Hurrah for homework free weekends! (-_-) but anyway, minor warnings in this chapter. It's been a little while since the last chapter so you might want to read the last part of the previous chapter in order to know what's going on. But if you have a great memory, then by all means proceed :)
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Rufus was overwhelmed with paralyzing fear as he cowered behind the sofa. His heart was beating rapidly and a nervous sweat had begun to form across his forehead. Never in his life had he been as scared as he was now. Even the unfortunate incident with Tseng was only a close second to the horror and dread he felt now. He heard Sephiroth get up from his chair and start to walk over to where he was presently hiding at. He could feel the reverberation on the floorboards of each footstep Sephiroth took; every step closer made him cringe and silently whimper in dreadful anticipation. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms tightly around himself.
The footsteps were coming closer, and Rufus bit his bottom lip in order to stifle a shriek. He was trembling violently now. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and bit his lip harder, drawing blood. His heartbeat was erratic and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes.
No, he said to himself, don't you dare cry. You're already in deep shit as it is and crying certainly isn't going to make it better.
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and Sephiroth let out a sinister laugh, with an amused undertone. Rufus recoiled at the sound of it; it sent bloodcurdling chills up his spine. Fearfully, he opened his eyes and peered cautiously underneath the couch. A pair of polished black boots were situated a foot away from the couch, and Rufus' eyes widened in horror.
"Come on out, my dear Vice-President." Sephiroth teased, his voice menacing and facetious.
Hell no.
Rufus moved further behind the couch, trying to get as far away from Sephiroth as possible. Blood from his lip dripped on floor and pooled into a small puddle. He licked his lips nervously, and quivered with fear. He heard Sephiroth release a guttural laugh as he took another step closer. Rufus closed his eyes again and tried to pretend he wasn't here; that he wasn't just about to face the most powerful man in the world.
Then, the couch started to move. The screeching it made across the floor was unbearable and escalated his fear. He kept his eyes closed tight as light slowly seeped in from the removal of the couch. Once Sephiroth had moved the couch out of the way, he advanced on Rufus until he was standing right in front of him. Rufus could sense his overpowering presence looming over him like prey. The petrified blond refused to acknowledge Sephiroth, even though he was very much aware that he was there. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself and drew his legs up closer to his body. This can't be happening, he thought. Sephiroth enclosed on him until he was standing right over Rufus' quivering body.
"Get up." The General commanded. Rufus shook at the sound of his harsh, demanding tone and slowly opened his eyes, shrouded in fright. He glanced up at the Great General above him with wide frightened eyes and gulped accordingly. Sephiroth loomed over him with a sinister amused smirk plastered on his handsome face. Green feline-like eyes bore down on him with great intensity and satisfaction. His long silver hair cascaded down over his broad shoulders and downward.
"Get up, now." He said a little more harshly. Rufus gulped again and tried to stand up. He managed to get up a little awkwardly, but didn't move any closer toward Sephiroth. His was shaking all over and had to bite his lip in order to keep his lips from quivering. Sephiroth smirked at him and advanced closer.
"Why don't you have a seat?" Sephiroth said, gesturing his hand toward the couch he had just pushed over.
Rufus shook his head 'no' and backed up against the wall. Sephiroth grinned in amusement and shook his head in disappointment.
"I said, have a seat." Sephiroth said sharply.
Rufus complied and cautiously moved to the couch, his eyes never leaving Sephiroth's form. He sat on the farthest end of the couch closest to the door. Sephiroth walked over to his desk, and pulled out a bottle of whisky and a glass, which was strictly forbidden in the workplace. Whisky and glass in hand, the silver haired man sat down next to Rufus. He was uncomfortably close and Rufus tried to move over, but there was no room. He turned his head despairingly toward the door, the only exit.
Damn it. I need to get the hell out of here!
He looked cautiously over his shoulder at Sephiroth, who was casually pouring himself a glass of whisky. Rufus turned his attention back to the door, trying to desperately formulate a plan.
Okay, If I make a dash for the door he'll most likely catch me before I even get to it, and I don't think he's going to fall for any silly excuse I can conjure up, so what do I do! Alright calm down, just think. What would Tseng do in this sort of situation? Of course if it was Sephiroth that Tseng was going against, he could probably fuck his way out, but that's not what I'm aiming for. Fucking hell, I don't know.
He continued to ponder the possibilities of escape and each one led to failure and disaster. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Sephiroth had finished his first glass of whisky, and was pouring another. He downed it and placed the glass on the table. With an audible sigh, he turned to face Rufus.
