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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.

Chapter List
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Note: Yes, I'm back. The prodigal daughter has returned. All I can do is say sorry for leaving this update so long, but this summer should see a lot more chapters arrive. After such a long absence, I'm trying hard to get back into Reno's state of mind, so if this chapter has its flaws, bear with me.

As always, reviews are always welcome.

Chapter 7

Was I dreaming? Was this whole damn thing just a figment of my imagination? I stared like a dumbass, my mouth slightly open as Tseng took my fingers into his mouth, that hot, sticky warmth wrapping around my skin; that fucking beautiful gaze on his dark face, telling me that he was deadly serious.

In case you haven't guessed by now, my subconscious is a bastard, and it loves fucking me around. I was beginning to wonder if I wasn't gonna suddenly wake up slumped across my desk, paperwork waiting for me, and a fully-dressed and pissed of Tseng standing in the doorway threatening to eat my liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

"Fuck!" Tseng nipped hard at my fingers, smirking psychoticly at my discomfort. Ok, not a dream then. I glared in a half-assed way and muttered some kind of drawled insult under my breath. By this point though, all I cared about was where those fingers were headed. I tried to pull them away and downwards, expecting any second to be growled at and my hand guided back towards his mouth. Apparently I wasn't the only one who was desperate now, though. The only thing he did was kneel up, his dark eyes glazed with lust and his hands tugging at my hair. Let me tell ya, seeing the Head of the Turks staring at you like that is one fuck of a powerful motivator.

I didn't bother with teasing him, I'm nowhere near as patient as the guy sitting in my lap, and as much of an ass as I wanted to be, I was pretty sure I would have exploded if I waited much longer. I lunged forward and kissed him hard, desperately, like a fat chick at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I could still taste me in his mouth and without a warning, I slid my fingers past the ring of muscles and inside him.

Tseng tensed. He tugged my hair so hard I was almost sure he was gonna rip the fucker out, but I really didn't give a shit. This was my fantasy. This was like going to pornographic heaven. I didn't care if I ended up like Rude - bald as a baby's ass. Tseng was sitting over me, groaning into my mouth, shuddering, as I slid my fingers inside him. His member twitched hard against my stomach as I stretched him, and he rocked backwards, giving in at fucking last to the lust. He'd finally cracked. He groaned what sounded like my name as I slid a finger over his prostate, but to be honest it could have been anything, since his tongue was in my mouth at the time.

Fuck this, it was taking too long. I pulled my fingers out suddenly and he gasped, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. All I could do was smirk stupidly. I've never used this word to describe anyone else (well okay - maybe to get a chick into bed, but not when I really meant it), but seeing Tseng sitting over me, breathing hard, rocking on his knees at the sudden loss of sensation, holy hell - he was fucking beautiful.

He removed his hands from my hair and slid them down my neck towards my chest, his nails digging in to the skin and making my muscles twitch. I grabbed his hips greedily, dragging him down towards my aching cock. Neither of us could speak, even if we wanted to. The lust had sent us straight into instinct mode. He nodded - the only communication he could manage, and the next moment he was sliding down onto me, his normally emotionless face contorted into the kind of expression I'd only ever imagined in my craziest, alcohol-fuelled fantasies.

