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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
- 26
- 27
- 28
Tseng let loose a low, controlled moan as my lips slid over his skin, tongue lapping needily against one part of my boss that up until this time 2 days ago, I'd never even imagined getting this close to.
Damn, but if I thought Tseng's lips tasted intoxicating, then what I was tasting right now was even more completely addictive - my eyes were closed so that only the faint glow of that annoying Mako reactor seeped through, so I was going on taste and sound here, and even with my damn tongue desensitized by the years of nicotene abuse, the taste that was filling my mouth right now was... completely goddamn insane. A mixture of whiskey, coffee, and whatever the hell this new taste was, as Tseng up above me growled lustfully and somehow - god only knows how - managed to stop himself from bucking into my mouth as I inched over his cock, tongue rolling against that damn hot flesh in a shameless attempt to get more of that taste, taking my time and in some twisted way enjoying the tiny bit of power I had over Tseng right now. I mean, I'm pretty sure that was a forgivable thing to be feeling here - after two years of him bossing the hell outta me I was allowed to be a little smug. Sure, I was saying thank you in the only way I could, and I was a little nervous, but that didn't mean I couldn't get a kick out of it. One hell of a kick actually. The sounds that Tseng was coming out with were a new sensation to me, because I was sure as hell he didn't come out with stuff like this at work... unless more happened behind those closed blinds of his office than goddamn wage docks, meetings, and that inhuman lust for coffee...
Ok, cut the images Reno, welcome back to the present. Concentrate, goddamn it!
I swear... it was one hell of a thing to attempt - especially for me: Shinra Inc's very own restless bastard, but I was trying damn hard to think straight beyond the haze of slowly wearing off alcohol, the pain in my back, the taste of Tseng driving me near crazy, and the fact that one certain, gorgeous, dark-eyed Head of the Turks was standing over me, eyes closed, clutching to my kitchen counter for support and making quiet, goddamn death-inducingly sexy growls with every movement of my lips.
Managing to get some kinda self control from somewhere, even though my brain was basically ready to collapse in on itself out of disbelief and a bunch of other emotions that I couldn't even begin to list right now, I finally took Tseng completely into my mouth, lips pressed up against his groin, breathing slowly as I could so that I didn't end up gagging as my tongue carried on just trying its damn hardest to find any remains of that taste of his, because I was figuring that for Tseng, seeing me nearly choke on his length really wasn't gonna be much of a turn-on right now. Of course I could be mistaken, I mean for all I knew Tseng could be into that kinda thing, but I was supposing even though I was drunk as hell and my head was still at a 10 on the fucked-upometer, that Tseng seeing me hurl up on the damn floor was not gonna do much for his libido. Crap... the last thing I wanted to do was screw this up after all the shit Tseng had done for me.
Everybody has their breaking point, everybody's got a stage they get to when self control goes outta the damn window and instinct takes over. Trust me on this, I'm a Turk. A lazy asshole of one I'll admit, but just because I never learned a damn thing in Turk training doesn't mean I haven't had a thousand and one mindless lectures since then from Tseng: 'Everybody has their buttons, you just need to push them' 'nobody is totally immune' 'it is simply a matter of testing the water and eventually they will reach that stage' and a thousand other sentences that I could swear he'd just memorised from a book or something. Heh... for me that stage is pretty easy to achieve - my instincts just do whatever the fuck they feel like, and then tell me later when there's not much I can do about it, but for Tseng... damn the guy's hidden so much shit over the years I was beginning to wonder wether he was actually human and could reach that stage. Cue Reno the dumbass being proven wrong yet again - I took a breath, steadied my hands on the cold tiled floor and started to draw back, sucking lightly on Tseng's length... and then up above me, Tseng did something that if he hadn't repeated it about a half-second later, I could've sworn was just my screwed up brain fucking me over for the hundredth time this week.
He moaned.
Holy crap, and not just a quiet, controlled Tsengish moan either. This was something even when Tseng was lying over me, his face screwed up into that droolworthy look of need, he hadn't sounded like. My eyes flicked open just at the sound of it. I could swear I was going goddamn crazy. There was no way a moan like that could've come from Tseng, was there? Even when he'd spilled his guts to me he'd done it so damn calmly you would've thought he was stoned or some damn thing! But now...
I traced my eyes up Tseng's front, still moving my lips slowly back over his length, heart beating like crazy as my eyes finally slid up his ripped, but still way too uncreased shirt, moving rapidly with the movements of his chest, and then further to look at his face.
Why... in the hell... were Tseng's eyes open? Why in the hell did he have his damn eyes open, and why in the hell was he staring at me like that? I blinked, for some reason that even my screwed up little brain couldn't figure, Tseng was standing there, clutching to my kitchen counter like his life depended on it, moaning through slightly parted lips, and staring at me under half closed lids with a look of complete... affection?
Heh... you expected me to say lust right? Well, that was there too, but it was over run by the insane look of affection in his face, dark brown eyes shadowed with strands of jet black hair, boring into me and glazed over from the way my tongue was moving over his length. I swear, my heart nearly jumped into my mouth to see Tseng like that, and that really aint a good thing - I've got a big mouth, true, but not that goddamn big - believe it or not there's only room for one body part in there at a time.
