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Tseng's Company	By : Turkaholic Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1072 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Tseng's Company
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-Epilogue
- 16
- 17
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Chapter 17
I have no idea how long we sat like that, but I can tell you one thing: despite the circumstances, that was one of the most peaceful night's sleep I'd had ever since...well, ever. When I'd been on the streets, I'd had to keep one ear open even in sleep, in case somebody caught me while I was sleeping, and when I'd joined Shinra... well let's just say I lied slightly when I said The guilt didn't get to me.
Right now, knowing we were both going to die, was amazingly the best sleep I'd had in my life. You'd expect me to be having nightmares or flashbacks or some such crap because of what had happened, right? Well I didn't. I slept peacefully and not a goddamn thing invaded my sleep as I lie there with Tseng's angst ridden head resting on me, his fucking beautiful hair wrapped around my fingers as we both slept. Well what else was there to do but sleep? I mean, we were stuck in a 10 by 10 darkroom with no windows, and only one door which was made of steel. It was plain to see we were screwed: even Tseng would have to admit it when he woke up.
That's what was going through my head as I drifted reluctantly back into consciousness. The fact that we were completely fucked. That there was no way we were getting out of this mess. Trust me, I'm not a defeatist, but I knew the fat bastard upstairs too goddamn well to think he'd leave anything to chance, especially when both prisoners were Turks. No, me and Tseng would die right here unless a miracle happened, and if we're going on previous record here, I don't think the almighty was really bothered enough about the lives of two hired assassins to work us a damn miracle.
I groaned back into consciousness, and it took me a full minute to realise something important: Tseng was no longer resting on my lap. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but I couldn't feel his hair wrapped around my fingers any more, and I couldn't hear his breathing nearby. Holy fuck, no...I thought for a second they'd come back and taken him again when I was asleep. How the hell could I live with myself if that had happened? My eyes shot open to see... Tseng, sitting across from me, arms folded and a hardened look on his face.
When my heart had finished fucking spasming on me, I grunted and sat up. God, but now I was awake, I felt even worse than before, if that was possible. I'd slept in a screwed up position against the wall and my neck ached like fuck. Plus, Tseng just looked...disgusted with me for some godforsaken reason. He was staring at me like I was a piece of scum stuck to those goddamn polished shoes of his, or translated: He was looking at me like he normally did.
I felt myself gulp. He has that effect on me but...what? What the hell had I done to deserve it now? I was just confused: The last time I'd been conscious, he'd been lying on me for comfort, letting me stroke his hair as he fell asleep like a puppy, but now? Now he was sitting right on the other side of the room, as far away from me as goddamn possible, looking at me silently like I was...a piece of shit - no, worse than that - looking at me like... I was that fucking hag Scarlet! So, had he just forgotten? Or maybe...
My heart stopped. Oh shit, was he regretting it now? Was he regretting letting me see that side of him? Or was he nervous, because of how close we'd been? I mean, Tseng was straight, yeah? So maybe he felt like we'd been too close for comfort. I took a deep breath. I recognised the look on his face: the look that said 'don't say a damn thing' but for fuck's sake! What could he do: dock my wages? Heh... I mean: we were dead soon, and the silence was worse than anything Tseng could say to me...right?
"...You okay?"
"I'm fine."
Guess I was wrong again - the ice in that tone was so much worse than any silence. I nodded manly, trying to pass it off as a casual question and leaned back against the wall. There was Tseng's barrier, right back up and unbreakable again. Yep, he was definitely regretting it now, and it made me feel so fucking low. Even lower than how I'd felt when I'd been in Rufus' office, kneeling between his legs...
That image came back to me, but I shook it right back out again. There were way way way more important things to think about right now than Rufus fuck-up Shinra. Like dying, for instance.
"Sorry."
Behold the power of Tseng's stare. I wasn't quite sure what I was apologising for exactly, or why, but I just felt like I should be apologising for something. Heh, Tseng's stare just has that effect on everyone I guess. He blinked at me and frowned.
"What are you sorry for?"
Good question.
I shrugged and looked at the ceiling resignedly. Oh well, may as well apologise for the whole goddamn lot now, it's not like there'd be many other chances, would there? I took a deep breath.
