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Tough Love	By : tstearns Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Well..?" Tseng said after breaking the kiss.

I sat there for a moment, limp and unmoving as if my limbs weighed a million
metric tons, unwilling to open my eyes just yet just in case it had been a
dream. I pressed my tongue to the roof on my mouth, savoring the taste of
him, the feel of him, not wanting the sensations to pass. I wanted this
moment permanently engraved into my memory.

"Reno?" He probably thought I was unconscious. And maybe
I was. There was no way that had just happened. No way.
It had been way too good for just a kiss.

Finally I slitted an eye to see him still hovering over me just inches from my
face, amusement and arousal mixed in his eyes. I blinked at him.
"Wow," I breathed, smiling at him and feeling my cheeks burn.
Wow... Well, nobody was going to give me any literary awards, but
it was just the perfect word to describe it: Wow.

Tseng's smirk widened into an all-out grin. "Where'd you go?"
he teased. His lips still had that wonderful red and bruised look lips
get after kissing them long enough. He licked them once and they
glistened appetizingly. I should've devoured him right there if I'd
gotten my shit together long enough to consider it.

"I dunno," I said, still a little breathless. "I just got
this really weird idea that I was kissing my boss, and it was the most amazing
thing..." I felt a hitch in my breathing when he reached up and
carefully moved a strand of hair out of my eyes, his fingers gently brushing
against my brow as he pushed it aside.

"Is that so?" he said idly. "Do you have these ideas
often?"

I gazed up at him for a moment, watching him intently as I felt my desire build
for him again. "Yes," I answered truthfully, my voice thick
with longing. It caught his attention and his dark, blazing eyes met mine
again.

"I've had some pretty interesting ideas myself," he said softly.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours..."

Didn't need to tell me twice. I reached up and dragged his mouth to mine
again, kissing him greedily and more fervently than the first. I groaned
into his mouth as he sucked on my bottom lip, nipping it lightly, and following
it with a soothing lick of his tongue. If desire could melt a person, I
would've been nothing more than a puddle of goo and clothes. He closed
his mouth over mine to slip his tongue inside my mouth to trace along my teeth,
then tangled with mine. Mygodmygodmygod...

Deeper and deeper the kiss grew until we were sharing the breath between us.
I began to see stars under my eyelids. My hands moved on their own,
moving up to tangle in that magnificent black mane of hair, hair I'd been
aching to touch for months. It fell like spun silk through my fingers.
And my other hand wasn't exactly idle either, trailing over his back and shoulders,
loving the way his muscles jumped underneath his shirt, my touch.

Finally the kiss ended and left us panting for air. Taking a quick breather for
a second or two, he stopped to glance down objectively at the position
we�d managed to wrangle ourselves into. I had shifted my knees to the side and
twisted my upper body the opposite direction to reach him. One hand was still
tangled in his hair and the other was now clutching his shirt collar as if the
chair had been trying to suck me right into it and I was hanging on for dear
life. Tseng was still on his knees at my side, and his arm had been wrapped
around my waist. When he'd leaned into me and his elbow sank right into
the crack of the seat cushion, it had swallowed half his arm. We looked like a
really bizarre game of Twister gone bad.

Tseng tried to push himself up and faltered slightly when he tried to use his
hand for leverage and it slipped behind the seat cushion again. "God damn
it," he grunted as he fell ungracefully against me, then snorted a laugh
despite himself. Obviously he wasn't used to playing the part of the
clumsy fool...that was usually my job. I let him go and placed my arms on
the chair�s armrests, grounding myself to some kind of permanent fixture just
in case I went flying off. He scooted around to sit directly in front of
me then slowly spread my knees apart, positioning himself between my legs to
lean over me again. I blushed furiously as he laid his weight on me, too
self-conscious for the moment to wrap my arms around him again, and dug my
fingers deeper into the padding of the armchair. My arousal was extremely
obvious and the amused look on Tseng�s face let me know he noticed it too.

"So," he said arching an eyebrow, "I guess you really enjoyed
that." He shifted his weight and ground his hip intentionally into
me to tease.

