Birthday Desires

That's right, more of my normal PWP. I didn't do much for proof reading, sorry, so forgive my awful typoing and god only knows what other sort of mistakes. Rate, review...whatever. Like always, if you're just out to bash me, don't bother. It's a waste of time to both of us, trust me. On a final note, this is a birthday present to a friend, perhaps he'll leave a review, eh?


Disclaimer: No, these characters do not belong to me, they are the property of Square Enix. I'm in no way trying to claim credit, nor ownership.


Birthday Desires


“Tseng…”

“Mhm?” The dark haired Turk murmured, making no move to pull his gaze away from the large window that was before him.

“Tseng.” Rufus reiterated, frowning, staring across his desk at the Turk that was so casually staring across the room and out the window. To not be the absolute center of attention was, to say the least, very displeasing to Rufus. “Wouldn’t it be prudent to look at you while I’m speaking to you? I’m your boss, or have you forgotten?”

Tseng smirked, looking to the young blonde. No, he hadn’t forgotten. Rufus was really something, young and the only child of President ShinRa. Already the kid was Vice President and spoiled beyond any hope. The blonde had everything he wanted and more, yet still managed to never quite be satisfied. Worse, he was used to getting things exactly how he wanted them, at the very moment he wanted them, with no excuses or delays. There really were days when Tseng felt he was nothing more than a babysitter, but he still enjoyed his job, wouldn’t trade it away for anything.

“Today, Tseng, is my birthday. My father has, yet again, managed to overlook this occasion.” Rufus sighed softly. What else was new, anyway? But it didn’t bother him like it used to. No more pain, these ‘mishaps’ could be vented upon in much more vindictive ways. “In light of that, I think I want something from you.”

“Oh?” The dark haired Turk arched a brow. “And what did you have in mind, Sir?”

“Nothing you aren’t used to. I promise.”

Tseng nodded to the blonde. The statement said it all. And if Rufus’ mind was made up, as Tseng was certain it was, there would be no hope of changing it. He would merely deliver, thus, to the best of his ability.

“There is, however, one difference…” Rufus murmured, leaning for his desk to press down the intercom button for his secretary. “Send Reno to me at once.”

“Sir…?” Tseng tipped his head slightly, surveying his boss.

“I told you it was different, Tseng. At least a little. You’ll see what I mean. Just wait.”

Tseng nodded once again and held his tongue. Rufus had given a command, after all. Rufus grinned at him, aware of his absolute power, and it pleased him to no end. That’s what it was about, anyway. Power. He shrugged and waited on Reno, elbows against hid desk, chin propped against a hand, expressionless as he waited on the red headed Turk. For once, Reno took it upon himself to show up on time, and Rufus couldn’t help but give him a feral, predatory smirk as he stepped through the door.

Reno caught the look from Rufus at once and nervously brushed fingers through unruly strands of red hair. “Uh…you wanted to see me, boss?”

“Oh, yes…” Rufus smiled coldly, motioning to the door the Turk had come in by. “Lock that, if you would…”

Reno blinked, but did as he was told, reaching back to flick the lock into place. When finished, he stepped toward Rufus’ desk, finally seeming to become aware of the other Turk. Rufus pointed to a chair that was directly beside Tseng’s and Reno took the offered seat without having to be told twice.

“Alright, then…” Rufus leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap, and stared at the two gentlemen that worked for him. Perhaps he should have called Rude in for this, too. He shook it off second’s later, the bald man could wait. “As I was telling Tseng just before you arrived, today is my birthday. My father has overlooked it again, as he often does these last years. Apparently he’s far too busy drinking or hiring whores.” Rufus grunted, waving a hand dismissively. That subject was for another time. “Since I’m feeling quite vindictive, I’d like to get him back. I’m sure it sounds childish, but I have faith that my idea will work. And you two…you’re the perfect pair to help me.”

Tseng mused as he stroked his jaw, brow arched. “Usual way, I would assume, Sir?”

“Exactly, Tseng. My father is, after all, due back to check in on me later, as if he needs to. I can handle myself.” Rufus scoffed. “Anyway, it isn’t me I want him to find here. Rather, I’d like him to find a most interesting ‘mess’ upon this desk, one that leaves no room to question just what went on.”

