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Mako Passion
0 ReviewsCloud is having a violent fit of passion, and Rude has to put him in his place. RudexCloud yaoi
Mako Passion
This was not Rude's day. He thought that maybe, just maybe, Cloud was having a worse day then him. The blond was innocently driving on Fenrir, making a delivery, probably thinking about going home early and helping Tifa clean the Seventh Heave, when he... No, that couldn't be it, the delivery boy was probably very distracted while driving Fenrir, making a delivery, probably thinking about showing up at Rude's apartment unannounced and keeping him up all night, in more ways than one.
Yes, Kiwi was probably distracted by his own perverted thought and didn't notice the huge warning sign right in front of him. He didn't hear Reeve warning him to stop, and he broke right thrown the sign, falling into the small pool of life stream. Luckily it wasn't too deep so Fenrir didn't even stop until Cloud, who was apparently not injured, finally woke up from his erotic day dream and hit the breaks.
Reeve was upset, Cait Sith mimicking his scolding, but Cloud was far beyond reason. Why that little pond of life stream pop up? They later realized that the pushed and pulled too much inside the planet trying to uninstall some old reactors. Thought there were trying to remove the gigantic mako sucking pipes, it poked the planet the wrong way and that bit of life stream popped up.
The life stream too only a few hours to sink back into the ground, but Cloud too a bit longer than that to recover. In a fit of passion like none other; he invaded Rude's apartment and demanded sex. Unfortunately, the Turks were all there playing Umo at the time, and heard the entire thing.
Tseng immediately started to leave, forgetting all about the single card he held, which would have allowed him to win the game. Elena considered asking if she could stay and watch, since most women like watching hot yaoi action, but decided to leave with Tseng. Reno wished Rude good luck and rushed out. That was when Rude's day started to really take a turn for the worse.
The exposure to the life stream, though only lasting a few hours made Cloud a little violent, so much in fact, the Sweet Kiwi thought he could be seme for once, and as Rude demanded to know what was going on, Cloud tackled him on the table in a mess of Umo cards.
Obviously Rude was not going to let Kiwi get away with this. With some effort he pushed Cloud off and they feel off the table, with Rude on top where he belonged. "What do you think you're doing coming in and making demands like that, Kiwi?" As far as Rude knew, and Cloud should know, the delivery boy was in no position to make demands.
Cloud only growled, his mako eyes glowing brightly; so bright in fact, that Rude who had dropped his sunglasses when they fell off the table, almost looked away. Almost, but he refused to run away from Cloud's challenging glare in any way. He would have to teach the Kiwi his place.
"I don't know what got into you," Rude stood, hand on Cloud's wrists, gripping tightly, "but I'll cure you, and it will hurt."
Cloud struggled to get free and for just a moment, feeling helpless captivity, the mako was subdued and Cloud appeared to snap out of his passionate rampage, into his normal, more submissive fit of passion where he was unquestionably the uke. "Rude?"
"Back to normal, Kiwi?" Rude made sure to keep him pinned down just to make sure, and cloud could only nod and blush as a reply. That convinced Rude enough, and he got off cloud then kicked him out.
"Wait Rude!" The door was locked, and Cloud had nothing to break it down with, of all the times to leave his sword on Fenrir. "Rude, let me in!" There was no answer. "Are you mad at me?" Cloud banged on the door violently, he was angry at the obstacle that stood between him and Rude. He was so angry that he considered running to Fenrir to get his sword and break down the door, but then Rude would be angry, and Cloud didn't want that. "Rude, I'm sorry I came in like that and said that in front of the Turks!"
Great, just great, Cloud had reminded Rude of the embarrassment he would have to deal with later. Surely Reno would ramble about the subject and not drop it when he was told, Elena would be curious, and talkative as she is would want to discuss it in detail. Rude predicted it would be then that Reno would finally drop the subject, not wanting to hear the story in too much detail, but Elena would continue the conversation. Then Tseng would either stop her or just leave Rude to suffer; and if the latter happen Rude would march over to the Seventh Heave and murder Cloud for all the trouble he caused.
"Rude! Rude!" Cloud's violent punches on the door continued. At that rate he might just knock it down.
"Shut up Kiwi!" At Rude's command cloud was silenced and the door was finally opened.
Cloud hugged Rude, assuming he had been forgiven, which was an incorrect assumption as Rude quickly pushed him away. Cloud's eyes glowed and he clung to Rude who found he couldn't push the blond away.
"Kiwi!"
The name seemed to bring Cloud in and from his mako induced fit of passion to his normal one. "Rude, what's happening to me?"
