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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
- 19
- 20
- 21
You know, I dont think a car ride has ever lasted so long for me as it did this time. Seriously. Even rides in the back of Shinra Law vans when I was in my teens weren't as goddamn tense and painful as this. I still couldn't look Tseng in the eye, so I kept looking out at the streets as they passed, trying to pretend this goddamn silence didn't bother me. But then, I didn't want to talk either. I still felt pretty damn ashamed about what had happened and I was trying to ignore the fact that Tseng had now seen what had been happening with his own eyes. Fuck, somehow that made it so much worse. Sure, I guessed Rufus' sick little game was over, but when my leave was over, would I ever be able to look Tseng in the eye again?
At least I wasn't a complete nervous wreck anymore. I mean, I was edgy due to the fact that the guy who had actually saved me from being screwed - and earlier, whose clothes I'd been tearing off in complete and utter lust - was actually driving me home, but I had my nicotine, and that was enough to make me calm down... sort of. If there's one thing I know about my life, its that cigarettes will always be my best friend.
Tseng was... disgustingly quiet. He'd given me a lift home a few times before, when my crappy old car had acted up, and every time he'd made sure that since I couldn't get away, fall asleep, or ignore him, he'd lecture me on something - normally my uniform or tardiness or other stupid corperate crap. But this time... he was completely silent. Eyes fixed on the road, that damn cruel mouth of his flat and expressionless again. You know, I sometimes think that there's really two people inside of Tseng: There's the cold mean bastard that he is most of the time, and then there's this other guy somewhere behind all the ice that I get glimpses of just every now and then. A nice guy, if you can even call a corperate assassin a 'nice guy'. You know what the annoying thing is? The most annoying thing is that he switches between them so fast that you can't keep up with which one it is you're talking to. I mean, earlier today, the guy was happily undoing my pants, or kicking the crap out of our boss to help me, but now? He'd just snapped back into business mode again. Oh god, I'd've given my right arm just to know what he was thinking in that silence. I'd've unzipped my damn flies and crawled across hot coals if I thought it'd make the bastard speak to me. I thought he wasn't talking because he felt let down by me, letting myself be pushed around by our sick fuck of a boss. If it'd been anyone but Tseng, I wouldn't have given a rat's ass about their opinions of me. But this *was* Tseng, and even though he'd blocked me out and warned me off, I still - Jesus! - I still wanted him to understand me.
Well... that's definitely a fucking new one. Fuck, I never need people to understand me. Normally I figure they either like me or they dont, and if they don't, it's their own damn loss. Turks aren't bred to need understanding: all we need are orders, weapons, and a conscience that doesn't complain too much. So... why the hell should I give a fuck what anyone - especially my boss, the hard bastard - thought of me?
"Jesus Reno, you're turning into a damn woman!" I whispered silently to myself and scrabbled for the cigarettes in my pocket again as I finished one and flicked it out the window. God, but from the tension I felt sitting here now, I was going through cigarettes faster than a hyperactive Chocobo does greens. If it carried on like this, I'd run out of cigarettes in about 5 minutes.
... More silence...
...Jesus, I felt like I should be apologising, even if it was just to break the silence.
Yeah, In case you haven't noticed yet? I'm not exactly the silent type.
I sat back again and tried my hardest to relax as the polluted streets of Midgar fled past the window. Man, this silence was the worst. To tell the truth I wasn't even vaguely relaxed: my goddamn fingers were stretching Tseng's leather upholstry through me gripping it too tight, and I had a cigarette permanently attatched to my mouth. That's another weird thing: normally Tseng would completely and utterly forbid me from smoking in his car, glaring me down with that 'You even so much as touch those cigarettes in here Reno, I'll shove them up your ass' look. Tseng loves his car. He's a total nut when it comes to keeping it clean and spotless. Hell, I'd eat my own suit if you could find a single speck of mud on this car. Yet he was letting me smoke in it. Maybe he knew I needed the nicotene... or maybe he was so goddamn disgusted with me that he wasn't even prepared to repremand me.
About a minute later I managed to convince myself to actually look at Tseng. It was a good 10 minute drive to my place, and this silence was just driving me fucking insane. I mean, I'd had enough silence when we were in the goddamn Don's mansion. I decided somehow that I was gonna talk to him. About what? I didn't have a damn clue yet. The plan was to open my mouth, see what came out first and just fucking pray that what came out would actually make sense... Okay I'll admit I'm an asshole when it comes to planning shit, but it was the only thing I could think to do at the time, and that was good enough for me.
