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Thanks for the memories	By : Cynthia Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1055 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Thanks for the Memories”
A Reno fan fiction
Chapter 14: “Tranquility”
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I got my birthday wish that same night, yo. Tseng invited me over to his apartment after the party and even though I told him he didn’t have to go through the trouble, he made some sushi for me and we had a small, late dinner together. Instead of the rice wine this time he served my favorite brand of beer with it. You wouldn’t think beer would go good with sushi but it did. Afterwards we sat in what he called his “tranquil room”, where he had a hot tub and a little pond with all kinds of koi fish. He told me about the different breeds and let me feed them. It’s funny how watching fish swim around can be so calming.

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“So do these guys all have their own names?” Reno asked as he sprinkled some of the fish food over the water and watched the animals nibble at it.

Tseng knelt down beside the redhead and nodded. “The big Showa there is Yoru. The smaller female beside him is Asa. Those two kohaku closest to you are Nichi and Aki and the large Asagi at the far end over there is Shirogane. Shirogane had two siblings but unfortunately, all three of them were infected with fin rot when I got them and Shirogane was the only one I was able to save.”

“Sounds like you really care about your fish,” Reno said with a little smile.

“I was raised to value life,” explained the Wutaian, “and the koi fish remind me of home. I also believe that if one chooses to have pets or children, one is obligated to care for them to the best of his or her ability.”

Reno watched the fish and thought about his superior’s words. “Yeah, I never understood people that get pets and then don’t take care of them. Ma didn’t always have the money to pay bills but she never let me go hungry and I never went a day without hearing her say she loved me. I was luckier than a lot of kids growing up in my neighborhood, yo.” He regarded the black-haired Turk thoughtfully. “So Tseng, if you respect life so much, why’d you become a Turk? I mean, no offense but the job ain’t exactly nurturing, yo.”

Tseng smiled at him, un-offended by the question because he was used to Reno’s inquisitive, open nature by now. He knew the redhead wasn’t asking to be rude and frankly, Reno’s lack of restraint when asking questions was refreshing. “All things balance out in the end, Reno. I do the job because I believe some good can come of it and I’ve found that in this life, there are both positives and negatives to most choices we make. In order to eat, we must kill. In order to reproduce, women must put themselves through substantial discomfort and risk their own health—or even their lives. To protect ourselves, we may need to resort to violence. Wars happen because men are greedy and unable to compromise with one another. If one culture doesn’t start the fight, another will. So you see, in order to reach the light we sometimes have to walk through darkness.”

Reno stared at him, feeling oddly turned-on by the Wutaian’s impressive wisdom even though he didn’t fully understand what he was saying. He thought of how he’d killed his mother’s boyfriend years ago because he felt like it was the only way to protect her. He thought of how Rufus had shot his loan shark in the head to stop him from raping him. Tseng was right; sometimes people had to do bad things to make good things happen. He thought he was beginning to understand why Tseng supported ShinRa’s war against his homeland, but it was confusing.

“That’s a little depressing, now that I think of it,” Reno murmured, pulling one knee up and resting his uninjured arm over it. “I guess I’ve always known nothing in life is free, but hearing it is a bummer, yo.” He studied Tseng’s attractively sculpted features and heaved a sigh. “So you never complained about the war with your country because you figured it was inevitable?”

Tseng grimaced slightly and lowered his eyes. “I’m going to tell you something that I’ve never told another soul, Reno. When the Wutaian war began, I considered attempting to defect from the Turks. I knew that in doing so, I would forfeit my life. As you know, once you don the uniform you belong to ShinRa and turning in a resignation simply isn’t an option. We belong to the company and the President. One day, we’ll belong completely to Rufus. That is the price of joining this organization and I accepted that long ago.

“Wutai may be conquered, but it isn’t broken. Some day my country will grow strong enough again to regain independence from ShinRa and if there’s one thing I may be thankful for, it’s that the war is over and ShinRa is helping to rebuild the damage. Wutai will survive. With that knowledge, I can sleep at night.” Tseng smiled softly again, his dark eyes content as they met Reno’s.

The redhead’s heart thudded in his chest and his mouth went dry. ~I don’t know if it’s his calmness or his complexity that does it, but Tseng always gives me these damned butterflies and I don’t know how the hell to approach him. It’s always so easy with the others but I feel like doing my usual thing would just be too…I dunno…crude for someone like him.~

Tseng sensed Reno’s hesitation and he smiled inwardly. There was something strangely satisfying in the knowledge that the normally impulsive young man was bashful around him. He reached out slowly and stroked Reno’s long ponytail with one hand. “May I?” he inquired as he gently tugged on the band holding it in place. Reno nodded and he used both hands to work the hair free of the tail. When that was accomplished, he combed his fingers through the length with one hand and slid the other hand under Reno’s chin, cupping his jaw lightly and leaning in to kiss him. He was teasing about it at first, brushing his lips back and forth over his companion’s before pressing lightly. He stroked between Reno’s lips with his tongue and they parted compliantly.

