They met up in Wutai, but really it started way back when they'd ambushed the Turks in Gongaga. Reno had been chattering away, pestering a nonresponsive Rude with a constant stream of patter.

"Which one is it? Don't tell me Rufus; that's our boss, man. That nerd Reeve? Wait... is it _Hojo_?! I thought you had _some_ standards, man!"

Rude pushed his dark sunglasses up his brow. "...Barret," he said, eventually.

Reno cracked up. "Oh, that's a tough one, man!" he said between guffaws. "I don't think that one's gonna work out for you."

Then Elena stumbled up behind them and they ended up fighting. Barret didn't even think about it long enough to realize what they'd actually been talking about until weeks later. Rude, huh. He was pretty built, he supposed. Too bad he was a fucking Turk. That really wasn't gonna work out for him.

Much, much later, he found himself remembering that.

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Their travels had taken them to Wutai, which meant Yuffie had sprung her little trap and stolen every single piece of materia they had on them. Forget Cait Sith being a traitor; Yuffie must have been planning that for _months_. Just thinking about it got Barret's blood boiling. Running into the Turks on vacation had seemed like a perfect excuse to blow off some steam by stomping them into the ground, but at the time, tracking down Yuffie had been more important. Rude had been sitting sprawled back in the bar, top two buttons on his shirt unbuttoned, silently nursing a bottle, while Reno and Elena argued the merits of picking a fight. It hadn't seemed notable at the time; it was only after he'd stormed off that he remembered the overheard conversation back in Gongaga.

And if that hadn't been enough, then Yuffie and Elena had gotten themselves kidnapped. Don Corneo had gone to nest in Wutai, hiding from ShinRa, but he was perpetually up to his perverted little tricks. Being forced to save the kid who'd stolen all their materia rankled.


All of that was to say, Barret was in a fuckin' _mood_ by the time Yuffie finally got their materia back. Evening was falling on Wutai, so they couldn't even head off. Trapped in yet another shitty resort town for the night. Barret stomped down the streets, frustration brewing. If they couldn't make progress, he was at least gonna get the chance to get drunk and get his rocks off.


The Turtle's Paradise was almost as famous for its gay bar as it was for its drinks. That kind of place wasn't usually Barret's thing, but now he just wanted to blow off all the building frustration by dumping a few load in or on somebody, and he wasn't even gonna be particular about who that somebody was.

All of Rude's little glances and comments snapped into crystal focus the moment he stepped into the bar and, eyes tracking across the place, found Rude leaning against a wall, getting chatted up by some big burly fisherman. The guy was almost as big as Barret. Rude had a type, it looked like.

The fisherman was getting pretty handsy, with one big hand feeling Rude's bicep through his suit shirt, and the other groping one of his big pecs. Rude didn't seem like he minded at all.

Barret stomped over with no concern for how it looked. He went right up to Rude, grabbed his shoulder, and tugged him to face him.

"Alright, fuckhead, it's your lucky day. You got a hotel room?"

Rude's sunglasses perpetually shrouded his eyes, but from the way the rest of his face went slack, Barret had managed to genuinely surprise him. He groped his crotch just to make it crystal clear: "I got a big load stewing, and maybe dumpin' it in you is gonna make up for all the bullshit we had to go through today."

If nothing else, Rude was decisive. He looked over at the burly fisherman, brows already contracting in an angry glower. "...maybe later," Rude said, and went with Barret. Barret snorted. Rude had a pretty high estimation of himself, if he thought Barret wasn't gonna leave him wrecked for days. The fisherman wasn't that bad looking; if he hadn't been so pent up it might've been fun to spitroast Rude between them.

The Turks were there on vacation. They weren't sharing a tiny room at the cheapest motel they could find. Rude lead him up to a fancy penthouse he had all to himself. Good. If Reno walked in on them mid-fuck, Barret wouldn't be held responsible for what he'd do to the guy.

Rude knew what he was getting. He shrugged out of his suit jacket on the way there, and started unbuttoning his shirt during the elevator ride up. Barret's cockring was keeping him half-hard, and the slow squeeze across his shaft just kept his dick slowly but surely fattening. Rude kept stealing glances down as Barret's tent kept getting bigger and bigger. Rude was a big guy: tall, solid muscles, dusting of dark hair across his broad pecs. He could think of worse ways to blow off some steam.