“You’re his son, yo. The most he’ll do is YELL at you!” Reno cleared his throat. He was out of line, he suddenly realized, but it was too late to take it back. “But what about the positions Tseng and I hold here? He could fire us. It’s risky, boss.”

“Don’t act so self righteous, Reno. You know you already love the idea.”

“Heh. I really do, yo…”

“So are we all in agreement, then?”

The two Turks still seemed to think on it a moment, but soon enough there was a nod from both of them. Rufus smirked, once again predatory. That was wonderful. He rose from his seat and moved around to lean against the front of the desk, only inches from the two men that worked so loyally for him. He momentarily mused his options for this, which were a great many, but he had already more than made up his mind about what he wanted.

Rufus pointed to the red head. “Up, Reno.” He waited patiently for the man to comply. It happened quickly enough. It really was pleasing to see some obedience, though he was certain he’d pay for it later. “Strip.”

Reno blinked at the sudden command, but was very quick to comply. There was just something in Rufus’ demeanor today that made him more than certain questioning the blonde would turn out horribly wrong. The red head kicked off his boots and quickly began to fumble with his messy suit.

Rufus leaned his weight back against his desk, watching with idle fascination as Reno stripped down. It felt like an eternity, but was truthfully only minutes before the red head was completely exposed before him. Truly, Reno was quite a lovely thing to look upon, so lean and slender, enough to be called beautiful…even if he tended to be a bit of a slob. Rufus supposed that may have been part of the appeal, since he was a neat freak, himself. Or usually so.

“Delightful…” Rufus purred, moving up to Reno. Unashamedly he reached out for the red head, fingers curling around Reno’s cock. He stroked languidly, but with great purpose. He was certain he felt a slight shiver from the Turk. “You know what I’m planning to do to you, don’t you?”

Reno shook his head. “No, boss…” Quite frankly, he had a damn good idea. But he was showing better judgment, keeping his mouth shut and leaving it to Rufus to have the full say.

“You’re used to fucking me, Reno…” Rufus purred, leaning up to him just a little more. “But this time, you’re going to know what it’s like to be fucked by your boss…”

Reno groaned softly. That was undeniably hot. He didn’t know where Rufus got it from, but the kid could be amazing with the simplest statements or simplest actions. There was no way it could have come from his father. Then again, at that moment, Reno didn’t particularly care where it’d been inherited from. “Hn…”

Tseng cleared his throat, peering at the two, even though all he could see was Rufus’ back. “Shall I rid myself of the hindrance of clothing now, Sir?”

“It would be for the best, unless you wish for me to take care of it. And right now, my methods may be less than appropriate, since you may want to be able to leave here wearing something.”

Tseng rose to his feet so he could undress, watching Rufus even as he did so. Some would have found it degrading, taking orders from a spoiled kid, but Tseng, unlike all the others, never complained, not even once. And though Rufus seemed to be pointedly ignoring him at the moment, he still watched him, admiring what little he could see. Little did he know Rufus was aware of his watchful eyes, but much more involved in Reno, stroking the red head expertly to coax him into full hardness.

“Hnnn, Rufus…” Reno breathed. He was practically squirming under Rufus’ touches already, head tipped back so red hair fell against his pale back.

“I never tire of hearing that from you.” Rufus purred, hands dropping away from Reno. “Come, help me undress, preferably without ruining anything.”

“Yes, boss.” Reno purred, the fact that he was eager anything but hidden. Seeing Rufus naked was always a treat. The kid may have been spoiled, arrogant, a complete fucking brat, but he was also beautiful. There was no way to get around that fact.

Rufus’ expression was set with a smirk of smug satisfaction as the red headed Turk began to eagerly work on his clothing. He had to admit, Reno did remarkably well, at least at first. His jacket and the black shirt beneath were stripped away easily, cast to the side carelessly, though Rufus made no move to call him on such rough treatment of the fine garments. Reno’s real trouble began as he began pulling down Rufus’ white suit pants and black boxers beneath. The Turk had simply not thought ahead, not prepared ahead of time for the barrier of boots. This left Rufus with his pants pooled about his ankles, shaking his head as he stared down at Reno.

“Foolish Turk.” Rufus chided. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Sorry, boss…” Reno murmured sheepishly as he began to stand again.

“No, no…none of that.” Rufus gently nudged the Turk back down. “I want you to stay right there.”

“Boss…?”

