Hey guys! Vann here. This is what started the whole ordeal of roleplay fanfictions: one simple Tseno. Not to mention, this was my first slash roleplay. More to come, my friends, more to come. And hope you enjoy it.
Story written by Gunny Leo, Vann Ramos.
Undercover Turks, Chapter one.
The redheaded second-in-command strode into Tseng's office as confident as ever.
"Hey sir-" he looked over at his bald headed friend, "Oh, 'sup Rude!" With a quick smirk to Rude, Reno went straight to Tseng's desk. The redhead leaned against the Wutaian's desk and looked confused. "Sir, I have a question. It's very serious. Maybe Rude should leave."
Tseng, leader of the Turks, gave a contained, agitated sigh and shot a look over to Rude. It was as if the Wutaian were asking Rude what Reno had in store this time. But the bald man merely shrugged and stood.
"Don't piss Tseng off too much, man. You're my only drinking buddy," the bald Turk acknowledged.
The redhead smirked from the side and shrugged Rude off. "Yeah yeah, I know. It's not like I have a plan for something evil..." He looked impatiently at Tseng, then back at Rude. Finally he turned around and faced the tall bald man. "Dude, please. Leave, it's serious."
Rude only shook his head, looked at Tseng rather sympathetically, and headed out of the Wutaian's office.
"What is it that you needed to see me for Reno?" asked Tseng, restraining himself from strangling the overly confident, meaning obnoxious, redhead smirking in front of him.
"So, I saw this movie last night, right..." Reno's hand twirled as he spoke. "It had to do something with... a king... and a lion. It was a small lion. Like a cub or something." He stared at Tseng for a moment, and then spoke again. "You know what movie I'm talkin' about?"
Tseng clenched his teeth together.
"Do you mean 'The Lion King'?" he managed to grind out.
The redhead pointed straight for the dot on Tseng's forehead. "Yeah that one!" he said, a little too noisily. "What was the point to it?"
The Wutaian felt a twitch coming on and took a slow, deep breath.
"Is this what the serious question was? If it is, then I suggest you remove yourself from my office and ask Rude or Elena before Rude loses his precious drinking buddy," Tseng growled.
Reno sighed in frustration. "Okay, to be serious. Fine. I just wanted a little bit of fun." His eyes darted around the room, then to look Tseng in the eye. "Sir, I have a problem."
Tseng had to feel a bit bad for Reno. Yes, he had been stressed with all the paperwork and reports especially since the trio attacking but that did not mean he had to take it out on Reno.
"What seems to be the problem?" asked the ebony-haired man adapting a concerned demeanor.
"I can't... uhh..." Reno looked down at the sudden concern coming from his superior. "Never mind... it's stupid." He turned around to leave but came right back to the desk. His aqua eyes almost scared. "I... I had sex last night."
The Wutaian was taken back. This wasn't something he had been expecting. Did Reno actually look scared? And about sex nonetheless. The redhead better not be pulling his leg. Tseng almost could not find something to say. But he had to do something; Reno was his second-in-command after all.
The Wutaian sounded almost timid. "I... Reno... Why are you scared?"
Reno closed his eyes and faced the ground. He pushed his pale hand through his hair and sighed. "It's not that I had sex, it's that I... don't think of me any different. It's just that I... I didn't like it!"
Another shocking revelation. Tseng wondered how much more he could take today.
"What do you mean you didn't like it?" the black-haired male's brows furrowed.
His aqua eyes looked up from the carpet straight into Tseng's eyes. Tears forming at the top of his bottom eye lids made his eyes look even more watery. "I just... I just couldn't... feel anything. It's like... you know how we all joke around. And how I'm all over girls. Well, the secretary; you know her. She and I got into bed together but I just couldn't ... I don't know I didn't like it. I..." A tear dripped from his left eye before quickly being snatched up from his hand.
"I just don't think I'm straight," he said at last.
If it could, the dot would have fell off of Tseng's forehead from the complete shock of it all. The Wutaian mentally shook his head. He stood up, walked around the desk and placed one hand on Reno's shoulder.
