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Ever get the feeling you're being watched?	By : MackyoStar Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Final Fantasy VII © SquareEnix.

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I began forcefully hitting the handset of my cordless phone against the desk, for some reason it wasn’t responding. Why is nobody around when you want them? Typical! ARGH, WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS PIECE OF CRAP?

“Sir? Hello. Are you still there?” My secretary answered abruptly, a little concerned about the constant noise I was creating. I brought the phone back up to my ear and smirked in response. “Yes, I’m still here. Well?”

“He seems to have gone out to lunch, sir.”

Using the side of my face, I rested the phone against my shoulder. Pulling back my sleeve with my now free hand, I looked at my recently acquired watch; the time was 4:15pm. “Lunch? That was over four hours ago!”

“That’s what he told me after he put the phone down, sir. He said that he was going out to lunch and he wouldn’t be available for at least another hour.”

“Unavailable? Get him back on the line right now. No, better yet, I’ll go down and see him myself.” I slammed down my phone against the desk and ran my fingers through my hair, giving off just the slightest bit of irritation. I hadn’t abused my phone in a while, it actually felt rather good. So, Heidegger’s slacking off again, eh? Well, I’d soon see to that. Rising from my seat I lunged for my coat. I’ve wanted to have words with him for a while now, this can just add to the fuel. No one pisses around on my time.

***

I tapped my foot impatiently against the elevator floor, staring at the level number displayed on the console. Why do these things always take so long? I could have walked there by now. This was becoming tiresome. I had things to do, things to say, things more important to think about. I didn’t have the time to deal with idiots today.

A slight tremor brought my thoughts back, informing me that the elevator had finally arrived at the refectory floor. At last! I promptly dismounted, looking around my surroundings. Hmm, he doesn’t seem to be in the cafeteria…very strange. Not unless, he’s eating in his office. That would conceal his actions. Of course! I stepped back into the elevator and pressed the appropriate settings. Leaning back against the wall, I crossed my arms over my chest.

You better have a good reason for ignoring me, Heidegger.

***

I made my way towards his office, not bothering with my manners, pushing past people who hadn’t bothered to get out of my way. My hand reached out for the handle, taking hold. But a voice from behind called out for me to stop. “President Shinra, you can‘t go in there. Heidegger’s having a meeting.”

“With who?” I glared as I turned, registering to the name. I hated being referred to as that – reminded me of dear old dad.

Elena blushed at my annoyed reaction and quickly averted her eyes. She went back to looking at the floor as she waited. She found my presence intimidating most of the time, never mind when I was wound up. Her discomfort around me was clearly evident; her tone had become shy and quiet when I asked her again. She didn’t look at me when she eventually spoke, her sight stayed on her feet. “Tseng, sir.. He’s in there with Tseng.”

I opened the door anyway, barging right in. Looking around the office, Elena was correct. He was here, sitting opposite Heidegger, gesturing to some documents on the desk. I just managed to catch the end of his smooth, precise tone as he finished answering to his superior, now leaning informally back in his chair. I soon caught his attention, though. He quickly shot a look over his shoulder towards me, as I suddenly slammed the door. Heidegger looked up with a face full of food, slightly startled by the noise. He coughed, turning blue, tapping forcefully at his chest with his hand. He started to show signs of breathing difficulties. My sudden appearance had caught him off guard. He was now choking on his sandwich, spraying particles from his mouth. I watched Tseng as he idly brushed his shirt, removing pieces of bread from the fabric. They were obviously surprised at my interruption.

“Oh, EXCUSE ME, Heidegger. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I stated sarcastically, slowly progressing towards the desk and coming to a halt next to a seated Tseng.

“Mr. President, what brings you here?” Heidegger wheezed after finally unblocking his windpipe.

“You, after failing to answer my calls, and why are you eating now? Lunch was over four hours ago.”

“I missed lunch, been too busy. This is the only break I’ve had all day. But as you can see, I’m also trying to organize the Turks’ schedule for tomorrow, we’ve got so much to get through and no time to do it in. Is this visit important, sir, or can it wait?”