Tseng gritted his teeth, moaning lustfully behind his lips as my tongue flickered over his slit, still looking up, just because my eyes seemed totally incapable of moving and looking at anything else. On normal days, days when my head's not downloaded by shit, I at least have a little control over what I'm staring at, but not now. Crap but Tseng's eyes are addictive! I didn't even blink, watching him watching me as I started to move my lips faster, sucking harder as I started to bob my head, now that I was getting the hang of things. Tseng raised an eyebrow gingerly, that damn gorgeous moaning of his getting slowly less controlled and his eyes getting less and less focused, yet somehow still managing to stay on me. Shows you how much self control Tseng's got, because even though I'd been doing this for about a minute already, it was only now that I was starting to speed up, that he let himself go enough to react to what I was doing and start bucking into my mouth. Even then, he only did it slightly. I knew from the look in his eyes there was a hell of a lot more where that come from, but he was holding back. Probably still worrying about pathetic little Reno here, pathetic, useless little Reno, and the vice president that had -
I suddenly realised through the blur of senses that I was starting to shake. Oh... oh shit. I blocked that memory out as best I could. This is about Tseng, not you Reno, you self-obsessed son of a bitch. You can have a nervous breakdown any time you damn well want, but not right now. This is way too important to fuck up like you've done with the rest of your life.
I pushed that memory to the back of my head, hiding it in some dark, cobwebbed goddamn corner, smirking up at Tseng as best I could with my mouth full, and placed a hand on his bucking hip in order to keep my balance and stop myself shaking like a little girl. So I may not have a hell of a lot going for me here, being an underpayed Shinra scumball, but this was at least something I could say thank you with and subdue my conscience, which for some godforsaken, stupid reason had suddenly decided to start working properly after 24 years tonight.
Tseng started to thrust into my mouth harder as I carried on, sucking pretty hard by now and moving my head back and forth, lips sliding over hot skin and my tongue flickering against the underside of Tseng's length as Tseng's moans and purrs came faster and louder, his eyes virtually squeezed shut as a slightly shaking hand slowly unclamped itself from my kitchen counter and slid down, finally resting on top of the one I had on his hip. He smirked weakly down at me and made a throaty growl, still bucking into my by licking mouth, me riding the bucks as best I could and in my opinion doing it pretty well for a rookie. It was when my tongue slid over his slit again that Tseng finally at goddamn last lost complete control, and I swear the shock it gave me nearly made me black out right then and there.
"R-" Was all he managed to say before he threw his head back, eyes clamped shut and teeth gritted with that eyebrow still raised gingerly, bucking desperately into my mouth and squeezing my hand so damn hard it would have been painful... if it wasn't numb from alcohol abuse. I guess sometimes being drunk out of your tiny brain can be a blessing. I was watching Tseng's normally stoic face intently, and damn but if I had room in my mouth to smirk properly? You can bet your ass I'd be doing it. Even though my brain was full of shit, it was still one hell of a thrill to see Tseng - Head of the Turks, Mr. 'I-have-about-as-many-emotions-as-a-piece-of-cheese' - in this state because of me.
But in that case, why in the Planet's name had that shake I'd noticed earlier suddenly come back? Fuck. I stared at my hand for a second underneath Tseng's... yup, there it was - my hand, shaking like a neurotic chocobo that had overdosed on caffeine. I frowned to myself, closing my eyes in some attempt to stop that shake before Tseng could get it into his serious mind that he should stop. Crap what the hell was I shaking for? Come on Reno stop being a jerkoff. Its not like I hadn't done this before.
...
...Oh crap, that was just it.
I had.
The next thing I knew, images were flashing behind my closed lids of that first time with Rufus, up in his office, kneeling between his thighs like a little Shinra bitch and doing the same damn thing for him as I was doing for Tseng right now. I remembered... feeling so fucking low that I thought I could've probably outdone Don Corneo on the scum factor. I could feel myself shaking, every single damn muscle in my body was shaking, images flickering in front of my face at a thousand miles per hour but still trying hard to keep going. Tseng was beginning to make more needy noises up above me, and I was damned if I was gonna let Rufus win his sick little game over me. I could taste precum in my mouth... I just needed to hang in there for a while more. Hang in there Reno... Time to play my hand before these bastard images got the better of me.
I trailed a hand up Tseng's inner thigh, heading towards his crotch, and I was hanging in there pretty well... until Tseng's hand let go of mine and wrapped itself in my hair.
Well holy crap I dont know what that did, but the next thing I knew it was like I was goddamn reliving everything Rufus had done to me - I started to shudder, my lips stopped moving. I could hear Tseng up above me say my name but I was too into my own little damn world to even nod in answer. A milisecond later, my eyes shot open, I ripped his hand away and fell backwards onto the kitchen floor, landing with a painful thud right on my wounded back.
Oh fantastic, so as well as feeling sick to my stomach... as well as feeling like a scummy piece of crap for not even being able to do that much for Tseng... as well as that I'd just whacked my goddamn wound on my oh-so-not-hygienic kitchen floor. I closed my eyes - half out of complete and utter shame, half out of pain and panted. Oh shit. I was shuddering like hell, the visions of Rufus coming right back into my memory, fresh as fucking paint. What the fuck would Tseng think of me now? I could just imagine what his face looked like and it wasn't pretty. What with that mixed with the images of Rufus pretty-boy Shinra, my brain wasn't exactly having the best moment in its career right now.