Tseng coughed quietly as he realised I was looking at him and shifted, but those damn cold eyes didn't even acknowledge I was there. I noticed his left hand was holding the steering wheel kind of oddly, so I nodded at that. It was the arm Max had smashed with a crowbar last week.
"That gonna heal properly?"
Tseng sortve blinked. What? He thought I was going to sit there like a goddamn dummy all the way home? He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye for a second before looking back at the road with a sigh as we turned a corner. Fuck. For a second I honestly thought he wouldn't answer, and I realised I was actually holding my damn breath as I waited. By now I'd accepted that Tseng obviously didn't want anything to do with me as anything except a subordinate piece of scum, but I at least wanted him to still speak to me without flinching. I mean, holy fuck I was in love with the miserable asshole. It's one thing to accept someone doesn't want you, but for them to go from speaking terms to fucking disgust in a few days is a whole other ball game.
"...It'll be fine."
Heh... nice clean-cut answer there Tseng, if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to avoid a conversation right about now. I flicked another cigarette end out the window, but kept my eyes on the distant-looking guy in the driving seat. It wasn't so much he looked like he hated me right now, in fact his lips were turned into what could've been a tight smile. He just looked... sort of unsure? Well at least he hadn't told me to shut the hell up. That was a good thing... right? The fact that he didn't look so damn cold made me hope I could get him to talk again. I mean, come on, I've got the biggest damn mouth in Shinra Inc. I can get anybody to talk. Tseng however... damn he's too smart for me: as soon as I went to open my mouth, he leaned across and turned the radio on.
I guess I could've talked over it, but it was kind of obvious that the radio had been turned on to shut me up, and I guessed if Tseng didn't want to talk to me, then he wouldn't even if I tried. Ok, normally its not my way to let other people get one over on me, but Tseng seems to be the damn exception to every rule I've got. You want to know the truth why I didn't try? The truth is... I was scared.
Jesus, you have no idea how hard it was for me to admit that to myself. To admit that Reno of the Turks was scared.
The basic fact is that I smile, I flirt, I'm vain, I womanise and I get my own way all the damn time, but I guess I'm so used to getting my own way that when I don't it dents my pride more than it should... and my pride is the only thing that keeps me afloat in this shitheap of a city. Tseng had dented it pretty fucking badly today already, and another blow like that and I swear the goddamn thing would just shatter. I was scared of losing my pride because of him, which is why I just sat there for the rest of the drive back, cigarette in mouth, silent like a complete and utter asshole as I went back to watching the streets roll by, Tseng ignoring me as he drove me back to my empty apartment.
Three words:
My. Life. Sucks.
Tseng's car pulled up on the kerb outside my rundown little apartment building, (up a dark stinking alley on the wrong side of Midgar) ten or so minutes later, with a still very nervous me gripping frantically to the seat covers because I'd smoked my last cigarette about 5 minutes ago, and lost that goddamn lifesaving, brain-numbing nicotine rush. The noise of Tseng's radio filled the car with some annoying piece of classical music as he stopped the car for me to get out. Still not bothering to look at me, but instead pretending it was so much more important to be looking out at the alleyway in front of the car than anywhere else. His hands were clamped tightly to the steering wheel and he just sat there, stiff-backed in such a goddamn pose that it looked like he had a broom handle up his ass. I'm guessing that was Tseng's way of telling me to get out, and after a second of trying to pull my heart back up to where it should be instead of down in my shoe, I took the hint and opened the door. With one foot out on the ground and one still inside the car, I realised I still had something left to say, even though for some reason it was suddenly damn hard for me to say it.
"...Thanks."
What the hell was I saying thank you for? For giving me a ride home, or for saving me from Rufus, or for something else completely? I dont know, maybe all three. My head was swimming, and I just wanted to climb inside a good honest bottle of scotch for the night. At least alcohol didn't confuse the fuck outta me the way Tseng did. I knew exactly what alcohol did and why, and another good point was that alcohol didn't make me feel fucking ashamed of myself by not speaking to me.
There was a movement behind me that sounded like Tseng moving in his seat. I froze for a second, expecting him to say something but when he didn't I made to get out of the car. Well gee Tseng, thanks for even caring enough to reply. I tell you, there are a few decent men and chicks in Midgar who I could've fallen in love with, but no, my fucked up mind had to go and screw me over by making me care about the most screwed up, confusing, coldest son of a bitch ever to have graced the Midgar Plate...
