Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

Tough Love	By : tstearns Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Hurry up
already, I haven�t got all night.

Well...actually I did. And I knew that the only thing that would have
gotten me to move from this very spot was if the sky was falling down on my
head. Maybe. But kneeling there, waiting for him to do
something, anything... I finally had a true glimpse of what an eternity
in Hell must be like. Screw all that fire and brimstone nonsense, this
was real torture.

I could hear him in back of me...doing stuff. I wasn�t sure what exactly,
and even though I was technically free to move as I wanted, I felt
paralyzed. Shit, I was afraid. Afraid to move, afraid to say
anything. God knows my mouth gets me out of more situations like this than into
them. One wrong word from me and I could mess up this whole thing.

I was just about to whimper out of frustration, when Tseng knelt in back of me
and swiftly wrapped me in his arms. And then I did whimper because it was
the only sound I knew how to make as I felt the warmth of his skin against my
back. "I was beginning to think you�d forgotten about me for a
sec," I said shakily, though it came out more as a pant as Tseng began to
kiss my ear.

His lips captured my earlobe and I felt him grin against the skin as he nipped
at it with his teeth. "Forget I have a naked man on my floor?
How stupid do you think I am?" He darted out his tongue and tasted
my neck, the wet warmth and rough surface glided over my flesh, causing me to
shudder involuntarily.

"Well," I drawled, too distracted by what he was doing to pay
attention to my own words, "considering it�s this naked man, I�m
not really sure."

Capturing my chin in his hand, he turned my head to face him. His eyes
blazed intensely, glaring at me as though I'd deeply offended him. As his
eyes searched mine, I watched his pupils dilate until they nearly swallowed up
his entire iris, leaving just the faintest ring of natural color rimmed around
the solid black depths. He lifted his hand to delicately trace his thumb
over my bottom lip. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words
came. I could only guess what he'd been about to say, and it might�ve
been my imagination only, but I swear his face held more longing in it than I
ever would�ve thought possible for this man. Could that mean...that he�s wanted
this as much and as long as I have? That this wasn�t just some last minute
thing brought on by a cloud of alcohol and adrenaline? Jesus...the thought was
more than I could handle. Thank god my higher brain functions had shut down
three hours ago.

Tseng leaned his head down to capture my mouth in a heated kiss. His
touch lingered over my back and found my ponytail, and he curled it through his
fingers. Still locked in the kiss, he took my hair and tickled my neck
and shoulders with the end. Then tugging it slightly, he reached up and
slid the band tying it the ponytail at the base of my neck, running his hands
through the length and fanning it out against my back. Then he broke the kiss
and I sighed euphorically, feeling my eyelids droop.

Both of his extraordinarily capable hands covered my shoulders, kneading in
between my shoulder blades and worrying the knots in my muscles until they
relaxed. My head flopped forward bonelessly. Just as I was
really getting into it, he pulled his hands away again, and I groaned in
desperation.

"Oh, just relax," he scolded me lightly.

"I was just beginning to do that."

"I�m not done yet." Another moment and they were back, this
time slick and warm as he glided his fingers deftly over my body. Where he�d
gotten the massage oil from, I had no freaking clue. Pulled it out of thin air,
for all I knew. But holy shit, I never knew hands could do that, and I
realized I didn�t care where he�d gotten it. This from a guy who�s death grip on me earlier had me wondering if I
would ever be able to use my favorite right arm again.

And
speaking of which...

"How�s your wrist feeling?"

Well, damn if I hadn�t all but forgotten the thing was attached. I looked down
at it like I was noticing it for the first time and picked it up to stare at it
before my face. The bruise had now turned to a lovely color of eggplant and
actually looked worse than it had before, but I�ve had enough bumps and bruises
in my life to know that the coloring was bound to look worse than it felt
before going away entirely. "Actually," I said, mildly surprised,
"it still feels ok."

