Warnings: Yaoi, Coarse language. I do not own or make any profit from FFVII stories or anything affiliated with them. This work is purely fan based and shall continue to be so.

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It was torture. You know, the kind of torture where you can't help but moan like a little whore for more of it? Well, maybe you don't know, but I was severely screwed in the head, so I guess it didn't count for shit. This was the fourth time in a month where I was sitting plastered at a bar, straddling some hot piece of ass' lap and hoping that whatever they were willing to offer me was anywhere near the kind of release I was after. I knew somewhere though that I'd never get it from anyone else... This particular babe was nibbling a little at my ears, and threading roughly calloused hands through my ponytail, as I licked at his jugular a little and- fuck it. We hadn't even gotten all that far, and I was getting hard. It wasn't the fact that I had a sex machine below me putting his skilled mouth to work on my skin. No, it was the fact that I had images of a different sex machine running through my head, and the memories of another set of teeth nibbling at my ears and my throat. I let out a little groan of disappointment that I once again hadn't been able to go the entire way in one of these little encounters without thinking of that bastard, and my new found friend here seemed to take that as a reassurance, his hands sliding around to cup my ass. I sat up though and slid off his lap, his mouth falling open slightly in what seemed to be a mix of frustration and confusion.

"Ah fuck. Nah man, it's nothing against you," I mumbled, "I'm just seriously fucked right now."

"You could be if you sidle on back over here..." He teased, and I cursed myself. I wasn't in the zone at all. I hadn't been since I'd left the Commander's office about four weeks ago and hadn't spoken to him all that much since. He certainly wasn't playing fair.

"Sorry yo. Hey, I'll leave a tab for ya at the bar, yeah?" I smiled, and he let out a soft sigh, scribbling down his phone number on a napkin and handing it to me.

"You need to call me sometime..." He said with a lazy smirk, and I nodded.

"For sure, yo," I smiled, making sure to add a little promise in it that I knew I was going to break.

Fuck one night stands. I used to be a prowler around here, with just about every bastard flinging his or herself at me. Lately though, I'd lost the flair, and spent many a night jerking myself off with Commander Shithead's name on my lips. Asshole. I wanted him more than I think I could bear, and yet I'd held up enough dignity not to go dragging my ass into his office and begging him for it. Tonight might be a little different though. I was pretty damn sloshed, and even my close call with the Cost del Sol muscle man hadn't sobered me up near enough to deal with the near catatonic state. It took me another hour or so of sitting at the bar and drinking up a good stupor, before I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and checked the time. Two am. It was still early, he wouldn't care I don't think... Heck, hadn't I drunk all that shit to make sure that I didn't give a shit if he cared or not? It rang a few times after I dialed the number, before he answered with his usual 'Hello?'

"Heyyy boss man!" I purred, as a long pause followed.

"...How'd you get my private number?"

"Not important. What are you doing?"

"Attempting to sleep."

"I want to see you, yo."

An even longer pause then, before-

"...Are you out of your mind?"

"You're not playing the game right, man. Ya know how long it took my ass to get you to even do that thing you did?"

"We play by my rules Reno. I'm in charge here. I thought you learnt that a little..."

"I think I can change that..." I suggested, and there was a soft sigh at the other end of the line.

"Go sober up," He said softly, a light drag of sleep on his words, "Because I am not giving you the day off if you can not drag your sorry ass out of bed."

"Sobering up sounds like shit, ya know? I wanna come over."

"No."

"I could make you want me, ya know?"

"You could only try."

"...What are you wearing? I bet it's tighty wightys. Or Gaia, tell me you're the kind who sleeps na-"

He hung up. Well, that was easily remedied. I called again, and he answered straight away, but said nothing.

"That was plain rude, yo!" I whined.

"Go home rookie."

"I'll think about it if you indulge me a little?" I asked coyly, and there was another long pause, followed by a soft sigh of defeat.

"Boxer shorts, no shirt. I find 'tighty wightys' constricting."

"Nice. What's on the boxer shorts?"

