The night seemed to roll in on the hooves of lathargy. The desire of sleep seemed to run high in the atomphere around him, like a sickenening disease that clung to every breath and wild beast had taken the shine from everyones eyes, leaving them empty and raw with the dull glow of hungering desire for slumber. Yet his eyes glew brightly with attention and alertness. A light that seemed to steal away from everyone elses, making himself appear so alive in comparison with the back drop of the dying. It was indeed the only time he appeared this way, during the day he faded simply and easily into the shadowed backgrounds. He became but a mere statue, to be looked upon for but a second then forgotten.
Yet at night he seemed to brim with so much life, a predator looking for it's pray. The sleek and killer animal that matched so perfectly with the cat that lay sprawled out by the vice presidents desk. The Turk stood in silence behind the seated man, his slender features masked completely with chilling coldness. Yet those eyes still glittered, and the young vice president could see behind those eyes.
The blonde was truly blessed with beauty. He gave off the form of a fruit ripe to be picked, but he was rotten on the inside, with a mouth that was bitter and sour. Yet it was this man that the turk had grown so close to, who had chosen the special honor of sharing his bed with. An honor rarely given to another human being. Rufus had supposed he was supposed to feel special, supposed to be appeased by seeing what Tseng was really like behind his mask. Yet he had felt little other than the pleasures of lust and perhaps the minor sway of affection. This ellicit affair was nothing special to him, and when the time came he would shake it off without much thought.
He knew the cold hearted man behind him felt the same, and when the time came to break, he knew neither of them would be scarred.
The dark eyed man watched as the blondes pencil scribbled over the page, destroying the clean cut paper beneath and branding his mark into it. He watched as the blonde's eyes flickered for a moment across the page, correcting any mistakes he had made. He watched cautiously as the rubber so mercilessly ate up all the mistakes beneath it, and Rufus corrected the impure and wrong letters. He could watch and allow a thousand pictures to be painted all because of this man writing on his paper. He wondered if Rufus knew of the creation he allowed to be born within the turk, all from simple tasks.
It was this sudden sweep of affection that caused Tseng to step forewards, this sudden heart beat that caused him to reach out and grab the blonde's wrist. As the vice president looked up towards his protector in sudden anger, Tseng answered his question. His soft lips came down, pressing gently against the side of the others lips. The blonde didn't make a sound, but Tseng could feel his breath quicken slightly. A soft hand came to reach up to Tseng's face, the fingers lightly brushing against the skin. The kiss was sharply broken after that, the obvious pleasures disappating into apparently annoyance. Tseng stepped bak as the young male spun on his chair, facing the dark haired turk.
"My, my, Tseng. Your standards are slipping. You will have to be better than that if you want your prize tonight," the vice president hissed, sneering poiently at the dark haired man before him. He caught the flicker of emotion go over Tsengs face, proof that the mask was starting to break. He caught in his dark chocolate eyes the flicker of lust. It was for but a moment, but it was all Rufus needed as the turk reached a gentle hand out, cupping his face. He allowed himself to be swept away into the turks game. Always so silent, yet so always so effective. His blue eyes rolled back, lids shutting as he allowed his lips to move in time with the others. The tender warmth that seemed to emit from the others caused his breathing to hasten, his head cocking slightly and allowing the snaking tongue to pass through. It was there Tseng felt his pleasure wash through him, the breaking warmth of the dance of tongues.
Pulling away, Tseng's lips where moist with the others desires. They shimmered slightly in the office light, even more noticeably as they parted yet again to speak.
"And what prize would that be?"
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A moan escaped the tender lips of the younger blonde, shuddering through the air and down Tsengs back. His fingers went into the darkers hair, tangling and pulling at it as his back arched against the bedsheets. His breathing was fast, his chest rising and falling heavily against the other males. Another moan rippled from him as he turned his head against the pillow, his other hand gripping hard onto the turks shoulder. Suddenly Rufus's eyes seemed to open wildly, and the final moan passed from him as he felt himself spill to the turk. It seemed he had came for him too, juding by the horse breaths and the slowing thrusts from the man that hung above him.
They lay together for some time, their breath washing over each other. Sweat seemed to cling to both of them, pressing their hair against their foreheads. Yet neither of them seemed to care, so completely lost within the lustful game they had just played. Tsengs fingers ran gently up and down the blondes chest as he lay relaxed beside his lover, the soundless words seemed to whisper between him. Rufus's head turned lightly, nuzzling against the turks as he allowed himself to be bathed in the gentle bath of intimacy.
"You barely scraped your exam, but at least you passed," the blonde murmered, finding the coils of sleep amoung the twisted bedsheets.
"I wouldn't say it was hard. It never is, pleasing you" he replied, hands now brushing against the blondes cheek. He could tell the other now longed for the sweet ecstacy of sleep as he coiled a finger around his hair. alllowing a few more gentle strokes, he lowered his head ito the silk covers, allowing his tired body this one satisfaction.
Within the shadows of affection lurked a figure. Within Tsengs cupboard stood a man that would have been so noticable during the day. Yet within this darkness Tseng had failed to notice, the pudgy man's fists gripping in anxiety. He wiped away the tears, before sitting down, resigning to the fact he'd have to be sleeping here tonight.