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Saying Thanks, ShinRa Style	By : mizperceived Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, nor do I make a profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Rufus' Way
- 2-Reno's Turn
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- 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or settings of Final Fantasy VII. They are the sole creative property of SquareEnix. I do however own my insanity and perversity. Nor do I make a profit from this endeavor, I will however gain carpal tunnel syndrome eventually.

Title: Saying Thanks, Shinra Style

Warnings: Reno. (I think that covers everything, no?) Yaoi, lemons, smut, language, crude humor (again I do believe just saying RENO covers all of this)

Rating: M for sMutty!

Pairings: Rufus/Reno (maybe a switch *wink*)

Summary: Sometimes a "Thank You" note just doesn't suffice. Story 2 in the Saying Thanks series. This is a 2 shot

Saying Thanks, Shinra Style

Rufus' Way

(set sometime after Reno drops the plate and Rufus' confrontation with Cloud but before Diamond Weapon's attack. So it's in game, capice?)

The young blonde president sat behind the desk his father had commanded and ran a multi-billion gil empire from for well over forty years and sniggered. The bastard was dead, thanks in part to Sephiroth.
"I would send a thank you note," he mused. "But where exactly would I send it to? The Lifestream care of the Goddess Minerva?"
Rufus' manic rantings were cut short as the nasally voice of his father's secretary cut through the intercom.
"Sir, Mr. Reno here to see you."
The new president leaned back in his chair, casually crossing one leg over the other. The index finger of his right hand rubbed up on his temple as he leaned his head on his hand, his thumb under his chin and his other fingers rubbing absently over his lips. The fingers of his left hand tapped out a little tune to the ticking sound of the clock on his desk.
"Send him in," he said after letting a moment pass. He readjusted his posture, sitting up straighter, leaving his legs crossed but now his elbows rested on the armrests and his fingers were steepled against his lips. The lion was awaiting the fox.
The blonde watched as the lanky redhead hobbled slightly into the office. Reno was still recovering from the injuries he received during a recent confrontation with members of the eco-terrorist group Avalanche. Rufus himself came face to face with the ringleader, a short yet muscular blonde named Cloud Strife, not too long ago. Rufus' faithful companion, Dark Nation, gave her life protecting him and he would never forgive Strife for the loss he suffered.
"Ya wanted ta see me, boss?"
The blonde eyed the lanky redhead as he drew closer to the desk. Reno of the Turks, Second in Command captivated the young president for many years. The way the man waltzed into a room as if he owned it, not controlled it like Rufus did with fear and awe but with charm and charisma. Yes, Reno was feared, Rufus knew that those long slender fingers could wrap around someone's neck, choking the life out of it just as easily as he wished they wrapped around him and squeezed more desire out of him. Rufus longed to have those hands run up and down on him, to watch that mouth that talked more filth than any whore his father tried to force on him, to watch that glorious cherry red mouth, those pouty lips, wrap around every thick and engorged inch of him.
Rufus arched an eyebrow in amusement when the Turk started shifting his weight back and forth, not used to the silent scrutiny the was his boss. Reno had dealt with Rufus before, had "babysat" him as many of the other Turks called guard duty. But that was when Rufus was a young Vice President, a brat with power, limited at best. Now, oh now though sitting before him was a different Rufus, the redhead shifted again as he felt that unwavering gaze locked him in place. This Rufus was unnerving; he was so calm, deadly, and beautiful. Reno paused in his motion as the word whispered in his head. He visibly scowled as he looked back at the leader of Gaia. Yeah, ok so what? Rufus WAS beautiful. The word handsome didn't do the blonde justice and pretty was too demeaning. Beautiful was perfect, just like Rufus.
"Fuck," Reno muttered as he roughly dragged his good hand down his face. Rufus gave what could only be considered a slightly sinister laugh at Reno's not quite uncommon outburst. Deciding that he let the Turk stew in his thoughts long enough, the blonde began to let the game he wanted to play with the Turk begin.