"It'll ware off... probably. You can wait for that to happen outside." Once again Rude pushed Cloud out, harder than needed.
"Wait, Ru-Ow!" That hurt, in several ways, not only was Rude obviously mad at him, but a door being slammed on his nose was very painful for Cloud. "Rude, don't leave me alone like this! What if I lose all my memories? What if..." Cloud didn't like this at all. It was always a pain when his mako started acting up. He slid down, his back of the door. Loud wanted to be comforted, he wanted Rude to stop being mad at him, in short, Cloud needed a hug.
The door was opened again, so violently that Cloud fell backwards. "Idiot Kiwi, you'll have to learn to control yourself, mako is not an excuse."
"I'm sorry, are you still angry at me?" Cloud did his best to give Rude a sad yet cute look, trying to be forgiven, yet Rude's expression didn't change.
"Yes, but I supposed I won't leave you helplessly pitying yourself at my appartment's door." No sooner had Rude spoken those words. Cloud had come inside, shut the door and was in Rude's arms again. "I didn't say I would offer any comfort, Kiwi."
Once again Cloud was pushed away, frustration piling up with his, and his eyes glowed. As Rude walked to his bedroom, with full intention of locking Cloud out and leave him to pity himself at the bedroom door, Cloud followed uninvited and tackled Rude.
Rude knew it wasn't his day, trying to deal with a Kiwi that was much more unstable than usual; or maybe Cloud was having a worse time dealing with the turmoil inside him. Either way, Rude decided that for the moment being, maybe he should just let things be, even if it was all a little violent with Cloud in a bigger fit than usual. Or maybe he was just letting things out as he wished to do for a long time, and mako simply proportioned an odd drunken courage and not the passion itself which was already there.
However it may be, Cloud would realized the next morning that bruises that were not painful at the time they were inflicted, would be painful the next day, painful and purple; and Rude would then demand that Cloud's nails be cut and filled and they left suspicious marks that his Turks uniform would cover anyway, but still... The bedroom was a mess of things throws to the floor, a pool of messy sheets and a missing pillow, who knew where that ended up.
Sure enough Cloud hardly remembered anything, and when the Kiwi had the audacity to dare ask what happened, Rude Got up calmly ignoring his question. "Rude, I only remember a little tell me what happened..." Cloud's usual tone returned, and his mako was back to its normal level, which hardly gave him the impulse to stalk Rude and let out part of his desires, yet not the violent fit from before, which only existed in fragmented memories. At times like that cloud wanted the fluff more than the violence he had wished for the previous day. "Rude!"
By then Rude had finished dressing and picking up Cloud's clothes from the floor, and under the bed, and mixed in the tangled sheets, and thrown on the furniture, and all over the bedroom. The Turk had miraculously found every item and shoved them at Cloud who received them in a bundle in his arms. Before the confused delivery boy could further whine and request to know what had happened, Rude pulled him off the bed by the arm, gripping tightly, fingernails biting into his skin, though not as hard as Cloud's nails the night before, but enough to leave some mark.
Then the Sweet Kiwi was dragged out of the bedroom and pushed into the living; thankful not to be pushed outside when he had not yet had time to dress. He dressed, and still kept his confusion, while Rude got ready to go to work. "Rude, are you in a violent mood today?" Cloud poked at the small marks on his arms, having not noticed the marks he left on Rude's back. His mind went off to that secret place for naughty kiwis and he held on to Rude again, "I don't mind."
Cloud did not understand that it bothered Rude that the Kiwi didn't remember the recent events; after all he did. If he didn't remember what happened then his infatuation wouldn't end any sooner, or maybe remembering that would make it increase? "Just make me some breakfast Kiwi," rude simply did not feel like going to work on an empty stomach, he knew he would need the energy.
"Okay!" cloud appeared to be happy enough fulfill the request. From his point of view, it meant Rude wasn't mad at him anymore, or at least not as much as before, and that gave the Sweet Kiwi warm and fuzzy feelings that he couldn't quite explained, accompanied by violet fits of passion and day dream of what he wanted Rude to do; very vivid day dream, almost like recent memories. But of course, Cloud did not believe himself to be so lucky, but he could certainly space out and wish; and maybe, just maybe Rude's day had not been bad after all.
End
Written for Cherri's "Fluff Violence" challenge at 'Plot Whole'. Credits to Snow and Cherri for calling Cloud Kiwi. There are many more funny CloudxRude (or as we call it kiwishipping) stories in our series at 'Freedom of Speech Fanfiction' (there is a link in my profile). The siries is titled "To Our Dearest Kiwi". The name comes from Marroned 5's song "Sweet Kiwi".
