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Back in Black	By : mizperceived Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tseng's eyes moved quickly over Vincent's face, focusing on everything and nothing at the same time. Feeling those firm lips move against his own had his control quickly unraveling. The seduction in the question was the catalyst for it to finally snap. With a guttural, "fuck yes," from the Director, Vincent crashed their lips together. Tseng violently speared his fingers through the inky black locks he itched to touch for as long as he could remember and tugged harshly earning him a slight mewl of pleasure from the gunner.

Tseng smirked slightly as he felt Vincent melt into him. The Wutain took advantage of the small opening to deftly unbutton the simple white shirt Vincent was wearing. Somewhere in his lust-hazed mind he realized that Vincent was wearing only his shirt and pants, his jacket, tie and shoes were gone.

Breaking away from the kiss, Tseng frowned slightly at the other man, "you planned this." It wasn't a question but more of an accusation that Vincent didn't bother responding too. The newly reinstated Turk was too enthralled with watching the black silk strip of cloth that constituted Tseng's tie slowly glide out from one side of the man's shirt collar. Vincent smirked slightly as he pulled the collar of the shirt away from Tseng's skin and sliced the shirt, the button placket being cut clean away from two sharp talons were quickly dragged down on either side of it.

"Wh-what the hell? My shirt!"

"Shut up," Vincent muttered as he stared at the now exposed chiseled chest of his superior. "You loved that and your dry cleaning came in when you were out," he said in an off-handed manner as his hands pushed the destroyed shirt off of the Wutain's frame.

Not to be out done, Tseng pulled Vincent's shirt off and tossed it off to the side before he took a slight step back from the other man and reached for his hidden boot knife. Vincent shuddered in delight at the sudden revealing of the concealed weaponry. He wondered just what else the Director was hiding.

With two quick slashed of the bowie knife he ripped off parts of Vincent's leather pants that consisted mainly of intricate buckles. Vincent frowned down at his now destroyed pants, but the emotion quickly dissolved as Tseng snaked a hand into his pants to stroke his member teasingly.

"Get up," Tseng commanded as he placed the knife on his desk and Vincent on reflex stood up. He let the Wutain push his pants over his lean hips, allowing the buttery soft leather to fall with a whisper of a sound down to the ground. Tseng let his hands travel over the gunner's slightly boney hips to sweep down to grip the man's ass, Tseng's fingers lightly dragging and pulling apart the fleshy mounds.

Vincent's head tipped back as he felt Tseng's still cloth covered erection rub against his exposed one and his superior's hand giving him a salacious massage while nipping and sucking on his neck. The pale man rubbed himself against the Director, eliciting moans from both men.

"Turn around," Tseng hummed in Vincent's ear in between tugging on the man's ear lobe and running his tongue on the outer shell. Vincent blindly nodded and did as he was told as Tseng reached into his draw to grab a few things. When the elder felt gentle hands run up and down his spine in a soothing motion did things click in his mind.

"No," his rich baritone cut into the silence of the room. Tseng arched an eyebrow at Vincent's outburst but otherwise ignored it as he continued to stroke the man's back, leaning forward to place a few kisses at the base of his neck.

Vincent shrugged off the contact and turned his head to the side to glare at Tseng.

"I said no."

"Excuse me?" Though he was confused, the Director still backed off. "Change your mind?" Tseng asked cautiously.

"No, just you've got it wrong," Vincent's voice fell another octave as he spoke. His back still towards his superior. "You presumed too much… Tseng," he purred as he slowly stood straight and turned around. "I said I was going to fuck you."

The Wutain frowned at Vincent's declaration.

"I don't think so," he growled as his hand seized the back of Vincent's skull. The hand loosened a bit to grasp onto long tresses as Tseng wrenched Vincent's head back and seized the man's lips in a bruising kiss. The gunner moaned into the kiss as the younger's lips moved expertly over his, their tongues dueling for the dominance both needed, wanted to assert.

Breaking apart from the kiss, panting heavily, both growled in frustration as neither one gave quarter and they reached a stalemate. It was at that point that Vincent decided to play dirty. He reached out and grasped Tseng's chin as he slowly lifted his head to look into his boss' eyes.

Tseng's ebony eyes widened in shock as he gazed, nearly hypnotized by Vincent's now golden glowing eyes.

"Chaos," he murmured almost reverently. Vincent smirked as his eyes slowly dimmed and returned to their unique vermillion color. "You said he went back to the planet. You lied," Tseng hissed.

"Fancy that. A Turk… lied," Vincent's smirk broadened into a smile as Tseng scowled down at him. The Directors scowl quickly changed as Vincent's lips attached to one of his dark peaked nipples as his human hand played with the other one.

Resigned to the fact that he could not out dominate THE fucking demon, Tseng let the rest of his need to be in control slip and let the pleasure flow through him.

"Use your gauntlet."

"Hm?

"Use," Tseng licked his dry lips as his looked down at the pitch black head of hair that was pressed close to his torso. Vincent was placing hot open mouthed kisses to his chest and defined abs as he waited for Tseng to reiterate his statement. "Use your claws on my nipples."

