Never Meant To Be

He could hear his men securing the building, yet thoughts raced through his head that he knew he could never forget. Pain seared through his heart at the thought of long ago days chasing each other around the mansion while the professor worked in his lab. Upon hearing footsteps he kicked out in anger at what was lost forgetting the injury to his left foot until pain seared through it. The captain came to him in order to take him to his conference room. Once certain things were going according to plan, he ordered the captain to send Tseng of the Turks to him right away.

Tseng knew why the president had sent for him. It pained him to no end knowing the very man he loved, in fact loved anther. Upon entering the conference room he felt himself being tugged tightly against Rufus’s body. A chair clanked to the floor during the shuffle of movement. The room was dark except a few candles scattered across the conference table. Rufus gripped his wrists tightly as he pinned him between the wall and a corner of the table. Sephiroth, Rufus breathed as one of his hands racked mercilessly down Tseng’s back as the other held him firmly in place.

Tseng pressed himself; tightly into the corner of the wall in order to bend him self so that he was angled just the right way for what he knew was coming next. No tenderness ever came when the president was in this frame of mind only that of his mind seeking refuge in what never came to pass. His legs were forcefully separated, his wrists gripped and then held vastly by one hand above his head. His next breath was taken in sharply as Rufus placed only the tip of his shaft into him and moved around slightly while placing his free hand upon Tseng’s shaft beginning to move with swift motions, as he whispered Sephiroth over and over.

Its all right sir he gasped out, take what pleasure you need and fear not calling out for your beloved Sephiroth. No one is near enough to hear, before coming in I told the captain to make certain that no one comes onto this floor without permission from you or I first.

Within moments he felt the sharpness of impact of Rufus thrusting into him forcefully holding him vastly with one hand as the other moved swiftly up and down his shaft while shouting for Sephiroth at the top of his lungs. He felt his body stiffen as Rufus hit just the right spot sending him into a place he knew all to well these days. He thrust himself backwards against the bonds of Rufus strength sending him deeper into him with each thrust and causing the speed to which Rufus was massaging his shaft to greatly increase. Before long all he could do was tremble and sink towards the floor bellowing Rufus I love you out at the top of his lungs, as Rufus climaxed and called out for Sephiroth before bursting into tears and sinking to the floor behind Tseng shacking with the sobs.

Tseng turned himself around and grabbed Rufus pulling him against himself rubbing his back and soothing murmuring to him that he could call on him anytime he needed release or just someone to be there for him. He felt a deep pain inside knowing that Rufus may never know that he loves him even enough to allow him to take the pleasure he had missed having with Sephiroth out on him. With the war coming ever closer to an end Tseng wondered if that would mean an end to his time with the president. Would Sephiroth return and claim what he had once had or would he not and allow Tseng to keep what he had gained and loved most greatly…………