Disclaimer: I do not know own Final Fantasy VII, or anything else related to the game.

Author's Note: Just a warning that this is male/male. Inspired by UNKLE's "Hold My Hand." Enjoy.

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Dirty Games

That deceptive little fucker.

Reno's steps were quick and loud as he trudged outside the Shinra Corporation building to smoke a cigarette. Once leaned against a wall, he swiftly flicked his lighter up to the cigarette already in his mouth and took a drag when it was lit. Harmful, yes -- but the dangerous habit had its uses, especially when one was suffering from an insane amount of aggravation as Reno was at the moment.

The little fucking brat...

Well, that's not fair, he thought. Reno could easily blame himself for ending up in this shit predicament... Then again, was it really his fault that the goddamn President got himself stabbed, and that his little tyrant of a son took over the company?

Reno chuckled. Whoever said that the former President and his son, Rufus Shinra, were two completely different people wasn't kidding.

Rufus... well... He didn't bullshit, and didn't take anyone else's, either. It was why the kid managed to fire over 15 employees before his welcoming ceremony even took place.

And of course, by "fire," Reno meant, "execute."

Rufus always had a way of working hand-in-hand with fear, Reno observed. It was the guy's motto, after all, to control people with terror. And he exemplified the emotion well. His eyes were cold, calculating, and cruel. He was always dressed in white in hopes to appear far bigger than he was, and Reno realized just then that he had never seen a true smile appear on the boy's face.

To be honest, the Turk admired those traits about Rufus and always had. The kid made people squirm. It was... entertaining, the dirty games he played.

Reno exhaled the smoke slowly. At least until you're the one being played.

With Rufus busy "firing" people left and right, Reno became a little... careless. I mean, Rufus couldn't possibly kill a Turk, yeah? They were his damn protection. And the kid's paranoia was evident in his demand for always having at least one guard by his side at all times.

So Reno got hurt occasionally and needed some extra painkillers sometimes. Big deal. If the former President knew anything of it, he certainly didn't mind. For some strange reason, the big man felt Reno had already proved his loyalty and skills to his beloved company.

He did, after all, bring the plate down on Sector 7, a plan suggested by the former President's malicious little son.

Reno would have thought that would have given him a little respect. Plus, he did wind up getting his ass kicked by Cloud and his little friends; so a few stolen meds from Hojo's lab didn't seem to be such a heinous crime.

But oh, Rufus loved to play…

Reno dropped his cigarette on the floor and put it out with his heel, then quickly lit another one.

He was just a damn kid, Reno thought. Yet he possessed the ability to crush you like a bug if he wanted to. One knowing gaze, a smirk on the blonde's lips, and spoken implications were enough for Reno to determine that Rufus knew about his little late night break-ins. And while Reno knew Rufus wouldn't necessarily "fire" him, the kid could always let the information slip, and if Hojo ever found out...

...Well, Reno didn't want to be his next test subject.

"Damn it," the redhead muttered, clenching his fist and slamming it against the wall behind him. Rufus, of course, would have never brought it up if he weren't planning on doing something with the information. Rufus' moves are precise and planned way ahead, before anyone could even begin to speculate.

To make matters worse, the new President had just recently hired Elena. Was she a replacement? Reno swallowed. Had he already told Hojo then? Were they up there in his office, discussing Reno's fate right now?

"Damn it!" Reno said in a more agitated tone. Rufus was already getting to him. He was being played excellently, and he fucking hated it.

He would not lose to a kid.

That was all he was. A fucking kid. A kid that played dirty, dirty games.

Well, Reno wasn't going to lose.

It wasn't hard for the Turk to determine that Rufus discovered his secret through observing surveillance tapes. Hell, that was how he was getting away with laying people off these days. So Reno only assumed he kept these tapes somewhere close...

He had to get into the new President's apartment.

And unfortunately for Rufus Shinra, Reno knew his weakness, and had known about it for quite a while.

Reno had noticed the blonde's furtive glances, and how he'd manage to look just in time to see Rufus turn away. His stern demeanor always seemed to be a little... off, when Reno was around. At least, he spoke differently to Rude and Tseng than he did with the redhead.

It was in the eyes, the Turk determined. Always cold, yet there was always something else stirring in them...

Reno noticed.