Reno returned the favor, loosening Tseng’s ponytail to free his hair. The Wutaian’s raven hair had grown a bit longer and it fell to just beneath the shoulders. It was so silken and smooth to the touch it was difficult to believe it was his real hair. Reno was able to tug the band out of it with only one hand, it slid so easily. He allowed the other man’s tongue to push into his mouth and he caressed it with his own, his breath quickening with passion and need. He moved his hand down to the collar of Tseng’s business jacket and he deftly worked the buttons open.

Tseng slowly broke the kiss and caressed Reno’s face. “Let’s have a seat on the bench, shall we?” He got to his feet and offered a hand to Reno. The redhead took it and allowed the Wutaian to help him to his feet. They walked to the long, cushioned rattan bench and had a seat next to each other. Reno started to reach out for Tseng again and hesitated, making the Wutaian smile.

~His virginal behavior toward me is as fascinating as it is puzzling. Am I so intimidating to our Kitsune?~

Whether Reno’s uncertainty was due to intimidation or respect for him, Tseng found it endearing regardless. He embraced the redhead slowly, putting one arm around his shoulders and the other around his waist. This time Reno kissed him eagerly, encouraged by the Wutaian’s initiation. Tseng barely checked a soft moan as his younger companion finally gave him a real taste of his kissing skills.

~Shiva, I wasn’t prepared for this. I knew that he was talented with his mouth but he never quite let himself go with me that night we had our first little encounter.~

Tseng wasn’t especially aggressive by nature but Reno’s darting tongue and gently sucking lips ignited fire in his veins and he kissed him harder. He started to pull the redhead’s jacket off but the sling got in the way. He broke the kiss and unfastened the sling, easing Reno’s arm out of it carefully.

“How does it feel, Reno? Can you go without it for a little while?” Tseng knew that it had been healing nicely over the past few weeks but he didn’t want to hurt his companion.

“Yeah, I do my exercises twice a day, so this should be fine,” Reno answered. “It’s just a little stiff and sore.”

Tseng removed the sling and helped him out of his jacket and shirt. “Stay here,” he murmured as he kissed the redhead, “I’ve got some muscle rub in the restroom that I’d like to apply to it.”

“You’re spoiling me, boss,” Reno said with a grin.

Tseng kissed him again and rose to his feet, leaving him alone in the tranquil room. Reno absently watched the fish swim and he took a sip of his beer. A few moments later Tseng returned, carrying a green colored bottle of oil in one hand and a blue colored bottle in the other. He sat back down beside Reno and removed the cap from the blue bottle. “Turn around, please,” he instructed. Reno straddled the bench and put his back to him and Tseng brushed his hair over his right shoulder to get it out of the way. He poured some onto his hand and Reno caught a whiff of lavender.

“I’m gonna leave here smelling like a garden,” the redhead commented with a smirk. He sighed when the Wutaian’s hands began to rub the oil into his bare shoulder and arm, massaging skillfully. It ached a little when his fingers pressed against the healing joint and tendons surrounding it, but in a good way. “Mmm,” Reno purred, relaxing and closing his eyes. Tseng leaned forward and kissed the exposed side of his neck sensually, licking and sucking at the skin as his hands eased the tension and stiffness from the joint and muscles.

Tseng kept his touch professional and firm for several minutes, until the soft sighs and groans of pleasure escaping Reno’s parted lips wore away his resolve. His oil slick palms began to explore other areas of the redhead’s bare torso, gliding around the front to rub his chest and stomach. Reno turned his head and kissed him, prompting Tseng to fondle his nipples to hardness. The redhead gasped faintly and sweetly against his lips and Tseng pushed his tongue into his mouth and caressed inside.

Tseng teased the tightened buds for a few moments before sliding his hands down. He was aching to touch Reno in all of the places he’d forbidden himself from exploring before, but he was determined not to rush this encounter. He scooted closer to the redhead, until Reno’s backside was pressed between his spread thighs.

Reno laid his hands over Tseng’s thighs and stroked them as best as he could in his position. He had a bit of trouble with his left arm because he still didn’t have the elasticity back in his shoulder, but the older man didn’t seem to mind. Reno’s breath shivered against Tseng’s lips as the other Turk’s hands skimmed down beneath his belly button and lightly stroked along the waistline of his pants. It was suggestive and teasing at once, making Reno’s groin throb with anticipation and need. Tseng’s fingers traced back and forth in a butterfly-soft caress, over and over again until Reno moaned pleadingly and had to resist the temptation to grab the older man’s hand and drag it between his thighs.

Rufus used extreme stimulation tactics to get the reactions he desired and Rude was passionate and aggressive, but Tseng was subtle. Reno had no idea he had so many sensual zones on his body that weren’t around the most obvious places. The black-haired Turk’s fingertips skimmed over his flesh in a way that almost tickled, but not quite. While one hand continued to knead, and stroke beneath his belly button, the other slid around back again and caressed his back between his shoulder blades. His lips continuously brushed against Reno’s neck and lips, occasionally giving him firm kisses on the mouth. Soon, he had the redhead’s body tingling with awareness and need.

