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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
- 21
- 22
- 23
Is it possible for humans to physically turn into puddles of goo? I've heard of people - normal everyday people, who have just spontaneously burst into flames, no reason, no explaination, so I wonder if the opposite is true, and anybody has ever just... melted away?
Well if it isn't then I swear I was about to break scientific history. I felt as though I was just going to melt and dribble off the couch into a puddle at Tseng's feet any damn second now. My brain seemed to have numbed and lost any sense of reason at the taste of Tseng's lips, so what I felt like now was indescribably similar to what I think a vegetable must feel like: I couldn't speak, could barely breathe, sure as hell couldn't move as Tseng leaned closer and closer into me, until that silk soft hair of his was actually brushing my face as our tongues wrapped around each other, and I could smell that fucking gorgeous smell of his right under my nose.
Fuck, but you have no idea how much relief I felt right then, mixed with the utter damn lust that was brewing up inside me. The idea that Tseng hadn't just up and walked straight out on me when I'd said those words was more than my poor brain could manage, and I had to open my eyes a couple of times to make sure that he really was still there and this all wasn't just some cruel joke pulled on me by my own subconscious. Thank fuck it wasnt: Tseng was actually still here, was actually still kissing me, had actually opened up to me just a second ago. Of course, the state I was in, that information wasn't sinking in at all, but that could wait until morning. Jesus, I just hoped this heart of mine was up to it, or I could very well end up crumpled on the floor having a damn heart attack.
This whole situation just felt like a dream. Heh... that sounds so damn cheesy, I know, but if it weren't for that goddamn pain in my back right now, I'd be prepared to swear I was actually asleep, dreaming this all. Oh crap, Tseng just tasted, felt, smelled too goddamn good to be real, and I felt as though my stomach had knotted itself to death inside me. Shit Reno, this is what you've been waiting for. Two years of cowering to the cold son of a bitch, two years of being scolded, chided, reported and taunted by him and finally that fucking ice of his had melted and whaddya know? The guy wasn't actually such a bastard. Holy crap, reality check please? Tseng was actually human.
Have you ever actually been physically unable to control your own body? I have... several times this last week, but that wasn't what I meant. My body is the most notoriously uncontrollable piece of crap in Midgar, and I know why, too: the damn thing's been allowed to swan around and do practically whatever it's wanted up to now, so getting it to actually do what I want can be one hell of a challenge, and since I was currently only half sober, and the coldest, most fucking gorgeous man in Midgar was leaning over me, kissing me, holy crap, groaning into the kiss... wether I wanted it to do something or not, my body was gonna do exactly what it damn well wanted.
That's why this kiss that had only meant to last 30 seconds at the most, was still going after two minutes, and was slowly turning into one of the fucking hardest, lustful, needful damn kisses I've ever had, thrusting my tongue down into Tseng's mouth as hard as I could, desperate to taste him now that finally I was allowed to, and why I found that the hand I'd just a second ago been stroking his hair with was now clinging desperately to it and pulling him even closer, actually pulling him onto the couch as I sat up to face him. What can I say? I'm an impatient prick, I guess. Even wounded, fucked up, tired and bleeding, I guess I'm just the kinda guy who isn't gonna waste any time. I just wanted the guy so fucking badly it was painful, and I was groaning back at him so hard that I'm amazed I was even able to breathe. My body was physically aching, it wanted him that badly, and who am I to deny my body what it wants? I mean fuck, it deserved a little pampering after all the crap it had been taking.
Tseng was the one who broke the kiss eventually, panting for air, his eyes shadowed with the kind of complete utter lust I'd seen only once before in him: when we were in the Don's mansion, and holy crap just looking at him staring down at me like that sent a shock straight to my already pretty excited groin. I suppose my look to him must've been pretty much the same, as both of us panted, catching our breath, fingers trailing against each others skin in an attempt to keep some kind of contact between us while we struggled to get enough air into our lungs for our brains to work properly again. Not that mine had been working entirely on full capacity before, but right now I couldn't even string a goddamn sentence together if I tried. Trust me when I say that lust is a hell of a lot more difficult to think straight with than any alcohol.
