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Shinra Afterhours	By : WineDivine Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Shinra Afterhours
- 2-Part 2
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Not to be taken seriously. No flames please. Story gets progressively worse in content. Rated MA. Warnings- everything imaginable.

Disclaimer: FFVII=Square soft/Enix. I own nothing, and make no money from this.

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Shin-Ra Afterhours

Part 1.

Rufus Shinra had everything planned out. He had been preparing for this night for a quite a while now and tonight seemed like the perfect night to act. The young Vice President bounded to his office with a devious grin on his handsome face. Once he was situated behind his desk, he turned on his computer and typed eagerly at the keyboard. When his message was completed, he sent out an e-mail to several executives, urging them to respond back as soon as possible.

The first to respond back was Tseng. The Head Turk checked his email often and made himself readily available to the President, and his son. The next to respond was Reeve, who was also prompt in his doings. Genesis, Angeal and Lazard all confirmed his request as well. Rufus was very satisfied that he had received a ‘yes’ from almost all of the invitations he’d sent out, but he was still waiting on one more. He wasn’t sure that this person would even respond to such a request, even if Rufus was the VP.

Finally, the response came toward the end of the workday. A wide grin graced his face as he read the message that indeed confirmed that the great General Sephiroth would be in attendance. The eighteen year old Vice-President signed off of his computer and made to leave. He glanced at his watch and noted the time. It was five-thirty, which meant he had two hours until this evening’s festivities would begin.

Rufus had invited his specifically selected guests over to his own personal mansion for drinks and casual talk; at least, that’s what they thought they were coming for. The sly blond had ulterior motives for inviting not only the most influential men in Shin-Ra, but the most handsome men as well. Rufus was quite attracted to all of them, but they were all so stringent and work oriented. They never seemed to have time for anything outside of their professions.

The malicious blond wanted to see how they behaved when they were not working. He had also requested that no uniforms be worn to the small social event. He wanted no trace of work to be infused tonight. He wanted everyone to have a good time and be themselves. He wanted the executives to experience a night they’d never forget, or never want to remember.

… … … … … … … … …

Two hours later, Rufus was dressed in a white collared shirt with khaki pants. He was more than eager for his guests to arrive and waited anxiously for them. The first car that pulled up was a jet black Porsche. Rufus grinned widely through the window he was peeking out of as his first guest of the night stepped out. The blond had dismissed all of his staff for tonight, and therefore had to answer the door himself.

Rufus could barely restrain the blush that rose to his cheeks at the sight of the Turk. He had selected a dark red V-neck shirt with sleeves that were folded up to his elbows. But what made Rufus want to ravish the man where he stood, were the pants he was wearing. Tight black leather pants shaped his legs beautifully, and the boots he wore were of the finest design. He did not know the Turk shared the same affinity for leather like the Great General Sephiroth.

“Why Tseng, it is so good to see you. I’m glad you could make it.” he said, desperately trying to will his blush away. “Please come in.”

The gorgeous man smiled lightly and pulled back a long strand of dark hair behind his ear. “Thank you.” he said politely before entering. As Tseng walked past, Rufus’ heated gaze lingered upon the Turk’s tight leather clad ass. His fingers twitched as he had the sudden urge to grope that glorious bottom.

A few minutes later, Reeve the Engineer and Director Lazard arrived together. They both wore similar attire, black slacks and dress shirts, though Reeve wore a blue one and Lazard a pale green. They looked very nice in their attire and Rufus eagerly invited them in. Right as they were entering, another vehicle had arrived. It was a bright blue sports car with racing stripes. Rufus was mildly surprised when the strong, masculine, first class SOLDIER Angeal stepped out of the driver’s side and Genesis on the passenger side.

He greeted them eagerly as well, noting Angeal’s black blazer and dark blue jeans, with cowboy boots. The boots threw Rufus off, but not as much as Genesis’ attire. The auburn haired SOLDIER had on blue skinny leg jeans and a red and black checkered shirt. A fashionable black scarf was tossed over his shoulders casually. The shoes he wore were brilliant, with every color imaginable.

Angeal greeted him with a pleasant smile, while Genesis simply nodded his head. Rufus showed them to the room they’d be using. Tseng and Reeve were conversing lightly, while Lazard was looking at the various selections on alcohol Rufus had. When he entered the parlor with Angeal and Genesis, everyone greeted them politely. Genesis took a seat in a chair in the corner away from everyone, while Angeal selected a spot on the sofa next to Lazard.

“We are still waiting on one more person, but feel free to access the beverages.” Rufus said. Genesis rose up almost immediately and headed over to the extensive bar, as did a few others.

Soon the door bell rang and Rufus practically raced to the front door to great them. He opened the door a little more abruptly than he would have liked, but he felt justified once he laid eyes on the man standing in front of him. The great General had exchanged his black leather uniform for a silk, navy dress shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing his chest and finely chiseled torso. He wore black dress pants, his outfit accented by navy blue alligator shoes and blue rimmed aviators atop his silver head.

Rufus stood in the doorway, staring dumbly at the beautiful man in front of him. Sephiroth didn’t even wait for an invitation to enter; he just walked in past the dumbfounded blond and into the parlor. Suddenly snapping out of his daze, Rufus blurted out.