I growled. “OF COURSE IT’S IMPORTANT! I wouldn’t be here otherwise. And judging by your unhealthy weight, Heidegger, you’d probably benefit from skipping your lunch, so put that sandwich down and listen. I’m not amused. The fact of the matter is, I needed to speak with you, and you obviously feel that the contribution to your obesity is more important than communications with me. Well, I will not tolerate is idleness or disregard. Tseng, get out. I need to continue shouting at Heidegger and my actions are not for your entertainment.”

Tseng opened his jacked and placed the papers he’d just been given inside, filling his inside pocket. He then rose to his feet and tucked in his chair, stepping away from Heidegger’s desk. He turned to me and smiled “Of course”

“Tseng, I want you back in here once the president is done. This briefing isn’t over.”

Tseng nodded respectively at Heidegger and made his way to the door, throwing me a sly smirk as he passed. My eyes watched him as he left the room, casually striding through the exit. Oh, how I loathed him sometimes.

“President Rufus?” Heidegger coughed, thrusting his half eaten lunch into an open drawer. He patted the remaining crumbs from his beard and spoke. “Rufus?”

I turned to him, his voice bringing me back. Blinking constantly, I tried to remove the image from my head. It hadn’t been Tseng’s face my narrowed eyes had been following.

***

I sat up from the bed, looking around; swiftly turning my head. I swore I’d heard something in the darkness. But what? I’d made a conscious decision about not drinking before bed, it heightened up my senses, making me alert. Just in case of any unexpected confrontations in the night. None had happened…so far. I hadn’t been sleeping well in a while; it had started to take its toll. I’d stay up most nights just trying to settle, pleading with my eyes to close. It was proving difficult. The alcohol in my system would usually knock me out completely and I’d sleep the whole night, feeling fully refreshing in the morning. With all of the things happening within the company at the moment, it really helped me to relax. Although I wasn’t sleeping as well as I was, due to my alcohol neglect, it made me feel somewhat at ease. At least now, I was prepared.

I sighed, rubbing at my tired eyes, trying to ignore the temptation. You’re not dependent on it; you don’t need it to sleep. You’re better off without it.

What was that? Quickly turning again, I jerked my head to the side. I was correct, I wasn’t imagining it. I had heard a noise. What it was, had yet to be seen. Someone was here. Sitting motionless I waited, then decided to pass it off as nothing. It was most likely the wind or something. My paranoia was probably at fault, I couldn’t seem to let it drop. I growled, feeling foolish. Why on earth was I expecting him? I’d made it perfectly clear of my feelings, told him where we stand. So stop with this nonsense already and go back to sleep. He wouldn’t come.

Lying back, my head settled down against the pillow. Pulling the covers up to my chin, I sighed, disheartened. Maybe a part of me did want him back. Maybe my subconscious was making the noises? NO! No, I didn’t. I didn’t want him anywhere near me. The further away he was the better. I didn’t want his luscious scent, long hair, perfect body or…large endowment. NO! Stop thinking about it! I bit down hard on the quilt cover, gnawing into the fabric; trying to think of something else…anything but him. Bastard, I hated him. He was constantly plaguing my thoughts. The past couple of nights it had been the same. That’s probably why I went to him. In hopes it would stop. But it didn’t, if anything…it had gotten worse.

WHY? He’s nothing special. I can have any woman I want…so why did I want him? ARGH, I didn’t. If I kept telling myself that, I might actually believe it to be true. I hated him!

That noise again, I did hear it. I’m not going insane. There is someone in here. I sat up and snarled, ignoring the fluttering sensation in my chest. “Tseng…is that you?”

No answer, just complete silence. “I know you’re there, I can hear you” My eyes trailed the darkened room as my hand reached for the lamp switch. I wasn’t imagining it…or, was I? I waited, nothing occurred, not a single movement arose. My hand retracted from the lamp and retreated back under the quilt. Maybe it was my subconscious. Maybe it was my overactive imagination. I sighed. My heart had started to beat, beat with aggressive adrenaline and need. Not only that, I found it exciting, someone sneaking around. I’d love nothing more to pounce on him and make him severely suffer, a way to remove this hostile frustration. Well, I hadn’t been sadistic…in a while.

I fell back against my pillow, too tired to rationally think. Staring up at the ceiling, my eyes eventually closed. Then the thought occurred, he wouldn’t come back…why would he? There’s nothing here for him. I told him I didn’t want him, he’d have gotten the message by now.

