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Ever get the feeling you're being watched?	By : MackyoStar Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 633 -:- 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. Final Fantasy VII © SquareEnix.

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The constant silence was starting to get at me, so I decided to break it with good old, completely forced, mindless-mundane-chat. “So, what’s this emergency then?”

Tseng glanced up into his rear view mirror and met my reflected gaze. “You mean involving your chauffer? His wife, she went into labour last night.”

“Oh fabulous, means he’s going to want more time off to spend with his new brat. I just can’t get the staff these days.”

Tseng chuckled quietly to himself and my eyes narrowed in response. I wasn’t being sarcastic. I was being totally serious.

“I’m available to escort you to the destinations you require, until we find you a suitable replacement.” Tseng smiled, returning his sight to the road.

“NO! That won’t be necessary, Tseng. I’ll find someone more appropriate to take his place.” Damn right I will. I’m not sitting in a car with you every day. I’m uncomfortable enough as it is. Even sitting in the back seat isn’t far enough away from you. I couldn’t help but groan. I was so insanely irritated. Come on already…I just want to get out of here.

“Why is this traffic moving so slowly? We’ve been shuffling along now for ages!”

Tseng glanced at his watch before returning his sight to the window “Seems like there might be some road works up ahead. We might be best calling in to say that we’re running a little late.”

“Then avoid them. I can’t afford to be late. I’m never late!” I snarled, leaning forwards from the seat to inspect the road for myself.

“There’s nothing I can do, sir. From the looks of things there’s something blocking the way. We’ll just have to wait here until the traffic files through.”

I sat back down and sighed. Oh fucking marvelous - stuck here with Mr. Fucking Happy for goodness knows how long. Actually, thinking about it, he did seem rather disturbingly cheerful today. I wonder what happened. Maybe he ploughed over some poor pedestrian on the way to pick me up this morning. I started to fidget on the back seat, vastly losing patience. I can’t sit still for long, I get irritated really easily. I found myself grinding my teeth together nosily.

“TSENG, DO SOMETHING!”

He turned in his chair and laughed, carelessly shrugging his shoulders. Don’t mock me you bastard. When I tell you to do something, then you do everything in your power to DO IT. He turned his attention back to the road. “Ah see, they’re motioning us to take the detour to the left. It should only set us back about five minutes.”

“THEN TAKE IT! COME ON-COME ON!” I must have sounded like an annoying backseat child that repeats the same annoying catchphrase over and over again. But did I care? Did I HELL! I just wanted to get out of this awkward situation as soon as possible.

***

Finally, we reached the H.Q. We weren’t even late after all, probably because I made Tseng drive like a maniac all the way here. The less time I had to spend with him the better. I jumped out of the car as soon as we came to a stop in the underground car park. I didn’t bother waiting; I just made my way towards the elevator without him. I leaned against the wall with my arms folded, blowing my hair out of my eyes. I must have looked exceptionally bored while I waited for the elevator to arrive, but it was exactly the way I felt. I sighed heavily when Tseng finally joined me by the doors. Looks like there was no escaping him this time, I’d have to share the elevator with him today.

***

All through the day, Tseng was actually being really nice to me. He smiled at me when we passed in the corridors and even tried to make conversation with me after the meeting. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM? HE’S SUPPOSED TO HATE ME! And all this nicey-nice crap was starting to get really…creepy. It just wasn’t him. He’s supposed to be cold and arrogant, yet he was being really friendly. Admittedly, he wasn’t the only one being ‘overly nice’ to me today. Scarlet was being the same. Well, I knew why she was being nice. Give that depraved woman a bit of attention and you get pounced on when your back is turned. Well, I can’t fault her preference; she knows a good thing when she sees it. I suppose she’s always been that way towards me, except today was a little bit different. She was more clingy than usual, AND I HATE CLINGY. No wonder I can’t stop myself from shuddering, she is a very scary lady. Maybe Tseng and Scarlet should hook up. They’d make a nice couple.

