Just HAD to quote Lysiaamazon on this one:

"I have never wanted to see those two go at it good and hard as much as I do now."

And also HAD to quote Black-Sky-Loves-Me cause it made me lol:

"Bahahahahahahaha Reno is such a little wanker..."

Well Lysia, me either. And yes BSLM, yes he is.

Warnings: See previous chapters. Oh, and smut. Finally, they go at it like bunnies. YAY! I mean… don't read if you don't like… -cough-

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What was that saying? Going "stir crazy"? Is that right? Where you're sitting around doing absolutely fuck all and either hoping that something will help you get out, or death will come quickly? Whatever it was, I was just about ready to chew my own arm off from the boredom.

"Reno?" A quiet voice called from the door, and I offered the most charming smile I had to offer to the approaching nurse. She smiled widely and blushed, approaching my bed with a tray of food.

"Are you hungry?" She asked sweetly, and I gave a wink.

"Depends what you're offering?" I teased, and she offered a shy giggle.

"Well, um," She paused, lifting the lid of the tray, "Roast chicken with vegetables and gravy, and by the looks of it, some jelly for dessert."

"Sounds great," I replied, and she blushed even further. Gaia, it kinda makes me wish I was a straight guy. I would get laid so often I'd have issues walking, ya know? Thing was, there's only one reason I'd wanna wake up unable to walk, and the bastard was taking his sweet ass time getting here.

"By the way, the Commander came in earlier, but you were sleeping," The nurse smiled softly, and stepped back when I damn near catapulted to sit up.

"You're frickin kidding me!" I cried, and she seemed a little taken aback. Fuck him.

"Sorry doll," I murmured, laying back down and prodding at my chicken, "What did he say, yo?"

She did nothing but hand over a note, and I flipped it open to read it.

"Tied down with paper work. Shinra has a stick up his ass that needs rotating, apparently. So once you're discharged, head to your favourite little club down in sector four's upper plate. We're having somewhat of a celebratory drink in your honor after work. See you then. Tseng."

Okay, so it wasn't exactly romantic, but it was from him, so I slipped it into my pocket anyway, and the nurse gave a little secretive smile.

"You right there, doll?" I asked, and she laughed quietly.

"I'm sorry, but you two are adorable," She remarked, her cheeks flaring, "You keeping little notes in your pocket from him, and him staying here for a little while to watch you sleep."

Hold the phone.

"He stayed here?" I asked curiously, and she gave a quiet nod, before checking all of my tubes and going over my chart.

"He asked if it was alright, and then he sat by your bed and just… watched you," She smiled, letting out a soft sigh, "It must be so nice to have someone like that."

"Did he say anything while he was here?" I asked, perhaps a little too eagerly, and her smile grew knowingly.

"He said you were quieter in your sleep," She smiled, blushing, "And I don't know if I should say the rest."

"Awwww, come on doll," I practically purred, and batted my eyelashes a few times. She laughed, but seemed flattered regardless. She hesitated for a few moments, but seemed to mentally brush it away before avoiding my gaze.

"Well, he said 'He almost seems at peace, rather than the arrogant little shit he is otherwise'", she replied hurriedly, and I scowled in spite of myself. Son of a bitch. I murmured thanks to the nurse as she disappeared, and flicked on the TV.

Wasn't much on at this time of the day. It was mainly corny soap operas and reruns of 'SOLDIERs'. It was that episode where Zack had chased a guy for twenty minutes to get back some lady's purse, and had ended up landing flat on top of the guy.

"You do what you have to, to get the job done," Spikey grinned down the camera.

"And the injuries that the gentleman sustained?" the reporter asked, and the SOLDIER cringed slightly.

"Yeah… uh… Well, you know, a few broken ribs and a punctured lung heal real quickly with this day and age's medical resources, you know?"

I smirked a little as I spied Angeal in the background, pretty much face-palming himself as he listened to his pupil talk. I changed the channel and had my attention caught by the news, where there was footage of a huge fireball burning out of control in the slums.

"… unable to find a member of the Turks to comment, as is the norm. Here's what SOLDIER General Sephiroth had to say on the matter," The newsreader nodded seriously, before it cut to images of the stoic General gazing intently at the reporter interviewing them.

"The Turks were unwilling to leave a comment, General. Could you possibly provide an explanation as to the event?" The reporter asked shakily, clearly intimidated by the General's intense gaze.

