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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
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It's one of life's utter damn cruelties.
Up there with the hangover, up there with that stupid unspoken law that the hottest chicks are always the ones with the most fuck-ugly boyfriends, up there with that thing some people seem to insist... that being a Turk means you have to be sober...
How come my damn body always decides I need to take a leak in the middle of the night?
I moaned miserably back into consciousness, all too aware that every muscle in my puny little body was complaining like fuck. Holy crap, even muscles in places I didn't even know I had muscles were aching, and I moaned again louder as I tried to sit up to stretch and go relieve my damn bladder. Man I hate my body, it always knows how to make me feel uncomfortable, and it loves doing things that disturb my sleep, which sucks, because sleeping is my third favourite thing.
I grunted incoherently when my muscles started to shake, before finally collapsing under me and I fell flat back against the couch, stubbornly refusing to open my eyes to meet that annoying greenish glow that came from the goddamn Shinra reactor not 3 blocks away from my apartment.
Damn, no wonder this neighbourhood was so cheap to rent. Highest fatality rate in Midgar, apartments small enough for a claustraphobic guy to pitch a fit, stench from the sewers that made it feel like you were downing a pint of sewage every time you breathed in, and a goddamn stupid nightime glow of green that made it look like someone had gone around my place sneezing radioactive phlegm all over my fucking furniture. I would get a better place... if I could afford it, but a hired hitman's wages aren't exactly great, and for scum like me this is as good as it gets. This place did have its redeeming features though - mostly the fact that it was within staggering distance of a pretty cheap bar, so I wasn't complaining. What I was complaining about - and pretty damn badly - was the fact that my muscles ached, my head was pounding, my goddamn bladder was full to bursting, and the whole of my lower back felt like someone had held a flamethrower to it for an hour. Damn I felt messed up... what the hell had I been doing last night? I honestly couldn't remember, that goddamn hangover of mine was too heavy for me to think straight. Damn alcohol, sometimes I actually do regret that dependency of mine. I screwed my face up in the utter strain of trying to remember...
'Come on Reno, one step at a time, get that half a brain of yours into forward gear.'
I gulped silently as I slowly remembered, waking up in the Don's mansion this morning, ready to die, Rude saving us, being in the hospital wing, discharging myself and heading up to my office... then Rufus came in and...
For a second I just froze where I was as I remembered that name, images from the scene flickering slowly into my tired brain as I lie there, my stomach about ready to bring up the last thing I had to eat and add it in a neat little pile to my carpet. Rufus Shinra... Had Rufus done this to me, the sick little fuck? Then why the hell was I collapsed on my couch in my goddamn apartment and not in my office? Rufus wouldn't have followed me home or something, would he? I wouldn't put it past him, and as the images continued to flash in my brain, I began wondering, if I opened my eyes and looked around, wether I'd see that evil bastard, standing over me with those cold, sadistic blue eyes looking me over at what he'd done...
No. I shook the thought out of my head as quick as I could. If Rufus had done it, you'd be in a hell of a lot more pain than you are now, Reno. He didn't do this to you, he couldn't have done...
Then who the hell did?
I concentrated and tried to remember further than that, and trust me, for a guy like me, even when I'm not fucked up and hungover, concentration's a pretty damn hard thing to achieve, and it was hurting my tired little brain like hell. Come on Reno think... Rufus didn't even get that far. You were rescued before things could go that far. Tseng came in and...
I blinked slowly as the word clicked into place in my head.
... Tseng?
... Jesus Christ... Tseng!
My breathing hitched and my eyes finally shot open as I remembered the rest of the night, what had happened after that, Tseng's skin on mine... Tseng's lips on mine... Tseng's fucking gorgeous body on top of mine, ah Jesus, moving on top of mine...
Holy fuck, I think my brain just crashed.
I just lay there for a second, paralysed in shock as it all flooded back to me, a lazy smile starting to creep across my tired face as I stared around the dim green glowing room, wild eyed as it slowly sank in, my smoke and alcohol choked heart barely managing to keep beating.