***

But at least today was over and I could concentrate on getting myself a new chauffer. NO WAY was I being driven to work by Tseng again. I think I preferred it when he was being cold towards me. At least then I knew where I stood. How someone can just totally change overnight is a complete mystery. Ah, screw Tseng. I had better things to think about; like how long it would take me to finish this half bottle of brandy until I had to open the next one. Ah alcohol; makes the prospect of sleep seem oh so much more appealing.

***

I felt the mattress suddenly go down, something was applying pressure to it. I opened my eyes and my cheek was welcomed by a warm familiar hand. It trailed down the side of my face and stopped when it reached my chin, which it cupped and tilted my head upwards. He was sat by my side in the complete darkness, sent here to satisfy. I knew it was him. That strong seductive scent had just graced my nostrils.

“I’ve really made an impression on you, haven’t I? You’re back again.” I whispered as he leaned forwards, his lips slowly covering mine, using his usual silent method to greet me. By the way his slow and persuasive tongue was moving inside of my mouth, I’d say he was definitely pleased to see me. And by the way I readily responded, well, the feeling was mutual.

Once our lips had parted, I sat up on the bed, reaching out for his clothes. But I found to my amusement, that they had already been discarded. Well, you’ve certainly saved us some time, haven’t you?

I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, settling keenly above. “You seem very eager to get started already, but we need to establish a few simple rules first. One: you are very privileged to still be here right now. I usually bore quite easily, but you seem to have held my interests open this far, which is a very unusual occurrence. Two: whatever I say goes. I tell you what to do and I tell you when to stop. I am always in control. Three: I don’t usually allow touching of any kind. Only I may touch you. Your hands will remain stationary at all times. Though in saying that, you’ve proved that your hands are worthy so I will adjust this rule and you may touch me tonight if the opportunity occurs. Four: I do not permit speaking of any sort during times of intimacy. I don’t like distractions; I want to be able to hear the sounds of pleasure that are made, so no holding them back this last time. You seem to have adapted to the no speech rule quite nicely already so there is no reason for us to review it any further. These rules may seem a little harsh, but if this is going to become a regular occurrence, you will need to follow them accordingly. And if you do, I promise, that I will make this a very pleasurable experience for you, too. Do you understand?”

He nodded to show me that he did and I smiled down at him in reply. He was so obedient, whatever I asked for he complied. That is the way it should be. I ran my fingers through his long silky hair and lowered my head down to greet his lips. I wanted to reward him for being so compliant. And I did, pulling his hair back roughly while invading his appreciative mouth. He enjoyed the way I treated him, gentle one minute then aggressive the next. His hands never reached up to touch me; he held them devotedly by his sides like I’d requested. Although the thought of him touching me was rather alluring, so a reached out for his arms and placed them around me. He began to run his hands up and down my back, gently brushing his fingertips over the surface of my skin, until he finally settled them in comfort. He gently rolled me over and gained dominance above; the positions had now been changed and it was I who was now beneath him on my back. I tightened my grip in his hair and pulled him closer. I wasn’t ready for this kiss to end just yet. He didn’t seem to mind my actions, though. In fact, I’d say he shared my sentiments. I loved the way he kissed me, so powerful, so forceful. And how ever much he pressed himself against me, I still didn’t feel close enough to him.

He did finally pull away, resting his forehead against my own and breathing in deeply. I think he was trying to catch his breath in case I decided I wasn’t quite finished with his mouth just yet. I was looking up expectantly, sinking myself back into the pillow and eagerly awaiting his next move.

“Alright, I’m ready.”

He lifted his head up and tilted it to the side in slight confusion. I grinned at him, he was acting so innocently. But I knew he wasn’t. I grabbed his hair and yanked him back down again, assaulting his mouth and forcing my tongue to battle against his. I pushed his face away unexpectedly and turned his head to the side. My mouth was now next to his ear and I whispered softly into it.

