The rain fell slowly, it wasn’t much, but enough to be noticed. After a few minutes the streetlights glimmered in the waterdrops that had landed on the well-polished black limo. Tseng took a step back, placing himself out of reach from the rain.
Everything was set, they were all ready to go. Only Rufus was missing.
Damn him, Tseng thought, he knows how important this is. His father will be furious if he doesn’t show up.
He looked over at the driver who was trying very hard to look as if having to stand in the rain, waiting, didn’t bother him at all.
“I’m going to look for him,” Tseng said. A car passed by, then he crossed the street.
If you’d only see to the building then you wouldn’t think that inside, one of Midgar’s most exclusive night clubs lay. The iron door with the two guards bore some resemblance to what you’d imagine an illegal gambling palace to look like.
The guards just nodded to Tseng and stepped out of his way, knowing very well who he was.
In the low-lit, smoke filled room it took a moment or two for Tseng’s eyes to adjust. But he spotted Rufus quickly enough, sitting in the corner, on a velvet couch. He was surrounded by the usual admirers and a few people known as his ‘friends.’
The scene was still to absurd to him. Rufus, sitting with a drink in his hand, cigarette in the other, flirting with whoever was within his range. Already looking right at home in this club he was barely old enough to be allowed into. He was no longer the boy Tseng had known for the last ten years.
Rufus looked up briefly as Tseng approached the party. One arm snaked around the waist of a pretty blonde sitting next to him.
“Sir,” Tseng said, ignoring the snickers from the other people around the table, “it’s time to leave.”
The young vice-president stabbed out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, then looked up at his bodyguard.
“Then why don’t you leave Tseng?” he snorted, pulling the giggling blonde closer.
“I have my orders, sir. From your father.”
Rufus downed the last of his drink, slamming the glass down on the table again.
“Fine, if you gonna be such a bitch about it, then let’s get the fuck outta here.”
He was drunk. Tseng grabbed his arm, anything but gently, and pulled him up from his seat.
“Yes, let’s go,” he agreed. He led the drunken young man infront of him, holding him steady by the arm.
*****
“What about the dinner meeting?” Rufus mumbled as he fell back onto his bed.
Tseng watched him, sprawled over the white sheets, gazing up at him with dimmed eyes.
“Your father would probably have us both executed if you turned up like this to the meeting. Therefore I decided to take you home and let you take the blow in the morning.”
“How very kind of you.”
Tseng sat down on the bed, stroking the blond hair out of Rufus’ face. Rufus closed his eyes, sighing softly.
“I’ll always be there to catch you when you fall, Rufus. But I’m not going to jump in your place. You had better remember that.”
Rufus held Tseng’s gaze for a moment, even in the dark room he could imagine the deep hazel color he’d looked into so many times.
“Always loyal to the company, eh, Tseng?”
Tseng smiled faintly. “Something like that. Now, get cleaned up and go to sleep.”
“Yes, sir,” Rufus mumbled, back to being the teenager he really was.
*****
“I thought I got myself out of this yesterday,” Rufus sighed, holding out his arms as the tailor made the finishing touches to his new suit.
Tseng was sitting by the kitchen table, idly flipping through the pages of the morning paper which Rufus had as usual left unread. He glanced over at his young protégé standing by the window, the early rays of the sun playing over his features. Tseng caught himself staring at the blond, but it was too late, Rufus had already noticed it.
“With all due respect sir, you got yourself out of it yesterday since you were too drunk to attend that meeting. But it’s a new day in the Shinra Tower and that means there’s a new meeting to attend.”
Rufus didn’t reply, instead he turned to the tailor, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. “You can go, this will be fine.”
The tailor made a bow, which went unnoticed by both Tseng and Rufus, then he left the vice-president’s apartment.
Rufus slowly strolled over to where his bodyguard was sitting, never breaking the contact their eyes kept.
“Do you think I look good in this, Tseng?” he asked, posing for the Turk.
A moment passed, enough for Tseng to collect his calm. A brief silence, then he cleared his throat.
“It’s not too bad, better than the grey one.”
Rufus chuckled, then gracefully pushed himself up on the edge of the table, sliding the newspaper aside as he did so. Tseng looked up at him, it was clear that Rufus wouldn’t drop whatever it was he had in mind.
“I asked; do I look good in this?”
Tseng blinked, knowing where Rufus was taking the conversation.
“I guess,” he finally replied.
“Tell me something,” Rufus leaned back, his palms against the glass surface of the table. “What’s it like being turned on by another man?” A slow smile spread across his face as he saw the Turk tense up. “Oh, come on, Tseng. Did you think I didn’t know? I’ve heard the rumours about you and Reno.”