"So tell me Rufus, what do you think about my Tseng." He said smugly.
Rufus spoke before thinking, fear somewhat subsiding. "He's not yours, you don't own him." He said heatedly, before covering his mouth in astonishment at what he had said. Sephiroth grinned at this and leaned closer to Rufus, who in return flinched because he thought Sephiroth was going to hit him for his defiant outburst. But he didn't, instead he laughed, a good warm hearty one, which still sounded eerie regardless.
"Oh you're very funny. Who knew that the stuck up, brat son of the President was so comically inclined." He said through a laugh. "But alas you are mistaken, for Tseng is definitely mine."
"No he's not." Rufus was becoming more confident, but he was still wary of the man.
"Again, what a great since of humor you have." He said through an eerie laugh. Rufus was starting to become more agitated than scared. He glared at Sephiroth and clenched his fists.
"You do not own him." Rufus' glare intensified, which seemed to amuse Sephiroth. The great general smiled madly at Rufus and pointed to the wall where he had mercilessly fucked Tseng.
"Oh I think I do, and you know it. You saw firsthand." He winked at Rufus and reached for the whisky bottle and glass.
Fear temporarily gone, Rufus gritted his teeth and held back a snarl that was forming.
How dare that fuckwad speak of Tseng that way! He doesn't own him and he certainly doesn't deserve him. How could he say such a thing! I don't care if he's SOLDIER first class or not, I will not have him speak to me this way. I'm the fucking Vice-President. I pay him, not the other way around.
Rufus' inner bitch was escalating, and his anger rising. For some reason, he felt obligated to somehow restore Tseng's honor. The Turk didn't deserve to have Sephiroth talking about him like he was property. He glared his blazing blue eyes fiercely the man. Sephiroth was sipping casually at his drink, when Rufus rose of the couch infuriated. With clenched fists and through gritted teeth, Rufus stared Sephiroth down with the most threatening look he could muster.
"Tseng does not belong to you, he's not property." He yelled angrily.
Sephiroth snickered at the comment and took another sip of his drink. "Oh really? He's not anyone's property? You sure about that?" he said smugly.
"That's right." Rufus said matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.
"Bullshit." He said placing his glass down.
Rufus was irate. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're a fucking hypocrite." He said sharply, green eyes locked in a heated stare with Rufus' crystal blue ones.
"What?" he said through gritted teeth.
Sephiroth rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Damn, you're so fucking stupid."
Rufus crossed his arms and ran his fingers through his strawberry blond hair. "Tseng's right, you are vague in your speech."
Sephiroth's brows furrowed in confusion and he looked mildly perplexed. Rufus smirked at his expression and for a moment, he felt proud of himself for having provoked him, but then, Sephiroth's expression suddenly changed from one of confusion, to fury. He intensified his gaze on Rufus and gritted his teeth. Rufus took a step back as a precaution and wondered why Sephiroth was getting so angry. Although what he had said was insulting, it wasn't anything to get worked up over. All he had said was…
Then it hit him, and the wave of impeccable fear and doom was suddenly back, full force. He covered his mouth in shock and his eyes widened in panic. Sephiroth didn't get up, but Rufus was already moving backward toward the door. Sephiroth roughly grabbed the bottle of whisky and this time drunk it straight from the bottle, all of it. Once finished, he slammed the bottle down with such force that it shattered. Shards of broken glass went everywhere and reflexively, Rufus shielded his face from the fragments of flying broken glass.
Slowly he opened his eyes and was suddenly face to face with an infuriated Sephiroth. His mako green eyes were glowing fiercely and he roughly grabbed Rufus by his white suit jacket, lifting him up of the ground until they were eye to eye. Rufus felt his heart pounding rapidly and his hands were shaking violently.
"Tell me something Rufus," his face was nothing short of furious. "Did Tseng tell you that I was vague?"
Rufus was too stunned to speak properly and couldn't think coherently. He stared fearfully into Sephiroth's heated eyes and his lips quivered. Impatient for an answer, Sephiroth started to shake him viciously and Rufus snapped out of his trance.
"In what context did Tseng say I was vague?" His voice was rising.
"Ugh." Was all Rufus could manage to get out, and Sephiroth shook him again even harder.
"You stupid little shit! Answer me!" He yelled at him.
Rufus struggled in his grasp, and begun to kick his legs madly, but Sephiroth was having none of that. He lifted Rufus up even higher with one hand and slapped him hard in the face with the other. His cheek was instantly throbbing in pain. He cried out and Sephiroth drew him back down to his level. His expression was a bit calmer, but Rufus knew better than to believe he was letting up.
