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Warnings: yaoi, sex...not entirely PWP, but the sex is kind of the point...Rated M.
Rufus Shinra lay on the bed in his private rooms on the top floor of Healen Lodge, waiting. He had half undressed and now wore only his unbuttoned white shirt and white suit pants. The lights were off and the blinds down: the room was almost completely dark. Although he didn't want to spoil things by touching himself, Rufus found that he was growing hard with the anticipation of Tseng – of Reno, he told himself.
His cock stirred at the thought of the wild, red-haired Turk. Rufus had wanted Reno for so long that he couldn't remember when the desire had started. He watched Reno all the time, and was never sure whether the Turk had noticed that or not. Sometimes, it seemed to Rufus, the nonchalant sway of Reno's hips as he walked into a room to do a security sweep before Rufus followed him in, was just a touch exaggerated. Sometimes there was something in Reno's easy shrug, or the tilt of his head, or the glint in his sea-green eyes that suggested he knew perfectly well the effect he had on his young boss. But there was never quite enough to be sure.
Besides, Rufus had never found any evidence that Reno was anything but straight. Reno loved women, and women loved Reno – and there had been a lot of women over the years, even just counting the ones Rufus knew about. None of them conformed to any particular type – the only thing they seemed to have in common was that none of them stayed very long. Whether that was their choice, or Reno's, or some of each, Rufus didn't know.
Rufus sighed. He'd been faithful to Reno far longer than any of those women had. Not sexually faithful, of course - Rufus preferred men, but he'd had his share of women too, and there had been plenty of both. Being the richest man on the planet, and the president of the world's most powerful company, hadn't exactly repelled potential lovers. But he had been faithful to Reno, in his fashion. Reno was different. Reno was his ideal – the image of his desire. How that had happened, Rufus didn't know. If he'd set out to imagine an ideal partner for himself surely he would have chosen someone like Tseng – a calm, restrained, elegant man, deadly and efficient and precise. Tseng's brand of beauty was classic and clean and well-groomed, much like Rufus's own. Reno was – what? Wild, disorderly, hectic. Reno burned flame-bright – his intelligence was keen, knife-edged wit. He was speed, and chaos, and crazy energy. He had a feral beauty – the man was a goddamned fox – untameable, and the fucking sexiest thing Rufus had ever seen. Thinking about Reno now made Rufus want to rub himself raw – it took all his self-control not to touch – to keep still and wait.
It was probably a stupid idea anyway – how would Tseng possibly pull this off? Rufus suppressed a snigger at the double-entendre, even as it sparked a shudder of excitement. But Tseng and Reno were opposites in so many ways…Perhaps he should just forget the whole thing?
"Yo, boss." Rufus froze. The voice from the doorway sounded exactly like –
"Reno?" Rufus asked, his breath catching. He knew it had to be Tseng. Unless…
"Tseng said you wanted me, boss?" Rufus's heart pounded. Was it possible? No – it had to be Tseng. Reno wasn't even in the building. Rufus's mouth was dry, but he said, "Yes, Reno. Come in." The voice from the doorway was uncertain now. "I…it's dark, Sir. Shall I put the lights on?"
"No, no – leave it. I just wanted…Come in Reno. Shut the door behind you. Come over to the bed."
"You're the boss." Rufus could almost hear Reno's shrug. A figure approached the bed, no more than a darker patch against the darkness. Rufus inhaled. Fuck, but the room smelled like Reno: expensive whisky, cigarettes, something sweet like cherries, and under it all a dark, male scent that was erotic and unmistakable. Rufus breathed, "Reno…"
"Boss?"
"I want you Reno. I have done for a long time."
There was a long silence. Then Reno's voice asked, "Is that an order, Boss?"
"Does it need to be?"
"Ah – I guess…not. But…I don't do this…Guys, I mean. I'm not sure what you…"
"Nothing new, Reno. Not…now. After all, some things – gender doesn't really make a difference."
"I…suppose not."