"Reno," the voice, though smooth and warm, did everything but ease Reno. That was the voice that now commanded how everyone within the realm of ShinRa lived. That was the same voice that decided whether or not someone lived or died by the hand of the Turks. That was the voice that haunted Reno's dreams that voice whispering to him of deeds he wished would be done to his person. That voice and those eyes combined demanded that Reno bow his head in deference but he still had his pride and he wouldn't cow to some spoiled brat who had just been handed the Presidency.
"Reno," Rufus began again when he noted the slight glazed look come over the redhead. "You've been with the ShinRa family for many years now." Rufus watched the redhead closely, checking to see how his words impacted the man before him. "You have performed countless missions on behalf of ShinRa and have indeed been an asset to the company…"
Reno tried not to preen because of the compliment, he really did but he couldn't stop the slight lift to the corner of his mouth, nor the slight bounce on the balls of his feet. His mini celebration was short lived though as Rufus continued on.
"However, in light of recent events, namely your failure to fully eradicate the existence of Avalanche and getting yourself grievously injured, your tenure in the Department of Administrative Research is under review," here Rufus paused for effect, "by me." Rufus took sadistic glee in watching the redhead's eyes widen ever so slightly. He knew that the man before him was going over each and every word, the turn of phrase and how the President spoke it to see if there was any hidden meaning in it.
"With all due respect, sir," Reno began and Rufus had to shift slightly in his seat. Reno being well, Reno was tantalizing but Reno being proper and addressing the blonde with respect effected Rufus immediately and only in a certain area of his anatomy. Rufus blinked when he realized that Reno was still talking, "…I have worked for you and ya fathah for how many years now? Ya, I admit I kinda fucked up but shit you weren't there, yo! That short little shit with the bitch with big tits was a lot ta handle. Don't get me started on tha otha dude with them; muthafucka had a gun for an arm! A GUN ARM YO! I ain't evah seen shit like dat."
Rufus having enough of Reno's excuses cut him off and laid the last sin caused by his failure on the table, "because of your failure, my beloved Dark Nation lost her life in a fight with that blonde and I nearly was hurt. You do realize that if I was hurt you would be answering to Palmer right now?"
"I… I'm sorry, sir." Reno's voice was barely above a whisper and Rufus noticed that the man looked genuinely upset that he failed and almost caused catastrophic events to occur. Rufus felt a miniscule amount of guilt for prolonging this, so he decided to speed things up a bit.
"Thank you," Rufus murmured slightly before tilting his head to regard the man before him. "I will say this, I have taken your history with the Turks into account but I must admit that I am not entirely positive that given a second chance, you would be most appreciative of it."
"But I would sir!" Reno's voice was most insistent. He not only wanted to keep his position but needed it; it was the only family he really knew.
"I don't know. I would need to be convinced…" Rufus' sentence trailed off as his right hand lifted off of the arm rest, palm up as if to emphasize the point. Letting the false façade fall from his face, he let the heat of his desire shine through his gaze as he drank in the sight of Reno. The redhead saw the undisguised looked in the President's eyes and knew exactly what it meant. He had seen that look too many times to remember from his life growing up in the slums. The only difference between then and now was that it was Rufus Shinra giving him that look of unbridled lust. The man that had been the star of man of Reno's late night spank bank fantasies. If the blonde wanted Reno to fuck him to prove his loyalty, well Reno would do it without hesitation.
Licking his lips and smirking at the president that was lounging in the chair, Reno slowly prowled around the large circular desk until he stood next to the president's chair. Rufus turned his chair slightly to watch as the redhead approached. With a perfectly shaped eyebrow arched ever so arrogantly Rufus openly studied the redhead.
"Do you think you can convince me, Reno?"
"Oh, most definitely… sir. I can be very convincing," Reno purred as he leaned down towards the blonde in an attempt to brush his lips against the others. Rufus smirked as Reno leaned back with an indignant look on his face.
"How about you get on your knees and show me how convincing you can be." It wasn't a request and Reno knew that but it didn't truly bother him, yet. He would play the blonde's game for now just like he had countless times. The only difference, the game was sexual and the end results were very promising in Reno's opinion.