Tseng licked his lips slowly as his breathing finally slowed and he quirked an eyebrow amusedly at me in that look that traditionally turned me into goo. This time I was damn glad that I didn't have to hide the cheesy grin that I felt forming on my face at 'The Look', because I dont think I could've managed it even if I'd tried. Jesus, even though as a Turk I was scared shitless of the guy, now I'd seen him out of hours, he suddenly wasn't scary at all. I mean, hell yeah he was still my boss, and when I went back to work I'd probably still cower every time he snapped at me, but right now? Leaning over me panting, lips bruised from kissing me and eyes burning into me like I was the last candy bar in the store, I... really wasn't scared of him. It didn't matter what the fuck he was like at work, I knew now from what he'd told me that most of it was bullshit. This Tseng right here with me was the real Tseng, and even if he docked my damn wages, made me feel like scum, punished me or taunted me at work, I didn't give a fuck anymore. This Tseng, the out-of-hours Tseng wanted me, and as far as I could tell from the look in his eyes, wanted me pretty damn badly.
Unbe-fucking-lievable.
I grinned mischieviously and raised a hand to trace over those smirking lips of his slowly, reddened and moist from a three minute long kiss, and just fucking screaming to be kissed again, at least, in my damn mind they were. I wasn't going to let myself this time though. That last one had taken a hell of a lot outta me, and if we kissed like that again I doubt wether either of us would have the energy left to make it to the main attraction, after all, both of us had had one fuck of a hard day, and I'd be damned if after waiting so long, I was gonna let this bastard fatigue catch up with me and spoil it all.
Tseng just smirked harder as my finger traced his lips, and his own hands wandered down from where he'd been caressing my neck all this time to roam with barely touching fingertips across my chest. My goddamn stupid grin faded slightly and I gulped at the sensation, noticing how just him touching me was quickly turning my pants into one hell of a painful tent. Tseng's eyes narrowed wickedly as he passed a finger over my nipple, and watched with that same smirk on his face as my brow knotted and my breathing caught. Aw fuck, I couldn't let him tease me like that for long, the mean son of a bitch. I felt as though my brain was dribbling out of my ears. The fact that this was Tseng doing this to me somehow just made the whole thing a hell of a lot more difficult to control, what with him being so out of reach for so long. On instinct I ended up leaning back against the back of the couch with a quiet moan. The wound stung like fuck, but right now? I didn't give a rats ass wether it hurt or not, the lust was numbing it too damn much for me to care, and as Tseng slid his hand across my nipple for a second time, leaning further over me to adjust to how I'd moved, my smile faded back to lust and on some weird instinct of mine... I slid both my hands down his chest and into his pants.
The look on Tseng's face changed completely. One second he was smirking, apparently enjoying watching me, and the next his eyes glazed over and he only just managed to stifle a moan of his own, staring down with shadowed eyes at me as my fingers caressed against the hardened flesh.
Tseng growled, and I nearly stopped what I was doing in surprise. Did that really just come from him? It wasn't exactly a sound you expected him to make, and holy crap, I even growled along with him, and I felt the pang in my crotch turn up by about ten levels as he rocked his hips to my touch.
"Reno..."
He moaned my name and nearly collapsed over me, so close I could hear as he struggled to control his breathing. I remembered just looking up at him with pure lust in my mind. So this was Tseng actually feeling something, huh? And damn, but it was so tempting to just reach up and kiss him, but I somehow - fuck knows how - managed to stop myself. The look on Tseng's face was way too strange to me, and I just wanted to watch him, to see emotions on his face I'd never actually seen before. It was goddamn hypnotising.
It still hadn't sunk in that Tseng was actually letting me do this to him, or that anything that had happened so far tonight wasn't really a damn alcohol induced dream. Heh... in reality, I was probably passed out on the goddamn bathroom floor in a puddle of my own drool, an empty scotch bottle clutched to my chest. I mean, even though I knew better that Tseng wasn't just the cold, hard ice cube I saw at work, I have to admit when you've been terrorised by the asshole for more than two years, you tend to disbelieve it when he lets you put a hand down his pants.