I sucked in a sharp breath of air through my teeth, rolling my eyes to the back
in my head as I growled my frustration. Tseng smiled at my reaction and
snaked his hand up my thigh, over my hip and underneath my shirt to trace the
grooves between my ribs.

"Have you--" he began, then stopped himself again.

"Have I what?" I could practically see the gears turning in his
mind, reworking the question in his head. I steeled myself for his
question.

"When was the last time you were with another man?"

I'm not sure when the last time I'd ever felt more embarrassed from someone
asking me about my experience. I mean, I'd done it all...at least on the
other side of the fence. Hell, I'm the one that usually asks questions
like that. Well, maybe not that one exactly, but you get my point.
Now...it was like I was a virgin all over, for chrissakes. Sure,
there was the excitement of a first experience, but there was all the
awkwardness to go right with it, not to mention I was damn positive this wasn�t
Tseng's first time exploring this field. There were some things that were
the same--the kissing and touching--but others were a bit vague and fuzzy.
Deciding on honesty, I took a deep breath. "Never," I
confessed.

Tseng's eyes widened in mild surprise. "Really."

I shot an annoyed glare at him. "Why�s that so hard to believe?" I
snapped back.

He made a visible effort to suppress a smirk, turning his eyes coyly away from
mine. I rolled my eyes. Jesus, I didn't know I'd ever made the impression
that I was someone who had any interest
in anything but women. Not that it was a big deal for me what I appeared
as to Tseng--at least not any more--but I did have a reputation to keep. Or at
least I�d had one...

"No, Reno. Not at all," he said with a definite twitch to his
mouth and not at all making much of an effort to hide the fact that he was
lying through his teeth. Then he sobered and gazed patiently at me again.
"So...what made you change your mind?"

His gaze fell to watch his hand moving under my shirt, trailing his fingers
lightly over my stomach. I licked my lips and swallowed hard.
"You did." He stopped his hand then looked up at me
again. I sheepishly tried to avert the gaze but he was right in my line of
sight and there was really nowhere else to look.

But his gaze wasn�t accusatory, or mocking, or even really surprised. The
longer I stared back at him, the more I imagined he was looking at me
rather...affectionately, if not a little bemused. I attempted to relax again
when once I got over how awkward everything was becoming. Ten minutes ago
this was my wildest dream, and now it was a complete reality.

Tseng must've sensed my unease, and he removed his hand from beneath my shirt
and reached up to brush his knuckles lightly across my cheek. Slowly, as he
continued to trace my features with his hands, my eyelids dropped. He
smoothed my eyebrows with his thumb, then moved to run his fingers across my
lips. I parted my mouth slightly and flicked my tongue out just enough to
taste his fingertips and received a small hiss of pleasure in reward.
Opening my jaw, he slid his index finger into my mouth, and I immediately
closed my lips around it and sucked, caressing it with my tongue. I
opened my eyes to look at him again, still sucking on his finger as I studied
his face. He breathing was deep, and his own eyes were shuttered with
deep arousal. "Mmmm?" I intoned.

"You do that very well...for a beginner,� he nearly panted. He withdrew
his finger from my mouth and pressed his body against me again. This time I
noticed I wasn�t the only one who was more than a little excited. "Makes
me wonder what else you can do." He devoured my mouth again before I
had a chance to respond with some smart-ass comment I dreamed up half-a-second
later. It obviously wasn�t that important, anyway.

I never knew a kiss could be so goddamned arousing. Not any woman I�d ever been
with, not my first girlfriend. Hell, even my first kiss at the tender, innocent
age of 13 wasn�t this memorable--not that I was ever all that innocent. But
sometimes I just skip the kissing entirely. Why get more of my body involved
than it needs to? I guess I�m just lazy that way. But this was something
else...something really different. This was like winning the lottery and
watching a kung-fu movie marathon. Things just could not get any better without
involving some sort of illegal intoxicant.