"There was an incident regarding the Turk Commander's kidnapping. A Turk operative was first on the scene, and managed to successfully neutralize the situation," Sephiroth said smoothly, without so much as blinking until he'd finished what he'd said.

"Could you tell us what the reasons were behind the kidnapping, sir?"

"That's yet to be determined. I think the message we are willing to convey here is that it is unwise to cross paths with those which we do not understand, should you value your life," Sephiroth said quietly, before offering a polite nod of his head and turning for the building behind him.

I gotta give it to him, he definitely had a presence.

"Uh… back to you, Michelle…" The reporter nodded, as the newsreader was cut to. She fanned herself briefly, before forcing a smile and introducing the ad break. Well, it wasn't the first time I'd made it to the news, but it was probably the flashiest. I could imagine them sitting at the office and going in to damage control over my fuck up though. Rude would be having an aneurism by now, muttering something along the lines of 'discretion', and Elena would be pretty much answering the phone non-stop with a 'no comment'. I'd deal with my ass kicking whenever it was called for, but for now, I reveled in the fact that those bastards were working while I kicked back. It was then that nurse what's-her-name sidled back in, all cheery disposition and sheets of paper.

"Good news, Reno," She smiled warmly, "You're free to go once you sign these papers."

"Shame for you doll," I shrugged, reaching out to take the papers from her outstretched hand, "Looks like things are about to get quieter around here, huh?"

She laughed lightly, before beginning to unhook all the machines from me.

"Seems like it. I understand that you'll be heading out tonight, so I presume there'll be alcohol?" She asked, and I winked.

"You know me too well."

"Well, just be careful," She warned, "Don't have anything with mako in it. I know you have a fondness for those Spritzers of yours, but if you have any, you're likely to lapse into a coma."

"But normal alcohol's all good?" I asked, and she gave a small sigh.

"I didn't say it's the best thing for you, but it is permitted given your mako levels," She replied with a small nod, as I finished signing the papers, "Just moderate, okay?"

I gave a small nod and swung my legs out of bed, pulling myself to stand up. I really hated these gowns. You know the ones that tie up at the back and leave your bare ass at mercy of the air temperature? Yeah, they were not exactly my favourite invention in the world.

"Here's your uniform. Cissnei brought it by earlier," the nurse smiled, handing me a pile of clothes. I nodded and headed into the bathroom, re-emerging a few minutes later in complete Turk uniform. Minus the tie, and with a few constraining buttons left loosely undone. The nurse gave me an appreciative once over, and gave a nod of approval. I gave her a wink and grabbed the bag that had all my shit in it, before offering a wave and heading out the door.

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I was in my apartment about twenty minutes later, and pretty much dumped my shit on my bed before having a quick shower. I threw on some of my favourite cologne and took a few extra moments to style my hair so that it feathered a little more at the front, knowing full well that it often caught Shit-head's attention when it did. It was then that it hit me: I was getting dolled up for the bastard. I didn't get dolled up for anyone, ya know? I just ran of Gaia given charm and won my way into any pair of pants I felt like at the time. But no, this fucker had me wrapped around his finger. I gave myself a half assed glare in the mirror, before ruffling the styling product through my hair and realising that it didn't matter what the fuck I looked like. This party was for me, yo, and I'd show up however the hell I wanted to. Funny thing was, before I left for the club, I changed another four times and threw another three looks in the mirror. You know, just to make sure I didn't look too trashy. Nothing to do with Shithead at all…

Yeah.

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It was about seven by the time I got to the club, and people were already filing in, taking advantage of the cheap entry and drinks for the early birds. There were regulars here, the same half-pissed crowd that showed up just about every time I was here, and who often left just about unconscious in the arms of some random they'd met here that were as yet unaware of their reputation. Suckers. Yeah, this was my kind of scene.

"Hey baby," An attractive blonde girl purred, pretty much sitting on my lap, "Can I buy you a drink, handsome?"

I gave her a teasing smirk, as she laced her hands around the back of my neck and gazed at me with barely focused eyes. Oh man, she was out of it already. I leant in to whisper in her ear, and she pretty much pressed against me.

"Unless you got a dick under that pretty little skirt of yours, honey," I whispered, "I don't think you got much to offer me."

She pulled back from me abruptly, and gave a giddy drunken laugh into her hand.

"Oh!" she snorted, a blush rising to her cheeks, "Fuck me, the hot ones are always gay. I'm sorry, baby."

