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Gǎnhuà	By : vivarose Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own Rufus, Tseng, Wutai, Shin-Ra, Midgar or anything else Final Fantasy 7 related. There are some concepts and OC's that are our own creations though. turns out pockets And we're poor no money is made off of this.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-c2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 3
- 4
~*~

Tseng had crooned softly and wordlessly
in response to the relieved noise Rufus made. He couldn't find words
to comfort the child and couldn't make promises any further then what
he had, it was everything he could do just to help the boy. His hands
were shaking from rage at the abuses his charge had been enduring and
from knowing that if it happened again the Turk could not prevent it.

Then there were the barest tips of fingers on his face and
Tseng looked at the younger teen, his breath catching and
concentration on caring for the boy broke. It was then that he
realised how hard he was breathing and how very close he was to
Rufus. His vocal cords froze and he just gazed at the boy. Then he
turned his head, closed his eyes and placed his lips on the tips of
Rufus's fingers that had been touching his cheek and kissed them
softly.

"You need never be alone then, so long as I am
here," he whispered softly, nuzzling the boy's hand slightly,
and placing a gentle kiss on his palm, his fingers moving again,
covering the last of the bruises in the oil. He capped the vial and
pocketed it, putting both his hands over the one Rufus had on his
face.

"Talk to me Rufus," Tseng whispered, his own
voice trembling with nerves. His emotions were taking over, he wasn't
separating himself from the situation. But still he could stop
himself. "Let me help you. Rufus." He opened his eyes again
and gazed down into Rufus's tired blue ones.

Rufus knew what
he was going to do, before he did it, and he couldn't really stop
himself. Those warm lips kissing his fingertips....for the first time
in his life he wanted something more passionately than revenge.

He
thought perhaps in this moment in his life there would be more "what
if's" or time to think of consequences and appropriate actions.
Instead he nuzzled against Tseng's jaw, until he reached his mouth,
until his lips covered his, stopping words, or even the thought of
them.

~*~

The split second before it happened Tseng
had tried to rationalize his actions to himself. Tried to tell
himself that the kisses he'd placed on Rufus's hand had been a
modified version of the traditional Wutaian display of loyalty, that
they had been meant to comfort not push on the tension, and all this
was true. But none as much as he wanted to be with his charge and
show him the love and caring of a proper relationship that the boy
had so plainly missed out on his entire life.

Then Rufus was
nuzzling his jaw gently, like a timid yet still daring kitten, and
before the Turk could reaction, although he doubted he would have
even if he could have foreseen it, Rufus's lips were over his own,
soft but not demanding as the boy's nature might suggest. Tseng's
eyes widened in shock and then he closed them, his arms moving gently
to embrace the bruised boy, one on the small of his back, the other
cradling the back of Rufus's head, tangling in his shower-damp
hair.

Of all the places to seek comfort, there was something
ironic about it being from a bodyguard, a Wutaian Turk at that, who
he'd only known two days. But Rufus seemed to crave the gentle
ministrations and had even opened up to him, but so much could go
wrong, the boy had already been so hurt and if it were ever found
out...

Fuck it, Tseng decided for the first time in his
life. What did it matter if it was only teenage experimentation,
what did any of the other rules matter for that fact? At least in
this he could still protect Rufus, fulfil his mission, care for him
and perhaps teach him a thing or two to survive.

Slowly
Tseng pulled out of the kiss, moving his hands so both of them gently
cupped Rufus's face and he gazed at the boy. Not with predatory
hunger, or anger, nor disgust, but with a stillness, calm and
accepting; despite how his heart was hammering. His fingers stroked
Rufus's face gently and he smiled faintly. He thought of warning the
youth, of explaining things, but words seemed troublesome right
now.

Instead Tseng rested his forehead against Rufus's and
gently kissed the boy again, firm but not demanding. Patient and
willing but cautious to keep things from going too far. The last
thing he wanted to do was scare or hurt Rufus.

~*~

Rufus
was silent, not because he was frightened, no. Quite the opposite, he
told himself that if he wanted this, and Tseng wanted this, and the
other seemed to just as much, that he had to be silent and careful.
Fear of being gay, fear of rejection, fear of this being just another
form of paid loyalty didn't cross his mind because he didn't feel in
this situation that it was fully so.

Perhaps it was wrong, to
cross his need for safe affection and belonging with whatever this
new drive was that was growing inside of him. He had been careful to
try to keep those things separate, but in this moment he trusted his
instincts, which had always served him well.

