Sex and Politics | By : blackcurrants Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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CHAPTER 18
Rufus took great pleasure from the guilty smooches his mother lavished on his checks and forehead when he pretended to be unconscious. It was good to see her again. She still looked like an hour glass wrapped in fine satin. Her cream jacket was still tailored perfectly to hold in her luxurious cleavage and her heels were still so high that she hardly felt the ground she walked on. Rufus adored his mother, a glitzy and melodramatic socialite, but he also despised her all the more for abandoning him and he felt perfectly justified in exacting revenge. He took a deep breath and let out a soft, desperate moan, fluttering his closed eyelids and parting his lips in a disturbing imitation of a death spasm.
Damn I’m good!
Rufus frowned, watching his mother run out of the room covering her mouth and shaking. Vain bitch. Three years and not one word from you and now suddenly all this emotion! He wiggled his toes with an evil smile. The wound barely even hurt anymore, but he wasn’t about to make his healing abilities public.
“You really are cold-hearted, Sir.” Tseng said accusingly as he entered the hospital suite and settled next to Rufus in bed. “Your mother thought she just watched you die! She nearly collapsed in the hallway!” Tseng shook his head in disapproval. “She really loves you. It’s cruel and distasteful to torment her like that!” Rufus narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He knew what he did was immature and mean but he couldn’t resist.
“Punish me for it then,” Rufus said defiantly and folded his arms under his head. “Lock the door and show me how evil I am!” Rufus stared at his bodyguard with his intense icy eyes. He spread his legs suggestively beneath the covers and winked at Tseng. The Turk frowned.
His own wound still gave him plenty of grief and he thought it pure madness to attempt sex so soon after such a serious injury. Surely Rufus has better sense than that? Tseng leaned in to kiss his superior’s forehead. He suddenly wanted to be gentle. I guess this must be love, Tseng thought caressing the younger man’s neck, kissing his hair and playfully closing his lips around the small silver hoop Rufus wore in his left ear. He curled Rufus’s hair around his fingers, watching the dark and light tresses slip through his fingers like liquid white gold.
“You’re still one foot in the grave and I won’t risk it,” he said, planting wet feathery kisses over Rufus’s mouth. “I love you too much.”
“Love, love,” Rufus murmured rolling his eyes, “that irritating little sentiment everyone is talking about.” He decided that he didn’t really understand love any more than the complex financial statements on his desk. But he understood pleasure, and right now he craved to relive what he felt in that dark filthy room with Captain Highwind. In other words, he wanted to fuck.
“Come on. I don’t plan to get over-exerted,” Rufus declared, frustrated with Tseng’s reluctance. He threw off the thin woolen covers to reveal his naked lower body and his obvious erection. He sat up without much effort and got on all fours. He then firmly gripped the wooden frame facing the door and demonstratively spread his legs again. “I want you to do all the work this time.” Tseng’s frown grew deeper.
“Sir?”
“I don’t like to repeat myself. I said I want you to fuck me.”
Tseng froze. Rufus Shinra was at the top of the food chain. He was aggressive, impatient, and took orders from no one. He was the alpha dog in all relationships and his willingness to allow penetration intrigued and deeply flattered Tseng. He quickly tore off his tie and released his thick black hair from its restraint. He still wanted to be gentle and gentlemanly in his caresses, but his dick was too aroused and his urge was too demanding to go slow. He climbed onto the bed with his shoes still on and he coiled his long slender fingers around Rufus’s waist as he roughly pressed his aroused privates to Rufus’s exposed ass. They rubbed against each other like mating animals for a few moments and then Rufus held up a small tube of oily substance the nurses used to lubricate the edges of his healing wound.
“The rougher you are, the bigger your year-end bonus will be,” Rufus half-growled and half-giggled leaning back to nuzzle Tseng’s neck. He was like a male leopard, slender, graceful, and deadly, and Tseng could not restrain his urge to mate with this beautiful being. He covered Rufus’s neck with bites and mounted him with a smug smile. This is better than a fucking bonus! He grabbed Rufus’s aroused cock and begun to milk it as he aggressively penetrated his lover. Fingers. I forgot the fingers to help him relax! Rufus was beyond the petty foreplay. He wanted rough sex and he forced Tseng’s cock deeper into his ass even though it hurt more than he liked.
Tseng ran his tongue down Rufus’s spine. He was still so young, and so inexperienced in the art of sex and Tseng could barely contain his cries of pleasure when his lover’s almost painfully tight ass constricted around his aching cock. They begun to move in a rapid rhythm and the bed shook with each thrust. Rufus was smiling but his lips were sealed shut.
He shifted a bit to force the last inch of Tseng’s cock into his opening. He loved the feel of Tseng inside him and ironically he felt more in control now than he did with Tseng squirming and moaning under him.
Rufus arched his back under Tseng and gripped the mahogany frame so tightly that his knuckles grew white. Sweat dripped down his forehead and he noticed that his wound was bleeding under the bandages. He felt the pain, deep within his chest, and he knew the whole idea was sheer madness, but he loved the feel of agony mixed with intense pleasure. The wave of ecstasy was coming, just like it did when Cid Highwind was fucking him up the ass for the first time. It started at the heels of his feet, ran up his calves and thighs, and pooled at the pit of his stomach. He gasped and moaned louder and louder until creamy seed begun to spill all over the immaculate white sheets as he came with such force that he nearly fainted.
A shadow entered his field of vision. Rufus looked up just in time to meet his father’s furious eyes.
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