I gave her a wink as she slid off my lap and headed for the opposite side of the bar.

"Some girls, honestly," An all too familiar voice huffed, as she took up a chair beside me, "You think they'd have a little dignity, but no, they head straight for guys like you, half sloshed already."

Cissnei paused then, and offered a hurried 'no offence' at the end of her sentence.

"None taken," I shrugged, downing another shot, "Where are the others, yo?"

"Tseng and Rude are still caught back at the office. Elena's here somewhere, but Gaia knows where. Last I saw, she was threatening to beat the shit out of some Costa del Sol guy for touching her ass," Cissnei shrugged casually, before ordering a drink, "And Mark and Damien are somewhere out on the dance floor, which I'm sure comes as no surprise. The others are either out on assignment, or too tied down with personal shit to come get drunk."

She snorted at this, before taking her drink and downing it in one shot, just as a guy approached her and asked if she could buy her a drink. She simply showed the ID card and gave a warning glare, before the guy swiftly backed away.

"Not here to pick up?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not nearly half as drunk as I need to be," She replied, ordering another shot, before Elena took the seat on my other side.

"Can you believe that guy?" she cried, gesturing at the door. Some guy was being lead out of the door by security, his nose bleeding profusely.

"Broken nose?" Cissnei asked casually, and Elena offered an annoyed nod, before ordering champagne.

"Yeah and then security was about to kick me out, until Rude flashed his ID and told the guards to keep to themselves if you know what I mean," She smiled fondly, and I felt a little thrill go through me. Chances were, if the big guy was here, so was Tseng.

I looked towards the door, and there he was, in all of his casual glory. He'd ditched his suit jacket and tie, but kept his tight long sleeved business shirt and black slacks, accompanied by shoes shined to have the ability to reflect. Fuck me; I nearly fell off the barstool as I continued openly staring like some slack jawed carp.

"You two crack me up," Cissnei smirked over her glass, watching me staring at the doorway.

"How so?" I asked casually, and Elena snorted into her glass.

"Gaia, if you guys were anywhere near subtle with that little heated attraction thing you two share, then I'd understand why you just asked that," the blonde cried, "But it's so flamingly obvious, that I sometimes wonder why you two just won't go at it with each other and get it out of your systems."

Cissnei snorted her drink back into her glass, and I damn near choked on my own. Okay, well fuck, didn't realise it was that noticeable.

"He's an asshole," I shrugged evasively.

"Hello! So are you," Elena sighed, "You're like two little match-ups made in heaven and good Gaia Cissnei, he is so your type…"

The blonde then gestured over Cissnei's shoulder at a lean but well built guy with dark black hair spiked up at all different angles.

"Kinda looks like Fair to me," I chimed in, and Cissnei blushed furiously.

"Like I said, totally her type," Elena shrugged, downing another shot.

Before I could make a smart ass comment, Cissnei had disappeared, and Tseng himself had casually slipped into her vacant seat. Gaia, he smelt good. Gaia, he looked good. Gaia, I was frickin hooked.

"Reno," He nodded politely, ordering himself some of that Wutaian shit that he drank sometimes after missions. What was it called? Haki or some shit?

"Yo boss man," I tilted my head back slightly, "How goes it?"

"Same as always. Shinra's breathing down the back of my neck, some cocky little redhead got us on the news again, and I've spent half my day avoiding the press," He replied smoothly, and I finished the last of my drink. Wasn't anywhere near drunk, but there was a nice little buzz going through me right now that gave me a little more guts than my daring self would usually have.

"You're not all that bothered, Boss man," I smirked, "As long as you still get to come here and thank me for saving your ass."

"And knocking me unconscious."

"Whilst saving your ass."

Tseng let out a soft sigh then, and Elena was fighting back a giggle. When the boss man turned his attentions to the blonde, she smiled timidly and gave a small shrug, now sipping a new drink through a straw.

"How are you sir?" she asked sweetly, and he offered her a small smile.

"Don't drink too much please, Elena," He said softly, "I'd hate for something to happen to you whilst we're out."

"Hey, I've got you guys here!" She beamed, standing on slightly wobbly legs, "I'm all set for the rest of the night."

Tseng followed her with his gaze as she headed for a table where Rude was seated, and casually leant on his shoulder.

"…How much has she had to drink?" He asked, slightly amused eyes focusing on mine once again.