He smirked. The boy would be too easy to take, and Reno would be free from this little mess Rufus was threatening him with, free from the punk's little game.

Yeah. Like taking candy from a kid.

Na, na-na, na.

Reno put out his cigarette again, and with a more confident air about him, strolled back into Shinra Headquarters.

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"Sir," Reno greeted, walking up to the new President as he was leaving his office. "Just thought ya'd need company walking back to yer apartment."

"Reno," the blonde acknowledged, appearing undisturbed with the way Reno snuck up on him. "I would have assumed you'd be more interested in other parts of the Shinra building." He took that moment to look down and pick off imaginary lint off his immaculate white coat, and therefore, didn't see the flash of rage flicker in Reno's face.

Dirty little...

"Nah, sir," Reno managed to reply. "Protectin' you is my job, you know that." Reno followed behind Rufus as they made their way to the elevator.

Was Reno really going to do this? Fleeting reluctance passed before Reno spoke again.

"And I know ya like havin' me around."

"Is that what you think," Rufus mused in a rather dull tone, but there was no mistaking the moment's hesitation, and if Reno were looking, he was sure he would have seen shock in the cold blue irises for a split-second.

Gotcha.

Now Reno knew how unwise it was to continue with his plan, but he was still uncertain about Rufus' next moves. Besides, wasn't he a dead man already?

Might as well have a little fun.

"While I admit your presence is rather entertaining, I'm sure there are far more interesting people to pester in this building… Secretaries, chairmen… scientists…"

"But, sir," Reno began, and, very sure he was digging his own grave at this point, decided to lean towards the blonde and murmur, "No one here's got pretty blue eyes like you."

Rufus locked eyes with the Turk who was dangerously close and didn't say anything for a while. The elevator rang, announcing that they reached their level and promptly opened its doors for the two men.

"I'm flattered," he finally said.

"Ya should be."

Before Reno could advance further, Rufus darted out of the elevator and into the hallway, almost leaving Reno behind. The redhead quickly leaped out before the doors closed and chased after him.

"As much as you think I enjoy having you around, Reno, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

Reno slowed his steps as his mind raced to find the right thing to say. "Sir, I..."

"I'm sure you'll find a way to, ah, ease the pain," Rufus said. He had his back turned as he unlocked his apartment door and turned around to look at Reno. There was no trace of anything in the blue, but Reno knew he was attempting to determine what the Turk would do next.

The kid wanted to play, then. Reno could agree to that.

"Rufus," Reno said quietly, placing his hands against the door and trapping the blonde between his arms

"That's 'Sir'--"

But Reno absolutely refused to let him have the last word. So maybe having his own lips placed against the President's might shut him up. So Reno did just that, and once he pulled away, he gave Rufus, who finally showed an obvious expression of surprise, a wolfish grin.

"Let me in, yeah?"

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A tinge of uneasiness fell on the redhead as he made his way towards Rufus' couch. Was he really going to go through with this? He was really going to... well, seduce the President?

Fuck, this was crazy.

Reno's gaze flickered up to Rufus, who was standing in the living room, staring into the distance; no doubt the blonde was contemplating his next move.

It was a dangerous game they were about to play, Reno knew. If Rufus realized Reno was using him, well... But then again, the damn kid left Reno no choice but to do just that. Plus, Rufus couldn't necessarily take down Reno without going down with him, and if Rufus refused to do anything, it was admitting defeat.

No doubt those thoughts were also running through Rufus' head. If the man were smart, he'd tell Reno to leave now.

Instead, however, Rufus turned to face the redhead. "How long have you known?"

Reno swallowed. Clever move, Mr. Shinra. The Turk really didn't know how to answer. Just what has he known?

He certainly wasn't going to let Rufus know he knew of the tapes.

"A while," Reno finally answered, leaning back into the couch to make himself a little less awkward.

"A while," Rufus repeated. He took two steps forward, advancing towards Reno. He stopped suddenly and smirked. "Was I that obvious?"

Reno smiled. "Not at all, sir."

The blonde advanced more. "Rufus," he corrected, and stood in front of the Turk as he leaned forward. Reno could feel his heart clanging in his chest as his boss carefully examined him for what seemed like an eternity.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Not that Reno was averse to what would transpire in the privacy of Rufus' apartment -- quite the contrary. He appreciated the kid's beauty; the silken blonde hair, arctic eyes and soft features of his face…

No, the actions weren't scaring him -- the repercussions were.

