Personal Agenda | By : Madisuzy Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title – Personal Agenda Fandom – FFVII Crisis Core Pairings – Reeve/Tseng, Cait Sith/Reeve, Aerith/Tseng Rating - M Warnings – M/M, F/M, Oral sex, angst Written For – Chocobo Races, September Round, Team Tonberry Summary –Four characters bound together by infatuation, obsession and unrequited love. ************************************************************************************************************************************************ Prompt - elixile Fic or Art welcomed: - Reeve Tuesti / Cait Sith / Aerith Gainsborough / Tseng. - Anything from one-sided infatuations to sexual interactions on all behalfs. Bonus if Zack/Cloud is referenced. - I would really like a character exploration of these four but how you take it is up to you. - Additional prompts: - Flowers – Longing - Security - Fortune - Sacrifice Authors Notes: A little AU, mainly because I gave Cait Sith artificial intelligence, rather than just having him as a puppet. Roughly set around Crisis Core’s timeline. Self edited so please excuse any errors. ************************************************************************************************************************************************ Tseng watched Reeve Tuesti intently, studying the older man and trying to find a weakness in that charming, friendly façade. The Head of Urban Development was dressed immaculately in a black suit, smiling and chatting to his dinner companions with a calm, comforting air that had all around him captivated. It seemed to be effortless for him, as if he was truly just a nice guy out for a pleasant evening. Tseng didn’t believe it though, knowing how important the people at that table were. Blue Horizon was one of the riches companies on the planet, its fortune only second to Shinra Power, and dining with Mr Tuesti were the top five employees and the owner/Director of the company. Tseng’s observations were interrupted when his meal arrived and he took the opportunity to order another drink while he had the waitress’ attention. Once she left, he began to eat with no thought of what he was putting in his mouth, too busy looking over the other patrons to ensure nobody was paying him any undue attention. The sound of laughter brought his eyes back to Reeve’s table and he watched as a middle aged woman leaned in close to whisper something in the engineer’s ear, her breasts rubbing up against his arm as she did so. Tseng scowled at the shamelessness of the woman, knowing that she was already married to the company’s head accountant. Of course, her husband wasn’t in attendance tonight to see her sluttish display, although the fact she would act like this in front of her husband’s coworkers was disturbing. Tseng was surprised when Reeve simply laughed at whatever she had said, shaking his head and replying with something that had the woman blushing and moving back away from him. He began to wish he had sat closer, so he could hear what exactly they were saying, but realistically, it was wiser to keep his distance. The Head of Urban Development knew who he was and would become suspicious if he spotted Tseng, the older man a little too intelligent to believe he was dining alone here without a purpose. As Reeve’s dinner guests’ meals arrived, Tseng took the opportunity to ponder his latest mission. This had all started when Shinra’s closest competitor had begun trying to poach their top employees, managing to convince three to change companies in the last six months. Reeve had been an obvious target, being well known for his genius when it came to design and recently earning himself a place on the board of Directors. His ideas were original and innovative, despite the fact the President tended to be unaware of just how valuable Mr Tuesti was. Rufus had noticed though and that was why Tseng was here tonight. The Vice President wanted Reeve’s loyalty, wanted to ensure the engineer wasn’t lost amongst the upheaval that would follow the current President’s future downfall. At first, Reno and Rude had been given the task of finding something on Tuesti to secure his faithfulness to Rufus. Unfortunately, Reeve didn’t have any sordid secrets or bad habits and never seemed to do anything that could possibly be used as blackmail material. The man was so squeaky clean that Tseng had been forced to take over the investigation himself, Reno replacing him at his usual assignment. He already missed Aerith and her flowers. It was so peaceful in the church, despite its location in the slums. Tseng had stopped noticing the rank smell of the area on the first day, captivated by the beauty of the young lady he had been tasked with watching. She moved with a quiet grace so out of place with her surroundings and her interactions with others demonstrated her kindness and willingness to help with no benefit to herself. He had never seen anyone like her before and when the orders came in to retrieve her for the President, he found himself unable to do so, disobeying a direct order for the first time. Tseng had sacrificed everything to be a Turk. His homeland, his family, his conscience and even his pride, but he couldn’t sacrifice Aerith. He had made plans to have her resituated to another city under a different name, even gone so far as to have fake documents drawn up but before he had a chance to approach her with his plan, Rufus had stepped in. Tseng had thought he would be terminated when the blond told him he knew all about Aerith and his refusal to retrieve her. Instead, the Vice President had informed him that he was to continue watching the young lady and ensure her safety, reporting only to him in the future. Rufus had won Tseng’s loyalty with that, despite the fact the Turk knew it was a calculated move on the blond’s part. He didn’t object to the manipulation, more than willing to give his devotion in exchange for Aerith’s continued freedom. It wasn’t lust that made him so dedicated to her. He didn’t yearn for her or long to touch that pale skin. Tseng would never dare to taint such perfection with his blood soaked hands or let that innocence