"Lemme think: for being a prick I guess. For never doing my paperwork, for fucking you off, for getting you shot up all those times, for taking cigarette breaks when I shouldn't, for bringing chicks back to the office, for-"
"Reno just stop right there."
I brought my eyes back down reluctantly to look at him. He had his eyes closed and his good hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose in exhasperation. What? What had I done? I sat there patiently, waiting to see if he'd say anything else. He sighed and eventually opened his eyes. Thankfully his stare had lost some of its sting.
"You keep talking like that, I'll have to suspend you from duty when we get back."
And he didn't say it as a joke, either. He was fucking serious: he actually still thought there was a way out of this situation. Stupid optomistic bastard, whatever they'd done to him must've knocked a few brain cells loose. I knew, even if he didn't, that this was a one way ticket baby. No way out. I laughed coldly and wiped a hand across my still tired eyes.
"You really think that's likely, Tseng?"
A moment of silence.
"Absolutely."
'You damn liar' I thought to myself. Normally, Tseng can get away with any lie and he can act...boy can he act! If he told you the sky was green, you'd take his word for it just because of the reassurance in his voice. But either because of fatigue or some other reason, he didn't quite manage it this time. His voice caught, and he couldn't maintain that stare. He knew just as well as me that we were fucked.
There was an uneasy silence where we glanced at each other, knowing that neither one of us was gonna get out of this shit alive. Eventually I spoke. If you didn't know yet: I have a fucking awful big mouth, and I hate it when nobody is talking. It stops me from thinking too much I guess, because thinking either makes me depressed, or after a while I get a headache because I'm none too smart.
"What happened to Rude?"
Tseng smirked. For once I was actually happy to see him smirking, it was better than that stare.
"His men said for only me to come out. Rude wasn't even mentioned. The Don was expecting two Turks to arrive. If you remember you were supposed to still be on the hospital wing right now?"
Tseng did the eyebrow on me. I let a lazy smile spread across my face.
"They knew one of them would be me. 'Head of the Turks' has a certain reputation in the slums..."
Yeah: The word 'Turk' was the equivalent to 'bastard spawn of the devil' down here, so I guess the word Tseng would be 'Unholy asshole King bastard spawn of the devil'. And how damn right they were sometimes.
"...so they must have thought you were the other Turk. I told Rude to report back to Shinra tower and tell Heidigger what had happened."
'Not that it will make much difference.' I thought miserably. Heidigger loved to kick the crap out of people, but he wouldn't stick his neck out for two goddamn Turks. We were expendable, replaceable. That was the whole fucking point.
"Well at least Rude got away." I sighed, and untied my ponytail. My hair was so goddamn matted through one thing and another. I realised I hadn't actually touched a comb in over a week, and on a normal day, I couldn't pass a fucking mirror without checking my hair. Tseng shifted, and I noticed he was still pretty much in pain from whatever they'd done to him. He grunted as he moved, and I had the urge to go over and help him. 'Stop acting like such a fucking prick Reno, he doesn't want your help.'
Eventually he settled down again, nearer to me this time and he looked a little more at ease. Well, at least that was something.
"Yes, Rude did get away. But only at the expense of your freedom. You should never have followed us. I mean look at you: You're a wreck."
'Well, thanks for the compliment.' I felt like saying, but I knew he was right. My back was a complete fucking mess from the pounding it had gotten in the fight, and my muscles kept spasming on me. Medically, I probably shouldn't have been anywhere but a bed right now, but Tseng was more important than my stupid insignificant health.
At first, I thought what he'd been trying to say was that it was all my faoult, and I was planning some long-winded apology to appease him with, but...the more I looked at his face, the more I realised - it was sympathy, and there was guilt in his eyes and voice, like it was all his fault or something. Shit, Tseng, why do you need to feel guilty? It was stupid prick Reno here that got you into this godawful mess, remember?
"Well..." Tseng cut me off with a loud sigh.
"Reno, I caused you to get that wound. You're one of my team, I'm responsible for you when we're out on a job."
Now *that* was a goddamn apology, as flimsily covered as it was by work. I was dumbstruck. Tseng - The Tseng, The Tseng that always finds amusement in my fuck-ups, the Tseng that has the complete and mastered ability to make me feel low as shit - was apologising to me. I didn't say a damn thing, I just stared, my mouth opening and closing like a demented goldfish as it sank in that he was actually being sincere. What the hell do I say to that? 'It's ok'? 'It wasn't your fault'? Because I knew that either reply would just make him feel patronised. Then the urge came over me...maybe I could just kiss him instead?
