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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
- 22
- 23
- 24
"Nnngh..." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut against the feeling as Tseng's fingers slipped past the ring of muscle and slowly slid up into my ass, working their way deeper as my walls got used to their presence.
Oh yeah Reno, one of the most damn unbelieveable moments in your useless existence, and the best you can manage is 'nnngh'? Hardly a damn sonnet, but then when have I ever said things that sound even remotely poetic? 'Nnngh' was probably the only thing I could've possibly said right at that goddamn second: I was more interested in keeping myself from wimpering like a girl than making myself look good right now. Only two days ago, Rufus had been leaning over my fucking bed, pounding into me like I was some emotionless damn sex toy, and the results of that were still... painful... in more ways than one. I wasn't gonna let Tseng know that though, because I knew exactly what he'd say and do: He'd put on that cold business stare that annoyed and intimidated me so damn much, frown, say "I don't want to hurt you." or some other such responsible shit, and then walk straight out, leaving me here, whimpering on the couch out of complete damn need. And if you think I was gonna let that happen when I'd been waiting so long, you're sicker in the head than I am.
I clenched my teeth against the vague pain and the strangest feeling of Tseng's fingers actually moving inside me. I could feel his eyes on me, searching me, probably looking for any sign of discomfort. He knew what had happened to me after all, and being the annoyingly... stupidly responsible asshole he was, was probably still unsure wether he was doing the right thing. Ah Christ he was going so maddeningly slowly, too, or at least to me it seemed damn slow. I let out a ragged breath and found myself instinctively parting my legs further as Tseng's fingers finally slid completely into me, his fingers feeling so damn good as they slid against my ass, I couldn't help but let a moan pass through my clenched teeth. Jesus I didn't know wether I'd make it to the main event, the way my cock was just tingling at the way he was touching me.
The first time this had been done to me, I'd hated it. And I mean... really fucking hated it. As in, if given the choice between it and having my balls rubbed with a cheesegrater, I would've chosen the damn cheesegrater. But now? This was something...completely different to what had happened before. Maybe it was just because I wanted this so droolingly, ball-bustingly much, but the way Tseng's fingers were moving... so sure of what he was doing, so damn easily, that might've been the reason. Damn, this was... so much easier than before. Rufus had hurt me, not giving a damn wether I enjoyed it or not, as long as he got his kicks, but Tseng was doing this as easily as he could, knowing how fucked up my head must be, and probably thinking how hard it must be for me to even consider doing this with him, but the truth was... damn, the truth was that it was harder for me to think of not doing this. Tseng was the only person in the whole damn world that I actually completely trusted, and thats a fact. I trusted him not to fuck around with me, and thats why, even though my mind still felt on the edge of a fucking breakdown... even though two days ago, Reno of the Turks had been... raped, and even though those godawful images still spun through my head like a fucking carousel, my mind was still clear on one thing:
I...needed Tseng.
I was drawn back to reality when he just stopped, his fingers buried completely in me, the warmth of smooth, dark, Wutaian skin sending shudders down my already sweating spine as my muscles spasmed, getting slowly used to the feeling of something being inside me. I felt him lean over me again with a low hum, and I managed to open my eyes and look up at him. Damn, the guy looked so fucking sexy, staring into my eyes with... jesus what in the hell was that emotion? I blinked in surprise at his expression. There was concern there as usual, yeah, but there was... something else too, and dammit but I just couldn't work out what it was. He stopped barely a few milimetres from my face, so that his hair was moving in front of me as I let out pant after pant, trying desperately to make myself relax. 'Fuck it Tseng, don't stop now.' I thought to myself, and ended up pushing against his fingers and looking up at him pleadingly. Yeah I knew even then that that was something completely and utterly unmanly for me to do, but fuck, for once I really didn't care. I could be forgiven for that: Not only had all the shit this week turned me into a goddamn emotional wreck, but I'd fantasised about this for so fucking long... I was desperate. I was literally aching for him to carry on, my whole damn body covered in sweat and shaking like I was some stupid scared little virgin girl.
Heh... Damn Reno... never thought I'd see the day when you were the one who was desperate.
Tseng's eyes half closed when he felt me pushing back against his fingers, probably letting his imagination carry him away for a second before he bit his lip and shook his head. Jesus this was fucking torture! I could feel my damn cock straining under the pressure of what he was doing, and I felt like screaming. What the hell was he doing? Teasing me? Fuck it he better not be, or I was gonna bust.