be diminished by his own sins. She was crucial because she represented everything he had lost, every little part of him he had left behind to become what he was today. Tseng was pulled from his thoughts by the approach of a waiter with his vodka on ice. He watched as the young man cleared his table, noticing that the boy was of Wutain descent. It was rare to see someone from his homeland in Midgar and he curiously observed the youth taking the dishes to the kitchen before moving on to Reeve’s table. Tuesti didn’t notice the waiter at first, caught up in conversation with an older gentleman on his left. When the youth leaned between them to collect their plates though, he captured Reeve’s full attention. The engineer tried to be discrete, but Tseng saw him look over the young man, his eyes lingering a little too long on the boys backside when he leant across the table. Tseng smirked, relieved to have finally found a line of attack. Reeve Tuesti was attracted to men, and the young Wutain seemed to be of particular interest to him. While Tseng wasn’t quiet as young, he was male and Wutain… two out of three should be enough to work with. ***.*** Mr Winebecker continued to explain the functions of the computer system that controlled his chemical plant and on any other occasion, Reeve would have been listening intently to the elderly gentleman, always eager to learn about industries he was unfamiliar with. Tonight though, he was hard pressed just to keep an expression of polite interest on his face as the hand grasping his thigh slowly began creeping higher. The owner of the hand was the wife of Mr Winebecker’s accountant, who unfortunately couldn’t make it to the companies weekly dinner party this time. Reeve was beginning to wish he had stayed home as well, especially when her hand moved to cover his crotch and suddenly squeezed. He grabbed hold of it and moved it away, managing to cover his sudden movements by standing up and excusing himself to use the bathroom. The men’s room was thankfully empty and Reeve sighed as he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and enjoying a moment’s peace. The accountant’s wife had been flirting with him all night and most of the evening had been wasted politely deflecting her advances to no avail. It riled his temper to have his evening ruined in such a way, especially when there was so much he’d hoped to learn from Mr Winebecker. The computers which ran his plant had a one of a kind design and Reeve had spent the last month worming his way into the older man’s circle of friends just to be invited tonight. “What a complete waste of an evening,” he muttered out loud, resting his head back against the tiles and trying to think of an excuse to leave. “It is still too early to write the night off completely, one would think,” a voice murmured nearby. Reeve jumped at the sound, his eyes flying open to find a gentleman standing a couple of meters away, looking at him intently. No, not a gentleman but a Turk… and not just any Turk. Tseng’s was a face he was well familiar with as too many of his dreams had guest starred the young Wutain in various scenarios that all ended the same way. Just thinking about it made Reeve’s pulse quicken and another part of his anatomy spring to life, much to his mortification. “Why are you here, Tseng? Am I under surveillance?” the engineer asked, not expecting an explanation but feeling the need to at least pretend he had a right to ask and be answered. The Turk smirked before replying, “Maybe I am simply here to save you from Mrs Dorse.” “Mrs Dorse?” Reeve asked, forehead furrowing as he tried to place the name. “The accountant’s wife who was fondling you under the table,” Tseng explained, taking a step closer. Reeve felt his face heat. “You could see that?” he squeaked out. “No. It was a case of reasonable suspicion and your reply simply confirmed my guess.” Tseng took another step forward as he spoke, eye’s locked onto Reeve’s and the older man began to feel decidedly uncomfortable. Tseng was far too observant and would soon notice how aroused he was if he didn’t find a way to end this. “I should return before they become concerned with my absence,” the engineer murmured, his body tensing as Tseng took yet another step closer which brought them face to face. They were so close that Reeve could now smell the Turk’s aftershave, an unusual scent that reminded him of the forests inland of Costa de Sal that he had visited as a child. “You haven’t been gone that long… or are you simply eager to return so that she can continue?” Tseng whispered, leaning in close but still keeping a hair’s breath of separation along the length of their bodies. “What do you want?” Reeve whispered, breaths speeding up as his heart beat thundered in his ears. “Hmmm,” Tseng hummed, head tilting slightly to one side as his lips curled up in a slight smile. “There are many things I want, Mr Tuesti. But right now, what you want is more important. Care to share?” Reeve tried to think of a response through the panic he felt, but when the tip of Tseng’s tongue darting out to lightly lick over his lips, the engineer’s brain blanked out instantly. All he could think of in the moment was how much he wanted Tseng. He’d always wanted him, from the first day he’d seen him in the distance across the foyer of the Shinra tower. The Turk had only just been hired at the time but he already moved with a natural grace and had a presence that made people move out of his way. Reeve had longed for him for two years now, never having the courage to approach him or even try to converse with young man. How does one make a pass at a person that is known best for the way in which he tortures and kills others? “Cat got your tongue?” Tseng whispered, a small chuckle rumbling softly from between his lips as Reeve stared. “What?” the engineer mumbled, jolted out of his frozen panic by the question. “I asked you what you want… right now,” Tseng patiently explained, hands raising to adjust Reeve’s tie and straighten the line of his collar before resting on his chest. “I-I want…I…,” Reeve stuttered as Tseng leaned in closer. “Yes?” Tseng