His mouth was sensuous and pliable, like kissing the lips of a young woman, yet
subtly aggressive, commanding the pace and intensity of the kiss as he explored
my mouth. His face was smooth-shaven and I liked the way I could feel my face
brush against his skin. He tasted like spiced whiskey and cigarettes and the
way he smelled, this sort of clean and musky scent unique only to him made my
head spin.
He broke it off and I became aware that he was speaking to me again in that
deep voice. I gawked at him like I hadn't understood a word. Not
that I hadn't. I actually had understood, every damn word of it in fact,
by my mind was skipping over it like a broken record.

"Huh?"

"I said," he grinned, "I want to taste you."

"Oh." It sunk in that time. Like a stone through water.

I must�ve looked like a rabbit in high beams to Tseng, sitting there as if the
remainder of my brain was leaking out of my ears as he waited for me to
respond. It occurred to me then that he was actually asking my permission. That
despite being more experienced, he wasn't going to take advantage of me.
And I also swallowed a little nervous lump in my throat...
What he was asking was a little more involved than just some kissing.
Not a whole lot tends to surprise me these days, but for this, I actually
had to take a mental step backward and make sure I wasn�t going to be waking up
from some sweat-soaked wet dream in another five minutes...ten if I was lucky,
knowing me.

Tseng began to casually tug at the buttons on my shirt one by one, and I
glanced down as his nimble fingers occasionally brushed over my skin and my
eyes widened as far as my eyelids could possibly stretch to open as the
butterflies in my stomach danced around like they were performing a circus act
on speed. My shirt fell open as the last button was unfastened, exposing my
bare chest and stomach to the air. Eyeing me carefully through dark, sooty
eyelashes, Tseng smirked then lowered his head and licked at the skin on my
throat and collarbone. Just as I was convinced that my entire internal skeletal
structure had atrophied into the consistency of an overcooked noodle, he captured
one of my nipples between his lips and sucked hard on it, and I went completely
rigid. Everywhere.

"Ah, Jesus," I gasped, colors dancing psychedelically behind my
clamped eyelids. Then he brought teeth into his technique, just nibbling at
first, then harder, causing me to twitch muscles involuntarily as I yelped and
clawed at him. I was somewhere between feeling like I had just finished running
a ten-day marathon or was just starting one, panting loudly and pumped so full
of adrenaline I could feel my pulse banging away like a drum in my throat.
"Reno..." he breathed up against my skin, now demanding an answer.
Then he brushed his hand against my crotch for a little added persuasion.

"Yesssssss," I hissed. I didn�t know if I was ready or not, but I decided
not to think about it any longer. Not like me to really think about things much
anyway... I'm more of the act-now,
think-about-it-in-two-weeks-when-you're-sober-again, school. Tseng just needed
no further encouragement. Swiftly, he unbuckled my belt one-handed, and I
watched with my eyes wide open as he began to loosen my waistband. Like
fucking eternity, he took his time with it too, making damn sure I wanted it,
and that I wouldn�t be able to change my mind when all the build up eventually
paid off. Finally he unzipped my fly freeing my erection in one swift and
simple movement.

�No underwear?� he questioned wryly, the amusement in his eyes returning for a
moment.

I laughed nervously and shrugged my shoulders. "Well...you know.
They just get in the way."

I'd barely said the words before his hand was around my shaft as if he didn�t
care what I had to think on it anyway. He dipped his head and lashed his tongue
out lapping at me gently, tasting the moisture drooling from the tip. I
moaned out loud, and then hearing my little signal of encouragement, he opened
his mouth and took me all...the way...in.

I had already decided some time ago--privately, mind you, this wasn�t something
I went around debating at office parties or anything--that the best person to
service a man would be another man. Logically, after all, a man knows what a
man wants. And Tseng was doing an incredible job of proving my point.

I clenched my jaw and crushed my eyes shut, focusing all my attention on the
sensations Tseng was giving me. He was leisurely and methodical about it,
plunging down on me rapidly and then sucking his way back up to the tip at an
almost achingly slow pace. I tried to thrust deeper into his mouth, but he
managed to restrain my hips against the back of the chair with one arm, and
with his free hand, he traced his fingers lightly down my balls and cupped me
there, squeezing lightly and releasing again in perfect synchronization with
his mouth.

