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Taking Care of Business	By : Turkaholic Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1121 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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Author's note:
I know it's not a long chapter, and I'm sorry for that. I'm also sorry for the unbelievably long breaks I have from the fandom. However if it's been a while and you're wondering what's going on, you can check (and hopefully friend) my LiveJournal: turkaholic.livejournal.com,
Or follow me on Twitter: http://twitter.com/FFTurkaholic
This is just a taster of what's to come. The next chapter should be longer.
Oh... and as ever... reviews and comments are always appreciated <3
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Chapter 5
I've been with a lot of chicks in my time. Can I help it? I'm just so fucking attractive, it'd have been cruel to deny them; But there's just one person I've found in this whole damn city that can do this to me: Make my brain turn to pink gooey mush inside my head at the slightest touch of those long, luxurious fingers; make me arch and cry out and groan with no damn control over my body; make me wanna screw right then and there just by a look in his eye, or some rare smutty little smirk pulling at the edges of his normally completely expressionless mouth. No chick had ever been able to make me feel this fucking good, and trust me: that’s one hell of a lot of competition to beat.
Tseng's eyes glinted with amusement as he knelt back and surveyed the new addition to his bedroom decor - A stark naked redhead chained to the headboard, eyes lidded and grinning so hard it made my fucking face hurt. I shifted a little, parted my legs and arched upwards as a not-so-subtle hint of what the hell I wanted touching and when.
Ok... so I'm not great at subtle. At least, not when Tseng's around anyway.
The bastard kneeling in front of me just quirked an eyebrow inquisitively and knelt back even further, further away from my aching, twitching penis and eyed me silently for a moment. My grin faded slightly. What the hell!? Why was he just sitting there staring at me? What was I? A fucking museum exhibit or something?
"...Boss?" I muttered, trying to work out what the hell he was thinking behind those stupid eyes of his. Tseng just looked at me, and then slowly licked his lips - and made my whole body shiver just at the filthy ideas running through my head.
"...Yes, Reno?" He purred calmly, that expression of indifference only slightly ruined by the fact that a kind of malicious glint seemed to be settling behind his eyes. I gulped silently, starting to wonder what the hell I'd been thinking. Maybe letting the psychotic bastard handcuff me wasn't such a great idea after all...
"Uh... ... are you gonna do anything or am I just here to look pretty?"
Tseng's eyes narrowed slowly, deviously, and made me wish I hadn’t opened my fat mouth. As usual. He leaned down close to my ear, his hot breath beating on my neck and just making my eyes roll back into my head with a shudder. Fuck. I’m pretty sure he must have felt it, cause I swear I could practically hear the bastard smirk.
...Not that I was gonna call him a bastard, of course. I mean come on, anybody with half a brain could tell you it’s a really really bad idea to insult a Turk- We’re a bunch of fucking sociopaths with loaded guns- and even though my brain wasn’t exactly functioning at 100% here I still knew: insulting a Turk while you’re tied to the bastard’s bed? You’re heading for some serious pain.
I felt strands of long, silky black hair spreading over my shoulder as he moved closer, careful not to allow me any skin-on-skin contact, and he was ready for me when I growled impatiently and tried to arch up, pulling back just enough for me to feel his body heat close to mine, making me fucking tug at the handcuffs and curse under my breath in the strain to get closer. Dammit I just wanted a little god damn contact! My member was aching, twitching for attention. My skin was tingling, sweating, just aching for that miserable asshole to touch me. Somewhere, anywhere! Trust me: I ain’t a patient man, and my penis is even less patient than me, so between us it’s difficult as fuck to stay in control and not just follow my dick around all damn day.
Tseng kept his lips close to my ear, breathing slowly on my neck, torturing me, making me want him more with every breath. I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed like that: Tseng knelt over me, breathing deeply, keeping just out of range of my touch, and me, my back arched unnaturally upwards, too fucking nervous to speak in case I insulted him in my lustful stupor, and too damn proud to beg.
...Too damn proud so far, that is.
Tseng shifted slightly above me, his hair caressing my shoulder and chest, and then... ever so fucking gently... his lips grazed against my ear.
Now, you better understand this before I start, I have no problem with... y’know... sensitivity. I can make girls scream, heck sometimes even cry with pleasure before I’m finished for the night. I’m a fucking sex machine, just ask 90% of the chicks in Midgar. Reno the Sex Machine, that’s me; but despite how damn good I am in bed, still... just that tiniest of touches sent my nervous system into overdrive.
“A-ah!” My fists clenched and my back arched painfully higher as Tseng’s lips gave me a taster of the attention I so desperately wanted. My member gave a huge twitch and I stupidly attempted to sit up, but I was desperate. Who the fuck cared if I pulled my arms outta their sockets? I wanted Tseng to touch me. I wanted to wrap my damn legs around the bastard and feel him inside me, groaning my name. To hell with my other body parts! They could drop off for all I cared.
“Reno. Stay exactly where you are.”
The words were an order, not a request and before I even realised what the hell I was doing I dropped back down onto the mattress obediently – the result of having this guy as a boss for three years - he has this tone in his voice that just makes you do exactly whatever the hell you're told, in fear of having your eyes gouged out. I tried to get a glimpse of his face, try to work out what the hell he was going to do to me next, but he leaned down next to me away from my gaze and I felt pressure against my wrists, meaning that he had just slid the handcuffs down the headboard, restricting me from trying to sit up the way I had before.
“...But then,” He continued, growling lowly into my ear, an undertone of anger suddenly appearing in his voice. I gulped audibly. “You never were very good at staying where you’re told.”
... And finally... the situation hit me. The whole reason Tseng had tied me up in the first fucking place:
Tseng never forgets.
One word: Shit.
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