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Unstable	By : albedosreqium Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Genesis gets congratulated by Sephiroth in the most unexpected way. Genesis and Sephiroth start their turbulent relationship and you should all pity poor Angeal! A Collab between Soyna and BMIK
Rating: If you have read any of BMIK's or my stuff, you know this is rated Mature in nature. That means that there will be men love (yaoi), bad language and a lot of bad attitude as well.
Tseng: Soyna

Lazard: BMIK

Tseng was quite pleased with the reaction that he was getting out of the Director of SOLDIER. He had the man's attention in more than one way and was enjoying watching him squirm.
He truly did enjoy playing with blonds. They were always interesting. The prior meeting that he had with Lazard had been very pleasant and quite enjoyable. He had not wanted to part with the pictures and made it clear that Lazard had to come to his office to get them since they were of his men and under his control or something of that sort. He had stopped listening to the man talk and just watched him yell, with his cheeks turning red and his brow furrowed.
He really did like how blonds coloured when they were aroused.
He stood in front of his secretary's desk and smiled at the young woman. "I believe that he is expecting me," he said simply before he continued walking into the Director's office.
Lazard's look was ice cold when he looked up at the impertinent man, who dared entering his office twice in one day. Tseng didn't look particularly apologetic either, but this time Lazard was prepared and had himself much better under control.
"What is it?" he asked curtly, pretending that he had forgotten what this would be about.
"I do believe you have to return some information. We already had this discussion and I hate repeating myself," Tseng said simply. "It is a simple thing, for you to do. I need the documentation back."
Tseng allowed a smile to form on his lips as he took a step forward and leaned over his desk. He wanted to see what Lazard's reaction was going to be. "Unless, you need that material for 'getting off' again."
"I have nothing to share with you. Neither have I spoken with either of them yet, so your visit here is superfluous. I do not appreciate you taking pictures of me or my staff in our premises and I do not care what Rufus says. Those quarters are SOLDIER and they are under my supervision and I order you to remove all cameras immediately."
Lazard resisted the urge to back away, as Tseng was intimidating in a subtle way as ever, but Lazard was used to dealing with such people. Tseng was undeniably affecting him on another, more ... personal level, but he ignored that for now.
"How inefficient of you. It has been a couple of hours. You should have already dealt with those troublesome SOLDIERs and their antics." Tseng moved around the desk. "Is that how you run the SOLDIER program?"
He looked up and down Lazard's sitting form. He did like blonds. Lazard was lean and dressed well. He knew what colours went well with his skin and the cute blush that was on his cheeks almost made him want to demand that he strip and show him where else he was blushing. He kept his body well, from how often he spent in the gym, trying to keep up with all the well cut men around him.
He watched Lazard push up his glasses and twitch nervously. He knew the signs as he was trained to read them and he was well aware of how his presence affected others. He was no fool of his sex appeal, it was how he got so high up in the Turks quickly.
"I will deal with it in timely fashion and when I see fit. Must I remind you of your position in the food chain? You are crossing a line here and I am warning you." Lazard said the words sharply, anger rising inside him again, because Tseng had absolutely no sense of rank right now; he was shockingly impertinent to a superior! But Lazard suspected that Tseng knew very well what he was doing and that he was overstepping boundaries on purpose. Lazard was a patient man and he did not get upset easily, but somehow this man just managed to get a rise out of him within seconds!
"I'm well aware of where I rank in this organization," Tseng said as he leaned against the desk, undoing the bottom button of his jacket and let it fall open. He wore his clothing snug. Turk suits were designed to be snug fitting on everyone but Reno, who somehow made the baggy and loose work for him. He was well aware how the white suit shirt pressed against his abs and he knew that Lazard would appreciate a well maintained body.
"I would hate to see you not following proper protocols in this matter and lose some of your ranking." Tseng rested his hand on the desk and leaned toward Lazard. "Would we?"
Lazard couldn't help his eyes wandering to Tseng's perfect chest. He quickly looked back at the man's face, holding his gaze.
"I would think that that is none of your business, Tseng." Saying the Turk's name strangely thrilled him and Lazard had to realize that he was not quite satisfied yet, in a sexual, uncomfortable way...
"Everything is my business," Tseng said with a tilt of his head and added, "Lazard."
