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Sex and Politics	By : blackcurrants Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 8

Tseng turned away from the window to find Rufus perched on the mahogany table. He sat on top of a mountain of paperwork and he ignored the dozens of documents his long cream coat was scattering all over the floor. Rufus inherited his mother�s impeccable sense of style, but tonight he had his lustful admirers to entertain and he looked truly impressive in his finest suit with a tailored vest that hugged his body in elegant contrast to his long jacket. Few people noticed how expressive Rufus�s eyes had been. He hated and loved with his eyes and now his icy-steel irises were smiling at Tseng. He looked more handsome each year, especially after he regained his healthy weight.

Tseng slowly exhaled, admiring his boss. Who knew that the scrawny, sad-looking kid who was always too small for his age would grow up to be the most powerful and arguably most handsome man in the world? But then again, who knew that a poor bastard kid from Wutai would grow up to become this man�s lover?

�Come.� Rufus stretched out his hand and beckoned Tseng into a gentlemanly embrace. Tseng silently obliged. He wrapped his hands around Rufus�s waist, careful not to disturb their dress clothes and rested his head on his superior�s shoulder, inhaling the rich spicy scent of his freshly showered body. He drew a circle on the heated flesh with his tongue. Rufus could have been a slum whore, and Tseng would love him no less, but there was something infinitely erotic about being a secret lover of a President. Rufus was kissing Tseng�s neck like he always did when he was thinking.

He wasn�t really a gentle human being. He had his father�s cruel streak, and like his mother he was moody and impatient. He always hungered for control, but tonight Rufus was surprisingly content. Like his father Rufus loved money and the prospect of dipping into the vast trust fund that was set to kick in three years after his father�s death lulled him into a state of euphoria. He was also slightly drunk.

�I want you to have my summer house at the Costa,� Rufus whispered into Tseng�s ear, running his fingers through Tseng�s hair. �I hate that house, but I know you like it. Your mother can live there. And a Vice President needs a summer home.�

�Sir?�

�You will not deny me this. It�s the least I can do. You�ve been a good provider for three years now. I live on credit, Tseng. If it wasn�t for your money smarts I would have been destitute.�

Tseng was smiling. He knew it was true and he struggled to maintain his fa�ade of modesty.

�A rich man can have things his way, and the way I want it is for you to be the official Vice President. You�re doing the job anyway. Besides, that way our relationship won�t have to be the best known secret anymore.�

His lips were so hot that Tseng felt the heat with his ear. Rufus�s kisses were turning into bites. He was so impatient with foreplay. He was painfully aroused and he wanted to get to business.

�I don�t think it�s a wise move Sir,� Tseng said, evading Rufus. �Even if you officially promote me to VP, I still won�t be the classiest match. Now, General Dexterus is another matter. He is the most powerful man in the military now and rumor has it that he is considering a formal marriage proposal. It would ensure the army is loyal to you.� Rufus bit Tseng�s ear with unapologetic malice.

�And it would make for the most scandalous headline of the year,� his hand was making its way down to Tseng�s crotch. �Don�t be obnoxious, you know I�ll never accept such a proposal and it isn�t a matter of class or politics.� Rufus stilled Tseng�s head between his hands and watched the man intently. �It�s about trust.�

They were embracing again, laughing softly and exchanging careful caresses.

�Trust me then, Sir. Close your eyes and don�t move.� Curious, Rufus leaned back on the desk and spread his legs wider to allow Tseng to get closer.

Tseng took his time. He unhurriedly unbuttoned the young President�s tailored vest, taking a moment to admire the dark silk before parting it to reveal the black satin dress shirt underneath. He was an experienced Turk, but despite his profession he kept his hands immaculately groomed, just for moments like these. Rufus closed his eyes and relaxed under his touch. He trusted no other human being in the world like this.

Tseng begun to unbutton his shirt. He savored the satin feel of Rufus� skin, drawing in the heated scent of the flesh and tracing the slightly visible scars with his fingers. He moved on to caressing each of the dark pink nipples with his lips, carefully tugging and biting on the sensitive skin to incite sensation. He looked up to see his boss� eyelids flutter, and listened to his quickening breathing, but Rufus rarely vocalized pleasure and Tseng was satisfied with his silence. He gave his lover�s nipples one last rub and begun to trail his lips down the middle of Rufus� stomach. Such young body he has. Pausing to suck the delicate skin on Rufus�s naval Tseng settled into the executive chair so his head was at the same level as his lover�s privates.

�Alright, alright, you proved your point!� Rufus begun to writhe under Tseng�s touch. �You know, white stains so easily. It tickles like hell, stop! You�ll have to eat with that mouth! Come on, I�m not that special!�

�Sure you are,� Tseng said in his best professional voice, �you have blond pubic hair. Do you know how rare that is?�

He closed his lips over the head of Rufus�s penis and relaxed his mouth, allowing the organ to slip deeper into his throat. He was paid to do this once, when he was barely a teenager, and he was the best money could buy. But this he took pleasure in. He moved his head in a half-circular motion, up and down the throbbing shaft, not really sucking, just tightening and relaxing his lips over the organ. Tseng did everything with class. He disliked vulgarity, and he caressed his boss�s penis as skillfully as he would eat a fancy cake from one of the artsy bakeries. Rufus made the task easy to enjoy.

Unlike the men Tseng was once paid to sexually entertain, Rufus had a pathological obsession with hygiene and kept his curious white-blond bush neatly trimmed. Tseng found the light musky scent mixed with spicy cologne as arousing as pheromones. His tongue paused to tease the split of the penis, sensing that his lover was on the verge. Rufus was breathing hard and sweat drops begun to form on his forehead and cheeks. His slight shifting under Tseng�s touch grew desperate and erratic, as he wrapped his barefoot legs around Tseng�s shoulders.

Tseng was relentless, he begun to suck on the aroused flesh with renewed vigor, carefully closing his teeth around the skin and teasing and pulling on the organ until Rufus begun to quietly gasp. Tseng released the penis from his mouth and took a deep breath as he massaged the cock and waited for the stream of precum to flood out of it. He savored the taste of the President�s flesh like fine wine. Rufus subsisted in a peculiar diet of sugar, caffeine, and cognac, and while such diet wasn�t particularly healthy, it did wonders for the taste of his body fluids. Tseng carefully licked the clear fluid, running his tongue around the head of the penis and savoring the moment when his lover finally released a stream of semen down his throat. Rufus collapsed on his back after the orgasm, knocking over a large flower vase and a waterfall of paperwork that littered the carpeted floor.

He didn�t care who heard and who knew. His sweaty body was tingling all over and his world was spinning from alcohol and erotic satisfaction. Rufus observed Tseng for a moment and tried to imagine his life if his dutiful Wutaian lover didn�t exist. He found that idea disagreeable and unnatural and he reached out to force Tseng into another round of embraces. Is this love? Rufus couldn�t tell. He knew very little about that mysterious concept.
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