"Tell me Rufus, what did Tseng say to you?" His tone was also calmer.
Rufus didn't know what to do. If he told Sephiroth, then he would be breaking his promise to Tseng. On the other hand, if he didn't tell Sephiroth something plausible, then he was most likely going to be in a lot of pain. He pondered his possibilities and tried to think of a good possible lie to tell him.
"Alright," he said finally. "I'll tell you what he said. But can you put me down, please?"
Sephiroth surveyed his face for a brief moment before releasing him and letting him fall hard to the floor. He recovered quickly though and shot a heated glare at Sephiroth.
"Thank you." Rufus said sharply, dusting himself off.
Sephiroth softened his expression and pointed to the couch. "Sit." He commanded.
Rufus "pshed", and rolled his eyes. "Do not tell me to sit; I'm not a damn dog."
"Fine then, please have a seat." He said sardonically, motioning for him to sit down. Rufus sat in the same spot he had been earlier and crossed his legs. His cheek was still hurting, and he touched it softly. It stung to the touch and he made a hissing noise. He looked accusingly at Sephiroth who had taken the spot next to him. Sephiroth just shrugged, and leaned unbearably close to Rufus.
"Speak." He said harshly.
"Once again, I'm not a fucking animal so don't order me around like I'm one. Understood?" He said firmly.
Sephiroth rolled his eyes and sighed. "Man you're a bitch. "He said annoyed.
"Tell me something I don't know." Rufus said sarcastically. Sephiroth shrugged his shoulders and motioned for Rufus to begin.
"Well…you see the thing is, yesterday, Tseng came into work late and all messed up, so all I did was ask what had happened to him, and he told me."
"What did he tell you?"
"He just said that he got into a fight with you. That's all."
Sephiroth pondered this for a minute, but then shook his head disappointedly. "You're lying. That's not all he said."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not, and I don't appreciate being lied to." His expression was serious.
"But I am telling the truth." At least half of it, Rufus thought.
"Okay then, if you're telling me the whole truth, then how did you know about the details of our conversation?"
Fuck, I'm screwed.
"Oh, well he did tell me some minor details of your conversation." He said quickly.
Sephiroth looked at him skeptically, but then shrugged his shoulders. Rufus could tell Sephiroth knew that he wasn't telling him the whole truth, but he accepted it anyway.
"Very well then. I suppose now you know about the true nature of my relationship with Tseng." He said with a sly grin on his face. Rufus wanted to say he had already known, but he kept it to himself.
"Tell me something Sephiroth, how long have you and Tseng, um…been together?" For some reason he had felt he had to ask.
Sephiroth grinned at this and moved closer to Rufus. Rufus shifted uncomfortably, but didn't move away.
"Well, I met him when he was about 16, befriended him when he was 17, and started fucking him when he was 20." His grinned widened at the last part.
"Oh." Rufus said quickly, turning his head in the other direction to hide his distraught expression.
Holy shit, Tseng and Sephiroth have known each other for all that time. That's like almost six years of advancement Sephiroth has on me. Damn it. No wonder it's hard for Tseng to leave him. But still, for such a smart guy, why couldn't Tseng see through Sephiroth's façade. Maybe at one point they might have been sincere friends, but not anymore. Obviously Sephiroth values Tseng as a close friend, but he also sees him as property; for his hands only. Tseng said that they weren't dating, but had a mutual agreement about sex; so why does Tseng let Sephiroth treat him like that?
Distress and frustration were written all over his face, but Sephiroth didn't need to see his face in order to know what he was feeling, he could sense it. Suddenly, Sephiroth began to laugh, a deep sinister mocking laugh that made Rufus turn to him and give him a confused look. When Sephiroth saw his face, he began to laugh even louder and more fervently. Rufus scratched his head in confusion.
"What the hell is so funny?" The confused blond asked. Sephiroth stopped laughing and took a deep breath before facing Rufus again; his full pink lips curled into an ominous smile.
"I'm laughing at you, my dear Vice-President."
"Why?" He gave himself a onceover and didn't find anything on him that could have made him laugh like that. He touched his sore cheek, it was a little red and swollen, but did he really look that funny? Incredibly vain and concerned with his appearance, he reached into his jacket and took out his pocket mirror. Everything besides his red cheek was normal and beautiful. He ran his fingers through his hair to smooth it out. Finally deeming himself appropriate, he closed his pocket mirror and almost screamed when he had saw that Sephiroth was only a few inches away from his face. Rufus had been so preoccupied with himself that he hadn't even noticed Sephiroth had enclosed on him.