He tried to keep his face straight though he was having a hard time not smirking at the situation. "Should we talk about the havoc it would cause to see pictures of the prized General, fucking that lean form of Genesis? Or worse, showing the world how well Sephiroth's tongue works when it comes to rimming." Tseng adjusted his position on the desk. "Those ones could be explained a lot easier than the sight of Sephiroth impaling that young blond." Tseng had his own copy of that gym scene carefully saved away.
He did like blonds after all and he was quite delightful looking under Sephiroth's control.
"That one is severely damning," Tseng said and didn't bother to hide his grin any longer. "And you haven't dealt with it. Shame."
Lazard pressed his lips together, tightly. What Sephiroth did with Genesis may cause a stir in the media, but it was their business and they were both adults. At most their prized killing machine's reputation would be damaged, but that was nothing crisis management couldn't try to rectify. They could always argue that Sephiroth was only a human being with needs after all and maybe that would make him even more popular with the peasants because they could relate.
The thing with Cloud could be critical however, drawing legal consequences. Cloud Strife was jailbait, and there was no way they could plausibly explain why fucking a teenage boy could be morally acceptable.
"And why would these pictures leak to the press?" Not that there was such a thing as freedom of speech, but if Rufus pulled a few strings he could very well make those pictures appear at page one of any magazine or newspaper. "They would do nothing but do harm to the company. Besides as head of security it would be your responsibility to explain why they got published. You'd just classically shoot yourself in the foot." Lazard had gotten up, looking fierce and unrelenting. He felt that he had gained back some control over the situation and that Tseng's threats had weakened in their fatality, because they were unlikely to be executed. But it only made Lazard angrier that he was being manipulated by that bastard.
Driven by a sudden impulse, he grabbed Tseng by the collar and pressed him against the surface of the next wall. "And then Shin-Ra might dispose of their incompetent Turk leader. Wouldn't that be a shame now?"
His whole body was pulsing with adrenaline and their proximity wasn't helping much. Tseng smelled so exotic, his body was warm and when Lazard had grabbed him by the shirt it had slipped out of his pants to reveal milky, smooth skin and a low hanging waistband that just stopped above the man's groin.
Tseng raised his hands to rest them on Lazard's wrists but didn't push him away. "Would you order your SOLDIERs to do that or would you," he lowered his voice and tilted his head back, "dispose of me?"
Lazard was more fiery than he gave him credit for and it pleased him immensely. Blonds were so temperamental and unpredictable. Just the way he liked them. He rubbed the arms seductively and moved so that he revealed more skin for Lazard's very hungry eyes. He didn't like showing his body first, he much preferred to have his prey vulnerable first but he did not object to this rough treatment.
It had been awhile since someone stood up to him and it was a turn on.
"I wouldn't allow anyone else that pleasure," Lazard hissed, unconsciously leaning closer to the man, intoxicated by his scent. His eyes wandered over the man's long throat, his Adam's apple that moved gracefully when he gulped. A few strands of silky black hair brushed against Lazard's hand that still held Tseng by the collar.
Dammit, he was hard again.
"Would you find pleasure in the act?" Tseng responded and moved his hips to encourage the hardness that he felt there. "Do you think you can get me to back off and leave you and your SOLDIERs alone?"
Tseng hadn't had the thrill of being dominated in a little while. His current dealings with a young blond was to keep him in check and was in dire need of more domination. Lazard needed to be treated differently and was strong enough to dominate him ... and from what he felt pressing against him, it was well worth while to see if he knew how to use his equipment. If he proved unworthy their next encounter would be quite different.
"Do you think you can make me submit to you?" Tseng increased the grip on his hands and pushed back to test the response.
"I'm pretty confident that I can," Lazard replied huskily, his free hand boldly slipping under Tseng's shirt to feel the hard muscles if his belly. Normally he wasn't that aggressive, but he was needy and Tseng was pushing his buttons just so ... besides, he was still angry at the man for being so bold and respectless, for threatening him and just because Lazard was sex deprived in general.
Tseng liked how Lazard responded. There was a fire in those blue-grey eyes and a hunger that needed to be fed. He thought for a moment that he should change tactics and throw Lazard down on the desk and show him who really was in control here. But he enjoyed the aggressive brush of the fingers and lifting of his shirt. The rough grip on his shirt was thrilling as well.