"They're plain."

"Colour?"

"Black."

"That's a little standard there, boss. Maybe you should invest in something a little sexier. Ya know, for my sake and all."

I could have sworn he snorted slightly.

"Go home, rookie."

"I told you, I wanna co-"

He hung up again. This was going nowhere, and neither was the persistent bulge in my pants. I'd have to be a little more forward it seemed.

--

I knocked on the door and waited patiently for him to come open it. It had been what, fifteen minutes since I'd called him? Maybe he was one of those bastards that fell asleep straight after you'd spoken to them. He was pretty tired, and I had no idea what kind of people were actually asleep at 2am on a Monday morning. No, I heard footsteps and a brief sigh behind the door as the cover for the peephole moved open. I'd have very little opportunity to do what I wanted to do, so I had already readied myself as he opened the door in a robe.

"What do you wa-"

He'd tried to ask me, but I'd leant in and captured his lips between mine, sweeping a tongue across his bottom one as he let out a muffled gasp of apparent surprise. He pulled back abruptly, and I nearly fell face first onto his doorstep. He smirked slightly, and raised an eyebrow.

"That was daring," He remarked lightly.

"Naw fuck man, come on..." I whined, as his eyes glittered slightly. I straightened myself up and placed both my hands on his robe's collar, leaning in to trail kisses along his neck. He didn't push me away, but he didn't pull me any closer either.

"You're acting like a dog in heat," he replied, apparently with some amusement, "Does alcohol always have this effect on you?"

"No," I replied, pulling back to meet his gaze, "It was pretty much all you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I was trying to get some action, but they weren't doing shit for me. All those other guys I mean," I explained, "And I kept thinking of you instead."

His expression was hard to read, but his eyes glowed slightly with apparent desire. Plus one for Reno. Boldness pays off once again. I smirked slightly as I leant in again and placed my lips against his. He pulled back again though and shook his head.

"You're not getting it Red, are you?" He smirked slightly.

I stood defiantly and cocked my head to the side.

"You do want me, yo. I can see it in your eyes. That's the bitch about mako and the surprise of a sexy redhead showing up on your doorst-"

...Bastard closed the door.

"Go home, slick."

I heard him sigh softly, and even though I knew I could pick the lock without a problem, I didn't bother. Ah god, I'd need a shower by the time I made it home. IF I made it home. Hey, you know... Elena might be up... I dialed the numbers as best as I could before my vision started blurring a little. Phwoar, looks like that last tequila's kickin' in. My blonde little buddy answered her phone lazily, apparently having just been asleep.

"What's the matter with you people and your sleeping, yo?" I snorted, and she let out a small sigh when he realised it was me.

"Red, it's like 2:30 in the morning..."

"Come onnnn Len, show a little enthusiasm!" I grinned, before the door was flung open and my mobile was wrenched from my hands.

"You can go lie in a gutter and sober up for all I care, but you won't keep my secretary up," Tseng said sharply, moving the phone to his ear, "Apologies Elena."

There was a silence then, before Elena muttered something into the speaker. Tseng smirked slightly, and shook his head.

"No, no, he showed up on my doorstep."

Reno picked up the blonde saying something along the lines of 'Well that's surprising...' to which Tseng smirked.

"I wish I could say the same. Sleep well Elena."

With that he hung up and turned a scrutinizing gaze to meet mine.

"You ain't surprised I'm here?" I asked, and he shook his head slowly.

"I told you," He said smugly, "I am well aware that you will not stay away for long."

"'Scause you're so fuckin' sexy," I slurred a little, trying to smile teasingly, but he simply let out another sigh. I had a habit of doing that to people, although I admit I hadn't ever showed up on someone's doorstep half tanked. Well, at least not for a few weeks.

"I don't know how you can think that you're moderately alluring in this state. Go home and sober up."

"I don't think I can, yo."

"Why's that? You're still expecting to wind up in my bed?" Tseng scoffed.

"No," I said, as my head continued spinning, "I just don't think I can walk that far, yo."

