Author's Note: In which I remind you that this is rated M, and you probably shouldn't be reading this if you're not of proper age... to be reading... Mature-rated fiction...


Chapter 7: Like Old Times

The three Turks spent another half-hour in the bar until Tseng received a call from Rude informing him that Rufus was ready to leave. The trio promptly chugged what was remaining of their drinks and left soon after that.

It wasn't a long walk back to the ship, but the silence hanging above them wasn't doing much to lighten Reno's mood. It was Tseng's idea that they go have a couple of drinks, and sure, it was probably to help get his mind off how he royally fucked up earlier. The alcohol was working for a while, but he was definitely going to need more than two drinks to make him forget that once he entered that ship, he was probably getting fired.

Reno looked forward between his two colleagues in front of him. Tseng was walking as rigid as ever, and Reno could see Elena biting her bottom lip nervously. In a way, it was comforting to know that they were worried about his fate. Maybe he should start being nicer to the rookie... and if Tseng could somehow get him out of the shithole he was in, he'd take him out to get piss drunk.

Rude was waiting for them by the ramp that led up to the ship. He nodded to the three Turks once they were in front of him and stepped aside.

"Any news?" Tseng asked. "Has the ship been thoroughly checked? Has the next destination been announced?"

Of course Tseng knew where they were headed. Reno rolled his eyes. The redundant questions were his way of subtly asking if Rufus was still angry. Still, Reno perked up to hear his partner's answers.

"The President is still heading to Costa del Sol, where he'll be transferred to a helicopter and taken back to Midgar, with the four of us accompanying him," Rude replied in a formal fashion. Instantly, Elena let out a relieved sigh. She clutched at her chest and pulled Reno in for a hug. The redhead scowled, but was a little elated to hear he wasn't getting fired today.

"However," Rude continued, and the redhead could feel his heart sinking. A 'however' was never good. Why was there a 'however' now?

"The boss wants a word with Reno."

"Aw, ya can't be fuckin' serious, man," Reno groaned. Elena released him from her arms and frowned.

"'Tell Reno I need him. Now.' Exact words." The bald Turk peered down so his dark eyes were visible. "Sorry, partner. You're not off the hook yet."

"Don't tell me you weren't expecting it, Reno," Tseng interjected, with Elena furiously nodding her head. The head Turk began walking up the ramp. "Be thankful you'll only receive a salted lecture, and won't have to go searching for a new job."

The redhead wasn't in the mood to retort, so he said nothing. The man had a point anyway. So instead, he watched Elena and Tseng walk up the ramp first and followed after Rude. "So how was it, partner? He in a good mood?"

Although the man's back was facing the redhead, Reno still saw him shake his head. This elicited a groan. "I'm fucked, man."


"Come in," Reno heard the young President say from the other side of the door. The sound of the man's voice was enough to tense his body. He wasn't in the mood at all for whatever the hell Rufus had in store for him. Actually, he really had no clue what Rufus was going to do or say, and while Reno could appreciate a little unpredictability in life at times, this particular scenario wasn't exactly his cup of beer.

Suppressing a sigh, Reno turned the knob and let himself in. A quick scan of the room showed they were alone. Of course they were. Why he'd hoped Rufus would keep a SOLDIER or two at bay was unknown to him, but hey. Dreamers can dream. "Ya wanted to see me?" he asked, and was a little proud of the casual tone in his question.

"Lock the door," Rufus said, his back towards the Turk.

The statement immediately sent blood straight to Reno's dick.

He kicked the door closed with his foot and did exactly what the man said. His heart was beating fast now, anticipating whatever Rufus was going to want to do-

Whoa.

Shit.

He hadn't experienced this in a while. Of course they fucked not too long ago - Reno wasn't going to forget that any time soon - but actually doing anything while they were both on the job and on duty... while employees and employers were walking around the cargo ship... Well, it had been a long time, and just hearing those three words from Rufus's mouth again was enough to involuntarily bring Reno's hand down to adjust the tent in his trousers.

Calm down, he thought. It wouldn't do anyone any good if Rufus saw him eager for whatever he was planning. The Turk's eyes focused on the man's back then. Rufus was staring out the room's large window. It was actually a pretty decent sight. Reno looked around the room again, appreciating the decorated bar and loveseat on one side of the room. The ship they were boarding was merely for cargo, but leave it to Rufus to turn a standard cargo boat to his own liking.

Back to the situation at hand. He thought it best to drop the formalities - it's never worked for them, anyway. "Rufus," he started, taking a heavy step forward as the boat lurched. "I, uh... The cigs -"

"It's fine," Rufus said and turned his head. "It's fine. Come over here." The blond took a step aside as a gesture for the redhead to stand next to him.

