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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
- 25
- 26
- 27
Up to this point in my crummy little life, I'd pretty much given up on the idea of romance being worth anything but convincing the woman I was with to climb out of her pants and onto my bed. In my opinion, romance was pretty much an optional thing, it was the sex that was important, and if the chick was prepared to go for the sex without any of that 'oh how I love you', flowers - and - chocolates - and - walks - at - goddamn - sunset romance shit then all the better - it meant I had less work to do to get what I wanted, but now... ah holy crap, kissing my boss in the dark of my stinky, tiny, goddamn messy little kitchenette, listening to his breathing and feeling his hands on my bare skin as he leaned into me, coffee and whiskey mixing together in a weird but insanely gorgeous cocktail as our tongues brushed against each other... I was suddenly pretty much aware what the hell romance was actually about. Reno - uneducated, womanising, son of a whore lapdog of the Shinra company was actually being taught something for once in his useless fucking existance.
Sure... so we didn't have no champagne, love hearts and flowers every damn where, there wasn't no damn cheesy violin music floating in the air... hell, the only thing floating in the air in my kitchen was the smell of rotting pizza, but then, goddamn it we're Turks, not fucking women... but I still gotta say, that was the first time romance ever really got to me. I mean, screw it, wouldn't it get to you? After a week - an entire fucking week of bad luck beyond anything that had happened in my goddamn life before, here I was, a leg wrapped around the most gorgeous - and up until a few seconds ago, the most goddamn annoyingly cold and confusing - guy in Midgar, shivering as I leaned back against the counter behind me, Tseng's tongue running leisurely as he explored my mouth, and one hand tracing up and down my curled-up thigh as I tried to remember how to breathe again after holding my breath in damn anticipation for so long. My stomach was in so many knots it'd take a goddamn month to untie them, and my brain was on a complete esctacy trip, on some little damn cloud somewhere as it slowly began to sink in what had actually just happened here.
I opened my eyes and stared at Tseng's closed lids as he leaned over me, that goddamn gorgeous, normally way too serious face of his for once not looking like he was about to bust me for smoking on the job, answering back to him, or some other bullshit corperate crap. He actually looked... holy crap he actually looked vaguely happy, and damn, I just trailed a hand up his back unbelieveingly as I stared at him, my drunken, annoyingly slow little brain finally understanding.
Tseng had just said yes to me.
Well holy crap, just the thought of that was enough to make me need more air in my lungs. I broke away from the kiss with a gasp, staring at Tseng's face like the complete gormless bastard I am as he panted once or twice, then slowly started to open his eyes, his face flickering up into an expression I'd never even goddamn dreamed of seeing on that miserable, stoic, normally constipated looking face of his. Holy crap he was grinning.
Tseng looked so strange like that, I swear, my head wasn't ready to accept Tseng looking actually goddamn happy after two whole years of him being such a stoic son of a bitch. My brain, not for the first time this week, went into complete disbelief mode, and I probably ended up looking like a total mindless imbecile to the bizzarrely grinning Wutaian in front of me. He grinned harder at my confused look and slipped a hand around my back to pull me closer, the other one tracing up my thigh as I dropped it slowly back down to the floor. I ended up smirking back at him drunkenly, I have no idea why exactly, except for the fact my head had gone into bliss-enduced shock, and I had no idea what the hell to react to. Fuck, Tseng hadn't lost his power over me in the last few hours - just one goddamn quirk of those lips could make me feel like I'd been drinking double whiskeys for a week, so holy crap, imagine what the hell a grin was doing to my brain.
...goddamn it, it was practically fried.
I opened my mouth to say something, but for one of those rare occasions in my life, I couldn't think of a damn thing to say. Tseng tugged at the hair falling down my back a little, apparently enjoying seeing me lost for words for once - I mean hell it doesn't happen very often. The guy's been trying for two years to get me to shut up so it was probably one hell of an achievement for him.
"...holy shit." Was the only, brainless, thing that I could force out of myself in the end, and I was rewarded with a low purr of a laugh and a quirked eyebrow as he stroked my loose hair.