God that mouth...so impossibly hot and wet. I knew I wasn�t going to last much
longer. I was trembling and twitching, and with every little jerk I gave, Tseng
seemed to smile against my skin and do those things that made me twitch and
tremble more. My hand found the back of his head and I dug my fingers into his
hair and clawed at his scalp, opening my eyes again to see his lips stretched
around me and those eyes, like two dark pools, staring up at me through
shadowed lashes. Jesus. Just so fucking...beautiful.

I felt that familiar pang in the pit of my groin. Panting and gasping for air,
I still somehow managed to groan, "Oh God, Tseng...I�m so close..." A
word of warning, I suppose. I didn�t know how far Tseng was willing to go. He
might�ve pulled back and stopped right there, or finished the job some other
way, or even suggest that I do it myself, but all my little confession did was
encourage him to quicken the pace a little and do this...thing with his tongue,
flicking it against the most sensitive part of my flesh and driving me
completely over the edge.

I think I shouted when I came, but I was completely deafened by the blood
pounding in my ears I couldn�t hear anything else. Every single muscle in my
entire body stiffened and convulsed. I felt Tseng�s hand weave up my bare chest
as my back arched out of the chair, and I took his hand in mine and grasped it
hard, as wave after wave of my release shocked through me like ribbons of
electricity spiraling through my body.

Finally, it was over. I collapsed back in the chair and consciously reminded
myself to uncross my eyes as I blinked them open, teaching myself to breathe
again without moaning... I felt myself twitch slightly as Tseng released
me from his mouth and planted light kisses on my hip and stomach. He watched my
eyes closely, and I offered him a tired smile.

"How do you feel?" he asked propping his elbow up on my thigh
and leaning against his hand.

How do I feel... Now, this had to be a trick question. How did I feel?
Like I�d transcended space and time. Like God Himself came down and personally
handed me the Kingdom of Heaven. Like I�d just had the single best sexual
experience of my entire life. You think I�d actually say anything that
inspirational? Pssht. Yeah right. "Pretty fuckin� good," I wheezed.

Tseng grinned broadly as if he hadn�t expected anything else. Then he rocked
back on his heels and pushed himself up from the floor. Standing beside my
chair, he bent over me to give me another kiss on the mouth, a deep one, long
and slow, then broke it off and disappeared into the kitchen as I melted back
into the chair.

Once, right before I became a Turk, they stuck me in this sensory deprivation
chamber for three days so I couldn�t hear or see anything outside. It was all
part of this test they gave me to see if I could handle stressful situations.
It was the most bizarre crap I�d ever been put through, like I was going
through astronaut training or something. Between the quick bursts of flashing
lights going off trying to scare or blind me, and groaning noises stirring
around in the dark, or choking back nausea as the whole chamber seemed to spin
around, I would sit on the floor, blinking in the pitch black to make sure my
eyes were still actually open, or humming once in a while to make sure my ears
and voice still worked. As I sat there I would actually...feel things. Things
about my own body, like my skin. I could actually feel my own skin. I
could practically feel the hair grow on the back of my arms, feel the warm air
press into my pores. Feel the sweat drip down my face like fingers of a lover brushing
against me. It didn�t bother me. In fact, I found it to be quite amazing to be
so in tuned with your own body you could tangibly recognize the most
insignificant sensations.
As I sat in the chair practically unable to move, my whole body felt really
light, like I was full of helium and if I wasn�t holding on to the armrests,
I�d go drifting off into infinity. Sweat dripped down my forehead and
tickled a trail down my temple, my body seemed to go through extreme flashes of
hot and cold, the muscles in my thighs and stomach were still twitching from
overexertion. And I could feel it. All of it.