“Please come in!” sounding all too eager, only to realized that the General was not in the doorway anymore. He closed the door and followed the domineering man into the room where the other executives were. When Sephiroth arrived, all eyes immediately flew to him. Rufus could almost swear he saw a flicker of something in Tseng’s eye as the General entered, but dismissed it as a fluke.

“Arriving fashionable late I see.” Angeal said to Sephiroth, all in good humor of course. Sephiroth snickered at his comment and headed over to the bar area. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and promptly sat down in what had been Tseng’s spot. He casually sipped at his drink and closed his eyes as he did, enjoying the burn of whiskey down his throat. Once everyone had their drink of choice, and were seated, Rufus took the center.

“Glad you all could come. I know we’re going to have a great time together.” Rufus said, making a huge effort to suppress the sly grin that threatened to rise. The exec’s nodded their heads in agreement.

Yes, Rufus thought. Tonight is going to be a great night. They don’t even know what I have in store for them.

Rufus poured himself a glass of red wine and sat between Tseng and Sephiroth on the sofa. It was relatively quiet, no one wanting to be rude and talk loudly. Rufus began conversing with Tseng for a while until he heard Reeve and Lazard talking about business. Rufus immediately snapped.

“There will be NO discussing of Shin-Ra business tonight.” he hissed in their direction. Lazard changed subjects quickly, but not before uncharacteristically rolling his deep blue eyes. Rufus couldn’t help but smile. So, the director has a bit of an attitude problem. He thought in amusement. He continued conversing with the Turk, although he wasn’t really paying attention to what was being said. His attentions were on the man’s mouth. He found himself becoming enthralled by the way the Turk’s full, pale pink lips formed his words. The slight sight of his tongue as he spoke sent pleasurable chills up his spine.

However, the conversations were becoming stale and dull and Rufus didn’t know how much he could take. He decided to begin phase one of his plans. He politely excused himself from Tseng and stood up and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Okay everyone; I have a surprise for you all.” Rufus couldn’t even suppress his grin this time. “Tonight, we are going to play some games.”

“What kind of games?” Angeal asked innocently.

“I could go for a game of chess.” Lazard said ecstatically.

“Or backgammon!” Reeve joined in.

Rufus shook his head. What the hell was wrong with these people?

“Not what I had in mind.” The young blond stated. “I was actually hoping we could play some adult games.”

“Oh I know,” Reeve began. “We could play CLUE™! That is a very adult game.”

Rufus was dumbfounded. “How the hell is CLUE an adult game?”

“Well…” Reeve began, but Rufus effectively cut him off.

“The game I actually had in mind was,” he paused momentarily to build up the tension. “Drink or dare.”

Rufus could have died of laughter at the looks of horror on their faces. Oh, this was going to be good. The mischievous blond went over to the bar and pulled out a pitcher and filled it with beer. He placed it on the coffee table, along with seven shot glasses. He sat down next to the table. A wide grin graced his face.

“Now, who wants to be first?” Rufus said smugly, enjoying the look on their faces. Especially Reeve, the refined man looked so mortally horrified it was almost comical. Tseng was the first to protest.

“With all due respect Sir, I do not think this is a game that everyone would feel comfortable playing.” He received a few nods from the people around him.

“Sir, I think…” Reeve had begun, only to be cut off by Rufus again.

“All of you, just shut the hell up and play the damn game.” he yelled in annoyance.

“But, I do not want to…” Lazard started. Rufus shot him a fierce look.

“Play the damn game.” he said, staring directly into Lazard’s eye, which eerily reminded him of his own.

“Some of us do not want to play this ridiculous, childish game.” Lazard said, heatedly. Rufus did not falter.

“Everyone is playing and if they do not, I will consider that person a coward because it’s just a damn game.” Rufus stated sharply.

“Maybe only the people who want to play should play?” Angeal suggested. Rufus was growing frustrated. They really were making this more difficult than it has to be. What was wrong with these people? Rufus had pulled each of their files to know that not a single one of them, besides Reeve, was a day over twenty-four. They acted so straight laced; one would think they were a lot older than they were. Rufus sighed in aggravation.

“No, Angeal, Everyone is playing. Everyone! No exceptions!” Rufus yelled in a firm voice. There were murmurs of objection and Rufus grumbled in annoyance. Suddenly, Genesis retreated from his sanctity in the corner of the room and came and sat beside Rufus. A wide sly smile graced his elegant and regal face.

“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess, We seek it thus, and take it to the sky, Ripples form on the water’s surface, The wandering soul knows no rest.” He said listlessly.

“What?” Rufus said, confused. The auburn haired man grinned madly.

“I’ll play.” Genesis said with confidence. Rufus, as well as everyone else in the room, was surprised by Genesis sudden participation. Rufus could feel a shift in the room; suddenly it wasn’t so tense as it had been before.

A soft sigh of submission spilled through Tseng’s lips as the Turk took a place around the table. “I’m in.” the Turk said. “But I know I’m going to regret this. I just know it.”

After Tseng had committed to the game, so did Reeve and Angeal. The only ones who had not relented were Sephiroth and Lazard. The other blond seemed hell-bent on dismissing the game.

