Life is Good at the Top

Okay, there are two parts to my Turk arc that you can get to via my profile entitled:
Tall, Dark and Vampy? Then Dinner is Served.
Dances of Subterfuge

But this can be read solo, enjoy....

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Reno was nervous, he didn’t like to admit it, but he was. To top it off he was sweating, he could feel beads of it running down his neck, and the manilla file in his hand was getting stained with sweaty finger marks. He really didn’t want to admit that he was nervous about giving this report to Rufus. His reaction to Reno’s findings aside he was worried he wouldn’t be able to give his report… not without problems at least. Mainly what was on his mind was Rufus’ ability to see straight through people, and he didn’t want that. The particular thing on his mind was that when he had jerked off in the bathroom it had been to images of Rufus fucking him, his own little illicit fantasy. He thought that Rufus might even be interested in him, well if the sly looks he’d just caught were anything to go by…

No, don’t even go there, that is a recipe for disaster. He took a deep breath. That was a very, very dangerous train of thought, the potential for being screwed over, in every sense of the word, was through the roof. Nope not thinking about it, not thinking about it… So why was he sweating then, why was he nervous? He slammed his fist into the wall as he made his way to Rufus’ office, not caring when one of the female administrative staff – a relatively new addition to the growing workforce of the new ShinRa empire – looked at him scandalized, because the random act of violence made him feel better.

“Get used to it.” He muttered to her as he passed, well she would be seeing a lot more of that as time wore on, as well as Turk’s covered in blood spatter.

In the old days, before Sephiroth came back from the dead, batshit crazy and under the influence of the blue alien bitch from hell, ShinRa was a real power in the world. In those days the mere sight of the Turk uniform was enough to scare the crap out of lesser mortals, mainly because there was often blood on the uniform, and if you were really unlucky, pieces of brain matter too. Okay so Sephiroth hadn’t been dead after all and the world had changed, but Turks were still Turks, while they had been doing the menial shit, now the ShinRa Electric Power Company, sorry, now the newly dubbed ShinRa Inc – new image and all that fluffy shit – was getting back on its feet, now they were going back to what they used to do. That was why Rufus wanted Valentine back on the payroll and wanted to know what was going on.

But in all this thinking and procrastinating he was now at Rufus’ office door and had been stood there for a few seconds, hesitating to knock. Fuck, of all the things he had done that should give him nightmares, that should make him pause and he normally didn’t bat an eyelid giving his report. This time he was trying to put it off over something so stupid. One last deep breath and he moved to knock but never got the chance.

“Are you just going to stand there and make the place look untidy all day Reno?” Came the imperious voice from inside.

Damn it! Just how does he do that?

With a sigh Reno opened the door, walking in straightening his jacket self-consciously. Rufus watched that part with particular interest. What on Gaea could have ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-anything’ Reno self-conscious?

“Is there something you wanted, or was there some other reason for hovering outside the door?”

Great, just fucking perfect. Rufus was obviously in a less than happy mood, not what he had wanted when he gave this report. It meant that if Rufus got pissed off by this he was going to be the one taking the flak, and he would be taking it out of Tseng’s hide later, after tearing Reno a new one first. Nothing for it other than to get off his ass and take what was coming.

“You wanted this report yo’.”

He tried not to fidget and reveal the fact he was sweating, damning himself for even being nervous in the first place. He walked up to the desk and softly tossed the folder down in front of his employer. Rufus briefly noted the sweaty stains from Reno’s fingers, as did the redhead though he managed through a miraculous feat of self control not to wince. So Reno was nervous about his reaction, well this was interesting. It looked like his day had just become a lot more worth his while, and toying with Reno, well that classified as prime entertainment. He let his eye drop to the folder before looking up into Reno’s emerald ones.

“Why don’t you summarize for me Reno. What have you found?”

Reno swallowed hard, he couldn’t help it, it was the way blue eyes were boring into him, like they could see into the depths of his soul. Damn he was not one to scare easy, not after all he had done working for ShinRa, but right now he felt a twinge of fear. Rufus had fixated on him and this could not be good. Rufus could have his answer in seconds if he just opened the folder, but it seemed he wanted to draw this out. Yup, he was already fucking with him. With a small cough he cleared his throat hoping that his voice wouldn’t betray him.

“Well, Tseng met Valentine a couple of hours after you sent him out, looked like all they did was talk the shit and all, but there was something fishy going on. Valentine went to leave, looked like he bumped shoulders with Tseng on purpose. I couldn’t be sure, but I think a note was passed between them, not that I could see it, I was in the wrong place.”

“I see, and what led you to that conclusion?”