“Just a moment.” Rufus murmured, kicking off his boots. He stepped out of his pants and undergarments, kicking them away with a foot. “Alright, Reno. It’s time we put that mouth of yours to use, good use, for a change. Make me hard. Harder, I should say. More importantly, and for your sake, make me wet.”

Reno let out a breath he hadn’t even been aware he was holding and nodded. He was a slum whore, he didn’t need special instruction. “Of course, Boss…”

“Good boy.”

Reno settled as comfortably as he could on his knees, no more than a moment later leaning forth so he could draw the tip of Rufus’ half aroused shaft into his mouth. His hands rested against the blonde’s hips, fingers stroking over the soft skin there as he began to suck softly at the head, tongue lapping boldly at the slit.

“Mmn, that’s good…” Rufus fisted fingers into Red hair, holding tight to those long strands.

Rufus’ praise encouraged Reno to act far more boldly, drawing into his mouth as much of the blonde as he could. The grip on his hair was fast becoming painful, but he still forced himself to raise his eyes enough to watch Rufus’ expression. The blonde was always beautiful, but more so when caught in the web of his own dirty desires. Reno smirked on the inside, getting some sense of irony from it, lapping languidly at the flesh that was hardening beautiful under his ministrations. This shouldn’t have been the thing he liked most about his job, yet it was.

“Enough.” Rufus growled, releasing his hold on red hair as he pushed Reno away, aware of the soft whine the red head gave. “If you enjoy it so, you can have it that way another day. Not now. We’ve bigger things to tend to.”

“Of course, boss.” Reno did what he could to take it gracefully, but there still a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

“Tseng…”

“Way ahead of you, Sir.” Tseng chuckled, moving up behind Rufus. He turned the blonde around so he could look at him momentarily, pushing a small vial into his hands with a smirk.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you best, Tseng. Always on top of everything.”

“Always on top of you, Sir?”

Rufus only chuckled, leaning up to the taller man for a kiss, which quickly became a battle of tongues before they finally pulled away from one another.

“Reno…” Rufus breathed, using the contents of the vial to coat a few fingers. “On the desk. Now.”

The red head rose to his feet at the command and moved to the desk. He quickly pulled himself upon it so he could settle down onto his back, sprawling out like a ready and willing whore. Rufus was there by him seconds later, a slick finger pressing against and into the red head without warning. Initially Reno flinched at the invasive feel, but within a minute’s time he was whimpering softly, fingers curling into his own red hair as Rufus worked the finger firmly in an out. By the time a second was added, to help with preparation, Reno was practically begging. Had he been a little less out of it, Reno would have found soft whimpers and pleas like his own being made by Rufus, for Tseng was behind the blonde, preparing him in the very same away.

“Such beautiful sounds. And from two beings.” Tseng purred, nuzzling against Rufus’ neck as he worked. “It almost makes me regret I’m missing out.”

“Shut up, Tseng.” Rufus growled softly. It would have sounded almost dangerous, if not for the underlying desire and need. “I need you…” He confessed, withdrawing fingers from the red head, who voiced his dissatisfaction quite well.

“In just a moment, Sir. Reno needs you first.”

Rufus growled again, for a moment regretting that he’d bothered to even invite Reno into this. But he knew it would be better, so much better. Not for either of them, he supposed, but definitely for himself. He’d be getting the best of both ends, both giving while receiving. He whined softly, pathetically, the thought almost too much to stand by itself.

“Rufus…” It was Reno, whining for the blonde as he shifted restlessly upon the desk. “Boss, please…”

Rufus grunted and took a hold of Reno’s slim waist, tugging the red head closer to the edge of the desk. He took only a brief moment to position himself before thrusting deeply inside of him. If the cry Reno voiced had not been laced more with pleasure than pain, he may have come to regret such brash action. Or, more likely, not.

“Ahn, yes…boss…”

“Tseng…” Rufus murmured, holding himself still for Reno’s sake as much as Tseng’s.

“Still ahead of you, Sir.” Tseng promised, again moving up behind Rufus. One hand caught the blonde’s left hip as the other guided the head of his cock to his entrance. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Tseng, if you delay any longer, so help me--”

But anything Rufus had to say after that point was lost amongst his own sharp cry as Tseng thrust into him just as deeply as he could. The initial thrust drove Rufus deeper into Reno, who whimpered so beautifully. Once Tseng stilled to allow Rufus to adjust, the red head’s whimpers became louder. And as the minute stretched on, Rufus’ own were mixing with his.