"Good," he purred into my ear, and gently laced oil-slicked fingers
in-between mine. His other hand trailed down my back, rubbing small circles
into muscle junctions on the way, then reached down to knead my ass. I
felt him tease the sensitive area right above my crack for a moment, then
steeling myself for what would come next, I squeeze his hand as I felt his
finger trace between the crack of my behind, and then slowly, he pushed one long
finger into me while my eyes did their best to pop out of their sockets.

I sucked in a deep breath and held it as I clenched every muscle in my
body. He stopped for a moment and urged me to relax with a whisper of
encouragement. Relax... Sure... Every time he�s told me that
tonight I�d done the exact opposite. I wondered if he�d be peeling me off
the ceiling like a frightened cat by the end of the night. Eventually, I
began to breath again, and slowly took his suggestion as I accepted his
presence in my body. Gradually, I realized it wasn�t even that big of a
deal, and I eased my knuckle-white grip on his hand. Tseng withdrew his
finger almost entirely, then carefully thrust into me again. I gasped
once more, but softer that time, and realized I was actually beginning to
adapt. I�d always been a quick learner.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I�m okay," I panted, "it�s just...different."

"We can stop if you�re uncomfortable," he suggested in a way that
made it incredibly difficult to believe he really meant that. Either way,
it didn't matter. I wasn't going to let him stop now.

"Tseng, you stop now, I will kill you." It was hardly a
threat, but he chuckled at my attempt.

Taking that as a sign of encouragement, he continued to loosen me up a bit,
working one, then two slick fingers deep into me. Sooner or later I got to the
point where I was actually enjoying it...as long as I just shut my eyes and
concentrated on the sensation instead of thinking about it or worrying about
what was coming next, everything seemed to be just fine. When he removed his
fingers from me, I exhaled a breath I didn�t realized I�d been holding and
collapsed back against his chest.

He caught me, wrapping his arms around me again and stroking back the hair
pasted to my forehead. He shifted slightly to capture my mouth with his
as he gently pushed me up onto my knees again in a silent instruction to hold
my own weight. His mouth never left mine, and I felt his erection press
into my back as my eyebrows knotted together anxiously. With a quick
adjustment, he guided the slippery tip of his length against me and pushed in,
forcing me to break the kiss, to catch my breath in one huge gulp of air.
Screwing my eyes shut and clenching my teeth to keep from crying out, I felt
his hands roam over my chest and settle on my stomach.

"Breathe," he calmly instructed.

Well, I was breathing, and like a champion prank caller, too, if you�d
asked me. I was breathing so well, it was like I'd been doing it all my
life. I was sucking in oxygen like a vacuum cleaner; gasping like a fish
out of water. Breathing wasn't my problem, just then. In fact, I
was surprised there was any air left in the room for him.

Then I felt his belly firmly into my back then draw away as I felt him exhale
against my neck. With his hand pressed against my stomach, he compressed
and released as he drew in air and exhaled, and finally I got the picture: breathe
with him. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the subtle movements of
his hand against my stomach and the sound of his breath. It took me a
while to synchronize with him, but once I�d settled into the wave-like rhythm,
I felt myself relax.

He pushed deeper into me, slowly by degrees, and stopped momentarily when there
was a catch in my throat. He patiently waited until I fell into the
rhythm with him again, then inched into me farther.

"You feel so goddamned good," he sighed close to my ear.
Unconsciously, I sighed with him, so caught up in the timing of our breathing,
and then I realized he was fully sheathed inside me as he waited for me to get
used to the feeling. Once again, I had to admire his self-control.
I know I wouldn't have been this tolerant in his position.

Tseng started to move, the cadence of our coordinated breaths now commanding
our bodies completely. I drove my hips to counter his movements, and as our
breathing would increase, so would our pace...or was it the other way around?
He grabbed my hips and thrust into me again, and pleasure coursed through me in
a pang so pleasurable it almost hurt. I gasped again and softly cried
out. He stopped and allowed me to catch my breath again, but I urged him
on with a reflexive jolt of my hips.

