New Life

Rufus stayed behind in the cramped office, approaching the tall bookcase, which stood at the back of the room, with two strides of his long legs. A slender hand covered with a soft white glove reached up to lightly touch the spines of the tomes on the shelf, deep blue eyes scanning the titles for the books he wanted. Cetra, Cetra, Cetra, Materia, Jenova, Holy War…honestly, didn’t the man alphabetize his books? No wonder he could never find anything. Rufus shook his head, and plucked a book titled “Modern Business and its History” form the group before turning to leave the room. He made it safely down the hall and into his own somehow neatly cluttered office, managing to escape being mauled by a certain blonde technology instructor.

He sat down at his desk with a sigh, setting the book aside for a moment to first attend to the short stack of papers placed deliberately in the center of the desk. That stack seemed to get shorter with each term. Rufus could never understand why so few people enjoyed studying economics. To him, the idea of learning how and why the populous went about solving their supply and demand needs, and why they chose one supplier over another, how the inflation rates varied from year to year depending on how much people were spending, was simply fascinating. And yet, every semester, fewer and fewer seats were filled in his classroom. If the economics enrollment rate dropped much lower, they would surely cut the program, and he would be forced to seek employment at another university, or worse, a high school. He shuddered at the thought. College students were immature at best, but to be reduced to teaching teenagers, and a required course, no less! He couldn’t, and didn’t want to imagine. He would polish his Wutaian and travel across the world to find a university there, if necessary.

But for now, he had students at Junon University. And those students had turned in papers that needed to be read and graded.

He picked up the stack, and flipped through them to get an idea of various topics. The assignment had been to identify and explain successful tactics used by an organization in the past. Suddenly, the professor’s face fell. Every single paper bore the same title: ShinRa, Inc. Little Bastards. They did it just to spite him, he knew. The students consistently mocked his name, and continually asked him if he was any relation to the original Rufus ShinRa, despite his repeated assurances that if he was, he was not aware of it. Well, these would certainly be a joy to grade. Fourteen essays on the exact same subject, and he had promised the students their papers back tomorrow. Another exciting evening in the life of a college professor.

Gloved hands almost recklessly tossed the stack away, leaving the first paper in one hand as the other dug in a drawer for a red pen. He felt sure he would be needing two or three.

The university campus was darkened by the twilight of late evening by the time Rufus made his way out of the building, graded papers tucked into his briefcase. He paused near his white Mustang to admire the soft purple light that stretched across the horizon. But it was not enough to add color to the blackened waters of the ocean, to which the tall buildings of the university stood so near. The scent of those mildly polluted waters permeated the redhead’s nostrils, half refreshing, half dank. He never quite knew what to make of the ocean. It was beautiful during the day, when the sky was clear and the wind blew the fresh air from the open water into the streets, giving the entire city a warm, salty smell. Sometimes, if you stood on the boardwalk, you could see clear to Costa del Sol.

But, he was letting his mind wander again. With a shake of his head, he drew the keys to his car from his pocket, and opened the door. His briefcase was tossed to the other side as he slid into the driver’s seat and started the car, pulling out of the parking space and heading down the road.

Sephiroth looked up from his lazy, reclined position on the couch as he heard his front door click open, and then closed again. He leaned to place the television remote on the coffee table, causing his lightly starched white shirt to fall away from his chest, as he had long ago unbuttoned it. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you?” he asked with a touch of sarcasm as he spotted the redhead entering his living room.

“Forgive me, I thought that your giving me a spare key counted as allowing me the right to roam, but apparently we aren’t at that level yet.” Rufus set his briefcase on the floor, and dropped onto the couch beside the other man.

“Oh shut up. Where the hell have you been?”

“I had to finish reading those essays. What about you? You took off awfully early.”

“I took a visit to the library…picked up a couple of good books on the Jenova experiments.”

Rufus shook his head. “I thought you were a History professor, Sephiroth? This Jenova thing is quickly becoming an obsession for you.”

“It is history!” Sephiroth insisted defensively. “The Jenova experiments played a very prominent role in the Holy War.”

“So you tell me. Repeatedly.”

“Only as often as you talk about ShinRa, Inc.”

“Well, that certainly is a prominent aspect of studying economics!”

“As Jenova is to history!”

“But you don’t talk about Jenova in your classrooms nearly as often as your do out of it.” Rufus moved closer to Sephiroth and leaned up, touching a hot kiss to the soft angle of his jaw. “Besides, I didn’t come here to argue about your strange Jenova fetishes.”

Sephiroth ticked an eyebrow, and peered down his nose at Rufus. “My fetishes?”

“Of course. Do I know all of them by now, or are you still hiding some from me?” Another kiss, closer to his ear.

“I don’t have any fetishes!”

“Liar. How often have you asked to be tied up, or to tie me up?” He lightly nipped at his earlobe.

“That’s not a fetish, that’s just playing around.”

“Uh-huh. I believe you.”

