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Unintended	By : allezcuisine Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Final Fantasy, I own nothing. This fic is written for fun, not profit. Any song lyrics quoted within, are attributed to the respective artist.

Chapter List
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You could be my unintended choice

To live my life extended

You could be the one I'll always love
"Unintended," Muse

Rufus Shinra looked up through the shroud covering his face. His eyes were obscured from view, yet he could see through the microscopic holes of the thin fabric. Like a two-way mirror, he thought wryly. I can see out, but they can't see in. From his wheelchair, he regarded the young man before him, who had come storming into Healen, barking out demands to 'release Mother.'
Those eyes, Rufus mused. Mako eyes. Sephiroth's eyes. It was so obvious to Rufus, when putting those two things together – the eyes with their cat-like slits for pupils, along with all the talk of 'Mother' - this was some sort of creature born of Sephiroth. Not an exact clone of Sephiroth's– not quite, but Rufus felt that Kadaj was somehow definitely related. Oh, and that gorgeous silver hair, Rufus noted, admiring the way the light bounced off of the silver strands. So much like Sephiroth's…
Kadaj was still angry, and on the verge of hysterics. "Please! My brothers and I…we just want our Mother! Won't you help us, Mr. President?"
Rufus knew damned well what Kadaj was driving at; he was after what was left of the Jenova cells. And Rufus also knew, that Tseng was bloody close to finding the treasure; but, the president decided to play his cards close to his chest, and feign ignorance of the subject.
"Kadaj," the president purred, liking the way the name felt as it rolled off of his tongue. "Please understand. I'd love to help you if I could, but our exhaustive search efforts have been fruitless - I am abandoning any further attempts to look for Jenova-"
"No!" Kadaj cried hoarsely, a sob catching in the back of his throat. "Please! I beg of you, sir…please…"
He then knelt in front of Rufus's wheelchair, glancing up at him tearfully, a sad smile working the corners of his mouth. I have to get him to help me, Kadaj thought. There must be some way to convince the president…
What is he doing? Rufus wondered. He was instantly suspicious of Kadaj kneeling in such a subservient position like that. What is he up to? Rufus felt his groin stir, in spite of himself; having a young, attractive man kneeling so submissively in front of Rufus, was enough to send him over the edge.
"We...can help each other, Mr. President," Kadaj purred, as he slowly ran his hands up Rufus's thighs, causing the older man to stiffen in his wheelchair, while his legs parted, almost of their own volition.
"Don't..." Rufus protested weakly. "Please...don't..."
"I can help you," whispered Kadaj. "The pain...it keeps you up all night and day, doesn't it? I can take your mind off of that, Rufus," he continued, dropping formalities. "I can even heal your geostigma."
"You can heal me?" Rufus inquired, sounding doubtful, yet interested.
"Yes," hissed Kadaj, as he looked up at Rufus through half-lidded eyes. His bangs fell over his right eye, making his gaze border on seductive. "But I can do so much more for you, my president." He moved his hands further up Rufus's inner thighs, forcing the legs further apart.
"No, Kadaj," Rufus protested mechanically. Gods knew Rufus didn't want to say no, he wanted nothing so badly, as he wanted to experience Kadaj's touch on his achingly swollen member. It just didn't seem right or proper, Rufus thought.
"To hell with what's proper," Rufus muttered, groaning as Kadaj's nimble fingers began unbuttoning the president's very expensive tailored white linen pants.
"Hm?" Kadaj murmured in inquiry, glancing up at Rufus with a half-smile. "Something…wrong?" Kadaj asked, as he stroked Rufus's erection through the fabric of his pants.
"I meant," Rufus muttered through gritted teeth, desperately praying he didn't come prematurely. "I meant…don't feel obligated to do this, Kadaj. I do find you very…alluring, there's no denying it. But don't feel forced to do this, please."
Kadaj sniffed haughtily, then laughed. "Ha! As if anyone could force me to do their will," he said, chuckling darkly, as he unzipped Rufus's pants, licking his lips at the sight before him. "Going commando, sir?" he teased, a pleasant lilt to his voice. "What a naughty boy you are!"
"They…they get in the way," Rufus stammered, straining to hold back his release, as he fought back an impish smile. Gods, Kadaj had barely even touched his cock, and he was ready to explode. Kadaj giggled, pleased with the effect he was having on the normally unflappable President Shinra. Still kneeling, he eased his slim hands down the back of Rufus's pants, sliding them down, and exposing him. Licking his teeth, and looking almost feral and feline, Kadaj grasped Rufus's cock, stroking it as he pulled it up toward his open mouth, then descended upon it, sucking softly at first.