He looked at me darkly.
"Reno...?" He whispered, sort've gingerly.
I just looked at him. Being me, it was difficult to say out loud what it was I wanted to say, but I tried anyway, with one hell of a lump in my throat.
"Tseng please... don't stop. Jesus Christ, I need this so fucking badly."
Oh shit... I just used the 'n' word. I just told the truth.
OK Reno, and those would be tears in your eyes right now. I blinked them back, but not before Tseng could notice them.
For a second he just stayed like that, maybe wondering how in the hell a guy like me could force himself to tell the truth about stuff like that, and then he leaned right over me and kissed me, his free hand on my cheek.
And everything - Rufus, Don Corneo, The wound in my back, the way my head had been perpetually spinning... just melted away. For the first time in what seemed forever, I didn't give a damn.
When that kiss ended, Tseng's hand traced along my scar for a second gently before it trailed down my cheek and my neck to curl around my back. Was it just me, or did I see tears in his eyes too for a brief second there? It had to be just me, just me and my screwed vision - Tseng doesn't cry, he's smarter than that. But still, I couldn't help but wonder...
"Reno I need you to relax." He said quietly, and I nodded. I was trying damn hard...
Through the sound of panting and my heart beating in my ears, I made out what could've been a whimper coming from somewhere. Okay...and there it was again! What the hell...?
It took me a while to realise that it was me.
The hell? I was whimpering? And damn loud too, now I realised it was me that stupid sound was coming from. Damn my body! It must really fucking hate me, the way it'd been acting this past week: my legs, my cock, my psyche... and now my voicebox. I managed somehow to stop myself, but I knew damn well it was too late to hide it. My heart nearly stopped. Shit, what in hell must Tseng think?
One look up at him gave me the answer. He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow and let out a low, throaty growl that nearly made me shoot my load right then and there, it was so sexy.
Damn, well the tiny bit of control I had left just went out the window then. I swear, that growl, and the rumbling it sent through me from where our chests were pressed against each other drove me to the brink of insanity, and just when I thought I couldn't take any more...Tseng's fingers... began... to move.
"Hnnn fuck!" I moaned, tensing up again for a second and wrapping my arms instinctively around his back as I felt his fingers withdraw from my ass, and then slowly move back again. Oh fuck I was going to pass out in a second. I hadn't felt this turned on in... actually I dont think I've ever been this turned on. And we're talking about me here. We're talking about Reno: the guy who's been inside chicks' pants more times than Shinra's filled his fat face with meals, and yet here I was, sitting on my couch with gorgeous, perfect Tseng over me, and it was turning me on more than anything in my entire life. Ah damn. Makes me wonder why I never tried swinging this way years ago. Heh... guess I can thank my overactive machoism for that.
Tseng's fingers stopped again, leaving me panting at the feeling, still clinging to his back like it was the only thing stopping me from just collapsing into a heap on the damn floor. I knew I was tense as fuck, and thats why Tseng had stopped again, but holy fuck, wouldn't you be? Still, if I didn't calm down soon, Tseng might take it that I wasn't ready, and holy crap I couldn't allow that to happen. I was trying desperately to calm down and relax, but it was taking all my strength just to remember how to goddamn breathe. Tseng opened his eyes again.
"Calm down." He murmured at me reassuringly, using his free hand to brush my hair out of my face carefully. Oh yeah? And what did he think I was trying to do here? Pray for rain?
Before my brain could think of an answer even remotely cocky enough for me to make the effort to speak, Tseng was kissing me, slowly brushing his tongue against mine. Ah...fuck it. I don't know how in hell he did it, what it was that was so special about that kiss, but it made the arms that had been clinging desperately - probably painfully - to Tseng's back fall loose at my sides, and every single muscle in my body went limp and I collapsed against the couch. Well... I say every muscle. Every muscle except the important one, and that was goddamn throbbing as Tseng moved his fingers again, still kissing me and capturing my groans in his mouth, returning them with those low purring ones of his own. This time I actually was relaxed... and actually damn surprised that Tseng didn't touch my prostate once as his fingers moved in and out of me. I think he must have been trying hard to avoid it. Its weird how that guy can be the cruelest, most stoic son of a bitch in Midgar at work, and then be thinking about me so goddamn much out of hours, trying to spare me the shock he probably thought I'd get if he played around with that thing. One hell of a good thing too, considering the state I was in already. The last thing I needed was a little extra stimulation.