"Holy shit indeed." Mused Tseng, his face dropping into more of a smirk as he licked his lip for a second. "I'm giving you a last chance to change your mind, Reno ...you have no idea what you're letting yourself in for." Tseng's hand shifted up my back and started caressing the back of my neck again, watching with that strange mixture of affection and amusement as I let myself shiver at his touch and half close my eyes, brushing my hands over his hips, goddamn honoured that I didn't have to worry about him pushing me away any more. Well hell, I think we'd got past the idea that I had to stand to attention to every damn thing he said - which I didn't do even when I was supposed to. I just smiled and shrugged at him.
"I'm sure... I'll survive." I smirked, trying to stop myself passing out right then and there. My brain had had more ups and downs over the past few days than a goddamn Honeybee whore, and I was finding it difficult to keep my brain and my body in sync anymore. Tseng just 'hmm'-ed at me, as if he hadn't expected anything different. A long Wutaian hand started to trace along my jawline.
"I'm sure you will." Tseng purred at me. "You always were too damnably stubborn to quit."
"Well you know... that's how you trained me, Tseng." I slid my arms around Tseng's back and pulled him closer. Call me a pathetic whiny little bastard, but now I was 'officially' allowed to do this crap, I was all too damn eager to do so.
Tseng smirked a little, those insanely intoxicating coffee shaded eyes smouldering with amusement. "Hmm... it must be the only piece of training you payed attention to, then."
Now for that one, I didn't have an answer and he damn well knew it. It's true I went to Turk training... every single session, actually. The only problem had been that the instructor was one sexy little brunette with curves in all the right places, so when the bunch of sadass rookies who'd never made it, or had been killed off on the job since then, had been learning weapons handling and assassination tactics, the only tactics I'd been thinking about was how to get my greedy, sex-obsessed little hands on those curves of hers, and I guess I'll spare telling you what weapon I was thinking of handling. 'Course, my tactics, as always, had actually worked their charm in the end, but thats one hell of a long story... that I aint got no intention of telling you.
Dusting off that memory there, I realised Tseng was still staring at me, waiting for an answer with that trademark wicked smirk on that face of his, paired up with that new, insane look of affection it was still taking my brain a hell of a lot to get used to seeing on that normally miserable face.
I blinked. What? He wanted an answer? Ah damn, I'd forgotten how annoying Tseng could be sometimes and I opened my mouth to speak, realised there wasn't much I could say without looking like a complete prick, and decided a better tactic was in order: I pressed my lips up against Tseng's before he could protest and started licking at them.
Well hey, Tseng always taught me and Rude to use whatever tactics were available and to think on our feet, and damn, but at the time, still drunk and tired as fuck, I was pretty proud of myself for thinking of something so sneaky. Tseng though, Tseng's too smart to fall for my 'sneaky' tactics, damn him. A few seconds later, he moved away and placed a finger over my lips, just as I was getting into the swing of things too, dammit. Couldn't he let me get away with it just this once?
Dark eyes narrowed at me, accompanied by a half-amused smirk that made me feel more like a kid caught drawing on the walls of his junior school than a Turk
"You know, Reno..." he began, voice half serious, "just because you're allowed to kiss me now, doesn't mean I'm going to let you use it to avoid answering my questions."
I smirked slightly. Well hell, that sounded like a challenge to me. But then, every damn thing sounds like a challenge to me, due to my fucked up authority problem. What had been a smirk quickly slipped into a grin.
"Oh yeah?" I grinned harder against his finger and flicked out a tongue against warm skin, to be rewarded by one of Tseng's eyebrows suddenly raising and a shiver that he tried damn hard to hide, but I noticed it, and if I hadn't been half dazed on alcohol, and my mind half fucked by all the events that had suddenly made a landslide onto my brain, my ego would've been about as huge as the Midgar plate right now.
"Yes..." Tseng stated stubbornly a few seconds later, me still grinning hard against a long finger. He licked his lips in an attempt to hide a smirk. "And dont think I'm going to let you squirm out of anything at work either."
Ouch... pretty harsh words, but that was Tseng, I guess, and I understood why it was that way now, too, so I just brushed my lips against his finger for a second and pulled him as close as was physically possible without breaking any bones.
"Squirm? Me?" Cue my way too over-used innocent look. "When have I ever tried to squirm out of anything?"
Tseng's eyes narrowed at me, the smirk spreading slowly across his face in amusement.
