Title: No Masks Needed
Summary: There was no point for masks. Not for him. Because he lived this world as the greatest actor with his true face being the mask for all.
Characters: Tseng and Reno
Warning: Bondage, rape, aphrodisiac usage, Reno's dirty mouth, man sex.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7 or the Turks. Because they would never get their job done and have sex all day.
No Masks Needed
When Reno became a Turk, he was nothing but a Slum rat, just 15 and with a crooked heart and a cocky seducing smile. He wouldn't steal, not from these lethal, dangerous, slinking people who had boneless grace that was all muscles and stealth. But he stole away non-material things from the Turks without ever knowing about it until years later.
He was barely 13 when the Turks spotted him. It had been Tseng. The young Turk saw him roughly, but somehow elegantly, climb the walls of a dirty but high building with what seemed like the use of no footholds or handholds what so ever. He had been escaping from the Dogs back then, a riffraff gang of drug-dealers, thieves, smugglers, and the other miscellaneous people who dabbled in highly illegal things. He had stolen a smuggled diamond, expensive because it had been the Bianco Macchiato, the Tainted White, a famous black diamond that had been stolen by the Dogs a scant two weeks ago from the Midgar Museum. And the Dogs were ready to tear the pre-teen.
If it hadn't been for Tseng, who had leisurely taken aim and fired continuously until all the thugs were down, Reno would have been dead. He would have been beaten, and raped, and then his cold body would've been thrown unto the dirtied, soiled floor of Sector 7, the place Reno had called his hell and home the moment he was born to a cold mother and a dead father until he was 13.
But Tseng had been there. He had been there to see him. To see the lithe, too skinny body climb up the walls like writhing spiders with a feral wildness that left him breathless with slight awe and respect. It was then and there Tseng had saved a life he had deemed worthless. Because Reno's face, jaded and young, had been cocked up with a grin, boastful and calm, accepting his life as something to live or die for. The boy had been made to become a Turk.
He was sure he had said things when he had climbed the building himself and walked up to the boy with the cropped, spiky red hair and rare eyes that were like cold ice glazed over with jade. Things that were cruel and cold, possibly even frightening and disturbing, because the boy's eyes widened in fear and a worship-like awe. It was during that time that Tseng wondered if Reno had become obsessed with him as he was obsessed with the cocky, fiery natured youth.
Because Tseng had been obsessed enough to train Reno himself, a rare thing itself, and had even taken a personal liking to him, an ever rarer thing. Tseng had taken a liking to Verdot after the ex-head Turk gained his respect after the strict but fair training he gave and because of he man's extraordinary determination and strength of character. Tseng had taken a liking to Sephiroth and Angeal because of their sense of honor and the duty they gave to a company they hated. He had not taken a liking to the unpredictable, almost bipolar emotions and personality of Genesis. But Reno...
Reno was special.
It might've been the fact that the jaded, careless face Reno wore that day reminded Tseng of how he had been like that so many years ago. A half-Wutai and half-Easterner wasn't exactly uncommon, but they were still a minority. And he had lived a good portion of his life in the Slums, with bitterness and hatred for ShinRa because they had destroyed, ransacked, and set aflame to the village his Wutainese mother lived in. She had been never well, not ever since his father had been forced back into the ShinRa military when they needed a good gunman with sharp eyes and even quicker, sharper reflexes. He never came back.
Verdot had come and pulled him out of that hell, ironically enough someone a part of ShinRa had saved him. Because he had seen a man in a not-yet-man's body who had Wutainese pride and skill but an Easterner's sense of curiosity, flexibility, and hatred in the bitter Tseng. So Tseng had become Verdot's charge, after he had lost his wife and daughter, and he had grown up watching the current president destroy Gaia as the corrupt company used mako. He had grown up with a cool, stoic face whose eyes would become soft as the kind, warm, and rare gentle soul of the flower girl named Aerith Gainsborough would smile at him whenever he came to visit the adolescent girl who had offered smiles and laughs in his dreary and dismal childhood of nightmares and the screaming voice of his mother.