The Turk approached his boss slowly. Had this been several months before - a year before - his strategy on advancing towards the blond would be very different. Instead, he found himself dawdling, unsure of what to say to start their conversation. It wasn't often they were left alone these days.

Rufus was still looking out that window, eyes eerily focused on the glass. Even when Reno was finally standing next to him, he didn't flinch. He just turned his head a few inches and cast a sidelong glance at his employee. "Well?"

Well, that was just it. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? The Turk unconsciously brought his right arm behind him to scratch his back. "Well, shit."

Maybe this was what they needed, actually. The abrupt end to their relationship was an elephant in the room. As awkward as this proceeding conversation would be, it was essential in order for them to move on. "Look, Rufus, ya gotta understa-"

"On your knees," Rufus interrupted. His face was empty of any obvious emotion. He only held his classic neutral expression - the one that got on Reno's nerves to this unholy fucking extent...

And yet, still, he asked: "What?"

The President turned his body this time, and Reno saw the blond steal a glance at the bulge in his pants. "Your knees," he repeated, and then Rufus reached down to palm his own growing erection.

The only thing Reno could hear at this point was his clamoring heart and the blood in his head. In fact, his entire body was thrumming with the reawakened need for the man in front of him. Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of his boss, moving the man's hand to replace it with his own. "Yeah, boss?" he replied at last, licking his lips. They had gotten dry in a matter of seconds. "What do you want me to use? My hands?" His fingers attempted curling around the bulge he was now rubbing his hand against, looking up and seeking a reaction from the blond.

Rufus's expression was still somewhat guarded, though his eyes were giving it away. They seemed clouded now. The blond backed up to brace himself against the window and bent his knees slightly. "No," he said, and it was an octave lower than his usual tone. "Tongue."

A wicked grin crept onto Reno's face. "Yeah? Tongue?" Gaia, was he trembling? It felt like he was. His hands shook as he unzipped the white trousers. Reno then gently shoved the pants and boxers downward, with no protest from the blond, until they were at mid-thigh.

He looked up once more, as he always did when he was in this position. Rufus raised an eyebrow, as he always did when he was waiting for that first touch. Eventually, the blond would grow impatient and grab Reno's head with one hand, urging him on. And then Reno would get to work. It always worked out that way. But now. Now. Now, Reno was taking his time, appreciating the sight that was level with him. Rufus's cock was beautiful, pink, and already erect and glistening with the man's arousal. Gaia, the fucking scent of him was enough to send Reno over the edge. He could unzip his own pants and start jerking himself then and there, to the sight of the man's cock waiting to be tended to.

He chose not to do that, but instead released a low moan, indicating his approval.

"Very impolite to stare," Rufus murmured. "Are you finished now?"

"Not yet," the other man answered. He placed his hands against the blond's thighs, gripping them roughly and embedding his fingerprints in the skin. Slowly, he began to massage them, moving his fingers in circles but still refusing to touch the erection in front of him. As expected, Rufus grabbed the top of Reno's head, clutching at the short strands of red. He shifted closer until his cock was centimeters away from the Turk's face.

"Reno," he said through gritted teeth. He didn't beg, but the tone was enough to imply it.

"Say it like that again, yeah?" The redhead teased, but opened his mouth anyway. Reno leaned in and closed his lips around the head of the cock while his right hand wrapped around the shaft. He hummed in approval, closing his eyes and relishing the musky taste of his former lover. Fuck, it was too long since he had that cock in his mouth. Why had it been so long? What the fuck was he thinking? He slowly moved his tongue around the tip, moaning again at the taste. Fuck.

He heard a sharp intake of breath, and felt the hand on his scalp tighten its hold. Rufus loosened his stance, and brought more of his weight against the window.

Reno slid the head out of his mouth and began pumping his hand slowly, starting a steady, agonizing pace. He leaned in again to lick the underside of the man's cock, from the bottom up. He inserted the head in his mouth again and sucked eagerly. Another hum was heard, but it didn't come from him this time. He popped the cock out of his mouth and smirked. "What was that?"

Rufus said nothing. Instead he exhaled and tightly closed his eyes. "Look so good," Reno commented huskily, sliding the cock in and out of his mouth with every statement. "Fuckin' missed this cock of yers in my mouth… Bet yer hand was getting tired, yeah? Fuck, you taste so good... Don't hold back."