The second kiss
was Tseng's, and Rufus relaxed, the hands holding him and the fingers
tangling into his hair making shivers run down his spine. When their
foreheads touched, he had a moment to make a tiny sound of want.
This...completed something inside of him that had been empty for so
long. There was desire yes but...someone to touch like this, confide
in, watch out for him when no one else would...

It didn't have
to be lonely at the top and he felt no shame in this, when Tseng's
soft lips touched his, warm air passing slightly between their mouths
as Rufus brushed the tip of his tongue, kitten light against Tseng's
lips. He'd read a book once about this sort of thing....

The
gentle brush of Rufus's tongue against Tseng's lips made him smile
slightly, the sort of thing you would read about in a teen romance
novel. It was endearing and cute and in that instant something came
to Tseng, xiao mão, or "small kitten" in Wutaian.
That was what Rufus reminded him of and the Turk let his lips part
slightly to allow Rufus to explore, to learn and get comfortable
without scaring him. His hand gently moved through the damp hair,
stroking in a soothing manner, supporting and strong, never forcing
the boy down onto the bed. Every motion, every action was calculated
and careful, always allowing the boy a way out, an opening to escape
if things became too much.

After another moment or so Tseng
let his own tongue meet Rufus's and traced the boy's lips. Gently he
tilted Rufus's head and the angled deepened the kiss, and without
meaning to Tseng moaned softly against Rufus's mouth.

~*~

By
the time Tseng moaned like that into his mouth, Rufus was fully hard.
It made him light-headed and a bit shaky, but he responded in kind.
His tongue glided along Tseng's, his hands stroking first shoulders,
and then around to shoulder-blades where his fingertips brushed silky
hair. He made a low moan of want. He wasn't really sure what to do
next, but if the other knew, he would dance this dance. The one thing
he was very certain of was...he wanted this.

The touches
that Rufus placed on Tseng were shaky and exploratory. There was some
hesitation, but from the low moan the boy gave it was from
inexperience and not fear. That was what was important. Slowly Tseng
broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to gaze again at Rufus, the
youth's eyes had darken with desire and Tseng purred at the
sight.

"So eager xiao mão," he said fondly,
lightly kissing Rufus's parted lips and nuzzling the boy's face. "You
want to skip straight to dessert without the main course."
Slowly he leaned forward and placed soft, biting kisses on Rufus's
neck.

"There will be time xiao mão, do not rush this,
savour it," he whispered in Rufus's ear, tracing his tongue
alone the shell of the boy's ear.

He had no intent on having
sex with Rufus right off the bat, no matter how willing the boy might
be. To educate a youth in the sexual arts was an almost sacred task
and one that was a delicate and gradual process. One wrong motion and
everything could be destroyed, and with Rufus already being hurt,
Tseng was taking no chances.

"I will show you, teach you"
Tseng said lowly, his larger hands gently stroking the boy's chest
and shoulders as he leaned back again to gaze at Rufus. "Take
care of you, guard you and treasure you," one of his hands
traced a line down Rufus's chest to his navel and then lightly along
the youth's arousal that was trapped beneath the thin sleeping
pants.

Then Tseng moved so he could lay back on the bed
without fear of falling off and gently pulled Rufus onto his lap to
straddle him and Tseng leaned back on his elbows. The younger Shin-Ra
wasn't the only one who had been enjoying the encounter and Tseng
shuddered visibly as the boy's weight rested on him.

"Move
as it pleases you," Tseng said, reaching a hand up to stroke
Rufus's face again.

~*~

Those silky lips rained down
kisses on his face, whispering to him in a language he did not know,
but he was loving it all the same. Briefly he wondered what the words
meant before he was lost in the others voice. Already, he was
savoring this, but the words were wise...he would not rush. Whatever
came, it was all welcome, and he shivered in pleasure as Tseng's lips
skimmed his ear.

At first, Rufus murmured wordless back to the
words that went right through him, and he took a few shallow breaths
to keep from...ending this before it had even begun. He clung to
Tseng as the other stroked down his chest and against him through the
fabric of his sleep pants, drawing a low moan and a few panting
breaths from the blond.

"Teach me," he rasped.

When
Tseng lay back and eased Rufus over him, even fabric covering both of
them was no barrier to the sensation of hardness against hard. Rufus
bit his lip to stifle the cry of pleasure. So he was...so this
was... this was what he had wanted. This was right.