Tseng... was here. Tseng, that stoic son of a bitch, that damn sadistic, coldass boss of mine, had spent the night with me, Jesus Christ had actually opened up to me, unless my head was more fucked than I thought and making shit up. At goddamn last that stupid, cold barrier of his had come crashing down and I'd been allowed past it. No more feeling like scum under his glare. No more having to hide the fact I found him so goddamn gorgeous. Damn, I was on a high just at the thought of it.
Tseng, head of the Turks, had moaned my name at me, and damn, did it feel good to know he didn't just think of me as some puss-filled zit on the face of humanity any more. I closed my eyes again with a sigh - of relief I guess - and reached up to wrap a hand tiredly in Tseng's long, fucking gorgeous black hair, not for any reason in particular, but just because I was allowed to...
... and felt the material of the couch underneath my empty fingers.
I stopped, almost making sure my senses were actually working properly before I frowned confusedly and felt around, as though Tseng was just something I'd misplaced or something, but all I felt under my fingers was the rough material of my crappy, worn old sofa. I felt my stomach suddenly churn up in knots as I opened my eyes and looked down at the couch beneath me. I swear I actually stopped breathing when I saw what I'd been fucking dreading...
The sofa was empty.
Tseng wasn't here.
I sat up slowly, damn confused I tried to figure out what the hell had happened. Sure my bladder was complaining, but there were way more important things for me to be thinking about than taking a leak. For instance, wondering where the hell Tseng was. I rubbed my eyes and stared around my dim green glowing living room, as if expecting him to be standing there with an amused smirk, waiting for me to wake up. Heh... me and my wishful thinking. He wasn't there, not that I'd expected him to be. I had one horrible feeling welling up in my stomach, but I pushed it back down and tried to think. Ah fuck, you can't tell me that whole damn experience had been a sadisticly wishful dream? If it was, then it had been a goddamn realistic one, though I wouldn't put it past my psyche to do that to me. After all the times its fucked me over this past week, I've finally come to the conclusion that my brain hates me... more than hates me, detestes me. I think it likes seeing me in pain, at least that'd explain some of the ways it acts, and thinking about it, it sure as hell hated me enough to make me dream about Tseng like that, probably just to get my hopes up. Jesus I was almost close to believing it: that pile of Tseng's clothes and mine were gone from where they'd been on the floor, the tube of lube and the roll of bandages weren't where Tseng had left them on my coffee table, when he'd come in and leaned over me... and there was a half empty bottle on the floor next to me. Fuck, maybe none of this had happened at all... maybe I'd just got outta Tseng's damn car, drank myself into a stuper and collapsed onto the couch naked. Hey, it wasn't impossible, it'd happened before. It sure as hell wasn't unusual for me to stagger around the place naked for a few hours, whiskey and cigarettes in tow, hallucinate and then pass out somewhere.
I brushed a hand through my matted, drooping hair as I sat there, confused out of my mind. I was about ready to believe it had actually been a dream, just my psyche having a little more sadistic fun, until I noticed the suspicious looking stain on the couch beside me, right where Tseng and me had been earlier on, moaning at each other desperately, wrapping our damn arms around each other desperately as we both frantically searched for release.
I stared at it, blinking stupidly as it sank in what that stain was. The last bit of evidence that Tseng was even here last night, but it was enough to crush my dream theory.
Ok... so not a dream then, at least that was one good thing. But why in the hell wasn't Tseng here? I'd fallen asleep with my head on his chest, and I'm not exactly a heavy sleeper, so how in hell did Tseng sneak out from under me? God, he must've put a lot of effort into not waking me. What kind of a guy gets up in the middle of the night without waking the guy he slept with, clears up all the evidence he was even there, and then leaves?
I gulped and felt my overworked heart sink back down to the floor as I realised the answer. Shit Reno, it was such a simple answer, but an answer I really didn't want to admit to myself. Before I'd realised it, I'd picked up that half drank bottle of... whatever the hell it was at my feet, and was pouring it down my throat to cushion the godawful realisation that was going through me right now.
What kind of guy does that? The kind of guy that doesn't want to be there, thats who.
The kind of guy who regrets it.
So what the hell was last night? A sympathy fuck? Tseng felt fucking sorry for me after all the shit I'd had with Rufus, and decided to give me something to shut me up? 'Poor useless, weak, pathetic Reno, screwed over by Rufus'? Oh crap, there was no way I could live with myself if that was what the hell had happened.
