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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6
It was 7:30 pm by the time I left Shinra Tower that night, still with that godawful, stupid dazed look on my face. Heh...two and a half hours later, and I still couldn't believe what had happened.
A few minutes after Rufus had left for his meeting, I'd convinced my body that it was actually important for me to move, and I'd peeled myself painfully from the twisted position I'd ended up in. I'd spent a few minutes making sure all my limbs were still properly attached, and then in a daze I'd cleaned myself up and started to tidy. I'd cleaned my seed from the side of his desk, mopped up my drool and sweat from the top and straightened up the paperwork I'd been clutching at on his desk. My personnel file I left to one side, not knowing where to put it but I put it face down so that the cheesy photoagraph on the front cover was hidden from view.
I know I could've left it but I'd just been - to make the saying literal - fucked senseless. My brain wasn't working properly and I guess I felt like I needed to keep my mind off what just happened. I thought about reclaiming my jacket from the floor, but it was covered in Rufus' juices, so I knew I'd never be comfortable wearing it again. In the end I threw it out the window. It probably landed on some stupid fuck walking past who would keep it, wondering what the stains were, but just glad to have a free jacket.
After that I left Rufus' room as quick as I could - which wasn't very quick thanks to my muscles trying to collapse on me every other step - and headed back to my office on floor 69. Thankfully the Turk offices had been abandoned by the time I staggered down the stairs. No Rude, no Tseng, just me, and thank fuck for that. If they'd seen me in this state it would've been pretty obvious even to a senile chimp what had been going on. Then I'd headed for my office and just stood there. At that point my brain was still pretty screwed and I'd stood (not being able to sit down) cigarette in mouth, face completely blank as I tried to recover. I'd still been shaking for an hour afterwards. Maybe it was just muscle spasm, maybe not. In any case, I stayed like that for a whole 2 hours, before realising that at some point tonight I'd have to go home. So.. I'd sorted out my hair as much as possible and tried to walk presentably to the lifts and through reception. I didn't quite manage it: my ass was so goddamn painful and I was white as a sheet. I'd tried to cover as best I could, but the receptionist still gave me a look as I'd walked out the lobby and into the Midgar night.
My car was right outside, but I felt too goddamn dazed to drive, so I hailed a taxi cab. Thank god my apartment wasn't that far from the Tower. If the ride had lasted any longer I would've started to hiss with the pain of having to sit while the cab jolted along Midgar's bumpy uneven roads. Still with that blank look on my face, I'd payed the cab driver, opened the door to my apartment and automatically headed towards the kitchenette, pulling out a bottle of scotch from the cupboard and standing in the dark, pouring the alcohol down my throat as my brain finally began to catch up with the rest of me.
"Rufus... just... fucked... me." I whispered to myself, and it started to sink into my stupid damn head just what had happened.
"Rufus fucked me."
Wait a sec. Had I...? Had he...? Had he just fucked me, or was it... rape? Was it even possible for a guy to be raped? I had no idea. Ask me about games on 'the other side of the fence' and I was just about the expert, but this world was totally new to me.
"Okay Reno: define 'just a fuck'" Yes I know it was patronising myself, but I've never been to smart, you know? Sometimes it's best to keep things simple.
'Sex between two willing adults.' I thought to myself. Wow...text book answer. Maybe my mind wasn't so screwed after all. Well, both me and Rufus were adults, that wasn't a problem, but...but had I been willing? I had agreed hadn't I? And some of it I'd enjoyed, so that must make it just sex. Wait, I'd agreed, yes, but did I really have much of a choice?
That line of thought was way too confusing for my tiny little brain to handle in the circumstances.
'Okay, let's look at it out of context, shall we? If he'd asked you at an office party or something, If you'd had the choice, would you have still said yes?'
Now that was the question, wasn't it? If I'd had a choice, would I still have let him do what he did? I closed my eyes just thinking about it, gulping from the bottle in my hand hard to relieve the pain and kill off any of my higher brain functions for the night that might still be working. It took me a minute to think about my answer, and when I got it my eyes widened and I looked up at the black ceiling in shock.
Holy fuck.
I'd just been raped by my boss.