This was not Rude's day. He thought that maybe, just maybe, Cloud was having a worse day then him. The blond was innocently driving on Fenrir, making a delivery, probably thinking about going home early and helping Tifa clean the Seventh Heave, when he... No, that couldn't be it, the delivery boy was probably very distracted while driving Fenrir, making a delivery, probably thinking about showing up at Rude's apartment unannounced and keeping him up all night, in more ways than one.
Yes, Kiwi was probably distracted by his own perverted thought and didn't notice the huge warning sign right in front of him. He didn't hear Reeve warning him to stop, and he broke right thrown the sign, falling into the small pool of life stream. Luckily it wasn't too deep so Fenrir didn't even stop until Cloud, who was apparently not injured, finally woke up from his erotic day dream and hit the breaks.
Reeve was upset, Cait Sith mimicking his scolding, but Cloud was far beyond reason. Why that little pond of life stream pop up? They later realized that the pushed and pulled too much inside the planet trying to uninstall some old reactors. Thought there were trying to remove the gigantic mako sucking pipes, it poked the planet the wrong way and that bit of life stream popped up.
The life stream too only a few hours to sink back into the ground, but Cloud too a bit longer than that to recover. In a fit of passion like none other; he invaded Rude's apartment and demanded sex. Unfortunately, the Turks were all there playing Umo at the time, and heard the entire thing.
Tseng immediately started to leave, forgetting all about the single card he held, which would have allowed him to win the game. Elena considered asking if she could stay and watch, since most women like watching hot yaoi action, but decided to leave with Tseng. Reno wished Rude good luck and rushed out. That was when Rude's day started to really take a turn for the worse.
The exposure to the life stream, though only lasting a few hours made Cloud a little violent, so much in fact, the Sweet Kiwi thought he could be seme for once, and as Rude demanded to know what was going on, Cloud tackled him on the table in a mess of Umo cards.
Obviously Rude was not going to let Kiwi get away with this. With some effort he pushed Cloud off and they feel off the table, with Rude on top where he belonged. "What do you think you're doing coming in and making demands like that, Kiwi?" As far as Rude knew, and Cloud should know, the delivery boy was in no position to make demands.
Cloud only growled, his mako eyes glowing brightly; so bright in fact, that Rude who had dropped his sunglasses when they fell off the table, almost looked away. Almost, but he refused to run away from Cloud's challenging glare in any way. He would have to teach the Kiwi his place.
"I don't know what got into you," Rude stood, hand on Cloud's wrists, gripping tightly, "but I'll cure you, and it will hurt."
Cloud struggled to get free and for just a moment, feeling helpless captivity, the mako was subdued and Cloud appeared to snap out of his passionate rampage, into his normal, more submissive fit of passion where he was unquestionably the uke. "Rude?"
"Back to normal, Kiwi?" Rude made sure to keep him pinned down just to make sure, and cloud could only nod and blush as a reply. That convinced Rude enough, and he got off cloud then kicked him out.
"Wait Rude!" The door was locked, and Cloud had nothing to break it down with, of all the times to leave his sword on Fenrir. "Rude, let me in!" There was no answer. "Are you mad at me?" Cloud banged on the door violently, he was angry at the obstacle that stood between him and Rude. He was so angry that he considered running to Fenrir to get his sword and break down the door, but then Rude would be angry, and Cloud didn't want that. "Rude, I'm sorry I came in like that and said that in front of the Turks!"
Great, just great, Cloud had reminded Rude of the embarrassment he would have to deal with later. Surely Reno would ramble about the subject and not drop it when he was told, Elena would be curious, and talkative as she is would want to discuss it in detail. Rude predicted it would be then that Reno would finally drop the subject, not wanting to hear the story in too much detail, but Elena would continue the conversation. Then Tseng would either stop her or just leave Rude to suffer; and if the latter happen Rude would march over to the Seventh Heave and murder Cloud for all the trouble he caused.
"Rude! Rude!" Cloud's violent punches on the door continued. At that rate he might just knock it down.
"Shut up Kiwi!" At Rude's command cloud was silenced and the door was finally opened.
Cloud hugged Rude, assuming he had been forgiven, which was an incorrect assumption as Rude quickly pushed him away. Cloud's eyes glowed and he clung to Rude who found he couldn't push the blond away.
"Kiwi!"
The name seemed to bring Cloud in and from his mako induced fit of passion to his normal one. "Rude, what's happening to me?"
"It'll ware off... probably. You can wait for that to happen outside." Once again Rude pushed Cloud out, harder than needed.