You ever get the feeling your brain really doesn't like you very much?
Suddenly I was pulled out of that thought as I felt Tseng's hand touch my elbow.
Huh? I stopped again as I heard him clear his throat and draw his hand away. I didn't want to turn back in case I saw something in his face I didn't like. Damn, I'm such a wuss when it comes to Tseng. Point a gun at me, I can cope, but make me look at Tseng, an expression of disgust on that damn gorgeous face and I'll cringe, whine and roll over like a goddamn dog. Jesus, What a sucker I am.
"You did well today."
He said awkwardly, almost as if he was forcing himself to speak, but still... just the sound of his voice made me feel better. Like I've said, Tseng has the most insanely soothing voice when he uses it in the right way. The right way being: anything except from shouting. Plus this at least meant he was talking to me, that he wanted to talk to me. That meant he wasn't disgusted with me, and I couldn't help but let myself sigh, just through relief.
"I did?"
I felt Tseng smirking behind me. Then the radio faded out. Tseng had finally turned that goddamn thing off.
"If you didn't then why would Heidigger have given you leave?"
I managed to look at him this time, and sure enough, Tseng was sitting there with a tiny smirk on his face. The best answer I could come up with was a shrug. I sure didn't feel like I'd done anything special...
"Tseng, I didn't even kill Don Corneo." He shook his head and looked back at the road.
"You've been a Turk for two years now, and you still have no idea what the job is about, do you? You have to learn that it's not always the best thing to kill a target. Sometimes it's better to just put the fear of the Gods into them." His eyes narrowed as the Sunlight glared into his face as it set over Midgar. "You and Rude are far too trigger happy."
Yeah, well maybe I am, I can't help it if I'm a bloodthirsty little asshole, can I? But I wasn't thinking about that right now. What I was thinking about was the fact that Tseng, after ten minutes of totally ignoring me and making me feel like scum, was actually speaking to me, more than that he was giving me a pat on the back. Even on good days, he never does that. Hell, can you say 'personality disorder'?
"But he'll just do it again."
"Au contraire."
There was a pause. What? Did Tseng know something that I didn't? Well, actually, there were a lot of things Tseng knew that I didn't because I'm stupid, but... did he know something about the Don? I knew he'd been in a meeting with Shinra and Heidigger since we came back, so maybe he'd heard something in that meeting. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something else as I watched an amused smirk spread right across his face. Yup, he knew something alright, and he was dragging it out for his own amusement. C'mon Tseng what am I? A goddamn dog here for you to play around with? Tell me...
"This afternoon, Shinra recieved a very generous donation of firearms and rare summon materia. They were made by an anonymous benefactor from somewhere in the slums, along with a letter of apology for any inconvenience caused." Tseng looked at me with an eyebrow raised. Me? It took a while for it to sink in what he'd just said, and when it did I came out with the most intellectual response. Ever.
"Oh."
"I don't know what you did, but whatever it was you did it well. You conducted yourself like a Turk is meant to: you put your emotions to the back of your mind and concentrated on the task in hand. You did well, Reno."
Had this been a normal day, I would've been grinning right now like a cat with the cream, and my ego would've been too damn big to fit out of the car door. But right now the best I could manage was a lopsided smile at Tseng's praise.
Well, at least that was one less thing on my mind for the next three weeks. Don Corneo had actually bought into my crap. Guess I did something right for once.
I suppose I can't make a fuck up of everything I do, huh?
I ran a hand through my hair, still with one foot outside the car and one inside. I knew that despite the fact he was talking to me, he was ignoring totally two real important things that had happened today. I didn't so much mind the fact that he was ignoring the Rufus crap, because actually I just wanted to forget about it too, but the other thing... the fact that this morning he'd been kissing me, undoing my pants... holy crap, even brushing his hand over my cock. I knew there was absolutely no chance he'd want to do that again, but yet my brain was trying to convince me that there was a tiny hope he still might. Tseng just sat there, watching me as my lips parted on their own. I was trying to ask him something, that damn question that I'd never had any trouble asking anyone until now. My vocal chords froze up, my mouth went dry. I just couldn't do it. Shit Reno, it's just 5 simple words, is it that fucking hard? 'Do... you... wanna... come... in' SAY THE GODDAMN WORDS!
It must've only been 20 seconds I was sitting there, silently screaming those dreaded words at him, but it felt like forever. I couldn't bring myself to do it, so eventually I just gave in, sighed and grabbed my jacket from where I'd hung it on the back of the passenger seat.