“This is not acceptable.”Lazard said pompously. “What would your father say if he knew you were playing such games? Aren’t you too young to drink anyway?”

“You know as well as I do that there is no drinking age in Midgar. Now stop complaining and come play. You too Sephiroth.”

The attention was turned to the General, who had not so much as voiced an opinion on the matter. The silver haired general shrugged his shoulders and casually moved to the floor beside Tseng, silently agreeing to play the game. They only person who hadn’t given in was Lazard. The pristine director flipped his long blond hair and sighed.

“Why must we play this game? Why not chess or checkers?” Lazard asked, trying desperately to get Rufus to understand. The young blond looked uninterested and shook his head.

“Just play the damn game!” Rufus shouted to the other blond. Lazard shook his head.

“I think…” Lazard had begun, but didn’t get to finish his sentence as Tseng unexpectedly kicked him in the back of his knees, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground. Rufus hadn’t even seen the Turk move to the other side.

“There, he’s sitting down ready to play. Let’s go.” The Turk said, obviously he had been as fed up with Lazard’s bitching as Rufus had been.

The other blond shot Tseng a death glare, but otherwise remained seated. “You will pay for that Turk.” He hissed out. Tseng rolled his eyes, ignoring the threat.

Now that everyone was playing, Rufus was able to go over the rules. “Okay everyone, the rules are as thus: You either take a dare or take a shot. If you refuse to take a dare, then you have to drink 3 shots. Pretty simple huh? Oh, and if you refuse to do a dare, you will be tied up and striped of your clothing. Then you will be kicked out onto the street. Understood?”

They all nodded their heads. Rufus smiled. “I’ll go first.” He looked around the table and sought out who he would like to dare. His eyes locked with Reeve and he smiled. “Reeve it is then.”

The engineer suddenly grew nervous and gulped. “So Reeve, what’s it gonna be, dare or drink?” Rufus asked with great amusement. Oh this was the best idea he’d ever had, the sheer look of horror on Reeve’s face was priceless. From seemingly out of nowhere, a flash was illuminated and all eyes turned to the source. Apparently Reeve’s face was so priceless; Angeal had to take a picture. Laughter erupted from the table and good spirits increased.

“Come on Reeve; make up your damn mind.” Rufus said impatiently. The dark haired man sighed in disbelief and silently whispered out his response, though no one could hear him.

“What?” Rufus inquired.

“I said…” Reeve drifted off to his quiet voice again.

“Damn it Reeve, I can’t hear what you’re saying.”

“He said dare.” Tseng answered for him.

“Dare it is then!” Rufus yelled excitedly.

“Wait, I didn’t say...” Reeve tried to get out.

“Too late!” Rufus cut him off.

Reeve shot a death glare at Tseng. Now the Turk had both Lazard and Reeve at his throat. Tseng didn’t seem to mind, though. He was used to threats; he was a Turk after all. Rufus really didn’t think to hard about the dare, he just said the first thing that came to his mind.

“I dare you to shave your beard off.”

As if it were possible, Reeve looked even more horrified than before. “No! Oh gods no!” Reeve jumped up from his position and made to exit the parlor, and probably the house. But Tseng grabbed his ankle and made him fall to the ground. Reeve hit the carpeted ground hard, so hard in fact he was rendered unconscious. They all gathered around to inspect his fallen form. Rufus poked the unconscious man in the head and Reeve’s arm twitched.

“Yep, he’s dead.” Rufus stated, trying to sound regretful, which lasted about a half a second. “Well, let’s shave him anyway.” Sephiroth and Tseng both carried Reeve’s limp form to the bathroom to be shaved.

About ten minutes later, the laid a freshly shaved and hairless faced Reeve on the floor. He looked younger without the beard, but he lacked the refined sophistication he had when he had it. Rufus peered at his limp form and uncaringly slapped him in the face. Reeve, startled from his sleep, immediately bounded up with a look of surprise.

“Glad to see your awake, it’s you turn.” Rufus stated.

“Um…okay then.” Reeve said scratching his head in confusion. Apparently he hadn’t noticed he had been shaved just yet. No one wanted to tell him, so the game continued without him realizing.

Reeve didn’t need to look around the table in order to pick his victim. His gaze immediately set on Tseng. “Drink or die, Turk.” he hissed out.

“Um…it’s drink or dare.” Rufus corrected. Reeve shook his head.

“No, I meant die!” he was practically yelling in the Turk’s ear. Tseng rolled his eyes.

“I pick drink.” The Turk said, not wanting to risk his chances with the furious Reeve. Rufus poured the three shots and passed them over to Tseng. They all watched in awe as Tseng took one and downed it like a pro. He downed another and then another, before wiping his mouth off with his hand. Rufus was impressed. He didn’t know Tseng could drink so well.

Apparently, the Turk could not drink. Tseng abruptly stood up and started have a severe coughing fit. His eyes were watery and he was starting to swear profusely through his coughs. Suddenly, Reeve stood up and pointed his finger at Tseng in a mocking motion.

“That’s what you get for being conniving!” he mocked. Lazard nodded his head in agreement.

Tseng flipped them both off. “You*cough* can both* cough* go to* cough cough* fuck* hack*-ing hell!”