"Not much, but she can't hold her liquor for shit," I smirked, as he took a long swig from his drink, before gently putting his glass down. He said nothing, just allowing his gaze to focus on mine, and I swear I damn near fell off the stool again. Bastard knew what he did to me.

"Frickin tease," I murmured, calling for a new drink, as he gave a small laugh into his own.

"Admittedly, you're quite patient for a prince," He said smoothly, and I barely had time to register it, before some handsome brunette had taken the seat on his other side and drew Tseng's attentions away from me. I could overhear them talking, some nice casual chit chat, and a few flirtatious remarks from the brunette. Shithead didn't encourage them, but didn't exactly tell him to fuck off either. I hated being toyed with. Hated it. But, I figured, with a guy like me, I could play the same kind of game. I sat there for a few minutes longer, finishing the rest of my drink, before standing up and heading for the dance floor. Oh yeah baby, this was my element. I made sure to stay in his line of sight, as a new song started, the pounding beat reverberating off the walls and straight through my rib cage.

As was per usual, it only took a few moments for me to pick up the beat, and I was alive with it, ya know? I let my body moved how the beat dictated, hips swaying where appropriate and body pounding with each bass drop that hit it. I could feel his eyes burning against me, as well as half the people on the dance floor. One thing I'd always been curious about was whether he was any good on the dance floor as he was in battle. You watched the guy and you had a tendency to pick up just how liquid his form was, sliding through a battle like he was floating on a fucking cloud. I'd never seen him dance before, but it wouldn't be too long before I did, if things worked out how I thought they would. I could see his eyes on me from across the floor, the stranger beside him now seemingly talking to a deaf ear, as Tseng smirked over his now empty glass at me. I saw a figure moving through the crowd of people around me, and a small smirk licked at my face as I realised who it was.

"Hey there Red," He smirked, watching me dance with unguarded appreciation, "Trying to catch someone's attention?"

"Sure am," I smirked in reply, a brief flick of my eyes towards Tseng giving the SOLDIER all he needed to piece shit together. Damien was a smart cookie, and for that reason, he was kind of a go-between with us and SOLDIER. Tseng got along with him okay too, so he stuck around for all the social events, which didn't bother me. I liked the cheeky bastard.

"Ah, so the Commander hey?" He quirked a brow and I nodded. Damien gave a knowing smirk, and moved closer, placing his hands on my hips as he swayed with me, the pair of us now drawing even further attention from those around us.

The thing is, is that Damien was an alright dancer, as well as being a nice piece of eye candy. He had his lovey dovey eyes solely set on General priss-pot himself, so we both knew full well that this was for show. If Damo wanted to make it a show, we'd make it a show to remember. He stood behind me now, his hands ghosting along my waist as he whispered in my ear.

"You look good tonight, Red," He murmured, "If you don't reel that tight ass in, I may very well whisk you away myself."

I almost smacked him out of habit, but the flirty bastard was doing a good job of getting Tseng's attention over here, so I let him shit talk.

"You wish you had this ass," I smirked, grinding back a little against him, as he snorted in my ear.

"Don't look now hot stuff, but your buddy's making his way over here," Damien smirked against my ear, "Looks like you're getting luck, Red. Do me a favour and give me details tomorrow, you know I love a scandal."

"You need to get laid," I murmured and he laughed in my ear, before slowly slipping away, "Oi, where you going?"

"I don't have a death wish!" He called over the music, probably off to go find another random to entice. That guy was one of the biggest man-whores I know, and I mean that only with love of course.

I looked around the crowd, and found myself a little freaked out. Shithead had disappeared. I thought that maybe I'd pissed him off enough for him to leave, but I was gratefully proven wrong, as a different pair of hands ghosted over my waist, before coming to rest on my hips.

"Interesting," A familiar voice breathed against my ear, as I smirked widely.

"What is?" I asked, as he smirked against my earlobe, his body moving against mine, but barely touching. He was even a fucking tease when he danced.

"You move like you fight," He noted, guiding my hips to move backwards slightly, pressing against him just briefly enough to feel- Gaia, I nearly got whiplash from the speed I snapped around to place my hands on his shoulders, his dark eyes watching me with a burning intent. He took hold of my hips again as I swayed against him, and his eyes flashed with a dark amusement, focusing them on my moving body as he shadowed my movements, pulling me a little closer to him. Gaia, he was so close to me I could feel his breath against my cheek, and his firm grip on my hips as I moved against him. He moved his lips closer to my ears, and I felt him smirk against my lobe.