Reno fought the urge to sigh, it might look patronising; you did not patronise Rufus ShinRa if you wanted to live.

“It was the way they looked at each other. Got me suspicious.”

“Suspicious?” The blond repeated, his interest well and truly piqued. “Well do enlighten me to this… look.”

He hadn’t wanted to say it, to spark of Rufus’ temper, which could be violent at best, but there was no voiding it.

“Look, I’ve been around yo’, I’ve seen that look a million times over. They looked hungry.”

“Hungry?”

“Yeah you know, like when two people have fucked and they want another round.”

That stopped Rufus dead. Now this wasn’t expected, not of Tseng at least, he knew him well, and could be even less expected of Valentine. Had repression finally taken its toll on them both?

“I do believe that your reports have them as not been near each other in the last three weeks.” He pointed out.

“That’s right, must have done the dirty last time, maybe why it took Tseng so long to get back to ya’.”

Rufus nodded, well that would make Tseng’s behaviour make more sense, and explain the feeling that he was hiding something. And it might also explain the slight stiffness in his Head of Department, he observed, a slight smirk barely visible on his features. The slip in expression wasn’t missed by his subordinate and it allowed him to hope that he might get out of this with his scalp.

“So…”

Rufus made sure he had eye contact with the Turk, who in his discomfort was looking delectable, and now he had real suspicions as to why he was out of sorts was teeming with ideas of how he could play with the redhead, and none of them were innocent.

“Are they?” He leaned forward in his chair, elbows resting on his desk, fingers lacing together, looking up at Reno with piercing eyes. “You know… fucking?”

Reno was unable to prevent the slightest flinch as Rufus shot out that last word as sharply as he might with a blade. He also knew in that instant that the way this might go had changed. He didn’t seemed peeved but interested, and in a way that had his heart pounding in his chest. Sweet Gaea he was being provocative, but to what end? Not trusting his voice he stepped right up to the desk, leaning over it to open the folder at the pictures he’d taken. In the process of doing so he revealed an expanse of milky skin through the open collar of his slightly grubby shirt, something blue eyes snapped to. Shit, so Rufus really was interested in him. Fuck this report might just end in a rather… sticky situation if the predatory look in those eyes was anything to go by. Rufus had been on edge for weeks, and it looked like he had chosen his toy to take out that frustration on. Well fuck.

There would be no getting out of this, if Rufus wanted something he got it. Though he could be reading way too much into this, his fantasies running out of control, he had to get a hold on himself. Rufus was just fucking with him, he would never dream of lowering himself to screwing someone like him, but as the illicit thoughts were already free and combining with the strangely charged atmosphere between them, he felt stirrings in the pit of his belly. Oh just fucking great, nice time for the libido to kick in you ass. Right unpleasant thoughts… Heidegger naked, eww gross! The thought – while probably going to take some branding from his brain with alcohol later, and a lot of it at that - was enough for him to be able to concentrate, opening the folder at the small stack of pictures he had taken.

Instantly Rufus’ eyes were drawn to them - it was hard not to be, the two dark haired men, both beautiful in the throws of lust. Rufus picked them up and sat back, slowly going through them with an interested and imperious arch of his eyebrow. Reno quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The focus was not on him right now and Rufus was calm, almost eerily so given the situation. Though the enjoyment with which he was looking at the pictures was also quite disturbing. Fucking perve. Oh and what does that make you then, you were the one hard as a fucking rock watching them go at it. And now his inner Reno was arguing with him. But he had other things to worry about as he shifted uncomfortably when Rufus’ gaze returned to him.

“They are quite the pair to look at.” He mused, utterly amused at how Reno was behaving. Time to have some real fun. “How was it… watching them?”

He savoured the slightly panicked look in Reno’s eyes, loved having the power over his death dealers. He subtly moved to push the button that locked the door to his office, making sure that no-one disturbed them. If he could push Reno the right way, he would claim what he had been wanting for a while.

“What do you mean boss?” Reno found his mouth suddenly dry and he was stalling for time since his brain was blowing a fuse.

“Don’t play coy with me Reno, they look hot together in these pictures, and I can tell they weren’t the easiest to take.”

Indeed the camera was obviously not held steady from the way these pictures were framed, and the idea that Reno got hard from his voyeurism was delicious, causing stirrings in his own groin which were amplified by the pleasure of toying with Reno like this. The redhead was so fucked and was just starting to realise it. Though he wanted Reno to be willing, not just bending over for him because he was his boss. If Reno asked to leave he would let him, but he suspected that his loudmouthed Turk wanted this as much as he did, he was starting to look a little overheated and was fidgeting on his feet. In fact Reno was scrabbling for self control, just thinking about what he had seen was getting him hot and bothered, and Rufus was watching him with intense eyes. It was a heady combination that had the first threads of arousal weaving through his blood. He was feeling out of control and didn’t know how to handle this, which for the normally boisterous Turk was unsettling.