Reeve and Lazard ignored his outburst and smiled at each other, both happy of the current event. Eventually, Tseng’s coughs died down and he resumed his position. It was his turn. He looked around the table and pursed his lips in thought.

“Alright, drink or dare, Genesis.” Tseng said to the pretty red haired youth.

Genesis immediately answered. “Dare, bitch.”

As Tseng thought about what his dare was going to be, a sly smile crept onto his full pink lip.

“Alright Genesis, I dare you to not cite any poetry from LOVELESS the ENTIRE night.” Tseng said slyly.

Genesis immediately rose to his feet in anger. “Fuck you, Tseng!” he yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the man.

“You don’t have to do it. You could always strip naked and hang out on the street.” The Turk said sarcastically. Genesis grew infuriated.

“Fuck you, bitch ass Turk!” Genesis swore. He had pulled out his copy of LOVELESS and was clutching it desperately in his hands. Angeal stepped in to intervene. He grabbed Genesis by the shoulders and talked to him softly.

“Look, just because you can’t verbally cite your poetry, doesn’t mean you can’t read it, okay?” Angeal spoke to him as if he were speaking to a small child. Genesis nodded his head in agreement and sat back down, though his eyes never left the Turk’s. He mouthed a threat to the Turk and Tseng brushed it off. It was Genesis’ turn.

“I pick Angeal.” he smiled as he looked at the man sitting next to him. “Drink or dare, Angeal.” He said, rolling the “L” sound ever so slightly.

Angeal blushed lightly, as all the attention was now on him. “Uh? I guess…”

“Come on and pick dare.” Genesis said.

“Um…okay? Dare.” Angeal said obediently. Suddenly, Sephiroth, who had been the quietest in the group, spoke up.

“Let Angeal choose for himself, Genesis.” He said.

“Psh, shut up. He did choose. He chose dare.”

“Only after you told him to, controlling bitch.” Sephiroth hissed out. “Choose whatever you want to Angeal.”

“Um…okay. I choose dare.”

“No! I said choose what YOU want to do.” Sephiroth snapped.

“I did.”

“No you didn’t, you just choose whatever Genesis did.”

“But I was going to pick dare anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does matter. Don’t you see how he’s using you? Can’t…” Sephiroth ranted on for about a good five minutes. Then he and Genesis went back and forth. Rufus and the others were growing annoyed with their arguing over Genesis’ unfair treatment of Angeal. Finally, Rufus cracked.

“Would you guys please shut up and continue on with the game! Please!”

Sephiroth made a noise of annoyance with his teeth and dropped the subject. Genesis grinned and looked back to Angeal. “Alright my friend, I dare you to bitch slap that silver haired menace.” He said, his gaze set on Sephiroth as he spoke. Angeal, as well as everyone else in the room, looked mortified.

“I…I can’t do that!” Angeal protested.

“Sure you can, and it’ll be real easy.” Genesis insisted.

Sephiroth was glaring daggers at the auburn haired man. Genesis must of had a death wish. No one willing tried to get on the General’s bad side. Angeal bit his lip in indecisiveness. Rufus was anxious to see what the man would do.

“Well, get on with it!” Rufus snapped out.

With great anxiety, Angeal leaned over the table a bit until he was within range of the General’s face. Sephiroth’s expression was unreadable as Angeal approached him. The dark haired man lifted his hand in a striking motion. Everyone’s faces lit up in anticipation. Without warning, Angeal swung his arm and his hand was coming full force at Sephiroth’s face. The General didn’t even flinch at the action. The dark SOLDIER released a growl as his hand came in contact with the General’s face.

Unfortunately, the yelling and strained arm muscles had all been hype. At the last second, Angeal had pulled back his strength and only swatted the General’s cheek as one would swat at an annoying fly. The others were extremely disappointed by his pathetic excuse for a slap.

“What the hell was that?” Genesis yelled angrily. Angeal reclined back into his original position and held his head down in embarrassment.

“That was pathetic.” Rufus commented.

“Well, I didn’t want to hurt him.” Angeal said defensively. Even Lazard was shaking his head in disappointment.

Genesis abruptly stood up and walked around to where the general was sitting. He pulled back his hand and aimed at the general’s head.

“This is how you bitch slap…” Genesis’ words were cut off as the back of his knees were knocked in, causing him to fall backward. He fell to the ground with an audible thud. It was Sephiroth who had tripped him, though no one saw it coming. Genesis groaned at the pain and sat up slowly, holding the arm he had predominately fallen on. He cast a glare at the silver haired man and gritted his teeth, though he didn’t say anything. He resumed his spot around the table, his heated gaze never leaving the General’s.

Rufus laughed at the display. This night was turning out to be more amusing than he had ever thought. He was slowly picking up of the nature and personalities of each of the executives. Obviously Genesis was very spoiled and bossy, wanting to be in control of everything. Angeal, though strong in battle and a great mentor, was subjugate to his best friend Genesis’ commands. Lazard was a bitch, enough said. Reeve, though highly intelligent, was awkward in social situations and somewhat indecisive. Tseng was mellow and straightforward, though Rufus thought he detected a slight bitchiness. And Sephiroth was just Sephiroth.

Angeal sighed as he sought to choose someone. “Um…Sephiroth?” he said with uncertainty. “Drink or dare?”