Tseng rose from his chair abruptly, although Rufus legs blocked his way. He remained standing where he was.
“My personal life is not really your business, sir, therefore I would appreciate if you stayed out of it.”
“You are wrong, Tseng.” Rufus still wouldn’t let him pass. “You are a Turk, therefore you belong to Shinra. That would mean you are mine to do with as I please. And I’m asking you if there’s any truth to the rumours, I have the right to know after all.”
Without warning Tseng grabbed the blond’s legs, his hands curling in under the bend of his knees, pulling him forward until his body was pressed against the Turks. He leaned over, claiming Rufus’ lips with his own.
Rufus’ breathing was getting heavier as their tongues tangled briefly, his hands clasped at the other man’s collar. Without really thinking about it he spread his legs a bit further, pressing harder against the other body, pulling Tseng down on top of him.
Suddenly Tseng broke away from the kissing, looking down on Rufus who now lay on the table, panting.
Tseng pushed himself up, tucking away some fly away strands of dark hair behind his ear. He took in the image of Rufus laying there on the table, wanting him, for one last time.
“Now, Rufus,” he said, “you know what it’s like being turned on by another man.”
He turned to leave, changed his mind, faced the vice-president again and said; “And I’ll never belong to you or be yours to do as you please with.”
He headed for the door, but the sound of Rufus’ bare feet touching the floor made him pause, briefly, then Rufus’ low voice reached him.
“Don’t... don’t go, Tseng. I don’t want you to go.”
Again, he turned to face the young man who was now standing beside the table. Silently he studied him, waiting for him to speak again.
Rufus shrugged, then laughed softly as his eyes were kept on his feet, suddenly very engaged in chasing invisible dust in circles over the tiled floor. “Kiss me again?”
Tseng allowed himself to smile, slowly walking over to the other man who didn’t look up until he was standing right infront of him. Tseng put two fingers under his chin, looking in to his eyes for a second before touching lips to lips once more.
Rufus took first one, then another, step backwards, seeing if Tseng would follow him.
And he did.
His hands rested lazily at the blond’s waist as his mouth sought out more sweet kisses.
Rufus’ hand flew up only to collide with the doorframe which led into his bedroom.
Tseng steered him towards the bed, pushing him down on it, his hands demandingly tugging at Rufus’ shirt. He shivered as he felt hands finding their way in under his own shirt.
All their clothing were quickly discarded onto the floor. Rufus looked up at Tseng, towering naked above him. He reached up and pulled the beautiful wutan down for a fierce kiss.
“I want you, Tseng,” he whispered, the words were almost caught in a moan as the Turk slid his hand in between Rufus thighs and parted his legs.
“You got some kind of lotion or something close by?” Tseng queried.
Rufus looked around briefly.
“The drawer,” he then remembered, “under the bedside table. I’ve got hand creme.”
Tseng shrugged. “A classic.” He fished out a blue plastic jar out of the drawer, studying it for a moment before undoing the lid.
“Just relax,” he told Rufus as he leaned over him again.
The young blond bit his lip as Tseng’s fingers teased over his cleft, one slowly finding it’s way in. He threw his head to the side, moaning as one more finger was inserted.
Tseng winced a little as Rufus’ nails scratch over his back. With his free hand he turned Rufus face to his, claiming his lips just as his fingers slid out of the anticipating body. The nails dug deeper into his skin as he pressed the head of his cock into the other man. As gently as possible he probed further in, holding Rufus’ hips down as he did so.
Rufus sank his teeth into Tseng’s shoulder,
suppressing the urge to cry out loud.
“Are you ok?” Tseng asked, his voice further from the usually calm and collected tone than Rufus had ever heard before.
“Yes... yes,” Rufus managed. “Gods, yes, if feels... it feels incredible. You feel incredible,” he panted against the Turk’s neck.
As Tseng started up a rhythm with his thrusts Rufus bucked his hips upwards, thrusting into Tseng’s hand wrapped around his aching length.
*****
Tseng looked at Rufus sleeping peacefully beside him. No, he was definitely not the little boy he once had been. And to tell the truth, Tseng was kind of glad that he wasn’t.
He smiled, his hand brushing through the golden hair. One last tender kiss was stolen before he pulled the younger man into his embrace.
Rufus stirred, only awakening long enough to nuzzle up closer to his lover, then falling asleep again.
Tseng yawned. He buried his face in Rufus’ soft hair, then sleep claimed him
too.
the end
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