"It really is the alcohol, isn't it?" He asked, and I raised a brow in confusion. What the fuck was that meant to mean?

"Makes you act like a dog in heat," He explained, and I let out a small snort, before leaning closer to his own ear, my body still acting of it's own insanely turned on accord.

"Oh no baby, it's all you," I purred, and I heard him let out a hiss of breath as my teeth gently scraped along his ear. His hands gripped a little tighter on my hips, and fuck me I was good. I had Turk fucking Commander losing composure.

It was then that the song stopped, and the DJ made an announcement that happy hour was coming up, so get your drink vouchers up at the bar while you still had the chance, blah, blah, blah. He pulled back from me at this and gave a teasing smirk.

"Song's over, rookie," he murmured, before slipping back into the crowd. I looked around for a few moments, but he moved like a frickin ghost.

"Son of a bitch," I spat out loud, before I saw Damien in the middle of the crowd. He was looking my way and offered a wink, before pointing at the door. I whipped around just in time to see a curtain of dark ebony hair slipping out the entrance. Sneaky bastard. As I moved towards the door, Elena gave me a firm smack on the ass and a high pitched giggle from her new position on Rude's lap.

"Oh Red, you're in for it!" She snorted, before turning to nuzzle into my partner's neck. Baldy looked like he didn't have a frickin clue what to do with himself, and I offered him a smirk before heading out the door. Could have sworn he was blushing.

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He moved frickin quickly. I was outside no more than two minutes after he was, after having a particularly difficult time making it past a bar scuffle. Fortunately, the guards didn't ask too many questions when both of the instigators fell to the ground after methods of electrocution. Clumsy bastards. Anyway, no more than two frickin minutes after him, and he was completely gone. No frickin idea where he'd fucked off to, but it didn't stop me looking. I had enough energy in me to start a kind of jog, and I headed the only place I'd imagined he might disappear to. His apartment was about ten minutes from here, and it ain't like he'd have fallen asleep already. Son of a bitch had me hot under the collar already, and if he dared try and refuse me him tonight, I may very well kill him. No kidding, I may just shoot him then and there. I ran up to his doorstep, and had the chance to knock a total of two times before the door was flung open and I was pulled in by the front of my shirt. Before I could really comprehend what the stuff had happened, he had me pressed against the door, his hand threading into my hair and pulling my lips to his in a heated, if not slightly clumsy kiss.

Dear alcohol, thank you for giving him the inhibitions to let go, love Reno.

He pulled back slightly, mako lighting his eyes just enough to catch my attention, as his lips brushed my cheek. His hand reached between us and cupped at my package, as I let a long groan out. He smirked in the semi-darkness, as he returned his lips to my ear.

"You fucking shit me," He murmured, and before I had the breath to ask how, he was biting down lightly, teasing again with his tongue, as well as his hand. Ah Gaia…

"You come in to the Turks as an arrogant little fuck, cause as much shit as you can, drive me up the walls," he paused to plant a light kiss against my neck, "Then you go and do something like save my life."

"What can I say?" I managed to smirk between labored breaths.

"You don't say shit till I'm finished," He said huskily, his hand gripping a little tighter as I clutched at his own hand and rubbed it harder. Ah fuck, that same dizzying feeling. I thought I was going to pass out, honest to Gaia…

"Then," He breathed, the air hot and moist against my ear, sending tendrils of pleasure coursing through me, "You get on that floor tonight, and you move…"

His voice was breathy, as his hand continued to move against me, a soft moan slipping through my lips. Fuck him, he had me moaning for him like the little street whore he once claimed me to be. I scowled slightly over the control he had over me, before his lips met mine again in a wet, pleasure filled engagement. His tongue darted out, teasing, toying, leading and retreating, before he nipped lightly at my lower lip, pulling it back with his lips as he met my half-lidded gaze once again. He smirked and I groaned again at the sight, his hair tousled slightly as he pressed himself against my thigh. He was just as hard as I was, but this time, it looked like he was gonna be using it.

"…I lost a little control out there," He admitted coyly, "And I don't like that feeling, rookie."