When Reno’s hands began to squeeze his thighs and he began to shift restlessly against him, Tseng knew it was time to go further. He moved the hand stroking between Reno’s shoulders around to the front and dipped the hand stroking his waistline lower. The redhead made a husky sound of gratitude in his throat as Tseng’s fingers worked to unfasten his pants. He turned his head and kissed the Wutaian hotly on the mouth, groaning faintly as the material parted and his stiffened sex was freed from the confines and stroked. Tseng deepened the kiss and fondled the other Turk’s balls with one hand while stroking his length with the other.

Reno was so hot by the time his companion began to massage the source of his desire that he almost lost it. Tseng felt his groin tightening and he gripped the base of his length to stall it. Reno moaned into his mouth and panted softly as his cock twitched in his firm grip. The near-orgasm faded and he whimpered.

“Damn, you’re a tease,” Reno gasped.

Tseng’s mouth smiled against his. “I wasn’t ready for you to finish,” he murmured between soft kisses, resuming his stroking on the throbbing shaft. “Reno, have you ever been inside of anyone before?”

The redhead went still with surprise. ~Is he serious? Wait, of course he is…Tseng isn’t the sort of guy to take just one role. Shit, what do I say? I want to but I don’t want to suck at it.~

“Kitsune?” Tseng persisted gently.

“No,” Reno answered breathlessly, “I’ve…er…I’ve never done it that way before. It’s not usually my first instinct, yo. D-do you want me to…ah hell Tseng, I don’t wanna disappoint you.”

“I sincerely doubt that you will,” Tseng was smiling with encouragement and he rubbed the tip of his companion’s erection in a way that made Reno gasp and squirm. “Have some faith in yourself. You’ve got sensual instincts I’ve never encountered before. However, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Reno. If you don’t want to—”

“I want to,” Reno interrupted a little desperately. If there was one person he could top for, Tseng was it. The role wasn’t something he usually wanted to take—not just because of inexperience but also because it felt so damned good to feel someone’s hardness driving into his body. With the Wutaian, however, it was easier to imagine trying out a seme role. Naturally curious, he wanted to know what it felt like and now someone with experience was offering him that opportunity.

“Thank Leviathan,” Tseng said with a breathless little laugh. “I wasn’t certain that you would accept.”

Reno was surprised to hear the touch of nervousness in Tseng’s voice and it made his ego flare a little to know that the other Turk wanted him that badly. “I’ll do my best to make it good for you,” the redhead promised with a kiss.

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Tseng spread out some large cushions on the floor near the koi pond and they lay down together and resumed the foreplay. Reno was determined to make the Wutaian come at least once, so he didn’t begin preparing him for the final act right away after fitting the condom over his own erection. Instead, he pushed Tseng onto his back, using the strength in his uninjured arm and the element of surprise. While Tseng looked up at him with raised eyebrows, Reno grinned and started exploring his sleek-muscled, golden-toned body.

“You’ve gotta let me enjoy the moment for a little while, yo,” stated the redhead as he ran his hands over Tseng’s chest and stomach. The Wutaian was toned and his chest was free of hair. Reno tweaked the copper nipples with his fingers until they hardened and Tseng shut his eyes and sighed with pleasure.

Reno started to stretch out on top of him but his left arm couldn’t support his weight and what was intended to be a smooth move ended up as him sprawling ungracefully over the Wutaian. “Sorry,” he grunted as he struggled to right himself and felt his face heat up.

Tseng kissed him and murmured, “You’re still healing. Make allowances for yourself, Kitsune.”

“Yeah, allowances,” Reno mumbled as he tilted so that his weight was resting on his good arm. He lowered his mouth to the other man’s chest and started kissing and licking it. He didn’t allow himself to think of his slipup, knowing that he had the foreplay skills to make up for it and letting embarrassment get to him would only make him clumsy. He used his left hand to trace the lines of Tseng’s hips while his lips caressed his chest and shoulders. Tseng murmured appreciatively when the redhead’s fingers curled around his stiffened shaft and began to stroke along the length. While he did that, he steadily scooted down Tseng’s body, kissing his smooth skin as he went.

Tseng’s lips parted as Reno’s lips reached his sex and encircled the tip. He whispered the redhead’s name huskily as he drew his cock slowly into his hot mouth.

~I knew he would be good, but this surpasses my expectations!~

Tseng reached down and combed his fingers through Reno’s bright hair as the younger Turk sucked and licked his cock. Reno was as talented at fellatio as he was at kissing. His tongue stroked firmly against the sensitive skin of the organ and his lips remained tightly sealed around the girth as he varied between deep-throating the length and teasing the tip. One hand curled around the base and worked with the strokes of his mouth, squeezing and stroking to maximize the sensations.