No. I shook my head in the dark and rubbed my eyes again. I was pretty sure Tseng wasn't like that. I mean, the guy had opened up to me, told me things from his past you don't tell somebody you're only after for one night... unless...
"Holy crap Reno no..." I whispered to myself, balancing that life-giving bottle of alcohol against my lips as I thought.
The Trust Game.
Every self respecting player knew how to work that magic on a conquest, every bachelor from here to Rocket Town knew how to do it: you take a naive girl, spin her some crap about a terrible childhood, something awful that happened to you when you were a kid, or some sad, sickly sweet story about yourself, and you tell them just to get a little trust. A little trust is enough, enough to get what you wanted anyway, and then you take it and hit the road.'Seyonora sucker, see ya later babe.' Simple as that. Me? I'm a natural when it comes to the trust game, I practically wrote the rules for the goddamn thing, but what if Tseng... had turned the tables on me?
What if Tseng had just pulled the same stunt on me? Fuck, what if Tseng had just played the trust game on me? I tried to drown out the idea with another swig of... whiskey I'm pretty sure this was, but the more I thought about it, the more it made a horrible kinda sense.
The guy had left in the middle of the night. Who else does shit like that, Reno? Me. Who else clears up anything to show they even existed? Me.
Oh crap, who else can turn affection on like a tap to get what they want? Me.
What if Tseng didn't mean any of that shit he'd said? He was a Turk, after all -a damn good one, and it was totally possible. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about it. The whole situation with me and Tseng: this morning when we'd been waiting to die and I'd opened up to him. For once in my life I'd actually spoken about my screwed up past, and he'd seemed so damn understanding, but under it all, maybe he really was a cold son of a bitch, and he'd suckered me into believing he wasn't... and like some stupid naive little virgin girl, I'd laid back and let myself get screwed over... again.
But then, why in the hell had he tried to help me earlier? He'd beaten the crap out of Rufus goddamn Shinra to help me out. He'd put his life in danger to stop my head being screwed around with. Why the hell would he have done that?
It didn't make any kind of sense. Even a twisted kind of sense would've been good, but I didn't understand a damn thing.
... Unless Tseng had woken up, and regretted it.
I could just imagine it now: Tseng waking up, staring at the ceiling wondering where the hell he was, and then looking down to see a Reno-shaped lump sprawled all over him. Ah shit, he probably panicked, realised what the hell he'd just done, and slipped away, regretting it all the damn way home.
I physically flinched at the idea and stared around the empty room as the sickness in my stomach started to spread to the rest of my body as it sank in, and I came out with the only thing that could've completely summed up the situation:
"...shit."
I finally got up from the couch, my muscles still aching from the exhertion of what I'd been doing last night, a look on my face that was a twisted mix of confusion and pain as I downed the last of the burning liquor in the bottle and dropped it back on the floor as I staggered tiredly to the bathroom. I wasn't about to go back to sleep was I? So I may as well do some damn thing.
I think I was hoping, in some half-assed way, that there was some reasonable explaination for Tseng not being here, but I really couldn't think of one. He'd up and left in the middle of the goddamn night. Jesus... what kind of explaination was there for that?
I blinked tiredly as I turned on the bathroom light, half blinding me, and I figured out my plan for the rest of the night: I was gonna relieve my bladder at last, and then I was going to do what I'd been planning on before Tseng had turned up: crawl into a cloud of smoke and booze to block out the confusion, and the godawful images in my head that for a while earlier, I thought had actually disappeared.
Yeah, sounded like a damn good plan to me. One of the best plans this fucked up Turk has ever come up with.
The worst thing about this situation was that my wishful thinking, stupid brain just wasn't accepting it. I was coming up with any flimsy excuse I could think of why Tseng wouldn't have stayed, and I felt so goddamn pathetic and useless as I made my way from the bathroom to that crappy kitchenette of mine it was unbelievable. I hated this, all of it. I felt sick to my stomach, by now beginning to realise the reason he was gone was probably regret. So what would happen once these three weeks was over and I had to go back to work? Would he just ignore me, or pretend none of this shit happened? Jesus christ I hoped not, or I was gonna go goddamn insane. Would he even let me talk it through with him? Probably not. I know Tseng too damn well. Once he decides on something he sticks to it. 'Don't be ridiculous, Reno.' He'd snarl at me, giving me that look that just screamed 'you're scum', and then he'd walk away. So this thing was pretty much screwed. I looked at the clock, clicking loudly up on my wall.