His voice was low, and dripping with a poisoned seduction. He was dangerous, and I loved it. He removed his hand from its massaging duties and pressed against both of my hips with his fingers, before capturing my lips again. He toyed, teasing, making sure that I knew what I was getting myself into, before he tugged at my hair, pulling my head back and placing kisses along my throat. I think I almost passed out from the heat, and the build up of fucking pleasure that he'd been teasing at me for weeks now. Even months. Maybe years. Gaia, I didn't even fucking know. All that mattered was that he was here and he was real and he was unbelievably hot.

Then he bit down.

Hard.

"Fuck!" I hissed through my teeth, and felt a smirk against my skin, before a tongue laved apologetically at the newest wound. I felt a flare of annoyance through me, as I grabbed him and turned him to slam his back against the door. Let's see how the bastard liked some of his own medicine. I smirked teasingly, as he offered a warning glare, before sliding a hand to grope him shamelessly through his pants. Gaia, the sound that spilled from his lips, as his fingers clutched at my arms, his head tilted back as chocolate brown gazed out wantonly from underneath thickly lashed eyes.

"Secretly, boss man," I smirked, as he fought to show annoyance through his pleasure, "I think you do like losing a little control."

He offered a strained smirk.

"How do you figure that?"

"Because it brings you down to my level," I murmured, "And a part of you likes to live on that edge, away from your Shinra bought luxury, mingled with the street trash."

I paused, watching his eyes flutter shut, my fingers working their magic around his straining hard on.

"Tell me baby," I murmured, darkly amused when his eyes fluttered open and narrowed at the nickname, "How much do you like the danger?"

His eyes flashed, before he was attached to me again, his fingers delving into my hair and crashing his lips against mine, before pulling my hands from his crotch and pushing me backwards towards one of the open doors nearby. He kicked the door shut behind him as we went in, and the next thing I felt against me were satin sheets and a shit load of un-necessary pillows. Spoilt bastard. I almost made a comment, but he'd latched onto my neck, his fingers working on my shirt as he damn near tore the buttons off, removing it and tossing it aside, before doing the same for his shirt. He offered me a brief view of lean muscle and flawless skin, before his lips were against my chest. My skin heated as soon as his lips touched it, and I writhed a little under him as he straddled my groin. If he teased me too much, I was gonna burst before we even had the chance to-

"Uhh…" I trailed off, his lips trailing over a nipple, his teeth pinching then grazing slightly as he dragged his mouth over my skin. If that didn't do enough for me, his dark eyes were glittering up at me from my chest, as I looked down at him.

"Fuck Tseng," I panted slightly, much to his apparent delight, "Quit teasing…"

He cupped me through my straining pants, and I clenched my jaw, begging to Gaia that she let me hold my composure.

"You're not going to last long," He murmured, squeezing lightly as I just about swallowed my tonsils.

Thank you, Captain obvious.

His movements were quick then, unbuckling my belt and sliding it out in one smooth motion, before tugging on my pants, sliding them off me in a hurry. He faltered slightly, as he realised I went commando on more than the odd occasion, before he smirked deviously in my direction. He was beautiful, and the fucker knew it. He knew what those eyes and those fingers were doing and- Gaia be damned, that mouth…

"F-fuck…" I choked, my head falling back so hard against his headboard I figure if I wasn't drunk I'd be knocked out. My hands delved into those silky strands of ebony, guiding him as his lips bobbed down over my cock. He pulled back up tightly, the suction causing a small 'pop' as he took me out of his mouth briefly. It felt amazing, his lips sliding over me, as his teeth lightly teased the underside of my aching length. I arched off the bed slightly and dug my free hand into the sheets, as his tongue pressed lightly against my slit. Fuck me, where had he learnt this shit? He started off slowly, teasing just the tip, holding down my hips and stubbornly refusing my attempts to force him to draw me in further. No, he did that in his own time, slowly sliding a little more in with every few bobs. His lips would slide down nice and loose, his tongue teasing as it coated me with warm saliva, before he'd pull back up, tightening his hold with his lips and satisfying the rest with his hands. Then, he bobbed and took me all the way in, and-

"Aw fuck, Tseng!"

Shit. I hadn't meant to give him that pleasure just yet, hearing his name, but he rewarded me with a satisfied hum, sucking tighter until I felt an all too familiar heat pooling throughout my entire body. I grabbed his hair tighter in warning, but the fucker didn't stop until I was shaking like a nervous wreck and coming hard. My head spun, and that heat spiraled out of control, as I let out a low steady groan. I couldn't breathe, and still, his lips kept working.