Barret shucked his vest while Rude dug in his pockets for his room keycard, and his look up -- seeing Barret's huge bicep flexing an inch from his face as he shifted made him fumble and nearly drop it. Barret stuck his thumb under his belt and tugged the buckle loose. "Better hurry with that door if ya don't wanna end up blowing me in the hallway," he said, and Rude stared at him for a half-second before resolutely swiping the door open.

Barret followed him in: big room, a Wutainese interpretation at a modern open-plan. Kitchenette, giant bed, big open balcony. Barret sat at the end of the bed, legs spread, and kicked off his boots.

"Get to it," Barret said.



[... i guess barret gets his pants open and rude gets his sunglasses off around here ... ]



Barret smacked his cock against Rude's cheek. His shaft hit with a deep, heavy _crack_. "Beg for it."

"...Please, let me suck your cock." Say what you want about him, Rude knew what he wanted. His voice was low and steady, dark eyes looking up at Barret. His cock pulsed, and a fat, pearly bead of pre gathered over his bloated cocklips and then drooled down in a cloudy string to smear across Rude's muscular neck. Barret dragged his cock to the side, smearing his shaft over Rude's lips, and he let the guy lap along his shaft, getting it wet. He worked his way up until his lips were pressed against the underside, lapping across his frenulum, and each wet drag sent a bolt of heat zapping down his length. His dick pulsed, cocklips spreading, and this time the gush of pre hit Rude right between the eyes and drizzled down around his nose.

Barret rut forward, smearing his cock through the mess, painting Rude's face with his sloppy pre. "C'mon, give it a kiss." He let his cockhead come to rest right over Rude's mouth. He reflexively licked his lips, tongue swiping out across his cock, and then opened wider, letting Barret's fat cockhead slide over his tongue and sink into his mouth. "Ahhh, yeah," Barret groaned, hand curling around the back of Rude's head, tugging him minutely forward. "That's what you wanted, huh?"

Rude hummed in agreement, eyes crosseyed from staring down the length of Barret's cock. He nursed on the cockhead, lips and tongue tugging on the fat flange, letting his drool slick down the rest of his shaft. Barret let him; might as well give the guy a treat. Felt fantastic. Rude had sucked a lot of dick, it turned out.

"Ff_fuck_," Barret groaned, as Rude slurped across his cockhead. His tongue lapped down the underside of his shaft, digging against his ridged frenulum. Barret groaned and lay back, hips arching, as he mashed his cockhead against the back of Rude's mouth.

Rude sunk down, eyes fluttering closed, and let his throat relax: he sunk right down, deepthroating it no problem. His throat squeezed around his shaft when he pulled back, and then again, as he started diving deeper. Barret groaned, palm pressed against the back of his neck, gently tugging him forward. Rude took it, jaw open, throat pulsing, until his nose was pressed into Barret's curly pubes and his whole cock was sheathed down his throat.

"_Fuck_ that's good," Barret groaned. Rude gurgled, froth gathering at the corners of his lips as his throat worked along his shaft, just bobbing up and down on the final inch of his cock, open mouth messily drooling down over Barret's balls, flattening his pubes into a messy thatch. He worked Barret's cock, fucking his throat open until he was facefucking himself without a hitch. Tears dripped down his cheeks as he got into it: eyelids half-open, eyes rolled back into his head, mouth just a sloppy open pit.

Barret rut up, hand on the back of his neck hauling him down, and took control of the tempo. He rocked up, enjoying the strained _squelch_ of Rude's throat each time he hammered him down against his crotch. Rude gurgled, still not gagging even as a stringy mess of pre and throatslop started to drool from his nose. Fuck, Barret had to hand it to him: Rude could suck a dick.

"Let's see what you got." Rude's belt was unbuckled, slacks unbuttoned, and his boxer-briefs were tented out hugely as he groped his cock. Unwilling to start jerking off just yet; he wanted to enjoy getting to suck cock a little longer, maybe. Barret tugged him off his cock, huffing as Rude pushed back against him: trying to keep himself impaled on Barret's cock as long as possible. He finally pulled free with a wet _pop_ and a messy spill of drool splattering across Barret's thigh as his cock pulled free, thickly glazed with a mess of churned-up slop.

Barret nudged his foot between Rude's spread legs, calf pressing against his tented dick. Rude just planted his mouth against the root of Barret's cock, wetly huffing as he lapped up the slobbery drool coating his balls, and obligingly hauled his underwear down.

His cock flopped out into the open: a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, with neatly-trimmed pubes framing his length. Chunky cockring bangle wrapped around the base, tugging his shaft and balls forward, making it more pronounced. A single materia in the bangle, too, with a tell-tale purple glow.

