Opper-chay Ex-say

Everything had gone smoothly. Rude and Reno returned home and carefully landed the black helicopter on the roof of what little was rebuilt of Shinra’s factory, and just in time, as the sky above had darkened and the wind picked up, bringing with it the sweet smell of a storm.

“Reno?” Rude looked over at the red head with questioning eyes. The usually laid back man was sitting tense in his seat, his hands still gripping the controls tightly. A grunt came from him in response while he closed his glazed blue-green eyes and took a shaky breath. “I’m fine, yo. Just a little… tense.”

Rude raised an eyebrow at this, but nodded. The usually quiet man opened his mouth to say something that no one will ever be able to guess, because he paused when something caught his eye out the window and the look of realization crossed his face as he turned his head back to the redhead. Specifically, at his lap. He gave the small, almost nonexistent smirk that only Rude was capable of and shook his head, grabbing his coffee out of the new customized cup holders and left. “I’ll send for someone to help you home.”

“He-hey, Rude, no!” Reno’s eyes went wide as he cried desperately after his partner. “I can make it myself!” But his shouts fell on deaf ears and he cursed. “Damn!” An irritated, though light scowl fell on his face and he finally allowed himself to shift in his seat, attempting to put less pressure on the monster in his pants.

They had been working a lot lately. Which could semi-explain the predicament he's in. He hadn’t had much time to himself. It was work, eat, drink, sleep. It was tiresome, and his usual out-going and saucy mood had gown downhill relatively quick after the months of labor he’d been putting in for Shinra. And with all this stress and tension came very little self control.

Hence; the monster in his pants.

Of course, it didn’t just pop out at random. That would be disastrous, and embarrassing. I mean, come on, if he walked into work with something poking out of his pants then people would know that he wasn’t getting any lately. Not that he was having girl problems. Just no damn sex time. No, it popped up whenever something triggered it.

Something like seeing you walk into a building as he was landing and your skirt flying up to show your sexy bare ass and the triangle of what was probably a just as sexy thong. Oh man, and if that hadn’t done it for him, the look of innocent surprise and shock as you whipped your head around to make sure no one had seen it did. As soon as he had seen that, he felt the blood rush from his brain to the throbbing length in his pants.

He closed his eyes at the mental image replaying in his mind and felt his own hand slip from the control over to the bulge, the corners of his mouth twitching and he grunted, imagining it was your hand and not his.

“Yn…,” his breathing hitched when he ran his hand slowly from the base to the head. He yanked his hand away in surprise, however, when a loud crash from the black clouds above startled him.

He chuckled nervously, and glanced around outside the copter. No one. And the rain that had begun to fall so hard that he could barely see ensured that he would not be interrupted. But instead of gracing his hard on with his digits once again, he let both of his hands fall to his sides. He put his head back on the headrest and your face appeared in his mind’s eye, followed by your beautiful, smooth neck, and after that, your round, milk-colored breasts with your low cut shirt just barely covering your ti—

“Reno?” Ohh. That was nice. Your voice, innocent, soft, surprised sweet voice went through his mind to match that shock look you had on your face earlier. He imagined himself reaching out and pulling you close from behind, just outside that building, being the one to cause you to make such erotic melodies. “R-Reno?!” The hallucination rang louder, nearly pushing him over the edge, and he opened his eyes to look in his lap to see just how big he could get thinking of you.

“Yn!” He cried out in surprise and horror and gave another surprised cry when he felt a new pleasure take over, and his whole body jerked and tensed. Warm, liquidy substance coated the inside of his boxers and leg and soaked visibly through his pants.

~YOUR POV~

You stared at the red head with a blood red blush taking over your face. Your eyes were wide in their sockets as you wondered how exactly you got into this position.

Let’s see… you were walking into the building to talk to Cid, who was there to show off some blue prints for new rockets to be built and now had his own office. He was laughing since he had seen the wind lift up your skirt… Rude came in… Oh yeah…

~Flashback~

“Cid,” Rude greeted and nodded in your direction. He handed the blond a package and you looked around curiously.

“Rude-san… Where’s Reno-san?” You asked with the small trace of worry being unable to be kept hidden. You know that sometimes their business got dangerous, and the absence of the usually spontaneous redhead made your mind force images and scenes of disaster and you started paling. Rude gave you a neutral look that you couldn’t read, but mentally he was giving you an amused, knowing grin. His silence made you stiffen and a knot formed in your stomach, but you relaxed when he opened his mouth and said, “He’s airsick, so he’s not going to come in until his stomach settles.” You nodded and began to make your way out to him, not noticing Rude whisper something to Cid, who smirked and nodded.

“Yn.” You turned to look at tar-lungs. “Here. I’ve been informed that our emergency parachuting supply is in great need of restocking.” A mischievous shine emitted from Cid’s eyes as he threw you a white rectangle that greatly resembled a cereal box covered in white out from his desk drawer. He saw your look of confusion when your EC orbs spotted ‘XL’ written in black sharpie on the bottom and shrugged. “Rude’s heavy. He needs a big parachute,” he said with amusement.

You shrugged and made your way up and out, squinting to try to see through the gray curtain of rain and fog. You could barely make out the form of the helicopter, and hurried over to the passenger side to see his body just lying there, which threw you into a near panic state until you noticed a small smile on his lips.

“Reno?” You asked softly, trying not to giggle at his sleeping form. His face twitched at what you believed was the disturbance, and you leaned further over the passenger seat, trying to climb up when you felt two strong arms wrap around the upper half of your body and awkwardly yank you completely into the helicopter.

“R-Reno?!” you squeaked when you found yourself now lying across the whole seat, legs hanging out of the door and your head in his lap, being held there by one strong hand.

~End Flashback~

Horrified, glazed teal eyes stared down at your shocked, embarrassed ones. Neither of you moved and the silence weighed heavily on his shoulders, both minds frozen in time.

Yours melted first.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know…,” you whispered, quickly looking down away from his face, only to have your cheeks deepen in color when you saw you were face to face when his creamed-in pants. You tried to swing your legs a bit to either drop you out of the copter or get a foot hold on something—anything—to push yourself in so that you could get out in one piece. But in doing so, your face lowered down and landed in the warm wet spot, making you gasp and mutter out an unheard apology while he bit back a moan. A nervous giggle left your mouth and you finally got yourself on your hands and knees, careful to not touch him.

Reno cracked his eyes open to see that you had gotten yourself up and in a position just as arousing as before, when your head had been so close to his re-awakening monster. That had certainly inspired many new fantasies. And now you were eye-level with him… bent over in what would be a good, willing doggy-style rape position if you had only been facing the other direction… But you facing him was okay too. Especially since it gave him a great view down your blouse. A great view that was quickly retreating, and it was then he noticed that you were making your way out by sliding backwards; an action he had to stop. He reached out quickly with his right hand, grabbing your upper arm and making you pause in your exit long enough for him to grab your other arm and pull you back in, all the way across the seat and flip you so you were sitting in his lap. He let out a groan when he felt your leg put new pressure on his arousal, and in less than a second his lips were on yours and his tongue was forcing its way into your mouth and greedily taking in your taste.

You could only gasp and sit there tensed, your mind and heart both racing and freezing all at the same time.



Hehe… so it’s 2:30 in the morning and I paused for 5 minutes, came back, and found that all my creativity had been flushed down the toilet.

So, tell me, just how would YOU react? ^_~