"Thanks Tseng."
Tseng this time 'hmm'-ed an acknowledgement at me and sighed to himself as I climbed reluctantly out of the car. What was the point in it anyway? He made it fucking well clear that he didn't want you earlier today Reno, take the hint. Give it up.
"Reno?"
"Yeah?" Oh Jesus, now what? I didn't want to hang around out here all night. There was a nice comfy bottle of scotch somewhere inside with my name on it, and I wanted to climb on the sofa with it, get plastered, and mope like a little girl. Yup, seemed like a good enough plan for the night...
"Your back's bleeding."
I stood up out of Tseng's car and pulled what was left of my shirt round. Sure enough there was a wet blood patch right there, courtesy of that damn wound in my back. It was obviously Rufus clawing his fingers down my bandages that had opened the damn thing up again. But hey, it would heal up again, right? Just need a little anaesthetic in the form of some scotch and I'll be fine.
"Oh... hey, it doesn't matter." I looked back at Tseng and shrugged it off.
"Oh no, I think you'll find it does."
"No boss look, I'll fix it. I'm... fine." Tseng glared up at me, suddenly with that old jelly-turning strictness in his eyes.
"Reno, are you a doctor?" Okay, when Tseng starts using sarcasm, you gotta be worried. I squirmed a little, knowing where this was going.
"Nnnnnno."
"Do you have a PHD?"
"Nope." Tseng paused for a second, then something in his eyes faltered and he got out of the car, shutting the door after him as he came round the bonnet towards me.
"Do you want to bleed to death?"
"Uhhh..." Had to think about that one. "No."
He sighed and stared me down with those hard eyes. So close I could feel his breath on my face. Hell...
"Then stop acting like you know what the hell you're doing." He growled quietly, and then turned me round and lifted my shirt up to get to the bandages. Did I protest? Did I fuck. And was it because I knew he was trying to help me? Was it fuck. The reason why I didn't protest was because just the feel of the cold asshole's skin on mine made my brain lose any sense of reason. The guy just turned me into a vegetable. It's amazing how a guy who came across as so cold could have the warmest, most brain-cell-killingly soft hands I'd ever felt. He pushed the bandages away from my skin while I just stood there biting my top lip and rolling my eyes in an attempt to stay calm. Sometimes my testosterone runs away with me, you know? Actually, forget 'sometimes', its more like 'all of the time', and since my sex drive's so used to having its own way, it's sometimes difficult to convince it when and when not to start. Now I was having a mighty tough time convincing it to stay calm. Thankfully it kinda passed when Tseng idly prodded at my wound.
"JESUS! Tseng!" A couple of guys walking through the alleyway looked over when I shouted, but when they saw Tseng in his blue suit, they sort've walked back the other way. Probably guessed Tseng, being a Turk, was kicking the crap out of someone for Shinra. If I'd been them, I'd've probably done the exact same thing.
"Shut up Reno." He mocked as he replaced the bandages and stepped away. "I'm sure you don't have any idea how bad that wound is?"
"Not really..."
"Well you should do. Did you learn nothing about wounds in training?."
"Uh.." And the answer to that would be 'yes', but I just shrugged as per usual. Hey, it always seems to work: just a shrug and normally Tseng will just carry on, because he loves to lecture me. Besides, just gimme a break here. If you'd just had the worst damn week of your life, you wouldn't exactly be in the most studious of moods, would you? Tseng didn't fall for it this time, he just glared at me as I turned back round, arms one over the other in that pose that only Tseng can make polite and threatening at the same time.
"Well?"
"Sure I did." ...Oh, and that didn't sound laboured. C'mon Reno, even fucked up and tired you can do better than that. "If I didn't I wouldn't be here."
"Well you may be here now, but leave that wound like that and you wont be in the morning." He said sternly. For a second he looked as though he was thinking of saying something, but then he just built that ice block up around himself again and then nodded precisely. "Either sort it out yourself, or get yourself back to the infirmary. Now." He commanded, and then after another meaningful stare went back around the bonnet towards the driver's seat. "See you in three weeks."
At this point, it wasn't so much the fact that Tseng had shown some concern for me, nor was it the fact that he'd just told me I could die that was really bothering me. It was those words: three weeks.