The General sighed and pointed to the pitcher of beer, silently selecting his decision. He downed the three shots without preamble. He was definitely a better drinker than Tseng. Once he had finished his drinks, he set his eyes upon Lazard.

“Choose.” Came his simple demand.

Lazard pursed his lips and pressed a finger to them in thought. “I guess, drink.” Lazard was poured the three shots and downed them eagerly.

“Alright, my turn.” He said; his voice slightly raspy from the burning alcohol. “Rufus, Drink or dare?”

The younger blond was startled that he was chosen, but answered immediately. “Dare.”

“Okay, I dare you to kick Reeve in the privates.” He said, trying to hold in his laughter.

Reeve immediately perked up. “What!” he yelled. “You cannot be serious!”

Without a second thought, Rufus stood up and kicked Reeve between his parted legs. A resounding “Ooo!” came from the other execs. Reeve grabbed himself reflexively and tilted over to the side and fell. A wail of pain erupted from his throat, pain evident in his dark eyes. Ignoring Reeve’s distress, the game continued on.

A slight smiled graced Rufus’ face. The game had been going great so far, but the dares were only of moderate intensity. Rufus wanted to turn up the flames a bit. His eyes drifted around the table to see who would be his unfortunate victim. His grin widened once had selected his prey.

“Sephiroth. Choose.”

All eyes were diverted to the general. He had a bored, uninterested look on his face. Rufus crossed his fingers underneath the table, silently praying the man would chose dare. Sephiroth seemed to think about it. Finally he shrugged his shoulders and relented. “Dare.” He said plainly.

Rufus smiled. The General had obviously thought that whatever dare Rufus had in store for him, couldn’t have been much worse than what the other somber dares had been previously. Little did he know…Rufus grinned at the General and said as mischievously as he could:

“I dare you to spank Tseng thirty times on the ass.”

The reaction was immediate. Everyone, especially Tseng, went wide eyed. Sephiroth couldn’t even suppress the look of astonishment on his face. Their looks of surprise were quite funny and Rufus couldn’t hold in the laugh that erupted.

“No way in hell.” Tseng protested adamantly.

“It’s not your decision to make.” Rufus directed at Tseng. “What are you going to do Sephiroth?” Rufus asked him slyly. Oh this was too good.

Sephiroth thought it momentarily, before coming to a decision. The silver haired man suddenly grabbed the pitcher of beer and a 16 oz glass from the bar area. He filled the glass to the brim and downed the whole thing in one sitting.

“Oh shit!” Genesis swore in excitement. The others watched as Sephiroth downed another glass and slammed the empty glass down on the table. He shook his head from the affects of having consumed so much in one setting. He wiped his mouth and then stared at Tseng with unfocused eyes.

“Well, you heard him.” he said. Trying his best not to slur his words. Tseng shook his head.

“No!” he yelled defiantly.

“You have to.” Rufus said sharply.

“I don’t have to do anything I don’t …” the frustrated Turk was effectively cut off as Sephiroth reached down and grabbed him by his shirt. With amazing strength, he yanked the man up to his feet effortlessly. He dragged the Turk to the bar area and grabbed an open bottle of whiskey. He wrapped his arm around the Turk’s narrow waist and held him firm. Suddenly, he shoved the bottle into the stunned Turk’s mouth.

Everyone watched in suspense as the obviously tipsy General, poured the whiskey down his throat. Tseng swallowed reluctantly, he didn’t want to choke on the liquid. He made Tseng drink half the bottle before he released his lips from the bottle. Tseng ripped away from him and stumbled on unsteady legs. He shot Sephiroth a heated glare.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” he yelled.

Sephiroth grinned. “I just thought you might want to be a bit more buzzed before I carried out this task.”

“You aren’t going to lay a finger on me!” the Turk demanded.

Rufus watched the scene in amusement. This was going far better than he thought it would. Rufus took another shot of alcohol and continued to watch in excitement.

Tseng had had enough and was trying to walk away from the intoxicated Sephiroth. But the Turk couldn’t seem to walk straight for some reason. He swayed back and forth, unable to keep his balance. He swore out loud and tripped on Reeve. The engineer yelped as Tseng fell on top of him. The Turk murmured an apology and tried to get off the man. His action was to be prevented as Sephiroth came up behind him and shoved Tseng back down on top of Reeve. The silver haired menace roughly grabbed Tseng’s hips and pulled his bottom up in the air.

Rufus nearly lost it as he saw and heard Sephiroth deliver the first smack. Lazard, Genesis and Angeal all had looks of unabashed shock. Even Rufus couldn’t believe what was happening, and he was watching it! Tseng was being ruthlessly spanked by Sephiroth with Reeve pinned underneath him. Every smack against the tight leather of his ass seemed to be amplified by the Turk’s shouts of protest.

“Stop *SMACK* this *WHACK* Right* SMACK* now!” the Turk demanded. Sephiroth did not relent and actually increased the intensity of his hits.

Rufus was glad everyone was so intently focused on the scene in front of them, or they would have surely caught him drooling. Not only was the sight in front of them shocking, it was also incredibly hot. Sephiroth was giving it all he had into his smacks. Tseng’s body jerked forward involuntarily with every hit, his body rocking over Reeve’s trapped form. Rufus thought the scene was incredibly arousing, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. He didn’t know if Sephiroth was even keeping track on the number of times he hit him, but he didn’t even care.