'Reno' sounded so genuinely uncertain that Rufus experienced another moment of doubt. Needing to know for sure that it was Tseng, and yet not wanting to spoil the illusion, Rufus said more harshly than he meant to, "Just get on the damn bed, Reno!"
"Sir." The tone was perfect, having exactly the same clipped, pissed off quality of Reno's earlier reply in the office when Rufus had lied about his reports being the reason for his constantly being called in to see the boss. Of course, Tseng had probably heard that tone from Reno plenty of times himself, but it was a damned convincing imitation – if it was an imitation. Rufus reached out blindly as Reno – or Tseng – sat rather hesitantly on the edge of the bed. He caught hold of a long-fingered hand, which gave him no clue as to which man was beside him in the dark, and raised it to his lips. Rufus heard a gasp as he took a finger in his mouth, licked the tip, and sucked slowly. Still no clues. Rufus's tongue slid against smooth skin tasting faintly of soap and salt and Reno's cigarettes. Rufus decided to stop trying to figure out who was sitting next to him, and just accept the fantasy that it was Reno.
"Lie down, Reno," he said, his voice a little rough with desire. "Relax. If I do anything you don't like, just tell me, and I'll stop. I know this isn't…what you're used to."
"If that's what you want, Boss." Reno didn't sound particularly happy. He didn't lie down, either. Rufus asked, "Is it the geostigma that's bothering you?" There was a silence, then a voice that sounded like Reno's said, "Kinda. 'Cause, I mean, we came through meteor and all that shit…"
"I've had all our remaining doctors and scientists working on this. It's definitely not contagious."
"Right. But won't it…hurt you?"
Rufus laughed, harshly. "Gaia, I don't care about that! I want to feel something Reno – something good, that isn't just pain. The stigma hurts anyway. I want –" Rufus's words were cut short as a hand touched his cheek and a warm mouth closed over his own kissing him forcefully, lips crushing almost hard enough to bruise - fierce and hot as he had always imagined Reno would be. Rufus felt himself grow hard instantly, and his heart raced as Reno's voice growled, "You felt that, Boss, right? You want me to make you feel, I'll make you feel, yo!" Stiffening further at the rough words, Rufus heard himself moan as a hand ran down along the contours of his chest, pushing his open shirt aside, moving lower until he felt his cock being grasped firmly through the expensive fabric of his suit pants.
Reno was half lying over him now, one leg between his own, his growing erection jutting against Rufus's thigh. Rufus pushed his hands up under Reno's suit jacket and shirt, stroking the smooth skin and firm muscles of his back, pulling the Turk on top of him, their cocks pressing against each other so hard that the pleasure of it was almost pain.
"Gaia, yes," Rufus whispered. "I want –"
Reno kissed him again, his tongue thrusting into Rufus's eager mouth, his hands raking through Rufus's hair. Rufus longed to touch Reno's hair too, to reach up and pull him closer, but he didn't want to break the spell. He shivered as he felt feather soft hair falling across his eyes: Reno's hair would do that – not Tseng's. Damn but Reno's kisses were good. The Turk tasted just as Rufus would have guessed – an intoxicating mix of sweet and bitter, whiskey and cigarettes.
"I'll tell you what I think you want, Boss," Reno said, and there was an edge to his voice that made Rufus shiver.
"What's that, Reno?" Rufus slipped a hand between them, found Reno's cock and rubbed. Reno hissed, but continued, "I think you want me to fuck you, yo. Make you feel…"
"Thought you didn't do guys?" Rufus's tone was challenging. Reno laughed, low and sexy. "Well, like you said, Boss, some things, gender makes no difference. So..?"
Rufus hesitated for a moment. Before the geostigma he would have balked at such an idea, however much it might have turned him on. Even now, part of him rebelled at the thought of giving up control.