"Reno would you like the list?" he mumbled at me, raising his eyebrow even more as a mischievious grin appeared on my face.
"If I can get another kiss, Tseng, you can reel off all the goddamn lists you want at me for the rest of the night."
What can I say? I'm a sucker, I guess, and I know first hand that suckers aint great at striking up a fair deal.
Tseng pretended to think, not bothering to hide his amusement any more as the smirk spread across his face so wide it looked like it could've been painful as he dropped his finger from my lips and traced it along my neck.
"Hmm..." He purred a quiet laugh to himself as I leaned in, making pretty sure that he held up his end of the bargain, because I knew damn well that he wasn't about to turn down an offer like that. He smirked at me. "Sounds like quite a deal." Tseng pretended to think for a few seconds more, leaving me hovering like a crazed alcoholic outside a bar just before opening time, then he tugged my hair. "If only you were this easy to plaese during working hours." He mumbled, and the next thing we were licking at each others' mouths again, seeking out the remnants of the coffee and alcohol tastes as our tongues brushed slowly against one another.
Tseng's tongue moved around my mouth, the taste of coffee coming back as we both tightened our grips on each other, damn near crushing our chests against each other. Even with that annoying, pristene, dark blue suit in the way I could feel how warm Tseng's skin was and it made me shudder as I thought about the fact that me: Reno, scum from the slums of Midgar, thief and bastard turned goddamn corperate assassin, was allowed to get this close to Tseng, was actually allowed to see him without that fucking annoying barrier that he kept up all damn day long.
Tseng growled, chest humming against mine even through the material of his shirt and jacket, and started rubbing a hand down my back slowly. Damn, that guy had good hands. I moaned into the kiss quietly as Tseng rubbed the palm of his hand against my shoulder blade, still licking carefully at the insides of each other's mouths, but then, just as I was beginning to get lost in it, Tseng's tongue stalled. His hand just maddeningly stopped its massage, and then he parted the kiss altogether.
Damn, I was swearing to myself at losing that goddamn gorgeous taste of Tseng as his tongue slid out of my mouth and he backed off. The tiny part of my brain that still considered itself sober managed to stop me following Tseng's tongue to begin with, and then the dark look on his face all of a sudden practically made my brain freeze up in complete fucking confusion.
Tseng smirked a little, but I could tell there was something suddenly on his mind again from the sudden godawful change in his eyes. Goddamn it, can't the man keep a good mood for more than a few fucking seconds? I felt my stomach starting to churn again, preparing itself for Tseng to change his goddamn, unpredictable mind again and storm outta the fucking door. I swear, Tseng had screwed with my head so much, just the smallest frown and I was about ready to bust an artery in panic.
He backed off and looked me over, suddenly with that stupid, annoying inspective look that he gets at work - you know, the one that always makes me feel like he's trying to read my mind - and probably succeeding, hand still caressing the skin at the base of my neck. Well, at least I knew he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon then, but I could tell something had suddenly wormed its way into that way too stoic brain of his. Me? Heh... like a goddamn stupid dog I stood there with a dumb look on my face, eyes half closed and fingers touching Tseng's goddamn beautiful hair like it was some kind of holy relic or something, really way too comfortable to be assed with trying to hide anything from that stare. The way I figured it was that even when I did try to hide something, that annoying, mind-reading son of a bitch look somehow always figured it out anyway so whatever he was looking for, I may as well just save time and let him find it.
There was more silence. Not that it bothered me this time, due to the fact that Tseng's fingers were still there on my neck, making me virtually collapse onto him, I was that damn relaxed, which considering the shit and stress and god knows what else that had happened to me over the last week and a half, was one hell of a relief. I sighed and closed my eyes. To hell with acting the part, I was too fatigued to give a damn about anything except the fact that Tseng was touching me, and that it felt so damn good.
I know, kinda sucky, isn't it?
I wrapped my arms tighter around Tseng, using him to keep balance against the alcohol, disbelief, pain in my back, and the feeling that all my muscles were about to collapse through pure relaxation as I leaned my head on his shoulder, taking in that crazily gorgeous smell of his as his head shifted, the hand caressing my neck stopped for a second. Tseng tensed up, and then I felt his fingers moving down and across my shoulder. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but he was still touching me, which was an insanely good thing, considering how ten minutes ago, I'd been convinced he'd up and scrammed like a rat out of a damn trap.