Oh my god, it was so fucking tempting. I even got so far as to close my eyes, but somehow I managed to stop myself from leaning in towards him. I didn't want to scare him. I needed him to be on my side right now, to be somebody to at least goddamn talk to. Thankfully he didn't wait for an answer, though I could tell from the tone of his voice that he'd wanted one.
We went back into silence. I think I offended him, but I truthfully had no idea how to answer what he said.
"Tseng."
"Mmmm?" He said warily, as I opened my eyes again.
"Talk to me."
Shit, that sounded like such a plea. But I guess it was. I didn't want to sit in fucking silence until the Don's men came back again, either for me or him. I needed to keep my mind occupied. Hell, if I actually thought about the fucking mess we were in, I'd probably have a nervous breakdown. Especially since I hadn't any nicotine for...an entire goddamn week? I couldn't normally last an hour without a cigarette. Oh god, I needed him to talk to me so badly. Replace the nicotine, Tseng. Give me some comfort...
He stared at me for a second before letting the look in his eyes soften slightly. I think he recognised the need in my face.
"What do you want me to say, Reno?"
"Whatever you want to tell me. Just talk. Tell me... tell me how you ended up in the Turks."
Any other situation, he would've beat my skinny ass to a pulp: that was the 'forbidden question'. Like saying 'what are you in for?' in a maximum security prison. People who join the Turks don't join just for the hell of it. There are always reasons, problems, demons. Rude told me his - they were pretty much the same as mine: escape from starvation, rough sleeping and Shinra Law Enforcement. But Tseng never told me or Rude anything about his past. I wanted him to tell me now, while I still had ears left to listen, and he still had a goddamn tongue to tell me. Something flashed in his eyes when he realised what I'd said. He looked sad for a second, before covering it up.
"You want to know?"
I waited. He sounded so sad suddenly, looking rather at the ceiling than me. He rested his head against the wall and sighed.
"I joined...because of the war."
Okay... now I'm confused. Tseng was Wutaian, no doubt about the fact, and yet...he'd joined Wutai's wartime enemies because of the war? I screwed up my face up trying to work it out. Tseng half smiled at me, seeing the confusion on my face.
"My mother was from Junon, my father from Wutai."
"...Oh."
"When the war started, I was driven out. They killed my mother."
"...Oh."
"So I came to Midgar, and they offered me... a chance for revenge. I took it."
"...Oh."
Shit. No wonder he kept it to himself all this time. Well, that was obviously a shortened version and he didn't want to talk about it any more. Crap, how could I have not known that before? He looked so goddamn sad, I wanted to say something to comfort him, but anything sentimental I'd've tried to say would've just come out wrong. I have a habit of talking shit when it comes to consoling people. The best I could do was another '...oh.' and a shameful glance at the floor. Tseng looked solemnly at me again.
"Don't feel sorry for me Reno. I got my revenge thanks to Shinra. This is my repayment."
So just like the rest of us, Tseng sold his soul to Shinra. I guess we aren't so different, huh? He sat forwards and stared at me.
"So you tell me your reasons."
I frowned at him as I subconsciously placed a finger on one of my scars. He'd damn well seen my personnel file! He knew!
"You already know that."
"I know what's written down on paper." he corrected sternly, and then nodded at my lifted hand. "But I know that's not the only reason... Those have something to do with it."
I bit my lip. Fuck, what the hell was with the guy and his perceptions? Why couldn't the head of the Turks be some dumb prick, instead of virtually goddamn psychic Tseng? But hey, what the hell! I was dead soon, right? Would it make much difference if I told him about them? I took a breath and closed my eyes. Fuck, I was about to recall the worst moment of my entire life - worse even than anything that had happened this past week.
"Don Corneo told them to." Okay. Fact number one over. Time to move on to number two. "Caesar, Nero, in the basement we came in by." Tseng shifted at my uneasiness, I think, but he didn't say anything. Shit, here came fact number three. "They thought I was tipping Shinra off about the bigger jobs we pulled - which I wasn't. Don Corneo thought he'd teach me a lesson. I came in that way one day, because I was meant to be keeping watch. The...lights were out. I couldn't see a fucking thing. Then I tripped over something on my way to turn the light on, and that's when they grabbed me."