Within moments, Tseng was panting lightly and clutching at the cushions to avoid pulling Reno’s hair. He did his best to hold still for the redhead but he couldn’t resist thrusting his hips a little. He looked down at his companion’s bobbing head and watched his cock sliding in and out of his mouth. “Reno,” he panted, clenching his jaw as the sensations grew to an unbearable level. “I can’t last.” He didn’t want to come in the redhead’s mouth without a warning, knowing that some people couldn’t bear the taste and texture of semen.

Reno didn’t slow or stop. He stroked Tseng’s belly in a circular motion with one hand to silently encourage him and he felt the cock he was sucking on hardening further. Tseng gasped a breathy moan and Reno relaxed his throat and took him all the way in, swallowing as the organ began to spasm. Tseng came down his throat and Reno took the warm gush easily, gulping and sucking until it finished and the black-haired man lay spent and gasping. He released the softening cock from his mouth and sat up, grinning with pride at the sensual look of passion on Tseng’s sweating face.

“I guess this other oil you brought is the lube, right?” Reno inquired as he lifted the other bottle of oil Tseng and brought in with him.

Tseng nodded, still too breathless from his release to answer properly.

Reno’s erection throbbed with eager lust within its protective rubber sheath. He uncorked the bottle and sniffed curiously at it, detecting a hint of rose scent. “Hmm, smells good, boss. I guess I don’t mind smelling like pot pourii. Did you make this stuff yourself?”

Again, Tseng nodded. He’d finally caught his breath enough to speak. “It isn’t very difficult.”

Reno poured some into the palm of his left hand and set the bottle down as he reached between his companion’s parted thighs and slicked the oil over his sphincter. “Everything about you is exotic,” he said in a husky voice as he rubbed the slippery fluid over Tseng’s entrance. He gently slipped a finger in, familiar enough with this part of the act. Reno had a stronger than average sex drive and often when staying the night with Rufus or Rude, he’d wake up horny and get himself ready, then stroke them to hardness and climb onto them to give them a very pleasant wake-up call. Of course, he’d gotten consent to do that sort of thing from both of them before he began jumping them in their sleep.

He started with just the one finger, thrusting forward and back inside of Tseng’s body until he felt him relax around him enough for more. The Wutaian reached down and caressed Reno’s thighs as he prepared him, groaning softly in encouragement as the other man’s middle finger joined the first one and stretched him. He shivered when the digits found his prostate and pressed against it rhythmically. Reno was studying him with practiced, sea-green eyes, watching his reactions carefully as he prepared him and knowing from his own experiences that rushing things could cause pain.

Tseng looked up at his companion and marveled at how sensual he looked. Reno could claim he didn’t know what he was doing all he liked, but as far as the Wutaian was concerned, the way he looked and acted told a different story. The long, blue-green eyes were intense and heavy-lidded on him as the redhead’s skillful ministrations eased his body into accepting the penetration and made his groin stir again with arousal. Tseng moaned and bucked a little when Reno’s massage of his inner gland made his pelvic area throb with sensation.

“You like that, don’t you?” Reno purred, rubbing and pressing the spot mercilessly.

“Reno,” Tseng panted, his dark lashes fluttering as his eyes closed with bliss. His cock stiffened further, until it was fully erect. It only took a few more moments for it to begin dribbling precum and Tseng tossed his head and moaned with need.

“Damn,” Reno groaned. He knew Tseng had both uke and seme dispositions but this was the first time he’d seen him fall into the former of the roles completely. Being the aggressive uke that he was, Reno felt a stir of primal lust throb in his veins at Tseng’s responses to his foreplay. It made it much easier to imagine topping him. He added a third finger and thrust with firm, deep strokes. Tseng groaned his name again and Reno bent down and sucked the cap of his dripping cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and swallowing the salty beads of moisture that had formed on it. The shaken moan that burst from Tseng’s mouth in response warned him that the other man was close to another orgasm, so he kept the oral stimulation short. He wanted to see if he could get Tseng off by the thrusts of his cock alone.

“I think you’re just about read for me, baby,” Reno observed as he released Tseng’s sex from his mouth and pulled his fingers out of him. He stretched out on top of the black-haired man and again found himself facing a clumsy dilemma as his left arm gave under his weight. “Shit,” he muttered in frustration.

“Perhaps a different position, for now?” Tseng suggested.

“Good idea,” Reno grunted as he rolled off of the Wutaian and sat up. He started to suggest that Tseng get on his hands and knees, but doggy-style just didn’t seem right for his first time with the elegant man. He smiled as he considered his options and thought of his favorite positions. He’d be less likely to screw up if Tseng were riding him. It would enable the other man to have more control over the thrusts and it would also give Reno a chance to learn how to pump his hips right. “Wanna ride me, boss?” He suggested.

“Absolutely,” Tseng agreed with a look of hot desire.