The Turk smirked as he complied with the order and kneeled in between Rufus' now spread thighs, retaining eye contact with each other, the redhead ran his palms up the pristine white pants of Rufus' signature suit. He let the heat of his hands seep through the thin layer of linen before coming to an apex at the gunmetal colored buckle of Rufus' belt. The redhead licked his lips as his nimble fingers worked to open the double-pronged belt buckle and then the slide clasp on the pants itself. The redhead then leaned forward and flicked the zipper pull up with his tongue so that it rested on his lower teeth. Biting down gently, he began tugging the zipper down until it could go no further.
Rufus watched the Turk with hooded eyes as those fingers that had wired so many explosives and killed countless people all in the name of ShinRa, worked his semi hard member out of his pants. Reno wrapped his right hand around the hardening length and pumped his hand up and down, letting his thumb graze over the top to smear the rivulets of precum that he was working out of Rufus' cock. The redhead massaged the surprisingly muscular thigh that his left hand was resting on before he slowly lowered his head to lick up the underside of the blonde's member, letting his bottom teeth run lightly against the thick vein that twined its way up from root to tip.
Rufus hissed, sexual pleasure laced with trace amounts of pain was always his drug of choice and right now Reno was giving him as much as he wanted. The redhead heard the hiss and smirked slightly as his lips wrapped around the swollen head, his tongue reaching beyond his own lips, to twirl around the length, saliva running down towards the base coating it.
Releasing the tip, Reno sat back on his heels as he worked his hand up and down the length, spreading the wetness all around. It was Rufus' turn to smirk as he watched the look of concentration and determination cross the redhead's face, but when Reno moved that left hand to Rufus' neglected sack, the blonde couldn't stand being passive much more.
"Come now, Reno. Surely you must be more thankful than that." Rufus softly intoned. When Reno didn't react to the statement right away; Rufus sighed a bit over dramatically and made a show of attempting to redress himself.
"Wait, yo."
Rufus paused and arched a questioning brow at the redhead that was kneeling between his wide spread legs. He had an idea what Reno's problem was but he wanted to hear it from the man. Reno gnawed on his bottom lip as he thought about what he wanted to say, wanted to ask but he did not want to offend the man before him. The man, who probably had his sawed off shotgun stashed under one of his coats, who could not only end his career but his life in the blink of an eye. Trying to steel himself, Reno dragged in a ragged breath and flicked his gaze towards the door before locking eyes with the President once again.
"I ain't nobody's whore an' I ain't a fill in." Reno watched as Rufus' eyebrow arched even higher when he heard the words the redhead uttered. Rufus knew the rumors, heard them a time or two, suffered the wrath of his father because of them but his relationship with Tseng, that Reno was alluding to was just that, rumor.
"I never once thought of you as a," Rufus grimaced as he paused before saying the word, "whore. Also, Reno," he reached out and tilted Reno head to face him, "there is no one to fill in for." The President took a moment and let Reno chew on that before continuing on. "If you are worried about someone coming in unannounced, the remaining Turks are out on a mission near the Mithril Mines. All of them."
The redhead's eyes widened at that statement. He was the only bodyguard left to protect Rufus, but more than that, he was alone with Rufus and would definitely enjoy every minute of it.
"Well, sir," Reno smirked, "I apolahgize if my show of gratitude was lackin'. How bout I show ya how thankful I really am, hm?" Reno didn't wait for a response, he smoothed one palm up the still hard length of the blonde before once again wrapping his lips on the head, this time though, he sucked… hard.
Rufus couldn't resist letting his manicured fingers spear through the bright red locks, one hand deftly removing the ever present goggles Reno wore before going back and tugging none too gently on the hair. Reno groaned around Rufus' arousal as his hair was pulled, the vibration setting off the blonde as his hips bucked slightly, shoving more of his length in the redhead's mouth. Reno was good at what he did, fuckin' talented if he said so himself but Rufus was bigger than he ever fantasized about and the redhead gagged slightly when more of the throbbing cock forced its way down his throat. Pushing a hand down on Rufus' hip, Reno worked the length he couldn't get in his mouth in time with the bobbing of his head.
