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To Breed an Army	By : Vidori Category: Final Fantasy VII > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: My deepest apologies for taking so long with this chapter. My computer crashed and I had to wait to get a new one, then work sucked and life in general. Anyway, too many excuses.
I have to credit my friend KittyMeowMaxwell for help with this chapter. She played our dear Rufus and she did fabulously. So all my love to her! Muah muah *kisses*
To Sesshie_Lady: Love the name! And I can't tell you how he's going to react around her. I'm still tweaking it a bit, but I wouldn't want to spoil it anyway. Also, here's what you asked for. I hope it meets your expectations.
To Mirrors: I'm so, so honoured to have you review for me. Your stories are awesome! I'm glad you gave the yaoi a chance and I'm glad you're finding humor where you are. There were quite a few bits that cracked me up as well. Thank you, for the praise. I do try to pull people in emotionally and there may be a het pairing in a bit for you. Haven't worked that all out yet.
Anyway, this scene took more pages than I originally thought, so I'm splitting the original chapter up into two. Enjoy! And rate/review if you'd like!
Warnings: Yaoi
Chapter Eight
Have you forgot how to love or how to die? I see the crosses behind your eyes. When will the fire burn out? - Chasing Victory �Unrequited Love�

�You�ve been awfully quiet, General. Nothing to say?�

Sephiroth�s hands clenched where they were fisted at his sides, though his expression remained blank. Oh, yes. He had quite a bit to say. All he had to do was think about the slump of Zack�s shoulders or the confusion in Cloud�s face as he slowly lost control. His every thought pulsed with anger and a disgust so intense that he was surprised the veins in his neck hadn�t burst yet.

�We are both aware that it is not my place, sir, to think one way or the other about the situation,� the General responded, careful to keep his tone flat, disinterested. The President smirked, turning around to lean back against his desk as he crossed his arms.

�Come now. We are alone in here. Surely you must have some opinion on my decision. The decision to use the girl as Hojo intended and the choice to use young Strife,� Rufus lifted a hand, encouraging Sephiroth with an arched brow.

The General returned the look, knowing the game, but unsure as to the President�s end goal. He glanced to the side as Tseng joined them in the office, standing in his customary place at the corner of Rufus� desk. Sephiroth blinked, raising the other brow at the Turk�s split lip and bruising eye.

Did Zack do that? But� Tseng�s his friend. He did not have a choice in Rufus� plans, either� Sephiroth sighed and caught Rufus frowning out of the corner of his eye. Wait� His eyes widened fractionally. That couldn�t have been concern creasing the President�s brow, could it? He faced Rufus again and when the look was no longer there, he scoffed at himself. Surely not. This whole situation was skewing his perception and flinging his expectations off the top floor of Shinra.

�Thank you for joining us, Tseng. I trust the girl is in proper detainment?� Rufus inquired, making no mention of the Turk�s injuries and Sephiroth reaffirmed that he�d just been seeing things.

�Yes, sir,� Tseng inclined his head.

�Excellent,� Rufus clapped his hands and pushed off the desk to move around to his chair. He didn�t bother telling the others to take a seat, knowing both men preferred the strict professionalism of standing. �Now, I would like to discuss having Professor Rui take over Project N�s� progress, if you will.�

�The unusual case would certainly garner her interest, I�m sure,� Tseng offered.

�Exactly what I was thinking,� Rufus nodded, leaning forward to steeple his fingers on a stack of papers. �Though the question then becomes, do we think she will be able to handle it? General?�

�It depends on what you mean by handling, sir,� Sephiroth gazed back impassively, refusing to allow his jaw to clench. �It seems most of the work has already been completed, save for actual consummation.�

�Indeed,� Rufus murmured, eyeing the General for a moment before smiling. �Then her task will be simple. We will have the consummation arranged and Professor Rui will track the progress from there.

�Arrange a consummation?� Sephiroth frowned. �Arrange a rape, you mean. You saw how the girl reacted towards Strife�s attentions. Project or not, the Lieutenant was correct. She is still human. Are we comfortable with subjecting a young girl to such a traumatic experiment? Has she not been through enough?�

Sephiroth ignored the thoughtful gaze that Tseng was sending his way. He could feel the gears running in both men�s minds as they regarded him. It mattered not what they thought of his own motives.

