Rude

"No, no, it's nothing like that. Tifa's a friend," Cloud said. Which was true enough. She was Barret's girl, after all.

"Well, that's good. Though you don't strike me as the type anyhow," Aerith said, giggling slightly. "Okay, homeward bound!"

***

As they went down the long, dusty alley to the paradise of Aerith's home, a helicopter hovered downwards towards a clearing. Two men roped out, and a third, a tall, fit Black man, jumped down himself, adjusting his suit and sunglasses.

"What do you want, Rude?" Aerith asked.

"Haven't seen him before. Your new boy toy?"

"Mayyyyyyybe," Aerith teased. Cloud felt his cock stir involuntarily. Another contender for his thick cock, perhaps?

"You're the one that beat up Reno," Rude said. His large fist clenched.

"So what?" Cloud asked. Rude ran after him, laying a bunch directly into Cloud's solar plexus.

"No need to get rough!" Aerith protested, shooting off a Fire spell at Rude.

"Gotta get a little payback for my partner," Rude said, shrugging. Cloud used the diversion, hitting the flat of his sword against Rude's face. With the protect spell in place, it only broke his glasses.

"Okay then," Rude said, taking out a replacement pair. His phone rang and he immediately answered it. The voice on the other end was so loud that Cloud could hear it.

"Hey there, partner. I'm sure you're having the time of your life, but we're needed on standby for a job. Something about Sector 7. So get your ass back here now," Cloud heard Reno say.

"Understood," Rude said, disconnecting. "You got lucky this time." Rude waved, the helicopter returned, and Rude and his guard disappeared.

"Sector 7 ... we gotta get back early, Aerith," Cloud said.

"Yeah ... but ... salmon night," she pouted.