Tseng moaned in the back of his throat as I stroked him, and my god, he actually started to tremble, his hands still on my chest, but gripping to the muscles for support now, rather than moving across them. I couldn't help but smile at the way he was panting and moaning and rocking against my touch, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed as I began to grip harder and stroke faster, out of instinct I guess you could say. Yeah I know: I know doing this for Tseng, he'd probably be too damn tired afterwards to do anything else, but you wanna know something really damn insane? I didn't give a damn. Not a damn. Tseng had put his fucking job... no, not just his job, goddamn it! He'd put his life on the line for me today, and I suddenly realised while I was laying there, that I hadn't even said a simple thank you to him. I frowned as for once I actually felt guilt stir up inside me. Shit, he could've just left me in that office to be fucked over by Rufus. He could've simply walked out that door, put up that goddamn mental block of his, and walked away. But fuck it, he hadn't. He'd actually stormed into that office, and kicked the crap out of the second most powerful man in Midgar... just to help a prick like me out. I wanted to thank him, and right now, since the part of my brain used for speaking seemed to have taken a spontaneous vacation, this was the only way I could think of. I made my grip on him firmer and stroked faster, as he gripped mercilessly at my chest and moaned, starting to lose any control he had. Hey, I'm no romantic: I wasn't gonna go away and write him a song or some shit to thank him, I wasn't about to go out and buy him a boquet of fucking flowers, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna go and cook no meal for him. For a guy like me, this was the only way I could think of to thank him for helping me. For now all I seemed to be thinking about was doing something for Tseng, even though my own dick felt wildly underappreciated. Eventually though, he must've realised what I was doing, because among the pants and slowly loudening groans he gave, I heard what could've been a 'no', and his hands moved from my chest and pulled my wrists away reluctantly. After a few seconds he opened his eyes slowly, trying damn hard to control himself, I'll bet. He looked down at me seriously and shook his head. He didn't say a word, probably because he couldn't, but I knew Tseng well enough to know what that look was saying.
I shrugged and sort've half smiled at him, feeling kind of sheepish under that repremanding look he gave me.
"I... just figured - "
I never did get to tell him what it was I'd just figured, not that it entirely bothered me, as the taste of Tseng's tongue sort of removed any misgivings I had about him interrupting me. Hell, even if he let me finish a second later, I wouldn't have remembered what the fuck it was I'd been trying to say.
I closed my eyes and groaned when Tseng captured my tongue between his lips and sucked on it, running his own tongue along the underside of it in a way that was just too damn provocative to be ignored. My hips shifted involuntarily up off the couch towards him as my mind started to fall apart at the seams, beginning to work almost entirely on instinct now. I found that my hands were creeping up that insanely toned chest of his to start undoing the tattered shirt he still had on. Well, you know, it just seemed incredibly unfair that Tseng was still fully clothed, whereas all I had between me and nudity was my pants and a pair of boxers. I guess my fingers just wanted to even the score a little, and hell, I wasn't going to stop them. Neither was Tseng apparently, he just groaned back at me with a shudder and released my tongue, replacing it with my bottom lip between his teeth and sucking hard.
...ah Fuck!
Damn, but that man knew how to kiss. Up til this point, I'd been with too many women to count, and every single one of them had been decent kissers... just decent. Nothing special, not one kiss had ever stood out in my mind as particularly good. Mostly, they just opened their mouths and let me do what the hell I wanted with them like goddamn dummies. Like I said: most of the women I attract like to be submissive, but with Tseng... damn, this was unbelievably different. Just the feel of the guy's lips on mine sent shudders through my entire body, and I think - oddly enough - I actually sorta liked the idea of him being in control. With Rufus, it had frightened me shitless to think of him having control over me, but that was for a different reason. I trusted Tseng with my life - I mean, fuck, he'd saved it enough times out on Turk business - and I knew he wasn't about to fuck around. I trusted him, and I didn't mind the fact he was in control of this kiss... this situation. In fact, I was leaning back and goddamn enjoying it. Jesus I was enjoying it more than any time I'd kissed a girl. I suppose, after taking orders from him for two years, it kinda came naturally.
Woah, wait a second, hold everything. Did I just say... I trusted him? Since when had I ever trusted anybody?
