Loving Power

written for the centi_porn challenge community on livejournal. original themes are bold, titles are italics.

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Balance - precarious

It�s very tricky to balance against the hood of a limousine.

For one thing, dress shoes don�t provide as much traction as Rude needs to keep from falling forward, and his legs keep hitting the bumper because Rufus insists on facing Rude, as if being fucked takes away his well-bred dignity.

Rufus isn�t really helping, because there really isn�t anything for him to grab onto (except Rude, which puts way too much weight on the bigger Turk.

Rude finally gives and pulls out, flipping Rufus onto his stomach and pushing in again. He would kiss Rufus�' ego all better later.

Aware - playing dirty

Rude was going to kill Reno as soon as he could move at normal speed again. He was lucid, although unsure if he was thankful. Perhaps being under the complete unknowing still of Stop was a preferable fate to being very aware at the mercy of Slow, but Rude had no say in the matter.

However, when Rufus finally strolled into his line of vision (he was sprawled out wide, pressed back against some cold and unyielding, later revealed to be a window), bare except for Rude�s own glasses and a wicked predatory smirk.

Rude knew he was literally fucked.

Wait - patience is a virtue

�Wait.� Rude growls into his ear, tightening his grip on the throbbing between Rufus� legs. The blond could blow the Turk�s head off right now; he needs and Rude just stopped.

Rude knows it�s all for the best. Rufus lives in a constant barrage of information and decisions. He needs to learn how to slow down and enjoy the finer things in life. He offers a kiss, and is rewarded with teeth.

Rufus understands the point of life lessons and such; but he feels they�re better saved for when he�s not being fucked against his desk. Waiting can come later.

Rhythm - pounding

There's something insanely intense about fucking against a nightclub wall.

For one thing, Rufus shouldn't be in this place; he's royalty walking amongst commoners, so he feels delightfully secretive and wicked, going in places he shouldn't be.

For another, Rude has an amazing way of matching the rhythm of some wordless, grinding electronica track as it makes the walls and all of the tightly packed bodies between pulsate. Rufus isn't sure what's more intense; indecency in a very public place, the fact that he wouldn't be caught dead here normally, or the way that Rude compliments the throbbing bass line.

Shift - comfort

He shifts to the right and finds himself wakened due to contact with something living and solid, one blue eye opening to make sure all was right in the world.
When Rude commits to sleep, he really does let himself relax; and Rufus finds himself tucking his face against the slumbering killer's neck.
Meteor is out to get him and Strife and his demented gang of hopefuls have his balls in a twist, but right now, he has peace in his domain. He manages to find a smile before he shifts again, intent on forgetting himself for a while longer.

Transparent - windows

Rufus has a wicked exhibitionist streak, and Rude supposes that's why he finds sex against a window such a thrillingly marvelous idea.

The president is smirking as he shoves the Turk against one of huge glass panes that make up the outward facing part of his office, perfectly manicured fingers playing havoc over his stiffening cock.

He manages to rasp out some sort of insult; something about Rufus being a twisted fuck, and the blond just smirks, the look in his eye hinting like Rude had just paid him the best compliment he'd heard all day.

�I'm glad you noticed.�

Reflection - watchmen

�I'm tellin' ya, watch the handicapped stall!� Tseng sighed and eyed Reno carefully, as he perched on the end of his seat like a child watching his favorite television show.

�Reno, what is so interesting about the bodily functions of Shinra employees?� Reno waved a hand and shushed the director, while Tseng contemplated the morality of cameras in employee bathrooms.

Tseng stared when ten minutes later, Rufus emerged from the stall, smoothing his hair into place and fixing his rumpled suit, followed by Rude straightening his tie and disposing of a pair of broken sunglasses.

�God I love security duty.�

Crave - mind over matter

The Turk does his best to keep his voice level as he says no.

�I'm well enough, Rude.� The President glowers at his underling, tempted to pull rank.

�Not by my standards.� The darker man murmurs, and Rufus is half tempted to smack him with the the pole suspending his IV drip.

�Since when did your standards matter?�

�Why are you pushing so hard for it?� And Rufus, being who he is, would never admit that he craved being with the Turk; that he missed intimacy almost as much as he missed his empire.

�Boredom.�

�Patience is a virtue.�

�Bastard.�

Fleeting - illicit

Rude knows better than to let himself lose control. Bad things always seem to happen whenever he lets himself be anything less than stalwart.

Sometimes though, especially when he's given the mouth of a bottle one too many kisses, Rude forgets about consequences, if only fleetingly.

Right now is one of those times.

Rufus is only fifteen and the boss' kid; Rude really shouldn't have his hand in the boy's monogrammed undershorts, but damned if those noises he's making aren't pretty.

Constant - sword of Damascus

The threat of Meteor is constantly over Rufus� head, and yet he handles himself with the unerring poise and absolute calm that lesser men couldn�t muster in the face of far more simple problems.

The Turks have noticed changes in their perfectionist god, though. Rufus wears concealing makeup around his eyes to hide the dark circles before he broadcasts a speech, and there are times when his hair and clothing shows signs of being less than immaculate.

Rude offers his arms and body, helping Rufus disarm in the middle of the night when he�s allowed to be something like human.

Fate - laughing

Rufus had never believed in god, but he did put stock in Fate.

He had learned early on that she was a fickle bitch; giver of the world with a sprig of parsley on a silver platter one minute, and the destroyer of all things held precious to oneself the next.

He had also learned that it was oh so satisfying to laugh at Fate, especially when he should have by all rights been dead, and that the best place to crow was in Rude's arms, thrusting his body down against the other man's and biting back loving little curses.

Again - like it is

�You won't always get your way with us, mister Shinra. And we'll be happy to remind you of that again and again.� Reno's speech is drawled and lazy with just a hint of wicked intention, but the rest of him speaks of complete and utter indifference. He's reading reports marked for the President's eyes only without a care.

Rufus would protest, but Rude's cock is rather good at stopping many functions of his mouth (other than the preferable ones), and steel fingers in his not so perfect hair are just as excellent at making sure the President goes nowhere fast.

Few - quality over quantity

As Meteor drew closer, their times together grew fewer.

So when Rufus managed to find time to shuck the rest of the world off of his shoulder, he spent that time with Rude.

Rude, in turn, did his damnedest to make sure those few times were worth double what sex every night would be. Rufus almost grinned as he shifted and his ass ached from where Rude had sunk his teeth in and fucked Rufus into forgetting his own name, occasionally brushing over any other one of his various scars of passionate devotion.

The pains made hell worth going through.

Vertigo - falling

Rufus is getting a head rush off of staring over the edge of the Shinra Inc. tower, and he�s loving every fucking second of it. His knuckles are white on black handrail and he�s not sure if his stomach is knotting because of the sense of falling or from the way that Rude is pressing him over the edge with every heavy thrust.

Rude is growling in his ear, and he�s snarling back with praises and curses,whatever comes dripping out of his mouth because his mind is completely blank; he�s falling and he�s bursting, and he�s loving every minute.

Inverse - differentiations

They were mostly opposites.

The most obvious inverses were the differences in mannerisms and size, and the two of them played off of one another. Rude's size made up for Rufus' lack, while Rufus' mouth made up for Rude's silence.

Their differences carried over to their sex. Rude preferred slow and heavy fucking, and taking his time to make sure Rufus had a certain odd shift in his gait the next day. Rufus, however, lived for immediate, hard, and fast side.

Sometimes they compromised, and others they fought for dominance with teeth and tongue.

There was never a dull moment.