I couldn't explain exactly what he was doing, but his tongue swirling and twisting around me was slowly bringing me back up again, and the residual pleasure I still had from that mind fuck of an orgasm he'd given me had me shaking like a leaf as he pressed me harder against the bed. He pulled back, sitting up and beginning to undo his own belt, as I watched him with hunger in my eyes. He smirked teasingly, his free hand trailing along my stomach as he removed his belt and slowly began to undo his pants. He barely had them down, before I was on him, my lips offering the same treatment he'd given me. He let out a hiss, before offering a few expletives in his native tongue. Fuck me that was sexy, hearing him speak in another language, as his heated gaze looked down on me, his face wild and open as he clenched his eyes shut and bit down on his lip, his hand tugging at my hair as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth.

"You little fucker," He hissed, between shaky breaths and moans, "You have no idea… How long I've wanted this."

If I could talk I would have called him a fucking hypocrite, as well as every other name I could think of under the sun, but as fate would have it, I was a little preoccupied. He pulled away then, and pushed me so that I was on my back, before moving to slip his tongue between my lips, followed shortly after by his fingers. I sucked hard on them, and he watched so intently that I thought he might have passed out with his eyes open. But no, he was well aware of what I was doing. When his eyes clamped shut as I bit down lightly, I knew then that he'd lost a part of himself to me. As far as I was concerned, he was never getting it back.

He withdrew his fingers and slowly began easing them into me. Fuck, it hurt, but I knew that if I held out and just pretty much kept my cool, he was likely to – holy sweet mother of Gaia…I hadn't expected him to find it so soon, but there he was, finger brushing along my prostate, as I twitched and groaned uncontrollably under his touch. He leant down to trail bites and kisses along my neck and up to my ear, before he murmured huskily into it.

"I'm going to make you feel better than anyone else ever has, Red," He growled lightly, "So you're not going to want it from anyone but me."

"I don't want it from anyone but you, you ignorant fuck," I hissed between groans, and that seemed to be his undoing, as he pulled his fingers out and damn near slammed himself into me. I let out a breathless cry, and he stayed hovered over me, his eyes clenched tightly shut. He was biting down hard enough on his lip to make the surrounding skin turn white, as his head fell back. His mouth parted slightly then, and he let out a breathless groan, a sound I knew would haunt my every waking moment from that moment on. There had never been a beauty to rival it, and there never would be. Slowly, he pulled out, and pressed back in, as I gradually adjusted to his pressure. He seemed to have difficulty keeping composure, as he slowly rolled his hips, holding my legs apart as he slowly filled me and eased out. He did this for a few more moments, until my mouth started emitting soft huffs of uncontrolled pleasure. At this, his head tilted forward, and he opened those eyes. I expected to see fire, but I saw tenderness instead.

He murmured something in his language, and his fingers trailed along my cheek bones, as he continued to gently thrust inside of me. Fucked if I knew what he said, but I knew that it had meant something different to the norm, because he'd then leant down and gently toyed my lips, this kiss softer and more caring than any other he'd offered me, broken only by the soft puffs of air from his nose, coinciding with each steady thrust. Gradually, he got a little faster, and my hands had slid to grip my own cock, pumping in time with his thrusts, as he began to mercilessly pound against my prostate. I let out a shaky little gasp with each press, and he was letting out soft moans with every gasp I gave him. He was getting louder, and he was getting a little rougher, and when I felt the tension coiling up in me again, I held my breath, my head spinning as I blew over. I could hear his appreciation of my rhythmic clenching around him, and a feeling inside me almost burst open when he came, my name spilling from his lips. Not 'rookie', not 'Red', not 'you little fucker', but 'Reno'. His eyes had snapped open before he kissed me then, locking on to me with a certain sense of appreciation I was reveling in. He leant down and lazily kissed me, pumping just a few more times and sending residual tendrils of pleasure through the both of us, before he rest atop me, his cheek against mine, and his steadying breath against my ear as he slid out from me. His beauty, the whole fucking experience, the feeling of knowing that this unique piece of Gaia given heaven had just surrendered himself to me… A voice in me couldn't help but just say it. Gaia be damned, I think I love him.

"…What?" He murmured, raising his head to meet my eyes.

…You've gotta be fucking kidding me. I did not just say that out loud.

"I think I love you, yo."