Well, that was sure a turn up for the books. My breathing hitched for a second as realisation hit me, and I nearly sat up in surprise at myself. So I trusted him? Well, thinking back yeah of course I must do, or why in god's name would I have told him half the shit I had? About my scars, and about Rufus? Would I really have spilled that to anybody else, holy crap, even Rude?
I paused what I was doing for a second to think about the answer.
Well what do you know? Even though he'd scared the hell outta me at times, and made me feel as though I wasn't worthy to lick the dirt off his shoes, somehow I'd ended up trusting him.
Man... how fucked up must my head be.
I finished undoing the buttons on Tseng's shirt and it fell open, the material brushing gently against my bare skin as Tseng leaned over me, still with my lip caught between his teeth as his eyes opened to look at me. It felt like he was studying me again beyond the shadow of lust in his eyes as my hands began to roam greedily across those firm, toned muscles that he hid behind that pristene suit all goddamn day. While I was laying there, enjoying the feeling of just being able to touch him without being told 'get the fuck off me Reno', I felt his hands come back into contact with my skin, and my god, I was damn willing him through my eyes to go further as his fingers trailed slowly down my stomach, down my abdomen, every single damn muscle of mine shuddering as he passed over them, and then his hand rested finally on the button to my pants.
He let go of my lip and looked down at me for a second, his hand still resting maddeningly on that button. I tried to get my head together enough to think. Why...in the name of all thats holy... had he just... stopped? I frowned up at him impatiently and shifted my hips restlessly, hoping he'd get the idea, but he didn't move. Something terrifyingly similar to doubt flickered across his face, and he looked down at me, suddenly business like and serious again. Oh Shit. I couldn't help but just gulp. Was he having second thoughts all of a sudden? 'Oh Jesus Tseng, don't do that to me.' I thought, and held my breath. He couldn't come this far and then just change his mind, it would be fucking torturous. Goddamn it, but he must've seen how much I needed this. Was he gonna walk away now? Tseng wasn't that cruel...was he?
He sighed and lowered his head, looking at me seriously through those dark lashes so that I would pay attention.
"Reno..." He said quietly, the office-hours business voice seeping through, his hand still resting on that button so that it was hard to concentrate on his words, "... you realise, If we do this, you can never tell anyone?"
I know it was the most goddamn innapropriate of times to smile, but I guess the relief just got the better of me for a second and I let a tiny smile of relief form on my face. Holy crap, so that was what he was worried about? Both of us knew I had one hell of a big mouth, and Tseng still had his job to worry about, I guess even more so now: Rufus would probably be sitting in his office cradling his sore head right now, planning on looking for any goddamn dirt he could find on Tseng for helping me and for blackmailing him, the spiteful, hateful saidstic bastard. Yeah, I guess I understood why he'd be thinking that, but damn him! Trust Tseng to spoil a perfectly good grope with stuff like this. He glared at me seriously when I started to smile, and I tried to clear my head so that I could actually speak.
"Jesus, Tseng, who the fuck would I tell?" I reassured him, cursing him for ruining the mood we had going on. I decided not to wait for an answer as I pulled the torn shirt from off his shoulders. We'd wasted enough damn time getting here, and if Tseng thought I was stopping now for a nice little speech interlude, he was horribly mistaken. He seemed to think about it for a second before speaking next.
"Rude... any of the executives... one of your 'friends' in the cafeteria."
I sighed. Goddamn it! Of all the times to start thinking about that. Didn't he get the message yet? This was way too important for me to go blabbing it around Shinra HQ. It's one thing to tell people about your female conquests, but I wasn't about to go round telling everybody about Tseng and me, and fuck it, but I'd hardly call Tseng one of my 'conquests'.
"Rude thinks I'm full of shit anyway, the goddamn executives never come near me unless they have to, and I only ever talked to the waitresses for one reason."
Wow, I was actually surprised I was even still capable of saying so much, what with my head just so damn full of lust, and I was surprised that I'd actually opened my mouth and told the truth. Tseng raised an eyebrow at me, that serious look on his face fading into something of a smirk at the mention of the waitresses. He'd caught me with them more than once, and if I had any shame I would've been blushing like a damn schoolgirl right now. Thankfully shame was something God obviously thought I wouldn't be needing this lifetime. I decided to ignore the fact I'd referred to the waitresses in past tense, putting it down to the fact that my brain wasn't working enough to get my grammar right rather than anything else.
