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 15
I was lying on the beach. Not those crappy pollution-filled, grey sand-covered ones outside Midgar; a proper damn beach. White sand, blue seas, y'know the ones? Like you see on the TV, when they're trying to sell rum, or penis-extension style cars. I had a glass of tequila in one hand and a cigarette in the other, grinning to myself stupidly as I watched a group of big-boobed chicks bouncing around playing volleyball.
This had to be the best fucking vacation I'd ever had.
I closed my eyes for a second, just enjoying the feeling of the damn sun, instead of the greasy green smog that covered the whole damn plate back home. I took a sip of tequila, felt it burning my throat, and then opened my eyes.
Tseng was standing in front of me, a pair of bright flowery swimming trunks on, his arms folded.
"Enjoying the view?" He growled, raising an eyebrow at me. Behind him, the chicks were now rubbing suntan lotion on each other. I grinned again and took a drag on my cig.
"Thought you were back in Midgar, boss. Y'know, doing paperwork and shit?"
"You really think I'd rather be in Midgar than right here with you?" He sat down in the sand next to me, his oiled chest glinting in the Sun invitingly. He took the tequila off me and knocked it back. "Rude can handle the paperwork for a week."
I suddenly had an image in my head of Rude sitting in Tseng's office, buried neck-deep in paperwork and scratching his bald head stupidly.
"So... you just got up and left? Geez Tseng, didn't think you had it in you."
Tseng turned to me, those fucking seductive dark eyes glimmering and smirked smuttily. looking me up and down. "Well... I don't. Yet."
The next thing I knew, Tseng had rolled over like a flash and straddled me, rubbing what was inside those damn stupid-looking shorts against my crotch. Over his shoulder, the volleyball chicks had stopped oiling each other up to watch as Tseng ground against me, dragging his fingers roughly down my chest, his hair hanging over his dark face and that smuttty smirk still lingering on his face. Damn, even if he hadn't been grinding against me, I probably still would've gone hard, just from the look on his face.
I groaned and tilted my head back, not giving a damn that the chicks on the beach were watching. In fact if I'm honest, it was kinda a turnon.
Tseng growled like a panther and dug his nails into my chest muscles, sending shivers down my spine. The next second, he'd leaned forwards and sank his teeth into my neck, sucking at it roughly. I was probably gonna end up with some serious hickies. Like I gave a fuck. He pulled away and whispered in my ear.
"This is so everybody knows you're mine, Reno."
"I ain't protesting." I answered, peering my eyes open a little. I could see the volleyball chicks coming over, apparently enjoying the show. "Like what you see, ladies?"
The blonde one grinned and knelt down in the sand next to me, then leaned in and started nibbling at my ear. A few seconds later I was covered in hands, trailing across the few parts of my body that Tseng hadn't claimed. Tseng was grinding harder, faster, panting against my neck as I went completely stiff. He groaned my name. I could feel him starting to shudder in my lap as I felt four or five other mouths latch on to my sweet spots...
Like I said: Best vacation ever.
"Get up."
I ignored that voice. It was probably beach patrol or something, not wanting an orgy happening on their turf. Fuck that, I was having the time of my life here. They could wait til I was done. Tseng was groaning my name louder and louder, his member twitching against mine...
"Get up before I drag you up."
It was Tseng's voice. I frowned in confusion.
"I'm already up." I muttered in confusion.
"So I can see."
Something landed on my face. I sat up like I'd just been struck by lightning. The beach disappeared in a flash.
Tseng was standing over me, fully dressed in that stupidly perfect blue suit and a look of pure fucking disgust on his face.
"Out of bed now. I'm not being late for you."
I groaned and lay back down, covering my tired face back up with what turned out to be one of my rare clean shirts, thinking with my overtired brain that maybe if I pretended to be dead, Tseng would leave me the hell alone, and maybe I could pick up that dream where I'd left it.
Fat chance.
"Reno, you have five seconds to vacate that bed, before I set fire to it."
I stayed where I was and whined like a damn baby. "Lemme alone, 'm dead."
"Five."
I decided the best thing was to ignore him. He had to be bluffing.
"Four."
I mean, he wouldn't really set fire to my bed, would he?
"Three."
Come on, I know the guy was a psycho bastard, but he wasn't that goddamn insane.
"Two."
...Right?
"One."
With all the grace of a drunken fish I finally rolled myself out of the bed and thudded painfully to the floor, taking the shirt with me.