“Did you get hard watching them fuck?”

Reno was floored by the blatancy of the question, but hey that was Rufus for you. But he was looking vaguely like a goldfish. And Rufus was getting up, coming out from behind that desk and approaching him. He didn’t want to back down, show weakness, so stood his ground as Rufus got up in his face. Though he couldn’t help the yelp that left him when Rufus suddenly grabbed at his slowly waking arousal. It was every wet dream and fantasy he’d had about the blond come true and he couldn’t help but press into the hand kneading his now rapidly growing erection. Rufus leaned in close to his ear.

“I think you got yourself off watching them, you’re getting hard just thinking about it.”

“No.” Reno protested weakly. “It wasn’t like that.”

Oh fuck it was hard to think when the man of his fantasies was palming his cock. There was hot breath wafting over the shell of his ear making him shiver, his blood burning as suddenly everything he had ever wanted was happening and was real. He knew Rufus might be fucking with him but he didn’t care, this felt too good and if it was only this he got from the object of his lust he could die happy. Rufus was pressed against him, lips brushing against his cheek as he spoke in a soft, husky tone.

“Oh no? Then why were you nervous about giving your report, why were you sweating, and why are you hard now?”

Reno groaned, feeling like his knees were going to buckle beneath him, this was just too good. Rufus domineering and confident and so fucking hot as he purred in his ear. If this was his idea of interrogation then Rufus could interrogate him any time he liked and he would tell him anything he wanted to know. With a shove Rufus pushed Reno towards the desk, the Turk half collapsing against it, the edge of the large cherry wood furniture digging into his ass as he clung onto it for purchase as he shook his head.

“You gotta believe me yo’.”

Rufus smirked and closed the distance between them, lasciviously drinking in the sight of the very obvious bulge in Reno’s pants. His fingers caressed his trapped length before going to work on the redhead’s belt, an action which almost blew a fuse in Reno’s overwhelmed brain.

“It’s a little hard to believe you when you have this.” He said as he undid the fly and slid his hand into the Turk’s pants.

Reno let loose a strangled cry of want as Rufus’ hand wrapped itself round his straining erection. Oh fuck, no fantasy he’d ever had was as hot as this.

“You are hard as a rock. You trying to tell me you didn’t get hard watching them?”

Rufus refused to believe it when he had begun to get aroused only looking at the pictures, and in the process of teasing his delightful redhead he must be as hard as his toy was.

“No…” Reno breathed thickly, unable to think as Rufus had begun to stroke him off firmly.

“Ah so you did get hard. And don’t tell me you had the self control to walk away without indulging yourself. How did it feel, getting yourself off while watching them? Was it intoxicating to see them fuck?”

Reno was panting hard, beads of sweat rolling down his neck, Rufus watching, licking his lips as a couple collected in the hollow of his throat, fighting the urge to lean forward and lap them up, to taste the Turk’s fevered skin. He would indulge himself, but not yet.

“Didn’t watch.” Reno ground out between pants and moans. “Took the pictures was all, I swear.”

“But you’ve already admitted you were hard Reno and I know you didn’t walk out with a hard on. I know you got your rocks off.” Rufus said with a grin.

“Not watching them, not to them.”

“Oh no?” Rufus was really interested, did he have a rival he needed to take care of? “Who then?”

Reno writhed under the burning touch, biting his tongue to avoid blurting it out. He still had his pride, he was a Turk damn it, he wouldn’t let secrets slip so easily. But Rufus wasn’t having this, he would have the truth and now. He tightened his grip to the point of being painful making Reno cry out.

“Tell me, or you have to walk out of that door hard and frustrated.”

Reno’s knuckles were white, contrasting against the cherry wood of the desk as he struggled to hold on, but against that threat? Oh no don’t stop, please don’t stop! He was incredibly lucky he hadn’t blurted that out loud. He couldn’t take this, his body trembling in anxious need for release, utterly desperate and now willing to do anything to reach it.

“This!” He blurted out. “You, fucking me raw!” He groaned.

Rufus grinned, Reno was his body and soul.

“That’s my boy.” He murmured.