Rufus groaned, leaning back in the wheelchair. He moved the edge of his shroud aside, so that he could view the delectable sight of Kadaj's head bobbing up and down over his cock. "Kadaj…." Rufus groaned, tilting his pelvis up toward the man's mouth. "You are…beautiful, Kadaj," the president muttered, surprising even himself with the sentiment. Where the hell did that come from?
Kadaj heard the remark, and slowed his movements slightly, but didn't stop. He called me…beautiful? Kadaj wondered absently. Nobody's ever called me that before. Kadaj couldn't help but be touched by Rufus's comment – even if it turned out to be insincere. He, like so many others, was never sure exactly where he stood with Rufus Shinra.
"Yes, Kadaj…oh gods, yes," Rufus groaned, gripping the arms of the wheelchair, as he felt himself approach the edge of orgasm.
"Cum for me, Mr. President," Kadaj implored, murmuring around the mouthful of flesh. "Let me taste you…" The sentence was left unfinished as Rufus came in Kadaj's mouth, groaning loudly as he did so. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handles of the wheelchair, and his legs jerked spasmodically as he felt the sweet release, which Kadaj eagerly swallowed.
Rufus's ears perked as he heard movement outside the door. Shit, he thought suddenly. I don't remember if I locked it—
The door suddenly flung open, and a familiar shock of red hair came into Rufus's line of vision. Reno. And Rude. Reno was still glancing backward, still chatting with Rude as they came through the door, and hadn't yet taken notice of Rufus or Kadaj.
"I don't know, yo," Reno was muttering to Rude. "He said he'd think about it, and I don't know if that even means anything—" As Reno entered the room, his eyes widened at the scene before him, and then locked with both Rufus's and Kadaj's, the younger man glaring at the clueless intruder. How impolite! Kadaj thought irritably. Just barging in on us like that.
"Get. OUT," Rufus spat irately at the duo, furious at the intrusion, knowing it was partly his own fault, for not locking the door. Then again, Kadaj had come to Healin to talk business; Rufus had hardly expected things to end up like this.
"Holy shit, yo," Reno murmured, backing up into Rude, who was still halfway through the door. "We…we should get going, Rude," Reno mumbled, faltering as he stumbled over his feet, trying to make a hasty exit. "Sorry, sir." Rude raised an eyebrow over his ever-present sunglasses, but said nothing – he discreetly exited, and shut the door behind them.
"I'm sorry for that intrusion, Kadaj," Rufus said apologetically. The president extended a hand, and gently brushed a tendril of hair away from Kadaj's face with his fingers. Kadaj blushed, and cast his eyes downward shyly. The effect made Rufus's groin stir once again. He looks...adorable when he acts embarrassed like that, Rufus thought.
"No apologies are necessary," Kadaj replied, smirking. "Clearly the Turks do not place much value on politeness."
"No," Rufus replied, laughing. "I suppose not. Kadaj…I want to-thank you, Kadaj. That was amazing."
"You're welcome, O Fearless Leader," Kadaj answered mockingly, giggling. "Oh, may I call you that? I think it suits you, really." Smiling, he got up from his kneeling position, and placed himself in Rufus's lap, draping his legs over the side of the chair. Rufus gingerly brought an arm around Kadaj's back to support him, relishing the texture of the leather suit beneath his fingertips. I'd like to unzip that suit...and watch Kadaj step out of it…
Kadaj reached his arms around Rufus's neck, encircling him in an embrace. Rufus could feel hot breath on his cheek, and in his ear. The younger man pressed his fingertips gently into the side of Rufus's face, and turned his head to face him. Kadaj moved in, kissing Rufus slowly and deeply. The president had no idea how this had even started – and no idea where it was going, but he knew one thing, above all else: he didn't want it to end.
Rufus kissed Kadaj softly, fingers entwined in the silver filaments of his hair. "Kadaj," Rufus whispered, a pleading note in his voice. "Stay with me tonight." He pulled back a bit from Kadaj awaiting his reaction.
"Hmm," Kadaj hummed, apparently considering the request. Grinning wickedly, he bent Rufus's head back slightly, and snaked his tongue inside the president's open mouth, forcefully kissing him, almost as if he were sucking some sort of life force from Rufus's body.
Ending the kiss, lips parting with a resounding smack, Kadaj finally replied.
"Yes."
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