After a few seconds he started to scissor his fingers, and fuck, but it made me groan louder into his mouth. My entire body arched up towards him before whatever that kiss was doing to me kicked in again and I sank back down, kissing back at him and relishing the taste that up until this morning, I'd only even dreamed about, unable to even move my damn arm to wrap in his hair like his was doing to me. All I could do was lie there and moan up at him as his fingers slid in and out of my ass. Hell, my breathing sounded like the damn Midgar train running at full pelt, and this whole crazy situation was making the room spin for me. Eventually I figured it was easier to close my eyes and save myself the damn confusion.
Tseng stopped again, fingers buried completely inside me again and halted the kiss, though by this time I was so far gone into lust I couldn't stop myself following him up like a damn girl. Not that it got me another kiss. The next thing I knew I was holding back whimpers of loss behind gritted teeth, as I realised Tseng's fingers weren't inside me any more.
I opened my eyes with a deep breath... to find that - yup the room was still spinning, dammit... and Tseng was kneeling between my legs on the edge of the couch, a vaguely amused look on his face. I reached across subconsciously and ran a hand down his chest, to feel his muscles twitch and shudder under my touch. I cocked my head to one side confusedly at him, at least, I think it was to one side. My brain wasn't really sure which way was up down, left or right right now.
God it was like I'd been on double whiskeys all night, only a hell of a lot more potent.
"...so damn funny?" I managed to breathe at him, my muscles finally coming back to life now Tseng had let up kissing me. He didn't even blink, and then came out with something... incredibly damn flattering.
"You, Reno." He came out with, smirking with a hand resting on my knee as he reached for the lube again.
Well gee, thanks Tseng. Glad to see I give you some fucking entertainment...
I watched, damn hypnotised as Tseng squeezed out more lube onto his fingers, and then started stroking himself slowly. Damn, what a show... I swear, my fingers were twitching like hell to join in with him, but I managed to pull some self control outta the air from somewhere and restrain myself. I don't really think Tseng would've appreciated it if I'd started messing around with his cock while he was preparing himself. Oh but fuck... you ever had those dreams where, the dude/chick you lusted after's touching themself? This was like that, only 100 times more fantastic, due to the fact that Tseng's body was like one of those guys you see on TV that've had plastic surgery or some such shit to make them perfect. And all the time he was doing it, he was staring straight at me, lips parted slightly to let out pants and his eyes half closed.
'I see where this is going,' I thought, still trailing a hand up and down his chest as he covered himself with lube, 'he's tryin' to make me drown in my own drool.'
In the end my instinct got the better of me, and my trailing fingers started to get lower and lower, until my hand was actually trailing up and down Tseng's greased length. Oddly enough he didn't even complain, he just looked even more lustful than before, and damn, but just the feeling of touching him made my hips shift up off the couch and I sat up, leaning in towards him as my hand automatically ended up on top of his as he stroked himself. I think he tried to say my name or something, though he didn't get past the 'Re' before it turned into another rumble of a groan and his hand stopped moving.
Call me an ass kisser, say I'm a sucker, on normal days I'd kick your teeth out, ram them down your throat and stick my boot up your ass.. but when it came to him... ah damn, but I'd have to agree with you, and Tseng's lips being parted like they were... dammit, but I kissed him on instinct, and this time it was him who was caught off guard, probably not expecting the nervous asshole I'd been a second ago to try anything like that. After a second of realising I wasn't about to back off he moaned into the kiss and both hands wrapped around my back. The next thing I knew we were leaning back against the couch, and then... Tseng gave in to an involuntary jerk of his hips.
Holy crap... I gasped my way out of that damn kiss and stars flew past my eyes as Tseng's greased length brushed against mine for a second. Tseng seemed kinda surprised at it too: his head arched back and his eyes squeezed themselves shut for a second before he looked back down at me glassy-eyed. Thinking about it with my half-dead brain... if that was Tseng's reaction to just a touch... then...
...maybe he wanted me nearly as much as I wanted him.
Well fuck me... I didn't see that one coming.
Actually, I was hoping pretty damn hard that first sentence was gonna be made literal soon... damn soon, if I could help it. I swear if I waited any longer for him I was gonna lose my mind and turn into a gibbering wreck... that is, if this week hadn't turned me into one already.