Reno whimpered as the hand let go of him entirely, slithering out of his pants. Shit, Rufus had just been fucking with him, but as he looked into piercing blue eyes he knew this wasn’t over. As Rufus ran a thumb almost tenderly over his bottom lip he knew he would do anything Rufus asked of him, as a Turk, a lover, a man… anything. The moan that escaped him when the blond kissed him was a mixture of relief and lust, utterly lost to this now as he was pressed hard into the wooden desk. Rufus plundered his mouth hungrily and Reno let him, still a little stunned that this was happening, but it was hard to argue with the fact that his boss was plastered to him, had a handful of his fiery locks and was doing things with his tongue that he prayed to all the Gods were an echo of what the blond planned to do to him. All thoughts of Rufus just messing with his head were gone, considering his boss was unashamedly grinding his erection into him he knew he had nothing to worry about.

But suddenly Rufus pulled back, looking slightly dishevelled for the first time since Reno had met him, both breathing hard. Rufus wondered if the Turk had any idea how wanton he looked right now. Lips swollen from brutal kisses, pants held up only because he was leaning against the desk, his erection hard and bobbing out in the open air. But he could look more debauched.

“Lose the jacket.” He said thickly. “And open your shirt.”

Reno didn’t hesitate, the unwanted piece of clothing happily removed in a flash, he was way too hot anyway. As he hurriedly worked at his buttons Rufus ran his fingers through blond hair, straightening it up a little, taking off his immaculate white suit jacket, beginning to make himself a little more comfortable, loosening his own collar. But as Reno was about to shrug off the now open shirt, he stopped him.

“No, you look wonderful like that, just needs a little something…”

He gently pulled the goggles out of the flame red hair and discarded them on the desk, momentarily caressing the red tattoo on his cheek. Only one thing left now to have Reno looking perfect. He leaned forward, taking the time to caress the hot and bared skin of his prize’s chest as he leaned into the redhead’s ear.

“On your knees.” He purred.

Reno groaned, and happily sank to his knees, before the man he’d wanted for a while. This was shaping up to be one amazing day. Nimble fingers quickly unfastened the belt that held up expensive white suit trousers, unzipping the fly and quickly pulling out the throbbing erection hidden within. Reno grinned as he found that Rufus, like himself, preferred to go out sans underwear. Hmm, he always knew Rufus was a kinky bastard and all this was proving him right over and over again. He was quickly stroking that hard length, licking his lips, the sight of that pink tongue provocatively wetting them making Rufus shiver. He couldn’t wait, and tangled a hand in flame coloured locks and encouraged his lover forward. Reno chuckled and obliged happily.

Rufus groaned as that tongue swirled round the sensitive head of his straining erection, as his lover continued to stroke the length of it firmly, lavishing the sensitive organ with teasing licks, searching out all of his sweet spots. He was about to lose patience but it seemed Reno really could read him perfectly as those perfect lips parted and he took him in. Rufus couldn’t help but moan, his eyes sliding closed. Reno had quite the reputation and it was very well earned from the way he was working him. It was heaven and he knew he would not last long. He was too aroused, being pleasured expertly, and while he would like to see Reno swallow his release, then taste himself in that gorgeous loud mouth, that would have to wait till another time. Today he wanted to claim Reno as his own. He held on for as long as he dared, before shoving him back and pulling the Turk to his feet. He roughly claimed that mouth in a kiss, tasting his own pre-come on the redhead’s talented tongue. But he needed more and fast, so ended the kiss, presenting him with his fingers.

“Suck.” He commanded.

Reno grinned, oh this was turning out to be a spectacular day.

“Sure thing, you’re the boss yo’.”

Rufus was about to chastise him for being too mouthy, or rather, not in the right way, but Reno was already obediently sucking on his fingers, his tongue working just as hard on them as it had been on his shaft. It was enough to make Rufus growl, shoving the shirt off one shoulder and attacking the creamy neck. Reno moaned round the fingers in his mouth as Rufus marked him, relishing the pain of teeth against his neck, giving him a bruise that would take days to heal, not that he cared. But Rufus had only so much patience.

“On the desk, now.” He growled as his fingers slipped wetly from between perfect lips.

With a grin Reno toed off his shoes, let his pants fall to the floor in a rustle of fabric before hitching up onto the cherry wood, shoving files out of the way, the photos of Tseng and Vincent together falling to the floor in the process. Rufus groaned. Reno was splayed across his desk on his back, propped up by his elbows, only half wearing his shirt as it was completely open and off one shoulder. The only other thing he wore was the mark he’d just given him and a hungry smile, hard erection rising boldly from between spread thighs. Rufus wasted no time in starting to prepare his wanton lover, loving watching him arch his back, thrusting with his hips as first one finger, then two worked at his tight entrance. By the time the third was added Reno was a panting mess, the intrusion grazing his sweet spot as Rufus finger-fucked him expertly.