“Remember, we came to the agreement that you were going to pleasure me on our next meeting” I mischievously smirked, flicking out my tongue to softly run over the contours of his ear. Then I forcefully pushed him back up again. “Don’t disappoint me.”

And he didn’t, after all, it was his turn to play with me. It started out with him licking every inch of my chest, leaving no patch of flesh untouched. Hmm, that felt so nice, the way his soft tongue devotedly coated my skin. His hair was falling down past his shoulders and on to my stomach. I couldn’t help but reach out for it, to wrap it around my fingers. But before I could, he took hold of my wrists, pinning them roughly to the bed.

I struggled slightly, fighting against his hold “What are you doing?”

He sniggered and shook his head, no intention of releasing me. What do you mean no. Was he using my own rules against me?

“No. Those don’t apply to me…only to you. Now, let me go.”

He shook his head again, deliberately refusing, tightening his fingers around my wrists. The evil little bastard, how dare he- fine, I’ll play along. It’ll give him a false sense of authority and if he proves himself, it could even turn out to be quite entertaining. I relaxed my muscles and he let me go. He soon regained his previous activity, pleasuring my skin with his mouth. I grudgingly placed my hands behind the pillow and rested my head over top.

“You know, this isn’t how this works. I shouldn’t have to abide by these rules because they’re mine in the first place. And further mor-”

I was suddenly cut off by his mouth thrusting over mine. He put his full body weight on top of me and deepened our kiss. I tried to, but I couldn’t resist it any longer, I had to react and greeted his influential tongue. He pulled away just as I did and I blatantly protested.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished-” I was interrupted again by his finger, forcefully being pressed against my lips. Oh, I get it. No talking, eh? You evil…

I scowled at him and he removed his finger, replacing it with his sniggering lips. I sighed and reluctantly collected myself, settling into the kiss. Fine I’ll stay silent, for now.

***

I needed something to grab, needed something to hold, but there was nothing, just the quilt I was lay upon. So I grabbed that, took fists full within my clenched fingers and gripped it until my knuckles turned white. My eyes were clamped tightly closed, my front teeth dug into my lower lip. This was fucking painful and he was being gentle with me, imagine how it would feel if he was being rough.

The pain continued; it wasn’t getting any easier. Anytime now it’ll ease off, anytime. Just hold out a little longer. My breathing was brisk, my sight fixated on the ceiling above me, while he continued his assault on my insides. I felt my legs widened instinctively, hoping that it would somehow ease the situation. But it didn’t.

“Wait!”

He stopped suddenly, confused, noticing my obvious distress. He began to withdraw from me slowly while I was left breathless on the bed. I managed to open my eyes and look at him. Again I couldn’t see his face, but I could sense his concern. I forced myself to turn over onto my stomach, and rested my face against the soft pillow as I lay flat on the bed. This, this might make it easier. I took a deep breath and glanced over my shoulder, trying to keep myself composed.

“Ok, go.”

He hesitated, not moving even after I’d appealed for him to. He seemed quite apprehensive after my sudden interruption. But he wasn’t as nervous as me, I was shaking. I was on the receiving end here.

“What are you waiting for? Just do it!” I snarled.

He slowly advanced forward and lowered his body over mine. I could feel his weight on top of me. His chest was resting on my back and his hands gently stroked my arms. I readied myself for him, breathing deeply and trying my best to relax. But, however much I tried I couldn’t calm myself down. He could sense my anxiousness, sense my now rigid form beneath his. He tried his best to ease me, to make my body settle. But I couldn’t, I knew what was coming and it was painful.

Slowly he pushed his way inside me, trying to make this as painless for me as possible. Once he was fully established within, he started to move. Easing himself out while gently sliding himself back in. His chest was rubbing against my back, his defined muscles gently passing over my spine. I clenched my eyes closed and concentrated. I could hear him breathing behind me, could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. The noise was sort of soothing. It gave me something to focus on other than the pain, and god was there pain!