"Catch a cab," He said, before closing the door, "I presume you've got cash."

I opened my mouth to make a witty remark, but don't remember saying anything before everything started to go black.

--

Aw fuck. I felt like I'd swallowed a dead cat. Seemingly, I had, from the taste on my tongue. It took a few moments to realise that I'd woken up probably because someone was shaking me roughly by the shoulder. I stretched a little, and the shaking stopped. I just about shit myself though when I realised that this wasn't my house. Sure, this had happened before, but I could usually remember how I got here. What the fuck did I do last night?
"Unbelievable. You're a hassle even when you're unconscious," A familiar voice said from somewhere to my left, "You've somehow managed to get vomit on your jacket and shirt."

...Tseng? Oh yeah... Maybe I'd ended up getting laid after all. I rolled a little, and for once was a little disappointed not to feel a hollow ache in my ass.

"Eh?" I replied intelligently, and he suddenly came into view. Oh Gaia, he was gorgeous. He still looked a little sleep ruffled, and his hair was frizzed slightly as it hung around his face. He had an overall calmness to his eyes, despite being so obviously pissed off, and he was dressed in a loose sweat shirt and tracksuit pants.

"You threw up," He said flatly, "On your uniform. If you think for one second that that will get you out of work, you've clearly not sobered up quite yet."

I sat up slowly, fighting the pounding headache that had almost immediately emerged and stretched, finding myself to be pleasantly nude under the silken sheets.

"Nekkid, eh?" I said softly to myself, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes. Good Gaia that was a task," he murmured, "And offers no explanation for how you vomitted on your uniform."

He then disappeared, obviously not waiting for an answer, and I swung my legs out of bed, pulling on my boxers. They'd managed to stay clean, thankfully, so with that I stood and languidly walked into the room I'd saw Tseng just enter.

He looked up from stirring his coffee mug and raised an eyebrow.

"You put on boxers, but no pants?" He said, and I shrugged. He shook his head and scowled slightly.

"Do you remember anything about last night?" He asked, and I froze. Oh God, what had I done this time? Wait, no, maybe I hadn't gotten laid. Maybe Tseng had... oh fuck, this is not the time or place.

"Uh, no?"

"Let me remind you," He smirked, before moving over to his dining room table and sitting down. He set his coffee on the table and opened the newspaper beside him, beginning to read.

"After passing out on my doorstep, I reluctantly dragged you inside. You woke up a short time later and clung to me whilst bawling your eyes out saying that you would never drink again so long as you lived," He paused, taking a sip as I inwardly groaned, "You then managed to vomit four times in about ten minutes, before passing out with your head over the toilet bowl."

I expected him to end it there, but he simply smirked for effect as he looked at me over his coffee cup. He took a long drink before putting it back down.

"You then had somewhat of another crying episode where you asked me if there was something wrong with you, because all of a sudden I didn't want you," he mused, "Before passing out once again."

Oh God. No, wait, now's the time to play cool.

"So, was it because I'm fat or something, yo?" I asked casually, and he raised eyes to meet mine briefly.

"I never said I didn't want you..." He remarked airily, before returning his gaze to his paper. Oh wow, he was good. He was a pro actually. Even just that gaze for a second too long when he said that? Hot. Then again, it might be the fact that I'm standing in front of him damn near naked. I swaggered over a little, and I could have sworn he rolled his eyes slightly, even though he wasn't looking up.

"You could have me anytime you want, ya know?" I purred, bending down to whisper in his ear, "All you'd have to do is ask."

He smirked slightly at this, his eyes never leaving the page.

"I know," He said lowly, "I just love watching you squirm."

"If you want me, why don't you just go for it?" I whined slightly, "Surely it isn't good for your own urges either, yo."

"I told you Red, I have enough self control to last," He replied, before I bent down and nibbled slightly on his ear.

"You're an asshole," I murmured, even as my tongue trailed along his lobe, "And it drives me insane."

"There's some clothes in the wardrobe that you can wear. Let me read my paper in peace," He said flatly, no flicker of emotion across his face. I was too quick and too good not to notice the flash of desire in his eyes however, and smirked slightly.