Sephiroth had that creepy grin plastered across his face and his eyes were glowing brightly. Rufus gulped and looked confusingly at Sephiroth.
"What the fuck do you want?" he said nervously. Sephiroth's sinister grin broadened.
"You like Tseng, don't you?" He said through a smirk.
Rufus was stunned and didn't know what to say. His mind raced for possible responses and he came up with nothing; except lie.
"Um, no…" Not very convincing.
Sephiroth snickered a little and moved closer to Rufus' face, so that their noses were almost touching. Rufus sweat dropped and tried to move his head back, but Sephiroth followed his movements and went in closer.
"Yes, you do like him. It's written all over your face."
Not point in lying now. "What the fuck is it to you?" he said sharply.
"Oh nothing really, it's just that I happen to be dating the man you desire."He said jokily.
But Rufus was ready for his retort. "Well according to Tseng, you two aren't dating. You're more like fuck-buddies. Nothing more, and never will be" He inwardly smiled for his sharp-witted comment, but it quickly diminished as Sephiroth's grin didn't falter.
Surely that should have made him upset. Something's not right.
"Well Rufus, you got me on that one, but you're still missing the major point."
"Which is?"
"Well, the fact of the matter is, I'm fucking him, and you're not."
Rufus gritted his teeth and glared menacingly at Sephiroth. "Not for long." He said before thinking.
The silver haired General's face went completely serious in an instant. Instinctively, Rufus bounded off the couch in order to get away from him, but the great General was entirely too quick. He grabbed Rufus' neck, and started squeezing forcefully. His green eyes glowed and narrowed menacingly; teeth clenched tight. Rufus grabbed at his hands, trying to release his neck from his tight grasp, but to no avail.
"Now listen here Rufus, I'm giving you fair warning about Tseng. Do. Not. Touch. Him. Do I make myself clear?" he said harshly through gritted teeth.
He constricted his grip around Rufus' neck so tightly, that he couldn't even gasp. Sephiroth released some of the pressure and Rufus nodded his head rapidly in response. Sephiroth released him from his hold and let him drop to the floor. Rufus started coughing and took deep breaths while massaging his neck. Sephiroth plopped back on the couch and smirked at Rufus on the floor. The Silver haired General relaxed, and stretched his long legs out on the sofa.
"Besides, no one can pleasure Tseng like I can, seeing as how I'm so largely endowed, so don't feel too bad." He teased. "But since you'll never be able to experience him, I'll be nice and tell you how he is."
Rufus glared at him as he slowly and awkwardly stood up. "I don't want to hear it." He said shrilly. Sephiroth was really pushing it.
"He tastes like no other, sweet and tangy." He licked his lips in remembrance. "Mmm, I can still taste him on my lips."
"I'm not listening to you." He said crossing his arms. But in all actuality, he couldn't help but listen, as much as he didn't want to.
"Oh, and no matter how hard I fuck him, he's always so unbearably hot and tight, guaranteed."
"I said I don't want to hear this."He said again angrily.
"And he's a great cocksucker. It's really one of his hidden talents. He can take me fully in his mouth, and I can fuck his mouth as hard as I want. He just takes it."
"I'm serious Sephiroth, Shut up. You've crossed the line with that last one." Rufus said fuming.
"And he moans like a bitch in heat, so deliciously loud and needy." He touched his lips as a sly smile crept its way across his face. "Gives me pleasure just thinking about it, but of course you've heard it just now."
"Shut the fuck up!" Rufus yelled at him.
"Oh, and he's a great kisser. His tongue is so long and smooth, he can really get into those hard to reach areas." He laughed cynically.
Rufus refused to respond to him anymore and headed for the door. He didn't have to deal with this, and he couldn't deal with it. Sephiroth knew he liked Tseng and was now mocking him because he thought he had threatened Rufus to the point of him relinquishing his chase for the Turk. But Rufus would not give up that easy. As his fingers touched the doorknob, Sephiroth spoke again.
"And his lips are so soft and lush. So sweet and delicious, such an exotic flavor he has."
Rufus couldn't take his gloating any longer and finally spoke out in his anger. "Yeah, I know." As soon as he'd said it he regretted. And his eyes widened in horror.
Why the fuck did I say that?
Sensing danger, Rufus grabbed at the doorknob and franticly tried to open the door, but Sephiroth had come up from behind him and in an enraged fury, he grabbed Rufus's arms. Rufus tried desperately to pull away from Sephiroth's firm hold but he couldn't break free. The general roughly turned Rufus around to face him and he slammed the blond against the door. Rufus stopped breathing as his back hit the door so hard he felt the wind knocked out of him.
