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Tseng's Company	By : Turkaholic Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1072 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Tseng's Company
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-Epilogue
- 4
- 5
- 6
Chapter 5
Rufus leaned back against the cushion, panting still as I wiped the last of his load from around my mouth.
"Not bad. I never knew you had it in you, Reno." If this were a different scenario, there would be hundreds of innuendos about those last words ready to escape my mouth right now. But this wasn't a different scenario, and I was confused as fuck. I'd just given Rufus Shinra - the most pompous bastard in the whole of Midgar a head and I... I was getting turned on by it? Fuck! How screwed up must my mind be? I felt lower than a piece of scum on a Zolom's ass, yet it was making me hard too. I eventually looked up at him through strands of my hair that had been pulled out of place by his grip. He was looking down at me with what looked like amusement. I can only guess what the hell I must have looked like: scared yet passive, like I felt. I mean... this was all some sick dream, right? Some freaking sadistic trick played on me by my own subconscious? I was half expecting to wake up in my bed any minute, and it must have come across in my face, because Rufus just smirked at me.
"Well...you've certainly proved to me you have the skills to stay a Turk..." He said, and I turned away, looking at some insignificant piece of fluff on the floor. I suddenly felt his eyes roaming over me, like lazers. That cold blue burning into me, and settling over...my pants? What? Oh...oh shit. He must have noticed the bulge where my semi was starting to show. I tried to ignore it, wishing he'd tell me to leave now, but he didn't, and I noticed his cock was still half aroused, even after what I'd done. He leaned forwards until our faces were barely an inch apart.
"But do you have the devotion to work for Shinra?"
"Devotion?" I said, looking up at him in confusion. Rufus looked serious, yet I fucking well knew there was more to it. I gulped loudly, to which Rufus smirked, leaning in closed.
"What would you do for Shinra?"
I blinked slowly, knowing damn well where this question was leading, but I also knew damn well I couldn't refuse, unless I wanted to end my days like I started: sleeping on the streets and cowering to that bastard Don. There really wan't a choice...heh... just tattoo me 'bitch'. I had no alternative and Rufus knew that. I could see it in his eyes.
"Anything." I said resignedly. He had me well and truly beaten, I may as well just let him get it over with. He put a hand under my chin, forcing me to look into those cruel cold eyes as a grin spread across his face. He was no longer trying to hide what he wanted from me. He knew the situation, I knew the situation, why pretend?
"Show me that devotion Reno."
I closed my eyes so I didn't have to see those eyes and I sighed. Now this next sentence would really fucking hurt.
"What do you want me to do?" Now...is it just me, or did that sound like defeat in my voice? And if it was defeat then why in the hell was my erection getting harder as I spoke? Apparently Rufus noticed it, and he let out a grunt of a laugh at my expense.
"Go over to the desk."
I stood up silently, my body working on autopilot and doing what Rufus commanded, wether I wanted it to or not. I could feel strands of hair sticking to my face with sweat. Nervous sweat, I guess. I mean I'd never fucked a guy, so I had no idea what he'd want me to do next. Women were my area of expertise: give me a woman, I'd no what to do with her, but give me a man... Let's just say that this was a learning curve for me. A sudden learning curve, but a learning curve nonetheless.
I went and stood by Rufus' desk, looking down at my still open personnel file, my photo staring back up at me with a cheesy grin plastered on its face. I remembered when that photo was taken: I'd been so happy to have made it into the Turks that I'd gone out and got completely plastered. Next morning, this photo was taken, and I'd still been pissed.
'Stupid prick' I thought to myself as Rufus came up behind me, 'you never thought you'd have to do this to keep your job, did you?'
Rufus' hands suddenly gripped my shoulders and he walked me forwards until my hips touched the edge of the desk, then he leaned over my shoulder, his hot breath beating on the back of my neck. I tried to hold it back, fucking hell did I try! But when he did that, I couldn't help but let out a quick pant. His hands began to slip down from my shoulders but stopped when he came to the bottom of my jacket, which he pulled off me and threw across the room. I shuddered at the loss of warmth and was rewarded by Rufus' cock digging into my back. I frowned as Rufus then began to unbutton my shirt. Oh hell, I could cope with letting him do what he wanted, but please...I hoped that I wouldn't have to let him do it naked.
He finished undoing my shirt and let it hang open as his hands slid down my chest and stomach. Through all of this he didn't say a word, but he carried on breathing hotly down my neck. A second later, both of his hands slid past my waistband and down into my boxers.
I leaned hard on the desk in front of me and groaned, either from surprise or arousal or both, and felt as his fingertips caressed my skin, making me go completely hard. For a minute I forgot where I was, concentrating more on the sensations running through my body. I forgot it was Rufus who was doing this to me. Rufus? No, for a milisecond I imagined it was me and Tseng, lying on some distant Wutaian beach, his fucking gorgeous tanned body lying next to me as he touched me...