"Reno, why are you crying?" the leader of the Turks asked gently.
Reno argued back. "I'm not crying. Nope, not me. I don't do that shit." He looked at Tseng and became serious again. "I guess everyone just thinks of me as a womanizer, but I'm not."
Something fell into place inside Tseng's head.
"So you felt like you had to live up to everyone's 'expectations' didn't you?" the Wutaian resisted the urge to brush a strand of vibrant red out of Reno's eyes and would have been suspicious of the redhead if Reno didn't look so... so... much like someone kicked his puppy.
Reno nodded silently. He was staring at the floor intently, with so much on his mind. "So what now?" he asked, half smiling. "Am I to be shunned from the Turks? Am I to go on leave? What?"
Tseng snorted. "What, you think you have to leave because you're gay? Rufus is as gay as a fairy and you don't see him leaving. And just because you are gay doesn't always mean you're going to be girly," the blacked-haired man winked, wondering if Reno would get the implication.
Reno's head tilted to the side. "Rufus is gay?" his eyes grew wide, "And are you saying that I'm girly? I'm so not girly! Do I look like a girl to you?" Reno jumped onto Tseng's desk and attempted to walk like a model, until slipping on paperwork and falling straight for Tseng.
Together they landed with a thump; Reno landing on top of Tseng and the ebony-haired man had the wind knocked out of him.
"Answer to your first question: Yes, Rufus is gay. Answer to your second question: No, I'm not calling you girly. Answer to your third question: Yes, you do look girly," Tseng barely managed to wheeze out as his lungs tried to learn how to breathe Reno hair.
Reno's mouth was open. 'Did Tseng ever look good tonight-no! Don't think that! He's your boss!'
Reno scrambled up to his feet, faster than a man could think. He bent down his hand to help his superior up.
"Sorry about that. You have too much crap pilled on that desk."
Tseng coughed once and accepted the hand.
"I was working that crap, thank you," the taller of the two rolled his eyes at his second-in-command.
Tseng's hand was smooth, and Reno was just stupid enough to mention it.
"You know boss, you have soft hands. Do you use lotion?" Reno blinked once. What did he just ask? Shit, he did ask if his superior used... lotion. That's like asking if he was gay!
The darker-haired man could almost see the conversation going through the redhead's mind. Tseng shook his head and looked rather amused.
"Yes, I use lotion. I dislike calluses, it's not a very nice feeling. Which is why I wear gloves to protect my hands from forming calluses."
The redhead's mouth fell open. It took a very long second for him to realize that it was. He snapped it shut instantly and looked at the desk.
"So you need any help with work?" Reno's voice was strained, pressured out of his mouth.
The Wutaian smirked at his second-in-command.
"No, it's alright. I have everything under control," replied Tseng leaning over to pick up some of the stray papers.
The aqua eyes went straight for his commander's prominent rump. Quickly he looked away and leaned against the desk to pretend like nothing happened. A bad mistake. The papers he put his hand on slipped from underneath the pale palm and swiftly fell to the ground... with Reno as well.
Reno sat on the ground staring up at the ceiling. "What the hell just happened? One second, I was staring at yo-" He cut himself off.
Tseng released a sigh put the papers in his hands on the desk and this time he offered the redhead a hand.
"You are going to have to help me clean this up now. And as soon as you are finished, you are out of my office. Go pester Rude or Elena, understood?" as strict as he sounded the Wutaian couldn't help but grin fondly at his second.
Reno grabbed Tseng's hand and was pulled up. He hesitated for a second before letting go and smiled. Maybe being gay wasn't so bad. Tseng was a lot nicer this way. The redhead leaned over to grab a piece of paper, then stood up again. "Does it really look like I've been crying?" he asked seriously.
Tseng felt a little evil as he gently grabbed Reno's chin and pulled the redhead's face close to his, pretending to study it.
"Hmmm... it doesn't look too bad. Just tell them you yawned if they ask," the Wutaian let his face linger in front of Reno's before slowly pulling away.