The next thing I knew Tseng was tracing a finger in a circle on my shoulder and my eyes flickered open when he let out a forceful sigh, bringing my absurdly ecstatic brain back to the real world. Tseng hummed as I backed off a little and stared at him. Goddamn it his eyes looked so dark and sad, illuminated slightly by the green, godawful nauseating glow that swamped my kitchen at night. Why did he suddenly look so damn unhappy? I cocked my head questioningly, staying quiet in case I said something wrong, which - knowing my fucking stupid mouth - was more than likely to happen. I was Shinra Inc's 'Mr Tactless' 2 years running, after all, and I have more than a tendency to say the wrong thing. It was more of a hobby really...
Tseng's mouth twitched up into a smirk that he couldn't keep for more than a second before it fell flat back down and I followed his gaze to where he was caressing my shoulder still.
I frowned into the dim light as my eyes tried to focus on my own shoulder, slowly defining Tseng's long fingers moving across a shadowed circle of skin.
...Shadowed? Wait a second, that wasn't a goddamn shadow, it was a bruise! I frowned harder, the alcohol and Tseng's touch making it incredibly difficult to dig into my memory. Come on Reno, think you stupid bastard. Where in the hell did that bruise come from? It sure as hell wasn't there when you were in the hospital wing and they were looking you over, so where -
I gulped and tried my best not to spill the contents of my stomach all over Tseng's pristene suit when I made out the teeth marks, lining it in dark red.
"...oh ...damn."
Heh... well you can't beat my response to stressful situations, can you? I might be a Turk, and I should be used to this stress shit already, but sometimes my mouth just goes into utter 'speak random, dumb crap' mode and the best you'll get out of me is utter gibberish. Now sure as hell wasn't an exception, as the sickness from this afternoon sank back and I was brought miserably, gut-rippingly back to reality.
I had bite marks on my shoulder.
Rufus.
I gulped silently. Ah geez I hadn't even noticed them earlier. Holy crap, for the last six, seven hours, I'd tried my damn hardest to put all thoughts of that sick fuck out of my already close to cracking brain, and Tseng being here, actually making me feel less scum-like had nearly put that out of my head completely, but now... I dont know exactly why - maybe seeing bite marks, remembering his teeth on my skin, his fingers on me... those godawful psychotic blue eyes staring at me like I was some kind of fucking brainless, speechless, playtoy. Damn... and what made it worse was that Tseng knew about it - no, goddamn it, worse than that - he'd seen it. I kept my eyes on my shoulder, for a second too sick and too ashamed to even attempt looking at the guy. Yeah I know, I know none of this was his fault, even though I'm damn sure it was none of mine either, but just that tiny reminder brought the truth home.
Rufus Shinra had... screwed me.
Twice.
"Reno?" Tseng's concerned voice interrupted my brooding before I could get too far into it, shaking my shoulders to get my attention again. Somehow, very slowly I blinked, turned my head back towards him and eventually managed to look him in the eye. Damn, why does my brain have to be such a stupid fuckup? One minute I'm goddamn ecstatic beyond belief and the next...
"I'm fine, Tseng." I smiled weakly, but to be honest, a dead rat could have pulled a more convincing smile outta its ass.
"Reno..." he said sternly, putting on that ' don't give me no shit' business look and glaring chidingly at me, "your definition of 'fine' seems to be 'anything that isn't dead.'"
"Yeah... pretty much."
Tseng gave me that repremanding look that just said 'both you and me know you're talking shit'. Hell he knew how to pull off that look - he'd had enough practice over the years, but I'm telling you it takes one hell of a skill to make it work even when I detected some sympathy in there too.
Wait a second... that wasn't sympathy in his eyes. I studied harder, the annoying green glow and the alcohol in my bloodstream making it damnably hard to concentrate properly. That wasn't damn sympathy. No way, that was something... something that me of all the scum in this scrap heap of a town should recognise. It was guilt.
Woah, hold on just one minute... guilt? What the hell did Tseng have to be guilty about? I blinked, frowning stupidly in confusion. Trust me, my brain aint the fastest moving vehicle on the track when I'm sober, so I'm like a damn snail when I'm drunk. After a few seconds of that guilty - but still damn repremanding - look from Tseng, it finally began to dawn on me why...