He had grown up to become a part of the Department of Administrative Research; a department in later years became infamous with the name Turks.
He had learned his lessons as a Turk. He learned how to listen and talk when needed. He learned how to kill with a calm look on his face and then brood about it later, knowing quite well he was becoming something not human because it seemed he cared less and less every time he killed…
He wondered if Reno went through the same things. When he thought about it though, it hurt him to think that Reno would have to go through even more worse things as a Turk.
Midgar. ShinRa. Turk Department, formally known as the Department of Administrative Research. 8:00 A.M.
Reno ran, cursed, and hastily put on his wrinkled, messy, and disarrayed Turk uniform jacket. Shit but was Boss going to be mad! First year, a greeny, and he was already late! His newly appointed partner, a man named Rude, was going to kill him, the big mountain! His senior Turk friend, a laughing, handsome, dark man named Valeron, was going to tease him for the rest of his life. Boss was going to be beyond pissed!
Reno winced, and almost stopped in his automatic responses of twists and turns-right, right, left, dash for a moment, then left, right, right, left, almost there!- to reach the Turk department area of ShinRa. Gods, the Boss. Tseng could skewer him with a chainsaw and he would still be able to make it look like an honest accident!
But Reno stopped thinking about what Tseng would do to him, most likely give him the most stupidest missions ever on the history of man kind for the next decade or so of his Turk life, in favor of sprinting the last few staircases to the top ten floors where the main Turk meeting room was located. Why did the man who created huge, towering, buildings have to make such slow elevators? Climbing up the goddamn staircases was faster than those slow-ass things. And he was so late and Tseng was going to punish his ass wearing that poker-face of his and then later laugh maniacally about it like that creepy HoHo doctor did. God, but did that scientist scare him!
His sides were stitching up a storm and he couldn't breathe right as he managed to reach the door of the meeting room and rushed in, causing a ruckus to the ongoing meeting.
"Turk Reno," Reno winced again as Tseng's dry, I-will-not-tolerate-bad-decorum-in-the-awesome-halls-of-my-awesomey-domain-of-Turks voice had his fear rising. He licked his suddenly dry lips, managing to crack his usual cocky grin with full power even if his breath sounded like something died painfully in squirming, tortured agony.
"Wat's up Boss, yo?" Reno asked in the Slum tone he knew Tseng hated. The other Turks around him winced in sympathy and his grin became even bigger. If he was going to be disciplined, he would rather go off memorably with his most charming grin.
"Besides the fact you are precisely three hours late, nothing is up as you have so rudely put it," Tseng was sarcastic but also humorless and stiffy. Gods but did Tseng need to go to the nearest brothel and have the wildest co-ed orgy that involved alcohol.
"Three hours… I'm breaking my own record without even trying, yo," Reno commented nonchalantly, secretly sweating and waiting agonizingly to find out what his punishment was. He hated nothing more than to disappoint Tseng, but his goddamn cursed pride got in his way sometimes.
"Hmm," Tseng's lips pressed together in slight irritation and his dark eyes flashed warningly. The other Turks stayed silent. "Your punishment for not being able to be on time will be a personal one-on-one affair with me Turk Reno."
Reno's eyes widened and some Turks took in a sharp breath. Punishments issued by Tseng were scary…they were even scarier when you had them one-on-one with the big Boss. Most people who had these punishments usually came out hollowed eyed filled with horror and grudging respect and an unwavering loyalty for Tseng. And they refused to tell what Tseng did to gather such a strong reaction.
"Sure boss, yo," Reno shrugged amazed how calm his voice came out. Man, was he going to get it now! He screwed up worse than this before…but he had never gotten the one-on-one. Crap, but was there a big difference between the responsibilities and expectations of junior-Turks and the real deal ones!