"I noticed." He said slyly, and lifted his hands so I could finally... at goddamn last get that shirt off him and see that damn fine chest of his in all its glory. I grinned vacantly at his last remark, and let my eyes wander lustfully over it for a second as my fingers trailed over his abdomenal muscles, revelling in the way they receded when I touched them. The bruises that I'd seen in the Don's mansion hadn't faded yet. In fact, they seemed to have become darker, and holy shit, he was covered in them. I frowned for a second, remembering the state Tseng had been in when they'd brought him back, eyes tired, limping, sore... Shit, I'd forgotten this. I'd been so damn wrapped up in my own little world of misery since then that I'd all but forgotten that Tseng had been so messed up by the Don's gang. I suddenly felt sick as I remembered how bad they'd hurt him, and how bad I'd felt that they had. He'd carried himself damn well over the past 24 hours, and I was goddamn amazed at how quickly he seemed to have cast it out of his memory. However, I also knew first hand how frustratingly well Tseng could hide his emotions behind that wall, so who the hell knew wether what they'd done had effected him or not?
My brain stopped working again with an illiterate moan and a roll of my eyes when I felt Tseng's hand on my cock, and I dragged my eyes away from his chest to look up at him as he traced his fingers across it for a second. My brow furrowed as I tried to hold in another groan... and I falied miserably. Damn but how could he do that to me under just touch? At the time, I didn't really care, all I cared about was that it felt so goddamn good. My hips rocked up to meet his touch, but his fingers didn't stay there for long. The doubt was gone from his face, at least, and his eyes were beginning to turn back to that droolworthy, smoldering look of lust as he finally... eventually... painfully slowly... undid that damn button on my pants.
My head fell back against the cushion limply and I closed my eyes at the unbelieveable sensation of my boss' fingers unbuttoning my pants, like I'd goddamn fantasised about only so much more real. Then I heard those long wutaian fingers unzipping my flies. For a second I tensed up at the memories that sound brought back, but wether Tseng actually knew, or it was just some sort of coincidence, when I froze the hand he wasn't using slipped up my chest and around to touch the base of my neck like he'd done when he came in, and it made me relax again. To hell with Rufus, he'd done enough to me, the sick little fuck. I wasn't about to let the bastard win by screwing this up.
The next thing I knew, my hands were sliding down from his abdomen to return the favour, damn shaking too, as I lifted my hips compliantly so that Tseng could get rid of these goddamn inconvenient pants, along with those boxers. I panted impatiently as the material slid down my thighs and onto the floor, and tried damn hard to think past the thought that I was now naked with Tseng kneeling over me, in order to remember how to undo a fly. It took me a while, and I had a feeling Tseng was beginning to get kind've impatient, but somehow I fought off the short-circuiting of my brain long enough to manage it. Then I just gave up any damn self control I had left and kissed him, arms around his neck, not together enough to pay attention to the fact that Tseng's hands were no longer planted either side of my head like they had been a minute ago. Ah fuck, I was moaning into his mouth now, eyes squeezed tight just through longing it had got that damn bad, not that he seemed to mind. For a second I lost focus of anything except kissing him. I forgot I was actually now stark naked on my couch... that was, until Tseng suddenly sighed, his lips broke away from mine, he replanted one of his hands where It'd been before and moved close in to me. The feel of warm bare skin against mine made me realise that during that kiss, his own pants had been removed.
My eyes flashed open wide in realisation. Holy. Fuck.
I know its rude to stare, and damn, but I knew what a complete and utter moron I must've looked to him, sitting there on my couch naked, the strangest, most bizzare look on my face as I just stared, wide-eyed at how mind blowingly perfect that dark body was that was kneeling in between my thighs. Damn, but this was unreal. COMPLETELY unreal. Somebody fetch me a crash trolley, I could swear, the rate my damn heart was beating? it was just gonna give up the struggle any second now.
