Peace and Quiet... but not for long [M]

((Sexy free for all on Vinny~ <3))

Vincent gave out a soft sigh as he lounged into his chair with a book in his hands. It was almost a shock that one who had been locked in a coffin for sixty years such as he had would want nothing but peace and quiet, but Vincent Valentine was a creature of silence. He flipped through the pages of his book, happy to finally have some sort of complete silence for himself.

Reno walked into the coffee shop and theatrically fell against the bar, giving the barista puppy dog eyes. She laughed and ruffled his hair, turning to make him the usual with a soft tut and shake of her head.

The red head slipped onto one of the stools, pulling over an empty ash tray as he lit a cigarette with a yawn. It had been a long week and he was exhausted - though he wasn't about to let the need to sleep ruin his potential for a weekend of chasing tail. All he needed was caffeine and plenty of it.

He finished the cigarette in record time, having only taken two sip of the scalding liquid by that point. He looked around the small shop and spotted Vincent, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was always fun to torment the ex-TURK - the smouldering, glowering looks were amusing... and went straight to his groin.

He probably ought to have been worried that tormenting people gave him wood.

He sidled over to Vincent, leaning on the back of the armchair and peering over at the book. "Wotcha reading?"

"Figured you'd try 999 more ways?" He grinned, rounding the chair and draining more of his coffee. He sat on the arm of the chair and leant against the back with a stretch. "Why would I want anything? Maybe I'm just bored and thought you'd be interesting company until either my coffee was finished or you ran away flailing?"

He looked down at Vincent with a smirk. "Amusing image, you running away like a girl... wonder what it would take to make that a reality?"

"Is that a proposition?" Reno purred, leaning in a little. "Or is it my proposing it that will get you screaming and flailing out of that door?"

His eyes danced with amusement, unable to deny that getting his hands on the man would indeed prove to be interesting. It wasn't, in fact, the reason he had approached Vincent at all, but now the notion was playing in his mind any real reasons for him being there were completely abandoned.

"So, what do you say, Mr Valentine - your place or mine?"

Reno grinned and slipped off the arm of the chair, draining the last of his coffee and placing the mug back at the bar. "Well, this was a hell of a lot easier than I thought it was going to be," he admitted with an impressed shrug.

"I walked here, so you better be close or driving something gorgeous," he grinned heading for the door, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure Vincent was still following.

Reno raised an eyebrow at the mention of that name, wondering if he had taken to nicknaming his cock or if he was referring to the demon summon he hosted, and choosing not to question it for now.

He caught the keys with a grin, looking over Vincent's bike with a purr. "Oh baby," he crooned, running his hand along it, hovering slightly from actually touching it. "Harley-Davidson Duo-Glide... A classic, and in perfect condition. You do have taste, I'll give you that."

He swung his leg over like a pro, getting comfortable and looking to Vincent. "Come on then, if I start this thing purring without you on the back, I can't promise I won't just run away with it."

It was some reluctance that Reno pried himself from the motorbike - he missed having a bike... the last one met a sticky end and he hadn't gotten around to treating himself again since, not especially since he had expensive tastes.

He followed Vincent in, smirking at the comment. "You know, you have one of those tones that I can't tell whether you're taking the piss or are genuinely worried I'm about to run away with the bike. You don't have to worry - not yet, anyway. You've definitely got my interest, yo."

It was hard to tell what was under Vincent's clothing just by looking him over - it was only through knowing what training and fitness standards a TURK needed to be in that he had any clue that what he would be uncovering would be pleasing.

"So, how do you want to play this? Get naked and get on with it or...?"

Reno eyed Vincent's left arm with a slight smirk. "Well, there goes that rumour that you can't get that thing off," he chuckled, going to him and straddling his legs. He sat back on Vincent's knees and looked over him.

"Eh, reputation, nasty rumours, whichever you want to call it," he shrugged, looking over the man and taking him in. "People think what they want to and I'm not bothered enough to tell them otherwise." He paused. "Mostly because they're right..."

With a grin he began pulling Vincent's vest off, his hands lightly running over his chest. "I think you can appreciate why I do the things I do - you were after all once like me," he murmured with a slight shrug. "And come on - who wouldn't want to strip you down and see what you're hiding under that cloak?"

The change of character in a usually very withdrawn Vincent intrigued him, though he happily surrendered to the kiss, letting himself be undressed as Vincent saw fit. He shifted a little closer, noting with a slight smirk that the other TURK was already aroused by the situation.

"Hmm, one more thing we should clear up with those terrible rumours," he murmured against Vincent's lips. "Now... are you as into biting as people say you are or am I going to be a little disappointed?"

Reno loved a biter - it was one of his few weaknesses in the bedroom.

Reno pressed into him with a soft groan. "You seem to have heard a lot about me," he purred, his fingers lightly going through Vincent's long, dark hair. "Makes me wonder who you're going to for all the inside gossip... and just how accurate it'll be."

He reached down for Vincent's pants, starting to undo them. "So, tell me more about me and how I like my men in the bedroom - or on the sofa in this case." Reno shifted his knees further apart and raised himself off of Vincent's lap slightly to make pulling his pants off much easier. "I do hope it turns out to be at least amusing," he smirked, giving the material a firm tug.

"Genesis never did know how to keep his mouth shut... I loved finding new ways to keep him quiet," he laughed, pulling Vincent's pants off as far as he could, leaving him to kick off the rest. "Enormous, huh? I wouldn't go that far - I'm a decent size, a hair above aver-" He didn't have time to finish that thought as his pants were swiftly removed, teeth finding his neck again. He gripped Vincent's hair with a moan, taking a moment to recover his head before slipping from his lap and discarding his shoes, socks and pants, standing naked before him.

"As you can see, not much above average," he finished with an amused shake of his head. "Rough... sometimes.... Usually. As for the Generals... well... sometimes you feel like being a slut and who better to 'degrade' yourself with?" He ran his hand over his hard cock with a smirk. "If only you knew what happened you'd be kept in wet dream material for months."

Reno ran his tongue up the side of Vincent's neck, nipping his ear lightly. "You're pretty impressive yourself," he purred, his fingers lightly brushing over the tip of the man's cock as he pressed his own against it. "You know, I always figured you for being straight, and yet here we are, yo."

He pressed his lips to Vincent's, hips moving to rub their hardness together. "Definitely a step up in my plans for tonight," he purred.

"A nice glass of red wine, a fireplace and a book?" He teased lightly, nuzzling into Vincent's hair with a quiet moan. His hand wrapped around both their cocks, stroking slowly. He was so tempted to slip from Vincent's lap again and take the ex-TURK into his mouth but the feel of his lips against his neck was divine.

"Maybe we should move to the bedroom before we run out of room to play?" He suggested.