***

I must have dozed off as I opened my eyes, squinting in the brightness. My lamp had been switched on. Had I done that? I must have done. I reached over and flicked it off. Turning on to my side, I closed my eyes again and settled. A click was heard, and a wash of intensity hit my eyelids, making my eyes see red instead of black. It had suddenly been turned on again. I stayed still, remaining on my side; staring blankly at the wall ahead. I spoke. “I’m slightly disturbed as to how you keep gaining entry to my house, Tseng. I have a high security system that you can seem to infiltrate. It’s rather unsettling.”

“I’ve been trained well” He smirked and I felt the mattress decline under his weight as he sat down beside me.

“Indeed. Well, what do I owe this pleasure? You’re obviously not here to return my watch, you’ve already done that. So, why are you here?”

“You seemed less keen to talk at the office. I thought it’d be more appropriate here, where we’re alone. Do you want to tell me what’s going on, Rufus?”

“Would you care to elaborate, Tseng?” I smiled, turning on to my back. I could now see his face. He was glaring.

“One minute you’re dead set against this. The next you’re visiting me at home. One could get the wrong impression. Care to explain?”

I laughed, trailing my fingers teasingly up his arm. “Must I explain myself? You should be honoured. It was a one off occurrence, one that will not be repeated again. I was only doing what was done to me. Tseng - taking advantage. Although, I am slightly regretting it now, I was hoping that you’d be too drunk to remember.”

“I never exceed the limit of two glasses of alcohol per night, Rufus. I like to be constantly on my toes. So regrettably, no…I remember everything.”

I removed my fingers from his arm and scowled up to him, slightly annoyed. “That will explain your continual reluctance to let this drop.”

“Do you want to tell me where we stand? Things have become a little confusing. One minute we’re in bed together, the next, you’re denying all knowledge of my existence. Do you actually want this, or are you just enjoying being chased?”

“Aw, are you mad with me?” I taunted, hoping for a look of annoyance. Instead Tseng shook his head and smiled.

“Not at all, although, a little constancy would be appreciated.”

“Shame, that’s was what I was hoping for, to piss you off. The same way you did to me. Is that everything? Because if it is, you know where the door-” Before I had a chance to finish, I was stunned. I suddenly felt lips upon mine, he moved so fast, I didn’t even see. His tongue had now, somehow, gained entry to my mouth; slowly moving against my own…making my skin shiver and eyes widen with surprise. I pushed him away rather swiftly and glared defiantly up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Admit it. You want this just as much as I do.”

I snarled, opening my mouth to protest. As I did, his lips were back on mine. Bastard, catching me off guard, I wish he’d stop doing that. I struggled underneath him, trying to push him away. His weight was on top of me, pinning me in place. His kiss had become passionate, as he quickened up his pace. His hands had also become more active, pulling back the covers to run over my trembling skin. I did eventually push him away, as much as I hated to acknowledge the fact that I was rather enjoying myself, and as nice as it was progressing…it had to stop.

“Tseng, what the hell do you think you are doing. I thought I told you, I don’t want this!”

“Funny, it didn’t seem that way to me. I’d say you wanted more.”

I snarled and sat myself up. Glaring into his eyes, how dare he assume things for me…even if they did happened to be true. That’s not the point. “Tseng, let me make this clearer for you to understand. I don’t want this. I-don’t-like-men.”

He just smirked in relation to my words.

“TSENG, you’re not listening to me. I don’t want this to continue. How many more times must I tell you that?”

Again my mouth was caught open as I continued to yell. His hand had cupped the back of my head and brought me closer, silencing my verbal refusal. I found myself struggling again, trying to get myself free. I couldn’t take this anymore. I couldn’t deny myself, so I just gave in. Settling into the hectic rhythm I allowed it to continue; welcoming him nearer as we embraced. Fine, but it goes no further after this.

I’d missed the feel of him, all the little things he did. His rapidly rampant tongue as it took over my mouth, and the way his expert hands knew precisely where to touch, even without my guidance. He knew exactly what I wanted. He leaned further into me, knocking me back against the headboard. My hands had found his chest beneath his shirt, relishing the feel of his skin. Mmmm…wait, what am I doing? Am I insane? Again I reluctantly pulled away, pushing him slightly back. My eyes had narrowed with fury. My tone had increased with anger. “Tseng…are you trying to piss me off? If you do that again-”

He sighed and lowered his eyes, skillfully avoiding my gaze. “If it’s really what you want, Rufus, then I will not hassle you again.”