How in the hell could a guy with such a damn near perfect body go and hide it behind a stupid, buttoned up, choking suit all day? It was completely wrong to keep such a goddamn work of art behind a curtain like that. It was beyond belief. I think I decided right then and there, that if I ever became President of Shinra Inc, my first business would be to change the head of the Turks' uniform. There was no way I'd let something so goddamn brain numbingly gorgeous stay inside a boring dark blue suit. I was thinking... something along the lines of a pork pie hat... and nothing else.
Hell, it'd save on material, too.
I looked up and licked my lips at Tseng, who looked just as wanton, finally beginning to get it through to my thick skull what was happening here. Tseng was naked, in my apartment, kneeling between my thighs, that perfect, normally untouchable body in plain fucking view as he smirked at me, that pristenely kept long raven hair falling loose over his face, and those dark Wutaian eyes so damn reassuring... as though he knew how fucked up my head had felt this past week, and was trying to soothe it, and damn, it was working too.
"Jesus." I whispered to myself, reaching across to catch a strand of his hair, as though I wasn't sure if he was really here. Tseng overheard it though and let what could have been a smile pass briefly across his face, as though those way too perceptive eyes knew exactly what I was thinking. The hand he'd planted at my side suddenly brushed through my hair as though he was trying to reassure me he was real. My breath caught when Tseng's other hand crept up my inner thigh as he leaned back towards me. At first I thought he was coming back for a kiss, then his lips passed mine and rested against my ear.
For a second he stayed there, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my thigh and I just listened. My eyes were closed, and I could just feel his hair resting against my face. Fuck, but if I'd been in a less lust-driven frame of mind, I would've sworn I'd died and gone to heaven... if it was possible for guys like me to go to heaven.
"...you're still sure you want this?" Is what I think he murmured, though I could've been wrong. By this point I was pretty much going deaf from the sound of my own clumsy breathing. I felt a lump in my throat as I realised he was still thinking about me, about what had happened to me. It was a goddamn stupid question though. He must've known by now just how goddamn much I wanted this. Christ, it was so much more than want by now. I'd never felt this damn needy in my life - of anything. But how was I supposed to tell him that? How in God's name was an illiterate, vain, self-centred bum like me supposed to tell Tseng that I... needed him?
In the end, I didn't. Not verbally anyway. I panted, and then answered in the only way I could think of at the time: I trailed my arms up his back, pulled him closer, and tugged on his earlobe with my teeth.
I was rewarded with a hum of appreciation in my ear, and then he returned the favour, his tongue darting out against the skin afterwards, in what I guess was him understanding what I'd 'said'.
"We need something." he murmured again, his voice low and lustful, though it took a while for me to realise he'd spoken this time: Tseng's hand was suddenly tracing up my thigh again, and the feel of his bare body pressed against mine was just... so goddamn...
"Hmmm?" I eventually managed to get out, having to physically force my eyes to open and concentrate. What the hell did he mean, 'need something'? Was this another of Tseng's little speech intervals? My god, I fucking hoped not, or I was gonna go insane. "Need something..." I repeated to myself stupidly, trying to remember their meaning. What the... oh, wait a goddamn second. It suddenly clicked.
Kudos for Tseng... he was managing to stay in control of his mentality and think about things a hell of a lot better than me. But I guess that wasn't such a big surprise. Hell, if he could keep himself looking so enthusiastic about that job of his when he was just as much a goddamn slave as me, surely a little lust would be easy to control?
Oh Okay, maybe not so easy then, as I heard his breathing. Jesus, he was panting nearly as fast as me.
"Uuuh... bedroom. Top... drawer." I slurred eventually, managing somehow to make the words make sense.
What? You think because up until a few months ago I'd considered myself straight, I didn't have any lube in my goddamn apartment? You think any self respecting womaniser nowadays would dare to live without it?
"Stay there." He growled, and then slid his teeth down my ear again for a second. I shuddered as he drew away, realising just how damn cold it was in here without Tseng's body warmth, and the feel of his skin against mine. I reluctantly let go of his back and let him get up, though I had to damn well struggle with myself for a second before I could actually let him go. I mean, I guess my brain still classed Tseng as completely unpredictable, and didn't want him to leave in case he changed his mind suddenly and climbed out a goddamn window or something. I knew better though. For one reason, Tseng's clothes were on the floor in front of me, and I very much doubted wether he'd want to walk around this neighbourhood stark naked.