He wanted to see how aggressive he could make the blond. He leaned forward and was just a hair's breath away from his lips. "Try it, Director," Tseng breathed and let his tongue touch the lips, just enough to tempt him and hopefully push his buttons further. "Try me."
Lazard's resolution was wavering for just a bit. Tseng was like a wild, barely tamed animal, like a panther that could lash out at him any moment that Lazard was inattentive. And Lazard knew that Tseng wasn't submitting because Lazard dominated him; he did it out of a whim, because he wanted to.
Nonetheless it was very hot.
"Oh, I will," Lazard replied, his voice strong with confidence as his hand wandered down to open the man's pants. "I will have you bend over my desk and fuck you like the desperate whore that you are."
So maybe there was still some resentment left, but Lazard would get his payback.
Tseng allowed his head to drop back against the wall as fingers fumbled with his pants. He raised one of his legs so that it pressed between Lazard's legs to apply pressure on his already hard cock.
Tseng let out a deep breath and closed his eyes, "Promises, promises."
"Hm, I will make sure that you get what you deserve." Lazard was tempted to bite into Tseng's long throat and he followed that urge. The flesh between his teeth was soft, and he suckled on it, not gentle at all, knowing that it would leave a huge purple mark. He didn't care how the Turk would explain that to his half-brother or his underlings.
The leg pressing against his cock was driving him mad, distracting him a bit, but finally he had opened Tseng's pants and roughly pulled them down to reveal a huge, leaking erection. His breath caught a bit. What a powerful weapon...
Tseng was pleased with his level of aggression. He grunted as his cock was pulled free. He could see Lazard's reaction to him as his eyes look down and his hand grabbed his cock. Tseng did not like things gentle and so far this was turning out quite well. If Lazard turned into a wimp, Tseng would turn things around but he was going to let the man lead and show Lazard that he knew full well how to handle himself.
"And what do I deserve, Lazard?" Tseng whispered as he stretched his back and exposed more of his neck. "What do I deserve?"
"As I said: You deserve to be shown your place. And that is bend over a desk with your pants down." Lazard had picked up the one or other trick during his own training; he was pretty capable of defending himself, and he wasn't weak either. Thus it wasn't so hard to push Tseng against his desk. The way that man moved, so exquisite and smooth turned Lazard on to no end, and he was very glad that he had had his private moment prior to their encounter, because otherwise he would have shot his load already.
Tseng was very pleased with that turn of events. Lazard wasn't as much of a marshmallow as he sometimes presented himself. The aggression was quite nice and that also meant that he didn't have to do as much work. He placed his hands in front of him and pushed himself up slightly. He was just as eager for this, if he kept up this level of aggression. He could feel Lazard grabbing at the back of his pants. He twisted a bit to make it a little more difficult for him.
He wanted that hand on his cock again. He would much prefer for Lazard to be sucking on his dick already but this wasn't about him having his way with him. Not for this encounter.
Lazard pressed himself against the man, boldly and aggressively, keeping him in place. Tseng looked divine with his pants down, that light blush on his high cheeks. The force of their colliding bodies made something fall from Lazard's desk with a crash, but the Director didn't care. Paper got crumbled under their twitching bodies.
Lazard forced Tseng's legs open and pushed his body against him, so they were groin to groin. At the same time he grabbed Tseng's hair again. He needed to get the man belly first bent over the table, but for now their grinding hips and battling cocks were enough foreplay.
Tseng grunted at the lovely friction and the tug on his hair.
He rescinded his resistance and allowed Lazard to thrust against him. Damn it was good to let control go from time to time and having an overly sex deprived man in control was just what he needed.
He thrust his hips into Lazard and was pleased with the hissing sound that Lazard emitted. "Harder," Tseng said and he was impressed. He wasn't that thick of a man but he was long. Just the way he liked his men and not many were brave enough to tug on his hair. He never told anyone that he liked it, but when it happened, it really did put him in the mood.
Lazard was just too happy to follow that request, wryly yanking Tseng's head back, harder. His free hand fumbled with the top drawer of his desk, pushing aside papers and pens and folders to find a small bottle of lube hidden in the farthest corner. He was always prepared, for everything.
