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Sex and Politics	By : blackcurrants Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CHAPTER 3
Reno smelled Rude�s approach before the taller man turned the corner. Reno gasped, flushing from an overload of senses. Rude was pure testosterone. He was tall and muscular and stylish, and he always smelled like dark coffee. His deep voice gave Reno pleasure shivers on days when he wasn�t so sexually inclined, but today Rude�s casual �Hey, partner� nearly pushed Reno over the edge. He felt himself harden and the back of his neck begun to sweat.

�You�you mean-spirited fucker!� Reno hissed when Rude playfully blocked his path in a narrow corridor. �Those fucking tea flowers of yours, they�re an aphrodisiac!� Rude gave Reno a small mysterious smile and said nothing.

�The whole week I can�t brush my teeth without getting a boner! You better come over tonight and do something about it!�

�They�re passion flowers,� Rude smirked, �gift from my ma at the Costa.� He smiled again, reaching out to pet Reno�s shoulder.

�Touch me and you�ll have to fuck me right here!� Reno glared at the larger man. �My crotch is on fire, my whole body feels like I�m going through fucking puberty! Shit, I�m in heat man, and it�s your fault! This tea flower shit is crazy, who else did you peddle it to?�

�The most sexually frustrated folks on the planet, of course! Accounting, Finance, the President. Even Elena took a few.�

�Oh no no no! You did not give this aphrodisiac shit to Rufus Shinra?!� Reno was horrified.

�Hey, the kid�s all hormones and not enough action,� Rude whispered into Reno�s ear in a sexy rasping voice, �I�m his doc and I say it�s unhealthy that he only bends Tseng over once a month.� He winked, highly amused, and begun to walk away.

�Reno,� Tseng called from his office. �I have business for you. Get in here.�

�Just keep it in your pants, partner,� Rude called after Reno, �don�t go around fucking your bosses.�

�Don�t you have somewhere to be?� Tseng narrowed his eyes at Rude and motioned for him to get going. �Reno, the President has asked for you. It�s about the rebels. He wants you, right now.�

Tseng had a way of phrasing words that could be interpreted in dirty ways. Reno nodded, edging away from his supervisor whose gentlemanly sex appeal was driving him dangerously near attempted rape. He didn�t even hear what Tseng was saying. One look at the man�s moving lips and his brain short-circuited again.

�By the way, there�s a company policy against inter-office sexual liaisons,� Tseng added, shutting the door behind Reno. Hypocrite, Reno rolled his eyes, like the entire company doesn�t know about your own bed aerobics with Shinra.
PRESIDENT�S AFTERNOON
Rufus Shinra was preoccupied with sex. Two days ago he complained of sleeplessness and Rude, his loyal medic, had brought him a large cup of lukewarm tea with a spectacular flower inside. Rufus hadn�t had any sleep since then.
He spent two nights resisting the urge to masturbate, hoping that his usual self-restraint will clear his brain by morning, but nature was not to be denied. He drank, exercised, and took every medication in his cabinet, but the maddening desire didn�t diminish. He vegetated through the morning meeting and gratefully removed himself from the public eyes to the privacy of his office, where he could dwell on the intricacies of orgasm as he pleasured himself until his fingers grew numb.

Rufus avoided sex the way he avoided greasy foods. Sex meant losing control and that he could not tolerate. Once in a while he and Tseng engaged in a particularly professional form of fucking, which was so low-key that they often talked business and took phone calls while thus engaged. Extreme, uncontrollable, and persistent desire was a brand new state of being and Rufus did his best to drown it in a glass of strongest cognac he could find. Unfortunately it only made matters worse.

�Aft�oon boss!� Reno grinned.

�Ever heard of knocking?!�

Rufus had a particular affection for Reno. Not long ago, when his body was eating itself in a desperate effort to defeat Geostigma, Rufus preferred to spend his most troublesome morning hours with Reno. The chronically disheveled Turk seemed like an odd confidante for the President�s dying thoughts, but Reno�s sloppy habits gave Rufus a strange peace of mind.

Reno wasn�t horrified when he saw Rufus disheveled and pale. It didn�t matter if the President was on all fours on the floor of the Healin Lodge bathroom, exhausted from vomiting blackness and blood. Reno was no stranger to being unkept and hugging the toilet porcelain wasn�t new to him either. He casually sat next to his superior, sipping his liquor and caressing Rufus�s legs, and when Rufus�s bouts of nausea stopped Reno told him dirty jokes. They bonded deeply in those moments and ever since then Rufus could not bring himself to treat Reno as just another employee.