Tseng slid off the couch still with that graceful precision that made him so damn gorgeous, his eyes fixed on mine the whole time, as if he was trying to reassure me he wouldn't be gone long. The hand that had been resting on my thigh trailed down my leg and then left my skin as Tseng walked away. I had to stop myself from grabbing his arm and pulling him back towards me. Instead I just leaned back and looked him over achingly as he pushed open the door that obviously led to the bedroom and walked in, suddenly out of view as he headed over to the only set of drawers I had.
I shivered again, vaguely concerned with the state I'd left my bedroom in last time I'd slept in it, but just too far gone into lust to be bothered. I looked around the room, wild eyed, breathing so damn hard I thought my lungs were gonna burst. I tried to close my eyes and just concentrate on slowing down my breathing. I was going dizzy, and if I didn't sort myself out pronto, I was gonna pass out, and then when I woke up god only knows what Tseng would think. I licked my bruised lips for a taste of him to keep me going, as I listened to the sounds of movement in the bedroom. Jesus, I don't think my body was capable of moving right then, even if I'd wanted to. Tseng had told me to stay here, and staying I was, like a goddamn obedient dog or something.
'That's it Reno, roll over. Fetch. Beg.'
I felt sick without the feel of his skin against mine, which was the first time I'd ever felt like that. It was so goddamn strange a sensation. The only excuse for it I could come up with was that I'd kinda got used to it, and I was missing it now. I was completely out of it, and not because of the two whole bottles of scotch I'd drank before he'd got here, either. I swear, that man was like a drug:
'Class A drug: Tseng. Highly addictive. Causes heavy diziness, confusion, and a heightened sex drive. Should be confiscated on sight, and users admitted to high intensity rehab.'
Managing to somehow slow my breathing down enough not to be on the verge of passing out right there, I opened my eyes again when I heard footsteps coming back. Tseng suddenly walked through doorway, a lustful but amused look on his face as he walked across the room. I couldn't help but look him over with a stupid smile, walking like he owned the place, back towards me. There was something that in anybody but Tseng could've been called laughter in his eyes, as he came and settled back in between my thighs, finally breaking my withdrawal symptoms by trailing his hands down my chest, the cold tube in his right hand making me shudder. Call me paraniod if you like, but I wondered what it was he was so amused by. I mean, either he found something about me amusing, or he'd seen something in the bedroom that I shouldn't have left out, and both ideas were kind've unnerving. I didn't have to wait long to find out though.
He raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk starting to form on his face.
"Handcuffs?"
"Ah..." I couldn't help but a smirk out despite myself. Ah... shit, Tseng had been in that top drawer, hadn't he? The top drawer where I kept all the stuff I used for the women I brought back here. That wasn't what he was smirking at, and I damn well knew it: he was smirking because those handcuffs were Shinra issue especially for SOLDIER. If I'd been in a more literate state of mind, I'd've damn well fought my way out of the situation... but what the hell. He knew they were stolen, I knew they were stolen... thats what happens when you drag a slum rat up and surround him with expensive shit. He could put me on a damn charge if he wanted... there were way more important things on my mind right now. I just shrugged and reached out to pull him closer again, wrapping a hand in his hair posessively. I watched as that smirk on his face faded to something that mirrored my expression, and he let out a hum and shivered, his eyes seeming to literally glaze over before me as I traced a hand down his bare spine. Damn, but I was already breaking out into a sweat, and we hadn't even done anything... yet.
It was so damn... surreal to see Tseng in this position. We're talking about Tseng: the man who could make the northern continent look like the damn Costa Del Sol, he was normally that cold. In two years, two months of working under him, I'd never even seen him out of a goddamn suit, let alone like this, and all I'd ever got from him was snide comments, reports and wage docks, so even though we'd got past the Shinra 'dont talk to no scum below me' heirarchy crap already, what he said next actually took me by surprise:
"Reno, has anybody ever told you really do you put the 'ass' in assassin?" he growled, eyes half closed, trying damn hard to still keep some sense of control as I carried on running a finger up his spine. I couldn't help but breathe out, in what could've passed as a laugh I suppose. I guess that was Tseng's sense of humour coming out there, and it felt damn good to hear the miserable old bastard making a joke, even if he had just called me an ass, but hey I was used to that coming from him. I suppose even out of hours, that was just part of who he was. Jesus christ, it felt good to hear myself laughing, after the shit I'd had to put up with today. If there was any ice left to break between me and Tseng, I think it just broke... at goddamn last. No more boss-subordinate stick-up-the-assedness. I licked my lips and smirked as I pulled him closer.