The combination of Rufus pressing down on the back of Reno's skull and thrusting his hips up was choking the redhead slightly, white pinpricks of light clouded his vision as his eyes watered slightly, threatening to spill over. Reno wrenched himself free from Rufus' hands and let go of Rufus' length, sucking in much needed oxygen. The redhead glared at the President who just smirked in response. Normally that rough treatment would have the redhead beating the shit out of whoever he was fucking with but it was Rufus and a sick, deeply buried masochistic side of him fuckin' loved the reserved man's treatment of him.
With a smirk to match the one the President was wearing, Reno vowed to himself to break the younger man in that chair, to hear him moan wantonly for him, for RENO. The Turk shuddered at the thought as he once again bent forward to suck on the Presidential cock, this time he relaxed his throat and let his tongue out slightly and eased the length in, slowly before he was able to fully seat it inside his mouth.
Rufus closed his eyes and bit down hard on the inside of his mouth. Reno kneeling in front of him, sucking on his cock. One of his many nightly fantasies was coming to fruition. No Tseng to block Rufus from having a private moment with the Second-in-Command. Reno was his for the taking, well, rather it was Reno taking Rufus' cock deep in his throat but the blonde was not about to have a mental debate with himself over semantics. Definitely not when those bright red locks draped over his thigh as that skilled mouth worked him closer and closer to completion.
Reno twirled his tongue and hummed while sucking the length in, Rufus' toes curled in his loafers and he knew that he was right on the precipice of release. Tugging violently on the redhead's hair, Rufus pulled Reno off of his cock with his left hand and stroked himself with swift and deft strokes. He tugged Reno's face closer to his cock, knuckles grazing wet and swollen lips. The lust filled haze in Reno's eyes as he licked his lips is what threw Rufus over the edge. With a grunt, his cum shot out of him violently, splashing on the redhead's face, landing on his lips and cheeks.
Rufus struggled for a moment to get control of his breathing again, still holding onto the Turk with a strong grip. Once he calmed his racing heart, he graced the other man with his most charming smile before releasing the others hair. Rufus quickly tucked his softening cock back in and closed his pants and belt before twisting his chair back to face his ink blotter on his desk.
Reno was frozen in place. He had quick encounters but he had thought that Rufus would at least reciprocate something. He was about to speak up but was quickly silenced by Rufus' intercom going off.
"Sir, Mr. Tuesti says his finished setting up in the conference room and is ready when you are."
"Thank you. Inform him that I'll be right there," Rufus replied without batting an eye at the redhead still kneeling next to him. Sighing as if he was just interrupted from some extremely important business, Rufus pushed back his chair and stood up. Walking around Reno he headed towards the door. With his hand on the door knob he turned slightly to look back at the redhead.
"Coming, Reno?" The blonde couldn't suppress the slight twitch of his lips as the phrase struck it's mark. He watched the confusion wash away from those bright turquoise eyes only to be replaced by growing anger. "You're welcome, by the way," Rufus said as he watched the Turk stand up and adjust his neglected erection. As Reno, the most unpredictable person that Rufus ever met, came abreast of him, the President couldn't help but continue the teasing. "You never know, Reno. One day, I just may have to thank you for something."
With those last words Rufus headed out of his office, leaving the redhead to stew on those words. Little did the blonde know that those very words would come back to haunt him in a few years time…

A/N: WOW! I had some major writer's block going on. *sigh* Anywho… as if you couldn't tell by my infamous cliff hangers this story, my darlings, is a two shot. I'll give you a hint… the next chapter is set directly AFTER Advent Children. *wink wink* I promise it will be up on OR before June 15th. Why? Because I said so and because that is when the poll closes on my FF.net profile for the selection of the next story. Interested in helping decide? Click the homepage on my profile and Rock the Vote.
Story #1: Turk Style (Tseng/Vincent)

Story #2: Shinra Style (Rufus/Reno)
Pick the next one:

SOLDIER Style: (Angeal/Zack)

Avalanche Style: (Tifa/Aerith and Tifa/Cloud/Aeirth) (yep… yuri AND 3some het)

Villain Style: (SEPHESIS) I can't leave one of my OTPs out of this could I?
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