Sephiroth then lifted him off the wall and tossed him violently to the side. He landed harshly on the floor; his head colliding with the solid dexterity of the ground. Dark spots danced before his eyes as the pain from the impact throbbed on the side of his head. He lay there on the ground, moaning in agonizing pain. His back was starting to throb from the harsh impact with the door. Although he couldn't see Sephiroth, he could make out his footsteps coming closer to him. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his back prevented him from doing so.
The silver haired general walked menacingly closer to Rufus' inert form. The pain in Rufus' back and head intensified with every dreadful step he took. Once Sephiroth reached his body, he peered over him with an infuriated look on his face; green eyes glowing brightly and threateningly. Rufus closed his eyes as Sephiroth kneeled down next to him. He made a pathetic attempt to try and sit up again, but Sephiroth placed his gloved hand on his chest, pushing him firmly back down.
Rufus was shaking all over in fear of him and his quivering made his back and head hurt worse. The General grabbed at Rufus' jacket and pulled him up until his head was only a few inches from his face. Rufus' hissed at the painful movement and open his eyes. Sephiroth surveyed the blond man's face for a moment before roughly slamming him back down on the ground. Rufus cried out in excruciating pain and tears welled up in his eyes. Sephiroth smiled at this and pulled him back up again.
"So you touched him?" His tone was cynical, but very threatening.
Rufus could barely comprehend what he was saying; his head was throbbing painfully and aggressively. His vision was blurring and he could feel his consciousness slipping away, but Sephiroth shook him violently in order to keep him awake. Rufus looked at Sephiroth through half lidded eyes and shook his head 'no'. The silver haired general wasn't pleased in the least. He shook his head disappointedly and stood up over Rufus.
"What did you do to him?" He said agitated.
Rufus took a deep breath before answering. "Nothing."
Sephiroth shook his head again and placed his boot firmly on Rufus' chest, adding little pressure. Rufus struggled under the pressure of his boot and peered up fearfully at him. Sephiroth had a devious look on his face, his lips curled into a sick grin.
"Now listen clearly, I'm going to crush your ribs if you don't answer me truthfully. Understand?" He said derisively.
Fearfully, Rufus gave a slight painful nod. There was nothing more he could do. It was either tell the truth or get his ribs crushed. Sephiroth added more pressure on his chest and Rufus howled in pain.
"Please stop!" He yelled.
"Tell me the truth." He applied more pressure onto his chest.
"Okay, but please release me!" the pain was becoming unbearable.
"Tell me, now."
"But."
"Now!" he yelled down at him.
"We just kissed, that was it! I promise!"
With that being said, Sephiroth moved his boot off of his chest. Rufus took a deep breath and started coughing again. His chest felt like it was on fire, even though Sephiroth had removed the imposing pressure on his chest. His vision was a little blurry, but he could still make out Sephiroth dark figure.
"So you just kissed, that's all?" He said from across the room in a more somber tone.
"Yes, that's all."
Sephiroth kneeled down to his level and looked him straight in the eye. "Let me reiterate this to you again, do not touch him ever again. Ever! Because if you so much as lay a hand on him, I 'll …"
He was cut off by a harsh knock at the door that surprised both him and Rufus. Sephiroth walked quickly over to the door and pressed his ear against it. Rufus painfully turned his head in the direction of the door, and silently hoped for the best.
"Who the fuck is it." Sephiroth said sharply.
"It's me, Tseng." The sound of his voice immediately comforted Rufus and he sighed in relief. Sephiroth snarled and silently swore. He glanced back over his shoulder at Rufus, who was still lying helpless on the floor.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
"Why?"
"Look, I don't have time for games Sephiroth, let me in this instant." His tone was severe and demanding.
Sephiroth scowled and looked back over his shoulder. "Shit." he swore. Although Rufus' head was throbbing, he could still sort of think clearly. He knew that there was no way Sephiroth could hide him in time without Tseng becoming suspicious. Reluctantly, Sephiroth cracked the door open, and Rufus' could see Tseng's polished shoes and crisp dark suit in the crack of the doorway. He wanted to call out to him, but he didn't know how Sephiroth would have reacted, so he kept quiet.
"I know Rufus is in there." Tseng said heatedly.
"And how do you know this, sweetheart?" He said playfully. But Tseng was in no mood.
"Move Sephiroth."
Sephiroth grinned at him in the doorway. "You know, you really turn me on when you're upset like this."