He sucked hard, slurping and tasting Rufus's salty pre-cum with each swirl of his tongue. His other hand reached for the blond's sac, massaging and cupping his balls for added sensation. Meanwhile he kept jerking Rufus's cock, quickening the pace by only a margin. The blond's dick was wet with saliva now, shining under the sunlight coming in from the window. Reno looked up and saw Rufus's face slightly contorted in pleasure. His mouth was open, but his eyes were still closed. But he was getting there.

"How do you like it, baby?" Reno slurped around the man's cock, trailing his tongue on the vein that ran along the side.

There was a moment's hesitation before Rufus answered. "Could be better," he gasped, and then added, "You've gotten rusty."

The Turk stopped his movements altogether, only slightly offended at the statements. Rufus was talking shit like he always did. But if he wanted more, he'd get more. "Is that so?" He sucked the man's dick for a few seconds, and then, took in more of his length in his mouth. There was a small cry that came from the blond. Bingo.

More and more, as much as he could, inside his mouth. His jaw was irritating now, but he knew a mouthful of dick was what got Rufus off. His gaze flickered up and sure enough, Rufus's eyes were open, brimming and half-lidded. Reno was focused on the sight, the man's mouth still hanging open. "Reno..."

The Turk's eyes began to water, so he pulled back and released. Strings of his saliva were still attached to the other man's penis, and he was pretty sure he looked a mess. "Like that, Rufus? Fuck, baby..." The added quantity of saliva was proving to be a good lube substitution, so he started pumping faster. "Like seein' me choking on yer dick? That it?"

That statement alone was the breaking point. Suddenly Rufus's attitude changed. He moaned loudly and threw his head back, hitting the glass behind him. With his hand still on Reno's head, he pulled the Turk forward and thrust his cock inside the man's open mouth. Reno just grinned and took in what he could, until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. Rufus groaned again, thrusting steadily, in and out of his Turk's mouth.

Reno meanwhile kept pumping, harder and faster. He eventually dropped one of his hands to finally unzip himself. His own dick was crying for attention, and while he loved sucking Rufus off, he was going to have to start jerking himself lest he lose his mind. Rufus's cock was shoved in and out of his mouth, and Reno simply took it, his lips quickly turning bruised and red with each thrust. He gagged once or twice, but it was nothing he wasn't used to.

He knew Rufus was getting close. His thrusts were getting slightly erratic and off-tempo. Glancing upward, he saw Rufus gritting his teeth with his eyes closed. He was breathing heavily, and his bangs were clinging to his damp forehead.

Reno pulled away and relaxed his mouth and jaw for a second. "Ready now?"

Rufus nodded curtly and caught his breath. The Turk was about to shove his cock back in his mouth when the blond stopped him with a stern hand and shook his head. "No," he uttered, panting heavily. "Don't swallow. On your face."

This earned the blond a quirked eyebrow, but Reno wasn't about to contest. Once Rufus was done, it was his turn, and he was very sure he would go insane if he didn't pop soon.

"Got it, boss," he answered mockingly, and sped up his hand. His hand slapped back and forth as he pumped. He watched Rufus's expressions, observed how his mouth dropped open yet again. Rufus was almost there. His icy blue eyes were enough to tell him.

"I'm... Almost... Reno... Fuck... Fuck!"

Reno braced himself and perched his head closer. Rufus let out a guttural groan and then backed up a bit, as white globs of cum landed on the Turk's face. Reno closed his eyes and felt a drop on his lip, another on his cheek, and a large spurt of something warm in between his eyes. Rufus cried out again, though he stopped thrusting into Reno's hand. Cum trickled down the man's cock and onto Reno's fingers that were still wrapped around the shaft. After a few seconds, the Turk opened his eyes and grinned.

"Dirty fuckin' bastard," he said, and darted his tongue out to taste the drop on his lip. Rufus sighed and relaxed his legs, slumping downward somewhat. He was still standing and hovering over the Turk.

Before one of them said anything else, there was an eager thumping at the door.

"Mister President, sir!" A voice cried out. "There's an emergency!"

And just like that, it was back to normal. Rufus quickly pulled his pants up, fixed his bangs and wiped his hands on the Turk's suit. "Clean yourself up," he said, and before Reno could determine the gravity of the possible situation, he was alone. Reno sat there, disheveled, dirty, and reeking of sex, his face smeared with the semen of a former lover.

He'd never felt so ashamed.


Author's Note: Writing up the timeline for this story. So far, so good. I might have to tweak a few sentences here and there in the chapters but nothing drastic. I haven't royally fucked up yet. This is shocking. I'd really appreciate a review. I've been struggling this week rereading and writing, thinking, "Wait. Would they say this?" Mostly Rufus. If my Reno is a bit wonky, it's on purpose.