"Reno?" Tseng's voice interrupted my brooding a moment later, what sounded like disappointment in his voice. I winced, not opening my eyes. I didn't want to see his face, no way. I just lay there for a second, listening to myself panting, letting one pathetic tear trickle out of the corner of my eye. Tseng didn't say anything else but I could feel his Wutaian eyes boring into me like a goddamn exhibition or something. What was he waiting for? I was expecting him to walk out or something - hell I half wanted him to, after the pathetic show I'd just made of myself! But if my ears were still working properly, then he sure wasn't moving.
A few precise footsteps, the sound of a zipper being done up, and then silence. I gulped, finally - from somewhere - I plucked up the courage to actually sit up and open my eyes... to be faced with a concerned, still panting Tseng, crouching down in front of me.
Tseng sighed and tilted his head at me.
"You're never going to listen to what I say, are you?" Oh yeah, great time to repremand me Tseng. Fucking fantastic.
We were both still panting from before, and Tseng's loose hair moved in front of my face as I finally plucked up the courage to look at him, frowning all the way. The lust somehow had totally disappeared from his face, and all that was left was a look that was half glare, half concern. How in the hell had he regained control so quickly? What was he, a robot? I know damn well if I were in his position, I'd still be leaning up against the counter panting... majorly pissed off at the asshole who'd just stopped before he was finished. I winced again. Dammit, forget Reno, I'm now officially Mr. Scum. Now all I needed was a nametag from somewhere...
I frowned up at him in confusion - and pain, as my goddamn wound was now throbbing, courtesy of the kitchen floor, then I made a truly great reply - I shrugged, well... shrugged as best I could with my muscles tensed up like they were. Tseng looked at me sternly, apparently 'shrug' wasn't exactly the answer he was after.
Don't get me wrong, its not that I didn't want to... well, it was, but damn I would have answered any other time - Jesus Christ if Tseng asked me, I'd jump outta this window right now. I'd wave my goddamn manhood in a tank of hungry alligators, still with a smile on my face if it made the miserable son of a bitch happy, but right now, Rufus was all I could think of. Rufus and his fucked up game on me. I pushed Tseng away, shuddering still, imagining those goddamn psychotic blue eyes as I scrabbled to my feet unsteadily. Trust me - drunk, shaking and tired is not a great mix when you want to walk anywhere.
"Crap ...I, I need to - " I never finished that sentence. Before I could think straight, I was out of the kitchen door, staggering desperately as I headed instinctively for the bathroom. I wanted a shower. I felt so fucking dirty all of a sudden. Used. Tseng didn't say a word as I stumbled out of that door, and to be honest I sure as hell couldn't bear to think what was going through his head. If I'd had the ability to string a sentence together, I would've apologised, but as it was I was desperate to get rid of this feeling, and I couldn't be sure that if I opened my mouth, I wasn't gonna hurl up all over my kitchen floor.
I didn't bother to turn on the light when I went in, I made a complete attempt to avoid the mirror and anything else in here that might show my reflection and headed straight for the shower, not bothering for the damned thing to heat up before I stepped under, still shuddering like hell and not just because of the cold water. I knew Tseng was still here, but right now my brain was having too much trouble with its own little battles against imploding on itself to deal with that too. I placed my hands on the wall under the shower and stared down at the shower tiles, like they were of some huge damn interest, just trying to come to terms with my own crap luck as the water ran over me.
Rufus had screwed me over, and I kinda think it was only now that it was totally sinking in, just what the fuck he'd done to me. And just when I thought my luck was turning, I'd gone and screwed up the one fucking thing I wanted to do to say 'gee by the way: thanks Tseng, for risking god only knows how much for me' and what had happened? I'd fucked up. No surprises there then. And why? Because of Rufus Shinra.
The sick little fuck who'd screwed up my head. I frowned down at the tiles as faint red swirls from my back swam down the drainage pipe.
...I guess... this meant Rufus had won, huh?
The wound in my back was stinging like hell under that shower, but I just couldn't give a damn right now. Hell, at least the pain was distracting from my psyche, acting about as goddamn crazy as a moogle on steroids. I gritted my teeth, wishing to god that the fucking pictures in my head would get lost. All I wanted to do right now, was stand under this goddamn shower for the night. I tried to forget about Tseng. If I were him, I would've left by now, thinking the prick who'd run off wasn't worth my time. Maybe if I practically showered the skin from my back, I might not feel so goddamn pathetic.
And that was pretty much the plan I had for the next... oh I dont know, couple of days? Or it was... until for some inexplicable reason, the shower dribbled to a stop, leaving me standing there, dripping wet and still feeling dirtier than one of Scarlet's thongs after she'd worn it for a week. What the goddamn holy hell just happened? I frowned and punched the wall.
Of all the times, of all the fucking times the water could've been cut off after months of me not bothering to pay for it, it had to happen now, didn't it? I wanted to scream. Whatever god or deity there is up there, I must have fucked them off majorly for all this to be happening to me.