"Teach
me," He whispered again, not able to stop his body's reaction to
the pleasure, the rush forward of his hips, the tightness at the base
of his spine and the pulsing heat that answered his....

~*~

Tseng
smiled at the other's reaction, the way he moved, all his reactions
honest and unguarded. He placed one hand on Rufus's hips to gently
guide the boy into a rocking motion and moaned lowly himself, his
back arching from the feel of it. It was amazing to be touched again.
The hand that had been stroking Rufus's face moved to the boy's mouth
encouraging him to suck on them.

He would had said more but
instead all he could manage was a moan as his hand pulled Rufus's
hips against his with more force. First times and after being
neglected for a long time always ended quickly and with a spectacular
explosion of fireworks. Proper instruction would come later, this was
something they both needed too much.

The last time Tseng had
sex was before leaving for the Turks, his partner and him had shared
their first time on his last night in the village. Of course there
was the cruel hazing that was meant to toughen up the new recruits,
but this was completely different.

Tseng pulled his fingers
from Rufus's mouth, they were slick with spit and slipped his hand
down the back of Rufus's pants and traced his wet fingers around the
boy's tight entrance, gently pressing, and teasing it, but not
penetrating it.
"Talk to me xiao mão, let me hear
you," Tseng murmured breathlessly, his own hips moving in time
to meet Rufus's frantic motions. "Let me see those beautiful
eyes, move for me," the Turk moaned.

~*~

Rufus
could not help it, he moved instinctively as the other guided him,
and he could not help the mewls that became deeper throaty moans. His
voice was still changing and when it dropped half an octave it was
normally embarassing. This time though, it was not. He had willingly
suckled Tseng's fingers, wondering how it would feel to do, or be
done, other places as he had seen the girls in the magazine's
doing...with someone who cared about you, that it didn't feel like a
sick violation with. But that though was for another time, and he
pushed it away.

It didnâ€™t take much to move him from his
thoughts, and the familiar motion by a gentle hand sliding down his
pants and around the curve of his backside, slickness touching him
there....gentle fingers felt great. He had never even touched himself
here, though he had always suspected it would feel as good or better
than just his hand on himself. He didn't know it could feel so
good.

"Tseng," he whispered softly. "It feels good."

He
had a good idea of what would happen next...and he wanted it. Only if
it were Tseng...

"Good," Tseng purred, leaning up to
catch Rufus in a kiss that was filled with passion, nipping and
sucking at his lips hungrily. As he did this he slipped one long
finger slowly inside the boy, groaning into Rufus's mouth, eyes
rolling slightly at how tight he was. He just left his finger there,
letting the boy adjust, giving him the ability to escape if he wanted
to, if he needed to.

Slowly he moved Rufus's hands to the belt
that he still wore, Tseng hadn't changed from his uniform once they
got home. Letting the younger initiate it, letting him explore and
set the pace. He kissed Rufus slower now, panting to get enough
breath to think clearly.
"Tell me, if...it ever is too much,"
he whispered in the boy's ear, gently biting and sucking on the soft
lobe. "I don't want to hurt you my xiao mão, my Rufus."

~*~

The blond startled, but he didn't pull away. It
didn't hurt, although it felt a bit strange. Fortunately for him,
there was suddenly a fantasy...a dream to fulfill, and he would.
Unbuckling Tseng's belt, he was eager to touch skin...and in this way
he had control, not like when he was forced to touch his
father...no.

He glanced up then to Tseng, focusing on dark
eyes, eyes not like his father's at all. The first thing he did was
murmur his name again, and then pull out that hair-tie, gently
letting that shoulder length hair free. The second thing he did was
unbutton those dress pants, exposing black silk boxers, damp in the
front where the head rubbed damnably beneath it's cage of fabric.
"This would all fit...inside me?" He asked incredulously. He
hadn't even looked at it bare yet but he was certain is much bigger
than his. And women could accommodate but could...that?

He was
actually afraid for a moment.

~*~

A soft sigh left
Tseng's lips as Rufus pulled his hair loose and then a soft moan as
some of the pressure was relieved on his straining erection. The
expression on Rufus's face was adorable and the Turk chuckled,
stroking the boy's face with his unoccupied hand so the youth would
look at him instead.