His hand left my hip and trailed down to curl his fingers around my fully
awakened erection. That in and of itself was almost a phenomena.
Usually I'm good for once and then little Reno Jr. there is down for the
count. But tonight was a night for a whole lotta firsts and I wasn't
about to look a gift horse in the--

WHOA!!! The last train of thought left me when that pang returned.
That and the grip he had on me as he stroked my length nearly sent me over the
edge. Ok, Reno. Time to practice a little self-control. I
thrust into his hand again as he thrust inside of me. Ah, Jesus� To
hell with self-control. I was gonna need a little assistance here.
I grabbed his wrist and stilled his hand; I was not going to last long at this
rate.

He released his hand from around me and withdrew himself, grabbing my shoulder
and gently pushing me down to the floor on my back. For the first time I was
able to see him fully, his face and chest flushed and shined with perspiration,
eyes shadowed with desire, lips parted slightly and quirking in an almost
unnoticeable smile as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Our
eyes locked for a moment and I made no attempt to hide the lust growing for him
in mine. He dropped onto me and kissed me. Hard.

Shifting to accommodate each other, we fell back into the rhythm as I wrapped
my arms around him and hung on. This Turk was in for one wild ride�

I groaned into his mouth as he bit my lower lip, his pace increasing as he
pulled his mouth away to gasp and pushed his arms rigid to arch above me.
I watched, fascinated, as Tseng shifted back to his knees, until his hand
circled around my erection once again and literally yanked me out of my reverie
as he plunged into me again and again.

Another few thrusts and finally he froze over me completely, tensing every
muscle in his body as his eyes clamped shut. A sharp cry unlike anything I've
ever heard escaped his throat and I felt warm moisture flood inside of me.
Tightening his hand around my erection, he gave one long, hard stroke as he
thrust into me once for the last time, and I was gone with him as two
concurrent twinges of the most blissful pain and pleasure I've ever felt
wracked my body like an electric current. I came, molten liquid surging
into his hand, and my consciousness took a dive as everything else around me
faded to black.

The fat lady had sung.

And what a helluva performance it had been.

* * *

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty." The playful amusement in the deep voice
strained slightly the next time it spoke. "Reno...?"

A light slap on my face, followed by a harder one. Aw, c'mon, was that really
necessary? What the hell'd I do this time?

"Reno. Wake up."

I was asleep? Funny, I didn't remember going to sleep... I tested
that theory by slitting one eyelid and peeking through. Well looky there,
my eyes had at least been closed. I felt like my muscles had been through
the most hellacious workout of my life. Lifting my eyelids alone felt
like I had pianos tied to the ends of them. Yup, sure felt like sleep to
me. And now that I was awake again, I stared up into the blackest eyes
I've ever known, lines of concern etched around the smooth almond shapes.
"What..." I drowsily slurred. �Iz�za staff meeting over aw�ready?�

Tseng breathed a laugh and settled down next to me on the floor, one leg folded
under him and the other bent at the knee as he rested his elbow on it. Still
naked, he sat in the darkened light of the room raking his fingers through his
hair. Was it just me or did he look relieved somehow? "Yes,
Reno. Out �staff meeting� is over."

I turned my head slowly toward him and arched an amused eyebrow, smirk wryly at
his statement. There was a verbal joke there somewhere, but I didn't need to
dignify it from the less-than-amused look carved on Tseng's face. "What
happened?" I asked.

"You passed out," he said, unfolding once again and stretching out
next to me on his side.

"I passed out?" I echoed, feeling a stupid grin plaster across my
mouth. "No shit. That's never happened before."

He grazed his fingers lightly over my throat and traced my collarbone.
"See that it doesn't again," he said softly. I turned to focus my
eyes on his face again and noted the conflicting emotions of weary satisfaction
and concern underscored in his features.

"How long was I out?"

He shrugged an answer. "A couple of minutes."

"A couple of minutes?" All I could do was parrot
his answers. My brain was still fuzzy and trying to process the whole
experience. Though Tseng didn't seem to mind as he patiently curled up next to
me, and I didn't mind in the least. I decided to try some new material
this time. "That must've inflated your ego up like a balloon. Wow,
Tseng. Who knew you were that good?"