"Alright," I replied simply, standing and heading for his room once again, "But you won't last forever."

"We'll see," He mused, as he finished his coffee and raised the paper to block his face.

Cocky bastard.

--

He'd driven me to work that morning, and made me get out before we got to the building. Apparently I'm 'too embarrassing to be seen with'. I tried to point out the fact that I was wearing one of his suits, so people would know I'd been with him anyway, but he shook his head and pretty much shoved me out the door. Asshole. Anyway, that was about a week ago, and apparently nobody did notice that my suit was in better shape than usual, so only Elena and some guy called Rude knew what had happened that night. Tseng had a habit of treating Rude differently to the others. Rumour had it that the bald-headed guy had been second in command from the moment Tseng got promoted, and was given the pleasure of knowing just about everything about the usually stoic Commander. He was like Commander's pet or something, and I think the bastard knew it. Apparently Tseng even referred to the guy as his best friend. He could get away with just about anything. I tried to bring this up with the guy and he laughed.

"Me? Oh no kid, I ain't the pet. I'm the confidant," the bald headed weirdo commented.

Little did I know that insulting the guy would get me nowhere. Tseng paired me up with him yesterday, and I moved all my shit into our office today. I hadn't even spoken to Commander Asshole and he still had me on a tight leash. I took it as a good sign he moved me here though, because Rude's office is right next door to his. It was then I wondered if Mister Bald-tastic heard us a few weeks ago... Something told me that Tseng wouldn't have minded all that much either way.

"Yo, Rude, you think you could shuffle your shit over a little?" I asked, as the bald headed Turk looked up from his paperwork. That was about all he did. No wonder Tseng liked him.

"What?"

"I haven't got enough room for the plant, yo."

So I had this pot plant that my uncle had given me when I first became a Turk. I guess he expected it to keep me sane or some shit. Anyway, I'd brought this plant from a two inch sprout to an over a metre tall bastard of a tree. Whenever I went places, it came with me, that was just the deal. Now, I had no where to put it. Rude gestured at the corner furthest away at the window.

"Fuck that, yo! It needs sunlight or it'll die!" I snapped, and he actually started laughing. I mean fuck yo, I may be a Turk and all, but this tree was like family. If they expected me to keep up the act of hard ass fighter, they better let me keep the damn tree.

After a few minutes of 'negotiating', he moved his desk enough for me to plop the damn pot down.

"Happy?" He smirked, as he returned to his work.

"Yeah. No thanks to you asshole. What's with the sunglasses anyway?"

I mean, we were indoors for Shiva's sake.

"Style, slick."

"Slick?"

I hated that nickname. Tseng was seemingly rubbing off on the bald headed asshole.

And I hate the fact that he was on me too.

--

Turns out Rude's not such a bad guy really. He just dug my ass out of a tricky situation. We'd got stranded in this supposedly abandoned warehouse, and some asshole pretty much tried to assassinate us. Whatever. Anyway, Rude comes busting through the door like some missionary punk ass fighter and starts firing off enough rounds to take out the Highwind. You know, that big bastard of an airship? Yeah... So, he takes out these guys and takes me and some pretty little brunette girl out of there, whilst she bitches to him about how I fucked up the mission. Long story short, I'm waiting outside casually talking with Elena until Tseng decides to give me the lecture of a lifetime.

"I heard that you didn't listen to the Commander's orders and busted in there without scoping the area?" Elena remarked, and I rolled my eyes.

"He didn't say to scope it out yo. He just said don't do anything stupid."

"And busting into an unfamiliar territory was a bright idea?"

"Enough of the lecture babes, he's going to offer me the mother of them in a minute..." I shrugged, pulling a cigarette from my coat and lighting it.

"He doesn't like people smoking in his office..."

"Have you taken a look at me Len?" I cried, spreading my arms and turning for effect, "I should be getting a fucking tranq or something! The cigarettes are gonna have to do, yo."