I heard Tseng pad back into the room and stop to lurk beside me. I opened my
eyes to see him sipping brandy out of a snifter glass. He perched himself on the
edge of the armchair and offered me the glass. As I took and drank from it, he
stretched out before me, laying across me in the chair and dangled his long
legs off the other side. I couldn�t help notice how lithe his form was again,
how catlike and graceful. Lean and packed tight, yet not heavy at all. I
took another small sip of the alcohol and leaned over to kiss him, passing the
brandy from my mouth to his. He drank it eagerly from my mouth, sucking at my
lips and tongue and finally breaking it off to sit contentedly in my lap,
sipping from the glass.

I watched him thoughtfully. He seemed satisfied enough, but I got this gnawing
little voice in the back of my head that kept wondering about him. I mean,
Jesus, how could I repay that? I doubted my own technique given my lack of
experience, and yet I sort of felt obligated to offer him something.

"Hey...Tseng?"

Tseng smirked over the rim of the glass like he already knew what I was going
to ask. "Don�t worry about it Reno."

I stammered for a second, then shook my head to clear it. "No. Wait... I
mean...what about you?"

He turned and looked at me fully. "Did you enjoy it?"

He had to be kidding, right? I frowned at him like the answer should have
been as obvious as the sun not rising over Midgar tomorrow. "Well...yeah.
Of course."

"Then don�t worry about it," he said with an easy shrug.
"I did it because I wanted to, not because I thought you would owe
me anything for it."

And just like that he was willing to shut me out. He might as well have
been sitting across the room the way he was just shrugging me off as if the
last 15 minutes hadn�t happened at all.
But
I wasn't about to let him. Fact of the matter was, I wanted to make Tseng
feel good. I wanted to hear him make the same kind of sounds he�d forced from
me. I wanted to feel his skin on mine, make him twitch like he did me, see the
lust in those piercing eyes when he called my name...just some kind of reaction
other than that cold, detached mask he wore every day. No, dammit, I was
not about to let him dismiss me like that. Not this time.

"No," I argued, taking the glass from his hand and setting in on the
floor beside the chair. I scooped him in my arms and leaned forward into him,
attacking his mouth with bruising force. I�d caught him off guard and he tensed
for a moment, then finally relaxed, allowing me this time to control the pace.
I left his mouth and kissed a trail down his neck, licking the brown skin
stretched over his collarbone as he dropped his head back
languidly.

"Well, ok...if you insist," he breathed through a shaky laugh.
I began to unbutton his shirt, but was fumbling miserably as if I�d never
undressed myself before...or someone else, as the case actually was. You�d
think after twenty-five years I�d know how to work a button, but I my pulse was
pounding so hard it actually interfered with my motor control.
"Reno," he said, catching my wrist in a firm grip. I stopped and
studied his expression for a moment and realized he was getting just as
impatient with my clumsiness as I had been. He removed my hand from his shirt
and I blinked at him, not knowing what to anticipate. I half-expected him to
stand up and tell me to get lost. Just that damn unreadable expression...
"No worries," he shrugged, offering a lazy half-smile. He grabbed the
sides of his own shirt and yanked it apart sending buttons flying in a myriad
of directions followed by a subtle ripping sound, then wiggled his eyebrows as
an invitation.

I just sat there for a moment staring at him with a cheesy grin plastered on my
face. Smooth skin, finely sculpted like a marble, lean muscles rippling
underneath like the way a cat arches against your hand when you stroke it. I
touched him, experimentally at first, tracing the cords of muscle with my
finger, dipping my head to taste the pool of salty sweat beading up in the
valley of his throat. He sighed as I nipped lightly at his neck and
shuddered almost imperceptibly...but I noticed. I was suddenly all too
interested in what other reactions I could get from him, depending on where I
kissed him or touched him. Then my hand wandered southward, almost like
it had a mind of its own, and slipped beneath the waistband of his pants.
His gasp of pleasure made me grin like a wolf.

I buried my face in the hollow of his shoulder near his ear, breathing in the
scent of his hair as it tickled my face. Tseng reached up to thread his fingers
in my own hair, and taking this as a sign of approval, I lightly brushed his
arousal with my fingers over a thin layer of raw silk as his hips began to move
against my hand. Tseng moaned and clenched his eyes shut. Apparently, I was
doing something right.