Reno's body shivered as he smelled Tseng's breath. It was a sweet sent, like he just drank coffee. And he probably did.
Reno decided to make it into a joke.
"Sir, you have coffee breath," he said, laughing and turning away to grab another piece of paper on the floor.
Oh... well two could play at that game.
"And you have quite an ass for such a scrawny guy," Tseng chuckled, low, rumbling, and smooth as cream.
Reno froze, ass in air, reaching for a stray paper. He slowly bent straight back and turned around to look at Tseng in the eyes.
"You keep talking like that and I'll assume that you're gay too."
Tseng took the papers out of Reno's hands and placed them on his desk. He then turned the redhead around, guiding him out of the room with one of his hands on the small of Reno's back. He opened the door and smirked at Reno again.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," and he clicked the door shut.
Reno's eyes were as wide as his mouth while he stared at the door in front of him.
"Did that just happen?" he asked out loud.
"Yes, that did just happen now go finish your own paper work or pester Rude," Tseng's voice called from inside the office.
Reno stared at the door for another minute before walking off to his own office. He sat down at his chair and looked over the papers at his desk. Then he got up and walked over to Tseng's door again. Reno pushed his red head against Tseng's door and listen to what might he be saying/doing.
"GET away from the door, Reno," the voice happened to be right where Reno's ear was and had an emphasis on the first word to startle Reno away from the door and go back to work.
Reno jumped from his position to the other side of the hall. Sadly, there was a chair in his way as he tripped over it and fell into the water jug which was meant to be refreshing. Apparently it refreshed the redhead quite well. He slowly got up and walked over to the door. "Sir... I need a towel."
Slowly, the door opened and Tseng now saw Reno looking like a drowned rat... no, drowned puppy. Again, the Wutaian sighed.
"Don't they have showers in the training centers? Meaning, they also have towels down there?" Tseng quirked an eyebrow at his second.
Reno sighed. "Yes, but that's not the only thing I need. A suit would be nice too."
The Wutaian looked at Reno from head to foot.
"But I don't think anything of mine will fit you. The closet match we have is Rufus. Though you would look rather ridiculous in white," speculated Tseng.
Once again, Reno sighed. He looked around the halls and back at Tseng. "Would it be weird if I used some of your pants and just didn't wear a shirt?" He questioned his superior.
Tseng gestured to his second to come back into his office and turn to the only other door which happened to be behind his desk. The Wutaian opened it, pulled out a towel and pants, and tossed it in the general direction of Reno's face.
"Go change in the bathroom," Tseng instructed.
Reno shrugged and walked out of the room, wondering why Tseng had a towel and an extra pair of pants in the first place. As he came to the bathrooms, he wondered if he should go into the girls' bathroom. Nah, too embarrassing. He quickly changed his clothes and walked back to his room, pants sagging to show his blue-green boxers. It wasn't his fault Tseng was big.
The red head sat in his room for about an hour filling out paperwork when he realized that he needed Tseng's signature. He slowly got up and made his way to his superior's room and knocked.
"Come in," Tseng called out.
The shirtless redhead came into the room, one hand holding a paper and another pulling up his pants. "Sign this," he said simply.
Tseng lifted an eyebrow as he accepted the papers. "What is this? You have actually finished your paperwork? And you knocked?" Just then Tseng noticed the holding up of the pants and smirked. "Maybe we should have asked Elena if you could borrow her pants."
Reno smirked. "Getting a little cocky are we? Well, I am sorry that you have such big pants for me to fill." The redhead waited for his papers in return and stared at his superior's superior hair.
The Wutaian plucked a pen from his desk drawer and signed the papers with ease, smoothly handing them back to the original carrier.
"I suggest a belt, Reno," Tseng chuckled.
"Don't have one, sir," Reno smiled as he strode out the door. He waved his left arm into the air and let his boss's pants sag farther down his prominent buttocks. A small bit of his crack showed as he closed the door behind him.
Tseng tried to contain his building laughter but realized it was a losing battle and burst out laughing. It was just like his chuckle: low, rumbling, and smooth as cream.