Dark Reflection
By S.J. Kohl
Rufus/Tseng, Tseng/Rufus, Rufus/…mirror?
NC-17
Summary: Umm…difficult to say. Rufus has…issues?
Warnings: Violence, sex, violent sex, blood, toys, bondage, angst, sadism, masochism, self-gratification, self-voyeurism, denial of orgasm, rape?/non-con?, knife-play, power/control games, illness/disease…and, um, language. But I don't think anyone's going to notice that one with all the other warnings going on…
A/N: Written for my good friend LiamJohansen on DeviantArt, for her birthday. Look her up sometime!
Rufus pressed one hand against the mirror and leaned forward until his breath puffed out, white, against the glass. He could almost see it behind him. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin gleaming in the semi-darkness. Slender, gun-callused hands gripping his hips with bruising force as…
Rufus sucked in a sharp breath and moved his other hand, shoving the dildo in hard and relishing the intense, burning pain that accompanied the movement. He didn't need lube, didn't want it. It was a ridiculous fantasy, one that would be made worse the easier it was to entertain. Rufus pulled the object out until only the tip remained inside, and then he shoved it in again, harder this time.
He bit down on his lip until the acrid scent of hot blood flooded the air and he could feel it trickling down his chin. Red, he knew, but he imagined it was white. Thick and salty. He wouldn't cry out, wouldn't make a sound. He wouldn't whisper the name that rose up in his throat. A ridiculous fantasy. He was Rufus Shinra. He was all that was left of his father's empire, and he had no weaknesses.
Pull, shove.
And the blood flowed. Rufus closed his eyes. It was easier to see that way, easier to imagine the way that black curtain of hair would fall across his back, tracing the marks he hadn't allowed anyone to see, hadn't told anyone about. Easier to imagine the controlled breaths behind him, the breathing of a man who never came undone, was never driven off balance. Easier to believe the rough thrusts came from living flesh instead of plastic.
Pull, shove. Thrust, thrust, thrust and he sank forward, naked flesh against the cold glass of the mirror. But the pain was fading, and the pleasure…
Rufus stopped. Breathed. And sank down to his knees with his shoulders resting against the tile floor and the hard black plastic still inside him. He was hard and aching and close. Too close. He'd almost lost himself that time, almost given in.
But he never allowed himself to give in. Rufus Shinra, take his pleasure on another man's cock? Not likely. Other men knelt for him, and if it hadn't been for Meteor…
Rufus groaned and reached around behind him. He pulled the dildo loose and dropped it to the floor, biting back a wince and swallowing blood down with it. He shuddered and forced his screaming leg muscles to work, to move, to bend until he was lying flat against the icy tile floor on his stomach, eyes closed as the chill ripped through skin and muscle. It would take a few minutes, but the cold would kill his erection. And then maybe he would finally get some sleep.