�I wonder, General. Is it truly out of concern for the girl? Or are you concerned I may continue using Strife to aid in the project?� Rufus tapped a finger slowly.

Sephiroth preferred not to answer, because yes, he was far beyond concerned that Rufus would continue to play this ridiculous game of power, not caring who was hurt in the process. He wondered if Rufus even cared if it cost him three of his finest SOLDIERs, though Hojo was no longer around to create equals.

�I thought so,� Rufus hummed. �Then I have decided. I shall speak with Professor Rui in the morning and we will see how this Project progresses. I will keep you informed. You are dismissed, General.�

Sephiroth left slowly, mind tracking over the recent events as he went to see how his lovers were faring. Tseng turned to face Rufus once the door shut behind the General.

�What the hell happened to your face, Tseng?� Rufus� voice was low, demanding, and the Turk shrugged.

�A complication, sir.�

�A complication,� Rufus repeated dryly. �What kind of complication?�

�When we tried to separate Strife from the girl, Lieutenant Fair fell into the same�situation,� Tseng hesitated and then lifted a hand. �I restrained Fair and while doing so, I suffered a hit to the face. It was�accidental.�

Rufus didn�t seem to buy it, though. He was frowning again as he came out of the chair and pulled Tseng closer with a grip on the Turk�s tie. Tseng followed the tug, restraining a sigh as he leaned over the desk. The President lifted his other hand to touch the injured lip.

�You should Cure this, Tseng,� Rufus murmured softly, but Tseng waved the statement away. He stepped back, causing the President to relinquish his hold.

�Pointless to waste it on something as miniscule as this,� the Turk replied as he straightened his tie. Rufus watched him for a moment, placing both hands on the desk.

�You are disappointed in me,� the President finally decided.

�Sir?� Tseng arched a brow at him.

�Disappointed, Tseng. You can�t approve of what happened and what I decided,� Rufus challenged.

�I�m quite used to your games, sir,� Tseng sighed. �It is not something new for you to be throwing your power around over Strife. They are all aware of it and the reason why it is done.�

�It is no longer Sephiroth that I want,� Rufus pointed out quickly.

�Your actions seem to speak otherwise, sir,� the Turk replied and Rufus slammed a fist on the desk.

�Whom I may or may not want to stick my dick in bears no impact on my actions!�

�Fascinating. I�m sure I�ll sleep much better tonight, sir,� Tseng�s tone was disinterested, but he glanced away and Rufus let out a frustrated growl.

�Damn you, Tseng!" Rufus stepped quickly around the desk and forced Tseng�s face towards his own as he gripped the Turk�s jaw. Tseng met the President�s angry gaze. His chest tightened at the slight hurt he saw mixed in with the harder edge. �Don�t do this!�

�Do what, sir? Evade a topic we both know is dangerous ground?� He tried to pull back but Rufus kept his grip, tightening it.

�You know how I fe-� He was interrupted as he felt the barrel of one of Tseng�s guns press against his stomach and the Turk�s face looked pained.

�Don�t you dare finish that sentence,� Tseng breathed out furiously, pushing the gun harder. �And anything along its lines. I don�t want to hear it, not from you. Not now.�

Rufus� lip curled in a silent snarl. How dare the Turk pull a gun on him! This was no longer between a boss and employee. This was just him and Tseng and the fucking bastard pulls a gun on him?!

�And if I say it?� Rufus growled, dropping his hand to curl over Tseng�s on the gun. �Planning on shooting me?�

�I will not have this conversation with you,� Tseng responded, an unknown emotion sliding beneath his tone. He searched the President�s face, the same emotion darkening his gaze and Rufus could do nothing but look back, hoping the Turk would find what he was looking for. �This is not one of your games.�

�Yes, it is. Everything�s a game. Everything is a game and I always, always play for keeps when I play seriously,� he murmured, fingers tightening their hold. �I�m playing seriously for you now, Tseng.�

Tseng felt the threat of swaying shake through his limbs and he squared his shoulders, never letting himself look away from Rufus. The President was right. This was a game. A dangerous one, and Tseng knew that he should have run before he�d gotten caught, rules or not. The man was Rufus Shinra, president of the company. He was just Tseng of the Turks, and he knew that this was one game he�d never win.