“It is, Tseng.” I said this with frustration, trying to hide the fact that it wasn’t through gritted teeth. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. My tongue was still hungry for his. My teeth had resorted to biting on it, trying to secure it down. In the long run, this was for the best. It had to end…however much I didn’t want it to. It made sense. He eventually looked up, smiling slightly; then dropped his gaze to his shirt.

“Are you going to let me go?”

I also looked down. My hands were still on his chest, still touching the taught muscles under his clothes. I quickly jerked them away, pointing towards the door. I growled. “Leave!”

“As you wish” He rose from the mattress and stared down to me, keeping his tone completely emotionless. “If I leave now, it will be for the last time...I won’t come back again.”

“Good! Then let’s hope this puts an end to this ridiculous dilemma we’ve gotten ourselves into.”

He sighed, stroking my cheek one last time with the tip of his finger. “Anything to make you happy, Rufus.” He lowered his head respectively and walked backwards to the door, keeping his eyes to the floor.

I glared silently and waited for him to leave, watching him close the door quietly behind him. I sighed to myself and sulked. How was I going to get back to sleep after that? My groin had started tingling and I was now highly aroused. Punching the lamp switch off, I lay back against the mattress and slowly closed my eyes, trying to rid my mind of him. Bastard. I’m going to have to finish myself off.

Then a loud noise occurred from downstairs, causing my eyes to open. A crashing sound…like, something breaking. It was followed by thrashes and thuds. What the fuck? OH SHIT, DARKNATION! Hurriedly, I reached for my robe, ripping it from the chair; I fell clumsily from the bed and groaned. I definitely wasn’t going to get any sleep at this rate. Not now. Oh great, looks like I’m going to have a bloody massacre to clear up. Fabulous. I lunged for the door and stumbled through, trying to feed my other arm through the sleeve. I quickly took the stairs, tying my belt in a knot. I only hope I wasn’t too late. Tseng, if you hurt her…and if she hasn’t already, then I’ll fucking kill you.

I skidded around the corner, stopping still, urging my ears to detect noise. There wasn’t any. Everything was tranquil. Shit, I wonder where they are. A crash, coming from the hall, I quickly dashed the length. Kicking the partly open door, I advanced my way through it. What the hell was he thinking, aggravating her like that. Of course she’s going to attack him; they’ve never really got on. A mass of destruction leaded the way, guiding me up the corridor. She certainly was feeling feisty tonight. Hopefully Tseng wouldn’t be in a worse state than the mess he’d made.

“DARKNATION!” I screamed as I saw her gnashing at severed skin, tugging forcefully at Tseng’s right arm. She was standing on top of him, shredding at his clothes. She turned her head to face me; pieces of blood stained navy material hanging from her mouth. I pointed to my feet and she quickly left her prey, smoothly gliding towards me, moving like a shadow. Standing to attention at my side, I knelt down and ruffled her ears, checking for any signs of injury. Happy that there wasn’t any, I turned to the heap on the floor.

“Tseng…are you dead?”

A groan was heard as he sat himself up, holding his arm in pain. I sniggered. “Well you will go sneaking around, won’t you? You’re becoming careless, that is the second time she’s caught you.”

Assessing his arm, he hissed with discomfort; fabric and flesh were clearly missing. Cradling the wounded limb, he tried to stop the bleeding. Oh dear, that does look rather painful. Rising to my feet, I walked over to meet him. Muffling my amusement with my hand, I helped him to his feet. Taking his arm, I studied it, pulling back the remains of the crimson stained material for a closer view. “It’s not that bad. But, Tseng, have you seen the state of my carpet?”

He glared, removing his arm from my grasp, completely not amused by the fact that I seemed to care more about my flooring than about him. I grinned, he was so easy to annoy.

“Come on, I’ll clean it up.” I motioned Darknation to stay and she did. Keeping a vigilant eye on Tseng; she hadn’t quite forgiven him from the last time they met. For good reason, too. What can I say? She’s a little over protective of me.