Impatiently he opened the bottle with one hand and squeezed some of the liquid onto his fingers, his hands sneaking behind Tseng and into the cleft of his ass.
Tseng felt the slick hand press against him and he immediately tensed. Not that he didn't want a good fuck, but it had been awhile since he had allowed anything of the sort. He forced himself to relax. He lifted his hips to allow easy access of his hand to reach there and smiled at the needy look on Lazard's face.
"Don't take too long. I'm not a prissy little cadet that needs to be worked up," Tseng hissed. The last time he allowed someone behind him it had been years ago and there was no time for lube. He did prefer not having a spit fuck and the lube was appreciated but he also wanted this. If he didn't hurry up, Lazard was going to pay.
"Shut up, you are whatever you are told to be, Turk." Despite his words Lazard was quite desperate himself, so he just unceremoniously pushed his slick finger into Tseng's ass. He regretted it a bit that he hadn't forced the man to turn around beforehand, because he wanted to see him against the desk with spread legs while Lazard finger-fucked him.
But it was not too late yet. Crooking his finger, he pushed Tseng, pulling his hair again so the man had to turn with his back to Lazard. The sight was just incredible, his ass was so white, so perfect, so round and tight, and it looked even better with a finger penetrating it fast and hard.
Tseng planted his hands on the desk, sending more papers flying. He pushed against the intrusion. "Can hardly feel that. I hope you can do something better with that dick of yours," Tseng said as he bit back a gasp. He was feeling everything just fine but he wasn't going to let that on to Lazard.
"I'm not surprised," Lazard retorted wryly. Tseng had gotten up this high not only because he was reliable and skilled. Lazard knew his half brother, he liked pretty men, and Tseng was extraordinarily pretty. Especially now...
Lazard decided that he couldn't wait any longer so he withdrew his finger. He pressed Tseng's head down against the table and gripped his hip. He wouldn't add more lube to his cock, whatever his fingers had transferred before would be enough for that damn cocky bastard.
"I'll show you what I can do." The Director bent over, biting into Tseng's earlobe and entered the man's tight ass with a grunt.
Tseng bit his lip as he was filled. He couldn't let Lazard know that it hurt a bit. The bite on his ear and the sudden penetration was wonderful though. He would have to get Lazard worked up more like this if this was what he got out of it. The rough handling and aggressiveness looked good on the Director and if he kept this up, he would have to ensure that this side of him came out more often.
He arched his back and tried to push up off the desk but the heavy body pressing against him kept him in that position and Lazard started to move inside him.
No one made him groan against his will and the sound that escaped Tseng was unwanted. Damn the man for making him moan. And that sound coming from the usually controlled Turk went right through Lazard, making his belly flip and fall endlessly. His whole body was tense with desire and exertion as he drove himself into Tseng, seeking that spot that would make him moan again.
Tseng tried to gain control but Lazard's movements made his body betray him. This was royally pissing him off and he tried to control the groans and turn them into sounds of defiance but everything was betraying him. He tried to push back up again only to be crushed by the moving weight behind him.
He made a mental note, not to piss off Lazard like that again because he certainly pushed all his buttons on this one.
"Is this," he panted, "the best," he couldn't help but grunt as Lazard thrust hard inside of him, "you can do?"
"Yessss," Lazard hissed, pushing deeper inside, forcing his cock into that tight tunnel, penetrating it and poking the Turk's prostate relentlessly. Was it just him or did Tseng appear flustered? Lazard surely hoped he was, because the Director was close to reaching his limits. It had been a while, and the warmth of bodily contact, the clamping flesh around his aching, needy cock was so overwhelming he had to force himself to stay conscious and not just faint with pleasure!
Tseng pushed back against the intrusion. He folded his arms in front of him and rested his forehead on his arms. He was panting at the vicious pace that was set by Lazard.
Lazard was meeting his expectations and exceeding them. The Director really hid his aggressive side well. He tried to reach down to grab his own cock to release the tension that was building there. It was so damn good... He would have to reassess his previous preference of topping after this.