21 days, over 400, 000 minutes. Three entire goddamn weeks alone in an apartment I hate with a fiery passion. Unable to get outta the house because of the horrendous goddamn wound in my back, unwilling to do it anyway because of the hundreds of thousands of thoughts that'd be going through my mind all day, all fucking night. Christ, I'd just had the worst eight days in my entire life. Even when my scars had been made, that had been over quick. Painful, scarring, yeah, but nowhere near as long as the torture I'd been through this week. And now? What the hell was I supposed to do with myself for three entire weeks? What I was supposed to do was recouperate, gain my strength, heal etc. What I'd most likely do would be get into a complete state of drunkeness, lie there with a bottle of vodka in one hand, a cigarette in the other and drink and smoke my way into oblivion. That's why... I... didn't want to be alone, as pathetic as that sounds. Jesus, does it sound pathetic! There just comes a time when alcohol aint enough of a comfort. I stood there for a second as Tseng went to open his door without a second glance at me. Then I did something that, looking back, was probably the most stupid piece of shit I ever did, and believe me, I've done a lot of stupid shit in my time.
I walked after him and shut the door again before he could get in, slamming a hand either side of him so that effectively, he was trapped. Yeah, it was a stupid thing to do to Tseng, I mean, he could've pounded my skinny ass into the ground, judging from how he'd kicked the crap outta Rufus just an hour ago. But the thing is I think I was half insane anyway, what with stress and fatigue. I couldn't stand it anymore. Did he damn well like me, or did he hate me? Had this morning actually just been him acting on instinct before he died, or was there something more to it? Because If it was, why had he smiled at me in Don Corneo's office? Why in God's name had he stuck his neck out to stop Rufus? If I was gonna spend three weeks alone, I was pretty sure that would be the question that'd haunt me more than anything. I didn't want that in my brain all the time. I was shaking. I needed an answer. I mean, anything Tseng could do to me when I got back would be infinitely better than three weeks of wondering, right? Only one way to find out, I guess...
Tseng turned round to repremand me, but the words never got out of his mouth. It was my turn to shut him up... I tried to put the consequences to the back of my head, and the next thing I knew, one of my hands was on his chest, pushing him up against his car as I leaned in and kissed him. A fraction of a second later, I realised what I'd just done.
Shit! What the hell was I doing? Guess it was too late to back off now...
He just stood there, frozen, probably horrified by the fact that someone like me would dare to do something like this. My god, he wasn't responding. At all. I was fucking horrified. So you think you know what tense means? Heh... you dont even know the meaning of the word. You look it up in a dictionary, it'll say 'kissing Tseng and praying to god he responds to it.' Yup, that was what tense is, and thats exactly how I felt. My heart was thumping so fast, I swear Tseng must've heard it, and my head felt about ready to explode. I was completely horrified he wasn't responding. He was cold and all his muscles were stiff. I was about to pull away, mumble an apology and walk away, when...
Tseng actually started to lean in to me.
It was barely noticable at first, a sigh, a movement of his lips, a relaxation of his muscles just enough for me to realise he wasn't going to push me away. To say I was relieved is way way way too much of an understatement. To say I nearly keeled over and died right then and there through relief, would be better. To say my entire damn world exploded in a blaze of complete and utter fucking lust-filled relief, would be almost enough to show what I felt as I realised what was happening. I realised I'd just gotten the answer I was waiting for. After a few seconds, Tseng started to get less and less tense, until he was fully leaning against the car, actually allowing me to open his lips as I kissed him. I was kissing my boss. Jesus, I was kissing Tseng, and he was letting me do it. The confusing son of a bitch was letting me push him up against his own car and kiss him. My god, I dont remember a lot about that kiss except for the fact that Tseng tasted exactly the same way as he did this morning. Despite blocking me out, treating me like shit, saying no... Oh my god, so this meant he didn't hate me after all then...
Far from it.
Eventually Tseng did push me away, but I was guessing it was only because he needed to breathe. He just pushed against my chest till I got the idea, though he had to push pretty damn hard before I stopped. I guess I just wanted to make sure this was really happening, you know? My brain's been known to screw me over on more than one occasion.
Somehow, Tseng's leg had curled itself up around my waist during the kiss. I hadn't even noticed until now, and even Tseng seemed kinda surprised at where it had ended up. I just stood there grinning like a moron, hand still on his chest as he lowered his leg back down to the ground.
You ever got that feeling where you can't even remember your own name or where you live because you're so damn ecstatic? That was me. Who was I again? I know it began with an R...
"Reno..." Tseng growled. Oh yeah, that was it: Reno. But Tseng's voice was cold again, and he looked completely horrified. "Get the hell off me."