In his fantasies Reno always took charge: for the last few months Rufus had been jacking off to mental images of himself on his knees sucking off Reno in the office, or Reno slamming him face down on the desk and fucking him hard and fast – but those were just fantasies. In reality, Rufus was the boss; needed to stay that way. But…the stigma was incurable. The pain was only going to get worse – the lesions more apparent, the oozing black liquid seeping from the marks more and more often, until one day it would take his life in a degrading orgy of liquid agony.
And now – tonight – Reno was on his bed, and ready to fulfil his fantasy…Reno, or as damn close to Reno as he was ever going to get.
"Yes," Rufus said into the dark - the expectant silence. "What I want."
Then Reno was on him, mouth hot against his own, one hand working open the button of his fly, pulling his zipper, squeezing him hard. Reno shifted aside, his hand still teasing Rufus's cock. Rufus lifted his hips; eased himself out of his pants and underwear in one practiced motion. He thrust himself against Reno's hand as he did so, no longer ashamed of his blatant need. Then Reno was lying over him again, and he heard the Turk's zipper go. Reaching down, Rufus stroked Reno's hard cock, feeling a little thrill at the discovery that the Turk wore no underwear: now that he would have expected of Reno, but never of Tseng.
Reno's long fingers toyed with Rufus's tight balls for a delicious moment, then slid back, pressing against his sensitive perineum. Reno's tongue flicked against his ear, warm and wet. "Lube?" he asked. "Or you're gonna feel this too much even for you, yo." Rufus bit back a moan at the words, and reached out to the drawer, his hand instantly closing on the tube he needed. Without comment he pressed it into Reno's hand and seconds later he was moaning aloud as a slick finger entered him, hard and insistent and so damned good that Rufus found himself pushing up against it, panting with lust.
Without warning the finger was gone, and Rufus gave a harsh groan as Reno thrust into him, pain and pleasure making him feel alive as he hadn't done since the geostigma took hold. Reno began to move inside him, deep and controlled and hard, every thrust hitting Rufus exactly where he wanted – where he needed it to. Rufus's own cock was throbbing and tight, pushing against the taut muscles of Reno's stomach.
Reno began to thrust harder and faster, slamming Rufus down into the mattress. Rufus slid a hand between their bodies to grasp himself, pumping hard, desperate for release, his mouth pressed against the warmth of Reno's throat. Licking and biting the tender skin, Rufus sucked hard enough to leave a mark, and heard a sharp, indrawn breath, then a low moan as Reno came, shuddering. The sensation of Reno's orgasm pulsing inside him sent Rufus over the edge and he came in an explosion of ecstatic pleasure that left him gasping, "Oh fuck, Reno! Fuck!"
"Boss…" Reno gave him one hard kiss, and moved away. Rufus lay on the bed, breathing still ragged, coming down from the shattering orgasm slowly. He heard Reno stand, zip himself up, clear his throat.
"So – we all done? You felt that, yo?"
"Yes, Reno. I felt that."
"That's it? Or are we gonna do this again?"
"Do you object to doing it again?"
"I guess not. Kinda – intense – yo."
"Good. Tomorrow then? Same time." Rufus breathing had steadied. The Turk by the bed said, "You're the boss."
"Good night, then."
"'Night."
Rufus heard the door open, and closed his eyes before he could catch a glimpse of a silhouette or a recognisable profile. When the Turk had gone, Rufus leaned back on the pillows, satisfied, at least for now. But he still wasn't completely certain whether his lover had been Reno, or Tseng.
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Replacing Reno's jacket on the back of his office chair, Tseng shook his head, half smiling. It had been liberating being Reno, that was certain. His breath caught at the memory of some of the things he had said – liberties taken. And Rufus had allowed them all – would allow them all to the real Reno, as to no-one else.
Tseng knew he had done a good job. He always did a good job: that was why he was the director, why Rufus trusted him implicitly. And the sex had been good too – no denying that. But some of the anger he had expressed in 'Reno's' roughness remained, leaving Tseng unsettled. Anger, or jealousy; he wasn't sure which.
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In the next chapter - Reno begins to get suspicious...