Barret snorted. Sure, it _could_ be anything. But a gay guy with purple materia on his cockring? [Size Plus], 95 times out of a hundred. Plenty of guys used it, to the point where in some places -- the richer places -- it was more likely to see a guy using it than not. An easy way to add a few inches to your dick? It was one of the most sought-after materia on the planet. Most guys weren't throwing fireballs around daily, but everybody wanted a bigger dick.

Barret hauled him up from his kneeling position on the floor, shifting backwards on the bed until Rude was practically sitting in his lap, legs spread around him. Their cocks pressed together, pinned between their stomachs. Even with the materia, Barret still outclassed him: chunky wrist-thick shaft, cock nearly a foot long, fuzzy balls each size of a fat lemon. Rude's dick was big, but it wasn't _that_ big.

Barret didn't need any help making his dick bigger. He already had enough trouble finding guys who could take it. His preferred loadout was something else.

His cock was frictionless with Rude's throatslop. He rutted up, gliding his dick along Rude's. "Almost got me beat, huh?"

Barret curled his hand around their shafts, joining Rude's, as they rolled their hips together, just grinding their cocks against each other.

"...You gotta fuck me." Rude's hand clenched tighter around Barret's shaft, making the whole thing bloat out fatter.

"What, you think you can take the whole thing?" Most guys couldn't. It was a big fucking dick.

"...Taken bigger," Rude said, and Barret huffed out a laugh.

"Size queen, huh? Lemme see..." Barret reached down to Rude's cockring, fingers sliding over the smooth swell of the materia inside. "You fucks have been a hassle every time we've had to deal with you." He plucked the [Size Plus] materia free, letting it rest in his palm. Rude's dick shrunk back -- still pretty big, a solid eight inches or so, but now solidly outclassed by Barret's cock. "I think I'm owed a little payment." He held the materia between two fingers, cool and slick as he slid it down his cock, and then popped it into place on his cockring with a faint _ping_.

His cock lurched, an abrupt jolt of mako energy zapping up through his shaft, and in the wake of that it surged, fattening to the point where the cockring itself had to stretch a little, seaming wider. Barret groaned, head thrown back, all focus on the swell and shift. His cock crawled up his stomach, head like a fat apple, until it wedged itself between his pecs, eagerly leaking slimy gushes of pre all down his stomach. His balls burned, sac churning, flesh furrowing in jerks, as they swelled up to something closer to a big fat grapefruit: huge things that had to loll across one thigh to even fit. "Ahhh, _fuck!_" Barret groaned, hips jerking reflexively, sending his cock cannonading between their bodies, bashing against Rude's shelflike pecs. A wave of heat washed through him, and the final throb of his growing cock matched with a pulse of pre, erupting out bigger than most guy's loads in a messy spray that glazed their pecs in a sloppy coating of pre.

Barret rolled his hips, slowly fucking his cock between them. "Fuck, don't know how guys can stand wearing these. Whenever I try I gotta jerk off every ten minutes or else I go fuckin' nuts." He grinned down at Rude: "Good thing I got you to take care a' me now, huh? Think you can take _that?_"

If Rude was hungry for cock before, now he was desperate: "You gotta fuck me." He was less concerned about the materia theft and more interested in getting Barret's dick back inside him.

"You sure 'bout that?" Barret curled his hand as far as it would go around the goliath club of his cock and smacked it against his thigh with a heavy _thwack_. "Most guys can't even take the thing naturally, an' you wanna try _this?_"

Just the slide of his own palm along his shaft sent a wash of pleasure through him so intense he got dizzy; he staggered back and had to brace himself against the wall. Fat, glossy beads of pre burbled out between his protruding cocklips and hung there for a half-second before streaking down his shaft, sheening the dark flesh rich. "Fuck, this shit always gets me so worked up. You got your work cut out. Gonna have to milk out a half-dozen loads before I'm satisfied."

Rude was a stoic guy, as far as Barret could tell. But now, faced with Barret's nearly two-feet of enormous, vein-gnarled cock, he looked like he was getting the best present of his life. He was drooling.

Barret snorted. "Well, you asked for it." He tapped Rude's right hip, telling him to shift over, and Rude scrambled over, rolling onto the giant-ass bed and raising his knees.

Barret looked over at the bedside table. "You got--"

"You don't need lube." Rude cut him off.