I woke up from that when Rufus laughed quietly in my ear and retracted his hands. I resisted the urge to whimper. At this point I still had a tiny bit of self control left, and as long as it lasted I wasn't going to give that son of a bitch the satisfaction, so I just gripped the table nervously as he undid my button fly on my pants. So goddamn slow it was painful. My undone pants slipped down my thighs to the floor and my boxers were pulled down, little by little, until I could feel my bare ass pressed up against his groin, his cock still digging into my lower back as we stood like that for a moment. Nothing happened.
Fucking hell, this was unbearable! Everything was taking too long! My brain was struggling to carry on convincing my psyche that this was all a dream, and by the time my mind figured out this was all really happening, I was planning on being buried deep in a bottle of violently strong vodka, trying to pass this off as a cheese-induced dream.
Suddenly I realised why he'd paused. I heard the sound of something oily being squeezed from a tube, and then the sound as he rubbed whatever it was over his hands. I felt his chest press against my back and I realised he'd taken his shirt off too. I could feel the sweat from what I'd done to him earlier seeping though onto my skin as he leaned over my shoulder again and licked my ear. Oh to hell with self control! I let my eyes roll back into my head and bucked my hips involuntarily against the side of Rufus' desk. Then I felt an oily hand creeping down the bottom of my back. I froze. It's true I'd never been with a guy before, but I had a vague idea of what was coming next. Rufus' other hand came back up to my shoulder and pushed me forwards so that I was actually leaning across his desk, my elbows propping me up as I let out a long breath. A few seconds later, a single finger entered my ass.
I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the discomfort I was in. I tried to keep it to myself, but I let out a whimper at the feeling and Rufus behind me just laughed, telling me to relax. Yeah, like that was going to help me any. How can anyone relax when someone's...got a...
I actually found, after a few seconds that I was starting to relax. My breathing wasn't so fast and shallow and it didn't feel as strange to me. He started to draw out and plunge back in slowly as my muscles got used to it. After about 20 seconds of this, he hit my prostate. I groaned loudly and bucked forcefully at the new sensation, panting for a moment afterwards as Rufus continued to work my walls into relaxing. A few seconds later he slipped in a second finger. It was uncomfortable again, but I found if I just concetrated on my breathing, the pain and discomfort got easier. Hey, considering I'd never done anything like this before, I'd say I was handling it all pretty well.
"They say the Turks have to be quick learners," He whispered into my ear. I closed my eyes as he continued to work his fingers inside me. "I'd say you're proving that point pretty well." And then he slid a third finger into me. For a moment the pain was enough to make me cry out, but then... then I got used to it again. It was still uncomfortable, and my breathing halted every now and then but as Rufus carried on I began to calm down. Hell, I even began to like it. A couple of times he brushed past my prostate and I gasped, bucking and grinding pathetically against the side of Rufus' desk. By this point, I think my panick siren had wailed itself to a standstill, and I'd replaced it with my 'fuck it, its happening so you may as well enjoy it' mode. Still...
I clenched my teeth. This was taking too long. I could feel my member throbbing painfully as he just leisurely used his fingers to ease my ass. I couldn't take it anymore. I was desperate for it to be over. I wanted to write this off as a dream as soon as possible, and forget the fact that Rufus pretty-boy bastard Shinra was actually pressing my buttons by doing this. I felt like I was about to explode.
"Ah... fucking hell." I moaned, and steadied myself on the table with my elbows. I felt like such a...little bitch was the only term I could think of at the time, but I just couldn't help it: my hormones had taken over, and what came from my mouth next surprised even me:
"Please. Just get this over with...just do what you have to do." I felt his fingers stop moving as I spoke. I'd just begged? I never begged. In sexual situations, I'd always been the dominating one, and most of the women I attract like it that way, but now I wasn't. Rufus was in control of everything, and thinking about it scared me senseless. The fact that I was prepared to beg scared me. Still...first time for everything eh?
Another pause. I'd started figuring by now that Rufus liked silence, and making me wait. It seemed an odd time to figure this, but in that pause I began to work out that the first time I'd seen that look in his eyes was when I'd begged for my job. So that meant...what? He was domineering? Or was there more to it than that? Begging was definitely one of his buttons though - I could feel moisture dripping from his tip down my lower back in that pause. Oh hell I wanted...needed him to get this over with so badly. I had the urge to whimper in frustration then, but I held it back. 'Come on Reno, you're a Turk. You're a man. Take it like a man.'
Heh...you know it's funny. I never thought I'd be taking that advice literally.