Reno could relate to the conflict of wanting to top even while bottoming. Hell, he did it all the time. He grinned as he and Tseng switched positions and the Wutaian guided him onto his back.

“What’s so amusing, Kitsune?” Tseng inquired with a smile.

“I just realized something,” Reno said as he relaxed and raised his right arm to put his hand under his head. “This is going to be my first time to do it this way, so technically you’re popping my cherry a second time, yo.”

“Indeed,” Tseng answered thoughtfully, intrigued with the concept and aroused by it at the same time. “It will be an honor to be your first, Reno.” He gracefully straddled the reclining redhead and placed his palms flat on his chest as he bent to kiss him. Reno’s fingers slid into his hair and the redhead returned the kiss passionately, his erection throbbing against Tseng’s inner thigh. Reno struggled into a sitting position, embracing the raven-haired man as they kissed. It seemed his ability to be passive only went so far, but Tseng certainly didn’t mind.

“Am I putting too much weight on you?” the Wutaian murmured as he broke the kiss momentarily.

“It’s fine,” Reno panted. “I need you, Tseng.”

Tseng obliged him, no less eager himself for the intimate joining of their bodies. He lifted up and grasped Reno’s erection, positioning it until he felt it pressing against his entrance. He put his arms around the redhead’s waist and eased down onto him, biting his lip as the head breached him. Once that part was inside of him he relaxed and sank down the rest of the way, murmuring Reno’s name breathlessly.

Reno closed his eyes and groaned at the feeling of Tseng’s body squeezing him. “Oh…fuck,” he rasped, pushing his hips upward to drive it in deep. Tseng gasped and Reno kissed him to muffle the moan that followed. He let his hands slide down the other man’s ribcage to his waist, then to his hips. He held onto them and thrust again as Tseng rocked. He no longer cared about offending the Director with his swearing; he was too caught up in the moment and his lust to watch his mouth. It took a few minutes for him to adjust his movements and get in synch with Tseng, but once he did he let himself go a little. He dragged his lips down Tseng’s jaw and neck, kissing the smooth skin as he gasped and grunted with pleasure.

Reno retained enough logic to consider the best angle to thrust at, quickly going over his knowledge of male anatomy as he grasped Tseng’s hips and shifted beneath him. He knew he got it right when the Wutaian moaned shakenly and held him tightly. He smiled against Tseng’s chest and took his left nipple between his lips to tease it with his tongue. His companion groaned his name and rocked harder against him and he obliged the silent plea and bucked firmly, driving his cock in deep at the angle that provided the most pleasure. Tseng hollered sharply and Reno released his nipple to look up at him uncertainly, wondering if he’d hurt him.

“How’s that?” Reno panted.

“Fantastic,” answered the raven-haired Turk in a ragged voice. He cupped Reno’s face and kissed him deeply, undulating steadily on top of him. The redhead’s steady, firm thrusts made him moan uncontrollably and he broke the kiss to gasp, “Reno, you feel amazing inside of me.”

“Yo, careful with…the compliments,” Reno laughed breathlessly, “I’m already vain as it is.”

Tseng smiled and kissed him again.

~No wonder Rufus is so enamored with him. He told me I would have to experience him myself to understand and he was right. Not only is he sensual and skilled; he’s warm and very generous with his lovemaking. His sense of humor and frankness also make him easy to approach. I dare say I’m falling for him as well.~

“Ah, Kitsune,” Tseng sighed against Reno’s mouth, getting closer to his climax with every pelvic thrust. Reno was evidently getting close too. His moans were growing louder and more frequent and his fair features were flushed and damp with perspiration.

“Oh…oh shit, Tseng,” the redhead gasped, “H-hold still a minute baby…I can’t…I can’t hold it…oh Gaia, wait!”

Tseng refused to wait, for his orgasm was surfacing too and he wanted his companion to feel him clenching around him and lose control. He moved faster and held Reno’s head still for a hard, deep kiss as the blissful spasms began. His cock pulsed, spurting his creamy seed against Reno’s stomach and he felt his ass clench hard around the stiff organ inside of him.

Reno’s breath exploded from his lips as Tseng broke the kiss and stared into his eyes. He blurted a long, trembling moan as the Wutaian’s tight passage milked him and he bucked inside of him, filling the condom with his load. He embraced Tseng tightly and pressed his cheek against his chest, trembling and gasping with ecstasy. Tseng stroked his hair and panted softly, still rocking against him.

They held each other in the afterglow, kissing and stroking one another’s bodies. After a while Reno’s shoulder started to ache again. He tried to ignore it but all of the activity he’d just done had made the joint flare with irritation. He shifted a little and gasped in pain, provoking Tseng to ease off of him and rub the shoulder with a concerned frown.

“Forgive me, Reno. Perhaps I should have left it in the sling,” said the black-haired Turk.