A smooth hand on my shoulder jerked me out of that line of thought, and at the same time made me kind of cancel my plans to disembowel the entire governing board of Shinra Inc Water Supplies.
Tseng was standing there outside the shower, his face dark, brow low. I just stood there like a stupid son of a bitch. Well what the hell was I supposed to say? 'Oh, I'm sorry for not sucking you off, Tseng, I got kind've a problem with the fact that I was used like a fucking sex toy twice in the space of a week, but gimme a few hours and I'll get back to you.'
Oh sure... and wouldn't that line go down like a 50lb weight?
"Reno... you really are the most idiotic creature I ever trained." He purred after a moment of silence, and you know, for what he said, his tone of voice was actually sort of warm. I blinked stupidly at him, this time finding some kinda comfort in his touch. He shook his head at me, the only light in the place coming from the mako-green glow shining through from the hallway and catching the sober look on his face. "Is there a reason you have to disobey everything I say, or is it just for amusement?"
"...no reason," I muttered shamefacedly, really not wanting Tseng to be here right now. I'm just an old fashioned kinda guy at heart - I firmly believe that losing your goddamn mind should be done in private. "I guess I just like making an ass of myself."
Tseng's eyes flashed with that business-like seriousness. "Well then you're doing well, I suggest you take it up as a career if you enjoy it so much." He said correctly, sounding like a headmaster disciplining a naughty kid. I love Tseng like hell, but sometimes I really can't work him out... ok ok - most of the time I cant work him out, and this was no exception. What was with the mood swing? Didn't he get it? Did Mr 'I can read your mind like a billboard' not understand I just wanted to be left the hell alone? I was way too tired and stressed to try to figure him out now.
"I thought thats what I was doing." I answered, only noticing the slight snarl in my voice too late to do anything about it. Tseng didn't even blink, though his eyes seemed to soften by a fraction.
"If you carry on with that attitude, Reno, nothing I can do or say is going to help you. Trust me, I've seen enough come and go and I can tell you: if you continue the way you are," he sighed silently, "you'll be dead before the end of the year."
Oh yes, thanks Tseng thats the one damn thing I needed to hear right now. 'Hey, Reno, as well as being screwed senseless you're gonna die soon.' Well gee, aint my life one hell of a party?
I lowered my eyes. Damn, I couldn't keep my eyes on Tseng right now, he was using his little soul-searching routine. Damn, just one glance in the eyes and it felt like I couldn't hide shit from him. I suddenly realised I'd stopped shuddering too. Holy crap, they should sell this guy in pharmacies - this guy was the ultimate sedative.
"...A Turk, should not let an already beaten enemy win, Reno." He said quietly after a few moments, hand still on my shoulder and his face softening slightly from that look of complete utter business crap. I winced. Damn, how in the hell did this guy do it? Was it just me, was I that goddamn readable? Still... I know Tseng had good reason - I know he was trying to help me out, in his weird, twisted, way too calm way, but he had absolutely no idea what the hell had happened to me - in that office, in that goddamn awful hospital bed, unable to do a thing because of the freaky Mako crap pumping through my veins. And he was... telling me to just forget it? Hey, don't worry about me, Tseng. All Rufus did was fuck me, drug me, blackmail me and hurt me. Gimme a couple of aspirin and I'll be all fine and fucking dandy.
I frowned at him drunkenly, feeling anger that I knew sure as hell shouldn't be there. I gritted my teeth and gulped audibly.
"That's none of your damn business."
"If you say so." He said flatly, but his hand massaged my shoulder soothingly as he spoke, and I could see the traces of a soft look on his face. "But I'd like to think that you are, in fact, my business now." I glanced up at him, ok so his face hadn't changed, but the tone of his voice had... and a hell of a lot. I frowned confusedly, to be rewarded with a slight curl of his lip. "Reno, you asked me to trust you, and I'm doing so. Is it so hard to do the same?"
The answer, which I sure as hell knew was the truth, was a big fat 'no Tseng, I'd follow you up Satan's ass if you wanted me to,' but me, being the illogical son of a bitch I am, was still angry that Tseng had just tried to get me to shrug off the fact that the vice president had screwed me senseless. I've come to the conclusion - if my brain hates me, I hate it a hell of a lot more, because even though I knew damn well that I was sickeningly in love with the guy in front of me, even though I would've goddamn died for him, gouged out my own fucking eyes if it'd make him crack a smile, even though I wanted Tseng right here... my brain screwed me over, anger got the better of me and I did something fucking ridiculous.
I lied.
"...Yes." I snarled, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed.
Tseng's reaction was enough to make me feel like my goddamn heart was being put through a shredder. His eyes faltered for a second, looking completely lost for words in the most totally un-Tseng like way. Then he looked around, almost like he was trying to avoid my eyes. A sigh. A long, slow, godawful sigh.