But just as Rufus thought the scene couldn’t get even more erotic, he heard a moan slip from the Turks lips. Rufus’ eyes went wide as there was a sudden change in Tseng’s demeanor. His cheeks were flushed and his features were contorting from one of anguish to one of pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit.” Genesis swore at the incredible scene. Lazard’s mouth was wide open and he made no effort to close it. Angeal on the other hand, had covered his eyes as a small child witnessing a horrible event would. Rufus felt the telltale stirring of arousal in his loins. Sephiroth smacked him even harder and Tseng released a strained pleasurable moan. He arched his back and gripped Reeve’s shoulders desperately.

Tseng was obviously trying to hide the fact that was enjoying being spanked, which made it all the more arousing in Rufus’ opinion. The Turk bit his lip to keep from moaning. Poor Reeve could do nothing but watch as the man above him was spanked into oblivion. Sephiroth’s face was also flushed from the vast amount of alcohol he had consumed, and the work of spanking Tseng. The Turk could no longer suppress his moans and they spilled from his lips in a most delicious manner. Reeve’s eyes went wide and he felt his own arousal spike as he looked up at the provocative sight above him.

Tseng was an absolutely gorgeous creature, especially in the throes of passion. His eyes were closed, but his full pink lips were parted with sweet, desperate moans spilling from that delicious mouth. His long dark hair encased Reeve’s head in a curtain of silky raven locks. Reeve didn’t know what possessed him to act as he did, but he didn’t care at the moment. The engineer suddenly locked lips with the Turk and kissed him desperately. His tongue shoved into the man’s mouth and he quickly found himself devouring his mouth.

Rufus and the others all exclaimed amused curses as they saw the normally straight laced Reeve practically face fucking the Turk with his tongue.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit!” Genesis exclaimed. A wide grin graced his face. Lazard was blushing profusely as he watched Tseng get his ass whipped, while being kissed desperately by Reeve. Angeal did not look, but now had his hands over his ears.

“Oh god, this cannot be happening.” Angeal said in disbelief.

Oh but it is happening, Rufus thought. Suddenly, Sephiroth stopped his spanking and stumbled back until his legs collided with a couch. He fell over the edge of the armrest and onto the couch with a drunken laugh. Although Sephiroth had stopped smacking Tseng’s ass, Reeve had not stopped kissing him. He held the Turk’s head firm and bit and nipped at his kiss swollen lips. Tseng moaned into Reeve’s mouth in pleasurable contentment.

Suddenly, Reeve pulled away and realized that to his horror he was being watched. He pushed Tseng back and scooted away from him. His face burned red with embarrassment. His co-workers had just seen him make out with Tseng! He felt like running, but his legs wouldn’t move.

“Oh shit Reeve! I didn’t know you had a thing for Tseng!” Genesis said through laughter, adding to Reeve’s embarrassment. Tseng sat up and quickly regretted the action. It made him dizzy and his head wobbled back and forth in a drunken motion.

Rufus smiled. Obviously Tseng and Sephiroth were gone, they were completely smashed. Sephiroth rolled off the couch and laughed once he hit the floor. He then began to crawl over to his original spot around the long wooden coffee table. He sat down and with a wide eerie grin on his face. It was…strange seeing the normally quiet and stoic man smiling and It made a few in the room uncomfortable.

“Is…um…it my turn yet, George?” Sephiroth asked drunkenly.

“Who the fuck is George?” Genesis asked. Rufus shrugged his shoulders and nodded in regards to Sephiroth’s question.

“Ah okay. I pick…um…you.” he said pointing to Lazard. The blond man pushed his glasses up and promptly said “Drink” before Sephiroth could even ask. Lazard would rather drink than be at the mercy of a drunk Sephiroth’s dare. He downed the three shots presented to him, his eyes watering a bit. During the next couple of turns most decided to take shots, rather than risk being dared. Soon they were all soon pleasantly buzzed, minus Tseng and Sephiroth, who were smashed.

When it came to Tseng’s turn, he had opted to drink again. Rufus wondered just how much the Turk planned on drinking. He downed his three shots a bit easier than the first few times. It was his turn to choose the next victim. His drunken gaze set upon Rufus.

“Drink or…um…whatever?” he slurred.

“Dare.” Rufus said boldly. Tseng smiled lopsidedly at that.

“M’kay, I dare you to…um…fuck a cereal box.” And with that, Tseng and Sephiroth went into a hysterical drunken laughing fit. Genesis joined in, laughing so hard he was clutching his sides.

“What the hell, Tseng?” Rufus said. “Pick something else. I don’t even have cereal.”

Tseng’s laughter died down just enough for him to respond. “Mmmm, okay. I dare you to…to…kiss Rufus Shinra!”

Damn, Rufus thought. He knew Tseng was out of it, but not this bad. Did he just dare him to kiss himself?

“You dumbass, I am Rufus Shinra! I can’t kiss myself!” Rufus said to the drunk. Tseng cocked his head in misunderstanding.

“Uh, alright. Then do something else.”

“Tseng come on; stop being a dumb fuck for like two seconds! Give me a dare, and a good one! Not something stupid like fucking a cereal box.”