"Your partner of course will not be punished since he came an hour before the original meeting time," Tseng nodded at the young, quiet, dark man who had great control and even greater power who had been subtley staring worriedly at his new partner. They had known each other for not even a year, but they trusted each other as partners and as friends.
"Lucky bastard, yo," Reno chuckled to Rude, shooting a lecherous wink at his worrying partner. Good, he though firmly, no partner of mine gets in trouble because of my mistakes. Besides, it was a bad idea for Rude to worry about him.
"Maybe you decided to drop yourself on your head since your mother failed to do that already Reno," Rude commented, earning snickers and chuckles from the tense Turks.
"Hey, hey, hey, yo! I don't go and bash myself on the head, yo!" Reno snorted, just slumping down on the empty seat next to his quiet partner. "Besides, why would I hurt this pretty face of mine, yo?"
"The one that looks like you just shitted on?" Valeron's low drawl commented, slinking from his usual spot from the wall to use Reno's head as an arm rest.
"Shut up, you ain't so pretty yourself Val, yo!" Reno retorted grinning with fun.
"Ha, prettier than that lump of dough you call a face!" Valeron snapped back with mock malice and he and Reno bantered on with good-nature.
Tseng's irritation shined through his cool, dark eyes, but he did not comment but wrapped up the meeting, knowing quite well what Reno's 'punishment' would be. After all, the boy was his. He did not belong to the quiet, large Rude. He did not belong to the dark, handsome Valeron. Reno was his, and with him being late to his first meeting as a genuine Turk, it gave the perfect excuse to physically show who Reno belonged to. After all, he made it perfectly clear to all the other Turks, executives, and SOLDEIRS in ShinRa that Reno was his. It was the reason why the boy had not been raped, molested, or stalked by the people captivated by his cynical, jaded, beauty.
Midgar. ShinRa. Personal office of the Head of the Turks, Tseng. 9: 47 P.M.
Reno shifted from foot to foot as he waited in the elevator. He took the slow machine of buttons, steel, and cables so he could collect his frazzled nerves together. Man, but what was Tseng going to do? He had been punished before for being late and the usual punishment for that was latrine duties for two weeks. Tseng was firm and a stickler for punctuality. And he really didn't need to be late to the 10 o'clock meeting he had with his boss. But he really needed to gather his nerves.
Ok he breathed in deeply. Ok, Tseng wasn't a bastard all the time or else Reno wouldn't have any respect for the stiff man who saved his life. Or gratitude. Or the urge to have the man fuck him on the middle of the big President's desk.
Fuck! He thought with scorn. Fuck, fuck, fuck it! Damn it all to hell! Why him? Why Tseng? The man that had saved him, the man who was like his father, the man he respected the most. Shit, it felt like he was in some kind of forbidden, incestuous, unrequited love whenever he thought about Tseng like that.
He was knocked out of his dark thoughts by the ding and lurch of the elevator. He stumbled and righted himself, panic welling up. Gods, but he really didn't want to face Tseng right now.
But it's better to get it over with, he though. Just go, take the punishment as much as you can without coming out completely broken, and build yourself into a better weapon for Tseng. Because he would never admit, even mentally, that Tseng might be the closest thing he could actually love in that way. Because, just maybe, Tseng was someone he could actually trust.
By the time his resolution was built up, he had reached Tseng's office door, after going through security -but really, what did Tseng did guards for?-, and he knocked and entered the massive office at exactly 9:59.
"Cutting it loose again, Reno?" Tseng's voice was amused and cold and Reno fought the urge to run away. But he couldn't stop his nervous shivering. Tseng always had that effect on him, though it lessened over the years. It felt like that time, that time when Tseng saved him, cutting the rescue close because he had a concussion, a broken rib, fractured arm, and an insane obsession for the man who looked at him with equally crazy insane eyes who had told him that one day he would be used again and again because Reno James Sinclair was marked by him, Tseng of the Department of Administrative Research, the Turks and hell guards of ShinRa.
"Ya know me boss. I like having your undivided attention, yo" Reno replied, slumping and sagging into the cushy seat in front of the large desk where Tseng sat behind of, looking at the redhead with an amused look.