But he couldn't back down now, not when Rufus was leaning in so brazenly as he was.

"I must say, Reno," Rufus finally said, his calm tone slightly above a whisper. "With all the events occurring in a small amount of time..." He traced a finger on Reno's right scar, causing his breath to hitch.

"Becoming President of Shinra Inc, AVALANCHE, Sephiroth... I haven't had much time to... indulge."

He caught Reno's mouth with his own, the kiss quickly spiraling into a needy, hungry action. Reno eventually opened his mouth and allowed Rufus' tongue to taste his own. Rufus tasted of white chocolate, Reno mused, sweet dessert so devastatingly delicious that the Turk almost forgot why he was there.

Oh, shit.

Rufus must have seen the alarm in Reno's face when he pulled back because the blonde's eyes narrowed slightly before focusing once again on the Turk's face.

Damn, Reno thought. His paranoia never wavers. He panted for a few seconds before recovering and giving his boss a devilish smirk.

"Good thing I took notice then, yeah?"

A half-smile crossed Rufus' face as he knelt down in front of the redhead. He looked up as he loosened Reno's trousers. "My thoughts exactly."

"Fuck," Reno groaned as he felt the warmth of Rufus' mouth surrounding him. Shit, this was too good. It couldn't possibly be this easy and so fucking good to strip Rufus Shinra of his dignity.

But the kid (and Reno had to keep reminding himself that he was just that -- a kid) was making it difficult for Reno to win, not with the way he flicked his tongue around Reno's head, enveloping his entire shaft within the caverns of his mouth... Reno tilted his head back against the couch and stroked Rufus' hair with a shaking hand, brushing the blonde bangs out of his face.

This was a horrible, fucking brilliant idea. Reno closed his eyes and sighed loudly as the overwhelming feelings of pleasure pulsed in him. The worst idea ever. He can't possibly use the kid like this, no way--

No, Reno could not falter. Rufus wanted to play his dirty games, fine. Then he'll get what he deserved.

Rufus stopped when Reno's orgasm was threatening to come. The blonde decided to begin stripping himself of his many layers of clothing while the redhead sat there on the couch, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Rufus," he uttered, the exclamation coming out raspy. "Fuck... I don't..."

"Cold feet?" Rufus challenged, the accusation bringing Reno out of his stupor.

"Who? Me? C'mon, Rufus," Reno teased and rose from the couch as he, too, began removing his clothing. "When have I ever been scared?"

Reno kissed the blonde deeply once more, licking his lips as he pulled back. "Ready?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you?" Rufus questioned as he coaxed Reno back onto the couch.

Wait. Wait.

Suddenly, Reno didn't feel in control of the game anymore.

"But I, I thought..."

Rufus smirked before motioning with his finger for Reno to turn around on the couch. When Reno still looked hesitant, Rufus' eyes narrowed once more, his cold eyes locked onto Reno's.

"What did you think?" he asked, the words slowly leaving his mouth.

To be honest, Reno didn't know. Rufus didn't... Well, Reno was just used to topping and ... But there was something else, too, that was bothering him... The Turk was unable to determine why the suspicion was there, but it was.

Forget it. He had to do what needed to be done to save his ass. It wasn't like Reno was new to it anyway. So, with slight reluctance, Reno turned his back to the blonde.

He gasped as he felt Rufus' mouth sucking on the side of his neck, his lips traveling from the crook of the redhead's neck to his ear. "My precious little Turk," he whispered. "All mine..."

Keep telling yourself that, Reno thought. Like taking candy from a kid. Na, na-na, na...

But when Rufus entered, oh, how easy it would have been to relinquish his inhibitions. Rufus was groaning into his ear and how fucking simple it'd be for Reno to slip back and let the the blonde use him up once again. It was nearly impossible to not give in and succumb to those carnal desires he had in earlier times...

Through the rough movements, Rufus' hand found Reno's and the blonde laced his fingers with his as the thrusts became harder and faster.

"Reno..." Rufus choked out, his other hand grabbing Reno and pumping him to climax.

The way he moaned his fucking name was music to his ears, and it was too much, and this was the worst fucking idea in history. Reno was crumbling, faltering...