"I... I'm close," Lazard panted. When he saw Tseng reaching for his own cock he slapped the man's hand away, harshly, and instead began to pump the Turk himself. Lazard didn't want to cum first, but his orgasm was building so rapidly, and he wanted to shoot his load into Tseng's arrogant ass so badly.
He suppressed a sob and picked up the speed, fucking Tseng like a mad dog.
Tseng clenched his teeth and arched his back. He had both arms on the desk now and he could see Lazard pumping his cock viciously as well as feel the soft hand tug mercilessly at him. He wasn't going to give him the pleasure of coming first and think that he was being turned on by this action.
If only he could get his body not to betray him as the pressure in his belly passed in a wave over his body and an orgasm crashed into him, spilling all over the few remaining papers and glass topped desk. Tseng was pretty sure he was making a sound that was completely unprofessional as well, but with the blood crashing into his ears, he wasn't sure if it was him or Lazard. Lazard wasn't sure either, but the man coming in his hand, the arch of his back and tight squeeze on Lazard's cock was all the Director needed to reach climax too. His exhausted body kept driving into the Turk for another sharp, hard thrust while Lazard was overcome by teeth-tickling ecstasy. Never before had he seen something as sexy as Tseng turning into warm butter under his ministrations; taking the man from behind, on his desk was so mind-blowing Lazard got weak knees and had to grab the desk for support. He shoved his cock inside one last time, just for good measure, his still hard erection driving in so easily because of the cum-slick tunnel that he almost came again.
Finally he pulled out, panting. He adjusted his glasses and pulled his hair back over his head as it had become messy during their encounter. He would need another shower, or a bath. He wasn't sure that he would be able to stand properly for the next few hours.
"This meeting is over. I'm done," he declared, inwardly still shaking with pleasure, though his voice was firm.
Tseng quickly regained his composure despite the fact that every part of him was still shaking from the encounter. "That's all you have to offer? I thought you were going to give me what I deserved." Tseng couldn't push himself up if he wanted to. He had not been fucked like this since he had started as a Turk. He needed a few more moments to get his damn body to listen to him again. He couldn't walk out of here on weak knees and covered in come. He didn't want Lazard to know that he would have sat there like that until he was ready to go again.
He was more than ready to do that again despite how sore he knew he was going to be from this encounter.
"So you area masochist. I'm really not surprised." Lazard idly swung in his chair, trying to get his thoughts together. He found that he had very much enjoyed dominating Tseng like that and he suspected that the man had too, despite his cocky attitude now. At least he looked like someone who had been thoroughly fucked.
"And yes, that is all I have to offer for today. Leave it or take it. If you need more you know where to find me."
Tseng narrowed his eyes back at the man. He didn't want to move quite yet with all the fluids over him. His own shirt was ruined from his own come and if he could already feel the unsanitary feeling of Lazard's ejaculate oozing out of him. He remembered the reason why he didn't like to bottom. It was the aftermath that sucked big time.
"Do you at least have some tissues?" Tseng growled. He couldn't leave looking like he was just screwed royally like this. It was unbecoming of his position.
"Aw, I'm sorry. No." That was a big, fat lie, because Lazard had tissues. He just didn't want to give them to Tseng. The amused upward twitch of his lips made that pretty clear to the Turk too. Watching his come drip from between the man's legs was the best thing he had seen in a long while. "And I'm really busy, so I'd ask you to leave now. I have to take care of that SOLDIER issue you find so pressing. Unless you want to stay and partake? I'm sure that seeing you, as a good example, will have an impression on them."
Lazard's eyes were demonstratively directed towards Tseng's come-stained ass. Oh, he loved to be snide.
Tseng moved quickly. He walked around, ignoring the feeling of their encounter sliding down his legs and grabbed at Lazard's tie and pulled it from around his neck. He was pleased with the smug bastard's startled look as he quickly and efficiently wiped himself clean and then threw the damn tie back in his face.
He gathered up his clothes and did them up just as quickly as he moved away from the desk.
"I'm sure you can set a good example with those stains on your tie." Tseng said as he buttoned up his jacket to hide the fact that his shirt was stained with his come. "That will make a wonderful impression." He gave a very shallow bow and left.
He was going to get the bastard in their next encounter.

There is a purpose behind every pairing... And Tseng and Lazard... always fighting each other for power. Well, at least in this case.

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