Reno shook his head and winced a little. “Nah, if we’d have done that I wouldn’t have had the use of both hands, yo. I wouldn’t have wanted the handicap and the pain isn’t that bad.”

Tseng continued to knead and rub his shoulder. “Nevertheless, I feel responsible. Why don’t we relax in the hot-tub for a while? The heat should help the ache.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Reno answered.

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After that we fooled around in the hot-tub for a while. Lemme tell ya, giving head underwater isn’t as easy as the movies make it out to be. I figured I’d give it a shot but to tell you the truth, I damned near drowned myself and I got water in my ears. I got the job done after coming up for air a few times but underwater oral ain’t something you can do easily without some practice. Afterward, Tseng made me lay on each side for twenty minutes with a towel under my ear to drain the water out of ‘em.

We went to bed after I got the water out of my ears and before we went to sleep, Tseng showed me he was just as good at taking the seme role as he was the uke role. He’s got a way with making it last for a long time and I was sore and spent by the time he finished. I slept like a rock, spread out on top of him. You know the saying though: all good things come to an end, yo. We had to go to work the next morning and all the sex we had the night before didn’t stop him from switching to business mode when he put on the uniform.

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Tseng reached out for the phone on his nightstand as soon as it rang, trying to get it before it woke Reno up.

“This is Tseng,” he murmured, fighting a yawn.

“Good morning, Tseng,” Rufus’s voice answered. “I trust Reno is with you?”

Tseng glanced sidelong at the sleeping redhead and smiled softly, stroking Reno’s bright hair as he stirred and murmured incoherently. “Right beside me,” the Wutaian answered in a low voice. He checked the time on his watch and realized it was almost time for his alarm to go off for him to get ready for work. “Did you have a pleasant evening, Sir?”

“I had paperwork,” Rufus sighed. “I’m sure your evening was much more enjoyable than mine.”

“I’m sure it was,” Tseng murmured.

“Well then, I’m not crude enough to ask for details but I assume it all went as you wished,” Rufus said. There was a smirk in his voice.

“It did indeed,” replied the Turk. “You were right about him, Koibito.”

“Mmmph?” Reno muttered, raising his head groggily.

“Shhh,” Tseng hushed gently, pressing a light kiss on his parted lips.

“Excellent,” Rufus said sincerely. “I won’t keep you, then. I’ll see you both at Headquarters later this morning.”

“Of course, Sir. We’ll be on time,” Tseng assured him. “Have a good morning.”

He hung up the phone and reluctantly sat up, pulling the covers off both himself and his drowsy companion. “It’s time to wake up and get ready for work, Reno.”

Reno grumbled and put a pillow over his head. Tseng sighed but he was too distracted by the sight of the young man’s fair, naked body to immediately chastise him. Forcing his arousal down, the Wutaian pulled the pillow off of Reno’s head and bent down to kiss him on the ear. He nipped the lobe just enough to sting, making Reno yelp softly.

“Up, Kitsune. We must shower, have breakfast and change into our uniforms. Of course, you’ll still be on paperwork assignments until your arm is fully healed but you still can’t be tardy.” He stroked Reno’s back and let his hand slide over the soft skin of his buttocks. The contrast between the firm globes and the silkiness of the skin was intriguing. This time Tseng couldn’t stop his body from reacting and he sighed again as he hardened. Deciding that further procrastination would result in more lovemaking and thus the two of them arriving late for work, he changed his tactics.

Reno was about to close his eyes again when he felt Tseng’s hands glide over his ribcage. At first it felt sensually nice, but then the fingers began to goose him. He yelped again and Tseng’s body was suddenly covering his, weighing him down. The Wutaian began to tickle him without pity and Reno swore and fought helpless laughter.

“No, I’ll get up…I’ll get up! You’ll make me piss myself, man!” Reno wriggled desperately beneath the Director of his department and tried not to lose control over his full bladder.

“No arguments?” Tseng insisted, “No more procrastinating?”

“Promise,” Reno wheezed, “Whatever you want, just stop!”

Tseng released him with a grin and nodded. “Good. Now go and have a shower. I hung the spare suit you brought with you last night in the main bathroom, so it’s ready for you.”

“You’re not taking a shower with me?” Reno asked with a little frown of disappointment.

Tseng gave him a regretful look. “Were I to do that, we’d accomplish precious little bathing. I’ll have my shower in the other bathroom and then we can make breakfast together.”

“I know what I want for breakfast, yo.” Reno leered at him and winked.

“Behave yourself or I’ll resume where I left off a moment ago,” Tseng was smirking but his eyes were serious.

Reno sighed. “And the boss is back. Okay, I guess I’ll just have to make due with what I got last night.” He winced a little as he got out of bed—and not just from the soreness of his arm.

Tseng allowed himself an amused chuckle. “I should think that what you got last night would be more than sufficient, given the way you’re limping.”

“Hell, you could cripple me and I’d still want more,” Reno shot over his shoulder as he left the bedroom.