Tseng rolled his eyes and pressed his hand against the door, trying to force it open, but it didn't budge. He tried it again, but the general was just too strong. Rufus could see him struggling with the door as Sephiroth held it firm. With all the willpower and strength he could muster, he made another attempt to sit up. The pain in his back and chest was still there, but had been somewhat reduced. The aching in his head though was another story. The pain intensified as he sat up, but he persevered through it and managed to sit up. He grabbed at his head and winced at the soreness of it. Slowly, he turned to the doorway and could make out Tseng's form through his bloodshot eyes.
"I'm serious Sephiroth, move out of the way or I will shoot you." He commanded angrily.
"You shoot me again and I'll fuck that gun so far up your sexy little ass that you'll be shitting bullets." He said jokily, but with a serious undertone.
Tseng released the door and back up a little. "Please Sephiroth." He said softly.
The general sighed. "Alright," he said reluctantly, "come in."
He opened the door and Tseng darted in, racing urgently toward Rufus. He kneeled down next to him and quickly began examining him for any injuries. He had rather large visible bruise on the side of his head and his cheek was still a little flushed from where Sephiroth had hit him. Tseng gently touched his bruised head and Rufus flinched. The dark Turk looked back vindictively at the General, who just shrugged his shoulders in response.
Very carefully, Tseng helped Rufus to his feet. He hissed at the exertion and stood up with some difficulty. Leaning dependently on Tseng, he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and Tseng put an arm around his waist to help him balance. As they passed Sephiroth, Tseng shot Sephiroth an irate glare. The general grinned at him and blew him a playful kiss. Tseng scowled in annoyance, but then turned his attention back to Rufus.
When they had fully exited the room, the door was slammed shut behind them. They continued on down the hall, getting curious and confused looks from those they passed. Unbeknown to Tseng, Rufus was secretly enjoying being so close to him. He smelled good, better than he remembered. His scent was intoxicating and he laid his head down on Tseng's shoulder, his lips only a few inches from his long elegant neck. He resisted the urge to lick it and tried to focus on the task at hand.
Tseng had led him back to his office, where a medic was waiting for him. He placed him down gently on the white leather sofa. Rufus lay down on the couch, and with some effort, he stretched out his sore limbs. The medic, a shy blonde woman, began to immediately tend to his head wound. She bandaged his head and applied a soothing cream to his abused cheek. Tseng stood over him watching intently, then his expression changed as he looked closely at Rufus; brows furrowed in concern.
He reached down and gently rested his hand on Rufus' chest. Rufus didn't mind the action in the least, but was greatly perplexed by it, that is, until he saw what Tseng was staring at. A large footprint was pressed on his suit jacket. Tseng ran his fingers gently over the mark and Rufus peered up at him. His long dark hair draped over his shoulders and spilled onto Rufus body. He wanted to run his fingers through it but settled for smelling it instead. He smelled divinely of lavender and spice, and some unknown scent that Rufus had yet to decipher.
Suddenly, Tseng added pressure on the spot and Rufus hissed at the unexpected pain. The Turk shook his head in disappointment and turned to the medic, who was putting away her supplies.
"Leave that here." Tseng commanded at her. She gave him a confused look, but placed it down regardless. Tseng signaled her dismissal and she bowed respectfully before leaving. Rufus was greatly confused by his actions and voiced his concern.
"What did you tell her to leave? My back and chest hurt like hell." He said frustrated.
Tseng ignored his complaints and instead opened the case of medical supplies. He pulled out a roll of bandages and took out a bottle of ointment. He placed these things to the side, before he took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves... Rufus stared at him, trying to figure out what he was doing, but was baffled for the moment; until Tseng grabbed the bandages and ointment started to approach him with the objects in hand.
He placed them temporarily to the side and went for Rufus. He gently grabbed his shoulders and carefully pulled him up into a sitting position. Rufus grunted at the painful movement and his head felt dizzy as well. Tseng then sat on the couch behind him and Rufus glanced over his shoulder at Tseng. He had his head down and was thinking intently about something. He sat like that for a few moments and Rufus was becoming increasingly concerned.
What the fuck is he doing back there?
"Um, Tseng? Are you going to…?" He was promptly silenced as Tseng wrapped his arms around him from behind. Rufus was shocked at the action and tensed involuntarily. He found it hard to believe that the same man, who had rejected him last night, was now holding him. Tseng didn't release him, even though he had felt Rufus tense up. Instead, he moved his hands up toward Rufus' jacket and reached for the top button. Rufus sweat dropped as Tseng began to unbutton his jacket, his nimble fingers working quickly.