“…You really are a pain in the ass, do you know that?”

Rufus smirked. “Only in your ass, and only when you get impatient.”

“Damnit, will you just shut up so we can have sex?”

“You see? That’s exactly the sort of att—” Rufus was cut off by Sephiroth’s lips pressed tightly and suddenly to his own. He eagerly returned the younger man’s attentions, scooting closer and opening his mouth to his partner’s kiss. He was soon rewarded for this vigor by Sephiroth’s tongue touching his lips, brushing over them teasingly before forcing its way into his mouth, exploring it thoroughly despite the fact that it had done so countless times before.

Gloved hands ran over chiseled flesh, pushing aside the white shirt in their search for those sensitive nipples that he so loved to tease, and delighting in the gasp that his lover emitted when he found one. He broke away from the kiss, and trailed down to place more feverish kisses to Sephiroth’s neck, and farther, touching the hollow of his throat. His tongue left a delightfully wet line on his partner’s chest, beginning in the indent of his collarbone and leading down to one small nipple. That skilled tongue drew out a moan from his eager lover as it flicked over that erect nub, causing Rufus to internally smile.

“That’s better…I like it when you don’t argue,” Sephiroth purred, his own hand trailing down to play with the bottom of Rufus’ shirt.

“Why the hell should I argue?” Rufus murmured against the other man’s skin, trailing down lower to dip his tongue into his navel. He did not, however, abandon the man’s nipples, one hand reaching up to continue the playful teasing. “You’re the one who’s always on the bottom.”

“We can change that anytime, you know,” the silver-haired man said with a gasp, releasing a soft whimper of protest as Rufus’ shirt moved too far away to remove.

“Not a chance.” His fingers expertly unfastened the buttons on Sephiroth’s pants, quickly allowing the zipper to follow, and he smiled as his lover eagerly lifted his hips to help the removal of his clothes. Tan slacks and black boxers soon found their way to Sephiroth’s ankles as Rufus slid between the man’s knees, his hands moving to rest on the instructor’s thighs. He refused to offer his touch to the man’s aching length just yet, only breathing in short, hot pants against it, leaning down to kiss the soft silver hair just above that hardened shaft. He felt his lover shudder and let out a soft whine, but he wasn’t ready, not yet.

Sephiroth tangled long, slender fingers into the short red hair on Rufus’ head, urging his mouth closer to where the younger man desperately wanted it. A soft growl issued forth from his throat when the other man refused the encouragement, but he instantly softened as he felt that warm breath trailing up his length, felt those familiar lips barely brush the sensitive tip. His fingers knotted reflexively in the fiery tresses in another futile attempt to pull the other man closer, but he was resilient in his plan to torture him. Another brush of lips, and Sephiroth lifted his hips from the couch in his eagerness, murmuring threats in a soft rasp if the older man did not continue.

Rufus finally gave in, a placed a soft kiss to the very tip of Sephiroth’s length, enjoying the satisfied shiver it sent through the other man. His tongue flicked out over the spot he had kissed, and lower, leaving another wet trail in his wake as he reached the base, only giving light, teasing licks and kisses the entire way. He heard Sephiroth groan out a quiet plea, and decided to end his suffering. There would be plenty of other opportunities, after all. Pausing only to tickle the sensitive underside for a moment, Rufus made his way back to the tip, and gave the spot another gentle kiss before he let his mouth close on it entirely.

Sephiroth cried out in pleasant surprise, his head falling to rest against the back of the couch, his eyes lidded. A great relief washed over him as he felt the redhead’s tongue rubbing steadily now against the underside of his length, the heat of his mouth surrounding him almost too much for him to stand. He was just too damned good at that. Sephiroth shuddered as Rufus began to suck on him, viciously hard at first, then drawing back to only a light, teasing touch. His grip on the red hair loosened slightly, only to tighten again when his lover became rough. His back arched away from the couch, and he began to pant as Rufus gained speed, continuing strong on him until the history professor felt himself about to explode. He managed to grit out a warning to his lover, but, as usual, the other man didn’t let up. Sephiroth cried out, ecstasy washing over him with his orgasm, and in his dazed state he barely felt Rufus’ mouth leave him. However, he certainly felt the particularly wet kiss given to him by the older man, the slightly salty, sticky liquid pushed into his mouth with the help of Rufus’ tongue. A think trickle managed to escape, slipping down Sephiroth’s chin before he or Rufus had a chance to swallow the stickiness, but Rufus took it as an opportunity for more, and eagerly kissed away the line.

Rufus smiled as he leaned away from his lover, his expression softening at the look on Sephiroth’s face, flushed by passion, his eyes only half open, his lips parted to allow for his quiet panting. He looked so beautiful that way. It made Rufus want to take the man then and there. Which was exactly what he planned to do, of course. Without warning, he dragged Sephiroth to his feet by his shirt, nearly causing the man to trip over his own pants, but he was too deep in the afterglow of his climax to care that Rufus was dragging him into the bedroom. The redhead pushed him down onto the bed face first, wasting no time in crawling up to straddle the man’s hips. He was still fully dressed, except for the shoes and socks he had left at the door, and that fact was fast becoming painful, as certain bits of clothing had long been quite tighter than usual.