I looked at Tseng to see if he was listening to me. He was, and there was a look of concentration on his face as he stared back at me. This was the hardest goddamn thing I'd ever had to explain to anyone.
"They cut my fucking face open with a pocket knife to teach me a lesson." Jesus, I was turning my own stomach with this story. Tseng tried to hide a cringe, but didn't quite manage it as well as he usually did. I decided to spare him the details of what happened, more for my own sake than his. "I just remember waking up after it was over with my face wide open. After that I just had to get the hell out of here, one way or another. Get up to the plate, away from all this shit."
There it was. He wanted to know, I told him, and what a goddamn effort it had taken. He was staring at the scars on my face as though trying to visualise what had happened. Oh fucking hell, Tseng! Just stop, leave it! He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again.
"Reno..." he said, eyes closed in confusion, "If you hate this place so much, then why in hell did you follow me and Rude?"
Oh crap. Twenty thousand Gil question right there. It's not like I could just say to him 'because of you' is it? How in the hell was I supposed to explain that away as a friendly co-worker relationship? I'd kicked down a door, broke into and hotwired my own fucking car, and come back to this godforsaken shit heap to get to him. Can you say 'Reno, you're an over-obsessed psycho'? I know Tseng could, given the right prompt. I decided, half truth was the best way to go.
"I couldn't just sit in that godawful room all day, staring out the window. I needed to do something."
Something sparked in Tseng's eyes then, as though he'd caught onto something in my voice. He leaned forward, those gorgeous but searching brown eyes flickering across my face, looking for something.
"What was so wrong about that room? And don't give me any shit about you hating hospitals, because both you and me know that isn't the reason."
"Holy fuck." I whispered to myself in shock. So he'd seen through it? My god, was I that easy to read? How long had he known there was something wrong, I wonder? The night he rang me, maybe?
I blinked back any tears that might've been brimming in my eyes, trying to maintain some kind of dignity with what I was about to say. Shit, I couldn't lie to him. He'd know, and after the shit I'd landed him in, he deserved the truth from me on this. This was going to be hard...
"Rufus..." Just saying that goddamn name made me shudder. I couldn't believe I was telling someone, least of all Tseng.
"Rufus...?" He encouraged.
Deep breath Reno, stop hyperventilating.
"...Rufus raped me in that room." I blurted. My god! It was out at last. My heart was beating wildly. What the hell would he say? I managed to look up at him. His brow was knotted and his eyes were closed, I didn't know what that meant, and I really didn't want to know.
"Oh shit." I whispered and turned away, trying to hide my face. I didn't want him to see me now, no way. I felt like fucking dirt, like that first night after Rufus all over again, only a hundred times worse, because now Tseng knew about it. I tried to blink back all th tears, but somehow one escaped and trickled down my cheek, running along the channel my scar made along my face. Oh hell, Tseng probably hated me now, for letting Rufus do it or for being a goddamn chicken. If only he'd speak...
The tear running along my cheek was suddenly wiped away by something warm and soft. My heart just stopped right then and there. It felt like lips...
My eyes shot open to see Tseng, kneeling in front of me, his lips pressed to the scar on my cheek. What! Slowly, his lips began to trail gently down my cheek, his other hand cupping my chin as he lifted my face up so that his lips were closed over mine. I didn't struggle, didn't even move. I was holding my breath and I was paralysed by the shock. Slowly he began to move his lips over mine, gently parting them and slipping his tongue in to slide along my teeth and caress the roof of my mouth. I nearly collapsed into spasms of shock right that goddamn second...
...Tseng: gorgeous, coldass Tseng was fucking kissing me!
'Oh Jesus I love you Tseng!' was what I wanted to scream, but as my entire vocabulary had just gone flying out of my brain in a shock induced whirlwind, I just whimpered into his mouth. He took it the wrong way, and broke the kiss, looking into my eyes apologetically as he backed away.