"After careful preparation and lots
of lubrication, then yes it could," he kissed Rufus again,
stroking the boy's hair back and out of his face. Rufus was still
shorter in height then Tseng, but once he started growing at full
tilt his body would become proportionate and they would probably be
evenly matched. This was where so many people failed, they became
selfish and forgot their partner, especially when experience was not
evenly matched.

"But only if you want to. And only when
you are ready," he promised, nuzzling Rufus's neck to gently
place kisses on it and along his collar bone, calming down the action
to let Rufus relax, to let him make the call without pressure. "It
is whatever you want to do Rufus. Whatever choice you make I will
respect and abide by," he kissed Rufus's lips again, tenderly
this time.

"I need you...but I don't know if I can do that
just yet..." Rufus whispered, nuzzling back. There were a few
nagging fears and libido only got one so far when...well that was
going to happen. His father had always asked him to let him put it
in, and he would never agree, got hit more for it but Tseng he wanted
like that. Sadly though, the fear was too tangled up with his father.

"Please?' he whispered, before reaching down to gently cup
Tseng in his hand through the silky fabric.

~*~

There
it was, fear. It played openly over the boy's face, the subtle
changes in his body language.
"You don't have to, its of no
obligation," Tseng whispered softly as his breath caught
slightly as Rufus reached down and touched the Turk.

"Its
alright Rufus," Tseng stroked the boy's face, drawing him into a
deep and gentle kiss. His hand stroked down to rest on the boy's hip
and moved his hand to mimic the actions Rufus had done to him, gently
cupping the boy in his hand. As he did this, he slowly moved his
finger still within Rufus.

"I'm at your command. I will
do as you tell me," Tseng whispered, wanting to give the boy
control to help him gain confidence, to reassure him, let him know
that this was in his control and that no forcing would happen. No
consequence or abuse if he wanted to stop right there and then.

As
much as Rufus wished for skin on skin, as it had been in his dream,
for now the clothing gave him some...privacy, no fear of being
laughed at for being the wrong shape or size...and when Tseng stroked
him, when that finger moved inside him he sudden realized that being
filled might not be so bad. He arched back against the finger, and
then moved forward into the roughness of fabric and the tantalizing
heat of Tseng's palm where if filtered through.

"Ah!" he
gasped aloud, the sound surprised and pleased at the same time as the
second movement of his hips made that fingertip brush something very
good...

It was all he could do to control his body, to not
push this or do more than he should... Tseng needed too...didn't he?
Surely there was a way...he knew he would not last much longer, his
restraint already tested by his youth.

The gasp from Rufus
was all Tseng needed to hear. And the restraint Rufus was showing was
admirable, Tseng had an idea as to why and slowly moved the boy's
hands over his own neglected sex, which the mere touch sent
lightening bolts down his spine. Then purred in the Rufus's
ear,

"Its alright, let go. I'll catch you," he
squeezed lightly down on Rufus. "Mimic my motions," He
kissed Rufus, letting his tongue play against Rufus's as his finger
kept moving within the boy. Tseng moaned, adding the motion of his
own hips to the mix and moaning again, slowly stroking Rufus wanting
to draw the young teen to the highest point of pleasure and have him
ride it out in the great tidal wave it would be.

~*~

Tseng
swallowed every sound he made; and make them he did. Moving back into
that finger, and then forward into Tseng, into the hardness that met
him, and the stroke of Tseng's hand. His hips moved quickly, already
words without form were vying with Tseng's tongue. The finger inside
of him slick, the friction between hardnesses was delicious to the
point of pain, and always Tseng's warmth rocking up to meet him. When
that place inside was stroked, teased just a little one last time,
his vision grayed out around the edges and he spilled out into the
fabric between them, sobbing Tseng's name, and when he fell, strong
arms caught him, even as he rocked and bucked a few last times until
he had no more to give.

His breathing was loud inside his own
head, and the world felt liquid and completely perfect as he breathed
in the smell of Tseng's shampoo...

~*~

Rufus's motions
were the things that poetry was written about. It was with all the
fire of youth, passion and most of all trust mixed into the smaller
bruised body that strained against him. The soft noises and sobs and
finally the violent buck of orgasm and the quivers that followed as
the Turk gently milked the boy for all he would give until the bucks
of aftershock gave way into the shivers of post orgasm.

Slowly
Tseng lay back entirely on the bed, holding Rufus against him still,
carefully pulling his finger from the boy and gently stroked his body
to sooth the shudders. The hand that was on Rufus's spent cock slowly
released and moved to his own, his charge's reaction having pushed
him to the very brink and it only took one motion of his own hand to
send Tseng into a teeth clenching orgasm that shook him to his
core.