"Rufus," he yelled, his orgasm approaching. "Rufus, I... FUCK," he groaned, the traces of his climax spilling all over Rufus' hand. Rufus quickly followed with three more hard thrusts before collapsing on top of Reno, kissing the side of his face and allowed time for them both to catch their breaths.

It was over. He won. Reno leaned back against his boss and tumbled down onto the couch, taking Rufus with him.

"Shit, sir," he said after a minute.

"Rufus," the blonde corrected. "Rest..."

Reno complied.

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The Turk awoke with a jolt, as if his subconscious reminded him of where he was. Immediately, he noticed the blanket tightly wrapped around him, but there was no one else in sight. Then, realizing he was still naked, Reno rose from the couch and began putting his clothes back on, which were unexpectedly folded neatly on Rufus' coffee table.

Well, Reno thought when he was fully clothed. He did it, though not without slipping a bit. Reno scratched the back of his neck and sighed. The kid -- or man, whatever -- always had that power over him, mesmerizing the redhead to complete subordination.

He almost forgot how much he had wanted the blonde...

Reno shook his head feverishly to escape the thoughts. That was a while back, he told himself. It's different now. He had a job to finish.

The Turk cautiously began creeping around Rufus' apartment, looking for a case, a safe... anything that could be possible be stashing videotapes.

After a quick search around the other parts of the apartment, Reno slowly made his way towards his boss' bedroom. The door was ajar, so with a careful push, the Turk made his way inside. Of course, Rufus was in his bed knocked out, surrounded by fluffy blankets and plush pillows. Reno rolled his eyes, but soon spotted a black cabinet that seemed out of place in an overbearingly white room.

Jackpot.

Tip-toeing across the room, Reno slowly made his way to the cabinet. He opened the glass case and glanced at the many videotapes stacked neatly in rows. All of them were labeled by an employer's name -- Reno recognized some of the recently deceased ones, confirming his suspicions that this was how Rufus had enough evidence to pick off everyone.

He grinned as he finally found his target -- the tape labeled "RENO" was at the very bottom, piled under many others.

Of course it wouldn't be that easy, he thought. Surprisingly though, he removed his tape with minimal effort and noise. Once the tape was safely in his hands, he tucked it inside his jacket and proceeded to focus his attention on the sleeping blonde. He inched his way closer, carefully, to not waken Rufus, and once in front of him, trailed a finger along the side of his face.

"Not gonna use me anymore," he whispered, remembering the many instances when he found himself in the same position as he was in at the moment. But it was different now. He won. Rufus wasn't going to get his petty little revenge against Reno because he left months ago. Reno isn't one to disappear so easily.

With those thoughts, Reno turned around to leave the apartment.

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Once in the hallway, Reno was suddenly overcome with an urge to watch the tape. It was more curiosity than paranoia. He wanted to know exactly what Rufus was threatening him with, and he needed to know at that moment. With fire in each step, Reno quickly made his way onto the elevator and onto his level to watch the tape in the comfort of his home.

The anticipation was tingling, but Reno didn't understand. What were these sudden feelings of distrust and suspicion stirring within him?

He closed the door behind him and practically sprinted to his television set, shoving the video tape into his VCR and turning up the volume so he could clearly hear...

...Well, fuck.

Reno suddenly felt incredibly small as he collapsed onto his couch, running a sweaty palm along his face as he watched Rufus and himself in heated passion on the blonde's couch. Reno swallowed hard, almost unable to watch his own eyes become clouded with undeniable lust as Rufus' head bobbed up and down.

When did he get those damn cameras installed?

Reno covered his face with his hands, overwhelmed with defeat. This... He...

The dirty fucking games he played...

A loud gasp caught Reno's attention. His eyes quickly darted up again to find himself in Rufus' grasp. Reno's half-lidded eyes were focused on nothing in particular, he could tell, but Rufus...

No, Rufus... His eyes were locked onto the camera as his lips made their way from Reno's neck to his ear. With those piercing blue eyes still looking up at the camera, Rufus whispered into Reno's ear: "My precious little Turk... all mine."

He stole Reno's dignity, then.

Like taking candy from a kid.

Na, na-na, na.

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Author's Note: I'm very tempted to continue this, as this was initially going to be a one-shot, so... yeah.