Now that wasn't something that had occured to me before. That word wasn't used in my everyday vocabulary. I remembered Rufus, hammering into my body while I writhed across his desk in agony and pleasure. I suddenly felt sick. I wnted to shower, brush my teeth, get rid of this smell all over me, get rid of the taste of him in my mouth. Ive never been a coward - you don't live long in the slums if you're a coward, and you sure as hell don't get chosen for the Turks, but right then I was afraid, because I knew there was nobody I could tell.
Tseng, well...Tseng was my boss, and as much as I'd fantasised about him, I was pretty sure he wouldn't be interested in my private life and to tell the truth I wouldn't want to tell him. I'd be too afraid he'd somehow be disappointed in me, or he'd say 'Turks shouldn't show their emotions' and walk away. And as for Rude... Rude wouldn't understand at all. Besides, it would change things. It would get awkward. Rude was the only thing I had close to a friend in this godforsaken city and I wasn't about to jeapordise that. I swigged from the bottle again as I realised: there just wasn't anybody.
Eventually I convinced myself to move and achingly headed for the shower, desperate to get rid of this smell - the smell of his sweat and cum all over me. I stripped off, deciding to get rid of the suit I'd been wearing, and turned the shower on, frowning to myself as I pulled the goggles out of my messed up hair and dumped them on the side. It was at this point that the phone rang.
I ran a hand through my hair stressfuly. Oh fuck it, go away! I was scared shitless that it was Rufus, telling me to get back there so he could do something even more degrading to me. But on the other hand, it could be the landlord after the rent I'd been avoiding to pay for the lass 3 months, it could be one of those goddamn courtesy calls from random magazines I've never heard of, but most importantly it could be Tseng or Rude calling me up because they needed help - it could be serious. Hesitantly I turned the shower off and walked, still naked, back to the hallway and picked up the reciever slowly. I didn't say a word. I figured if it was pretty-boy bastard Shinra, I could just put the phone down without much trouble.
Silence on the other end.
"...Reno?"
The silky mastered tone of Tseng flowed through me and I felt calmer immediately. His voice offered me some kind of sedative and I sighed audibly.
"Tseng." Personally, I thought I managed to cover my relief pretty goddamn well, but being the annoyingly perceptive bastard he was, Tseng picked up on it.
"Were you expecting someone else?"
"No." I snapped. Oh yeah sure, that was convincing, Reno you prick. I never was any good at hiding things from Tseng...it was near impossible and I had no doubt he'd seen straight through that crappy lie. He was silent a moment, probably trying to decide wether or not to ask me again.
"Reno...?" It sounded like he was about to ask me something, "No, never mind it doesn't matter." I could swear I actually heard some emotion in Tseng's voice for a second, then it just disappeared again. "I'm calling to find out what happened to you this afternoon. Rude told me you didn't leave your office all day, but when he rang earlier there was no response. He was concerned."
"So you're Rude's servant now are you?"
"I was also concerned about you." Came the plain reply, but now it was my turn to pick up on something. Now that sounded like a certain someone was betraying his emotions. Normally all I got out of Tseng was repremands and that goddamn awful stare, but he'd just admitted something. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was he'd just admitted, but there was...something, and if I'd been in a normal frame of mind, I'd have jumped in there and started trying to make him talk but...I just needed to get this smell off me so badly, and flashes of what I'd done to Rufus and what Rufus had done to me kept coming back into my head. I really didn't want to talk to Tseng just now, I needed some space, I needed people to leave me the hell alone.
"Yeah well now you know I'm fine. I'm just fine. Can I go now? Can I have some fucking time to myself without people bothering me? Can I?"
Tseng sighed.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." He said, going back into his monotone business voice, and put the phone down.
I didn't. Instead I threw the phone across the floor and pulled it out of its socket, still gripping the now empty bottle of scotch to my chest, so I staggered back to the cupboard to find something else.
I had my shower. In fact, I had three, but they didn't make me feel much better. But at least the smell was gone now. At least I thought it was gone, or maybe I just couldn't smell it through the haze of alcohol pumping through my system. I spent the rest of the night standing in my crappy little kitchenette, watching late night TV and slowly getting more and more drunk, smoking cigarette after cigarette until my apartment looked like it had its very own sea fog. By midnight I was totally out of my fucking head, and I turned off the TV and crawled achingly into bed with a half empty bottle at my side, trying to block the entire day from my memory. Not that I had the slightest thought that it would work but hey, we all live in hope, right?
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