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Tears of Blood	By : MissMally Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Tears of Blood
- 2-Duty Calls
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A/N: I had this story up here a gazillion years ago and have finally
unearthed it and did a rewrite. Obviously, the characters aren�t mine so you
know the drill about that.
This story contains male/male relationships and is pretty angsty
with lotsa boy lovin. It also gets a little gruesome in the later chapters, so
if you are faint hearted or don�t possess an open mind please don�t read any
further. Review if you like/hate, I love either kind.
Tears of Blood�� ~Chapter
One

- Grasping
Truth with Open Claws �
� They think I don�t know. Hell, who wouldn�t be able to figure out
their little secret? It�s a bit hard to miss the sideways glances or the loving
embraces in the office when they think no one is looking. I sometimes catch
Reno whispering quiet words into Tseng�s ear, often receiving a mischievous
smirk on the latter�s face. Reno would walk away chuckling and batting those
vicious eyelids of his.
� Ugh! I hate him! I hate the sight of him! His skinny ass is
everywhere I go, every corner I turn. Reminding me of what I can�t get.
� He always grins at me as if to say �look what I have�. Childish
fool. But perhaps I�m being paranoid. As if that stupid beast even knows what I
feel� Anyway, what he doesn�t understand is, I own him. I own everything he
does, and he is so very lucky I let him live. One day I will snatch the breath
from his nicotine-filled lungs and damn him to the darkest corner of hell �
alone.
� Meanwhile, I will play god. I will play god and my little angel,
Tseng, will be kissing my foot, begging and pleading for me to take him into my
arms. I will be a cruel god though, for cruelty gains best results. Then, when
I know he has forgotten about that evil, red headed devil, I will give him
wings and robes. Then he shall be my guardian angel forever. No one will take
him from my side again.

� �Do you understand why you�re here, Sinclair?� I glared at him as
he proceeded to sit on my desk. Who the hell did he think he was? Why in the
name of Odin did Tseng fall for this joke of a boy?
� The redhead shrugged his shoulders and an animal-like grunt fell
through his closed lips. What a dumb creature he was. Staring at me with those
piercing green eyes he truly looked as though he was challenging me�maybe for
Tseng.
� I met his gaze with an un-approving glare and continued, �As you
know, I have been receiving many verbal threats as of late and I believe this
situation needs to be controlled before matters get too out of hand.�
� �And you�ve chosen me for the job right?� I watched him pull a
cigarette out of his chest pocket, place it between his moistened lips and
light the end with a match.
� I was completely amazed. The fool mustn�t have noticed my widened
eyes because he smiled toothily at me and placed his forefinger and thumb on
the burning tip of the match before tossing it towards my rubbish bin.
� Bad idea to invite the nasty fellow to my office. NOTE! Next
time, get secretary to pass message.
� �Do you have a problem with my choice?�
� Studying the creature before me, I felt the greatest urge to throw
him off the desk and shoot him repeatedly. He leant his head back, eyes closed
as he inhaled his cancer stick, seemingly in a trance of some sort. He held
this odd pose for a moment or so before allowed a billow of smoke to slide from
his self.
� �No Ma�am,� he replied between ripples of silent laughter.
� Ma�am! This idiotic maniac called me a � ma�am. Did he
have NO respect?
� �What did you say, Turk!� I could feel my face flushing as I
spoke through clenched teeth.
� Whenever I became extremely aggravated, my face would go red and
my hands would tremble as though they were trying to leave my body and strangle
anyone who got in their way. Yes. I should strangle the Turk.
� He smiles, �Well, ya jes like all the other girls who want �im.
Tryin to find an e�xcuse to get rid a me so they can have a shot at my Tseng.
�Go and get me a drink Reno an give Tseng some time alone wit me� they say.
None of you �ave a chance, not even you, Mister hotshot vice-president. Tseng ain�t interested in you or anyone else. He.
Loves. Me.�
� Those last three words hit me like a bullet to the heart. My
stomach felt like a bottomless pit and my head swum like a goldfish lost in
space. He was wrong. Tseng had to love me. If not anyone else in the world, Tseng
would be the only one to stand by me.
� �Fuck up Sinclair, you worthless shit! You�re going to Junon in
fifteen minutes. Briefing will await you there. Now fuck off and get out of my
sight.�
� At this point I shoved his puny ass from the desk, causing an
amused laugh to fall out of the stupid redhead as he left the office. Stupid
fool.