After we'd both stopped panting from the shock, Tseng shifted above me, and suddenly I could feel his cock resting against my ass. And then my breathing doubled and I nearly passed out. For a second my eyes flickered into the back of my head and if the room was spinning before, then it was suddenly spinning a damn sight faster. I think this is the moment where my defunct brain finally caught up with the rest of me, and realised that Tseng was actually physically here. This time it wasn't just my twisted little imagination pretending...ah Jesus Reno... the guy you're in love with, the one you risked your damn pathetic self-obsessed little life for, the one you'd given up hope of ever being able to touch without him flinching... Tseng... is about to have sex with you.
I dont know what the hell the point was in what I did next. I'd never done anything like that with any of the girls I'd been with. Even with those I'd actually liked more than just for their bodies, most of what happened between us was purely sex. Hard, instinctive, emotionless sex. But Tseng was... damn different. He wasn't just some bit of skirt I'd picked up at the bar and brought back, impressed by my Turks' uniform and good looks. Maybe being used by Rufus had changed me more than I thought, I really don't have a goddamn clue, but on some strange impulse I lifted a hand and placed it on Tseng's cheek. And the point was...? There was no point, except that Tseng's cheek was there, and I wanted to touch it. Maybe it was... a way of saying thank you. I couldn't see Tseng's face that clearly, due to my eyesight being completely screwed, but I felt him lean in slightly towards my hand, and shit, but it made my heart skip a beat.
'Come on Tseng,' I whispered to myself in my dazed, now incredibly confused head, 'I've been waiting for this two damn years.'
Tseng's expression suddenly looked vaguely surprised.
"You've been waiting for me that long?"
OK how in the hell did he... ah fuck I must've said that out loud. Not surprising really, the state my mind was in, and wait a second... had I said two years? That couldn't be damn right, I'd only even considered being attracted to the guy a few months ago. Or had I? The first day I'd been marched into Tseng's office with the words 'new recruit, kick him into shape' from the Shinra soldier as he slammed the door closed behind me... Reno, push the testosterone away from your brain just for a second and think about it, way back then, when you were still a stupid, straight-as-they-come rookie, maybe...
"Yeah." I admitted, with a gulp and a sheepish smile, to myself as much as to Tseng. "Yeah I guess I have."
Tseng's face darkened for a second, giving me yet another damn heart attack that I'd said the wrong thing, but it just flickered across his face before his face softened into that goddamn strange look of affection, his arms tightened around my back, and he slowly... carefully started to push into me.
I'd been preparing myself for something... damn painful, I mean, my experience of this so far hadn't exactly been the most easy going step by step introduction. I had my eyes clenched shut and my teeth gritted in anticipation, remembering how painful it had been even that first time in his office. I was holding my breath, waiting for that exact same feeling to come back, as Tseng let most of his body weight rest on me, and his length slid slowly into my ass.
My breathing hitched, lights flashed behind my closed lids, and my hands slid posessively up Tseng's back as he took it easy on me, somehow staving off that lust of his and only taking me inch by inch, and you wanna know something? Something I hadn't expected? Something that surprised me so damn much, my eyes shot open in surprise? It felt good.
It felt fucking good.
"Mmmmm..." was the only thing Tseng said when my legs strangely started to curl up around his waist, and he was completely inside me.
"Could-n't have put...it bet-ter mysel-f boss." I panted stupidly, burying my face in his shoulder with a moan when he started to draw out again.
We settled into a rhythm like that, slow, but so fucking good. Tseng thrusting into me, and then slowly withdrawing, as I instinctively pushed back against his thrusts. Jesus, just to feel this guy inside me, to feel that smooth toned skin against mine was... mind blowingly unbelievable. I'm definitely no stranger to sex, and you could hardly say I hadn't done it this way before, after Rufus, but it felt like I was a damn virgin again. The sensations were crazily realistic, and the sound of Tseng's breathing and those low growling moans in my ear just made it feel all that much better. Goddamn, but I was moaning in pretty much a continuous fucking drone, sucking at Tseng's collarbone like a chew toy, so conveniently positioned under my mouth, as we followed a rhythm that could've been written for us it seemed so damn right.
"Shit." I moaned, mouth unclamping itself from Tseng's shoulder and my head automatically pushing against the cushion behind me as Tseng picked up the pace a little. Obviously he'd finally convinced himself I wasn't gonna shatter into a million pieces if he thrust a little harder.