"I see." He said blankly, starting to straighten up, folding his shoulders back and putting the barrier back up. The next thing I knew, I was looking at the head of the goddamn Turks again, with a stick up his ass and a perpetual glare on his face. I gulped, eyes wide as I realised just what the fuck I'd said. Tseng smoothed down one of his lapels, me standing there goddamn speechless as the anger ebbed away to be replaced by a feeling like I was gonna hurl and second now. He took his hand off my shoulder and the shower controls and stepped back, nodding concisely. "Three weeks then, and I suggest you make sure you arrive on time for a change."
...and that was it. He didn't say another damn thing, just turned and strode out the door, like nothing had happened.
Fuck.
For a second I just stood there, a vacant expression on my face that would've made Palmer look goddamn intelligent, and a feeling in my stomach like I'd swallowed a pint of acid. What the hell did I just do? I listened to Tseng's footsteps ringing out hollowly as he headed down the hallway away from me. I'll tell ya what the hell you just did, Reno. You just drove away the one guy you actually felt anything for, the one guy who'd actually fucking trusted you in this crazy scrapheap of a city. Man, what an achievement. Congratulations, Reno, you just won the 'Stupidest asshole of the goddamn century' award. Your prize? A trip to Fuckup Alley with a bottle of whiskey in tow.
I grimaced subconsciously when I heard the front door open, and my heart skipped a beat. Several beats, actually. I panicked. Fuck Rufus, right now that was the least of my troubles. I didn't want Tseng to leave, goddamn it! I could still see Rufus' cold blue eyes in front of me, tormenting the hell outta me, but I was damned if I was gonna let Tseng walk out of that door and not come back again. Fuck it, he was the one guy I actually needed right now, and trust me thats one hell of a thing for me to admit.
I gritted my teeth when I heard the door shut again, and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel as I ran after Tseng. I couldn't let the guy leave, I didn't want to be alone for 3 weeks. Holy crap, after all the shit that had happened to me I couldn't be sure that I'd last 3 weeks. I'd probably drink myself into a coma by the second day. I stormed through the hallway and reached for the door just as I heard Tseng's car door open, not giving a damn right now that I was naked all but a towel. Hey, some of the stuff you saw this side of Midgar at night? A guy running around in nothing but a towel was close to normal.
Tseng stopped in his tracks when he heard the door open and looked up at me. Damn, I couldn't tell anything from his eyes anymore, he just looked like the Tseng I'd known for the last 2 years - cold, distant... ah shit. He placed his hand on the car door and raised an eyebrow.
"Make it quick." He snapped, and my heart sank so damn low. I'd been listening out to hear if there was anything in his voice, but nope, nu-uh, not a damn thing, unless it was the sound of utter disgust. I sighed and stepped out, about freezing my damn nuts off with just a towel wrapped around me, and still wet from the shower. Heh... I musta looked like a goddamn drowned rat, but did I care? Like fuck did I... Over the past 36 hours, Tseng had seen me in a hell of a lot worse situations than this.
"...I talk shit." Was the first thing that flew out of my mouth. I winced. Hah, good start Reno, good of ya to establish that fact right now. Not exactly damn eloquent is it? Tseng's eyebrow raised even more at me, a humourless look on his face.
"I've noticed." He said flatly, narrowing his eyes and tapping his fingers impatiently against the car door. "Is that all you came out to inform me Reno?"
Cold. As. Ice. And I'm not just talking about the damn weather, either. It was suddenly kinda hard to imagine that just a few hours ago, the same guy who was standing there staring at me like I was scum on his shoe, had been poised over me breathing my damn name down at me. Holy crap can you say 'schitzophrenia'? I shook my head.
"Damn Tseng, I came out here to apologise." Now is it just me or did that make me sound like such a whiny little bitch? Not that I gave a damn right now. My pride could wait to get screwed up until the rest of my psyche had pulled itself off the edge of collapse. Tseng's reaction was about the same reaction a stone wall would give. He stayed silent, fingers still drumming on the car door. It looked like he was trying his damn hardest to make me just turn around and go back in, but I wasn't gonna do that, no matter how deathly that glare got. If I walked back into that godawful crappy little apartment alone, the next time I came out would probably be on a stretcher - or in a bodybag.
"If you want to apologise for something Reno, do it on paper, and in company time." He stated matter-of-factly, "In three weeks. You're on sick leave, so I suggest you take the time to recouperate." He nodded at the wet bandages around my waist "Make sure you keep redressing that wound and stay away from the alcohol, and I'll see you in the Tower in three weeks... preferably on time."
"Tseng, this crap can't be done on goddamn paper!" I gritted my teeth. "This ain't no company shit and you damn well know it!" I was going out of my tiny little head by now, crap it felt like I was back at goddamn square one, and all because I'd been a stupid son of a bitch. I knew damn well from everything tonight that what Tseng was doing was just a front all because of me, but I tell you, there's one hell of a difference between knowing Tseng's putting on a front, and getting him to drop it, the awkward asshole. I sighed hard and stared at the floor. This wasn't working. Just one word had caused so much shit - the guy felt fucking betrayed by me, thought I was a damn hypocrite and oh yeah didn't that do a hell of a lot for what was left of my self respect?
Tseng was gonna leave wether I liked it or not.
I was screwed.
"...I have no reason to stay, Reno." A change in tone. I glanced up to see him walking back around the car towards me, his face looking at least a little less like all the emotion had been surgically removed from it. He clasped his hands in front of his stomach and stared at me. "Give me one."