They lay panting and shaking on the bed, Tseng wiped his
own hand on the inside of his pants and pulled it out to stroke
Rufus's face and hair, the boy was slightly sweaty and Tseng placed a
gentle kiss, first on his forehead and then on the boy's lips. It
occurred to him that it might not be good to wake up here in the
morning in such a position, but to leave the boy now would be
disastrous. Tseng nuzzled the exhausted boy and kissed his mouth
again and closed his eyes, holding Rufus against him.

~*~

Rufus
had felt Tseng reach for himself, had listened in a sort of sated
wonder as the other had released beneath him. Next time, he vowed, it
would be in him, or together...not separate like this. Even
inexperienced his pride demanded his partner have equal pleasure
beside him, teaching or no.

Rufus clung to him, savoring the
last two kisses, he buried his face into the hollow of Tseng's
throat, the thrum of his heartbeat and the rush of blood oddly
soothing. Safe. He didn't want tomorrow to come, and he wanted to
just stay in this moment. Logic dictated that Tseng should leave now,
and Rufus should shower and wash the sheets...but his father wouldn't
be home for another day, surely he could just rest here for a few
moments

He didn't remember his eyes closing, only the
safety of another heart beating next to his, but sleep stole him
easily.

~*~

The last thing he remembered was Rufus
snuggling himself into the nook that Tseng's shoulders and throat
made. Tseng sighed contently, feeling the boy's heart beating against
his own and drifted off into sleep without protest. The tea that
Tseng had originally brought to Rufus sat on the desk, cold and
forgotten.

It was the warm sunlight of late morning that
finally woke the Turk, who stretched slightly and rubbed his face,
wondering how he'd managed to over sleep and then realised he was
still in Rufus's room and the boy was still sleeping soundly on top
of him. They'd not moved since they'd fallen asleep. Rufus's bruises
looked a little better in the sunlight and Tseng was loath to wake
the younger teen and lay there for several moments, savoring the
feeling of the smaller body against his.

But Rufus had to
roused some time.

"Rufus," he murmured softly, hand
stroking his now dry hair out of his face. He considered placing a
kiss on the boy but wasn't sure of his temperament yet, least the boy
panic.

Sleepy blue eyes drifted open, widened in
surprise, and then softened in gratitude as his brain caught up with
him. He sat up slowly off Tseng, his right arm completely asleep. "We
should wash up," he whispered softly, wishing to god he didn't have
to leave or move, but grateful all the same they were awake before
the maid arrived.

Tseng nodded in agreement, definitely they
should wash, but there was something else first. He leaned forward
and slowly kissed Rufus.

"Good morning xiao mão,
" he said softly one hand stroking the boy's hair as Tseng gave
him the slightest of smiles and stretched, noting that he'd slept in
not only his entire uniform, but his shoes as well.

He
reached down and untied the laces to his shoes, kicking them off and
then stripped down to his pants, revealing a torso of lean muscle,
while the pants hung loose on his hips the belt still undone from the
previous night. Then he took Rufus's hand and led him towards the
boy's bathroom, once there he placed a soft kiss on Rufus's forehead
to reassure the boy and ran the water for a shower.

"Shall
we?" he asked, finally sliding his own pants and boxers off and
pulling the plastic shower curtain aside for Rufus to step in.

At
first, Rufus was far too shy to step out of his pants. Then he
gathered himself, he was a Shin-Ra and not some small trifle, he
could do this. He was a bit hard with sleep, but he hoped the other
would say nothing as he stripped, and then stepped in. The light was
low in the shower, but Rufus' breath caught anyway. Tseng was lean
and well muscled, and he wanted nothing more than to lean against
that chest, touch him, feel water slide over hard muscle and silky
skin...

Tseng stepped in behind Rufus and pulled the curtain
shut. After bathing in the same hot spring as all the other males of
his village, short of there being teeth on the thing, little
surprised him and Rufus had yet to hit his growth spurt. Allowing
Rufus to have the warm water first Tseng picked up the soap from its
dish and suddsed it up before gently running his soapy hands along
the boy's back.