�Take off your clothes,� Tseng said after a moment of strained silence.

�Excuse me?� Rufus� tone whipped out low and disbelieving. Tseng cocked the hammer back and could feel the tension seep into the other man. He slipped his other hand inside Rufus' austere jacket, sliding from his chest and down to his sides. A second later and the blond's gun landed on the floor.

�Take them off,� the Turk repeated, stepping back and gesturing with the gun towards the expensive suit. �Now.�

Rufus didn't let on how much the sound of the gun hitting the floor bothered him, but he was pretty sure Tseng knew. He swallowed.

�You are not the boss, Director. It is, in fact, the other way around. So I will do only as I desire.�

Tseng merely lifted a brow as he digested Rufus� speech and lifted his free hand. He sighed and Rufus frowned as the Turk was suddenly pressing into him again, pushing him forcefully back to lean against the desk. The dark-haired man dipped his head, letting his tongue out against the quickening pulse in Rufus� throat. Another gun landed on the floor and Rufus dropped his head back with a soft laugh when he realized Tseng still had one pressed to his stomach.

�Ah,� the President breathed. �You found that. When did you realize you didn�t have it anymore?� Truth be told, he�d taken it from the Turk after the last time he�d had Tseng bent over his desk.

�As soon as I was dressed,� Tseng replied, licking another path across Rufus� throat as he skimmed his fingers beneath the edges of the blond�s shirt and vest. Rufus gripped the edge of the desk, tipping his head back still further. He made a low sound between his teeth.

�What can I say? Your guns are incredibly hot.�

�They are efficient,� Tseng took a step back and perused the buttoned shirts. Lifting his free hand to the hem, making sure to not let the gun waver, he flicked his wrist and the buttons went scattering. �Deadly.�

�As are you,� Rufus said breathlessly, and he had to grip the edge of the desk, or risk giving in to the desperate urge to touch the Turk and he didn�t think Tseng would appreciate it at the moment. Tseng stood still for a moment before using the barrel of the gun to part the now-open vest and shirt.

Rufus had to catch his breath. Tseng had never been in control of what their encounters, but there was no question now, gun or no gun, whom was in control.

�It is not the only reason why I�ve kept you��

�Indeed,� Tseng murmured, pressing the gun against the blond once more as he leaned forward to push the vest and shirt down Rufus� shoulders to his wrists. �It has not been easy, sir, convincing you otherwise.�

�Well I know it,� Rufus replied just as lowly, stomach twitching a little.

�What do you want from me?� Tseng wondered, pulling back to admire the sight Rufus made.

�Everything,� the President said, his pale eyes meeting dark.

�That�s a dangerous request, sir,� the Turk glanced downward and then back up. �Remove your pants.�

Now, Rufus obeyed without hesitation, shaking his hands free of his shirt, vest and jacket to let them drop where they would. Tseng watched quietly before speaking absently.

�What more do you think I have that I haven�t given you yet?� The gun, cold and unforgiving, trailed against a pale thigh.

�Very little,� Rufus admitted, body responding of its own accord. Tseng seemed amused for only a moment until he met Rufus� gaze.

�And what could you have left to offer me, sir?� He asked, well aware the stakes were rising higher and higher and neither dared to lose.

�Everything,� Rufus echoed his earlier statement.

Tseng�s eyes narrowed and he stepped back again, gun anything but casual as it rested at his side. A slight smirk curved his mouth. There was something to be said about being fully clothed while your lover was anything but.

�You may touch yourself, sir.�

�Tseng,� Rufus growled a warning.

�Mm? Have I spoiled you so much, sir,� Tseng tilted his head thoughtfully. �that you�ve forgotten how?�

�No� I have done as much when you were assigned elsewhere.�

�Then please,� Tseng said after a quiet moment, gesturing with the gun again. �Continue.�

�Or what?� Rufus� eyes tracked the movement of the gun.

�There was no ultimatum,� the Turk said a bit sharply, and then sighed. �But I supposed if you refuse, then our little game comes to an end.�

�I never want it to end,� the blonde said hastily and, eyes locked on his lover�s, he ran two fingers along the side of his length, tip to base.