Ah yeah, the most romantic thing ever to come outta my mouth. No poetry or flattery from stupid, under-educated Reno. 'Shit' was the best Tseng was gonna get outta me, but I was pretty sure he understood Renoish gibbering by now. Hopefully he understood that 'shit' translated as 'Jesus Christ Tseng! This feels so damn good, don't stop or I'm gonna go insane.'
He didn't stop, thank fuck, and our hands clawed at each others' sweating backs desperately, Tseng being careful to avoid the bandages and that godawful wound that was stinging like fuck as blood mingled with sweat. Not that I was particularly bothered, due to the slight distraction of the nearly painful throbbing in between my legs and a goddamn beautiful Wutaian Turk lying over me, staring at me lustfully through glazed eyes as he thrust into me at a slowly increasing rhythm.
Damn, well if that doesn't count as a distraction, I dont know what does.
As the pace sped up, Tseng started to thrust harder, jerking a moan out of me every damn time, and matching it with one of his own. Obviously he was getting as much pleasure out of this as me... or maybe not then, as at one point, Tseng hit my prostate. Hard.
I moaned something incredibly incomprehensible up at him, eyes clenched tight as white specs passed in front of them. Holy crap, and on the next thrust he hit it again harder and I shouted, clawing at the back of his neck and pulling him down into a wild kiss. Tseng didn't protest, only losing rhythm for a second as I desperately moaned into his mouth, starting to shiver from the exhertion of what we were doing. You know... looking back I kinda have to admit that, being in the state I was - both mentally and physically, this wasn't exactly the cleverest thing for us to have done, but if anybody thought I would've passed this up just for my fucking health, they'd have another thing coming.
We were speeding up pretty fast now, the moans both of us had been letting out turning into quiet grunts, and the occasional illiterate shout from me when Tseng hit my sensitive spot. The world was spinning, the blood was rushing through me so damn hard I was in danger of having a cardiac arrest, and we were both sweating so much, I'm surprised we both didn't just turn into a puddle of sweat on the couch. Tseng suddenly rested his forehead against mine as a hand trailed down from my back along my waist, and I opened my dazed eyes to see Tseng's hot brown ones right in front of me, staring at me with that goddamn heart stopping look of affection again. I had no idea what the hell it meant, and to be perfectly honest I didn't care. Affection is affection, right? And affection coming from Tseng? Thats gotta mean something pretty damn unique. The bit that got me though, was the way he whispered my name at me, and I shuddered just from the sound of it. Ah damn, I couldn't help saying his back at him. Fuck, I swear by the time this was over, I was gonna have turned into some fully-fledged asshole of a romantic. I mean Jesus Reno, you'd broken most of your rules for the guy already:
1)Never open up more than you need to
2)Never fall in love
3)Never risk your own neck for someone else
4)Never admit you need anyone or anything
I'd broken every single one of them on Tseng, so did it matter if I broke the last few I had and went into complete romantic mode? Did anybody apart from me really give a damn if I did? Besides, after all Tseng had done for me... after all the shit I'd landed him in, he deserved a little honesty.
So I cracked. Reno 'Midgar', employee number 74891, member of the Turks Special Operations A.K.A the Scumbag, Hardnuts of Shinra Inc, for once cracked, and stopped acting like an egocentric, vain, womanising, bigoted idiot, letting my body do what it wanted, including my voicebox, which decided the best way to go was to moan so loud I swear the whole of Midgar must've heard it, and occasionally shout Tseng's name whenever he hit my prostate. I was shaking so hard now, and the pace we were setting was fast and so damn needful. Neither of us could hold back any more, not even Tseng and his seemingly endless ream of defence mechanisms. The low, semi-controlled moans from earlier had just disappeared as he got close. What was coming from Tseng now was something I could hardly believe... something that actually sounded needful.
Tseng? Needful? In the same sentence? Well holy crap, can you believe it?
The hand slowly sliding down my waist suddenly headed in a different direction, and my damn eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as it grabbed hold of my leaking cock and began to stroke. Heh... another illiterate moan from me as Tseng increased the pace again with a grunt, and his hand pumped at me in time to the pace, still forehead-to-forehead with me though his eyes were closed now, obviously trying to find that something that would tip him over the edge. Damn, what had started out as slow and gentle had turned into a complete fucking frenzy... for both of us, me still moaning over and over like a demented parrot, hands scrabbling at his neck and back, legs wrapped tight round his waist and rocking into his touch, and Tseng moaning and grunting, pumping me hard and his other arm curled around my back, thrusting into me in some kind of trance as he searched for release, both of us completely lost in the feeling of what we were doing.