He ignored the murmur of protest the other man offered, returning it only with an order to make himself useful by retrieving the tube of lubrication and a condom. Rufus proved himself competent enough to remove his own shirt, though in his aroused, impatient state, the belt buckle presented a bit of a challenge.
Sephiroth reached out, his hand fumbling in the bedside table drawer for the items requested of him and dropping them onto the bed beside them, within Rufus’ easy reach. Noticing the prolonged lack of nakedness against his buttocks, he peeked back to Rufus, only to see the man trying to unfasten his pants with fingers that seemed numb. He managed to turn his upper half sideways, and reached back to assist his clothing-removal challenged partner, but was rewarded for his assisting nature by a sharp smack to the back of his hand. But apparently this was enough of an incentive, and as Sephiroth turned around once more, Rufus shifted his weight to allow him to remove his newly unfastened pants.

The instructor then finally allowed his gloves to drop to the floor alongside the rest of his clothes, and he inhaled deeply before allowing his bare hands to touch his lover’s back. He sighed at the sudden rush of emotion that flowed through those sensitive, empathetic hands. Hot hands ran up Sephiroth’s even hotter flesh until they reached his shoulders, making the older man shudder at the sheer force of the younger’s passion, which flowed through him like water through a sieve. Rufus leaned down to lay over the other man, allowing him to press feverish kisses to his shoulder blades. He continued to touch those gentle kisses to his skin as his hand wandered, making the man gasp with every brush, every light, tickling touch, for with ever one of those touches came a sudden surge of memories and current expression, full of passion, desire…love?

Rufus jerked away, pausing and staring at the back of Sephiroth’s head. Love? Between two men such as they? Impossible. From his view, in any case; he didn’t love this man. He cared for him, of course, trusted him, and the sex was mind-blowingly wonderful. But love? Not a chance.

Sephiroth shifted impatiently beneath him, letting out a groan as he lifted his hips to push against Rufus’ groin. “You were in such a hurry before, so what are you stopping for?” He turned his head to look up at the other man.

Rufus ignored the question. ‘We ought to shop this, before someone gets hurt. …But there’s no sense in leaving without a little parting gift,’ he corrected himself as he felt his member throb in painful protest of his pause. With no further hesitation he picked up the tube of lubrication, and smeared it on his fingers before gently touching the slicked digits to Sephiroth’s opening. He heard his partner groan in encouragement, and pressed one finger slowly inside, followed by two. He began to work at a relatively quick tempo, his lover eagerly pushing back against him, and he slipped a third finger inside with no resistance. With his free hand, Rufus picked up the condom, pulling it open with his teeth as he continued to prepare the other man.

Sephiroth whimpered, thrusting back hard against Rufus’ fingers and silently begging for something more. A ragged sigh dragged out of his throat as he felt those fingers leave him, but he didn’t have long to recuperate before he felt something else press against his opening. He moaned urgent encouragement to the other man, and was soon rewarded as Rufus began to push into him. However, this proved too small a reward, and Sephiroth suddenly pushed back, violently impaling himself on Rufus’ length, which brought a passionate cry from both of the men. He sighed as Rufus rocked against him, slowly at first, then harder, and gasped when he felt him reach around and tightly grip his cock.

Rufus’ hand worked expertly on Sephiroth’s length, teasing the head until his fingers were slicked with pre-cum before wrapping them around the hard shaft. His hand worked in time with his forceful thrusts, and it seemed all too soon before he felt Sephiroth clench around him, heard him moan, and felt the short eruption of hot, sticky liquid on his hand. His own orgasm felt as though it was being ripped from him, but enclosed as he was, he didn’t get the opportunity to messily explode, as Sephiroth had. He collapsed on top of the other man, but not before removing his hand from beneath them. No sense wasting a nice treat like that. He slowly pulled himself out of Sephiroth, and rolled to the side, preparing to bring his fingers to his lips, when suddenly they were snatched away, and tucked hurriedly into Sephiroth’s own mouth.

“Damn you,” Rufus muttered as he tried to take off the condom with one hand, managing to toss it into the small garbage can.

Sephiroth mumbled something incoherent around Rufus’ fingers (which was just as well, because whatever it was, the other man probably would have hit him), meticulously cleaning them with his tongue of every drop of the white liquid. When he was finished, he settled down, his arm draping across Rufus’ middle, his face gently nestled against his shoulder. Soon, a soft snoring could be heard.

Rufus sighed, idly batting at one of his lover’s bangs. ‘…I suppose I’ll tell him tomorrow then.’ The man held Sephiroth close, and soon found himself asleep.