I tightened my grip on him just a hair and stroked his full length over the
soft material, memorizing his length and the shape of him. His hand
clenched tighter in my hair, hard enough to almost hurt, then released it
immediately again. Finally, as my hand continued to stroke him, his
control finally shattered and he growled out in a voice I hardly recognized,
"I...want...you."

I nuzzled his ear, nipping at his earlobe. "Tell me what to
do," I purred before I'd even realized what I�d just agreed to. His
eyelids opened and he turned his head to fully meet my gaze, searching me with
burning, obsidian eyes.

"You�re sure?" he asked, his voice strained. I couldn�t help
but admire that last little thread of control he had left to ask me.

Almost mechanically I nodded my response, hypnotized by his gaze. Saying
no never even occurred to me. At that point, the word 'no' wasn't even in
my vocabulary.

He shifted slightly, indicating that he wanted to sit up, and waited for me to
grudgingly remove my hand from him. He stood and pulled me up with him,
then   moved his hands slowly in back of me to cup my shoulder blades
as his mouth attacked my throat, suckling at the point where shoulder meets
neck. Another brush of his fingers to trace the curve of my spine and I
curled my toes in the carpet and leaned into him weakly.

"Get down on the floor," he commanded. He let go of me and I
hesitated for a second, unsure of his demand. "On your knees, over
there," he said, motioning to the futon with his chin. Tentatively,
I pulled away and made my way over to the futon when he stopped me again just
before kneeling down, hooking his index finger in the belt loop of my pants.
"Wait..." With my back now to him, his arms encircled my
midsection and slowly he began to peel me from my clothes until they pooled at
my feet and I stood naked in front of him.

I sighed and dropped my head back against his shoulder as he stroked my neck
with feather-light touches, shifting incrementally as I felt and heard him shed
his own clothing, never once letting his skin break contact with mine.
His bare chest pressed to my back and the heat of his skin caused me to
break out in a sweat. It seemed to take him forever before he was finally
all unclothed, and just when I thought he couldn�t possibly drag this out any
longer without causing me to collapse in tears of frustration, he pressed his
hardened flesh to my back, causing me to gasp out loud at the sensation.

God how I wish I could�ve seen him standing there--I imagined how beautiful he
must look, tanned skin stretched over lean muscle, blue-black hair cascading
over his bare shoulders like a waterfall and falling over eyes of obsidian
glass. But he wouldn�t let me turn in his arms, and I was about to fight
him to do it. Finally he pulled back away from me, and at once I missed
the heat of his skin against mine as the air rushed over me. I shivered.
Not because I was particularly cold, but because for the first time since the
whole encounter started, I was aware of my own nakedness.

Not that I have anything to be ashamed of really. I mean, yeah, I could
stand to gain a few pounds, but despite my best attempts to treat my body like
a proverbial nuclear waste dump, throwing every worst possible chemical and
polyunsaturated fat down my gullet at every opportunity, I still resemble a
wire coat hanger. Somewhere along the line, the Holy Lord of Genetics had
blessed me with a high metabolism, despite my lazy reputation. Nah, I
really can�t complain. And since becoming a Turk, I�d even managed to
poke a muscle or two out of my arms and chest, and my stomach is still as flat
as a table.

But Tseng hadn�t disappeared. I could feel him lingering close behind me,
feel his eyes on me, burning with desire as he hummed appreciatively. I'd
never been the one out of control, never let my guard down. Now I had no
choice. Humiliating as it was it was also REALLY turning me on.

"Kneel."

Slowly, I did, feeling his hand rest on my shoulder and gently pushing me down,
more out of reassurance than to force me. As I dug my fingers into the
cushion of the futon in front of me, I realized that my hands were trembling
with...anticipation? Uncertainty? ...Fear? No, I didn�t think the
latter as much as the other two. I still reserved a fair amount of
suspicion for Tseng, for as much as I really admire and trust him, if tonight
had taught me anything, it was that he could still be unpredictable as hell�
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