"Rufus," his voice was soft, but somber, "I'm sorry." He had successfully unbuttoned his jacket and was slowly pulling it off. Rufus gulped, and nervously responded.
"F-for what?" he said unsteadily.
Tseng pulled his jacket completely off and tossed it haphazardly to the floor. He ran his hands over the expanse of Rufus' chest and Rufus flinched at the soreness it caused. He then went for the top button of his shirt and Rufus' jaw dropped as Tseng began to unbutton his shirt with one hand, and gently massaged his chest with the other. It hurt, but it felt good as well.
"For letting you fall into the hands of Sephiroth. For not being there to protect you." His tone was genuinely remorseful, and it made Rufus' heart sink.
He had successfully unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off carefully, exposing Rufus' bare chest. He groaned at the sudden freedom and suddenly, the nimble fingers were against his bare chest, massaging his pectorals. Rufus bit his lip in order to stifle a moan. Tseng pressed his thumbs into the sore flesh and Rufus tensed up. He rotated his fingers in small circles on the bruised area and ran his hands up and down the sides of his torso. Rufus quivered underneath his touch and he started to breathe heavily.
The dark brunette massaged his chest for a few minutes before he released his hands from his body. Rufus grunted at the loss of his warmly skilled hands. He peered over his bare pale shoulder to see what had made him withdrawn from his body. Tseng had the bottle of salve in his hands and was pouring a generous amount onto his hands. Then he felt the oiled hands on his back and he gasped as the cool balm touched his warm bare skin. He tenderly kneaded his back and pressed the palms of his hands onto the abused area. Rufus cringed as Tseng worked the muscles in his sore back.
He applied more pressure at the base of his spine and Rufus cried out in exasperated agony. Tseng made a disappointed grumbling noise and pressed the area again even harder.
"Fucking shit!" he cried out at the sharp pain. Tseng continued to work the area, but more gently than he had been doing before. Rufus relaxed into his touch and let him continue. After awhile of massaging the abused area, it became tender and wasn't throbbing so severely anymore. Rufus could feel the pain easing, and after the pain had completely subsided, he continued to let Tseng massage his back. He smiled contently as he reminisced about the first time Tseng had given him a massage those many months ago. He had been as gentle as he had been then and his touch was starting to rouse him as it had done back then too.
Tseng suddenly trailed his index finger up Rufus' spine and he had to clench his teeth together so that he wouldn't moan. He then trailed his slick finger back down again with more pressure. Rufus sighed contently and leaned forward to give Tseng more access. He ran his hands over the pale expanse of his back until he reached his shoulders. Gripping his shoulders lightly, he moved in closer to Rufus' ear; his long dark hair spilled over his shoulders and onto Rufus' bare chest. Rufus trembled at the closeness.
"Rufus', how can I make this up to you." His lips were but a centimeter away from his ear. Rufus quivered as Tseng's hot breath caressed his neck. The dark Turk brought his hand up to Rufus' neck and he ran a delicate finger along it. Unable to contain himself anymore, he released a soft moan as Tseng began massaging small circles into his neck.
"Oh, that feels wonderful." The blond sighed contently. He could feel the tension in his neck release and eventually fade. The dark haired man moved his hand from Rufus' neck down to his chest. His long agile fingers stroked his pectorals and trailed across his upper body. Rufus' breathing increased as he felt himself begin to stir in his loins. Tseng ran his fingers over the reddish-purple bruise that had formed when Sephiroth had stepped on his chest. Tseng pressed his thumbs into the tender area and Rufus recoiled at the sharp pain that followed.
Gingerly kneading the tender area, Tseng leaned closer to Rufus and pulled the blond closer to him until Rufus was comfortably nestled against his chest. The satisfied blond moaned at the contact and relaxed against Tseng's body. He applied more salve onto his hands and resumed his ministrations. Skilled fingers rubbed down the bruised area and trailed down the center of his chest. Rufus groaned at the pain and moaned at the pleasure the pain caused. He closed his eyes and let Tseng knead his chest.
Once Tseng was satisfied with his work, he removed his hands and reached for the bandages. He lifted Rufus off his chest so he could apply them. Carefully, he rose off the couch and situated himself in front of Rufus. He stared into his soft blue eyes before beginning. Rufus nodded, meaning that he could proceed. Starting at the top, he wrapped the bandages carefully around his body. Rufus watched him intently as he worked.