'Ah Jesus Christ...' I thought to myself, 'he thinks this is all his fault.' And from the look he was trying so damn hard to hide, I was guessing that was exactly what he was thinking.
...goddamn it, Tseng! Why do you have to be so damn stubbornly responsible? None of this shit's your fault so stop acting so stupid.
Forcing the smile damn painfully onto a face that I can only guess had by now turned pale, I gulped back the feeling in my stomach that felt like I'd swallowed a whole bucket of ice cold acid, and forced words up to the surface of my throat.
"...I've had worse." I lied, and shrugged heavily. I knew even before I'd opened my stupid mouth, that Tseng wouldn't buy into it, but dammit all I wanted was for him to drop it. The last week had been the worst of my life, yeah... but right now the last thing I wanted was a reminder. The bite marks were enough... along with the fucking assortment of other cuts and scars and bruises I'd somehow seemed to gather over the last 9 days. Holy crap right now my body was looking less like a human, and more like a banana after a good kick around the grocery store floor. If I'd looked in the mirror it would've been difficult to figure out where the bruises ended and I began, but just that one stupid fucking tiny bruise had made me feel sick... just when I wanted to be feeling damn good for a change.
I've come to the conclusion that life is a bitch. Or more like, I am life's bitch.
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.
Tseng smirked slightly - still sadly - finally moving his hand from my shoulder and down my chest as the other one teased the end of my untied ponytail, wrapping it around his fingers.
"You know... for someone as manipulative as you, you're a terrible liar." He said, wrapping an arm back around my waist and trailing it along my spine, careful to avoid the still stinging wound and I shuddered at the feel of dark warm fingers on my back, somehow yet again relaxing me a little. I closed my eyes and sighed. I could've answered back to him I guess... if I'd wanted to, but right now? I was drunk, tired, sick, and damn, but Tseng was doing one hell of a job of stopping me from spilling the contents of my guts onto the kitchen floor just from the feel of his fingers on my back, so I wasn't about to talk. Besides, answering back and being an ass was what had got me into all this shit to begin with. Maybe I should just keep my damn mouth shut from now on, and spare myself the trouble.
Tseng let slip a hint of a smile at me - probably amused at just how damn stoned I suddenly looked. My eyes half lidded, dark rings around them, and completely incapable of keeping my gaze fixed on a damn thing. Why? Probably utter tiredness, feeling as though my brain was being put through a goddamn food blender and dribbling out my ears or something, and maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had a gorgeous, normally insanely annoying but still somehow loveable Wutaian guy standing in front of me, looking into my face with a look of half affection, half guilt as he comforted me; and to tell the truth (which aint easy) I was finding out lately that comfort was a pretty underrated thing. Besides, like I've said before - Tseng has this way about him that I'm reckoning could tame a damn psychotic chocobo if push came to shove, and I my little dumbass brain was nowhere near as difficult to control.
Which is why, even though just a second ago, Reno here had been ready to throw up and crawl into a nice never ending river of whiskey to try and forget, I was actually instead wrapping a strand of Wutaian hair around my fingers tiredly, and leaning in to get a kiss. Hell, my brain is screwed. Anybody would've expected me to do the complete opposite or something, go lock myself in a dark room for half a year with a gallon of whiskey, but that really wasn't how my brain was working right now. Tseng - despite being a cold, harsh bastard when he was on the job - was acting as some kind of damn mental anaesthetic - one hell of a lot better than that Mako crap up in the hospital, with the added bonus that it didn't turn my brain into quite as huge a pile of short-circuiting crap, besides the obvious plus that I wasn't about to get bent over a desk and used as a fucking sex toy just by taking a dose of him.
Tseng didn't complain when I brushed my lips against his and slid my tongue into his mouth, mostly because he couldn't, I guess. He just slid a hand up from where it had been caressing the bottom of my ponytail and ran his fingers up to tangle in the unbrushed mass at the back of my head that was currently my hair, eliciting a tiny growl in the back of his throat as he started to lick back, taking his time to discover the remains of the whiskey taste in my mouth.