"Yeah... I've been... told that once or twice."
Tseng's eyes flashed, and he leaned forward and kissed me forcefully for a second, catching me off-guard before I managed to comply and kiss back, his tongue flicking against mine and a hand in my hair at the back, loosening my ponytail. Well, at least I knew he hadn't cooled off on his trip to the next room. Ah Christ, I couldn't believe how smooth his skin was, pressed against my rough, fair skinned, scarred damn carcass.
He finally loosened my 'tail and my hair fell loose on my shoulder, then he sat back and looked me over, as though I was a goddamn exhibition or something, and started unscrewing the tube he still had in his hand. I gulped silently, knowing all too well just what was coming next, but knowing it would be different this time. This time I wanted it... so fucking badly, so this time I was prepared for something different. Tseng looked at me with a concerned frown when I rested my head against the cushion behind me and let out a long breath. Heh... just call me psychic, because I knew exactly what the next words from his mouth were going to be.
"Reno -"
"You say that... one... more time Tseng, I'm gonna haveta... shove that tube... of lube up... your ass."
Tseng shot me a look that screamed 'I'd love to see you try' and squeezed out some lube onto a pair of fingers.
Oh shit... you have no idea how suggestive my goddamn brain can be, and even when I'm in the most blatantly sexual situations, it still somehow fixes on to something tiny and insignificant and fills my head so full of images I'm about damn ready to burst right there. And the way Tseng was applying that lube to his fingers... I actually moaned and shifted around under him at just the thought of him doing that to me.
Tseng's eyes flickered up at me when I moaned, probably wondering what the hell was up with me, but hey, can I help it if my libido gets the better of me? Hell, if he were here with him, wouldn't he be in the same state?
I suddenly realised a greased hand had laid itself on my shoulder blade, and Tseng was looking at me with what was probably concern. After all, he didn't know just how goddamn badly I needed this. He probably still wasn't sure wether I was thinking straight after all the shit, but to be honest I dont think I've ever goddamn needed something as much as right now. It's true, I felt kinda stupid, feeling this wantful of somone. I mean hell, that was definitely something new for me. I've always been the suave, smooth-talking, irresistible asshole of Shinra. But right now I couldn't exactly be called suave. Goddamn desperate, maybe. As for smooth-talking, my stupid piece of shit brain was seizing up with needing him so bad, that I couldn't even smooth-talk an old hag like Scarlet if I'd tried. And irresistible... heh yeah right. I hadn't touched a comb or any goddamn hair gel in over a week, and I was covered with totally unflattering bruises and a huge bloody wound in my back. I hardly felt exactly like the sexiest guy in Midgar right now. The weird thing was I didn't care about my pride right now. I mean fuck, this was Tseng, goddamn it! Who gave a damn about pride right now? I know I didn't. Even though I looked and felt like fuck beyond the lust, I didn't give a damn, because Tseng didn't seem to give a damn either. There was no reason to act up, nobody to impress.
His other hand, the one with the lube, was hovering just in front of me, and for a moment didn't seem to be moving. At all. I frowned and shifted restlessly.
Oh Jesus Christ, Tseng!
Holy crap, my brain felt about ready to explode with goddamn frustration! I couldn't take this waiting any more! I moaned again, my damn breathing getting harder and harder to control and looked at him, eyes most likely glazed over, my vision blurred like hell. My hips lifted themselves as best they could, the wound stinging as it pressed against the back on the couch, but my head too damn out of it to care. I managed to do one last thing of my own free will. I nodded.
Tseng's eyes didn't leave mine the whole time, and the hand on my shoulder tightened its grip slightly as I felt those long, cold, wet fingers slip under me and slowly press against my ass.
Holy fuck... if that 'puddle of goo' thing was ever going to happen, it would have been right then.
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