Sex and Politics | By : blackcurrants Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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CHAPTER 11
“Your choice, boss,” Valdi was purring into the receiver of his mobile phone, “I’ll give you an hour to think about it. No, I didn’t kill him, but if you want his pretty ass back in one piece and without permanent scars…Weeeell…that depends. You love you son, don’t you? Then pay up, asshole, or I’ll drink his blood for breakfast!”
Valdi hung up and winked at Rufus, whom he had pinned to the concrete wall of the warehouse. “Think he’ll call back with an offer? Let’s hope your old man earnestly changed his mind about killing you. He paid me to do it earlier, you know.”
Cid Highwind carefully observed the scene as he sucked the smoke out of his cigarette.
“A man like you,” Sazar exhaled in a hoarse voice, blowing smoke into his captive’s face and trailing one of his hands down Rufus’s throat, “the whole world on your young shoulders and a whole lotta coldness between your sheets. Men, women, they all lust after you but you always deny them. Only thing that gets you off is control and fucking with people makes you lose it.”
His grip on Rufus’s neck turned into a vicious chock-hold. “Well, I got news for you, Mr. Shinra. I am going to take that control from you, and I’ll take your honor and your daddy’s money along with it. And then…well, my folk have a tradition, you see. We eat human flesh.”
“You’re wasting your time,” Rufus hissed, “my old man won’t pay you a coin to save my life.”
“That settles it then,” Valdi laughed, “I am going to fuck you and then I am going to kill you. Hey Highwind, you got any objections to holding Mr. Shinra accountable for your dead ex-wify Shera and your folks at Rocket Town?”
“Hey, his Shinra grunts take liberties with village girls, so to hell with his honor and the asshole got no fucking problem demanding executions of other people!” Cid spat in disgust, “so NO, I got no objections to serving him some of the same. Fuck him and fuck his old man.”
“I never knew you to be so bloodthirsty,” Rufus glared at Cid Highwind.
“I fucking wasn’t, till you and your shitty enterprise started to shoot my people for nothing! No need to waste money on common people, huh? Rule the world with fear, wasn’t it your plan? Cruelty is a two-way street, you punk.”
“Forget him,” Rufus turned away from Cid in frustration, “let’s talk. You and I. Suppose I was willing to let you take control…can we forego the killing and eating part?” The rebel’s eyes widened in surprise. Rufus Shinra, about to get killed and still having the balls to attempt negotiation? This was too delightful. “What terms can you offer me?”
Sazar was deeply flattered because his methods were working. Young Shinra stopped giving orders. His voice grew softer and more cajoling than commanding. He masked it well, but he was scared. He believed Valdi was a cannibal. The kid wasn’t the type to beg of course, he had survived a dozen assassination attempts already, but he sensed that this time was different. Deeply amused, Sazar ran his hand down the younger man’s groin, massaging the bulging privates as he watched his prey. Funny how fear and arousal often go hand-in-hand.
“I don’t offer terms, Mr. Shinra. I give orders.” Sazar mockingly mimicked Rufus’s deceitfully polite tone. “And the only way I take my bitches is on their back and squirming under me, where I can see their faces. An aristocratic bitch like you I wouldn’t fuck any other way.”
The powerful rebel planted a rough kiss on Rufus’s neck and forced him away from the wall. He cocked his long-barreled pistol and rubbed Rufus’s neck with it as he uncuffed the younger man’s hands.
“Disobey me and I’ll shoot you like a rabid dog, got me? Now, let’s see what’s under those designer rags of yours!”
Rufus hesitated. He felt lightheaded and disoriented as the scotch raced through his bloodstream, obliterating his sense of control. He stole a quick glance at Cid Highwind, who was still perched on a stool and was staring back with unmasked curiosity. Valdi’s glowing eyes did frighten Rufus. The man was from a small tribe of outlaw desert nomads who subsisted on weapons smuggling and were rumored to eat human flesh. Valdi had a powerful oversized jaw and a carnivorous sneer. Rufus shuddered and begun to unbutton his shirt.
His eyes wondered about the cluttered room until they came back to captain Highwind, a muscular and energetic man he remembered well from his youth. His dick remembered him too and it twitched and stirred, just as it did when Rufus first saw Cid as a young teenager. He fantasized about the young, handsome, and daring pilot for days after the Airforce Show he attended with his father and Cid Highwind hasn’t changed one bit since that day. Rufus undressed with professionalism and composure of a stripper, never breaking eye contact with Cid. He stripped because Valdi ordered him to, but he stripped for Captain Highwind. Cid drew his eyes away, swearing under his breath and… smiling.
“Goddamn, I think I’m in love with your body!” Valdi’s laugh had a cold undertone and he sniffed at Rufus the way a hungry wolf sniffs its prey. His rough hands groped Rufus’s thighs and buttocks as he pressed the barrel of his gun into the man’s spine. “Ahh, without your tough bodyguard and your power suits you’re such an innocent baby! Young, stuffed with hormones, and well-fed. Mmmm, smell so good. Yes, good enough to eat!”
Rufus was seriously disturbed and disgusted with the man’s obvious interest in his body as a potential source of dinner. He glanced at Cid again, but the captain’s eyes were unreadable. And his drawn weapon was still pointed at Rufus’s head, so attempting to run was still a bad idea. Noticing Rufus’s intention the rebel re-handcuffed Rufus’s hands in the front. He then shoved Rufus toward the makeshift guest bed positioned in the corner of the main room, forcing the younger man onto it, spreading his legs with his knees and climbing on top. Rufus’s eyes widened in fear and his body tensed up at the sight of an enormous carving knife Valdi produced from his belt.
The rebel pinned Rufus’s arms above his head and licked the side of his face, producing an unnaturally low animal growl. Sazar liked to make love to men, but the men he romanced were gritty slum dwellers. They were bulky and foul-mouthed and rough. They smelled of work. Rufus Shinra smelled of wealth. His cologne was an intoxicating mix of spices, his rich thick hair fell through Sazar’s fingers like liquid gold. Sazar salivated at the thought of ravishing his taunt, youthful body. He wanted to own this splendid creature the way he owned his knives and his guns.
“Yes, you do taste good,” the rebel hissed, licking Rufus’s neck. “Let’s add a little spice to the mix, shall we?” Rufus squeezed his eyes shut. Valdi raised the blade up to Rufus’s neck when the phone on his massive belt begun to ring.
“What’th’fuck you doin’ with that carver, Valdi?” Cid demanded, squinting his eyes at the blade. His face was twisted with surprise and revulsion. “You fucking lost your damn mind?”
“You know what I like,” Sazar sneered at Cid. “Think of it as, serving him some of the same.”
“Answer your fucking phone, Valdi, and put that knife away. I never heard of any damn Shinra grunt eating villagers, so you can’t eat him either, alive or dead. Fucking lunatic, I thought you were kidding about that cannibalism shit!”
Valdi flipped open his phone and leaned off of Rufus, who immediately moved as far away from the man as he could get.
“Yes, your precious child is still in one piece, boss, though you almost didn’t call in time. No, I’ll let him out only when I see the cash. Leave it, I’ll pick it up.” He shook his knife at Rufus. “It’s your lucky day, asshole. Guess daddy’ll pay up after all. You watch our golden boy,” Sazar nodded at Cid. “We’ll continue when I come back as a rich man.”
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