� I watched him shut the door before I yanked my answering machine
off the desk, tearing it from it�s cords which were still intact at the wall
and threw the blasted thing at the plank of wood saving me from the eyes of the
executives.
� �Tseng loves me.�
ooOOOOoo
� I sighed out of boredom as my fingers scribbled the most famous
scribble of all, my signature. Most people expect to see my father�s name
sprawled across the bottom of the page when they receive replies to
un-important requests for money, but no. They must get disappointed seeing this
scribble. It�s not even a good-looking scribble come to think of it. Perhaps
that�s why no screaming fans ask for my autograph. I bet they wouldn�t say no
if it accompanied my credit card though. Ha, peasant creeps.
� I smiled with this thought and took a long drink of my century
old whiskey from the crystalline glass it was contained in. My eyes closed,
face askew as the bitter taste worked its way down my throat, burning my
insides. Such foul things should not be so expensive and sought after, I
thought briefly before returning to my work.
� I pushed aside the usual complaint forms from Sector Three when I
came across a black envelope, sealed with red wax, an imprint of an �R� pressed
deeply into it. I peeled the circular piece of wax off, and threw it in the
general direction of the overflowing trashcan. I looked back at the black
envelope. No matter what this threat said, Reno was going to go deal with these
foolish, yet rather stylish chaos summoners. To be perfectly honest though, I
was not concerned with who died first, Reno or the person/people making these
time consuming threats. Whichever one fell first, I would still have to deal
with the other anyways.
� I rested back in my seat, taking out the folded paper from the
envelope. A nice read anyway. �Your going down ShinRa� was a favourite one of
mine. On the bottom of that paper there was a drawing of my father hanging from
ShinRa HQ, the people of Midgar setting torch to his feet. Quite an amusing
picture that one was, and well drawn too.
� I unfolded the two-page threat when two brisk knocks came from my
door. Tseng. He was the only orderly one to actually give such a formal warning
of his presence.
� My lamp flickered next to me as I grunted loud enough for him to
know that he could enter. As he came in, I dropped the threat purposefully to
the floor and out of sight, Tseng would be furious if he knew that I was not
reporting these threats to him.� I
looked up and swiped a stray bang of hair from my eyes before standing in
welcome to the beautiful Turk.
� �Please, don�t stand because of me Sir,� he said with a slight
smile, gesturing with open hands for me to sit.
� Knowing the Turk personally like this made it hard for me to
imagine him as a bloodthirsty killer. I wasn�t an idiot mind you, Tseng was one
of the most feared men on earth. I just happen to be his boss is all. I sat
down slowly, not minding the slight control he had of me, �What brings you here
Tseng?�
� Had it been anyone else I was dealing with, I would have offered
him or her to take a seat in front of my desk. Tseng although, I have learnt,
likes to stand when dealing with business issues.
� Not being an emotional type of guy, Tseng�s motives were hard to
decipher as facial and bodily expressions were close to nil, but I could see a
slight frown developing on his brow.
� �Reno has been in Junon for three days now Sir and he has found
nothing. There is no way he is going to be able to deal with these people
himself even if he does find them. Sir, I know I have no right in saying
anything of the sort but I want you to send Rude and myself as well.�
� I sighed and leant back in my chair, discreetly admiring his
suited body before even thinking of what to say. Your little whore said
something didn�t he Tseng, I mused. He misses all the hardcore sex you�ve been
unable to offer since I sent him away without a chance to say good-bye to you,
doesn�t he? You just want Rude to come along for the ride as an excuse. Your
silently sweating aren�t you? Will I let you go or won�t I?
� �Tseng,� I started directly, I wouldn�t beat around the bush,
that would just make him angry, �Reno only has four more days to gather
information. Even if he doesn�t find them he will find something. He
does not need help from you other two. He is a Turk. Turks are highly trained
and I believe he will do a good job. Also, knowing how cocky you Turks
are I think Reno will be hurt and quite angry if help was sent for such an easy
task.�
� At the word cocky, I felt my voice grow soft and I was unable to
stop myself scanning his body. I was surprised however when Tseng slid into the
seat opposite mine and leant forward, fingers clasping one another.
� �Sir. You must understand that this is not your every day
mission. Your life and perhaps the future of ShinRa Inc. is reliant on the
outcome of Reno�s work in Junon. If we do not destroy these people, they may
destroy you.�
. Tseng rarely questioned my
decisions so I felt rather shocked at his statement. Yet I also felt determined
to stick to my word and not let Reno see Tseng until I had claimed him as mine.