Did I mention I'm not great with mornings? After a lifetime of hangovers and late nights, I'd formed a habit. That habit included keeping my curtains closed against the sunshine, and lying in bed til past midday. Unfortunately Tseng didn't seem to have the same opinion.
I heard the muffled sound of an irritated sigh up above me as I threw my arm across my face against the light. The son of a bitch had opened the curtains. I growled in frustration and punched the floor. And regretted it almost immediately as shockwaves of pain shot up my fingers.
"I'm going out to the car, Reno. If you're not ready in ten minutes, I'm coming to drag you out; dressed or not."
I heard him stomp from the room irritably and slam the front door. After a second, I finally lowered my arm.
My head still hurt this morning. Even if it was a little better, it still felt like someone had been beating my brains out with a sledgehammer. I didn't feel dizzy any more, which was at least a plus, but there was something else wrong. Something uncomfortable I just couldn't place.
Look my brain barely works when I'm wide awake, dosed up on caffiene; in the mornings I'm so damn slow I'm nearly going backwards. I'm practically braindead.
Which is why it took me until I stumbled into the shower, swearing incoherently under my breath, to realise that the thing making me so damn uncomfortable was the fucking mother and father of all hardons, threatening to take out the shower tiles if I turned around.
Ah shit. I looked furtively round to make sure Tseng hadn't sneaked back in like the devious son of a bitch he sometimes is.
Ok, I was probably gonna be a little longer than ten minutes, but I was pretty sure Tseng didn't want me catapulting my pants across the car. Hell, this thing would probably get in the way of the gearstick.
I closed my eyes, turned the shower on and smirked. Now, where the hell did I get to in that dream?
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"You're late." Tseng snapped, his eyes narrowed, staring straight ahead out of the windscreen.
I just slid into Tseng's pristene '88 model silently, trying not to make any sudden movements. Tseng the Asshole was obviously in business this morning, and by now I'd figured the best thing to do was stay as quiet as possible and wait until he'd consumed his body weight in coffee; after that he tended to be just a little easier to talk to.
Tseng turned to face me, probably expecting me to shoot my mouth off. When he didn't get a reply, he drove off towards the Tower, cars slowing down or pulling over to let us pass as soon as they saw the Shinra badge on the license plate.
One of the few perks of being a Turk - no traffic jams. Everyone was too damn scared you were gonna blow their face off.
Eventually I got bored. I'm not used to keeping my mouth shut for too long, and eventually my mouth just tends to explode with verbal diarrhea. Probably because I work with such quiet, stoic bastards. Somehow I feel like I have to make up for it by talking vast amounts of crap.
"My head still feels kind of shitty, Tseng."
Tseng sighed and sat back in his seat as another car veered dangerously out of the way. Apparently the few minutes of silence had mellowed him out a little.
"If I thought I could spare you today, I would allow you to have the day off. Unfortunately, Reno, now that we know who this Wutaian is, we have a lot of work to do. Heidigger put this on high priority. He seems to think that this group could be a lot more dangerous than he first thought."
"Yeah, I kind of worked that one out when I nearly had my brains blown out."
I thought for a second that Tseng's eyes flickered away from the road towards me for a second, but when I turned my head to look he was concentrating on the view ahead.
"You have yet to tell me what exactly happened last night."
I hesitated for a second, then as usual, chickened the hell out.
"Just a bar fight, nothing important."
"Reno..." Tseng growled warningly. Apparently my amazingly convincing lie hadn't worked.
I gritted my teeth and tensed, as though preparing myself for a punch to the chest, and then, very slowly, opened my mouth to speak.
"-what the?"
We'd arrived in the parking lot, the tower looking over and blocking out the watery sunlight like some huge deformed giant. Tseng slammed on the breaks, skidding sideways across the thankfully nearly empty parking spaces, and nearly sending us both through the damn windshield. We screeched to a halt across three empty spaces, and I was about to ask Tseng what the hell he was doing when I saw what had stopped him.
SOLDIER.
The main doors of the Tower were blocked off, completely barricaded and guarded by pompous-looking pretty boys in black uniforms, carrying guns over their shoulders like goddamn parasols. At least a dozen black vans were parked carelessly across the carpark with the word S.O.L.D.I.E.R stamped across them, and the Shinra company logo.
What the hell was going on?
"The fuck is the Brat Brigade doing here?" I growled, jumping out of the car with Tseng, leaving it parked haphazardly in the middle of the concrete.
