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Taking Care of Business	By : Turkaholic Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1121 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 14

Tseng might be icier than the northern glaciers during a normal day. Sometimes it was hard to work out if he was even goddamn human and not just some emotionless paperwork machine, but if there's one thing that can convince me he's not just some soulless demon with a penchant for suits, violence and intimidation, it's the way he kisses.

He pressed his lips against mine so damn softly it could've just been a fantasy of mine; and if I hadn't felt his fingers squeezing mine at the time, I woulda been half convinced I was dreaming. The pounding in my head faded into the background, all the damn stress of the past day and a half faded away. How the hell did he do it? Tseng's kisses always seemed so damn warm, considering the cold bastard they came from, and they always seemed to give this pushover of a Turk temporary amnesia.

Tseng loosened his grip on my fingers and slid them up my arm to my neck, making me practically purr. I just dragged my hands across his chest, feeling the muscles ripple under my touch. The guy has a nice chest, ok? I just wish I got to touch the damn thing more often, and not just brush past it... er 'accidentally' during work hours.

After a moment, Tseng pulled back from the kiss reluctantly, his eyes lidded a little and his hand still stroking the base of my neck. As usual, my body decided that it was gonna take it upon itself to react, whether I damn well liked it or not - I tilted my head forward to give him better access, my fingers clinging to his chest like there was a damn magnet in there, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I should still go." He said quietly. "This was dangerous."

I growled, unable to form a sentence. I was too busy being turned into jello by Tseng's fingers. I felt his shoulders shake in a silent laugh. I didn't know whether to punch the bastard or laugh with him.

"Mmm... look, what damn difference does it make now you're here?" I managed to mutter thickly, between purrs. "Stay. Get your ass back into bed."

I didn't want the guy to leave. He was obviously feeling stressed and shitty, and today hadn't exactly been a trip to the Gold Saucer for me either. Me and Tseng don't have a lot of shit to give us comfort - no families, no friends. Well, apart from Rude, and he didn't really count, since talking to him was about as useful as talking to a goldfish. Tseng was about the only thing I had going for me, and I was always pretty sure it was the same for him. Even if we did argue like an old married couple, even if sometimes I thought about setting fire to the bastard and dancing round him, dammit... he was my comfort.

Not that I would ever tell the asshole.

Tseng stayed silent, still sat on the edge of the bed. I wondered what the hell was going through his mind. Through my lidded, still a little blurred eyes, all I could made out was the back of the guy's head, which actually, was probably about as expressive as the front. I decided to push a little. It wasn't exactly my idea of a great night to kneel over the bastard all night. "Tseng, d'you have any intention of taking a knife to my face?"

I wondered for a second if I'd put my hugeass foot in my hugeass mouth again. He sat up straight, looking ready to stand up. I clung like a leech to his chest, just in case.

"...No."

"Good. The scars I got are sexy, but any more and you'll ruin my beautiful face."

"Bighead." He growled, but I knew I could relax now - there was humour in that purring Wutaian accent now. I grinned tiredly.

"So would you be, if you were anywhere near as sexy as me."

Tseng dropped his hand from my neck much to my damn disappointment, and slid round on the bed, facing me. I just grinned wider as Tseng raised an eyebrow defiantly. "So you don't find me sexy, Reno?" He purred, and then the bastard licked his lips slowly. I tried not to react, even if what was a little further down did.

I shrugged. "I didn't say that, I just said you were nowhere near as sexy as me. Not that you're not good looking, boss. I mean... you're Okay, but..."

Tseng's eyes had been narrowing more and more through the whole speech until they were nearly fucking slits. I felt that familiar rush of excitement, adrenaline and good old mortal danger as I trailed off. Teasing Tseng could end in one of two ways - sex or death.

Hell, maybe both.

He leaned in, pressing his chest against mine, his eyes still narrowed as he rested his forehead against me. I carried on grinning so hard I swear my face was gonna fall off, knowing just how damn much it was pissing him off.

"Hmm..." He purred. I felt his hands slip round me, pulling me closer. "I suppose you're right. You are sexier than me." The next thing I knew, Tseng had leaned to the side, brushed his dark cheek against mine, and started brushing his lips against my ear. "...You know what would make you even sexier?"