Tseng hummed a little under his breath, not breaking the eye contact as he reached up to unzip his coat. Rufus curved his hand beneath his arousal, fingers curling around it one by one, and then gave one long stroke, lips parting slightly.

It really was more about the expressions than the actual act as Tseng easily caught each of the blond�s little facial shifts. The coat came off, revealing his empty holster on the left and the second gun on his right.

�How does it feel, sir?� He murmured; voice slightly thicker.

�Just� good�� Rufus said, his hand now keeping up a slow and languid movement.

�Would you rather it be mine?� The coat was left across the back of a chair that Tseng didn�t need to see to hit. The holsters and guns, save for the one in his hand, followed suit before he deftly undid his shirt buttons.

�Oh, yes,� Rufus assured him, rubbing his fingers teasingly across his tip. Tseng moved forward, shirt still on but parted as he curled his free hand around the blond�s that was slowly stroking. The Turk sighed softly at the brief touches of his half-covered chest brushing against Rufus� bare skin.

�Tseng�� the blond murmured, hips twitching. �Oh� better than good.�

Tseng pressed his forehead against Rufus� chest, trailing his lips across the skin. His fingers moved with Rufus� as the President tipped his head to inhale the scent of the Turk�s hair. Tseng tightened their hold to give a firmer stroke.

Rufus arched his back at that and a little more as Tseng nipped down on the skin around a nipple. His fingers twitched around his cock beneath the Turk�s hand. Tseng smirked and withdrew his hand momentarily.

�Tseng,� Rufus said under his breath, quickening his own stroking at the removal of Tseng�s guiding hand. The Turk did not respond and the President watched as he uncuffed his wrists, letting the sleeves of his shirt loose around his arms as he knelt, slowly, in front of Rufus.

Rufus swallowed, the sight sending arousal arcing through him. This was something Tseng had never done before. Listed at the top right under calling Rufus by his given name.

�Oh, Tseng�� Rufus� hand let go of his erection to stroke across black silk instead.

�Hands, sir,� Tseng reminded him gently as he shifted forward to press his mouth to a muscled thigh. Rufus made a frustrated sound low in his throat, but brought his hand back to the desk. The obedience, for lack of a better word, was rewarded with a long, slow swipe of Tseng�s tongue along the length of the President�s arousal.

Rufus twitched, biting back a moan, and tightened his hold on the polished wood. Another, quicker swipe and then Tseng�s tongue curled around the flushed tip. His free hand rested against Rufus� thigh, bracing himself as the gun-filled hand remained pointed at the ground.

�Tseng!� The blond tipped his head back and moaned long and low. The Turk hummed in approval, working his tongue down and around the shaft as he slid his hand over to grip the base. Rufus� toes curled and his hips lifted towards his lover�s mouth. �Oh, yes.�

Tseng closed his eyes, then glanced up to Rufus� face. He opened his throat the best he could, sliding his mouth down the thick arousal and then swallowed.

Rufus cried out, throwing his head.

�Oh, Tseng!� he said breathlessly, fingers twitching. �Oh, yes!�

Gaia, the man�s responses were driving Tseng crazy. He was aching with his own thrumming need and it made him wonder why he�d never done this for Rufus before. The subservient position really wasn�t all that bad. He pulled back, lapping at the pearly tip and breathing hotly against it.

Rufus slipped a little and was glad of his hands on the edge of the desk to hold him up.

�Gaia� you�re� you�re amazing.�
Tseng stood slowly, pants tight across his own arousal, and he leaned in to brush his lips against Rufus� pulse at his throat.
Rufus swallowed reflexively.
�Baby�� he said tightly.
�I want you to fuck me, sir,� Tseng murmured, but his tone was thick with desire and an emotion they both hadn�t named. He lowered his hands to where Rufus had his on the desk. He pushed the gun across the top, letting it go. �Touch me� Please��
Rufus needed no more invitation, one of his went into the black hair, the other into the small of Tseng�s back, and he drew the Director into a deep kiss. Tseng was still reluctant to give up control so easily. His tongue took over the battle as his hands buried themselves in Rufus� blond hair.
Rufus let him, his fingers tangling in the raven strands and pulling his hips closer. Tseng broke the kiss, tilting his head back to moan lowly at the contact.