Starting at the top of Rufus's neck, Tseng
made small circles with his thumbs as he moved down and over his
shoulders, careful not to put too much pressure on the bruises, Shiva
there were so many of them. Then he fanned his fingers out and
applied firm and even pressure along either side of the boy's spine
and moved his hands from the small of Rufus's back up to the top of
his neck. Once there his fingers found the boy's hairline and where
the spine and skull connected and gently Tseng rolled his knuckles
along it, his thumbs working again in the small circles on the boy's
neck. He repeated this several times and then gently hugged the teen
back against his chest, nuzzling his neck.

~*~

Little
had felt so good in a long time as Tseng's hands did now to Rufus.
Even when it ached near bruises it felt good, and having someone wash
his back was like a piece of heaven in itself. When he felt Tseng
press against him, he smirked just a little, leaning back he tilted
his head up to glance at the Wutaiain, wishing he could always call
him his.

"That feels great," he encouraged, closing his
eyes. His expression was like that of a very contented kitten in the
sun. Part of him also like the rub, but that part never seemed to
give him a rest recently.

Tseng returned the smirk Rufus
gave him in kind, chuckling softly as the boy leaned back against him
looking as though he was in pure and utter bliss. The younger teen
must have truly been a feline in his past life Tseng stroked his
fingers along the Rufus's shoulders a few minutes longer. If time had
been a luxury Tseng might have washed the younger's body, massaging
it as he went, but they didn't have that luxury.

He turned
Rufus to face him and moving them both under the warm spray of the
shower Tseng kissed him, his hands moving to gently massage Rufus's
scalp to soak his hair, his own body getting goose bumps from the
warm water on his flesh. Then pulling Rufus's body flush against his
own, Tseng pour shampoo into his hand and began to clean the boy's
hair, his fingers tangling and massaging against his scalp and then
Tseng kissed him again he rinsed Rufus's hair free of the shampoo,
purring deeply in his chest. Rufus might have been a kitten but Tseng
was all panther.

Rufus was pure putty in Tseng's hands. No
one had washed his hair that he could remember, at least not since he
was a child. He moaned softly, arms wrapping around Tseng so tightly.
"Don't ever leave," he whispered, head bowed and eyes closed
against any stray soap.

"I have no intent of leaving
you," the Turk said softly, brushing the last of the soap from
Rufus's hair, he tilted the boy's face up and kissed his forehead. "I
will never leave you," he kissed the boy again, holding him as
tightly as he dared.

For a moment he was afraid he might
overwhelm the boy, that this might be too much. But the way Rufus
clung to him it was plain how much the boy had been neglected, how he
craved even the smallest gestures of kindness that Tseng offered. And
every small hesitation spoke volumes of the boy had suffered at his
father's hand. Tseng wanted to take it all away, take care of his
charge and heal him.

Tseng held Rufus against him for several
minutes, wanting to give his charge as long as he could to savour the
escape.
"We should finish washing," Tseng finally
murmured, knowing the boy would be reluctant but also knowing that
even on a Sunday, the maid staff would eventually come around and the
hot water would eventually run out. He kissed Rufus once more, deeply
this time, before releasing him and quickly washing his own body.

~*~

Rufus understood this was the time. He had to stop
now, and go back to how he was. He also knew that as much had changed
in two days, it would not be easy. He finished washing himself,
briefly stopped to help Tseng wash up, and then stepped out, toweling
off quickly.

He raced to throw his clothes and sheets into
the hamper, and then quickly remade his own bed before bothering to
get dressed and slick his unruly hair back. Just in case his father
came home early...he had to be prepared.

Just thinking about
that man made Rufus' bruises ache, and made his head hurt with the
thought of biochem studying sitting in his book bag.

~*~

No
more words passed between them and Tseng stepped out of the shower,
wrapped a towel around his waist, gathered his uniform and was gone.
The maid staff still had not appeared and Tseng walked to his room,
changed and re-emerged from his room, hair pulled back again, uniform
in order. Giving a nod to the finally appeared maid staff he made
coffee for himself and then from, hesitated for a moment and made
Rufus the morning tea he'd made him for the previous day, there was
no telling how long it would be until this could happen again.

Tseng
took the tea to Rufus and wished him luck with his studying. Before
he left Tseng paused to give the boy a final gentle touch on his
shoulder and then left the boy to his studying. The house was
blessedly quiet and Tseng took the time to move about the large home
unbothered and to get a better feel for the property other than what
the blueprints had given him. Taking the time to also reflect and get
is own thoughts reordered to have everything in place for when
Shin-Ra Senior came home and for whatever hells the next week would
bring.

~*~
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