2.24am
So the relationship with the only person I'd ever actually felt anything more than lust for, had lasted about 20 hours.
I moaned incoherently, blocking out those thoughts as best I could as I staggered through the doorway, my muscles spasming on me as I headed instinctively to the drinks cabinet and pulled out a bottle at random. Hell, it didn't matter what the drink was, as long as it got me stone drunk. Hey, maybe I'd even lose my short term memory this time? It hadn't worked last time, but damn, it was worth a shot... wasn't it?
I ripped the top off with my teeth, spat it on the floor and stood there in my kitchen, completely naked and shuddering through muscle spasm and probably nerves, pouring some random alcohol I couldn't quite make out down my throat in huge gulps, determined to get rid of this fucking sick feeling in my stomach. Hopefully, with any luck I'd be unconscious within the hour, then I wouldn't have to worry about a damn thing until I woke up.
Sure, so I'd have one hell of a hangover, but I really didn't give a damn right now. I could call myself a stupid asshole when I woke up, but right now? Holy crap, if I didn't get drunk, then god knows what my poor tired brain was going to do. Call me stupid for resorting to drink if you like, but to be honest, you can shove those opinions where the Sun don't shine. It was stupider of me not to reach for the whiskey. At least if I was outta my head on alcohol, my brain would be too wrecked for me to carry on thinking about this shit.
Well, it was better than thinking about the things in my head anyway, thinking about what a complete screw up my life had become over the last 9 days:
Rufus fucking Shinra had treated me like a personal sex toy, enjoying seeing me squirm in pain under his cold damn fingers, I'd been forced to face Don Corneo and his cronies after mentally blocking that shit out of my psyche for years, I'd nearly been goddamn killed, and just to add to the huge pile of crap that was my life right now, the one guy I actually felt something for, the one guy in my crummy little life that I'd trusted, hadn't even bothered to stay the night out.
I had to face it: my life was a complete screw up. Yeah, it was a screw up before, but even more so over these past 9 days. If it was a screw up two weeks ago, it was a super screw up now. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 'Reno's a fuck up' show. Take your seats, and point and laugh when you're ready.
"Just when you think you're doing fine, along comes a shit pile and lands right on top of you." I mumbled to myself sharply, swilling the drink around the bottle and staring at it miserably, as if it was going to tell me the answers. Believe it or not, it didn't answer, and I decided it was better to actually drink the stuff than stare at it. I threw my head back, shaking the hair outta my eyes and staring at the cracked, darkened ceiling as I poured the crap down my throat.
And then stopped suddenly when I noticed a shadow move in the corner of my eye.
I lowered the bottle back down slowly as I watched the shadowed figure standing in the corner of my kitchenette next to the coffee machine, a figure that I hadn't seen as I came in, due to the fact my mind was so stupidly intent on getting to the booze. My legs nearly gave way underneath me, the bottle nearly fell from my hands and my heart nearly pitched a fit as I tried to focus and make out its shape. I watched the silhouette raise a coffee cup to his mouth calmly and take a slow sip, watching me from over the rim of the cup with dark, concerned eyes, the dim green light catching them and making them stand out from that droolworthy, perfect Wutaian face.
I gulped down the remaining alcohol in my mouth, a stupidly confused look on my face and licked my lips nervously before I even dared to speak. I blinked slowly and sighed, suddenly feeling like such a complete moron under the scrutiny of those damn gorgeous, way too perceptive eyes.
Those eyes, that in true Reno dumb assedness, I so stupidly thought had fucked me over.
"Reno?" Came a voice from that corner, calm, precise, as usual, but holy crap, it was enough to calm me down. My shoulders stopped hunching, I stopped shaking, and like the king kiss ass I am, I sighed as my heart began to beat at a regular pace again.
"Tseng..." I sighed, my voice cracking a little in relief, and somehow, my brain started to grip a little firmer to reality.
Thank fuck, so I wasn't alone after all.
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