#for $4 you too can smell like Tseng of the Turks

[greenjudy]

when personal fandoms collide

[reno2ndgun]

1/4 Rufus sighed. If he were being honest with himself, he hardly had any room to speak. On the rare occasions he’d been injured, he’d hardly been a model patient. Reno’s uncharacteristic display of vulnerability sent a pang of emotion through him. “Of course.” Although he’d been teasing, he’d carry him in a heartbeat, too, though he knew it to be unlikely that Reno’s pride would allow that. “It’s worth a look, at least. At worst, I find out he’s not looking at his mail,

 and that gives me a whole host of exploitation opportunities.” He slowly drank from his wine glass as Reno talked to Tseng, surprised but pleased that Reno was not only planning on helping him, but *staying with him.* Not that he let either of those things show. Rather, he let his smug sense of justification over not being the only to chastise the redhead permeate. It didn’t last long. “Ah,” he wrapped an arm around Reno’s waist, encouraging him to lean on his shoulder that much more.

 “Aftershave, actually,” he murmured. “From Wutai.” While he had long since gotten used to its smell, he couldn’t say the same of Reno’s. Ozone and gunpowder, something clean and sharp with a subtle hint of the bourbon he’d been drinking. He readjusted his grip and let his fingers trail the Turk’s side, just a little—subtle enough that it could easily be played off as an accident. Nudging Reno into a walk, he addressed the question he hadn’t quite gotten out earlier.

  “D was getting, shall we say, *restless*. I haven’t been able to give her the exercise she needs since my secretary went out. Tseng offered to take her tonight for a walk and then keep her so she can ‘play’ with the most recent batch of SOLDIER recruits tomorrow morning.” He chuckled “That should get some of her pent up energy out.” He carefully navigated Reno to the couch and lowered him onto its seat, indulging in the temptation of lingering over him just a fraction longer than was necessary.

Reno hobbled along next to Rufus, lips peeled back in a grimace of pain. He never asked Rufus to stop as he leaned on him, arm wrapped around the small of the blonde’s back and hand clenching white cloth. He noticed every lingering touch and welcomed the distraction from his angry leg. Part of the reason Reno was hesitant to accept a cast wasn’t entirely pride. An air of invincibility around the Turks helped them do their job. Hiding injuries from outside eyes maintained that. “You could always......Give Tseng a job to lighten his mood. Hack Heiddeger’s email account and subscribe him to a bestiality magazine somewhere.....Let the news get a hold of it. See if your dad fires him. If nothing else, your dad let’s him.......Keep working and he starts reading his mail yo.” Reno paused in his speech when he had to focus on not bumping his leg. Once he was finally settled on the couch, he looked Rufus right in the eyes as he lingered a little too long. Oh yes, he knew. Reno most definitely knew flirting when he saw it. Considering how many women likely wanted to date the second most wealthy man in the world, Reno isn’t all to surprised  that Rufus has taken to soft  flirting with a Turk instead of dealing with the headache of upper crust dating. He took a moment to appreciate how fitting it was that Rufus’s eyes were glacier blue.

 He gave Rufus’s hand a tug to urge him to just bloody Relax. “Yo come sit!!”  The redhead leaned back against the sofa and propped up his legs after toeing his shoes off. No surprise that also hurt like hell. “I’m surprised you didn’t just take her one floor up to the Helipad and throw the  ball around. Lotsa room up there yo. “ He shifts when Tseng arrives and greets them both. The Wutian man levels Reno with a glare so sharp Reno complains very little and might have even scooted away a little. He leaves a bag of folded clothing on the living area table for Reno and a leg brace he EXPECTS it to be worn. “Apologies I can’t Stay long sir. Wear the brace or stay on leave for three months Reno.” Reno grumbles after Tseng has left. “ J E R K. He knows I hate leave....That’s practically cheating yo!”