Darn plot bunnies.

Somebody better stop me. The muses have made me their official slave again, and this time the result is a pairing that I had never really considered before now. Of course, the bunnies didn't stop there, and now I have to do something and write two versions of it. The first one - in other words, the one that's finished -  is what we'll call the "PG-13?" version, becuase, well, fun with food. ^_^

The second version, the one which I am still working on, will be what we like to call - what was it again? Oh, yeah. It's gonna be a shameless PWP.

I seriously think that a party is in order now. It's now official that I'm a total perv. Well, it won't be official until I can arrange said party, but when it is...Whoo! I'm seeing lots of food, drink, and LOTS of yaoi to be read and written.

Wait, I was on something relevant before now...oh, right. The fic. Still in a kind of 'beta' phase until I'm happy with it. But here it is for now, ready for critique.

Rich Desserts

Rating: PG-13 version ^^;;

Heavy lime and fluff. (The other version will be an upgrade to plain-ol foodkink.)

Summary: Dessert’s on Rufus. Dessert IS Rufus. XD

Never had a buffet table looked quite so enticing, Reno mused as he licked his lips.

Then again, it wasn’t everyday that the buffet table’s selection included Rufus Shinra stripped to his pants and an assortment of dessert items.

"You know," the young blonde began, "I’m not sure how you talked me into this. Isn’t it usually YOU who winds up in these positions?" Which was the truth – usually Reno would be at HIS mercy, not the other way around as it currently stood. Not that Rufus minded all that much – he was as open to new experience as the next man. But the desserts on the table raised a few questions.

"Who’s to say that a little change can’t be good for ya?" Reno quipped as he enjoyed the delicious sight before him. The table’s dark wood contrasted artfully with Rufus’s pale complexion, almost framing him like a portrait. Blonde hair, usually tamed into a style acceptable for business work, was now disheveled and casual-looking. Reno licked his lips again. "You know, you look kind of like a centerfold like that." Really, it took everything the redhead had not to just pounce on Rufus like that.

"Oh, really? Because you’re looking at me more like you would look at a steak than you would a centerfold right now," he responded with a slow shifting of his weight as not to displace the bowl of strawberries Reno had placed on his bare chest.

"You’re not a steak. You’re dessert," Reno answered as he picked one plump strawberry from the bowl and placed it between Rufus’s teeth.

Rufus had to admit, it wasn’t bad, being treated like this. He bit slowly into the sweet fruit as Reno reached for something on the other side of the table, noticing that his attention was only half-focused on retrieving whatever it was he was reaching for.

Reno faltered slightly while he moved for the second bowl – full of whipped cream – as he watched Rufus. Actually, it was more like he was STARING at the man.

So what if he was staring? Hell, ANYONE would stare at the picture that Rufus presented there on the table. Propped up on his elbows on the ebony buffet table, indigo eyes even darker with desire, a bowl of strawberries balanced on his chest and one held almost delicately in his teeth.

Rufus noticed that he was being watched, noticed the look on Reno’s face. This was a new sort of control, he thought to himself, and he decided to test just how far he could push Reno like this. He bit more deeply into the strawberry, sucked lightly at the juices, licked his lips in slow pleasure.

The display had the desired effect, apparently; there was a muted ‘clink’ when Reno dropped a piece of silverware onto the carpeted floor.

"What?" He reached for a second strawberry, made a move for the whipped cream and dipped it as Reno watched every movement he made carefully.

"You…manipulative bastard." He leaned in close to the blonde’s face. "You planned on taking control of this the whole time, didn’t you?"

Rufus smirked. "No…not really." He then decided to take another shot at the game by licking the whipped confection from the fruit…very slowly, and without taking his gaze from Reno. "But do you really care?"

"…Not really." He bit the other side of the berry, then moved in for a kiss that was charged with fire and a fresh fruity taste. "But you better hurry up and remember who’s in charge here, yo."