"Wait, Ru-Ow!" That hurt, in several ways, not only was Rude obviously mad at him, but a door being slammed on his nose was very painful for Cloud. "Rude, don't leave me alone like this! What if I lose all my memories? What if..." Cloud didn't like this at all. It was always a pain when his mako started acting up. He slid down, his back of the door. Loud wanted to be comforted, he wanted Rude to stop being mad at him, in short, Cloud needed a hug.
The door was opened again, so violently that Cloud fell backwards. "Idiot Kiwi, you'll have to learn to control yourself, mako is not an excuse."
"I'm sorry, are you still angry at me?" Cloud did his best to give Rude a sad yet cute look, trying to be forgiven, yet Rude's expression didn't change.
"Yes, but I supposed I won't leave you helplessly pitying yourself at my appartment's door." No sooner had Rude spoken those words. Cloud had come inside, shut the door and was in Rude's arms again. "I didn't say I would offer any comfort, Kiwi."
Once again Cloud was pushed away, frustration piling up with his, and his eyes glowed. As Rude walked to his bedroom, with full intention of locking Cloud out and leave him to pity himself at the bedroom door, Cloud followed uninvited and tackled Rude.
Rude knew it wasn't his day, trying to deal with a Kiwi that was much more unstable than usual; or maybe Cloud was having a worse time dealing with the turmoil inside him. Either way, Rude decided that for the moment being, maybe he should just let things be, even if it was all a little violent with Cloud in a bigger fit than usual. Or maybe he was just letting things out as he wished to do for a long time, and mako simply proportioned an odd drunken courage and not the passion itself which was already there.
However it may be, Cloud would realized the next morning that bruises that were not painful at the time they were inflicted, would be painful the next day, painful and purple; and Rude would then demand that Cloud's nails be cut and filled and they left suspicious marks that his Turks uniform would cover anyway, but still... The bedroom was a mess of things throws to the floor, a pool of messy sheets and a missing pillow, who knew where that ended up.
Sure enough Cloud hardly remembered anything, and when the Kiwi had the audacity to dare ask what happened, Rude Got up calmly ignoring his question. "Rude, I only remember a little tell me what happened..." Cloud's usual tone returned, and his mako was back to its normal level, which hardly gave him the impulse to stalk Rude and let out part of his desires, yet not the violent fit from before, which only existed in fragmented memories. At times like that cloud wanted the fluff more than the violence he had wished for the previous day. "Rude!"
By then Rude had finished dressing and picking up Cloud's clothes from the floor, and under the bed, and mixed in the tangled sheets, and thrown on the furniture, and all over the bedroom. The Turk had miraculously found every item and shoved them at Cloud who received them in a bundle in his arms. Before the confused delivery boy could further whine and request to know what had happened, Rude pulled him off the bed by the arm, gripping tightly, fingernails biting into his skin, though not as hard as Cloud's nails the night before, but enough to leave some mark.
Then the Sweet Kiwi was dragged out of the bedroom and pushed into the living; thankful not to be pushed outside when he had not yet had time to dress. He dressed, and still kept his confusion, while Rude got ready to go to work. "Rude, are you in a violent mood today?" Cloud poked at the small marks on his arms, having not noticed the marks he left on Rude's back. His mind went off to that secret place for naughty kiwis and he held on to Rude again, "I don't mind."
Cloud did not understand that it bothered Rude that the Kiwi didn't remember the recent events; after all he did. If he didn't remember what happened then his infatuation wouldn't end any sooner, or maybe remembering that would make it increase? "Just make me some breakfast Kiwi," rude simply did not feel like going to work on an empty stomach, he knew he would need the energy.
"Okay!" cloud appeared to be happy enough fulfill the request. From his point of view, it meant Rude wasn't mad at him anymore, or at least not as much as before, and that gave the Sweet Kiwi warm and fuzzy feelings that he couldn't quite explained, accompanied by violet fits of passion and day dream of what he wanted Rude to do; very vivid day dream, almost like recent memories. But of course, Cloud did not believe himself to be so lucky, but he could certainly space out and wish; and maybe, just maybe Rude's day had not been bad after all.
End
Written for Cherri's "Fluff Violence" challenge at 'Plot Whole'. Credits to Snow and Cherri for calling Cloud Kiwi. There are many more funny CloudxRude (or as we call it kiwishipping) stories in our series at 'Freedom of Speech Fanfiction' (there is a link in my profile). The siries is titled "To Our Dearest Kiwi". The name comes from Marroned 5's song "Sweet Kiwi".
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