I have no idea wether Tseng knew he was doing it, or wether it was some kind of accident, but suddenly my back physically arched up and I shouted stupidly loud as he rammed against my prostate, and then just as I actually started breathing again, he did it again, and again. My lungs started to goddamn burn from the lack of oxygen in them as I held my breath against the feeling. Four times in a row he hit the damn thing, and by the end of it my lungs felt like they were burning out, and my body was ready to collapse. All I could see was white stars, and for a second I was prepared to swear I'd gone fucking blind. And then... he hit it again.
For a second all I could do was just shudder silently like I'd gone into shock or something. The burning in the bottom of my stomach began to grow. My cock twitched under Tseng's still pumping hand, and then somehow knowing I was so close, Tseng slid his thumb over my slit.
Damn, well those white stars were becoming pretty familiar to me by now, as they appeared under my squeezed shut lids and my hips started to jerk. I was clutching to Tseng's back so damn hard by now, I'm sure it must've left bruises, and then I shouted his name as at goddamn last I finally came, my load filling the space between me and Tseng as I continued to jerk at the orgasm I'd waited two whole years to get to.
Jesus Christ, as good as my sex life has been, nothing compared to this. Nothing had ever made me feel this goddamn satisfied, and trust me: over the years I've tried nearly every tecnique in the book, baby.
I clutched to Tseng like a weird, four legged spider as it finally ended, and felt as Tseng still pounded into me, the look on that normally stoic face of his screwed up tight, telling me he was so close it was painful. He only lasted a few seconds more than me, and then he braced himself, head on my shoulder and started to jerk and shudder, moaning my name, looking so damn beautiful I swear I could've been ready to start over again. That was, if my body didn't suddenly feel like it'd been run over several times by a herd of crazed stampeding chocobos.
Correction: A herd of crazed stampeding chocobos... wearing steel-capped army boots.
I felt as the last of Tseng's load coated my walls with warmth, and then both me and Tseng clung to each other for a second, our heads spinning, completely fucked up by the force of the orgasm.
Damn, if that wasn't the best sex I've ever had then I must be more screwed in the head than I thought. I couldn't speak, could barely think, I could swear what we'd just done had impaired my vision for life, and my lungs were painfully sore as I panted into them, shivering like hell as my muscles decided wether or not they were still going to work. Eventually they gave up the strain, and I sank back onto the couch, unwrapping my legs from around Tseng's waist and turning into a lump of inanimate, fucked up Reno-shaped skin and bones. Christ, I couldn't move a muscle, and I don't think Tseng was far off my state either. I could feel him shivering under my fingers, and when I collapsed he followed me down, resting on top of me tiredly, his head still buried into my shoulder so that all I could see was that damn gorgeous hair resting on his shoulders and my chest.
You ever get those times where, no matter how fucked up your head seems to be, no matter what stupid, meaningless shit you've been worrying about that you thought was the be-all and end-all of your crummy little, whiskey-and-cigarette toting, life, you suddenly don't give a fuck anymore, and you're actually, honest-to-God happy? Well this was mine. Rufus and his mind fuck didn't matter to me right now, it was over. Yes, what had happened made me shudder, and the images in my head made me sick to my goddamn stomach, but... I no longer felt like I deserved to be treated like that. I didn't feel like worthless scum anymore. Nothing could touch me. Not a damn thing, and I had Tseng to thank for that.
Ah damn, I think my body was about to just give up and die on me: My muscles felt like I'd have to have a years worth of physiotherapy before I could move again, my lungs were burning, the wound in my back was stinging, and I still couldn't see a damn thing properly, but listen to this:
I. Didn't. Give. A. Fuck.
Rufus could never lay a finger on me again, Don Corneo was down in sector 6 cradling his scorched balls and cowering, scared shitless that I was gonna come back feed him his own equipment, and me and Tseng had just fucked each other senseless. Damn it felt like my luck had flipped 180 in the last day. What the hell did I do to deserve this? Don't ask me, as far as I could see I'd been just as much a pretentious asshole this past day as I ever was. Maybe whatever weird deity presided over my life had finally got bored fucking with my mind.