I could hardly even breathe. Tseng's insides were hot, and so fucking tight it was almost painful. My dick was twitching, itching for me to start thrusting up into him like a rabid dog in heat. I gritted my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut in concentration. Tseng had never agreed to go bottom before, and at the back of my head I knew that unless I wanted never to get to do this again, I had to wait for him to get used to me. It was also lurking there somewhere at the back of my head that this must be his first time completely. Right now, my brain was too busy trying to control my dick to process this stuff. Screw it, I'd process that bombshell later.
Tseng began to relax a little, his fingertips clutching my chest instead of scratching me to pieces. He slowly lowered himself further down, pushing against me. It was as though he wanted me as deep inside him as possible. Well, the feeling was mutual. I raised my hips full off the bed, pushing his hips down so hard I was pretty sure I was gonna bruise the bastard. He never objected, and just as I was sure I couldn't hold off much longer, he slammed his hips downwards with a deep cry.
My eyes clenched shut so hard I felt as though they were gonna implode. I nearly broke my goddamned teeth as I gritted them at the sudden surge of pleasure in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't hold off any longer: I grabbed Tseng's hips roughly and started thrusting upwards, growling like a fucking Behemoth as Tseng moaned, reacting to my thrusts and trying to take control of the rhythm. There was no way I was gonna let him, though. For once, I was in control, and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's being a God in the sack. Well, I've never had any complaints anyway...
Tseng tensed again for a second, I guess unsure whether to let me have my wicked way or smack me upside the head. Being the devious son of a bitch I am, I decided to distract him: taking a shaking hand from his hip, I pulled him forwards and lowered my face to his neck, breathing in that addictive smell before latching my lips onto his pulse point.
My stomach jumped when, after a second, he simply tilted his neck with a gasp, that long black hair laying on my shoulder. He let go of my chest completely, wrapping his arms around my back instead as I thrust hard into the tight, warm, twitching muscles. Before I knew what had happened, he was responding to my thrusts, no longer trying to set the pace; to take control. Holy crap, but he gave in completely, allowing me to angle his hips any way I wanted, to bite down on his neck. I was now thrusting as hard as I could, trying to force myself deeper every time; trying to hit that one spot that he always found on me - that would make him react.
A second later I found it. And fuck, was it worth it.
Tseng arched. And not just a little. His entire body snapped backwards, like a Zolom rearing up to attack. Crap, but for a second my stupid little brain thought he had snapped in two. His hair flew back and he cried out, without even the smallest amount of that Tseng-like control he normally had. His chest shuddered, and his muscles spazmed around me. That was it, I was completely lost. This guy drove me to the fucking edge of insanity at the best of times, but right now...
I sat up, kissing the son of a bitch so hard it was bruising, and the next moment we'd flipped completely over: Tseng underneath me, arching back into the bed with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, his legs wrapped up around my back, pulling me into him. That old familiar warm feeling was spreading through my stomach now, and I grabbed his member, pumping him as best I could in time to the rhythm. Hey, nobody can say I ain't a considerate lover. Well, maybe a few drunken one night stands, but that's another story...
It was a few more seconds before I felt Tseng's body start to shudder. He shouted, his hips jolting upwards into me, and the next moment he was gasping for breath, sticky warm liquid spreading between us and dripping down over the sheets.
The expression on his face was the thing that pushed me over the edge. I buried my face in his shoulder, clutching at him as I came. Hard. Hell, any harder and I think my dick would have dropped off. I tried to muffle my stupid noises in his shoulder, but I'm noisy at the best of times, and you can bet your ass half of Midgar heard me.
Most people remember their first time better than anything. Me? I've laid so many girls that it kinda all bleeds together after a while. Nah, the sensation that will stick with me until I get a bullet in the chest is this: the best fucking orgasm of my life.
I have no idea how long it lasted, my brain was total mush. But by the time I finished the bed was more like a waterbed, and Tseng had recovered just enough energy to be staring up at me with equal parts tired amusement and affection. If I'd had enough energy left to blush, my face would have probably matched my hair.
I collapsed. And I mean completely. My entire body gave up any attempts to work and my entire body weight landed on the guy beneath me. This is one of the times when it's probably a good thing I wasn't built like Rude. Still completely devoid of the ability to speak, I settled on the bastard's chest, listening to my heart thundering in my ears through the exertion.
From the tiny, insignificant part of my brain that was still trying to function, there was a warning coming. Three months ago, this confusing asshole had been hot and cold like my crappy shower. One minute he'd been all over me (okay, so maybe a near-death experience had nudged him along, but still), and the next minute he'd been looking at me like something stuck to his Shinra-issue boot. It had taken a full bottle of whiskey, a butt-naked Reno, and a life threatening wound to get the reason why. Stubborn bastard.
The point was, that Tseng wasn't used to letting people get that close. Right now, after doing something that needed so much trust from the guy, I was getting ready for him to throw me off and ask me to leave. It came as a hell of a shock, then, when he lowered his legs and wrapped his arms around my back, apparently not giving a shit that I'd just destroyed his bed.
My eyes lidded, like a cat, and I was pretty happy to just lie there being petted. I can't help it if I like attention, can I? He trailed his fingers down my back absently, letting me lie there for a moment while the feeling returned to my limbs. My chest was covered in scratches, my legs started to ache, even my fingers and lips felt bruised, but fuck was it worth it.
After a moment I managed to move my head to look up at him, meeting his look of amusement with a smutty, lazy grin. He rolled his eyes and shoved me off without a word, pushing me to the other side of the bed. Gee, thanks, Tseng. Glad to know you've got some fucking manners.
A second later, he was replacing the handcuffs in the drawer they came from and pulling something else out. Something in a glass bottle, that was almost as good as what we'd just done.
"You look like you could use a pick-me-up." He said mockingly, twitching his eyebrow upwards as he passed me the bottle. Like I gave a crap about how I looked right now. I was still high off my face on afterglow. Grinning like a moron, covered in sweat (and other body fluids), hair matted and a face probably still covered in soot from the explosion, I took as many long swigs from Tseng's expensive whiskey before he snatched it back off me with a playful glare, and pouring some into a nearby glass for himself.
"Reno." He said after a moment, placing the bottle back in the drawer. I tensed. That was his serious voice again. What, was he gonna kick me out now? I wouldn't be surprised.
"Reno, I hope you realise that what I said was serious."
"What, that you wanted to ride me?"
Oh shit. I knew before the sentence had finished that it was definitely the wrong thing to say, but my brain and my mouth like conspiring to make me look like a prick. Tseng stood up, walking away towards the window, his back to me.
"You can use the shower." He growled dangerously, those godawful clipped tones. "I'm not having you sleeping here if you stink."
It was the voice he used at work, the one that meant I'd been dismissed, and it made my stomach sink. The thing was that I'd gotten too close. This wasn't fucking work, and we both knew it. I stumbled to my feet and opened my mouth again, pressing my luck.
"You mean the stuff about taking orders?"
There was a brief silence. I was pretty sure he was wondering whether to respond, or to snap my head off my shoulders. Ok, so I was being a douchebag, and this was serious stuff, but I wasn't gonna be dismissed like that. I had enough of that shit in the office every day.
He sighed. "Yes, Reno. The stuff about taking orders."
"Yeah... I knew you were serious."
"Good." He placed the now empty glass on the windowsill and turned towards me, still completely naked. I had trouble keeping my eyes above waist level, let me tell you; but I figured annoying him was probably not the best thing to do right now. He walked over and his eyes softened slightly. "Because I can't afford to lose you."
I felt something in my chest jump at those damn words, and for once I had nothing to say. Tseng's expression changed again almost immediately though, and he walked over to the wardrobe to grab a towel. "You're the best Turk I've got. If you get yourself killed, I'll have to train somebody all over again." He threw the towel to me.
"Uh... thanks, boss."

"Now hurry up and get yourself clean. I'm not having you walk into the Tower tomorrow looking like that." He turned away from me again, and I made my way to the bathroom, still trying to figure out what exactly the hell had happened tonight, and whether Tseng had - in his own fucked up way - just said to me what I thought he'd said.
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