I lead Tseng into the lounge and gestured him to a chair, just as he was sitting I stopped him. “No, I don’t want blood on my white leather, sit over here instead”

He groaned, sitting on the mahogany chair I’d suggested as an alternative and stared at me with appall. What? Just because it’s you, Tseng, doesn’t mean that you get special treatment. After he was seated, I made my way towards a cabinet and opened out the doors. Exploring the contents I mused. Now, where did I put it? Ah, there you are. I removed a glowing orb from the shelf of many colours- my personal materia collection, all at master level. I kept them stacked in rows. They looked rather attractive as they flickered through the glass, simultaneously glistening in the darkness. They were rarely used anymore, so I decided to make an attractive feature of them instead. Closing the doors, I proceeded towards Tseng; his arm was savaged and sore. Ouch…it did look rather nasty. No matter, I’ll soon set it right.

I cast Cure on his arm, filling the darkened room with green. A bright light engulfed the wound and cleansed it completely. Tseng clenched his fist and released; wiggling his tingling fingers to regain the feeling. It always fascinated me. I’d seen it a million times. The way a simple piece of crystallized Mako could heal the deepest of wounds; restoring the skin back to perfect form in seconds. It might be a by-product, but still, it had its uses. And yet, I had ignorant planet loving peons hating me for it. Some people have no intelligence.

I raised an eyebrow with concern, trying to hide it from my voice. “You ok now?”

He nodded.

“Good” I got to my feet and headed towards the cabinet, replacing my materia back with the rest. I turned to Tseng and smiled. “Aww, at least let me get you a drink, to show there’s no hard feelings? She was only playing after all. I think she’s even starting to like you.”

I sniggered at his reaction, he was confused. Only seconds before I’d ordered him to leave and now I was asking him to stay. Well, he did nearly lose an arm. I’m not a complete tyrant...all the time. It’s the least I could do.

I made my way to the couch, gesturing him to follow. Convincing him to sit by my side, he sat down reluctantly next to me. Reaching to the whisky I had on the table, I poured out a drink and handed it to him. Watching him take a sip, I settled my hand over the back of the sofa and leaned myself back against the arm rest. He seemed a little apprehensive of my actions. He obviously didn’t understand my intentions. Come to think of it, neither did I? Why was I being so nice? …It’s not like me.

Tseng turned to face me. Lowering his sights, he raised an eyebrow at what he saw protruding from my robe. I noticed him staring, but said nothing; he could enjoy the view for now. It’s probably the last time he’ll ever get to see it.

Once he’d replaced his drink on the coffee table, I acted. I reached over and grabbed at his hair, causing him to fall down on top of me. Assaulting his lips, I opened my legs and wrapped them around him; locking his body in place. He was shocked, but soon got the idea and responded, shifting accordingly to position himself above. Although it didn’t look it, we both were rather comfortable in the clumsy entanglement we’d managed to form. His hand gripped at my belt, pulling forcefully, slipping beneath my now open robe. His fingers stroked along the insides, moving ever so slowly downwards towards what he’d just seen. Hmm, someone’s a little eager, aren’t they? My hands had soon regained their previous position as I tugged Tseng’s tucked shirt out from his pants. I yanked it upwards just enough for my hands to slip easily underneath. Ah, the feeling of all those tight muscles again. My lips had left his and gone in search of his neck, it was my favourite place to kiss him. I don’t know why, it just tasted so sumptuous. And that smell he had was intoxicating. I heard him moan softly as I continued to tease his throat, teeth sinking slowly into skin. His hands had comfortably cupped my ass, lifting me slightly from the sofa. Guiding me forwards, I was pulled from the arm rest. Falling flat on my back against the cushions, I loosened the grip my legs had on his waist and he gently lifted them upwards, so that they could rest contentedly against his shoulders. My robe had fallen fully open, sliding from my waist and on to the seat below. My obvious arousal had been freed and Tseng’s eyes were glued to it.

I laughed. “Tseng, are you actually going to do something with it, or are you just going to sit there and stare?” I taunted, waiting for him to respond. He began to smirk as he opened his mouth, leaning down to taste me, fingers brushing along the surface of my chest…but for some reason, he stopped. For a moment there was silence, until I impatiently interrupted by shuffling on the seat. Tseng finally looked up to my face with concern.