Tseng admired the sight of his naked, retreating ass and he shook his head and smiled fondly.

~**************************************~

Cooking breakfast was a chore—not because he was preparing anything particularly complex, but because Reno kept distracting him. He alternated between flirting, telling jokes and gossiping until Tseng finally put him to work flipping the omelets. With his left arm secured in its sling again, the redhead was forced to concentrate more on what he was doing and he was blessedly quiet while doing so. As much as Tseng liked Reno and generally enjoyed his amusing anecdotes, he wasn’t a talkative person in the mornings and too much chatter made him nervous.

They sat down to a breakfast of omelets, miso soup, mango and orange slices. Reno had developed a fondness for the soup and he ate that first. He was hungrier than he thought and he ate with a sharp appetite. After they finished he helped Tseng wash the dishes as best he could. He thought of asking the Wutaian why he didn’t own a dishwashing machine since he could obviously afford one, but knowing him as he did, he guessed that Tseng just had an appreciation for doing some things by hand.

“Thanks for having me over and feeding me,” Reno said awkwardly as they prepared to get out the door. The damned butterflies were back—probably because the other man had dropped his casual persona and was all business again.

Tseng noticed the return of shyness and he felt bad for it. He also noticed that Reno was tugging uncomfortably at his collar and tie. With a little sigh of defeat, Tseng reached out to remove his companion’s tie.

“I’ve resolved myself to the fact that formal attire simply isn’t for you,” Tseng murmured with a soothing smile, so that Reno wouldn’t think he was angry with him. “At least, not for every day work. I can tolerate you wearing your uniform in a more casual manner while doing office duties and casual work.” He unzipped the redhead’s blazer and opened the top three buttons of his shirt. “Just try to keep a more professional, tidy appearance in settings that call for it, will you?” He finished by deftly un-tucking the white dress shirt from Reno’s pants. Pulling back, he smiled at him again and squeezed his shoulders. “Better, Kitsune?”

Reno relaxed, his earlier feelings of trepidation gone. “Yeah, boss. That’s better.”

~I’m just going to have to get used to the way he tries to separate business from pleasure.~

Knowing that Tseng would drop his casual demeanor completely once they walked out the door, Reno took advantage of the moment and cupped the back of his head, drawing his mouth to his for a searing kiss. The Wutaian paused for a moment and then returned the kiss, trading dominance back and forth with Reno until they were both breathless and sorely tempted to call in sick to spend the day in bed with each other. Tseng went so far as to push Reno against the wall and reach into the opening of his shirt. When his fingers brushed the redhead’s nipple and Reno groaned, his senses returned long enough to yank his hand out and step away.

They stared at each other for a moment, scanning each other’s bodies with needy eyes until Tseng cleared his throat and reached into his pocket for his keys. “We mustn’t be late,” he reminded Reno huskily. “The President is already searching for reasons to give the Turks a difficult time.”

Reno sighed and adjusted his crotch uncomfortably. “You really want to go out there in front of people when we’re both like this?” He pointed at Tseng’s tented slacks while he tried to get his own package shifted to a more comfortable position.

“Point taken,” Tseng muttered, also uncomfortable but too dignified to do anything about it. “Let’s give it a few moments and for Shiva’s sake, keep your distance from me.”

Reno laughed, delighted to see that Tseng could be shaken up sometimes.

~************************************~

After they arrived and clocked in, Reno went straight to his office—which wasn’t as large or extravagant as Tseng’s or Rufus’s but it had a nice view. He looked at the pile of paperwork sitting on his desk and groaned.

~Fuck, I’ll be glad when this damned arm heals and I can get back into the more interesting stuff. This paperwork is going to bore me to drink.~

The line of thought reminded him of the stash he kept in his bottom desk drawer. He almost considered having a few pulls from the flask but it was still too early for him to indulge. Maybe later on that afternoon, once he had the headache he knew he’d get once he got through some of the pile. Blowing a sigh, he sat down in his chair and got started. Rude was out doing more interesting things so he couldn’t very well call him into his office to keep him company.

“Lucky bastard,” Reno grumbled as he powered on his computer and started working.

~************************************~

While Reno was suffering through piles of documents, Tseng was doing a bit of suffering of another kind. He’d been assigned to keep an eye on Aerith Gainsborough a couple of years ago, before Rufus was given status as the VP and before Reno or Rude joined the Turks. She was the last surviving Ancient and ShinRa wanted her under careful watch until the time was right. The time for what, Tseng wasn’t certain. He believed it had something to do with legends of the Promised Land but given Hojo’s involvement, it could be related to experiments and his interest in reviving the Cetra race.

Today, Tseng went to the Sector five slums to search for Aerith in the ruined church that she spent so much time in. She wasn’t always there but he preferred to speak with her in the church over disturbing her and her adoptive mother in their home. Furthermore, he always got an odd feeling of peace when he went to the church. Fortune was with him this time. He walked through the broken double-doors and into the church to find the young woman kneeling by her flowerbed. It was a strange phenomenon, to see flowers growing under the plate at all. That they were growing from a large hole in the creaky wooden floor of the church was even stranger.