Insanely, I actually started to smirk in that kiss. Don't ask me why, because I'm damn sure I couldn't tell ya. Lets just say my mind is fucked beyond repair, but I guess I can be understood - Tseng's mouth was one hell of a place to be even on the best days, and right now? It was doing damn well at keeping me calm, along with the feel of his fingers tracing up and down my chest. I closed my eyes and leaned my body weight on him, too damn weak and stone tired to keep myself upright any more. Thank fuck Tseng's got a decent amount of upper body strength, otherwise we would've collapsed on top of each other on the damn floor or something, which aint that bad an idea, except for the fact that the fall could be painful, and holy crap, nobody really wants to be lying on my damn kitchen floor unless they want to be eaten alive by whatever the hell lives under all the piles of crap.
Its kinda surprising how your whole life can flip from one day to the next aint it? 9 nights ago, I'd been standing in this exact same spot, in this exact same crappy little kitchenette, half stunned with images of being screwed senseless across Rufus' desk still as fresh as if someone had just damn carved them into my brain with a fucking knife. Jesus Christ, that might've still been happening if it weren't for Tseng. Rufus had been planning another sick minded little game of 'fuck the Reno' when Tseng had turned up - just by chance. Oh crap, I fucking dreaded to think what would have been happening right now if Tseng hadn't walked in and kicked the crap out of the miserable little fuck - I'd probably still be drooped over my damn desk like a deflated blow-up doll, brain like it had been caught in a food blender and my muscles spasming uncontrollably, a puddle of drool smothering the stacks of unfinished paperwork. Hell, maybe I'd just be standing there like a fucking gormless prick like that first time, swigging urgently from the canteen of rum I'd hidden away from Tseng in the bottom of my desk, trying to numb the pain - in more ways than one - of being used by that psychotic bastard's mind fuck.
...damn. It was thinking about that, still kissing slowly at Tseng, that I realised just how much I owed this guy. Holy crap if it weren't for him looking out for me over the past week and a half, I'd either be dead, wounded, or being used like the vice president's personal whore... except without the wages, and a hell of a lot more pain. Not to mention my brain would be even more fucked than it was now. It'd be doubly fucked, triply fucked, fucked with a capital 'F'...
... well, you get the idea: It. Would. Be. Fucked.
But still...
Call me crazy, dammit, say that the last week had made me completely lose the plot, and I'd more than likely agree with ya, but there was a question - one mother of a question humming up inside my chest right now. I gulped hard as I could as Tseng broke away from the kiss to actually breathe, knowing damn well that his eyes were watching me as I forced open my mouth to speak.
A few seconds later, that seemed like damn minutes from this side of things, and a few more goddamn pathetic attempts to open my mouth and let out something that was actually audible instead of getting just air, I closed my mouth and tried again. 'OK Reno stop acting like such a pathetic pansy. Take a deep breath and get it fucking right! One... two... three...'
"Tseng?"
Wow go me, I actually managed to utter something that made sense. Well done Reno, award goes to you for stupidest amount of time spent trying to say a single fucking word. Congratulations, you dumbass, drunken son of a bitch. Might teach ya not to resort to alcohol for every single goddamn problem you're faced with.
...Or maybe not.
Tseng answered in a conscise nod as he recovered from the kiss, a hand trailing slowly in circles on my back, and the other still in my hair.
Now... the next sentence was gonna be even harder to say. I opened my drunken little mouth to say it - probably looking so fucking stupid when I realised I didn't know how the hell I was meant to word it. It was sticking in my throat like I was trying to swallow a fucking cheesegrater or something. But damn, even for a drunk guy I knew this was the only chance I'd get to ask it. I wanted to ask now, and then forget the whole of this last week from my memory somehow. Wash it away with something - either alcohol, Tseng, or maybe a little bit of both. Anyway, I knew if I left it any later, I'd be too sober to ask.
So...
I took one goddamn huge breath, tried to get my brain into a relatively sober frame of mind, and into forward gear, and then I spewed out the words that I'd been trying to ask, faster than Shinra downs his food on his lunch break.
And trust me, that is fast.
"Where in the hell did you get those photos of Ru- of..."
Tseng stared at me darkly as I winced, remembering the scene yesterday afternoon in my office, when Tseng had stormed in, kicked the crap outta the damn guy, and blackmailed him with those photos. I was about to attempt the question again when something stopped me dead in my tracks, eyes wide open in confusion and trying damn hard to stop myself collapsing to the floor from a mild heart attack.