“…Rufus?”

I smiled, “Yes, Tseng, what’s the problem?”

“Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” I asked mockingly, but Tseng raised his hand signaling for silence. We both paused, sitting motionless, straining our ears for sound. We stared at each other in puzzlement, until Tseng spoke.

“I think…we’ve got an audience.”

We turned our heads to the side, to distinguish the noise; noticing that Darknation was stood by the sofa, viciously snarling. Her teeth were gnashing at the air as she glared greedily at Tseng, her tentacle thrashing aggressively behind her. She had set herself to attack stance, eyeing up her target. Turning back to Tseng, I sniggered. “You’d best be careful, Tseng. She might rip it off this time...from our current situation; she obviously thinks you’re causing me harm.” Tseng stayed perfectly still while I slowly removed my legs, rolling on to my side I got to my feet. Tapping my thigh with my hand, I called her. “Come Darknation, Tseng’s had enough excitement for one night. I don’t think he could take another clash with you, he’s getting old.”

With a whistle, I commanded Darknation to follow me upstairs and she did, reluctantly, staring angrily back to Tseng every so often. I don’t think she liked the idea of him being here. But, until five minutes ago, neither did I.

“Rufus?” Tseng called, slightly confused at the proceedings. I turned to him and glared. “Stay” I ordered, but to Tseng rather than Darknation. He wasn’t going anywhere, not now. We needed to talk.

I took Darknation upstairs to my bedroom and motioned her to remain. I didn’t want her to interrupt us- again. She reluctantly settled down on my bed, having finally calmed down. It’s not very often these days she gets a taste of blood. She was excited. Good girl. I won’t be too long. Closing the door I made my way back, tightening up the belt of my robe. Maybe I won’t have problems sleeping after all. Glancing over to Tseng as I reached the stairs, I noticed that he’d poured himself another drink while I was gone. He sat observing me from the sofa, still fully dressed.

“Help yourself” I commented sarcastically as I came to a stop by the sofa, arms casually crossed over my chest. He put down his glass and made some room for me, shuffling slightly back. I took a seat beside him, turning my attention to his face. Now, where were we?

His hand reached out for my thigh and began to gently stroke, disappearing beneath the material. His faced leaned in closer to mine and softly nuzzled my cheek, moisten lips began kissing my ear. I reached for his wrist and removed his hand, placing it on to his lap. I narrowed my eyes with rage. “Tseng…”

“Yes?” he whispered as his lips found my neck and his hand returned to my leg. His tongue was currently occupied with pleasuring my skin and had no intentions of contributing to conversation. I moved away from him, so my neck left his mouth; he fell slightly forwards from lack of support. He looked up to me, raising a bemused eyebrow.

“Tseng” I repeated again.

He sighed “Yes, Rufus?”

I glared at him, trying to look enraged at the fact that he was casually touching me. That’s something I don’t normally allow. Not without my permission. Oh, how I hate you. Hate how you’ve managed to invade my life and screw up my mind, making me do things completely against my views. A few weeks ago, before all this happened, I’d have carried on as normal. Treated you like everyone else…like you didn’t exist. But look at us now, you sat on my sofa, your hands all over my body, acting like you’re worthy of my acceptance. Well, you’re not. I admit, at this moment in time, I was tired, bored and completely out of my mind for allowing this to continue, but he just looked so appealing, sat there, practically offering himself to me. It would be a shame to refuse his generosity. I couldn’t help myself, the aching between my legs needed attention. Fine, but the only person allowed to do any touching would be me. I leaned into him, knocking him onto his back. My mouth had thrust over his. He struggled slightly, as I cut off his air supply. I eased up a little, allowing him to breath. His hands brushed away my robe, now exposing my back. His fingers began to gently trail the length of my spine. I shuddered. I was now lay on top of him, positioned between his legs. His unmistakable excitement was digging into mine. It’s about time that was released from the confines of his pants. My hand slid leisurely down and fingers gripped at the zip. Easing it slowly, he growled. I sniggered and pushed myself on top of it; grinding forcefully and applying pleasurable pressure. His eyes rolled back and his head receded. Sinking into the arm rest, he exhaled his satisfaction at my actions. My hand had snaked its way inside and clamped around his protruding bulge. Squeezing it forcefully he gasped. Oh, you like that, do you?

