Means to an End

Title: Means to an End
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual situations, undertones of D/s, and object insertion
Pairing: Rufus x Reno
Description: Rufus adds an interesting new toy to the mix when he tires of Reno's same old show every single night.
Author's Note: Straight up, unabashed, plotless porn. Originally a writing exercise to get back into the flow of things after two months off, but it turned into a little something more after [info]shadow_icia requested some seriously uke Reno.


It's a show again this time.

Reno tenses, letting out a throaty moan as he thrusts up into his tightly fisted hand, back arching rigidly in midair. The other hand, fingers slicked with oil, strokes slowly at the entrance to his ass. Twisting to one side, he runs his palm over rock hard nipples, watching for the blond-haired man's reaction from beneath hooded eyes. Rufus was in a foul mood today, that much was clear. Didn't say a word when he came in, brushed aside the offer of a smoke with a curt wave of his hand. Just straight strip and fuck. And now, he looked anything but pleased with the performance, fingers toying distractedly with a paperweight on his desk while his eyes roamed the room the entire time. Well, fuck that, Reno thought to himself as he let another moan fall from his lips. If the President wanted to sulk over some stupid pissing contest with Scarlet and Heidegger, then that was his problem. He just wanted to finish this and get the hell ho -

The clank of something thick and heavy snaps Reno out of his thoughts.

With a start, the redhead's eyes fly open, gaze fixing on the solid metal baton lying in the center of the floor. The EMR.

...His EMR.

Slowly, Reno raises his gaze up to meet the other's eyes, a sick feeling growing in the pit of his stomach as he sees the cold, steely humor in that normally impassive face. Rufus had stopped playing with the paperweight and was now reclining easily in his plush leather armchair, hands clasped, head tilted to one side, the hint of a smirk - the first sign of emotion the blond had shown the entire night - caressing the corner of his lips. Reno shivers at the look.

"What's this for, boss?"

Rufus gestures at the weapon. "Use it."

"I don't..." Reno swallows, a harsh click between too-dry lips. "I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout." He shifts uncomfortably, cock still hard from the earlier exercise, all too aware of the vulnerable position he was in.

The blond man's smile widens. "Use it on yourself."

"Boss, this isn't - "

"Do I have to spell everything out for you, Reno? Use the EMR to fuck yourself up the ass." The other's tone is cool, casual; he could have just as well been ordering someone to bring him a cup of coffee or fax a document for him. "It's hardly a difficult concept to grasp, especially for one with such a history as yourself. And don't worry." Rufus graces the Turk with a snide, condescending smile. "The electricity's turned down to non-lethal levels."

Reno blinks, realization slowly dawning upon him that the President was completely serious. The bastard actually wanted him to fuck himself with that thing. Not just a thing, his thing, his EMR for fuck's sake. This was too goddamn much. "I'm not doing it, boss." Reno pushes himself up, flinty glare trained upon the other's face. "Shit, what is this? Isn't watchin' me jerk off every night humiliatin' enough for yah?"

"No," Rufus replies coldly. "Frankly, your one-trick horse lost its novelty a long time ago. I could find a dozen whores who'd do better."

"Then the hell d'yah keep me around for?" Reno spits back.

"Because I can," the blond responds simply. "Because you work for Shinra, and Shinra belongs to me, so in effect, I own each and every single part of you. And I intend to use them to their fullest capacity."

So that was it. The bastard. The fucking bastard. This was all a goddamn power trip for him, daddy's little boy getting back at the people who screwed him over in that stupid, petty tiff 6 years ago. If his position wasn't so precarious at the moment, Reno would be laughing his head off. Instead, his eyes sweep across the room, slowly, slyly, calculating the possibilities of escape as they finally fix upon the baton lying in front of him. Pause. Dart up quickly to the other's face. Two feet, maybe three, drop to the ground, and if he could make the last bit, that son of a bitch would have hell to...

Rufus sees through him almost immediately.

"I need not remind you that any attempts against the President automatically carry the death sentence." The blond leans forward, finger tapping lightly at the side of his cheek. "Time measurements, Reno. You were always terrible at those. It takes two seconds to reach the EMR, three to put it into use, and another half for the electromagnetic waves to fully activate. It takes a bullet less than a tenth of a second to travel from me to you." Rufus smiles coldly. "Which one do you presume will arrive at its destination faster?"

...Fuck.

Reno grits his teeth, eyes dropping forcibly to the ground. The bastard was right. Sixty floors of guards, an entire army of SOLDIER, not to mention the global manhunt Shinra could mobilize at the drop of a hat should its head be threatened. There were some things even his pride wasn't worth.

Cursing bitterly, Reno reaches for the baton and positions himself above its narrow end. Clutches it tightly. Swallows. One hand stretches himself taut once more, fingers tugging nervously at the sensitive skin (Does oil conduct electricity? Fucking missed that part of basic training), as he begins to slide the metal tip slowly into the slick heat of his ass. "N-Nn - " He bites his lip to suppress a cry at the feel of the first widened groove slipping past his entrance.

"Harder," Rufus snaps, voice frigid and cold. "Your pain tolerance is abysmal for a Turk."

"Well, I didn'...think they taught yah...how tah...fuck your own weapon back in training," Reno growls back between sharp breaths, eyes narrowing to hateful slits. He grits his teeth and shoves the metal rod in further, gasping as the widening length stretches his entrance to near-agonizing limits. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He should've put more lube on when he had the chance, but goddammit, how was he supposed to know what the little prick had in mind today? The redhead hisses, back arched high, fingers slipping dangerously on the rod's now oil-slicked metal surface. The switch. Where was the fucking switch?! A cold trickle of sweat runs down the side of Reno's cheek, as he scrambles to tighten his grip once more. Non-lethal levels or some shit, he didn't believe a word that left Rufus's mouth.