Tseng let out a tiny chuckle, a tiny trace of a half smirk forming on his face, before he dropped a sentence on me that felt like my brain was getting ready to explode.
"...there were no photographs." He said.
...and here comes my stomach trying to jump outta my throat again, just on cue.
I was silent for a second, I dont think my poor brain was having a good time trying to make that sentence sink in, and when it did, I managed one of the greatest speeches ever to be said. Forget that crappy 'Loveless' play everybody was so damn obsessed about lately, forget anything else that had ever been written. 'Reno's Speech' should've been up there with the all time classic speeches of history.
"...what?" I stuttered blankly, feeling my entire stomach squeezing itself to a standstill. Tseng half shrugged, his lip curled up into what could have passed in Tseng's vaguely limited range of facial expressions, as a devious smirk.
"When you are around Shinra and his son as much as I have to be, you tend to notice things. Things like... when the vice president stinks of cheap perfume? Or when he has lipstick in his desk drawer." Tseng 'hmmed' a dark laugh. "Besides, there have been rumours, and I've found over the years that rumours about that self-indulgent little brat tend to be true." A shrug. A dismissive shrug. "This time I simply took a gamble."
And this is the part where I collapse onto the floor and go into spasms of shock... or would do, if Tseng wasn't there to keep me vertical. Holy crap. Up til this point I'd been unbe-fucking-lieveably grateful to Tseng for what he did for me. And now? I swear, if there are words to describe how much I felt I owed him right now, they're really long ones that it takes about a whole damn minute to say. I knew he'd taken a gamble yesterday afternoon, just to help a vain, selfish, annoying son of a bitch like me outta the pile of shit I'd landed myself in, but holy crap, to think that the whole thing had been a bluff was...
Fucking unbelieveable.
Tseng smirked at my obvious shock, tugging at my hair as I convinced myself finally to close my mouth and stop looking like a dead goldfish.
Tseng had risked more than one and a half decades of misery - risked his entire goddamn career for me... on a bluff.
Blinking back any drunken tears that might've been forming in my tired eyes I gulped again, trying to think of something to say. But hell, what do you say when you find out the guy you've been lusting after for the past two years has just risked everything for you? I tell ya - there's nothing I could sure as hell think of, but thats partly due to the fact that I only have half a brain anyway.
Tseng's eyes seemed darkly amused at my obvious gormless face, me still trying to bring my damn brain back from the cloud it was trying to settle on for the night and then he made a sound that was suspiciously like a purr when one of my hands traced along his shoulder... followed soon after by my lips. Well, dammit, I wanted to say thank you - badly, but again, my mouth was frozen, and besides there was no way two words were gonna show him how damn grateful I was - holy crap it was beyond words by now. So I figured I'd say thank you in a different way, tongue tracing circles along his neck - not complaining about it either because of that same taste on him I'd noticed in the mansion.
Tseng had this taste... this mind blowing taste of his own that even though I'd fantasised about tasting it when I was bored, sitting there at my messy desk imagining it, came nowhere near the real thing. It was a mixture of sophisticated aftershave he always wore, what tasted like faint gunsmoke and something just... Tsengish. It caught me every damn time, and I closed my eyes, licking every inch of the side of his neck, savouring the taste of that guy like I was an addict going after another hit.
Tseng wasn't exactly hating it either, apparently, from the low purring sounds he was making and the way he raised back his head, shaking the long raven dark hair from off his shoulders and flexing his fingers against his grip on my head as I traced my tongue up to his ear and slid my teeth down it, to be rewarded by a hand sliding around to my front and down my stomach... and lower...
Damn it, you have no idea how much willpower it took me to move Tseng's hand from the direction it was heading, I practically had to force myself to grab his wrist and move it back to my hip before it could reach its destination. I was still half dazed from that bigass revelation that had just been dumped on me, and I was half willing Tseng's hand lower, but the bite mark on my shoulder was still there, fucking haunting me, and besides... for once, this wasn't about Reno, it was about Tseng, and I was damn determined to show him a little gratefulness... in the only way I knew how.
There was a hiss from Tseng up above me when my tongue stopped and I rested my lips against his ear. I figured a little warning would be in order... if I could remember how to speak, that is.