"Enough." Tseng snapped, striding towards the doors so fast that I nearly had to fucking jog to keep up. "Be professional, Reno. Soldier provide an important service to Shinra. They're every bit as important as you or I."
Yeah right. Why did I not believe a single word that was coming out of that lying mouth of his? It sounded like he was reading it from a textbook.
Not surprising really. It wasn't a hugeass secret that SOLDIER and us hated the damn sight of each other. I'd gotten into way too many fistfights with the sons of bitches to even think about acting professional. They were just underworked, overpaid prettyboys. All brawn, no brains. They got all the easy jobs, all the praise, and all the damn glory.
Hence the nickname: The Brat Brigade.
The Turks were just the scum Shinra had dragged outta the slums because we were useful. We were overworked, underpaid, got all the hard, dirty jobs... and everybody with any damn sense avoided us like a case of Syphillis. We were the badly kept secret, the bastard sons, and every stupid fucking SOLDIER I'd ever met looked at me like I wasn't worthy of breathing the same air as him.
Which is exactly the expression this son of a bitch walking up to us was wearing - his nose so high in the air it was about to take off from his face.
"Where do you think you two are going?" The SOLDIER barked gruffly, looking us both up and down in disdain. His eyes lingered on the bloody dressing on my head, the goggles, the wrinkled suit and the half-buttoned shirt. I slouched just a little more than usual and smirked insolently, lighting up a cig. SOLDIER were always so far up their own asses about uniform I'm surprised they could breathe.
Tseng stood up straight, his hands clasped in front of him professionally and a neutral yet somehow so intimidating look on his face. "As of 10pm last night, this building still housed Shinra Inc's main headquarters." He said slowly, smoothly, with just the tiniest goddamn hint of psychotic dislike. "Has this changed in the last ten hours?"
The SOLDIER guy looked a little taken aback, but didn't stop looking at Tseng like he was dirt. "I don't see why-"
"And," Tseng said calmly, taking a step closer, "please tell me if I'm mistaken, but I recall that the Turk offices are still situated on the 69th floor... directly beneath the President's office."
Now was it just me, or was this turning into some kind of verbal pissing contest? I looked from one to the other. From a distance it mighta looked like they were just having a normal conversation, with the slouching, jackass of a redhead standing nearby, but there was some kind of verbal 'mine's bigger than yours' starting to happen here. I smirked as the soldier guy puffed out his chest like an indignant pidgeon.
"You don't have authorization to go in... sir." The last word was smothered in sarcasm. The guy sneered it, and a few of the others who had gathered to listen in started sniggering. I aint a patient man, as you might have noticed. I bristled, ready to fly at the guy and rip his face off. Sure he had muscles, but that wouldn't matter if I shoved my EMR up his ass.
Tseng though, he didn't even fucking blink. He just smiled calmly, coldly.
"Apparently neither do you."
The laughter stopped. Tseng smiled wider. "Upon who's authority are you barring entrance?"
"Mister Heidigger's. Nobody gets in this building right now without permission. Not even you."
And then the front doors slid open.
"You two! What d'you think you're doing out here?"
Heidigger came wobbling through the sliding doors, pushing bewildered SOLDIERs out the way, or punching the assholes if they didn't move fast enough. The SOLDIER guy in front of us turned and blinked, his stupid mouth open and a look of confusion on his face as Heidigger waddled towards us, looking like a ball of damn snot with a beard.
"Mister Heidigger, sir!" Said the SOLDIER, standing so far to attention it looked like someone had just shoved one of those guns up his ass, "I was just telling these... gentlemen that they have no auth-"
"Out of my way!" Heidigger roared, pushing the idiot so hard that he flew off his feet and to the floor with a grunt. Okay, so Heidigger is a bloodthirsty, abusive fat bastard with six damn chins, but hey, at least he was good for entertainment.
"Heidigger." Tseng greeted him calmly, nodding politely. Heidigger slapped him on the shoulder. Generally the fat asshole was a bastard to everyone, but for some godforsaken reason he had a soft spot for Tseng. Probably because he was the only damn person in Shinra who wasn't afraid of him. "What's happened?"
Heidigger waved his hand in the air, as if trying to swat away a swarm of flies. "Not out here! Get up to President Shinra's office and you'll get your question answered. Need to know only. Don't know what little pissants are listening."
Tseng nodded again with just a flicker of a smirk on his face as Heidigger turned and wobbled back in, punching SOLDIERS as he hurried past, apparently just for the hell of it.