"Hmm," Vincent hummed as he complied with the request. "Someone like a bit of pain?"

"What's pleasure without some pain?"

Vincent's mouth continued to create a wet path down Tseng's torso. The elder's back facing the desk as Tseng gave up any hope of keeping some composure leaned slightly over his desk. His palms placed on the ink pad, holding him upright as Vincent continued his sensual assault.

Licking the skin just above the waistband of Tseng's pants, Vincent waited until the Director looked down at him. Both had mirrored expressions on their face. Single eyebrows arched in a high arrogant angle. Without words a challenge was issued and accepted.

In a flash, Vincent hooked his golden clawed covered fingers into the waistband of the younger's pants and tore them off of the man's frame. Tseng hissed as Vincent's talons scrapped across the soft flesh above his pelvic area, cutting him not too deep but enough that blood began to seep out.

Vincent closed his eyes as the tip of his tongue lapped up the blood, the body he was sliding down shuddered in restrained excitement. Tseng's hands once again plunged into the dark depths of the other's hair, guiding Vincent down to his long, thick weeping erection. It had been so long since Vincent had last done this that he hoped he wasn't clumsy and would please Tseng.

"Ngh. Remind me… to move your station… to under… my desk. Gaiadammit that's so gooood," Tseng groaned his hips began pumping back and forth, forcing Vincent to take more and more of him in his mouth. At Tseng's uncharacteristic outburst Vincent laughed around the cock in his mouth. The vibration sending little sparks of ecstasy through the Director's body.

"Okay," he breathed. He pushed Vincent's head off of him as the gunner gripped more firmly onto his ass. "I'll cum too soon if you continue that, darling,' Tseng drawled. The endearment rolling off of his tongue as if it was a normal everyday word for his vocabulary.

Tseng reached for Vincent to reciprocate but all he grabbed was air as the gunner slithered between Tseng's widespread legs. Vincent slowly rose up, his body flush up against the younger man's as he gripped his own erection and ran it up and down between Tseng's firm and shapely ass cheeks.

"Do you…"

Tseng reached for the little container and handed the item silently to Vincent. The gunner smiled as his popped the top off of the tube of petroleum jelly. He did love a man that enjoyed the classics, whether it was music, movies or choice of lubrication. Placing a quick kiss on Tseng shoulder, he spoke in a low tone, "hand or… claw?"

Tseng shivered at the request. Looking over the shoulder that Vincent had just kissed, the Wutain smirked before replying with, "both."

Vincent dipped his human hand into the lubricant and spread it nearly evenly among the fingers and talons he would use. He scooped out a bit more and rubbed it into the palm of his gauntlet and used that to stroke his heavy erection with, coating it with a thick amount of lube. The feeling of the cold metal on heated flesh was sinfully delicious and Vincent moaned direction into Tseng's ear, causing the younger to buck in excitement.

The talons dug into the soft flesh of Tseng's ass as Vincent's fingers slowly circled around the puckered entrance he wanted to desperately bury himself in. Tseng was bent over slightly, the elder sharpshooter was happy that he was slowly jerking himself off. Vincent wasted no time inserting one finger, loosing up the man slightly before adding a second finger, then ultimately a third. Tseng was sufficiently stretched but Vincent hadn't found what his fingers were seeking, that one spot that would turn those low keening moans into a scream of pleasure.

He removed his fingers and pushed Tseng a little more forward. Using the middle finger and thumb of his human hand to keep the ass spread apart, he slowly inserted one gold talon inside of Tseng. The Director hissed at the new intrusion as he felt the sharp tips scrape across his inside, then suddenly Tseng's knees buckled as he shouted Vincent's name.

"Found it," Vincent smiled, quite pleased at the reaction he got. Vincent continued the minor assault on Tseng's prostrate for a few more minutes before his own erection started ebbing onto the side of pain. The elder gracefully stood up and pulled Tseng back with him to the neglected executive chair and Tseng violently pushed away earlier.

The gunman sat down in the chair and turned Tseng around, smiling devilishly at his superior.

"I don't want to just sit in the fucking chair, as you accused earlier. I want to fuck you in the chair."

Tseng smirked as he crawled onto Vincent's lap, his thighs framing the pale man's as he lowered himself slowing on Vincent's dripping cock. The men moaned in unison as Tseng slid slowly down and ground his hips down, changing the constrictive feeling he caused on the cock buried deep inside him. Vincent easily lifted up Tseng's hips and stilled the younger man as he began pistoning his hips up and down at a violently face pace.

The pace was too furious for proper kissing, but worked for biting and licking here and there. Much too soon, Vincent felt his balls tighten up. He was on the verge and wanted to cum so badly but needed to slow down.

Tseng saw the grimace of the sweet pain of an impending orgasm rush across his lover's face. Instead up easing up his counter strike, he squeezed his inner muscled and milked Vincent's orgasm out of him. The pale man flung his head back against the leather headrest of the chair, eyes squeezed tight as he released his essence deep inside Tseng.

Gulping huge gasps of air, Vincent willed his body to calm down.

"That was…."

"Only half the fun," Tseng finished. Vincent's eyes snapped open as he looked at Tseng who smirked and looked down at his still throbbing erection.