�Gaia, sir� Please� Don�t make me wait��
Rufus hopped up on the desk and pulled Tseng into his lap, reaching into a desk drawer. Soon, a slick finger was working deep within the Turk. Tseng's thighs slipped to either side of Rufus' hips and he gripped the blond's shoulders as he arched, pressing down against the pleasurable intrusion.
Rufus was quick, but thorough. When he knew Tseng was ready, he curved his fingers around Tseng's hips and drew him closer.
"Ready?" he whispered, licking the man's throat.
Tseng nodded, throat working as he shivered lightly. Rufus flexed his hips and entered in one strong motion.
�Ha..." Tseng's breath left him in a soft whoosh as his back bowed with the entry. His fingers dug into muscles and he dropped his head back, messy ponytail now swinging loosely behind him. Rufus mouthed at his throat, sucking and licking, and eventually, Tseng brought his head back up, ducking it forward as his hips flexed and he began to move.
Rufus groaned, working his hands up and down the Turk's strong back and flexing his hips just a little to match Tseng's movements. Part of the Director wanted to keep the motions slow and drawn out to the fullest, and he struggled not to lose his control, but he knew it was doomed to failure. Rufus helped, his hands guiding Tseng to keep to that slow, drawn out rhythm.
Tseng usually lasted longer, always trying to keep from giving in too quickly with letting his masks drop, but the emotions of the past few days welled and crashed and the dam cracked before he knew it. He shifted his hips, angling back and when Rufus struck that spot deep within, he let out a keening from the back of his throat and for once, his face showed everything -eyes flashing with his passion.
"Beautiful," Rufus whispered against Tseng's throat, his hips rolling up to meet his lover's. Hang slow. He let the Turk move at what pace he wanted.
Tseng used his grip on Rufus' shoulders to push the vice-president back against the desk. He braced his hands, then, on either side of the blond's head as he leaned forward. The ends of his ponytail slipped over each of his shoulders as he continued to thrust his hips downward, a few wayward strands escaping to fall against his face.
Rufus pressed his hands flat against the desk, his back arching and his hips rolling up into his lover's motions.
"Oh, yes..." he purred. "Tse-eng..."
Tseng's breath shuddered out as his face twisted with concentration and his cheeks flushed lightly with lust. He shifted again, dragging his hands down to Rufus' to press them up by the blond's head, linking their fingers. "Let me, sir..." His voice broke on a wave of pleasure that arced down his spine and he trailed off in a moan, hips reflexively picking up their pace.
"Let you... what...?" Rufus asked, lacing his fingers with Tseng's. "Anything."
"Lead," Tseng finished, blowing up at a hair that was sliding across his eye. His hips continued to roll downward, pace kept steady even as the burning in the pit of his stomach began to spread.
"Yes," Rufus said, falling still - well, stiller. He couldn't control his responses to his lover's movements.
Tseng�s body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as his head fell forward more, hair now brushing against Rufus' chest as he worked them higher. His moans were coming faster now -short, hitched sounds as his hands tightened on the blond's.
"You're amazing," Rufus whispered. "Beautiful. So beautiful."
Dark eyes flashed as Tseng looked at him then ducked down, pressing his face against Rufus' neck. "Tell me again," he requested huskily as his muscles pulled tight, signaling his impending release and he tried, so hard, to hang on.
"You're amazing," Rufus repeated just as huskily. "And you're so, so beautiful... oh... yes... stunning... Tseng!"
Tseng's body seized even as his patented "sir" escaped with a shudder when his release stole through him, hips continuing to ride throughout the orgasm. And that was all it took for Rufus to join him, his hips bucking up into his lover's.
When the shaking of his limbs finally passed, Tseng remained where he was, trapping Rufus against the desk. He kept his face in his neck and counted each breath slowly.
Rufus wasn't complaining. His thumbs rubbed gently against the sides of Tseng's hands.
�It�s only you, Tseng�� Rufus murmured tiredly, tone so very sincere. �It�ll only ever be you��
Tseng did not reply, nor did Rufus really expect him to.
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