Gasping, the redhead rocks forward on his knees, breath growing ragged as the edges of the Shinra logo dig into the sensitive skin of his hole, measured bumps alternately drawing moans of twisted pleasure and pain from his parched lips. There's some kind of irony in that image, he's sure, because Rufus is chuckling at his struggles, laughing, eyes fixed upon the red diamond's slow, torturous ascent as if it were his own cock going up the other's ass.

It seems an eternity before Reno finally stops, sweat dripping down the sides of his face as his hand slides to the base of the metal rod, unable to push the weapon any further into himself.

"Satis-fucking-fied?" he manages through clenched teeth.

Rufus only smirks silently, eyes fixed in a long, mesmerizing gaze upon the other's body. The former, distracted look is now replaced with dark satisfaction, bordering on mirth.

...Man was a fucking sadist.

Wincing, Reno shifts his weight onto one knee, acutely aware of the low hum reverberating through the EMR, tensing the muscles in his thighs and back. Non-lethal levels. Non-lethal levels. What the hell was non-lethal when the victim in question is your own ass? Reno clenches his teeth, trying not to think of the shock patients he's sent to the ER before. If Rufus tried one more thing...

"Yes," the blond whispers, eyes gleaming wickedly. "Now, finish what you started."

Breathing a mental sigh of relief (he curses himself for even entertaining those thoughts, and yet...the alternative...), Reno closes his eyes, lets his other hand find his cock again, two quick strokes bringing its length back to hardness. At least his body was indiscriminate when it came to who fucked what. As he goes through the familiar motions of pleasuring himself, Reno lets his eyes wonder over to Rufus's face, taking small comfort in seeing the blond's own excitement, rapid beats of breath quivering through the slim, muscled body. Apparently, the President wasn't as invulnerable as he thought.

"Move the EMR. You look like a fish flopping out of water."

Reno suppresses the urge to snap something appropriately vile back, and instead quickens his strokes, his other hand going to fuck the baton in and out, in and out, faster and faster and oh, fuck, fuck th...that...whatever the hell it was, the rod's electromag or some shit, it roiled violently all of a sudden through him, just...oh, God FUCK, he whimpers, unable to hold back the moans any longer with the waves of pleasure crashing repeatedly through his senses, through and through and through, until -

"A-ahh ah!" With a cry, Reno climaxes, body tensing tightly as his hips buck a final time, cum spurting out all across his hand and thigh. He hangs there for a moment, shuddering once, then collapses into a panting, exhausted heap on the floor.

Silence ensues.

"Bravo." The sound of clapping - absurd, perverse, unreal - jolts Reno out of his rapidly spiraling thoughts. "Charming performance, really. I might almost be convinced to forget the crude words you uttered earlier tonight. All that remains, then, is what you will be doing to satisfy my needs." Rufus grins cat-like, eyes if not tone giving away the full meaning of his words.

"Fuck you," the redhead hisses between harsh breaths.

"Now, that's hardly the proper attitude for a loyal Shinra employee. Especially after I was so magnanimous as to give you an exclusive preview of this - " He gestures at the EMR, which Reno now realizes isn't exactly an EMR after all " - wonderful new adult entertainment product currently in the final stages of development."

"So it was all a test, huh?" Reno closes his eyes, head turning to one side. "I was your fucking lab rat through all of this."

"You could say that. But an admirable performance it was. Hojo would be pleased to have you as a subject."

"Go to hell."

Rufus leans in, voice softening to a deceptively kindly edge. "Suck me off, Reno, and you can return home early tonight."

The redhead stops, breath catching momentarily at the promise laden in those words. Home. Heh. What a concept. He doesn't remember the last time he made it back to the apartment before midnight and without his body feeling like it had been pounded by a fucking Ironite. A fucking ten ton brick. Yeah...it'd be nice to go home early tonight, down a bottle of booze for more than just...therapeautic purposes, not have to deal with the asshole guards or the Midgar traffic or Rude's reproachful gaze when he mumbles the slurred excuses neither of them believe any more.

Rufus smiles as he sees the resigned look in the Turk's eyes, knowing already he has won. "Quickly, or I might change my mind."

Slowly, Reno forces himself up on shaky legs, pride refusing to let him crawl, and stumbles the few feet forward before falling back to his knees in front of the President. He hoped Rufus wasn't expecting a stellar performance this time, because it was all he could do to hold his fingers steady enough to unzip the other's pants.

"Excellent choice," Rufus murmurs softly, thumb tracing down the length of the redhead's cheekbone in a perversely affectionate gesture. Reno doesn't have the energy to brush him away. "Your judgment has improved since last time." He allows the other to close his lips around the tip of his cock, swirl his tongue just the slightest along its very edge, before yanking Reno abruptly off balance, fingers wrapping tightly in the locks of damp hair as he pulls the other man forward with each thrust of his hips. Reno simply bends, bows to the other's shoves, fingers scrabbling fitfully at the hardwood floor, jaw straining to take in every inch even as he curls his lip instinctively to prevent his teeth from scraping over the skin from the rough, violent jerks.

For once, he was thankful for having lost his gag reflex a long time ago.

Climax comes fast, harsh gasps hissing past Rufus's lips as he spills his seed into the mouth of the man before him. Reno swallows it all down numbly, tongue barely registering the salty cum, he's tasted it so many times. Suck and swallow, it's not an action any more, it's a Pavlovian response each time he gets down on his knees. Only the abrupt release of his hair, the scrape of a chair leg against wood, shakes him out of the interminable daze.

"Exitus acta probat, Reno," Rufus whispers, a smirk dancing upon the edge of his lips. "At Shinra, the ends always justify the means."