It was taking forever, he was trying to get me used to the feeling again but I just wanted this to be over with. I wanted the discomfort to end.

“Faster” I panted.

He hesitated again. “What are you doing? I told you I wanted you to go faster...SO DO IT!” I rose up slightly from the bed, urging him to reply to my request. He did, he reluctantly complied. His hands gripped my wrists to keep them in place and he gradually increased his speed. The friction against my walls intensified and I was being shifted up and down the bed as he drove himself deeper. I was whimpering now, it was so unlike me, but I couldn’t help it. This was so new to me I didn’t know how to react. There was no feeling of control. No authority. I wasn’t used to not being in charge. I was powerless and I hated it.

I got that strong fluttery sensation in my groin. Finally, some pleasure to combat the un-comfort I was feeling. I wanted more, so I urged him to go faster, pushing myself against him in hopes of that spot being hit again. My body began to tingle, I was practically ramming myself back against him as he thrust into me. I was biting down on the pillow. Inhaling a mouthful of material into my mouth, trying to drown out the screams I wanted to express. He was trying to make it pleasurable for me, trying to calm me and loosen me up by slowing back down. But I was ready for it to end. “Faster!” I yelled.

The noises coming from my mouth were nothing I’d ever produced before. I was moaning and shrieking all at once; pressing my face down into the fabric of the pillow to lower the increasing volume. Holy crap this was brutal, I’d have never known how much if it wasn’t happening to me right now. My dick was throbbing so much now, even that started to become painful.

Then it happened, everything went numb, a complete wash of exhilaration flushed over my trembling body. Then I became rigid, every muscle tensed up instantly. I could feel him, feel my walls practically crushing him inside. He dug his fingers into my skin and as he did something warm shot up through me. My eyes flew open, it felt so strange. He’d just released himself into me, and then the realization of it all became clear…I’d just allowed a man to enter me, and he’d just left his mark within me as proof. The weight above, it was suddenly lifted, the intrusion withdrawn. I felt cold. He was no longer there; no longer lay against me. I felt open and exposed. I couldn’t move. I think I was still in shock. My eyes were wide and my breathing was rapid, I couldn’t slow it down. My fingers were buried so far into the mattress I’m sure they’d leave a permanent imprint.

Then something seized me, reached over and took hold of me. It was him. Wrapping his arms around me he brought me to his chest and cradled me gently against it. I was paralyzed. I didn’t know what to do. If I’d had the energy I’d have shoved him away, told him to get off of me. But I didn’t, I just lay there in his arms while he soothingly stroked my hair and held me close.

Was he apologizing for putting me through that? Saying that he was sorry?

I wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to this sort of affection. I wanted so badly to push him away and escape his comforting embrace. I didn’t need comforting. It’s what I’d wanted. I’d told him to do it. I could have stopped it at any time, but I didn’t. It had started out alright; a little uncomfortable - Ok, very uncomfortable. But I could handle it. I’d gone through far worse pain before, just not experienced it in the same way as this. A part of me wanted to kick and scream, to get the hell away, but I couldn’t. I’d never felt so weak and pathetic in my life. I suppose a small part of me did want to be held by him. He felt safe, that’s probably why I stayed there, wrapped in his arms. That and the fact I couldn’t move a single one of my now ineffective muscles. I don’t know. It sounds weird, but it made sense to me. I felt I could trust him and trust for me is very hard to achieve. So I rested my heavy head against his shoulder and took in that comforting scent once more…before I…

Scrunched my eyes tightly closed and wrinkled up my nose. Something was tickling my face. Hair? Well, I assumed it was hair - the ends of it. Someone was looking over me. A warm hand was placed on to my upper arm and gently began to squeeze. I started being rocked back and forth, slowly at first, then the motions started to become more forceful. I couldn’t help but smile. Does someone feel a bit neglected? Ok, I won’t ignore you anymore. I reached up and put my arms around a neck and pulled it closer towards me. Once I met with lips, I forced them open.