"Oh fucking hell. I'm so sorry…"

"Hm. I bet you are," Tseng replied as he slipped off of Vincent's lap. Tseng bit his lip as Vincent's softening cock eased out of him. "So, you're going to make it up to me," he said as he reached for the sated man. Tseng pulled Vincent flush up against him as he kissed him. Framing the ethereal face in both hands, Tseng. "You're so beautiful," he whispered before continuing to kiss the other man tenderly.

The sweetness of the moment caused an odd occurrence in Vincent. His chest clenched and his body came back to life.

"But," Tseng sigh as he stepped off to Vincent's side, "that doesn't change the fact that your place is under me," he growled as he viciously gripped Vincent's hair near the nape of his neck and bent the man over his desk.

Vincent's cock hardened instantly at the sudden extreme dominance that Tseng displayed. He was caught off guard when Tseng's hands snaked around his waist. One gripping his cock the other was working something over it repeatedly. Vincent frowned and looked down.

"A… rubber band?"

"You need to learn control. This will do in a pinch and keep you from cumming before I'm ready for you to," the Director grunted in his ear.

"You cheated," Vincent accused. "You used a rubber band as a cock ring to keep from cumming!"

"Fancy that. A Turk cheating," Tseng taunted, throwing Vincent's words right back at him.

Whatever else Vincent may had said after that was lost as Tseng tongue suddenly rasped across his tight hole, moistening it, causing it to clench and unclench.

"My needy Turk," Tseng cooed as he dipped two fingers in the tube of lube Vincent had used before and thoroughly coated his cock and fingers. Tseng moved slightly and bite into the flesh of Vincent's inner thigh as he pushed a finger deep inside the Turk. He made quick work of finding the bundle of nerves that set Vincent's body aflame. The Director, loved hearing Vincent moan without abandon. It was his new favorite thing and he intended to hear it as often as possible from now on.

Finishing with prepping Vincent's body for what was to come next, Tseng leaned over the elder's body, tugging the man's head back by his hair.

"Ready?"

"Yessss," Vincent hissed as he pushed back hoping to catch Tseng's erection and force it inside.

Tseng sheathed himself fully in one thrust, Vincent cried out in pleasure. The pain was there but gone instantly as Tseng pulled back and rearranged his angle. On his second thrust he hit Vincent's sweet spot. There was no holding back from that point as Tseng dug his fingers into Vincent's hips, pounding into the man. Vincent's cries of satisfaction egged the Director on.

Grabbing the knife off of the desk, he slowed down his rhythm and cut off the rubber band that was around his erection, then the one Vincent had on. Tseng suddenly pulled out of Vincent and turned him around, laying his older lover down on his desk. Vincent hair billowing over Tseng's name plaque and other office supplies.

Eyes locked onto each other, Tseng reentered Vincent's welcoming body but his pace wasn't the same. Both men were at the precipice of release, just needing that one thrust, that one word.

Tseng leaned down and kissed Vincent one last time with all he had. Tightening his hand around Vincent's erection, began picking up speed in his thrusts as Vincent wrapped his legs tighter around Tseng's waist. He buried his hand Tseng's hair as his claws dug into the muscles in Tseng's back.

"Say my…name… and… cum for me," Tseng panted. "Tell me… you're mine," the last word came out in a low shuddering moan as Vincent called Tseng's name. Both men falling over that edge at the same time.

xXx

The laid like that for only a few minutes before muscles and bones protested against the positions and location.

Looking down at Vincent, Tseng's eyes danced with humor.

"What?" Vincent drawled.

"Don't think this will get you out of having to fill out those forms," Tseng teased. Vincent frowned slightly as he tried to remember what forms Tseng was speaking about.

Scowling at the man still above him, Vincent punched Tseng in the shoulder before playfully ordering his boss to respect his elders.

A/N: SURPRISE! I ONCE AGAIN DON'T FOLLOW THE "SLASH FIC RULES!" As you can see it was really a VxTxV story… Long? Yes? Worth it? I dunno… you tell me. Leave a review and let me know. =D

Thank you to everyone who has read/reviewed/added this story as a favorite.

PS. If anyone knows an easy way to respond to individual reviews - let me know!

I HAVE to share this with you guys. I contemplated on how I was going to write the above. Who does who? (difficult question when writing a pairing for the first time) So, I had a sit down conversation in my head with my muse (Reno) and it went like this: (I shit you not… I really AM that insane)

Reno: *sitting at a kitchen table eating an obscenely large deli sandwich with the works*

So, I'm thinking of Vincent pounding the shit outta Tsengbird…

Reno: *continues munching away*

Hrm. Okay, how about Tseng just fucks the ever-loving-shit outta Vampy?

Reno: *still no reaction other than chewing*

BAH! FINE! VINCENT FUCKS THE HELL OUT OF TSENG THEN THE KING OF EMOS GETS HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM AS TSENG RAMS HIM INTO NEXT TUESDAY?

Reno: *looks up with glazed over eyes and a piece of lettuce hanging precariously out of his mouth*

Ladies and gentleman, we have a winner!
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