She shut the hell up after that, and I can only presume it was because she really did take a look at me. I had cuts all over the place, the uniform was just about in shreds and there was a shit load of blood still seeping from my skin from the treatment I'd just gone through. I'll admit, I hadn't expected the whole torture method of 'I'll cut you little by little till you're just about ready to kill yourself', and I sure as hell hadn't expected to survive it. Yeah, Rude was ok.

"Reno."

And there he is himself, Commander Lecture.

"Hey bossman," I shrugged casually, "How's it goin?"

"Come in," he said simply, before gesturing for me to enter. I did so with no protest, and he closed the door behind me before he sat at his desk. He looked tired, and I felt a little bubble of guilt settling in my stomach at the thought it had probably been my fault. He looked up at me as I stood before him and slowly shook his head.

"Look at yourself..." He said with a soft sigh, "You look like shit."

"Torture'll do that to you."

"Your little acts of bravado are what'll do that to you."

Ouch. That tone was sharp enough to cut the air.

"If I had've known that there would have been any real risk in leaping in there, I wouldn't have done it yo," I shrugged, and watched him scowl slightly as I took a drag from my cigarette. He let out another trademarked sigh and rubbed his temple.

"I spoke to Cissnei."

Ah, that was the girl's name.

"Yeah?"

"She said that you offered to take both her punishment and yours, and they actually agreed to it?" He said, hinting a question in there.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "It didn't seem right that my fuck up got other people hurt."

"Gaia Reno, I'll never understand you," He said softly, smiling slightly, "You're an idiot and a bag of hormonal urges, yet you go ahead and do that for a comrade."

He stood then and slowly moved over to me, pulling a green orb out of his pocket.

"I'm going to cure you, even though I hadn't intended on it," He explained, reaching out and snatching at my wrist, "Because you're an arrogant little fuck and you nearly got yourself and another Turk killed."

"Anything else?" I smirked, and he returned the favour as he cast the spell, and snatched the cigarette from my hand. He shrugged a little as he ground it into the floor with his shoes.

"I'm not too fond of seeing you broken and battered, Red, to be honest. It doesn't suit you," he mused, and I took the advantage to pull him towards me with my own wrist and slink an arm around his waist. He didn't see it coming this time as I leant forward and pressed my lips against his, gently probing them with my tongue, and he let out a soft gasp, allowing me all the access I needed. I toyed with his own tongue, caressing it and gliding along it with my own, as he stood about as still as a cardboard box. I nipped a little at his lower lip as I saw the desire flick through his eyes once again, and his hands delved into my hair. He yanked slightly and pulled me closer to him as he kissed back with that burning ferocity that had made me just about pass out last time. Plus one for Reno. I pulled back slightly and started giving him a bit of a hickey on his neck, just where it connected to the collarbone. That's when he stopped me with a knee to the stomach, and I dropped like a sack of shit.

"Don't do that..." He warned breathlessly, seemingly frustrated with himself, "I have to work."

I dragged my sorry ass off of the floor and coughed a little, wondering if my spleen had just ruptured, as he sat back at his desk, and I could have sworn he muttered 'damned tease' somewhere in the middle of it. He adjusted his tie from where I had yanked it in my desperate little move, and I sidled gingerly over to his side. I was determined this time. I grabbed the sides of his chair and spun it, before straddling his lap and smirking at him as I ground more than a little suggestively, his eyes widening momentarily in surprise. God, it was de ja vu from the club, but I was genuinely enjoying this. Added bonus? I didn't have to pretend it was Tseng, because it was.

"You want me... as much as I want you...." I murmured as I pressed my lips to his neck again. He didn't touch me as he leant in to brush his lips against my ear.

"Maybe I do."

"Then take me."

"No."

I ground a little again, and pulled back, watching as he nibbled his lower lip in a barely noticeable action.

"Take me," I repeated, making sure to hold his gaze, and he held it just as defiantly.

"I said... no," he smirked, before reaching over to my hips and somehow managing to shove me off his chair without having to thrust against my pelvis. Asshole.

