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Sex and Politics	By : blackcurrants Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 10

�It�s too dangerous for you to be unaccompanied, Sir,� Tseng called after his superior, catching up with him on the staircase. Rufus slowed down to face him. His eyes were moist at the corners, but his sheer resolve commanded the tears not to fall.

�The only time I ever cried in my life was when I mourned them,� his voice was so icy and yet so full of agony that Tseng had to look away. �After the explosion at Midgar, and later when I thought I was going to die from Geostigma, my only comfort was that I will see them on the other side. That maybe we wouldn�t hate each other like we did in life�and all this time my mother was vacationing next to my old man. Not one word from either one of them. I hate them. I need to be alone.�

�Of course, Sir.�

�No, I mean, really alone.� Unexpectedly Rufus reached out to run his fingers down Tseng�s cheek. He petted the skin with unusual tenderness. By then Reno had joined them in the hallway, but sensing the mood the normally vocal Turk remained silent. �With you people I never really am, am I?�

�We�re your bodyguards, boss,� Reno shrugged, �that�s the idea. We guard your body. All the time.� Rufus granted the Turk a sad smile.

�Yes, you both do so really well, but I am in the mood to kill somebody and if you follow me around now, I�ll shoot you.� His smile melted away and his face turned cold and angry again.

�Please don�t go anywhere tonight!� Rufus spun around to find Elena with her rich breasts nicely exposed under her unbuttoned shirt and her swollen lips smelling of sweet liquor. Maybe I do like women. Some women, at least. He came so close to the surprised Elena that her lovely breasts touched his chest. Rufus placed both his hands on her shoulders. Small waist, large bust. So much like my mother. Too much like my mother.
�Please, Sir. I just heard�I�there�s an assassin looking to kill you.�

�My father is back in town, haven�t you heard? Of course he wants me dead. I don�t know why he ever bothered conceiving me.�

Rufus shoved Elena out of his way and quickly strode away, the heels of his dress shoes clicking on the shiny hardwood floor.
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Rufus hated to be angry. He was cold and detached with most of the world because it provided a secure shield to his unstable core, but anger threatened to crack that shield, revealing to all the world that he could in fact bleed and cry. He was crying now and he despised himself for it.

In the privacy of his master bedroom he stripped to the waist and stuck his head under a faucet of icy water. He hated his reflection. No matter how hard he tried to conceal it with expensive suits and good manners, he still looked like a stupid kid. A stupid kid who always fell short of his father�s expectations. He was always too pretty and not smart enough. The sadness was unbearable and he craved the one solution he had resorted to since his early teens � alcohol, the strongest money can buy.

Rufus made his way to the liquor cabinet. What? No liquor? He was ready to kill. None in the cupboards. None under the bed. Empty. Zilch. He grabbed the phone to dial Tseng�s number, but hung up before it rang. His aggression was boiling over and spilling into helpless rage as he smashed the phone into the mirror. My father is alive! This was a nightmare. It changed everything, his every plan, every dream he nurtured and cultivated in his mind was ruined. But it was worse.

There was no way out of the nightmare. During the many turbulent months that followed the death of his father Rufus was drunk on his newly gained power and freedom, but soon enough his nights grew lonely and cold. He desperately missed the elegant company of his mother. Rufus also learned that his hatred of his old man had a wounded and bleeding sense of love at its core. There were days when he would give up anything to hear his old man yell at him, and there were nights when he choked on fine cognac, remembering the few moments of intimacy he shared with his father over strong spirits. If Rufus had his old man killed, he would regret it just like Reno said, but he still hated his father and he couldn�t stand to be under the same roof with him just the same.

He didn�t want consolation. He didn�t want understanding. He wanted OUT. He wanted somebody to fuck him senseless and then blow out his brains, putting him out of his misery. There�s no mystery to buying liquor in the city and it�s been an awfully long time since I sat behind the wheel of my own car.
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Sazar Valdi was two sips of whiskey away from whacking the irritating one-eyed bum on the barstool next to him when he saw him. Rufus Shinra himself, looking like a rich arrogant asshole that he was, halting his sleek blood-red vehicle to a stop in front of the liquor store on the opposite side of the street. Shocking that the rich boy even knows how to drive! Rufus still wore his signature white trousers, but his black dress shirt was unbuttoned, with sleeves rolled up and he wore no jacket. His hair was messy and wet, which gave him the look of a high-end escort boy whose night didn�t go so well. Sazar chocked, dropping his cigarette into his drink, and almost knocked over the old man�s beer. Can he really be that stupid? Or that arrogant? Sazar remained seated for a while, watching for the security tail, but there was none. Rufus Shinra, alone, unguarded, in a shady district of Edge. Now THAT is not something you see every day. Sazar felt his crotch stir in anticipation. Just then he felt the vibration of his phone.

�What�s new boss?�

�Deal�s off Valdi, you hear me? Call off your dogs, I changed my mind.�

�Ain�t it a bit late for a change of heart, boss, after all this investment.�
�I do not like to repeat myself, Mr. Valdi. I said the deal is off. You will still get paid for your efforts, generously paid, but if one hair falls from my son�s head I will have yours. Do we have an understanding?�

�Never clearer, boss.� Valdi hung up. He watched Rufus cross the street unhurriedly, in that regal and nonchalant manner of his. Now I see what you been hiding under that long coat of yours, pretty boy. Sazar sneered, getting more and more aroused as he watched the younger man�s full buttocks shifting beneath the dress fabric of his slacks as he walked. Curves like that can stop traffic. He pushed off the table, leaving a few bills for the bum to grab up. The phone buzzed again when he stepped outside.

�Valdi? Gotta make sure you got my drift about what I said earlier. I said I will still pay you. You leave my kid alone.�

�I got it, I got it boss, I won�t kill him.� Valdi hung up again, shaking his head. These Shinras are a goldmine. Well, let�s see how much your baby is worth to you, old man.

�Hey Cid, you still at that shithole warehouse of yours? Clean it up, I�m bringing in an important guest.�

Sazar hid the cellphone and flattened himself against the wall of the building, waiting. When Rufus exited the store, still angry and demonstratively drinking from a slender bottle of scotch he just procured, Sazar shadowed him until Rufus paused near a space where a gap between two tall unfinished buildings formed a pitchblack alley.

He had finished the bottle and threw it into the darkness. His car was no more than five steps away. Damn, I locked my keys inside! Sazar stepped in front of Rufus as though by mishap and forcefully pushed him away from the neon lights of the street and into the dark. His enormous red eyes glowed in the dark. Within seconds he had one of his arms wrapped around Rufus�s waist, like a greedy lover, with the other hand pressing the blade of a short curved knife to Rufus�s naval. The rebel sneered. He liked to see surprise in his victim�s eyes.

�Breath too deeply,� he whispered into Rufus�s ear, �and I�ll let your intestines out. Not a very stylish way to go, Mr. Shinra, not to mention, a very painful one. Give me both of your hands."

He placed a pair of shiny handcuffs on Rufus� wrists. �Now, let�s talk a romantic walk.� Rufus felt the barrel of large caliber gun pressing into his spine.
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