The SOLDIER guy started scrambling back onto his feet, a look of confusion on his face. Tseng glanced down briefly and smiled.
"Enjoy your guard duty." He said politely, and then walked away.
As soon as the lift doors had closed, I looked at Tseng with an eyebrow raised and snorted. "You fucking hypocrite."
Tseng turned to look at me with a questioning look on his face. The lift hummed upwards. I leaned against the wall, smirking at him. "Tellin' me to be professional. What the hell was professional about that?"
Tseng raised both eyebrows at me calmly, though he did start smirking back at me.
"I think you'll find that I was extremely polite."
I snorted again. "You're a fucking hypocrite, Tseng, and you damn well know it."
The floor numbers flickered past painfully slowly. If there's one damn thing I hate about Shinra tower, it was the elevators. I swear I could ride a turtle up the damn stairs faster than these stupid things. No wait, I think I could probably climb the building using only my lips, and reach the top faster than this.
I yawned after a few minutes and gave up looking at the view, taking a glance at Tseng. He was staring at the wall thoughtfully, obviously doing some of that deep thought stuff that I found so hard.
"You think this is gonna be big trouble?"
Tseng blinked, as if only just remembering I was there with him. "...possibly."
Yeah. Thanks for the great conversation, Tseng. Not like I'm bored or anything.
"Tseng?"
"Hmmm?"
"Talk to me?"
His lip twitched upwards in acknowledgement and he turned to look at me.
"What would you like me to talk about, Reno?"
I opened my mouth... and then shut it again. Considering all the shit that had happened recently, and all the things that we could possibly discuss, I suddenly couldn't think of a damn thing to say, besides talking dirty to him, but then again, dirty talk was kinda banned during work hours.
Tseng smirked knowingly. "How's your head?"
I tensed. I practically saw the cogs turning in the guy's head, and I could sense he was trying to back me into a corner about what had happened last night. I tried to shrug it off.
"Absolutely fucking fine, boss. It was only a scratch."
Tseng's eyes narrowed just slightly. I decided to look incredibly interested in the smog-covered cityscape out the window, that I'd seen thousands of damn times before.
"Reno."
Ugh. That was his warning tone. Why did the bastard have to be so perceptive. You have any idea how annoying it is when your boss (and your lover) has a fucking built-in lie detector?
"Look, the fatass seemed pretty serious down there. Let's just concentrate on the job, huh?"
Okay, now he was really suspicious. And I felt like I was gonna vomit at the words that had just come outta my mouth. Nonetheless, Tseng turned back to staring at the wall like a statue, probably thinking about what torture to put me through until I blabbed.
After what felt like a decade, the lift shuddered to a halt on the top floor and we stepped out.
It was chaos.
SOLDIER were everywhere. And I ain't talking about the entitled pretty-boy wannabes here, I'm talking about First Class, with muscles bigger than their damn heads, bulging in their tanktops like some of the chicks I'd picked up in my most drunken nights out. Heidigger was on the phone, standing in the middle of the red carpet that ran up the staircases, screaming obsenities at some poor bastard on the other end. Scarlet, Palmer, Hojo, and some of the other kiss-ass executives were just milling round the chaos looking lost, but there was something - someone missing.
I took a nervous side glance at that door - the door I fucking shuddered to walk past, and my eyes widened.
"Boss..."
"I see it." Tseng muttered, frowning at the door.
Rufus' door was shattered. The lock looked like someone had vented all their anger on it kung-fu style. It was hanging off it's hinges, swinging loosely, and what was inside was even worse. The desk was cleared - computer on it's side on the floor, papers strewn across the plush carpet. The window looked like it had a couple of head-shaped cracks spider-webbing across it, and the chair looked like it had been ripped to shreds by someone with serious anger issues. Rufus was nowhere to be seen.
"Make sure it gets done NOW." Heidigger bellowed down the phone, then snapped it shut, cursing to himself. He turned to the guy I could only guess was head of Soldier and nodded. "The president is three minutes out. Get to the helipad and meet him." The SOLDIERS nodded and ran up the sweeping staircase, leaving just us and a few bewildered executives in the hallway.
"Sir, can you fill us in?" Tseng said calmly, but his face looked just a little paler than usual. My stomach was churning, my throat had gone dry, and my head was banging even more than before. I knew, even before Heidigger opened his fat, bushy mouth, exactly what he was gonna say, but hearing it out loud still sent me to a whole new level of hell.
"Boys, I'm putting all Turk resources on this. No other missions. The Vice President has been kidnapped."
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