encouraged, so close that when he spoke, Reeve could feel the younger man’s lips brush over his own. The door to the bathroom suddenly opened but neither man moved or looked to see who it was. An unknown voice made a sound of surprise, the unknown interrupter quickly exiting the room and letting the door slam shut behind them. “Maybe this isn’t the best place for this discussion,” Tseng mused, moving back a little but keeping his hands where they were. “Whoever that was is probably reporting us to security as we speak,” he added with a grin. Reeve could only nod, fighting the urge to pull the man before him into a kiss, despite the threat of discovery. Tseng didn’t make any move to leave, seemingly content to just watch him intently, as if waiting for him to decide on their next move. “What exactly does this discussion entail?” Reeve finally whispered, his brain making a come back when the rest of his body wanted only to go with need and damn the consequence. Unfortunately, his brain pulled rank. “An exchange. I have something you want and you have something I need,” Tseng responded without hesitation. “What do I have that you need?” “I need your loyalty, for you to swear your allegiance to Rufus Shinra and follow him over his father. If you are asked to do certain favors, you will carry them out without question,” Tseng explained, hands idling tracing the lines of Reeve’s suit as he spoke. Reeve almost sighed, but managed to contain it. Everything in his life somehow seemed to come back to Shinra, one way or another. It was like a curse, shadowing his whole life. Despite that, what was being asked of him didn’t sound like much effort. He’d personally rather follow Rufus that the President, simply because he despised Shinra senior. Reeve didn’t know much about the Vice President, but surely the boy couldn’t be any worse... “And in return for my loyalty, what exactly do I get?” the engineer asked, wanting the whole picture before he agreed to anything. “Once a week, for as long as your loyalty remains, I am at your service,” the Turk replied, serious as he turned his eyes up to meet Reeve’s. “Whatever you wish of me in that time, I will do.” The realization of what he was being offered here hit Reeve like a brick and his knees went weak, beginning to tremble as he tried to search the dark eyes before him for how Tseng felt about this deal. He gleamed no answers there though, a calm patience the only emotion he could decipher. “And here and now is…?” “Your first payment, if you agree to the arrangement.” Nodding, Reeve frowned as he wrestled with his conscience. He was a man who always strove to take the moral high road, even to his own detriment. It was the way he had been raised… old values and honor above personal gain. Standing here right now though, with the scent of Tseng flowing through his senses and that perfect body so close, he found himself for the first time in his life, strangely bereft of his usual guilt. He had spent too long yearning for a taste of the Wutain, a man he would usually have no chance of ever touching. Maybe it was the wine he had consumed with dinner, but for some reason he didn’t want to analyze, he decided this once to be selfish. The male toilets in a restaurant were hardly the most appropriate of settings for such activities, but Reeve was beginning to lose his grip on the reality of the situation and he feared that if they left this room, the whole illusion would simply disappear. “A stall?” he finally whispered, eyes glancing over to the closest toilet stall before darting back down to watch Tseng’s lips twitch, fascinated by the fact that there was more emotion shown in those thin, pink lines than in any other part of the Turk’s face. The silence after he had spoken dragged on too long, and Reeve began to fear that he had misinterpreted Tseng’s offer, nerves churning in his stomach. The sudden reply made him startle a little when it finally came. “As you wish.” There was something to the young man’s tone of voice that troubled Reeve and he distractedly pondered what it was as he was led into one of the bathroom stalls. The sound of the door being locked brought his attention back though and he looked up just in time to watch the beautiful Turk sink down onto his knees. It was wrong, so very wrong for a man such as Tseng to kneel before him like this but Reeve found his courage to object gone, his lust and need taking his mind hostage and keeping him silent. His pants were unfastened quickly, the material of his slacks and underwear falling to pool around his ankles and still he did nothing, ignoring the voice in the back of his head screaming at him to cease this madness. Tseng didn’t look up at him even once, taking Reeve’s cock into his mouth with the same grim determination in which he did everything. The engineer began to feel like an abuser, as if he was forcing the beautiful man before him to perform like a whore for his own amusement. Unfortunately, that thought only drove his desire higher. The power of it, the simple unfettered bliss of threading his fingers through the deadly Turk’s hair and thrusting into his mouth, even making him choke a couple of times… it was so fucking intoxicating. Reeve had never had any power in his life. He’d always been physically weaker and slower than everyone else. The only reason he’d managed any success in his life was because he worked so hard at being smarter and could take another ruling over him and pushing him around with a smile plastered on his face. Reeve Tuesti had always been a follower but now, for the very first time, he was getting a taste of what drove men like Rufus Shinra to be so very ruthless. Power felt amazing. Unfortunately though, nothing lasts forever and too soon Reeve was shuddering through his climax, hands grasping Tseng’s hair tight just to keep himself upright. When the bliss dissipated, Tseng released him and sat back on his ankles as he redressed Reeve with the same unemotional efficiency that he’d held through the whole incident. Reeve couldn’t help but feel dirty… and not in a good way.
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