"I wanna..." was about as far as I got, before Tseng interrupted me suddenly with a masterful 'Don't.', somehow knowing exactly what was going through my mind, which still slightly freaked me, even though he'd been doing it to me for more than two years. It amazed me that he still managed to speak through what I could tell was lust in his voice - hell I'd heard enough of it over the years to be able to recognise it. But that was Tseng - hell he'd been hiding his emotions for more than half his lifetime, so I guess he must've been pretty practiced out at self control. Damn, no wonder he seemed such a miserable son of a bitch at work all the time.
Heh... figuring Tseng to just be saying it because he didn't want me to feel used or some other stupid responsible crap like that, I totally ignored that warning, instead I just trailed my hands down to his pants and undid the flies, blanking the annoyed growl Tseng made and then backing off with a half drunken, mischievious smirk.
"Reno..." Tseng warned calmly, the lust still in his eyes but hidden underneath that serious business glare, and... another emotion. I studied him for a second. Okay... I was pretty much not in control of my brain too much any more, but that look was either him warning me off, or... concern. I mentally shrugged, convinced Tseng was just being too damn righteous as usual. I just put it to the back of my mind and knelt down, slowly because of that fuck-ugly wound on my back and a hand still on his flies, kicking empty beer bottles out of the way as I knelt down. Tseng up above me frowned, that damn stupid mako green glow catching the vague concern in his eyes, but dammit, he'd stopped me saying thank you in this way once before, and now I had so much shit I needed to thank him for. I mean, how much did he risk for me yesterday, goddamn it? And without being able to get rid of the last of my useless fucking pride, and make myself say those words, this was the only way to thank him. I'd be damned if I was gonna let him stop me a second time.
Tseng opened his mouth to say something... and he would've chided me... if I hadn't reached my fingers inside at the same time and traced up and down his length. His dark eyes just glazed over, the mouth that had been open to speak stayed open and let out a quiet growl in the back of his throat, and the hands that had been on my hair untangled themselves and rested on the counter behind him instinctively. He raised an eyebrow gingerly as I pulled out his cock, tracing my fingers down it, in return for a shiver and Tseng's eyes closing. I managed to pluck a pretty poor excuse for a triumphant smirk outta the air.
"Reno I'm warning you..." he somehow managed, incredibly still pulling off that peeved headmaster's voice, even when I was shuffling closer. I sighed. Damn Tseng and his way too serious brain! Looks like he was still worried about me.
Okay Reno, time to play it cool.
"Hey... Tseng I aint about to bite it off, you know?" I joked, kinda ruining the mood I was aiming for, I guess, but I wanted to show Tseng it wasn't anything major, like that overactive responsibility of his seemed to think it was. Its true, I was... still feeling a kinda overwhelmed by everything, but hell, I could close off my conscience when I needed to, so I was pretty damn sure I could do the same with the rest of my emotions. Tseng just sighed loudly.
"I've... said it before..." he managed to say, fake annoyance in his voice, "...and I'll say it again..." I trailed my fingers along his length, feeling among the warped cocktail of emotions in my screwed up brain, some kinda smugness about being the cause of the normally controlled Tseng suddenly struggling to string a sentence together. He started to rock his hips slightly into my touch. A growl, a pant. I looked up through strands of messy red hair to see a tiny, lustful smirk trying to hide itself in his face. "Reno, you are - "
"One stubborn son of a bitch?" I offered. Tseng opened an eye slowly and looked down at me with a lust-filled chuckle.
"Exactly." Tseng brushed a hand through my matted hair for a second, a glint of humor in his eye before he closed it again and gripped to the edge of the counter tight when I slid a finger over his slit.
I hesitated for about... a fraction of a second, thinking about about 100 different damn things at once. How, about 10 days ago, what was happening now woulda been pretty much a fantasy, and holy crap, I was here, in my own damn kitchen, living it out. Still... truth be told, I was feeling... kinda uncomfortable. I still had that fucking bite mark on my shoulder, reminding me of Rufus and the sick shit he'd done to me, but this wasn't about Rufus, goddamn it! Or me, or any damn body else. Ah christ, I just wanted to make Tseng feel good, after all the shit he'd done for me, and so I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and took Tseng slowly into my mouth.
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