Rufus squinted, trying to conceal his obvious intoxication, but before he could put up a decent act his crotch came to life. Damn tea flowers. They must be an aphrodisiac! Reno was visibly flushed and sweaty, his lips were infused with color. He smelled of sex. The delicious scent of Reno�s cologne, smoke, and body heat drifted into Rufus�s nostrils and produced a splendid array of pornographic images.

Rufus stood up to counter the effects of alcohol, but the moment he stood up blood rushed down to his groin. Reno was panting a little. He stared at his superior without blinking, with pure lust reflecting in his lazy eyes. Rufus watched as Reno hungrily drew in air through his nostrils, approaching slowly and shamelessly focusing his stare on Rufus�s groin.
He was obviously aroused and drops of sweat begun to form on his forehead. Rufus took a step back, evaluating whether such instinctive, purely animal urges were not the figments of his intoxicated imagination. This was a weird and frightening bodily attraction based purely on hormones and he hadn�t felt this way since he was a pubescent teenager.

�Your assignment,� Rufus stammered, suddenly feeling drunker than he thought he was.

�I�m ready for it, Sir.� Ah, that lazy voice. Reno was tugging at Rufus�s silk tie and quickly unbuttoning his boss�s dress shirt.

Rufus recalled locking the door with a private code to ensure it cannot be opened from the outside even with an emergency key, but the rest of the motions were beyond his cognition.

Reno was ripping off his expensive suit with the urgency and neediness of a madman. He remembered pulling Reno�s trousers and underwear off, remembered looking for something oily, remembered teasing his subordinate with his fingers to relax his body. The rest of the three and a half hours were a messy and delicious blur.

They mated like animals. There was no polite way to describe the violent and graceful manner with which Reno wrapped his legs around his superior�s neck, shuddering and sweating as his silent lover forcefully thrust into him. Then Reno playfully bit him and turned on all fours, purring, like Rufus� beloved black panther, and arching his back. Rufus reached down and coiled his fingers around Reno�s throbbing penis, forcefully stroking the slippery organ until Reno begun to buck and gasp in anticipation. He came soon after with a steam of curses, but curiously his drive didn�t seem to diminish.

Just before Rufus was ready for his release Reno dropped on his back and spread his legs in a suggestive position. Intrigued Rufus obeyed his lover�s bodily request and covered him in the most traditional position. Growling, he pinned Reno�s arms to the floor and proceeded thrusting into his lover with renewed vigor. They muffled each other�s screams when their bodies convulsed in unison.
Reno was grinning. After a week of building desire he finally felt relief. And he had just fucked the President. Reno hated Mondays, but this particular Monday was the best one on record. He slipped into deep happy sleep in the man�s office, naked and exposed right on the carpeted floor.
RENO�S AFTERNOON

�Boss, that was-�

�That is to remain between you and I,� Rufus commanded, rising up off the floor and rubbing his head. It was late afternoon already and he was still tired enough to sleep another ten hours, but he had to do something productive today.

�You had an assignment for me, Sir.� Reno quickly snapped back into character, also rising up and quickly gathering his clothes. Tseng must be wondering where the fuck I went. �Give your orders, Sir.�

�You�,� Rufus sighed with a fleeting smile, �you�as always�have been more than helpful. Rebels�yes, something about those assholes. I think they�re trying to kill me. Hell, I don�t even remember why I had you come up.�

�You were fantastic, Sir.�

Reno was still grinning when he spotted a strange shadow creeping up the outer wall of the building.
�Get OUT of the way!� he yelled, leaping over the desk and forcing the younger man to the floor.

A shower of broken glass rained over them as they landed onto the lush carpet, Reno shielding Rufus�s face from the sharp debris. The enormous glass wall shattered and crumbled to the carpeted floor and down to the streets below. Warm gust of wind picked up the papers on the President�s desk and scattered them in an instant. Reno winced in pain. He reached out to touch a deep cut about his hairline.

�You OK, boss?� Reno ignored the stream of blood running down his face.

�If Rude�s goddamned tea flowers didn�t keep both of us fucking on the floor until now I probably wouldn�t have been,� Rufus groaned, sitting up. �Come, you need that cut stitched up.�

Reno already had his weapon drawn and ready to fire as he scanned the half-finished concrete towers across the street through the broken window, but what he saw puzzled him. Tseng chose the location of the temporary Shinra headquarters in an area of town where no new construction came anywhere close to the executive suite level. The shot came from an angle that made sense only if the shooter could fly. They came up in a helicopter from the side of the building where we wouldn�t see them. Reno couldn�t steady his heartbeat. They never got this close before. They must have one hell of a pilot. Reno narrowed his eyes, mentally declaring war.

�Rebels spotted, Sir. Permission to pursue and use deadly force?�

�Permission granted, blow these assholes to hell.�
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