, loaded with shame. "It was reflexive. He's so handsome and so sexy right now, I'd... I'd like to kill Hojo, please." a shaky sigh echoed through the channel. "And I need a box of tissues. Once you're back, you'll stay with me and ensure I don't try to hang myself, okay?"
"You can count on me."
Reno whined in the back of his throat as he finished once again then just sat there panting. He cleaned himself up then sprawled out on the couch, hoping this was the end. He was tired, and he was only minutes away from falling asleep. The last time he felt this drained was when he had been training to be good enough to survive and be accepted as a Turk.
The operator's panting and bitten off moans were a little distracting but the spy still kept his eyes on the redhead. The young man was flushed and sweaty, his whole body glistening in the sharp light of the TV. He truly looked up his age right now, a boy just past puberty, weak and tired by something he couldn't control. Wasn't it actually somewhat harmful...? Hojo was a madman after all.
"Is it over?" the spy asked, hoping the answer will be positive.
"I don't know," the breathless answer came topped with a strained moan.
Reno's eyes closed and his breathing slowed and deepened almost immediately. The TV was still running and as the youth turned in his sleep he kicked up the half-full beer bottle. He didn't wake at the thud just mumbled something into the armrest.
The little intruder carefully left his cover and went to the bed to snatch the blanket. It was too big, he barely could carry it but he owned something to the redhead he had to observe through such a private affair. Finally, the gloved hands pulled the cover over the half-nude form.
"You shouldn't catch a cold," he whispered and smiled at the boy, lightly caressing his flame-red hair. Then, he switched off the TV. "Anything else?"
"No, Caith," the operator sighed. "Come home, I think I'll change your optical cameras."
"I agree with that, Reeve." The toy cat nodded, threw a last glance at the soundly sleeping young Turk then slipped out of the flat through a window.
~scene ends~
Author:
okami_hu & kira_kRating: PG-13
Warning: Reno wanking
Characters: Reno, ?, ?
Note: This is a prompt story for the
50kinkyways, the key word being "Voyeur". It's part of a longer story and the beginning isn't included, so I'll give you a few hints. Reno was injured on his shoulder, and Hojo decided to carry out some testing of the one-of-a-kind materia he possesses - the Lust. He embedded a shard of it into Reno's wound and now, every time he activates the materia, Reno becomes one of the targets. (This is based on our theories... Ask if you're interested.)
BTW here's a link back to the table.
The redhead's apartment was the classical example of artistic chaos. The empty, wutan fast food-boxes and beer bottles decorated the floor of the living room and the kitchen's table; the dirty clothes took up the armchair. Reno was lying on the sofa, slowly drinking another beer and watching some D category action movie. He cheered as the bad guys blew up the better half of the hero's home, biting a piece of pizza. He enjoyed the day to its fullness as he was ordered to stay home due to his injury.
The loud explosions completely concealed the small creak of the roof window and the silent thump of the intruder landing softly on the redhead's bed. Soundlessly, the spy moved forward and crouched down behind the door. He had a good vision of the redhead and the light coming from the TV was more than enough for him to see perfectly. "I'm in. Start with the plan," he whispered into the comlink and shifted a little uncomfortably. He had a good guess that whatever he'll witness in mere minutes, it won't be a pleasing sight.
Reno didn't notice a thing; his senses weren't alert and he was enjoying the movie. Maybe a bit too much as his body started to respond to something. Looking down at his crotch, Reno frowned first then chuckled. He was sixteen after all and a sudden hard-on wasn't that unimaginable. Pressing his palm against his trousers Reno hissed from the sensations then quickly pushed the fabric down to wrap his fingers around himself. He let out a soft moan then another, the movie forgotten already.
From behind the door, yellow eyes fixed on the lithe body of the redhead teen sprawled out on his couch, still too young but already a hardened adult employed by a ruthless company. Gloved fingers scratched the floor gently and the spy addressed his operator. "Are you getting this?"
"I wish I wouldn't," the unhappy answer came from the other side of the link. "But I do. I have no idea, how will I look into his eyes next time we meet."
"Was there no way to decline Hojo's request...?"
"Not without sacrificing you."
The spy remained silent for a while. "Thank you."
Reno cried out one last time then slumped against the sofa, panting. He lied there for a few minutes then got up to wash his hand. On his way back, he grabbed another beer and sat down to change the channels with a yawn.
"He’s still walking kind of gracefully," the hiding intruder noted casually.
"After his third time he won't, believe me," the resigned answer came from the other end. "Keep watching."
"What the fuck...?" Reno commented to no one as his body started to demand his attention again. It never happened this fast and especially not when he was alone watching the TV. Frowning he put his hand around himself and started to work. Throwing his head back he gasped, the pleasure was the same as before. When he was finished with a few moans, he wiped his hand clean. A minute later he grabbed the letter of painkillers to read through its ingredients and description; maybe this was a side effect. However, the description only listed the usual boring symptoms - sleepiness, nausea, and discolored urine among others - none quite applied to suddenly acquiring the libido of a hare. Reno scratched his head and shrugged. After all, it felt nice. And the thought that he's actually capable of something like this, made the young redhead immensely proud somewhere deep inside.
He wasn't that surprised as his member filled up with blood again. He palmed himself then pulled away his hand and forced his eyes at the TV. Maybe, if he ignored the call, it would go away... Searching through the channels he stopped automatically at a kissing pair. A minute passed and he gasped, his palm pressing against his crotch. It hadn't gone away but the need was almost burning in his veins, making it difficult to ignore. Reno bit into his lips as he pushed his trousers down again, and wrapped his fingers around himself.
The spy slowly rose from the crouched position and started to inch forward before he hissed at the operator in panic. "What in the Cetras’ name are you doing? He'll see me!"
"S-sorry-" the mumbled reply came, loaded with shame. "It was reflexive. He's so handsome and so sexy right now, I'd... I'd like to kill Hojo, please." a shaky sigh echoed through the channel. "And I need a box of tissues. Once you're back, you'll stay with me and ensure I don't try to hang myself, okay?"
"You can count on me."
Reno whined in the back of his throat as he finished once again then just sat there panting. He cleaned himself up then sprawled out on the couch, hoping this was the end. He was tired, and he was only minutes away from falling asleep. The last time he felt this drained was when he had been training to be good enough to survive and be accepted as a Turk.
The operator's panting and bitten off moans were a little distracting but the spy still kept his eyes on the redhead. The young man was flushed and sweaty, his whole body glistening in the sharp light of the TV. He truly looked up his age right now, a boy just past puberty, weak and tired by something he couldn't control. Wasn't it actually somewhat harmful...? Hojo was a madman after all.
"Is it over?" the spy asked, hoping the answer will be positive.
"I don't know," the breathless answer came topped with a strained moan.
Reno's eyes closed and his breathing slowed and deepened almost immediately. The TV was still running and as the youth turned in his sleep he kicked up the half-full beer bottle. He didn't wake at the thud just mumbled something into the armrest.
The little intruder carefully left his cover and went to the bed to snatch the blanket. It was too big, he barely could carry it but he owned something to the redhead he had to observe through such a private affair. Finally, the gloved hands pulled the cover over the half-nude form.
"You shouldn't catch a cold," he whispered and smiled at the boy, lightly caressing his flame-red hair. Then, he switched off the TV. "Anything else?"
"No, Caith," the operator sighed. "Come home, I think I'll change your optical cameras."
"I agree with that, Reeve." The toy cat nodded, threw a last glance at the soundly sleeping young Turk then slipped out of the flat through a window.
~scene ends~
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