� Now Rufus. You must act now.
� I stood once more, placing fore and middle finger to my brow and
rested my free hand on the table as balance. I would have to go about this
slowly at first, then pounce, otherwise he�ll suspect something.
� �I know your loyal Tseng. You�re the most loyal employee my
father has, as well as excelling in your specific area way above expected
standards,� I paused as I allowed my body to slide around the desk with many
intentions but with no haste in my movements. Trailing a finger along the loose
sheets and various stationery items, I made my way behind him, perhaps other
people�s weakest angle, but not this Turk.
� �But I honestly believe that my decision is best for this
company. If something were to happen at headquarters whilst all you Turks were
gone, what would we helpless executives do? Perhaps the whole searching for those
terrorists in Junon is a diversion?�
�Wow. Do I surprise myself or what? Ah ha! Surely that will make
him think about my diversion now?
� I moved closer. I could tell he was thinking for something to
retaliate with in order to convert my state of mine, so now was the best time
to strike.
� My hands trembled slightly as I placed them on his shoulders, a
soft gasp leaving me as I felt him tense up at my sudden touch. He didn�t turn
to look� at or question me when my
fingers slowly massaged the tense muscle beneath his formal jacket.
� My heart was beating like a jackhammer and a sickly nervous
feeling consumed my belly. I felt more at ease though when he loosened up a
little, allowing me to rub his shoulders with no queries. Yes Tseng. Soften to
me. Let me capture you. Forget that devil. Love me.
� I�m going to have to make more moves, I thought, or this will go
nowhere if I don�t push these feelings forward.
� I ceased my massaging movements and forced myself to have the
courage enough to remove the heavy jacket from his back. I was scared out of my
mind as I urged the stiff material from his body, with slight hesitance from
the Turk. My hands fell over his shoulders once more, fingers guiding
themselves over the seams of his white long sleeved shirt. Instinctively, I
leant my head down to his neck, my eyes squeezed shut to savor the upcoming
feeling of his flesh. Softly, I pressed my lips to his skin, flicking my tongue
out momentarily to lap up the saltiness of his neck, before moving towards the
bottom of his jaw line � nearer his ears.
� To begin with my kisses were soft, tender and quite nervously
placed. I became frenzied however when he tilted his head over for me allowing
more of his neck to be claimed. I clamped my teeth around small portions of
skin. I kissed, bit and licked my way under his chin, finding myself in his lap
with a ruffling of clothes against one another.
� My whole body was pulsing. My blood was throbbing from the
intense feelings flowing through my veins.
� The hot and heavy breath that he was exhaling down my now exposed
neck was driving me wild. Each warm current was close to taking me over the
edge. His chest was pressed against mine as I attempted to pull myself closer
and with each time his chest deflated I would clamp myself around him, refusing
to let this all become nothing but a beautiful dream.
� I pulled away from his sweet-tasting neck and stared into his
brown puddles, reflecting nothing, as usual. Now my sweet. Let us make love.
� His hands had stopped moving now and were resting on my thighs. I
brought my hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks and rubbing them slightly
as I studied his facial features. So beautiful.
� My world slowed as I leant in closer, lips moist and eyes
obviously showing the fear in my heart. Please don�t back out now, I begged
with myself, also praying that he too would not leave me hanging. Our lips
connected, and a feeling of completeness filled my system. This was better than
any dream I�d ever conjured. His cologne was strong, but arousing and his
tongue was fluffy�rather nice actually.
� Two firm hands grabbed at the flesh of my buttocks, resulting in
a deepening crimson of my cheeks. Though this time I wasn�t angry. I was purely
caught off guard and was rather embarrassed about it. At this point the kiss
intensified, my spine had a spiral of tingles whipping around my skin with each
squeeze and tickling touch that collided with my body. Our tongues danced and I
opened my eyes briefly to see that Tseng�s were closed and a pleased expression
was implanted over his face. So beautiful.
� My hands roamed curiously over his chest, the silky fabric
coiling beneath my palms. In a mutual, unspoken decision, our lips parted, my
own bruised red and his moist and needy. I watched his fingers nimbly unfasten
the button of my pants and pull the zip down hastily. I was panting heavily,
anxious for what was to come, and closed my eyes from the relief of having the
stresses of angst removed from my system. This was it. I could only hope that I
was good enough for him.
� I felt his warmness glide under my boxers, heating up the coating
of bare flesh that was left behind by his touch. My body tensed in
anticipation, aching to be touched, so much that I couldn�t think past the
blurry coat that my eagerness wore. I curled my nails, small as they may be,
into Tseng�s baby soft skin urging him to keep touching me. I held my breath.