I just couldn't help but sigh in relief, dammit. 'Jesus Reno, you're turning into more of an old woman with every minute. Get a grip'
Eventually Tseng stopped panting and moved, sliding out of me slowly with a groan, trying to spare me any pain, and planting a kiss on my neck before he looked me in the eye. Me? I was still panting like a goddamn asthmatic dog from the aftershock when Tseng brushed my sweat-slicked bangs of hair out of my eyes carefully. There was sweat dripping down his face, and he looked about as exhausted as I felt, but somehow still managed to pull off that over-serious look he sometimes gets. Where he found the strength from for that, I dont know, but that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me was what the hell that look was saying...
Jesus if it were anyone but Tseng, I'd say that was guilt in his face right about now.
"Reno..." he said, unbelievably finding the strength to speak. His hand curled around the back of my neck as he stared at me darkly. "...you ok?"
Ahuh, and that was definitely guilt there. Well... I probably looked like fuck right now, and he was probably wondering if he'd pushed me too hard. I mean both of us had been working on instinct, and I had a feeling Tseng had been going faster and pushing harder than he'd been intending to. He was probably feeling guilty that he'd let himself go, as usual being way too responsible for his own good.
I opened my mouth to speak, realised I didn't remember how to, and then decided it would be easier to kiss him in response. Somehow finding the strength to wrap my hands around his neck and draw him towards me. Damn, but just being able to do that, without him tensing up and pushing me away like scum, some stoic disgusted glare on his face, was so damn incredible. Tseng's hand caressed the back of my neck as we kissed, slowly. There was no urgency in what we were doing, so why rush? If it were up to me, I would've stayed like that all night, but eventually Tseng had to spoil it and draw away, but he held on to my bottom lip for a second before he did. Damn, how could this guy hide so much passion behind a goddamn blue suit? It was ridiculous.
I couldn't help but smile lopsidedly when Tseng's face curled up into a smirk, and he started that trademark purr he passed off as a laugh as he brushed my loose red hair over my shoulder.
"Mmmm?"
Tseng licked his lips for a second before he murmured back.
"You know... I think this is the first time I've ever been able to shut you up."
I just smiled.
"You know... what to do... next time then, don't you?" I somehow managed to mumble back and then raised an eyebrow suggestively. For once after so much shit I actually felt... goddamn happy. Happy enough to make a Renoistic joke anyway, and I think we've already established here that I have a one track mind when it comes to Tseng. Tseng narrowed his eyes suspiciously and tugged at my hair chidingly.
"Nice try Reno." He said, seeing the joke and actually smirking at it, still caressing the back of my neck. "Anyway, I don't think Rude would appreciate it too much..." he teased, raising an eyebrow and kissing me again for a second, before he rolled over and lay lengthwise along the couch, still with that smirk attatched to his face "...that is, unless you'd prefer him to get involved?"
Okay, and I've just realised what a sick sense of humour Tseng has. I swear if I weren't too tired I would've thrown up. A threesome with Rude? Oh great, now I'm gonna have nightmares. Thanks a bunch, Tseng.
I pulled a face at him that said 'that's beyond disgusting', which he seemed to find amusing for some reason, and then I just sort've... collapsed on top of him with my head on his chest. If Tseng thought he was leaving any time soon, he was goddamn mistaken. I was too damn comfortable, the asshole would have to drag me off him first. Damn, forget whiskey, forget cigarettes, forget that freaky godawful Mako shit up in the hospital wing, just let me get frisky with Tseng every night and I'd be a happy guy... A goddamn exhausted guy, but happy as hell.
"Nah... I don't think Rude'd be able to keep up." I said, mockingly pretending to consider it. "Besides," I carried on, crawling painfully up his chest until my head was resting under his chin, "I think Tseng's company."
Tseng tensed for a minute, and I felt more than saw something like unease go through him. For a second I thought he was getting ready to sit up, but he didn't. In the end he just sighed and relaxed again, putting a hand on my neck resignedly.
"Reno?"
"Mmm?"
"Shut up for once in your life?"
I closed my eyes and felt a smirk creeping across my face. Now there's the Tseng I knew. It was kind of weird that it actually made me feel good to hear him insult me, but what the hell? That was just Tseng I guess.
"You got it boss." I mumbled, and lay there with an honest-to-God, genuine smile on my face as I fell asleep.
After an entire week of shit, after an entire week of slowly losing my mind, feeling like scum, being... goddamn it, being used. After an entire week of feeling so low I was close to cracking and jumping out of a fucking window somewhere...
At last something... was finally going right for me.
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