So this chapter is chopped up a lot this time but you shouldn't complain! It's been awhile since I updated. If you read any of my other stories, there will be no updates until Thursday at the earliest. I leave next Sunday and don't get home until Friday as well. So…yeah. ^^' But anyways, reviews are loved, I'll give you cookies! I don't own Final Fantasy VII.
As Reeve walked back into the room, Rufus stood up, facing the director with a firm expression. "I'm sorry, Reeve."
Reeve's expression softened instantly upon hearing Rufus's words, and it seemed as though all of the tension within the dark haired man just flowed out. "It's fine Rufus, really. I just can't stand the thought of you being upset with me."
"No, it isn't fine," Rufus said, shaking his head. "I'm being way to over controlling, I guess I can't really help that part of me. I've always wanted control over everything and being in a relationship with someone who wants as much control as I do...it's different. I'm not used to being challenged. That made me sound absolutely terrible but-"
"I understand Rufus, really," Reeve interrupted, walking towards him. "I feel the same, in a way. Let's just forget that fight. We'll catch the terrorists in anyway we can. Let's agree not to ever argue about this again and just know that we're worrying about each other."
Rufus smirked. "It would spare time, I think."
"Our arguing is just a round about way of saying we care, isn't it?" Reeve mused as Rufus embraced him gently and kissed his throat.
"Hm, I guess. Do you have to go back to work?" Rufus murmured, nipping at the skin but never enough to leave a mark. "I think we should stay here. I mean, we're both so stressed." The president moved his arms to wrap around Reeve's shoulders. "We should relax."
"As tempting as that is," Reeve said, unable to help himself and wrapping his arms around Rufus as well. "I really do need to get to work. And you should too. But if you really don't want to, it's your job so I can't say anything against it."
"You're doing a great job of guilting me into it though," Rufus grumbled, pulling back and giving the man a half hearted glare. "Fine, I'll go."
Reeve laughed and kissed Rufus's forehead again. "That's what I thought."
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"Zack, what are you even doing here?" Cloud asked as Zack let him into the apartment, Reno's to be exact. The red head had told them that it was perfectly okay if they wanted to crash there until he got home.
"We're gonna be taking down some terrorists once the Turks tell us where to go," Zack told him. "The other three are in the spare bed room and relaxing. I take it Cid is the one who told you and drove you here?"
Cloud nodded. "Let's not make a habit out of this, okay?"
"Out of what?" Zack asked, puzzled as Cloud took off his goggles and tossed them on the counter.
"Out of helping ShinRa and WRO at their beck and call," Cloud said tiredly.
"Oh. Why does it bug you so much?" Zack asked, moving forward and tenderly wrapping his arms around Zack's waist. "I never really noticed you having a problem."
"I don't mind helping them if my friend or lover is in danger but now it's gotten to the point that every time they have a problem they call on us. I don't want to get trapped like we were in SOLDIER," Cloud mummbled, looking away.
"We aren't. We're just helping. I know you won't let it get to the point where we're helping them walk down the hallway or going to the bathroom or something," Zack said, a chuckle in his voice. "But this is some serious stuff and I know just as much as you do that you don't want Reno in any serious danger."
Cloud nodded, resting his head on Zack's shoulder. "I know."
"Chocobo tuckered out?"
"Fuck off," Cloud mumbled sleepily.
Zack laughed and without a second thought, swept the blond up off his feet and carried him off to the bedroom they would be sharing with their lovers when they returned home. He let Cloud drop onto the bed before moving towards the large walk in closet, pulling out several things before tossing them into the connected bathroom and then standing in the door way.
"Come on Cloud. You're dirty from riding that motorbike of yours all over the place."
"So clean me up," Cloud grumbled.
"That's exactly what I intend to do but you have to walk over here."
Cloud smirked, hauled himself to his feet, and walked into the bathroom.
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"So what is the plan then?" Rufus asked.
Tseng sat before him at the end of a long and rather tiring day. "We won't be using anyone as bait, that's for sure. We'll just be on our guard and wait for her to strike. Elena talked to Yuffie earlier today and Yuffie has assured us that though the woman may be of Wutaian blood, she is in no way affiliated with their government."
"That's good to know," Rufus muttered. "Another war with Wutai is not something I want, especially when it's unprovoked."
"And especially when you only have four Turks," Tseng said with a smirk. "Reno and I are going home for tonight so only Elena and Rude will be watching over the two of you tonight. You should be safe because I highly doubt they would attack us here, especially since Reeve has the WRO covering every floor."
"I'm assuming you called Zack and the others in?" Rufus questioned.
"Yes, I did. Tifa and Cid might be joining us as well. I talked to Zack at lunch and he said they had expressed their desire to help. Yuffie has also said that if we need help, we can call on them. She doesn't like that someone is representing her country so terribly," Tseng informed him. "If that is all, I would like to be on my way."
Rufus nodded. "You can go. I'm just happy we aren't using anyone as live bait anymore."
Tseng sighed. "It would not be effective the second time. We'll just continue going about our business like normal I suppose. Though obviously you and Reeve will not be returning to your home for awhile."
"I think we'll live. It isn't as though the lodgings here are unpleasant," Rufus said.
"Yes, but they aren't home," Tseng said, understanding in his voice though Rufus wasn't asking for it.
"I'm trying not to complain about everything and you are making it rather difficult for me, Tseng," Rufus told him impatiently, crooking an eyebrow.
Tseng chuckled. "I'll have my phone on at all times if you need me, sir."
"Just get out of here."
"Yes, sir."
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Rufus sighed as he opened the door to the room he shared with Reeve, feeling exhausted after taking on all of the paperwork he had missed and then more. The director was already there, sitting on the couch, though his eyes were closed despite the low hum of the television. Rufus smiled softly, set his brief case down, and then moved to join his lover, only disturbing him slightly as he draped and arm around his shoulders and kissed his neck.
"Hello Rufus," Reeve mumbled sleepily. "Sorry I don't have dinner around."
"Don't worry about it," Rufus replied, just as softly. "We'll order take out or something." He nibbled the soft neck and then moved his hand to Reeve's cheek, turning his face so he could kiss his lips, enjoying the gentle contact for several moments before standing. "I'll go call."
"Thank you, love. I guess I'm just a little worn out from everything that happened today," Reeve muttered, turning off the television and yawning.
"It's no problem, really," Rufus said, grabbing the phone.
Reeve stood and wrapped his arm around Rufus's waist as he ordered, resting his chin on Rufus's shoulder as he did so, trying to shake the sleep that clouded his mind away. Once he was done, Rufus hung up and twisted in his arms, kissing him once more briefly before pulling away, undoing his tie as he did so.
"I'm going to take a shower. Maybe it'll help wake me up," Rufus said, yawning once. "Maybe you should join me, it'll wake me up even faster. I think you need to get some energy back into you, too."
Reeve gave him a half hearted glare but Rufus just smirked, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him towards the bathroom.