Funny, he was trying to pull away. Well, I wasn’t going to let that happen, so I tightened my grip around him and pushed my tongue in deeper. He was really struggling against me, was he teasing me again? My wrists were suddenly grabbed and removed from his neck then pinned to the mattress just above my head. I opened my eyes and allowed myself to focus. The haze started to filter out as my vision sharpened. I was able to see clearly again. The grip on my wrists was released and I found myself staring up into an unknown pair of widening, horror-stricken eyes.

WHAT-THE-HELL?

I couldn’t help it. I suppose it was on impulse. I drew my arm back and clenched my hand into a fist. Before I knew it, my knuckles had made impacted with something and whoever was sat on my bed was now on the floor. I sat up instantly and leaned over the edge of the bed to see what the hell I’d just hit.

“TSENG, WHAT THE FUCK?”

He pushed himself up from the floor and turned his head to face me. His hand was cupped under his nose and blood was seeping through the gaps between his fingers.

He removed his hand from his nose to check the damage, then quickly replaced it again. Blood was pouring excessively from his nostrils. “HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT TIME IT IS?”

I scratched my head and leaned over to view the digital clock on my bedside table. HOLY SHIT, IT WAS 11:30am. I never sleep in. My body clock is always accurate. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?”

“I’ve been trying to wake you for the past half hour. You just wouldn’t wake up. I was really starting to worry.”

“But…my alarm? Why didn’t it go off? AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

“When you didn’t come in today, I volunteered to come and investigate. I was… concerned.”

I kicked the covers off of the bed then suddenly grabbed them back, pulling them all the way up until my feet were showing at the bottom of the sheet. I’d forgotten…I wasn’t exactly decent under here.

Keeping his gaze low Tseng made his way towards the door. “I’ll wait for you out side.” He clasped his fingers over his now severely bleeding nose and departed the room.

I came out of the bedroom dressed only in my robe and found Tseng sat on a sofa in the adjacent room. He was leaning forward whilst resting his head on his knees. Had I really hit him that hard?

“Are you ok? It isn’t serious, is it?”

He looked up at me through narrowed eyes, he didn’t look best pleased. “I’ll live.”

“What did you expect? I was half asleep…and you scared the shit out of me. What was I supposed to do?”

He removed his fingers from his nose to check that the blood had stopped flowing. Content that it had, he tried to breathe through it normally again.

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, suppose I better apologize…even though he was the one in the wrong here, not me. I mean, creeping up on me like that. How else was I supposed to react?

“Look, I’m sorry about… well, that. It wasn’t intentional. I reacted on instinct.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it” The way in which he said that didn’t exactly sound truthful. Well it served you DAMN right. Jeez, not only had I just floored him but I’d also tried…to - oh crap! What the hell had I just done? Shit! How could this have happened?

“And for the other thing - I thought you were… someone else.” I could feel myself blushing intensely after I’d said that. I was so mortified. Anyone else, anyone! It wouldn’t have been so bad even kissing… Heidegger? No wait, maybe not Heidegger. All that facial hair and ugh, NO! I do not need to think about that right now. But Tseng? Why the hell did it have to be Tseng?

He just furrowed his brow in response to my comment. What? I’m entitled to a social life…even if it is just an imaginary one.

My cheeks were burning severely now. I was probably radiating the whole room. This was so humiliating. Not only is Tseng a man, he’s an employee - and not only an employee, but an employee that I can’t stand. And I’d just gone and shoved my tongue down his throat…oh fucking hell. I’ve just given him another reason to hate me. Crap-Crap-CRAP!

He rose to his feet and placed his blood soaked handkerchief back into his jacket pocket “Are you going to be attending the office today, sir?”

“Yeah, I suppose…” I lazily yawned, stretching my arms out over my head.

“Then I shall wait downstairs until you are ready.”
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