"Ah fuck!" I hissed, my tailbone hitting the ground hard. He smirked down at me, his eyes swirling with amusement and something a little more appealing.

"I don't want to play with a dirty toy," He remarked teasingly, "Go and clean yourself up. I might still want you when you get back..."

"You bet your ass you will!" I snapped, standing up and rubbing at my ass. He stood up too and leant in to briefly press his lips against my earlobe. He then murmured something along the lines of 'Watch your tone, slick' before steering me for the door. I was about ready to kick his ass, and I might have if I wasn't so eager to hold him to his previous suggestion.

--

I damn near burnt my skin off. I guess that's one of those consequences that come about when you leap into the shower and forget to turn on the cold. It was like Gaia's way of telling me to think straight and stop being a hornbag. It ended up being an entirely cold shower anyway. Something about being worked up in pleasure to the point of pain was a little too much to bear. Besides, it wasn't like it took a lot of effort on Tseng's part to get me ready to explode. Once I'd finished, I'd had just about the quickest toweling off of my life before hastily throwing on some cologne and a clean uniform. I took a brief glance at the clock on the wall, and cursed silently at the fact that just getting to my room and showering had taken a little over half an hour, and it would take another ten minutes to make it back to Tseng's office. I guess it was to be expected though, with the state I'd been in terms of cleanliness, and I'm pretty sure that I'd just about cracked him in terms of composure. He'd be waiting for as long as it took. I flung my coat over my shoulder and headed out the door, before making it to Tseng's office in a record five minutes. Elena eyed me off as I approached, and she let out a soft sigh.

"You're back again?" She asked, and I smirked lazily.

"Yeah, the boss is expecting me."

"Oh?" She said airily, so much like Tseng himself that I resisted the urge to snort. Misguided indeed.

"Yeah babes. You wanna get on your little intercom and let him know I'm here?"

"Tseng isn't to be disturbed right now, his request stated," She replied, "So no."

"It's ok if it's me, Len, come on. I thought you'd be happy to see me anyway?" I smiled teasingly, and she blushed slightly, as a slow smile crept along her lips. Wrapped around my pinky...

"Of course I am."

"Then you'll let him know, yeah?" I leant forward on her desk and rested my head in my hands, holding her slightly widening gaze with my own. She turned her eyes away slightly and laughed. Girls. They were so easy to manipulate when you needed to. She smiled sweetly then, her eyes still not meeting mine.

"No. Sorry."

"Eh?"

She shook her head again, and I was left momentarily speechless. All of that, and she was still denying me anything?

"He's not in his office, Red," She explained softly, as she shuffled the paperwork on her desk, "So I can't let you in."

"What do you mean he's not in his office?"

"He had a meeting about ten minutes after you left, didn't he tell you?" She asked, and I resisted the urge to cuss my ass off. That fucking tease.

"Nah, I guess he forgot..." I said dryly, and she smiled in apparent amusement. I never really knew if Elena was clued on more than her hair colour suggested, but with that smirk I think she knew that something was up, even if she couldn't quite explain what exactly it was.

"Out of curiosity, where is he?" I asked casually, and she hesitated, pursing her lips as she shuffled again with her papers. I'm guessing that she didn't have anything else to do but pretend to look busy and piss me off...

"In a meeting..." She said slowly, and I damn near rolled my eyes. Suddenly though, a window of opportunity flung itself open as I saw a flash of silver turn down the hall.

"See ya toots!" I grinned, before heading off in said silver's direction. He was only walking, but it still took me a hell of a while to catch up to him.

"Yo, General!" I called out, and he stopped, turning a quizzical gaze in my direction. He looked me up and down, and raised an eyebrow.

"A Turk?"

"Yes sir. You wouldn't happen to know where the commander is, would you?"

"Commander Tseng?" He said slowly, and it was an even bigger temptation to roll my eyes. For someone so widely feared and awed, Sephiroth didn't seem like too much of a bright spark.

"Yeah, I need to speak to him. Have you seen him?"