“But if you had to fuck a cereal box, what brand would it be?” Tseng slurred. Rufus shook his head, and then slapped Tseng in the face. It seemed to bring the Turk to his senses temporarily.

“Ngh…okay!” The Turk rubbed his sore cheek. “I dare you to…make out with Lazard.”

Rufus’ eyes went wide. He wasn’t expecting that. The blond grinned and nodded his head. He moved closer to the other longer haired blond. Lazard backed away from the enclosing Rufus.

“Oh hell no!” Lazard scooted away from Rufus. Feeling playful, the younger blond began to crawl over to Lazard, moving like a sensual regal cat. Lazard blushed madly at the sight, but was still backing away from Rufus. “No Rufus! We mustn’t!” He yelled.

“And why not?” Rufus purred. Lazard gulped.

“We just can’t. It’s not right.”

Rufus had effectively caught up with Lazard and had him trapped between a wall and his body. He leaned in until his lips brushed against the other mans. Rufus carefully pulled off the other blonds’ glasses. He set them to the side and turned his attention back to Lazard. A wide smile graced Rufus’ face as he went in. Rufus pressed his lips to Lazard’s, surprised at how soft they were. He moved his mouth over Lazard’s, though the other man’s mouth remained still. Rufus pinched Lazard’s arm harshly, and the older blond opened his mouth to wail at the sharp pain.

Seizing the opportunity, Rufus shoved his tongue into the other man’s mouth. Lazard’s eyes went wide in shock. Rufus coiled his tongue around Lazard’s, trying to coax the other to play. Lazard seemed reluctant at first, but then he started to move his lips against Rufus’. He closed his eyes and slowly began to give into Rufus’ tantalizing kiss. Soon he was kissing Rufus passionately. His tongue, no longer immobile, was deep within the other man’s mouth.

“Hell yeah.” Genesis said, moving closer to the two blonds’ going at it. The auburn haired SOLDIER was so close to them he could see the saliva glistening off their lips. Neither Rufus, nor Lazard had even noticed him, they were too engrossed with tasting each other’s mouths. Rufus moaned into Lazard’s mouth, the other blond just tasted divine.

Tseng and Sephiroth cheered drunkenly at the two, rising up their drinks in praise. Angeal refused to look at the sight. He felt shy and slightly uncomfortable seeing his bosses going at it. He knew that if he saw them kissing, he would never be able to look at them the same way again. For Angeal, everything was happening to fast and he couldn’t keep up. It was strange seeing all the normally professional and stringent executives at Shinra, shameless kissing and feeling up on each other. He only hoped that he wouldn’t have to perform such acts.

After a few minutes of their make out session, Rufus finally pulled away from Lazard. He gave him one last lick on his rose colored lips before walking back over to his seat on the ground. Lazard seemed stunned and couldn’t move from his spot against the wall. Rufus smiled at the sight of the Director breathless and panting against the wall.

They moved on with the game. “Alright,” Rufus began. “It’s my turn again, and I pick Tseng.”

The Turk jolted like a dog at the sound of his name. Rufus grinned deviously. Although it was his plan to use Tseng, his ultimate goal was Angeal. The man was missing out on all the action and needed to get in on it. Angeal caught the look in Rufus’ eyes at him and his heart raced. Rufus winked at Angeal before he turned his attention to a very drunk Tseng.

“Alright Tseng, dare or dare?” he said, hoping to fool the drunken man into choosing dare by giving him that as his only option. Tseng cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“Uh? Can I pick both?” Tseng said stupidly. Rufus smiled.

“Of course you can, Tseng.” Rufus signaled with his index finger for Tseng to come closer. The Turk did and Rufus whispered the dare into his ear. When Tseng didn’t react to what he told him, he had assumed the Turk wasn’t listening. But then, Tseng walked over to the dark haired man and grabbed his arm. Angeal was confused, but reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged by the Turk. Tseng stumbled a bit, but with the help of Angeal, he made it over to the couch. He gestured for the dark haired man to sit, and he did skeptically.

Once Angeal was seated, Rufus whistled at him, effectively getting his attention. He raised his drink to the man and smiled. Angeal scratched his head in confusion. He didn’t have a clue at what was going on, that is, until he heard the sound of his zipper being undone. The dark haired man slowly looked down in horror, only to find Tseng there, kneeling between his legs, his lips mere inches from his crotch.

“What the fuck!” Angeal actually swore. He pushed Tseng’s head back away from his crotch, only to have the drunken man’s head fall right back forward, landing on his covered genitals. Angeal was about to freak out, until Sephiroth came up from behind him and began massaging his shoulders.

“Hey Angeal, you got to calm down.” He said softly, though slightly slurring his words. Angeal did calm down a bit was still hesitant about having Tseng kneeling between his legs. He tried to push his head away but Sephiroth prevented him. He grabbed Angeal’s arms and placed them at the man’s side. The silver haired man leaned down close to Angeal’s ear.

“Let him do it. It’ll feel great.” Sephiroth said promisingly.

“But, Sephiroth! This is Tseng were talking about! He’s the leader of the damn Turks! I just can’t…”

“Shuuuussssh.” He slurred drunkenly with a finger pressed over his lips. “It’s okay, I promise you.”