I stared at him for a second, Tseng's eyes narrowed slightly at me, his hair had been smoothed down but I could still see a few rough patches where I'd been hanging onto it just a few minutes earlier, and there was a bruise on his collarbone where I'd been sucking at it. He was asking for a reason to stay? Maybe there was a little hope left for a son of a bitch like me after all...
I gulped. Time for this lying bastard here to do a little truth telling.
"Holy shit, boss, you think I'd have told you half the crap I have if I didn't trust you?" Ignore the crack in my voice for hell's sake, Tseng, leave me a little dignity.
There was a pause. We were back to pauses goddamn it. I licked my lips and looked at Tseng seriously, who for a second remained in exactly the same pose. He was thinking.
"...Is that a good enough reason for me to stay?"
"Well if it aint, then I dont know what the hell is. Even Rude doesn't know half the shit you do." I gulped, for a guy like me this was a hell of a lot of honesty spewing from my mouth, and it was making me kinda nervous. "I ain't your damn father, and I know sure as hell you're nothing like the goddamn Don... but if that ain't a good enough reason, then I've got nothing else for you, Tseng."
Tseng's pose still hadn't changed. I only wished I knew what the fuck that meant. I couldn't tell wether that was a good or a bad thing right now, and I was on the verge of going damn crazy. What? Was it that hard a question? Yes or no woulda been good enough for me, not 'I'll stare at you blankly for half a goddamn hour and then do something totally fucking obscure that has nothing to do with the question.' I was losing it. I was shaking like hell and not just because I was cold, either. Rufus was still in there somewhere, tormenting the hell out of me, and the one guy who could be the antidote to it was standing there with a look on his face that made me wonder wether he hadn't just been struck down where he was. Then he blinked, slowly.
"You're shivering Reno."
"Yeah well..." I gulped "thats what kinda happens when you feel like you're about to lose your damn lunch on the pavement." Cracking voice... honesty... holy crap what had I been drinking? Whatever it was, it sure as hell aint no good thing - I was acting more like a girl than a girl would right now. But I was just hoping it'd be worth getting my pride a little dented.
"And your bandages..." He trailed off here, voice only fractionally less death-inducing. I glanced down at the bloody, ripped damp layer of cloth around my waist. Oh... yeah another cockup for Reno. When I'd thrown myself into that damn shower, I pretty much hadn't given a rat's ass about them, but now... holy crap they were a mess. I looked up at him again and shrugged.
"I'll change them I guess." Wow... that was a real enthusiastic answer wasn't it Reno? And totally believeable too. Tseng carried on watching me, a look of uncertainty beginning to appear in those obsidian eyes of his. Apparently my acting skills needed touching up, because I could tell he'd seen straight through that big fat mother of a lie. Finally, a little goddamn emotion from Tseng! That was all I needed - just some kind of response to give me the boost I needed to say something. A tiny smirk formed on my face. "...that is unless some random passing 5' 9", black-haired, brown-eyed, wutaian guy with a little dot on his forehead wanted to do it for me?"
Tseng stared at me, my heart goddamn jumping as for the third time in a 24 hour space I laid all my cards on the table. A moment later, a sly smirk began to slip across his face.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." He said softly, eyes flickering at me for a second, and then he turned and headed for his car, hands clasped behind his back in that oh-so-annoying yet somehow sexy pose.
Finally an answer. My heart felt like it was doing cartwheels inside my chest. See you tomorrow. Tomorrow. I smirked wider, a little old fashioned Renoism coming back into my head. Tseng was coming back tomorrow. That was enough of an answer to keep this Turk happy, and Rufus' mind fuck over me became just that much less effective.
Still, I'd be damned if Tseng was leaving tonight. Hell, after all this crap I was feeling pretty goddamn flaky, and Tseng was the one thing apart from a bottle that could keep me from ending up in a rubber room by the end of three weeks.
"You're going already?" I stepped down another step. Tseng re-opened the car door and then looked up at me, still smirking slightly.
"Reno, as much as I'd love to walk into work tomorrow morning looking as though I'd been dragged from here to Rocket Town by a passing flock of chocobos during the night," he said lowly, taking sarcasm beyond the goddamn edge of reason, "I think it might raise a few questions, don't you? I'm going home for a shower."
I smirked for a second, calming my heartbeat down now that Tseng wasn't on the verge of telling me to get bent, still hitching up the towel around my waist like some chick with a loose skirt and a modesty problem as I stepped down the last step and onto the alley, damn freezing as I leaned forwards, placing a hand on Tseng's bonnet as he went to climb in.
"You know, there's a free shower booked for ya at Maison a la Reno's if you're interested."
Tseng stopped where he was, eyes flickering up to mine in amusement. Then he stood back up tall and 'mmm'-ed at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Sounds interesting..."
"Yeah don't it just? Great mood lighting, junk-themed atmosphere... State of the art shower equipment too - you can have cold water, you can have hot water... and the great thing is if you really want it? You can have hot water and cold water at the same time."