"Gods I'm sorry Reno." He whispered, not bothering to hide the nervousness in his voice. Oh fuck no, I'd waited so damn long for this, it was like a dream come true, and he wasn't getting away from it that easily. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd grabbed out for his shirt collar and dragged him back towards me, bringing him back into a kiss. No soft kiss this time though, this was pure fucking lust, and Tseng didn't object at all. If I'd had any doubts about how to approach Tseng before, that went out the window right now. I pressed his lips hard against mine as I felt his hand behind my head. That kiss was so hard and fast, and my god, I'd never felt so good kissing anyone before. No woman I'd ever seduced had made me feel this good, this right. The next thing I knew, I was undoing his shirt. Not just undoing it, but ripping it off him, wanting to just touch his dark skin, like I'd fantasised about so often. So what if the Don's men walked in on this? I didn't fucking care, and from the way Tseng was groaning into my mouth, neither did he. We'd never get another chance at this. We'd be dead soon, and this was the only consellation we had. The lust had taken control. It was all that mattered right now.
Oh. My. God. Tseng, the one I'd thought was undeniably out of my league, was groaning over me, ripping franticly at my clothes as though he'd been waiting for this as long as I had, as though he needed me as much as I needed him. I'd never thought he was capable of this kind of passion, when normally he was cold as stone. I felt dizzy, lost in the smell and touch of him as we attacked each other's mouths and clothes. Damn, but it was surreal to hear him groaning into my mouth, acting exactly the way I'd dreamed he would act. I felt my groin start to tingle as he pulled my shirt off altogether and ran his fingers over my back greedily. My god, one touch from this son of a bitch could turn me to jelly.
I suddenly realised I was groaning just as much as Tseng. My eyes were closed tight and I was beginning to run out of air. Neither of us wanted to break this kiss though. I think I'd've rather suffocated in him than let go, but eventually Tseng broke away to take in gasps of air while we ripped franticly at each others' clothes. I buried my face in his neck, determined to keep contact between us while he caught his breath. He smelled fucking gorgeous, it just smelled of...Tseng, there was no other way to describe it. I flicked out my tongue subconsciously to taste him and felt the shudder run through him afterwards with a low moan.
Both our shirts were off, lying in shreds on the floor. Tseng turned his attention to lying me down on the floor as carefully, but as quickly as he could. Neither of us could wait any longer, neither of us wanted to. I watched with fascination as all my fantasies about my boss came true before my eyes, though in the fantasies I have to say, Tseng's chest had never had quite so many black bruises over it. I forgot that though when Tseng's hand slipped down over my cock. I shoved a fist in my mouth to stifle the cry, and my back arched up off the floor. Fucking hell, I wasn't going to last much longer if things carried on this way, I wanted him too badly. I stared up at Tseng, shirtless, as I reached up and ran my hands all over the perfect chest I'd longed to touch, the chest I'd fucking drooled over. His eyes were glazed over, probably mine were too, and his lips were slightly open to let out quick pants as he worked at my belt, trying to get it off me as quick as he could.
Damn the man that invented the belt. He obviously wasn't thinking about the horny when he made it.
I was getting impatient. I needed this so fucking badly. Eventually I sat back up and pulled Tseng back into a wild kiss as he finally undid the buckle and slipped it off me. We groaned into each other's mouths, tears in my eyes through the pure need, our tongues wrapping around each other, searching deep in the short time we'd have to sense each other before the end. I'd just begun working on Tseng's button fly, panting his name as he began kissing down my chest
"Oh Jesus...Tseng..." I hissed, wrapping my shaking hands in his long black hair as he began to lick down my abdomen. I'd waited so long for this. So unbelieveably fucking long...
...And that's when we heard footsteps coming from the passage outside.
Oh shit.
We both stopped and looked at each other in horror, partly from the fact they'd find us like this, but mostly from the fear of who they were, and what they were coming for. Tseng kissed me again, this time, despite the pants, very gently and sadly and I realised what he was doing as the footsteps got nearer.
He was saying goodbye to me.
I blinked back the tears forming in my eyes and forced myself to half smile at him to show I understood as we both pulled our shredded shirts back on and regained control of our breathing. Crap. I gulped. This was it. Whoever was taken from this room now, probably wouldn't be coming back.
Shit, and I hadn't even told him how I felt. But it was too late. We both stood up, wearing what was left of our shirts and suits as there was the sound of keys being turned, and the door opened, blinding both of us temporarily with the electric light.
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