It was the most humiliatingly long pause in my life, Leaning over Rufus' table, my shirt open and my boxers pulled down, my own stiff erection digging into the side of Rufus' desk, while I heard that same oily sound coming from behind me. I tried to think of other things: the chocobo racing, jelly donuts, the goddamn twelve times table! Anything but what he was about to do to me. Excited pants were coming from Rufus as he brought his penis back into contact with my skin, now oily and slick as he moved it down and pressed it against my hole. Oh crap, this plan wasn't working. How could I ignore the fact that the vice president had me sprawled over his desk, practically letting him do whatever he wanted to me while I just lay there waiting? Okay Reno, deep breaths...calm down.
I felt Rufus lean over me, pressing my body against the desk. His mouth rested behind my ear. I didn't open my eyes, instead my brows just formed into a knot as I felt him sweep my ponytail over my shoulder.
"I have an appiontment with Heidigger soon." He said, and then I almost felt him smirk as he began to tremble. "So let's make this quick, shall we?" And then he thrust into me.
The pain I felt was fucking indescribable. I'll give him his dues, his first thrust wasn't that bad, but the second time, he held back nothing, and I was still in a whole world of pain for at least 30 seconds afterwards. I arched up from the desk as far as I could without breaking my goddamn back, and I remember screaming, though it must've been a silent scream or Rufus would have told me to shut my damn mouth. My eyes were clenched so tight I could see white specks under my eyelids, and the next thing I knew, I was splayed completely across the desk, whimpering as Rufus pulled my thighs apart to give him better access. I clawed at the paperwork around me and shuddered. Rufus was getting impatient: now that the pain was dimmed, I could feel him literally pounding into me. All I could do was whimper louder as the pain and pleasure of what he was doing melded together.

I wanted to tell that son of a bitch to ease up, to stop, to go easy on me, but my brain had turned to mush so all I could manage to say was two words. Two goddamn pathetic words that I would later seriously regret saying:
"It...hurts." was all I could manage. Sure Reno, that was a fucking helpful thing to say...very eloquent. Still...it did have some effect on Rufus. Not the effect I'd hoped for though.
Rufus' pants began to get louder behind me and I felt myself start to drool, wether from the pain or the pleasure, I really don't know.
"Well you... deserve it." Was what he said, just as harshly as when I'd come in, and he didn't let up the pace. Instead, he made it faster. That's when tears started to form in my eyes. I know it was unmanly, fuck, I knew the satisfaction it would give Rufus but...I'd never felt anything like what Rufus was doing to me right now. So much pain, and yet so much pleasure as he somehow managed to hit my prostate on every thrust. I was actually writhing around on his desk, groaning, whimpering and panting all at the same timeas he sped up, obviously encouraged by the sounds I was making. As I began to get used to it, I could feel my erection again, seeping down the side of Rufus' desk as he pulled at my hips, grinding now at an almost unbearable pace. I could hear him, grunting and panting behind me as he searched for some sort of release. At the same time, I found myself starting to massage myself. I was still in pain, but desperate to relieve this damn pang in my groin. Rufus was getting ready to come, as he swelled inside me, but he pounded into me even harder, and hit me yet again right in the prostate.
I moaned a second later, with a few hard strokes from myself I came, screaming silently, head arched up as my entire body shook in orgasm and strain. Then I just collapsed. Every songle muscle in my body seemed to die. The bastard behind me came just after, releasing his load inside my already over-exherted ass. I tried to scream but nothing came out, and my muscles had packed up and gone to Costa del Sol for the day so I just lay there, my head to one side drooling with my eyes open wide but hazy. Rufus collapsed on top of me with an illiterate grunt, and just lay there for a moment, panting and drenching me in his sweat. I shuddered at the feeling, but hopefully he'd finished with me now.
"Now..."
I froze at his voice - or I would've done if I'd been able to move in the first place. Fucking hell, what else did he want me to do? I felt him move away from me and I hissed at the pain. My walls felt on fire. What else could he possibly do to me? 'Actually Reno, forget that question, I dont think I wanna know.' I thought.
I heard as he zipped his flies up and walked around to pick up his shirt. My face was looking in the opposite direction and I didn't have the strength to turn over and see what he was doing. When he came back into view he was fully clothed in that goddamn awful white suit: 'Rufus, spoiled brat Shinra' - younger than me, but vice president of the company: Respectable, presentable and business like.
'I wonder what would happen if your daddy knew the real you, you bastard?' I thought, but to Rufus I must've just looked fucking stoned. The arousal had gone from his eyes, replaced with a look of disgust as he glared into my eyes, leaning down to see me.
"Now get out."
The words were like ice in the air. And then he walked out to his meeting, leaving lil' bitch Reno here, half-naked, sore and confused, sprawled across his desk.
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