My stab at trying to lighten the situation seemed to make it worse when I
thought I detected a quick flash of anxiety flaring in his eyes before it
shuttered behind a mask of control. Right then it occurred to me that Tseng had
actually been...worried. Maybe not enough for any real alarms to ring off in
that level head of his, but definitely enough to pull at a heart string or two
he probably didn�t even know he had. Tseng had actually been worried.

About me.

"Not hardly," he replied phlegmatically. "You were injured
this evening, and drunk. Your body most likely just couldn�t handle the
exertion." He cupped his hand in back of my neck and bumped his
forehead against mine apologetically. "I should have gone easier on
you."

Was that�guilt? Ah jeeze, Tseng. No, don�t regret it. Don�t do this. Not on my account...

I reached up and weaved my fingers through his, determined to prove to him I
was all right. "It was more than worth it," I whispered sincerely,
and offered him a genuine smile. His own expression softened and he
returned the smile affectionately before it darkened into a wolfish grin.

"Leave it to you to fall asleep just when things are getting
interesting," he added wryly. "You should see all the exciting
things you miss in our staff meetings."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Short of Scarlet giving a lap dance
to Rufus Shinra while he�s dressed in drag, I doubt I�m missing much."

He winced at the mental picture that seemed to conjure and shot me a look of
disgust. "You�d actually want to see Scarlet do a lap dance?"

"Sure. I could use a good laugh just as much as anyone." I
grinned over at him and then unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn.

He smiled warmly at me and kissed the back of my hand. "Well,
Sleepy," he said, "while you were out cold I drew a bath."

"Planning to drown me?" I remarked.

"As a matter of fact, I had considered it," he commented
without hesitation. "But since I don�t have to get rid of any
evidence now, would you care to just join me instead?"

Batting my eyelashes, I flashed him my most charmingly innocent smile.
"Carry me?"

Tseng didn�t buy it for a second. He shot me a reproachful look
underneath dark lashes. "Nice try. Last time I checked, your legs weren�t
broken," he said flatly.

"Aw, you�re no fun," I returned cheerfully.

Tseng pushed himself up on all fours then raised up on his knees as he offered
me a hand up. "You�d be surprised what limits you can push your body to when
you really need to," he said as he pulled us both up to our feet. When I
stood, I swooned slightly from a head rush and bumped against his shoulder for
support. "Reno?" he said, unable to mask that concern in his tone as
he gripped my arm to steady me.

"I'm ok, Tseng," I assured, regaining my balance. "Musta
just left my brain in my other hat today. All that dust up their got kicked
around when I got up too quick."

He pulled me close for a moment, and gently threaded his fingers through my
messy hair. Searching me closely as I leaned into the soothing touch, he pulled
my head closer and captured my mouth with his in a soft, meandering kiss when
he seemed fairly satisfied that I wasn't going to collapse into a million
pieces. Breaking the kiss reluctantly, he reached down and swatted me on my
bare ass. "Move it," he ordered, and with a protective hand
resting in the small of my back, he slowly guided me back through his apartment
into the bathroom.

Candlelight flickered on the bare walls as I pushed the door open to the steamy
room, and I stood in the threshold of the room with a dopey grin plastered to
my face as I took it all in. The subtle smells of eucalyptus and vanilla
filled my nose from the scented candles that lined the marble countertops around
the vanity area by the sink and the edge of a large oval tub. Healthy
green plants hung in various corners of the room. It wasn't a huge room
by any means, but it was very clean and simple just like the rest of the
apartment. I watched the steam swirl and dance above the water in the
bathtub definitely big enough for two people, maybe three or four if you were
all really, really good friends. Or midgets. "Aw, Tseng. No
bubbles?"

He shut the door behind us and wrapped one arm around my waist. "No
Reno," he said sweetly. "Just the big one between your
shoulders." With a quick squeeze, he let go and grabbed my hand,
leading me over to the tub as I fought to control the grin that bloomed up on
my lips. I was enjoying his wry humor.
Marveling at it like a century�s old artifact I�d dug up. It was amazing me what a turn on it
was.