"You always have it, with your crazy antics and stupid stunts killing your nonexistent modesty," Tseng snorted, leaning back looking at Reno with an indescribable look. A look that was partial fondness and irritation, and a look of partial emotions Reno couldn't decipher. And that was puzzling, because though Tseng lied, killed, deceived, manipulated, and sniffed up any secret in Shinra all the while back-stabbing anyone with a polite smile on his face, he never wore any masks for his Turks. Because they were his anchor and sanity, his responsibility to keep.
"You're such a meanie Tseng, yo," Reno grinned, leaning his right arm against the chair's cushioned arms. He began to wonder when his punishment would start.
"Yes, and since I'm such a 'meanie' as you eloquently put it, how about I tell you the details of your punishment?" Reno groaned in his head. Karma was such a bitch to him.
"Just like you, yo," Reno grinned again, cocky and teasing, hiding behind his mask of sly confidence.
"So, what do I do?"
Midgar. ShinRa. Personal office of the Head of the Turks, Tseng. 10: 23 P.M.
This was weird. This was beyond weird.
That was Reno could think of really. Because what kind of punishment was this? Well, Tseng said it was preparation for the punishment Reno would receive, but still…
Who the hell needed a bath before a punishment?
Flashback
"So, what do I do?" Reno was apprehensive when Tseng started smiling. And by the gods, was the man chuckling? Reno thought he was going to be sick. What kind of alien monster would do such a horrendous act as to make Tseng chuckle?
"Take a bath," Reno blinked and he rushed to Tseng's side. Who cared about their dick or head, Tseng was going insane and the last thing they needed was their trusted leader to be stuck in a padded room. That was just creepy and hilarious to think of.
"A'right, who fed ya da crazy pills this mornin' Tseng, yo," his dialogue thickened, knowing how much Tseng disliked it, but in his worry it seemed like a good excuse.
"No one, I take them myself every morning," Reno's mouth dropped and he was momentarily speechless as Tseng chuckled again, louder this time, and stood up, a good head and half taller than Reno.
"Y-ya…ya just made a joke, yo?" Reno exclaimed in shock.
"It's you, Reno. You. Not ya. Stop sounding like an uneducated fool," Reno snapped back when Tseng's strict voice came through his ears. Ok, maybe Boss wasn't crazy. Just acting weird.
"Yes, sir, yo," Reno replied automatically, confused about what was going on.
"But I'm serious Reno. Take a bath. It will be preparation for your punishment. I already took one so that after you are done, your punishment will begin immediately," Tseng was serious and he had that emotion again. That one emotion that Reno could never pin down.
And that brought Reno to the present. Taking a bath. In an enormous bathroom that had come with the equally large office. Really, why was there this big of a bathroom in an office?
Reno sighed, and sank into the large bathtub until the steaming water came short below his nose. This was still weird. What kind of wacky, or quite possibly sadistic, punishment included taking a bath? He sighed in pleasure though, as the hot water unraveled his tense muscles. Gods, but had this day been stressful!
Relaxing his entire body, Reno groped around and snatched up a random bottle. He got lucky. It was a cinnamon spice body wash. Snickering, laughing at how Tseng had too much bottles of body wash, shampoo, and even conditioner, he squirted on a large amount of the thick solution unto his hands and lathered up his body. When he had rinsed off the bubbles thoroughly, he vigorously shampooed his hair with the same scent. And after a serious debate, because he really wanted to know if his hair would come out like Tseng's silk and satin hair, he decided to condition his hair as well. And when he had finished, he had even brushed his teeth clean, he came out smelling of steam and of cinnamon and spice.
"Hey, Tseng, I'm- " Reno yelped as his mouth was clapped shut and the swift arm that had automatically strike to the unknown offenders head was blocked.