“Oh fuck! Rufus…”

Rufus grinned as he observed his Turk coming undone, scarlet bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat, green eyes half closed in lust and pleasure, chest heaving as he gasped for air, hips thrusting in time with the movements of the preparing hand. He looked like a wanton whore, and he sounded like one with the curses and moans that fell from between pretty, swollen lips. But they had both had about enough of foreplay, eager for the real thing. Reno hissed as the fingers filling him retreated, making him feel hollow and empty, but he did not have long to wait before he got exactly what he had been fantasizing about. He cried out sharply as with a harsh thrust his employer buried himself to the hilt inside his body, and he collapsed entirely onto the desk as hands were guiding his shaking legs round a slim waist. Fuck this was heaven. He was getting fucked by the man of his fantasies across the desk. It was hotter than hell, though he couldn’t help but wonder if this was going to leave marks in the furniture. He sure as hell wouldn’t be looking at the desk in the same way ever again.

But Rufus was grabbing his wrists, pinning them to the desk. He was a man who had to be in control of everything, which was why the whole geostigma thing had pissed him right off. But as the blonde started to use him roughly, thrusting into him mercilessly every last shred of control and dignity fell from Reno’s grasp. He lay there, panting and moaning, begging and pleading shamelessly for more, for release, for anything as every thrust took him closer and closer to orgasm. It was crazy, it was unreal and it was fucking everything he had ever wanted from sex. And even as Reno closed his eyes in utter rapture, Rufus’ never left his captured little toy that was writhing beneath him. It had to be the single most unutterably beautiful sight on the planet. Watching Reno lose what little inhibitions he had left, surrender everything to him, allowing him to own him in every way possible was exactly what he needed and he could feel his own release approaching on swift wings at having such an accommodating lover.

Gaea only knew what the administration staff must have thought from the cries coming from the locked office, but they didn’t matter, they couldn’t get in anyway, and nothing and no-one could stop them now. Rufus’ thrusts became wild and erratic as his climax loomed, beginning to feel Reno tighten round him, could see the redhead’s testicles draw up close to his body before all of a sudden Reno went rigid with a hoarse scream, muscles clamping around his length, enough to force Rufus into release, the bliss shattering them both. And then came the silence after the screams, only punctuated by two sets of ragged breathing as they slowly came down from the intense euphoria. Reno lay boneless, legs slipping from their death grip round Rufus. He just lay blissed out until Rufus moved getting off him. Now for the unpleasant part of sex.

He dared to tiredly open his eyes and look up at the blond, who was calmly readjusting his attire with a satisfied smirk on his features.

“So you’re not going to kill me yo’?”

Rufus chuckled. “Why would I kill you when I haven’t yet had chance to fuck you in every way I can think of yet?”

Reno grinned, oh some deity was smiling on him. But it had only taken Rufus a minute and he was looking pristine as ever, buttoning up his collar and reaching for the suit jacket he had discarded earlier.

“What about Tseng?” Reno still did not know what Rufus had in mind in the wake of his discovery.

Rufus just looked at the debauched mess that was his well fucked lover still draped over expensive cherry wood.

“As much as I like you decorating my desk, it does make it difficult to get any business done.” He said sternly.

Reno got the message, don’t ask stupid questions and sort your ass out. A little stiffly he dismounted and began to retrieve scattered clothing, slowly getting dressed. Rufus in the meanwhile was rearranging the files that had been scattered, picking up the incriminating pictures from off the floor. He smiled as he took a last look of them, a rather dishevelled looking Reno retrieving his goggles and putting them back on his head. Reno was biting his tongue to avoid asking the question as Rufus settled calmly behind his desk, acting and looking like nothing had happened, which was more than could be said for the Turk. But Rufus knew Reno wanted to know.

“Tseng and I will be having a little talk, we shall see what happens from there.” He said simply, now releasing the lock on the door.

Reno knew he was dismissed, not that he minded, while a little sore he was feeling on top of the world. He couldn’t help but grin at the scandalized look on the administrative staff’s faces as he strutted out of the office, rumpled and a mess, green eyes shining happily. He paused at the new girl’s desk.

“Get used to it.” He said with a grin repeating his earlier words before sauntering out.

The poor woman’s mouth flapped open and closed a couple of times before the intercom rang making her jump out of her skin.

“Y…yes Mr ShinRa sir?” She answered it shakily.

“Call maintenance, tell them I want my office soundproofed as soon as possible.”

Inside his office Rufus grinned as over the intercom he could hear the thud of her body as it hit the floor when she fainted at the mere thought. Oh life really was good at the top.