Barret's eyebrows rose. "_Really?_"

He probed against Rude's hole with two pre-daubed fingers. Rude just arched his back and opened himself up, hole spreading wide. He was slick inside, practically lubing himself up already. Yeah, that was the hole of a guy who got fisted regularly. He wanted Barret to really tear him up.

Barret pulled his fingers free and thumped his cockhead against Rude's pulsing asshole. Yeah, his cockhead alone was the size of his fist. "You asked for it, man."

But if he was gonna fuck him, he was gonna fuck him _proper_.

It'd been a fucking scene when they'd been going through the disorganized heap of materia Yuffie had dumped back in their laps and they'd had to sort through it all. Barret didn't keep himself perpetually 'equipped', but that kinda shit made it tempting. She wouldn't have gotten her hands on those materia if they'd been wrapped around his dick. As it was, Tifa had curiously held up a little materia clip: "I don't recognize these ones," she'd said. "Some kinda spell boost?"

Barret had swiped them out of her hand. "They're mine," he'd said, flatly, and that was hopefully all the questioning anybody would have for him.

Now, Barret reached back into his side pouch and popped the two materia off its clip. He palmed them into his cockring as a paired set, next to Rude's stolen materia. [Turbo] and [Quadra], two little marbles gleaming cyan. There was a short, intense pang in his balls as the mako energy flowed through him, and his sac -- already swollen and heavy from Rude's [Size Plus] -- sagged down even lower as his balls shifted and inflated. Glands swelled inside his hips, slick hot heat filling him up. He liked _volume_. He tugged on his cock, heel grinding along his frenulum, and it was with a fierce, sharp spasm that his half-hard cock twitched and erupted, cocklips parting to spray out a thick, heavy gush of white-clear pre bigger than most guy's loads. [Quadra] to quadruple his loads, and [Turbo] to add another half on top of that. Six times the volume. If other guys came a few teaspoons, he was cumming a cup. And with [Size Plus] on top of that...

He lost himself in stroking for a minute, just enjoying the play of fingers along his shaft, the bubbly pressure from the bloated veins winding along his shaft, the drape of his heavy foreskin across his cockhead. He squirted again, cock erupting in his hands, and gushed out a massive, slimy shot of pre that sprayed across Rude's stomach all the way to his chin. He could entirely baste the guy in his pre before he had to think about running dry.

Barret curled his gun-arm around Rude's knees and hauled him back to the edge of the bed. His cock shoved between his thighs, easily twice as big as Rude's dick. He rolled forward, fucking between his thighs for a few thrusts, just enjoying the shocky pressure and heat from his freshly-gigantic dick, before he pulled back and slotted his cockhead against Rude's hole. Rude groaned, eyes closed, back arched, and he pushed forward as Barret bore down, hole flowering wide around his cockhead until with an abrupt lurch he sunk inside: fat, fist-sized cockhead breaking him open. Even for Rude, it was a lot. His breath left his lungs with a heavy _whoof_, and his hands twisted up in the sheets, muscles taut, as Barret rocked forward, shallowly fucking him.

Rude's puffy asslips clung to his fat shaft, slurping outward every time Barret pulled back. He kept his thrusts slow just to watch: raw red flesh straining around his veined shaft, distended hole pulsing erratically every time the fat crown of his cockhead tugged along Rude's inner rim, before it finally gave up and let his cockhead pop free. Rude was panting hoarse breaths, writhing, just from the tip. Barret smirked down at him and sunk deeper: cockhead battering him open, slamming into the wall of his ass. Rude howled, hands clawing at the sheets, and Barret rammed into him again, feeling inside him for the little puckered twist that signaled the opening to his guts. Rude's stomach hollowed out, all his muscles clamping down as Barret hammered into him, until with an abrupt spasm his second hole opened up and let Barret sink a solid foot of cock into Rude's guts.

"FUCK!" Rude bellowed, guts spasming, eyes wide. Barret let out a bark of a laugh, staring down at him: hole blown open, already starting to plump up into rubbery asslips as Barret broke him open. Raw red flesh wrapped around his cock, clenching and pulsing around his materia-augmented club of a dick. Thick veins bulged out from his dark flesh, thudding with his heartbeat, shifting minutely against the press of Rude's hole as he tugged back -- cockhead slopping first out of his guts with and pang, and then pulling free with a wet slurp -- and then slammed forward again. Rude bellowed again, writhing, and clawed at the sheets as Barret grinned down at him and then did it again, and again.

"That's only half of it," he said, and he enjoyed the long, needy groan that ripped out of Rude's throat.