Now, you should know by now that my brain and my body hate each other with a fucking passion. They hate each other so damn much that they ignore each other and do whatever the hell feels good at the time. Which is why, even though my brain was screaming with warning sirens and flashing red danger signs, my body pretty much said 'screw it', stuck its middle finger up at my brain and leaned in to those lips. I heard myself let out a breath, felt myself slide my fingers up his back and pull him closer. "Don't... tell me you're into leather or something?" I slurred stupidly, not really paying attention to what was coming out of my mouth. "I don't think I got the figure for kinky boots."

I felt Tseng smirk against my ear.

"No, nothing like that. What would make you really sexy..." His fingers traced slowly downwards, over my ribs, my sides, down towards my hips. I was grinning so wide now it fucking hurt, "...Is if you stopped thinking with your dick. Before I cut it off."

Tseng then proceeded to push me back onto the bed by the hips, a triumphant smirk on his face as he tossed the sheet on top of me.

And they say romance is dead.

I flailed with the sheet for a second, in the most un-sexy damn way possible, trying to remember how my legs and arms actually worked after giving in to the seduction. Crap, why did Tseng always win at these games? Couldn't he just throw me a bone once in a while? And yeah, I mean the word bone literally...

"Bastard." I growled, though to be honest I had half a bedsheet smothering my face at the time, not sure how intimidating that one came out.

When I finally escaped from the apparently fool-proof jail that was the bedsheet, Tseng was still standing over me with that smirk, just watching me struggle.

I tossed the balled up sheet at the smug bastard. It missed by at least two feet. Smooth, Reno. Real smooth.

Tseng glanced down at the missile slowly, and then back at me with an eyebrow raised, unimpressed.

"I should demote you." He said evenly, as though we were just sitting in his office, talking about a mission. "You're meant to be a sharpshooter, Reno. That was terrible."

"Screw you, I've got concussion." I snapped, turning over, having a goddamn tantrum like a four year old. Yup, that's me - Mister Maturity. No wonder I was second in command. My intellect was obviously fucking awesome.

I lay there scowling to myself. Seriously, my sex drive has a mind of its own, and it gets pissed off when it doesn't get its own way. I was prepared to lie there, naked, coverless, brooding on how easily Tseng had tricked me for the rest of the damn night. Never mind the attempted disembowelling I'd experienced up close and personal just an hour or so back - being denied sex by Tseng was more important.

A few seconds passed before I felt the bed move under the dickhead's weight. I heard him sigh tiredly behind me and lie down. I could feel the heat from his body, just a few inches away, and It took all my mental strength not to back up a little, just for the touch of his skin. In the end though, I didn't have to.

It took a few seconds, but I felt Tseng move again. The unscrewed sheet slid up my side, and Tseng pressed himself to my back.

We lay like that for a while. I didn't know whether I wanted to nuzzle back like the kiss ass I normally am, or just stay moody as fuck. Moody was proving a point, but it was getting kinda boring fast.

And then he leaned in to my neck and kissed it, in that totally un-Tsenglike, affectionate way.

Ugh. He just had to, didn't he?

I've always been a player - pre-Tseng, affection meant nothing, did nothing except make the girls I was with easier to get in the sack. I never knew how it worked; why the girls wanted me to do all the kissy crap beforehand; but I got it now. After twenty-plus years on this crappy planet, I finally understood why chicks liked affection so damn much.

It was... nice. Comfortable.

...And it made me act like a complete pansy-ass sissy.

I sighed in defeat. There was no way I could win this, Tseng knew that damn well. In the end I couldn't stop myself leaning back against him.

"Fuck you." I mumbled, just for good measure. He stroked my hip in reply and kissed my neck again

"Not until you've recovered." He replied. "And we'll leave the recollection of your drunken idiocy until the morning. It has been a long day."

Well at least that was one good thing. I'd been granted a reprieve from admitting I was even more of a stupid ass than he already thought. It meant I'd just die a horrible death in the morning instead. No point in worrying about that now, that was like decades away.

"...You think he wants revenge?" I asked a while later. The whole thing had been rolling around my brain in the silence. Tseng had obviously been thinking about it, too - he didn't even have to ask who I was talking about.

"...did you want revenge?"

Stupid question, I guess.

I decided to be cocky, pigheaded Reno, for Tseng's sake. "No worries, Tseng. We'll kick his ass next time round."

Tseng didn't answer. He just lay with his face buried in my neck, a hand resting on my hip, pretending - I'm pretty sure - to be asleep.
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