Sex and Politics

Rufus gave his reflection one last glance to quiet his vanity. He winked at Tseng and taking his Champaign glass from his bodyguard he toasted his own reflection. Before the start of the banquet he gathered the Turks in his study to announce generous pay raises and to congratulate Tseng on his impending official promotion to Vice President of Shinra Inc. His cock couldn’t wait to continue the celebration in the bedroom, but he kept decorum. This was his night.

“It’s a shame your father never got to see how handsome you’ve grown up to be.” Rufus smiled at General Dexterus without turning away from the mirror. The man was indeed an epitaph of a military leader and even though it’s been years since Rufus was his student at Junon Military Academy, he still felt aroused and nervous in his presence. The general was tall, broad-shouldered and rigidly postured, with raven-black hair grizzed at the sides and deceptively gentle voice. He ranked right below Sephiroth in Shinra armed forces and he lusted after Rufus ever since he laid his eyes on the young heir back at Junon. Since the fall of Midgar General Dexterus became the most powerful military commander and even though his courtship of Rufus was pure politics, the vanity in the young President did not allow him to rebuff the General’s advances. He liked being paid attention to.

“You flatter me,” Rufus nodded at the elder man in the mirror.

General offered him a small panther cub with a long tail and glowing yellow eyes.

“I know how much you loved Black Nation. This cub was bred from the same parents.”

Rufus accepted the struggling animal, careful not to allow the young panther to claw at his suit, with the look of a small child receiving a long-awaited gift. The cub stopped struggling in his arms and observed her new owner.

“Very gracious of you, General,” Rufus finished his Champaign and threw the class into the fireplace, drunk on self-satisfaction. “As for my old man, the best thing he ever did for me was to drop dead! Forgive me if I sound cruel, I’m sure getting to spend his money starting tomorrow will cure most of my bitterness!” The panther let out a loud hiss.

“You…!” came a loud voice from the hallway entrance. “YOU’re not gettin’ a single coin of MY Gil, you egotistic, scheming little skunk!”

Rufus spun around dropping the panther cub from his arms, his full lips parted wide open in spite of his attempt to keep calm. Inside his chest his heart beat so fast he was sure a heart attack was inevitable. He glared at the figure in a wide wheelchair briskly entering the room, nearly running over Rude’s foot. The man positioned himself closer to the window where the dying sunlight clearly illuminated his face. Albert Shinra has not aged a day. His cheeks were flushed from extreme irritation and he had lost a lot of weight, but the old man Shinra was still holding his signature cigar, and was still wearing his smirk and his favorite albeit better-fitted brown suit.

“I left you a company in excellent standing!” the man screamed in frustration, throwing the nearest candle at Rufus’s head, “and what did YOU DO! You incompetent vain son-of-a-bitch! Fucked up my entire enterprise and ran yourself into debt with fancy suits and expensive booze! I’ll beat your ass bloody when I get out of this damned wheelchair! WHAT?!” the old man glared at General Dexterous and the three Turks who stared back with blank expressions of shock.

“You were supposed to be dead, a long time ago, Sir?” Reno immediately regretted having stated the obvious when the old man Shinra hurled a candle at his head as well.

“Reno, you still on my payroll you jackal?! All you Turks are nothin’ but a bunch of ass-kissing thugs! I shoulda thrown all your ass out a long time ago!” he pointed at the Turks with his cigar. “I’ll outlive ALL of you dumb bastards! Three years in a coma is a nap for a man with a strong spirit, and since my son obviously didn’t inherit my business smarts, I’ll need all the spirit I can get to rebuild my Shinra. Stupid boy!” he pointed at Rufus. “You should’a had the decency to accept General Dexterus’ marriage proposal, since there’s no brains in that pretty head of yours!”

“You…this can’t be,” Rufus whispered, close to fainting from anger and surprise, “my mother is…was alive all this time too? And you… you are not dead!”

“Dead? I’ve never been better!” his father screamed back, “and you, young sir, are UNSEATED as President of Shinra Inc.! As long as I’m alive your ass will not sit in another executive chair again!”

Damn, Tseng sighted, and I was so close to becoming Vice President.

“Well,” Rufus growled, “that’s easy enough to fix! This time I’ll make sure you stay dead!”

He tensed up, preparing for attack, but Reno unexpectedly blocked his way. He gracefully coiled his arm around the President’s waist and held him back with enough firmness that Rufus didn’t push him away.

“Do you remember, at the Healin Lodge,” Reno whispered into his superior’s ear, “when your toes begun to turn black and you couldn’t breathe, who did you call out to when you thought you were dying? You’ll regret killing him, boss.”

“Shut up!” Rufus was still breathing hard. He glared at Reno and then at the old man with all the resolve he could gather and briskly walked out of the room.

“That’s right, you coward, you should run!” the old man screamed after him. “That boy,” he shook his fist in disapproval, “couldn’t wait to see him after all this time and now I remember why I always wanted to strangle the SOB!”