What the fuck was I doing? Hello, conference calls are necessary between brain and mouth please. But, he didn't pull away. He didn't offer some smart ass remark. He didn't pull out his pistol and spread my brains across his sheets. No, he simply repeated his Wutaian phrase from before, and held my gaze with a lazy contentment.

"... Tseng, baby, I can't speak your language, yo," I said softly, and he smirked.

"I said something along the lines of 'You annoying little shit, I think I love you'," He explained, before I let out an uncontrollable snort. Well fuck me. He lay his head back down and rolled over, facing the ceiling.

"It's not how it was meant to go though," He murmured, a smirk along his lips, "You were meant to be a little game of mine."

"I probably still am," I replied, and he let out a snort.

"You were meant to be the one getting the lesson here," He continued, "But you suckered me in, and because of the way I fucked you around, I couldn't get myself out. By the time I realised, it was too late. Next thing I knew, Prince Charming was coming to my rescue and kicking me unconscious."

I'm never gonna live that shit down…

"Am I ever gonna live that shit down?" I scowled, and he shook his head.

"Not a chance."

There was a silence for awhile, where we both lay next to each other, not even touching any more, and something about that was fucking with my head. Sure, neither of us was good at expressing emotion, and this was probably just as new for him as it was for me, but it almost felt uncomfortable, and that shit just wasn't right, you know? I froze then, as dark eyes met mine, and an arm stretched up and over, to run fingers through my hair. Fuck me, he was a psychic. He gave a smirk then, and shook his head.

"You're far too easy to read," He murmured, as I shrugged. I couldn't really care less, as long as it was him doing the reading.

"Maybe you're just good at it," I shrugged again, reaching over the bed for my pants and fumbling for the spare cigarette packet in there. To be honest, I didn't smoke all that much, but after sex was well appropriate to settle my still rattled nerves. In fact, any time around Tseng was good enough, if just to rattle his. I lit up, and he scowled.

"You know it's horrible for your health, right?" He remarked, and I waved my hand dismissively. He lay a hand across his chest as he rolled onto his side, leaving his well defined chest in plain view. I watched him with an already growing hunger, his eyes dark with amusement, as a curtain of ebony hair hung across his should-

"Fuck!" I hissed, as the ash from my cigarette fell and left a burn mark on my chest. He gave a small smirk, before rolling back onto his back and resuming the petting of my hair.

"Health hazard," He murmured, and I could have fucking stabbed him with my cigarette.

He was quiet for awhile again, slowly toying with my hair, before his cell started ringing. He looked at the caller ID, smirking slightly before answering.

"Elena?" He murmured, and I held back a smirk as I heard her through the phone.

"Tseeeeng!" She laughed almost maniacally, before there was an audible scuffle for the phone.

"Apologies sir!" Another voice came on, and Tseng smirked.

"Cissnei?"

"Elena's had a little too much to drink, sir. She was hoping to find out…" She trailed off, as another scuffle seemed to occur, and Elena once again allowed her high pitched whiney assed voice down the line.

"Man lurve!" She slurred, "You and Reno, huh? Huh?"

Tseng flicked amused eyes to me before his smirk grew slightly.

"You're very drunk Elena. I think it may be best if you head home."

"Aww man, you so got laid!" She laughed, before there was another struggle for the phone. Cissnei didn't seem to get it back however, as the next voice remained Elena's.

"I knew it! I told you, remember? I told you. Well, actually, you told me, eh?"

"I remember, Elena," Tseng said calmly, still smirking, "Head to bed."

"Yessir," she slurred, hanging up the phone before Tseng could say anything else.

"What did she tell you?" I asked when he turned to face me, "And what did you tell her?"

He quirked a brow, and his smirk grew.

"She simply stated that she believed we were compatible in terms of personalities," He replied, and I frowned a little.

"I thought she liked you, yo."

"She moved on when she realised your intentions. It appears she's a good friend of yours," he smirked.

"And what did you tell her, then?"

"That even if I was the one to lead you on, you'd still come after me," He smirked, "And you did."

I quirked a brow, before pressing my lips against his ones in attempts to wipe the smirk off of them, and he pulled me towards him with his hands.

I wish I could hate that bastard, but I don't. It's much the opposite. And I'll be damned if I didn't still hate it when the fucker was right.

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A/N: Yay! Damien cameo! –snuggles Damien plushy-

Boo! Shit ending! –snuggles fail plushy-

Anyway, hope you liked Confidence as much as I liked writing it. Was the lemon worth the wait? No? My bad .-.