What had happened, where was Tseng? Reno's eyes narrowed. There was no way Tseng could've been done in by some half-assed pussy. He devised and planned as the mysterious attacker led him past the great desk –and Reno noted that there seemed have been no struggle in the room– and went near a seemingly innocent wall. Until the man kicked, twisting his body so he was closer to the wall, but far away enough that Reno could not see the face or break free from the tight hands, on a certain spot and the wall moved to the side silently and Reno was surprised, and not surprised, because it was Tseng, that there was another room in the wall.
"On the bed, now Reno," Reno's eyes widened. Wait, but that was Tseng's voice!
Reno relaxed, relieved Tseng wasn't hurt, and then tensed, knowing that his punishment was starting.
Tseng chuckled. "It seems you understand what is happening, don't you Reno?" Then the hand over his mouth lifted.
"Gave me the scares back there boss, yo," Reno said dryly, holding still and trying not to squirm. Gods, but did Tseng smell good.
"That was my intention Reno," Tseng's voice was low and husky in his ears and he shivered. The man directed him to the bed, laid him down –Reno tensed, wondering if Tseng would whip him as a punishment– and replaced the hand that had been holding Reno's wrists with handcuffs that were padded on the inside. Though why Reno would escape during a punishment was a crazy thought.
"So what's my punishment, yo?" Reno muttered nervously, feeling something odd about this situation. Was someone supposed to be cuffed and laid out on a bed during a one-on-one punishment?
"You'll see Reno. But don't be alarmed," Reno wondered why Tseng would say that and then yelped slightly as he felt his Turk uniform being swiftly taken off. Somehow, Tseng had managed to take off the handcuffs, slide off the rumpled dark jacket and white dress shirt, and put the handcuffs back on without Reno even noticing.
"Didn't I tell you not to be alarmed Reno?" Reno shivered and stood stone still, almost short on having a panic attack. Ok, now this was beyond weird! And did Tseng really have to straddle him and breathe into his ears like that? Fuck, but he was starting to get hard!
"You will not make any noise unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to make any complaints, objections, or try any attempts to run away while I deal out your punishment. You will undergo this Reno, because you have been disobedient and I have been lenient on your less than average behavior these years. You are Turk, and it is best you remember it," Tseng stated in a stern monotone. He didn't need to give out orders to Reno. He followed, no matter how much he whined, griped, or groaned about it.
"Yes sir," Reno murmured, nervous and quiet.
"Good. The punishment will start now," Tseng smirked. It didn't matter whether or not Reno would consent to this. Reno knew who he belonged to, but just not consciously. It was time to remind the boy that he couldn't go and be loose about the men he was friendly to.
Ah, the wonders of sex are incredible. It even softened Tseng.
-An obsessed fangirl (me)
Reno tried not to squirm as calloused hands, rough in places but soft in others, caressed his back. Because there really wasn't any other word for the soft touches and strokes Tseng was doing to his back. And it felt good. Firm but gentle, it felt like a good massage. But something about this situation sent warning signals to his brain. Wasn't Tseng supposed to punish him?
He wanted to ask why Tseng didn't do anything, until he felt the man shift and got a slap on his ass for an answer. It was good that he remembered to be quiet beforehand. A-fucking-gods but did that hurt!
"Ah, perfect. Not even a whimper," Tseng sounded smug and amused the damn bastard. "But that's just the practice. And it seems you passed Reno. Congratulations." Stupid Boss!
Tseng moved away and Reno dryly wondered what other kinky 'punishment' was going to happen. If this wasn't Tseng, because the man was the most asexual person he ever met, and if this really wasn't a punishment, Reno would've thought that Tseng was trying to rape him.
That thought made him cold inside. And he was acting like an idiot.
Really, Tseng? His boss? Tseng wouldn't do that. The Boss knew what he had to go through as a kid. Pervs and fuckers who though he was some easy, helpless fuck would be on the floor bleeding or cursing his name. But that didn't mean he came into some tough spots.