"He's in a meeting with the Vice President," Sephiroth said flatly, no emotion flitting across his features. Yeah, ok, he was attractive, I wasn't ever gonna deny that shit, but he was a little creepy too. Although those eyes were big and green and gorgeous, they were also kinda piercing to the point of uncomfortable. He was reading every little thing I was doing, and I figured he'd make a pretty shit hot Turk if he wasn't, you know... GENERAL OF THE FREAKING ARMY.

I shrugged a little under his gaze, cool, composed, and he seemingly waited for a response, before I shrugged and offered a quick salute.

"Thanks for that, General," I said casually, "I'll see you around."

"You too...?"

"Reno."

"Reno? Your name is familiar..."

His gaze swept over me, lingering on my hair, and he must have been trying to recall some descriptive piece of me that would set off a memory. As I said, damn fine Turk material.

"Tseng speaks well of you," He said finally, "Even if he refers to you as 'The redheaded rookie'."

"A few people say he's been talking about me yo."

"He does. Perhaps he's taken a liking to you."

"I can only hope..." I mumbled, and damn near passed out when the unthinkable happened. Sephiroth smiled softly.

"I see," He mused, "Carry on then."

With that, he continued walking down the hall, the complete opposite of Rufus Shinra's office, and I made a bee line for the VP's door. He wanted to play hard to get? I'd have to play harder to refuse.

--

I caught him just as he was coming out, and his eyes met mine with a surprised amusement as he closed the door behind him.

"Reno," He said simply, even as I glared pointedly at him. There was a light smirk toying along his lips, as I stood watching him with as much composure as I could handle.

"Commander," I replied lightly, "I had no idea you would be having a meeting this afternoon."

"Oh?"

"Asshole..." I scowled, and that teasing little smirk emerged at full strength.

"I made no guarantees. You interpreted my statement as you wished," Tseng explained calmly, heading for his office with me hot on his heels.

"You gave me the suggestion yo, it was there," I whined slightly, and he stopped in the middle of the hallway. His eyes glowed slightly with amused desire and he leant in closer to me.

"Do you understand how it feels now?" He asked, "When someone who owns their own world shoots the opportunities down for those that want a part of it?"

What the fuck was he on about? All I knew was that he knew something right now that I didn't and that fact on its own was a little disturbing. I made to ask what he was smoking, but he shook his head.

"I was there that night, Reno," He said calmly, "In that bar, watching you straddle that other man and driving yourself crazy because you knew it wasn't me..."

Fuck. No, wait, that could have just been a well educated guess... He shook his head, watching me intently.

"You danced for most of the night, and continuously tossed back one drink after another. I also know that the girl in the green shirt at the bar was entirely infatuated with you, but you had no idea," he remarked, and my stomach tightened. I could vaguely remember the girl at the bar, blonde, real pretty, and most definitely wearing green shirt. She kept giving me my drinks for free and smiling sweetly every single time.

"When you went to leave, you said you'd call the guy you were sitting on, and everything about that teasing little smirk promised him that you would," Tseng remarked, "But I think we both know you won't..."

He leant in closer, his lips teasing at my ear as he continued to talk.

"I want to show you that you can't always get everything you want for nothing Reno," he whispered all too seductively, "Some things you have to work for..."

My eyes fell closed a little of their own accord as his mere closeness began to drive me a little insane.

"...Tell me what I have to do..."

"That's for you to figure out," He murmured, pulling back and continuing his walk down the hall as if nothing had happened. I inwardly groaned, as I felt my blood racing a little faster, and once again had ended up being outsmarted, outwitted, and left alone by Commander shithead himself. For me to figure out? It'd be my sole mission from then on.

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A/N: Ok, dunno if the non-Australians will get the use of the term 'hornbag'. It's basically a hot piece of ass that is a little on the... uh... 'non-intelligent' side? It's from the show Kath & Kim (The Australian version. From what I hear, the American version was horrible) which I don't even watch, but that has somehow threaded it's lingo into the general Australian population. Lawl at our country's oddness.