Then I realized what I was doing. What the hell was I thinking? I sat up instantly, releasing my hold. Shuffling backwards down the couch, I frowned. “Tseng, go”

“Rufus?” he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me with surprise. He then sat up straight, completely dazed.

“TSENG, I SAID GO!”

An eyebrow was raised and he remained still, wondering if I’d once again change my mind…I wouldn’t. By the ice in my eyes, he could tell I wasn’t joking and quickly climbed from the sofa. While zipping up his pants, he sighed. “Rufus...”

“Go now, Tseng, before I get highly pissed off” My eyes were on the coffee table as I reached for a drink, I closed them shortly after. I couldn’t look at him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He confusedly queried.

“Yes” I groaned.

“Very well.” Tucking his shirt back within his waistband, he headed towards the door, turning back to look at me completely composed. “It still stands, what I said before.”

I simply glared and waited for him to leave, unconcerned with what he’d declared. My eyes rapidly narrowed, before turning away.

I won’t give in again.
***

I was sat in the darkness, alone on the sofa, a half consumed drink in my hand. I’d finished off most the of the whisky from the bottle, my glass housing the little that was left. I needed to settle myself down, try to stay composed. It wasn‘t working though, my mind was elsewhere. Studying the glass I held, I brought it to my lips, knocking back the limited remains. I cringed as the last of the liquid stung my throat, placing the tumbler back against the table. The alcohol hadn’t settled anything; it had actually made it worse. It’s something I now associated with sordid sex.

Slouching lazily back, I brushed the material of my robe aside, my fingers gently tracing up my slight arousal and causing a slight shudder as I contently sighed in reply.

Would it be so bad if I allowed it to continue? It didn’t mean anything. It was just a bit of entertainment- convenience with a stranger. There was nothing wrong with that. I did it all the time with women. It didn’t change my views on them either. I still enjoyed them- still yearned for large, spongy breasts and the feeling of their wet, delicate flesh as they opened their willing legs out for me. It didn’t mean I preferred one gender over the other. I could adapt an open mind. I adored women. I didn’t, however, adore men. The thought of coarse body hair and facial stubble disgusted me. Thinking about it, how could I have possibly gone with a man in the first place? The idea now made me want to vomit.

The idle fingers that were lightly stroking had now unconsciously clenched around my throbbing manhood, squeezing firmly as they advanced steadily up the shaft.

I just needed a break from him, that’s all. I could fuck anyone I wanted. It didn’t have to be him. I’d soon find someone else… someone new to amuse me, someone more suitable to fulfil my needs. I smiled as I closed my eyes, my head tilting back, enjoying the pleasurable pressure from my vigorous, shifting hand. I panted softly while further parting my legs, catching the swollen head purposely with my thumb.

Furrowing my brow, I gritted my teeth, my muscles starting to tense through pent up frustration. I…agh~, I didn’t need him. I didn’t want his…agh~!

My other hand was supporting me as my body began to twitch, fingers tightly gripping hold of the surrounding cushions. The groans I produced were much louder than expected, with my forceful fist applying more speed. The sensitive vicinity became more accessible when I lay down on my back, hips writhing blissfully against the leather fabric. I held my breath in concentration, arching my back, imagining his expression if he was sat here now.

I gasped suddenly, opening my eyes and loudly exhaled my much needed discharge as I melted back into the seat. I stayed still for the moment, catching my breath, slowly stroking the flaccid flesh as I waited for my rapid heartbeat to settle. Glancing to my fingers as I bought them to my face, I growled, wiping the creamy substance on to the material of my robe. I narrowed my eyes in response, using my elbow to lift myself up from the sofa. Well, that was a bit of a disappointment. I didn’t expect to have to do that to myself tonight.

Rising to my feet, I stumbled back up the stairs, falling clumsily through the door to my bedroom moments later. I headed towards the bed, shedding my stained robe from by back. I threw it over a nearby chair and collapsed face first onto the mattress. The sudden motion caused Darknation to wake, her eyes flickering brightly in the darkness. Her nose began to sniff at my back, but I turned over on to my side, shooing her face away.

Just let me fucking sleep!
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