Sitting
on the edge, he tested the temperature of the water with his hand.

"Never figured you for a romantic," I purred, leaning over to sniff
the scent from one of the lit candles on the edge.

"I don�t have much opportunity to show it," he remarked.
"I believe the 'must like long walks on the beach' was omitted from the
job description before I was hired." Swinging one long leg over the
edge, and then following it with the next, he lowered himself slowly into the
tub as I watched the vapors rise from his skin. He cupped his hand and wet his
arms and chest with the moisture, then dipped both hands in the water and
brought them back up to smooth back his hair, plastering it against his head
while the ends hung loose in damp rivulets just above hardened nipples. I
sucked in a breath and tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach. I'm sure
the sweat breaking out on my forehead near my hairline had less to do with the
steam in the room and more to do with the view that I was getting.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to get
in?"

"Stare," I answered absently, and proceeded to do just that.

He smiled modestly for a second and held out his hand to me. "Get in
here and keep me warm." I took his hand and obeyed, climbing over
the side of the tub and easing down into the water in front of him.

Oh...damn. That felt good. Squishy good. My brain, and
any other vital part of me was officially on vacation. I leaned back
against his chest and Tseng firmly wrapped his arms under my ribs and rested
his chin on the top of my head. Keep him warm? Hell, I was approaching meltdown level, myself. Not that I
minded.

Stirring slightly, I gradually rolled over on my side and moved my arm to
circle around his back, pressing my cheek to his smooth chest. He
tightened his grip around me in this new position and I felt more than heard
him release a long, heartfelt sigh. "Not crushing anything
important, am I?" I mumbled.

He grunted a laugh, a sound that resonated through my body like I'd stuck my
head inside a cello. "Nothing I can't live without for a little
while," he whispered. I wanted to steal a look up into his eyes. The
forlorn tone in his voice told me I'd find something a little more than mere
fatigue waiting for me there. But I settled for tightening my embrace
around him and snuggled closer to his chest. I felt his hand move up to
my hair again to tenderly tease the strands with a caressing touch.
Little by little, the soothing motion of his hand lulled me into a wonderful
state of comfort, the gentle rising and falling of his chest, the steady thrum
of a heartbeat under my ear...it was all very hypnotic. My eyelids became
heavy, and though I fought briefly to keep them open, eventually I lost the
battle and they drifted shut.

"Reno?"

"Hmmm?" I intoned, through a semi-sleepy haze. I was just resting my eyes. Honest.

"Stay with me tonight," Tseng whispered.

It wasn't a request. Tseng needed something to assure him that I wasn't just
going to up and leave him in the middle of the night. That woke me right
up. God, how could I tell him that leaving was the last thing I'd wanted
to do? Should be the easiest thing in the world, right? But I didn't
trust myself not to say the wrong thing. Not to mention I could barely
find it in myself to breathe right then. But Tseng needed me and I had to
do something to assure him.

Tseng needed me.

At that moment I became totally paralyzed, more frightened by that one thought
than anything else all night. As crystal clear reality came crashing down
around me, I fought an inner struggle not to outwardly shiver with fear.
Good god, I couldn't believe it. This was not supposed to have happened.
How did I let this happen?

I was in love.

Talk about your eye opener. For someone who'd never been in love before,
this was a pretty goddamn big revelation. I maintained my control lying
as still as possible in his arms without trying to arouse his suspicion.
Finally, I rolled my head over and casually planted a soft kiss on his chest
right over his heart. "You betcha," I said, hoping he didn't
hear the catch in my voice. I prayed it was enough to assure him.
God knows if I said more right now, next thing I knew he'd be telling me to
leave instead.

He seemed satisfied with my answer, and I heard his head drop back against the
tile of the back wall and the slightest shudder ran through his body when he
finally and completely relaxed. His arms loosened just slightly around me
and I felt his breathing deepen and slow. Fast approaching sleep, he
muttered two words that meant more to me that he could ever known.
"Thank you."

Sure. No problemo. Hey, it's the least that I could do...

For the one I love.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Tough Love