Sex and Politics

CHAPTER 14

Vincent glanced over at sleeping Rufus as he drove the crimson sports car out of the neon maze of the city and into the darkening woods. Rufus was smiling in his sleep. He looked really young and deceptively innocent with his disheveled blond hair falling over his eyes and his taunt flesh exposed beneath the unbuttoned silk of his black shirt. He looked like he just finished a session of hard fucking.

Feeling good about screwing my partner? Vincent was suddenly tempted to give Rufus a rude awakening by slamming on the brakes just so he can see that pretty head hit the dashboard, but he restrained himself. Petty jealousies weren’t in his repertoire of emotions, at least not until this evening. If Cid walked in on me fucking someone else, he’d punch walls and scream obscenities for years afterwards. But he expected me to allow this, to be OK with this. Was it bitterness he felt? Vincent shook his head, brooding on the golden ring that fit snugly around his finger. He believed in commitments and for years he slept with no other human being besides Cid, but Cid, well, the captain was another matter. He had to look up monogamy in the dictionary.

Vincent shifted the roaring vehicle into parking mode in front of the Shinra Residence entrance gate. I can’t be like Cid though, Vincent berated himself for the thousand deviant thoughts that came alive in his mind, I can’t go around fucking other people, can I? The dying headlights revealed the unmistakable silhouettes of Reno and Rude, waiting, EMRs in attack mode.

“Grand theft auto plus kidnappin’, that’s a heavy charge to face up, Valentine!” Reno was all purrs and devilish smiles as he appeared next to Vincent the moment he exited the vehicle.

The Turk’s slender, wiry frame pressed hard against Vincent’s chest, his hand lifting the business end of the EMR to rest right under Vincent’s chin. Reno was pure energy, he was always hot, always disheveled, and always wanting something so bad he could hardly stand still. He was restless, in the same way horny teenagers are restless, and Reno’s buzzing sexuality seriously incited Vincent’s imagination. There was no denying it, Vincent found Reno irresistibly attractive and finding himself lodged between the man’s aroused body and the car, Vincent had no choice but to admit it with his eyes. Satisfied, Reno released his hold. The Turk demonstratively licked his wet lips and winked at Vincent. “On second thought, maybe we’ll cut’ya some slack for-”

“How did he get that bloody nose?” Rude demanded, ushering Rufus out of the passenger seat. “If I find out that one of you assholes raped him….don’t deny it Valentine. He smells like sex. I’m a doctor, you know I’ll be able to tell-”

Vincent had an uneasy relationship with the bald Turk. Rude symbolized all that the Turks stood for – efficiency, brutality, and endless loyalty to Shinra Inc. Rude was a powerful and frightening man, especially when his impersonal black shades obscured his uncharacteristically kind brown eyes. He was holding half-slumbering Rufus upright as though the younger man was his sick child and in a way Vincent understood the dynamic. Rude was Rufus’s personal doctor and bodyguard since Rufus was a young teenager and the bald Turk was fiercely protective of the younger man in a paternal way. Right now Rude was ready to kill. His rock-hard muscles were shifting menacingly beneath his suit and his body language emanated pure testosterone and aggression. He was like a furious bull ready to charge.

“Take him into the house,” Rude called out to Reno, forcing half-slumbering Rufus into Reno’s arms. “I got business with Mr. Valentine here.” He flexed his enormous shoulders, cracking his fingers and adjusting his gloves. Reno hesitated. He gave his partner a toothy and blatantly sexual smile and passed Rufus back into Rude’s arms.

“You’re the medic, partner, so you should check his body for injuries,” Reno batted his eyelashes at the larger man, silently asking his partner for a favor, “while Mr. Valentine and I have a talk. You know I’m good at interrogations…”

Angry but too preoccupied to pick a fight Rude silently nodded and ushered Rufus into the darkness. Vincent watched the large man vanish into the night and when he turned his head back he found himself staring into the barrel of Reno’s gun. The redhead hated firearms, but the slums had taught him exceptional aim.

“Hope you got a good story for me, yo!” Reno’s smile was pernicious. “Boss looked like he had a crappy night and you got one hour to convince me that you and your AVALANCH shitheads weren’t the cause of his suffering, Valentine.” He clicked off the safety switch on the weapon. “Time’s running. Start talking, yo!”

Moments later Vincent found himself fighting his way through the bushes as he and Reno made their way to a set of smaller structures used as housing for the household personnel. Rufus hated having too many maids and butlers around and currently most of the little rooms remained unoccupied. Reno became more casual as the conversation progressed. He was satisfied with what he heard and he wanted to move on to other things – like testing Vincent’s romantic boundaries.