You remember that grin I was talking about earlier on? It disappeared in a fraction of a second, along with my pride, and that little ray of hope that I'd been keeping somewhere inside. Shit. Tseng's dark eyes stabbed at me like fucking knives, like I'd just majorly insulted him. What the hell was wrong with him? He'd fucking well enjoyed it, and now he was telling me to get off him? Okay, here's my conclusion: Tseng is sick in the head. That's the only reason I could come up with at the time. What kind of twisted asshole would actually lean into a kiss, and then tell the kisser to go screw themselves?
A cruel, hard, twisted fuck, thats who.
My heart just froze as I let go of his chest. This situation was fucking crazy, and he damn well knew it. He was like a damn shower tap: hot to cold in under 3 seconds, and about just as predictable.
"You do anything like that again, and I'll have you up on a damn charge."
Well that made it clear enough.
"Sorry." was the only word I could come out with, feeling even damn lower than I had before. Who's dumb idea had it been to kiss him again? Oh yeah: mine. Told you I was crap at planning things, didn't I? Now Tseng would never forgive me. I wouldn't even be able to walk into the office when my leave was over with my head held high. Kissing the bastard was just as bad as tattooing the words 'I wanna fuck you' to my head. Shit, I'd just screwed up royally. I licked the last of his taste off my lips and sighed, shaking my head as I walked towards the doorway into the apartment block. 'Yeah great Idea Reno, you stupid prick. You know your entire leave is gonna be spent thinking about that now.'
I didn't look back at him, but I could imagine the look of contempt on that gorgeous cold face as his eyes followed me into the shadows of my doorway. I scrambled frantically for my key and let myself in, virtually tumbling through into the hallway, jumping over the still broken phone in the middle of the floor, and heading straight for the kitchenette at the back. Alcohol needed. Alcohol is the answer to all life's problems, I've figured out. 'Can't work out Tseng, can't do a damn thing right, can't seem to get out of this bad luck rut I'm stuck in. To hell with Tseng and his fucked up psyche, I'm getting fucking drunk...and hopefully staying that way for the next three weeks.'
I was about to down my third bottle, about 20 minutes later when the doorbell rang. Oh fuck, now what? Knowing my current luck, it was probably the fucking landlord come to collect the rent. Geez, that was all I needed now. I decided that maybe if I ignored it, it'd go away. However it didn't. The damn doorbell just got more persistent...and damned annoying. In the end I gave up.
"Keep your fucking hair on." I mumbled to myself, and staggered to the door. I swear if this wasn't pretty important, the person on the other side of the door was gonna end up head first in the trash with an empty scotch bottle jammed up their ass.
That thought went out of my mind when I opened the door and saw who the hell was standing there, arms folded across his stomach as usual, that tight cold face staring back at me. Jesus, my heart was about to give it up, I swear. What did he want now? I swallowed hard.
"Boss?" I drawled, and tried to hide a cringe as I expected him to start lecturing me. I could already hear it in my mind, and it wasn't good. Tseng's face stayed flat, even though the next thing he did told me everything, or at least everything I needed to know.
Tseng, cold heartless head of the Turks stood on my doorstep silently, as the subordinate, half-drunken asshole in front of him prepared himself for whatever it was Tseng wanted from him. Tseng's lips opened to say something else while I just stood there, fucking paralysed as the confusing son of a bitch on my doorstep tried to speak. I think eventually he just gave up, because he just seemed to crack and walked, uninvited right over the threshold and into my hallway, and I would've protested... if Tseng's tongue hadn't suddenly been filling my mouth.
At first I was kind of shocked, but Tseng has something that can just turn me into goo every damn time. So he'd blocked me out once... twice, maybe three times, but it didn't fucking matter. When Tseng finally decides he wants you, you don't say no. Besides, I have some manners, and I was taught never to speak when I had my mouth full.
Whatever he'd been planning to say probably couldn't have summed things up as well as this situation could: Me backed up against the wall, Tseng's lips over mine as he ran a hand through my messed up hair.
I ended up smiling against his lips. I don't think I was happy exactly, it was probably pure and utter damn relief, because I'm pretty versed when it comes to body language, and from the way he was kissing me, I could just tell: Tseng didn't hate me, wasn't goddamn disgusted with me, at long last wasn't trying to block me out.
My mind was finding it impossible to process the fact that after all this fucking around the guy actually wanted me.
I guess my luck was starting to change, huh?
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