“Fuck! Someone move. Tseng! Boss! Please!”

“Reno…just…” Rufus had no idea what comfort he was trying to convey to the red head, fingers curling into his slender waist as he tried to find the will to move. He could not, but Tseng remedied that situation when he pulled out, and thrust into Rufus again, pushing the blonde once more into Reno. “Hnnn…”

“Ahn, yes! Yes!”

It was Tseng that set the pace, rather than Rufus. And it was Rufus that had to compensate to keep up with the stoic, dark haired Turk. Before long at all, all three of them were working in unison. Each deep thrust from Tseng only drove Rufus harder into Reno, the red head arching to the feeling, writhing under the force of the pair.

“Ahn, fuck…” Reno whined, fingers again curling deeply into his own hair. He had no idea anything could feel this way.

“Nnn, still beautiful.” Rufus ground out, one hand sliding away from Reno’s waist to curl around his cock again, stroking in rhythmic time with the set pace of thrusting. Reno cried out sharply again and Rufus smirked, albeit faintly. “Yes…”

Both the blonde and the red head were quite vocal all the while, cries reaching a louder note with each completed thrust as minute’s wore on for what could have seemed to anyone like eternity. Tseng, even as he grew closer to release, never made a single such sound. There was only the soft sound of his panting.

“Nnnh, harder. Oh please, harder.” Reno no longer cared he was begging, it was so far from relevant. “So close…”

Tseng thrust harder into his blonde counterpart, which drove Rufus hard and sharp into Reno. The red head lost it there, arching into Rufus once again as he came, releasing partly into the blonde’s hand and partly against himself. Every muscle in his body tightened with his climax and that set of one hell of a chain reaction. It was Rufus that came second, arching his back gracefully and beautifully as he released into the lovely red head beneath him, moaning loudly.

Tseng, though older and usually far more able to hold out than the other two, only managed to thrust into Rufus a few more times before losing himself to the feel of the aftermath of Rufus’ climax. The moan he gave as he released hot and hard into the blonde was dulled and muffled as he pressed a kiss to the slender, pale, beautiful neck.

For long moments after, there was only relative silence in the large office, the only sounds being that of hard panting. As that died away, breathing evening out to the normal level, there were momentary groans as bodies dislodged from one another.

“Well…” Rufus began, fingers pushing through blonde hair in hopes to slick it back once again. “I dare say that was better than anything my father could have offered me for my birthday.”

“No shit.” Reno murmured, pushing himself off the desk. At first, he looked like he would fall over, but caught himself before such a thing could happen. He worked to retrieve his garments from where Rufus had discarded them.

Rufus chuckled coldly as he wiped his hand against the desk before moving to retrieve his own things. At first Reno perked a brow at the rather curious action, but soon remembered what Rufus had said. The blonde wished for his father to know what went on. Reno doubted anyone could not know, giving Rufus’ helping hand, and the fact that the entire desk was in disarray by that point, anyway.

“Just to be sure, Sir…” Tseng murmured, already dressed and fixing his tie. “Is that…wise?”

“Not at all, Tseng. And that’s exactly the point.”

Reno snickered softly. Rufus may have been a spoiled brat, but he had to admit…the kid wasn’t that bad. Most would be too afraid to act out against their fathers in such a way, especially when their father was such an important figure. But it never seemed to bother Rufus. He shook his head as he finished dressing.

Rufus was the last to finish, taking extra moments to make sure his suit was once again immaculate. He surveyed the office, tipping his head as he gave the desk one last scrutinizing gaze. He nodded and turned to the other two, smirking softly.

“Boss?”

“Sir?”

“Well, then…” Rufus moved in between the two of them, one arm winding around Reno’s shoulders, the other around Tseng’s. “For a job well done, I think I owe you both a drink.” He chuckled.

“No complaints here, yo!”

“If that’s what you wish, Sir.”

Rufus nodded. It was settled, then. He started for the door, the other two still held in his grasp so that they had no choice but to follow. He let go of them as they reached the door, guiding them out first. He reached to flick off the lights, but thought the better of it. He wanted his father to think he was still there. He smirked and pulled the door closed with a soft click, turning back to his subordinates. He guided them down the hall, aware that he’d hear all about his little adventure later.