Angeal was still skeptical. “But…everyone is watching me.” he said shyly.

“It’s okay, I’m right here with you.” Sephiroth said.

Since when was Sephiroth so reassuring? Must be the alcohol, Rufus thought. Sephiroth gave Tseng the go ahead and the intoxicated Turk continued his previous endeavors. He placed the palm of his hand on Angeal’s covered cock. He then began to rub him tenderly. Angeal felt the subtle stirrings of an erection from just a simple touch. He had never been touched like this before and it was all new to him. Tseng unbuttoned the top button of his trousers and exposed his white boxers.

Angeal blushed madly when Tseng rubbed him there to. He still had the desire to run, but Sephiroth was massaging his shoulders and making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. He gulped as Tseng grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up a bit. He held it up over his belly button. Tseng smiled lopsidedly as the sight of Angeal’s fine, lower abdomen. The Turk pressed his lips to Angeal’s navel, kissing it softly. The dark haired man released a soft gasp at the contact. Tseng then began to kiss a wet trail down his dark glory trail. He hooked a finger into the waist band of his briefs. With a sly grin, he pulled down his underwear. His semi erected cock sprung free of its confines. Tseng’s eyes went wide at the sight.

“Holy fucking shit!” everyone in the room exclaimed.

“Good heavens!” Lazard yelled in astonishment.

“Oh my god, he’s huge.” Rufus said surprised; his eyes widening in disbelief.

Tseng grabbed his enormous cock in his hand; Angeal released a surprised gasp at the sudden contact. He stroked him leisurely, setting a slow but efficient pace. He stroked Angeal to full hardness, beads of cum dripped from the slit. Tseng took a swift lick at the head. The action made Angeal moan softly. He sucked the tip gently, lapping at the cum that was spilling from the man’s penis. His slick tongue trailed up and down his thick shaft, effectively getting him nice and wet with saliva.

A deep throaty groan spilled from Angeal’s lips as Tseng took half of him into his mouth. The Turk’s jaw opened wide to accommodate the massive length. He placed both hands on either side of Angeal’s thighs. He sucked furiously at his length, bobbing his head up and down on his cock. Angeal was moaning profusely as Tseng sucked him off. The Turk coiled his tongue around what he could of the man’s engorged sex, and slid it up and down.

Rufus was drooling again. He had just dared Tseng to do it, but he really didn’t think the Turk would have any such skill at it. Tseng slowly took more of him into his mouth, adjusting to the size as quickly as he could. He felt his gag reflex reacting to having such a large object down his throat. He suppressed it and began sucking harder, tightening his lips around Angeal’s throbbing flesh. Rufus didn’t think Tseng was going to be able to fit the whole thing in his mouth, but the Turk was resolute.

Tseng gripped Angeal’s thighs tightly as he added more into his mouth. Everyone’s eyes went wide in shock. Tseng had almost successfully taken in all of his massive sex. Angeal was in absolute bliss. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. Deep throated moans spilled through his lips as Tseng deep throated him. The Turk was strictly breathing out of his nose now; no air was able to come in through his full mouth.

The Turk was determined to take him all in and he readied himself to take in the last half inch. Suddenly, the Turk shoved his head forward until lips brushed up against his coarse pubic hair. As resounding “Oh shit!” erupted through the room as Tseng had effectively taken in all nine inches of the man’s thick cock. Feeling drunkenly proud of himself, the Turk tried to smile around the thick shaft. He couldn’t even so much as move his lips.

Angeal found himself pushed beyond his limits of control, and his hands flew to the Turk’s head. He began to desperately thrust into his moist, hot cavern without restraint. A satisfied smile graced Rufus’ face as he watched the pleasurable contentment of Angeal’s features. The dark haired man was close to his release. He was about to erupt at any second. Just as was about to release himself, Genesis suddenly called out.

“Pull out, pull out!” The auburn haired man yelled.

Reacting immediately to Genesis’ command, Angeal pulled out quickly, only to regret it the next second. He came hard, and his come erupted all over the Turk’s face. Tseng drew back in surprise, and stood up abruptly. Angeal was horrified at what he had done.

“I’m so sorry Tseng!” he said while putting his sated cock back into his pants.

Genesis was laughing so hard he was crying. He had obviously known what was going to happen. He pointed at the come covered man and laughed mockingly. Tseng was still highly intoxicated and couldn’t seem to grasp what had just occurred. He touched his face, smothering the sticky fluid into his skin.

“Is…this some kind of new lotion?” the drunken Turk asked. Genesis laughed even harder.

Angeal grabbed Tseng’s hands to stop him from smothering the stuff in his face. He began to drag the Turk over to the nearest bathroom, desperately wanting to get him clean. Reeve followed in pursuit of them both. Sephiroth, Lazard and Rufus were not amused by Genesis’ joke in the least.

“You’re a dick!” Lazard yelled.

“Oh come on, it was funny!” Genesis said clutching his sides.

“No, not funny.” Rufus said angrily.

“Oh whatever. This is payback for him daring me to not cite LOVELESS tonight.”

Rufus rolled his eyes. There was no getting through to the stubborn man. And with that, Rufus decided the game was over, but the night was far from it.
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