He hated those feelings. Abhorred them until he wanted to throw up remembering. Those dirty hands, grimy and desperate, touching him like he was some cheap whore. And the leers, the taunting, the punches and kicks whenever he fought back. And he could remember his ma, with the same colored eyes as his, jade and ice, would look at his ripped, dirtied clothes, his haunted eyes, and blood stained face and hands and her eyes would mist over and harden just a bit more. She didn't deserve that, not after all the shit she had to go through. After all, she used to love him, until life down in the most worse part of the Slums turned her cold and bitter without a care for the life of others, not even her own.
Tseng wouldn't do that to him. Not to him. The man might have down it before, but not to him. Never to him.
If so, if that was true, then he shouldn't have felt as cold as he thought his ma's heart should have been like.
Tseng had come back. Reno waited, wondering what was going to happen next, put aside the feelings of dread and coldness.
"Don't scream, that will disappoint my already low expectations of you," Reno ignored the sting in his chest and nearly did scream as he felt a rod like object come down heavily unto his clothed ass. Shit! that was worse than before!
Tseng hit him with the unknown objects another nine times before he stopped. Reno felt like someone poor gasoline, mako, and then used a Fira on his ass when it was over. He had bitten unto the silk sheets to endure the searing pain. Then Tseng did something that took him by surprise.
The damn bastard took off his pants and undergarment.
Ok, now warning sirens were going off in his head. Something was seriously fucked up about this situation.
"Tseng, this is goi- " Reno got caught off by an extra-hard thwack! of the round, hard object that brutally slapped his now unclothed, red ass. He almost screamed but held it back, biting furiously unto the bed sheets and digging his white-knuckled hands into them as well.
"You talked while I ordered you not to Turk. Extra punishment," Reno cursed all sorts of blasphemy as Tseng. Damn it to the Lifestream and back but was he going to complain, whine, and annoy the hell out of Tseng to the next three fucking afterlives after this was over.
Hands digged into his scalped and he couldn't hold back the painful whimper as he was pulled backwards by his hair.
"Won't you answer, Re~no?" Tseng's voice was a dangerous rumble, deep and dangerous.
Reno licked his dry lips before hoarsely whispering, "Yes, sir, yo."
"You know that this is for your own good, right Reno? It's to teach you discipline," Tseng murmured, swiftly taking off the handcuffs and flipping Reno over.
Reno gulped, because the erection he had gotten during the spanking –gods, but was he a sadist!– was stiff and jutting out droplets of precum as he trembled. His numbed wrist and hands were throbbing and useless because of the handcuffs. He never felt more vulnerable. And he knew at that moment what this 'punishment' was all about. And his eyes were dark and he wanted to scream and beg for Tseng to let him go.
"Well, it seems like you finally understand," Tseng sighed, relieved and tinged with regret, and he looked at Reno with amused dark eyes that held something else...Something that scared and drenched him with cold, hard fear almost as much as this twisted, dark situation. "You really need to stop being so friendly Reno, Valeron and Rude will get the wrong message. Even though they clearly know you are mine." He stated it out as if it was the truth.
And Reno felt like it was the truth. He felt as if he had known this ever since Tseng told him that bone-chilling statement the day he saved him.
"From now on you are mine. It will not matter if you love someone else, if you trust someone else, or if someone will do anything for you. You are mine. You will live and die for me, and become a Turk where you will kill, torture, bully, steal, back-stab, or do whatever I command you to do. I have marked you Reno James Sinclair, and do not forget it. If you run, you'll remember my mark and come back, begging and crying. If you die, you will never find peace, even in death, unless you die because of my hands or my orders. If you are used, hated, scorned, and you feel as if you have nothing else for me to own, think again. You're mine. And I'll punish you in any imaginable way if you do not remember."
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A/N: This is something I wrote a while ago and yes, if you haven't noticed, it will contain mature content that has boy on boy action.
I really would like to know what my readers think. If it isn't too much to ask, I would like to know if there's anything needed to be fixed, if you enjoyed the chapter, or if you enjoyed the story.