Yeah, well maybe I was taking optimism a little too far, but if you were in my position? You probably would've done the same thing. Tseng appreciated it anyway, judging from the humour in his eyes. He licked his lips as the smirk spread across his face. He looked down at the car one last time, shut the door and walked back around the car again towards me, who just happened to be standing there in a towel way too small for me, being annoyingly illuminated by the green glow of Mako... which probably meant Tseng could see the mindless grin that had somehow managed to attatch itself to my face as he walked back. Not that I gave a damn right now, and gave even less of a damn when my boss was standing in front of me moving soaking wet hair out of my face slowly.
"...I like the sound of that offer." He muttered at me, eyes flickering across my face with that Tseng-copyrighted look of amusement, along with what I could only figure was him judging how I was feeling. To tell the plain and obvious truth this sure as hell wasn't one of the best days of my life, but Tseng being there for at least a few more hours was putting me in a state of mind that was swaying more towards the 'non-manic' area of the scale right now. I managed to force that grin down into a smirk somehow as the annoying but so damn gorgeous asshole in front of me ran his fingers through my hair, at which point my eyes rolled back for a fraction of a second. "It seems as though I'd be mad to refuse."
"Yeah, well I wasn't gonna say it." I smirked absently, enjoying Tseng's touch too damn much to say anything even vaguely intelligent. Well I was allowed to enjoy it, dammit - for about 5 minutes back there, I'd been scared as hell I wasn't gonna get the chance to touch the guy ever again, except by accident when he was handing over more goddamn reports for me to clutter my desk with. And now... well, what was happening pretty much spoke for itself. The one thing that was wrong with this scene was the fact that I was out in the freezing goddamn cold night of Midgar, damp, wearing only a towel, and freezing my ass off, but that didn't really bother me too much due to the fact that Tseng was by now crushed up against me, apparently not in the least bit bothered that he was getting that perfect, stupidly ironed jacket of his damp from me.
If everything had been depending on my nearly non-existant wits right now, I'd probably have been standing out there, Tseng stroking a hand through my hair until I either got pneumonia or just turned into a goddamn Reno-shaped block of ice. Thankfully though Tseng's not as much of an idiot as me, and the next thing I knew I was being walked up the steps backwards, Tseng's arm around me and more importantly - those goddamn intoxicating lips pressed up against mine again with a purr. Well I wasn't exactly gonna protest, here, was I? I may be a loudmouthed son of a bitch, but from time to time I do know when to keep my fat mouth shut - or open, as it happened to be a second later when we were back in the hall, Tseng finally giving up that damn annoying stoicism again and running his tongue against the roof of my mouth. Guess that dumbass lie that had flown outta my mouth had finally run its distance.
A couple of seconds (though it could have been hours, hell I wasn't counting here) later, Tseng kicked the door shut, and almost at the same time I dropped that goddamn annoying towel on the floor. Well... it was in the way, and its not exactly like I've got that much modesty here anyway. Besides, it gave me an extra hand to run up Tseng's back, feeling the muscles under that suit like a starved kid given run of a damn candy store. For a moment there, I swear I completely forgot anything about that bastard vice-president as we ended up leaning against the wall, eventually parting that kiss, both panting from lack of oxygen in our lungs.
Tseng was half soaked by now, not that it actually seemed to bother him for a change. I guess even neat freaks like Tseng can forget being so damn organised sometimes.
He smirked at me for a second as we regained our breath, still brushing a hand through my hair as I grinned back lazily, a little disbelief in there too, after that hiatus had pretty much convinced me Tseng was just gonna leave because of my screw up. Well... its not the first time I've been proved wrong, anyway.
I was trailing a hand along Tseng's shoulders, contented as an asshole like me could possibly be, eyes closed through utter exhaustion when Tseng suddenly burst into damn crazy low purring laughter. I raised an eyebrow and opened an eye, peering out inquisitively. What the hell? Yup, Tseng was laughing alright, chuckling to himself like a psycho out of a goddamn slasher movie as he watched his fingers trail through my matted hair. Now, in love with the strange son of a bitch or not, seeing Tseng laugh to himself is still damn disturbing, especially since the only time he normally laughs to himself at work is when me and Rude have done something wrong, or he knows we're gonna have to suffer - like that time we got sent to oust out an anti-shinra group that had just happened to set up camp in the Midgar sewage farm; so you can kinda tell why I was a litte edgy here. I gulped and cocked my head.
"Wanna care and share, Tseng?" I said. Tseng just smirked for a second, and then leaned in to me.
"Hm... I was just wondering... what Heidigger would say if he found out his two best Turks were actually lovers." He chuckled at me. I didn't laugh... actually I didn't goddamn breathe, for a moment, anyway. There. He'd said a word this guy right here sure as hell hadn't expected from him.
Lovers.
Tseng and Reno - lovers. Has a damn nice ring to it, doncha think? I gulped back a lump in my throat, keeping up a vaguely macho front and pretending that word hadn't affected me as much as it actually had. Lovers, well that sure as hell was never a title I'd thought would ever apply to me before. I just smirked at him, covering up the crack in my voice with a laugh.
"And I'm pretty damn sure it'd be interesting to hear what the Don would have to say if he heard his two prisoners almost scored in his mansion, as well." I smirked, planting my hands on Tseng's shoulders as he grinned back at me, apparently what I said was damn amusing to him. He chuckled at me, crushing his chest closer to mine.