“Good morning, Aerith,” Tseng said with a small bow.

She twisted to her feet and looked at him. There were tears dripping down her cheeks and she was holding several envelopes in her hands. Tseng frowned and approached slowly, concerned. Like it or not, he’d grown fond of the girl over the time he’d spent as her Company-appointed “guardian” and were she not so young he might have considered trying to romance her.

“Aerith,” he said softly as he closed the distance. “What’s the matter?”

She wiped her eyes with one hand and sniffed, her nose slightly reddened from crying. She looked up and to the right as she tried to compose herself, her green eyes bright. “I just…I haven’t heard anything from Zack in over a month. I know his job is demanding but it’s not like him to ignore my calls. He usually text messages me or tells me he’ll call me later if he’s busy. A couple of weeks ago I got a message saying his number was out of service, so I tried to send him some letters in the mail.” She sniffed again and held out the small stack of envelopes in her hand.

Tseng looked and he saw that the topmost envelope had the words: “Return to Sender” stamped on it. He knew why Zack wasn’t responding to her but he couldn’t tell her. “Aerith,” he began, trying to think of something to say.

“I know something’s wrong,” Aerith continued, “Zack would never just abruptly cut off communication with me for no reason! You know things, Tseng. Where is he and why hasn’t he answered any of my messages or letters? Is he hurt? I know he’s not dead!”

Tseng stared at her. Zack Fair was still alive? He respected Aerith’s strange powers and he knew in his heart that she would have sensed it if he had died. That was actually his first suspicion when he found her crying—he thought she might have sensed his death. “Aerith, I honestly have no idea where Zackary Fair is,” he said. It was the truth. If he was still alive, it was possible that he was still in the mansion but it was just as likely that he’d been moved to another secret location. “He’s a member of SOLDIER, not the Turks.”

She appeared crestfallen. “But you can still find out, I know you can.” She gazed up at him with pleading, soulful eyes that made his heart ache. “Do you think I don’t know why you and the Turks are always following me? You owe me, Tseng. Please, if there’s anything you can do…” She looked away again and blinked, fighting more tears.

Tseng took her free hand in both of his and looked her in the eye. “I don’t know where he is,” he said gently, “but if I find him I’ll make certain he contacts you as soon as possible.”

She studied him searchingly for a moment and then held out the little stack of returned letters. “Take these,” she said. If you find him, please give these to him.”

Tseng released her hand to take them from her. “I will. If you like, you can keep sending him letters and forward them to me. I’ll keep them safe until he’s found or his death is confirmed. Will that help you, Aerith?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded. “Promise me.”

“I swear on all of my ancestors, I will do as you’ve asked.” He responded. It was better than a promise and she knew it.

“You never should have been a Turk,” she said softly.

He gave her a pained smile. “I hear that a lot, but alas, that is who and what I am.”

~*******************************~

Tseng started collecting these letters as months went by. I never saw who they were from or who they were addressed to. My arm healed up and everything was pretty standard for a while. We had our tight little circle in the organization and the power struggle between Rufus and his old man kept spiking. We celebrated birthdays and we got closer to each other. It’s funny, we never said we loved each other but it was pretty much a given by the time my twenty-second birthday came around, yo.

Tseng kept collecting those damned letters and he kept them in some kind of lockbox in his office and made me swear I wouldn’t tell anyone about them (I only knew about it because I came in unannounced one day and saw some of ‘em on his desk). We tried to dig up information about Zack Fair and what happened to him after they moved him to the mansion that day but the SOLDIER records were tighter than a virgin ass and we couldn’t get the clearance. Not even Rufus could find anything out. If Zack was still alive in there, Hojo had total autonomy and the only way we’d get any information would be if one of us snuck in there again—which Tseng forbade us from doing. As if I’d try to break into that place again after what happened the first time, yo.

Anyhow, time flew by and nothing else was heard or found about Genesis and that Hollander dude. We kept investigating but we never found anything. We never learned anything about Zack or that kid that was with him, either. Then one day some five years later, we got a report that some of Hojo’s specimens escaped from the ShinRa mansion basement in Nibelheim. Tseng pulled up the files and guess who those specimens were? Our missing boys, Fair and Strife. I remembered what Zack looked like but I never met the blonde guy that was with him before, so all I had to go by was a small picture on his file. I remembered the eyes, most of all. Even though the photo was small and a little blurry, his eyes stood out. I’d never seen such blue fucking eyes before, man.

That was when a selection of us were given special orders from Tseng. “Find them and bring them back alive,” he said. SOLDIER and the ShinRa army were out to hunt ‘em down like dogs because they knew too much, but our job was to try and get to ‘em first. I remembered Tseng hinting that we weren’t supposed to get involved until he said so and I remembered thinking he was up to something, yo.

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