� My eyes jerked open suddenly when his hands left quickly and a
stern �Hello?� left his mouth. Fuck.�
His phone had rung, the small black object pressed to his ear as he
listened with a frown. I sighed and slumped back onto his knees looking at him
with a curious expression, head tilted.
� �Is he okay? �I see. How long has he been there?�I�ll be there
soon.�
� He collapsed it upon itself and placed it back into his pant pocket.
I smiled and leant forward to kiss him again but was pushed away and edged off
the seat. This hurt. Not physically, but I was mentally crushed.
� I watched him pull his jacket back on and I frowned realizing
that my fantasy was not going to be fulfilled today and would remain as�a
fantasy. I zipped my own pants up and turned away from him, hands holding me on
the desk as I leant forward, eyes closed.
� �Who was that?� I snapped not bothering to look at him in case he
may detect the hurt in my eyes.
� �Infirmary. Reno was flown here via an express helicopter. It
appears he found someone who didn�t like ShinRa, or him�
� I bet there is plenty who don�t like him. As a prime example, me.
� I thumped my hand into the desk angrily, some loose stationery bouncing
on the wooden surface from the after tremors of the force of my fist, �Why do
you run to him?! He doesn�t need you to baby him Tseng! Can�t the infirms look
after him?�
� I turned now to glare at him, not caring that I was at the point
of explosion. I was so certain, so certain that he was only thinking of
me. Bastard. I knew my eyelids were gathering small wells of salt water but I
had to stare at him, to let him know that he had hurt me.
� �Sir,� Why did he call me that? Do I mean nothing?!, �You must
understand that it is of great urgency that I get as much information out of
Reno as soon as soon as possible, so that I may write up a report and do
something about the situation at hand.�
� I strode behind my desk to gaze out the full-length windows,
which allowed me to view the city that would one day be mine and secretly
looked at Tseng�s reflection as he straightened himself up. My hand was pressed
against the cold glass over the Turk�s body in the glass and I closed my eyes
to stop the pain from flowing from my eyes that were so close to falling.
� �Fine��Just go.�
� My words were sharp but I was careful to not be harsh as I didn�t
want to ruin whatever small relationship we still had, if there even was one. I
heard the door close and it was then that I opened my eyes and allowed a sigh
to escape me. My breath fogged a small portion of the window directly in front
of me, which furthered the blurriness of my eyes. The city appeared to be a
flurry of brilliant bright lights that melded together in every direction the
colour extended.
� How could he do that to me? I didn�t even hear the phone. Bloody
Reno. He always has to ruin my fun. I pushed myself away from the window,
suddenly feeling as though having the glowing city below was nothing. I just
wanted him. I stalked over to my desk, swatting at the few tears that
had managed to escape with my jacket sleeve. I was more angry than upset now. I
threw my desk lamp at the ground, laughing hysterically as it shattered into a
trillion pieces on the rug at foot. My laughter ceased however when I thought
deeper about what just happened and of what Tseng might do to me. He could tell
my father, which would sincerely sign my death certificate off quicker than
light itself. But worse off than that, he could completely forget about what
just happened. Mmm, yes. That would be worse than death. I picked up a thick
Cuban cigar, placing it between my puffy lips and rubbed my head with a
contemplative expression. I didn�t smoke. No, that was a terribly dirty habit,
but that thing had been lying around in my draw for months now and I was so
stressed that I guessed I may as well contribute to my own death before
everybody else got in and I didn�t get a chance myself.
� I tilted my head when I realized I had left the threat on the
floor and picked it up before scrummaging around for a lighter. I found my
�official� ShinRa work Zippo, engraved with the ShinRa symbol and my name below
it and proceeded to light the fat end with it.
� I read the letter which had been hand written, though this time
it was in messy scribbles, quite unusual:
�Dear Mister Rufus,

I bet you think you�re smart. I know you don�t show these threats to him,
that�s why I�m not afraid to send you this. If you ever consider touching him,
I will slice each of your fingers off at the knuckle and shove them so far up
your ass you�ll need open surgery to get them out. I�ll be watching you�Rufus.

Sincerely, Mr Reno.�
� That sneaky fuck. I�ll show him. I�ll show everybody. Tseng will
be mine. And Reno will rot in his own personal hell while Tseng and I are
making love like rabbits. I always get what I want and I want Reno dead.
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