"Well you know him better than me, Reno," he purred, that rumbling Wutaian accent of his vibrating through me as he licked his bottom lip and smirked slyly, "you tell me what he'd think."
"I'm guessing he'd be jealous." Was my reply, and I nodded stupidly, smirk still stuck to my face like it was stuck there with goddamned superglue. "Both of them. Hell I know I would be if I were them."
"True." Tseng's eyes narrowed in amusement and he traced a finger over my lips, followed by a heartfelt sigh. "Reno, what am I going to do with you?" He finally lamented, shaking his head despairingly. What? What had I done now, dammit? I could never tell with Tseng wether he was joking or serious, considering how goddamn straight faced the son of a bitch always was. Ever helpful though, I gave him the only answer my defunct little brain could think of at the time.
"...dock my wages?" I offered eventually, not exactly sure if that was the answer he'd been looking for, but saying it anyway. By now I'd stopped shivering from the cold, and my brain had actually calmed down a hell of a lot as well. Heh... shows ya how much power Tseng had over my psyche anyway. For once I was actually pretty content. Rufus was still in there yeah, but right now kinda over run by the estacy of the fact that Tseng was staying here at least for a couple more hours, and dammit dont I know how sucky that sounds, but I really didn't give a rat's ass. Sure I'm a Turk and we kill, maim, torture, kidnap and do all the nasty shit you can think of under the Sun, but we're allowed to have some kinda goddamn emotion here, and my emotion right now? Fuck, there isn't a way to describe how the hell I was feeling, it'd take 20 goddamn minutes to reel off a list of emotions I was feeling right now. I was still reeling from the fact that Tseng had actually referred to me as his 'lover'. Holy crap...
Ok Reno, the place for the contents of your stomach is in your stomach, not all over Tseng's damn suit. Keep it there.
"I wasn't talking about work." He murmured soothingly, eyes half lidded and one drool-inducingly, damn gorgeous smirk on his face. I took in a breath, smirked back at him and planted my lips on his, sighing at the weird anaesthetic effect Tseng somehow had on me. Well I'd lost 5 minutes worth of this stuff dammit! I was planning on making up for lost time... or I was, until my plan got well and truly stinted by the fact that the kissee drew away before I could get into it. Ah goddamn it, Tseng. I frowned at him as he stepped back away from me, deepening it when he removed his hand from where it had been brushing through my hair so damn relaxingly and turned, walking down the hallway away from me. "Now I believe there's a shower waiting for me?" He looked over his shoulder at me, still standing there with an annoyed frown on my face from the interruption. I coulda sworn I heard him laugh at me, the bastard. He leaned against the bathroom doorway and smirked back down the hallway.
"Yeah, well maybe I double-booked it by mistake." I said smugly, a little annoyed at being kinda abandoned just like that, but way too happy to be much assed with it - for the first time in 9 days I was feeling more like Reno and less like useless scum of the Planet. Now that's a damn good thing to be feeling, trust me here. I slipped a tongue over my teeth as a Renoistic smirk formed on my face. "Gee, I'm sorry Tseng, looks like you're gonna have to turn up to the office in the morning still looking like a damn scarecrow."
"On the contrary," Tseng purred at me, raising an eyebrow as he slipped his jacket off, and I let my eye slip over his toned body as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "there's more than adequate room for two, Reno, and I'm sure whoever they are wouldn't mind sharing a shower with me." Next the pants. I wont bother telling you where my eyes were heading, I'm pretty sure you can figure that one out for yourself. Tseng chuckled to himself, knowing damn well what was going through my mind, for two reasons. One: Tseng can about damn read my mind anyway, and Two: the way I was staring, smirking gormlessly, it was pretty hard to miss. A lick of the lips, and then that eyebrow of his raised higher and he started to slip his boxers down... and then disappeared into the bathroom, dammit. "If anyone who wants to use your shower turns up, Reno... send them straight in."
As much of a dumbass as I am, I knew why Tseng was leaving that invitation open, being careful, in the most goddamn annoying way he could possibly have devised, but the truth was that right now? The reason behind it didn't exist. Rufus was lingering at the back of my mind somewhere, like a goddamn vice-president-shaped vampire bat ready to swoop, but I thought about it for a second, as steam started to pour out of the bathroom. Rufus had nearly won once already tonight, and I was damned if I was gonna give up this good mood and what I hoped was the start of the end of this shit, just to let him win again. Fuck Rufus, he could stick that pretty boy psychotic head of his up his ass for all I cared. I had a naked, wet Tseng in the next room, goddamn it. No way this Turk was giving up that opportunity, you'd have to hit me pretty damn hard round the head to make me crazy enough to give that one up.
So finally - at goddamn last - feeling something like myself instead of a nameless pile of Shinra Scum, I ran a hand through my still matted hair, let a Renoistic, lecherous grin spread crazily across my face, and followed my boss - my 'lover' goddamn it - into the steam-filled bathroom.
Don Corneo and Rufus could go lick Heidigger's crusty ass for all I cared - it was about time I got some kind of a break in all this.
And what a hell of a break I'd been given
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