His long dark silken hair hung loosely over his shoulders and his thick dark lashes were angled down over his brown eyes; eyebrows furrowed down in concentration. His full heart-shaped lips were pressed tight together as he worked diligently. Tseng was truly gorgeous, and Rufus felt the sudden urge to touch him. As Tseng continued to wrap the bandages around his torso, Rufus reached his hand out to touch Tseng's hair. It was fine and very soft, and he could run his fingers freely through it without encountering any tangles; it was perfectly straight. He lifted a handful of his hair to his face and whiffed in its intoxicating scent.
He released his hair and let it fall back to its original position. Tseng didn't seem to mind his antics and was nearly done. Rufus stared down at him and licked his lips. Gently, he reached his hand back out to him and rested his hand against his cheek. Tseng didn't even flinch as he caressed his face. His honey golden skin was soft and smooth against his fingers and he slowly guided his index finger down to Tseng's chin, which he rubbed tentatively. Then, in one swift motion, he yanked Tseng's head up to him and he stared directly into his dark eyes.
Rufus had no idea what he was doing and couldn't understand why he had the sudden irrational urge to touch Tseng, even though he had just been threatened by Sephiroth within the same hour. But for some reason, when he was with Tseng, all rationality vanished. Tseng had a look of uncertainty in his eyes and lowered them in order to avoid Rufus' intense gaze. Rufus moved his hands from his chin and placed them gently on either side of the Turks head. He pressed his forehead against Tseng's and closed his eyes
I want him so much. I really, really want him; to touch him, caress him, kiss him, and fuck him. I've never felt like this before. Sephiroth had just threatened to kill me if I even laid a hand on him, and now here I am, head to head with the guy. He's so close, and I can't even touch him. I can't even…touch him. If I can't be with him, then I'll guess I'll have to settle for being near him. No, No! I will not settle for anything less because I shouldn't have to. Sephiroth doesn't deserve Tseng in the least and I will not be held back because of my fear. No. I'm the mother fucking Vice-President, and I'll take what I want!
He roughly lifted Tseng's head up and before the Turk could react, he was already on his lips, deep within his mouth. He kissed him fiercely and passionately, holding his head firmly in place against his lips. He devoured his mouth, forcing his tongue deep into his hot cavern. Their teeth gnashed together violently from the sheer force of how aggressively Rufus was kissing him. When he released his mouth, he let out a silent satisfied moan. Tseng tasted as good as he looked and he wanted more, a lot more.
Tseng was wide eyed and breathless after the kiss, and had to catch his breath. Rufus licked his lips and moaned, the taste of Tseng's lips was still on him and he lapped at them, tasting his sweet unique flavor. He put his hand behind Tseng's head and forced their lips to meet into another searing kiss. Rufus couldn't contain himself, and began to ravage his mouth; forcing his tongue deep into the recesses of his mouth, moaning profusely.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Rufus broke the kiss to come up for some much needed air. Through lust filled eyes, he gazed at Tseng. He had busted the Turk's lip on impact and blood was starting to well up from his tiny cut. He was also gasping for breath as he gazed dreamily at Rufus. Tseng appeared to be dazed by such a forceful kiss and his cheeks burned red. Rufus ran a thumb over his bloody lip and smeared the blood around his soft lips; staining them a deep crimson color.
He hadn't known how Tseng was going to react and he stared into his dazed eyes. He seemed distant. Rufus waved a hand in front of his face, hoping to snap him out of his trance. It didn't work, and he grabbed Tseng by the shoulders and gave him a shake. He shook him a little harder and called out his name which seemed to do the trick. Through half lidded eyes, he stared at Rufus and tilted his head. Rufus raised an eyebrow in confusion. Even though he hadn't known how Tseng was going to react, he definitely wasn't expecting this reaction.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? So far, I'm not so sure.
He moved closer to Tseng and examined his face. His cheeks were beautifully flushed a soft pink and his full lips were swollen from the rough kiss. Rufus resisted the urge to ravage his face again and touched his cheek instead. They were burning and hot to the touch. He withdrew his hand, but before could, Tseng suddenly grabbed it. Rufus was surprised by his action, but not afraid. The dark Turk replaced the hand where it had been, and Rufus stroked the warm cheek in response, hoping to encourage Tseng further into his actions.
He leaned into his touch and rubbed his cheek against Rufus' hand. Then he closed his eyes. Rufus continued to stoke his cheek softly as Tseng furrowed his brows in deep concentration. Rufus grinned at him and shook his head. He grabbed both sides of Tseng's face again and began kissing his lips, softly this time. Rufus knew he had to work fast, because if Tseng did think it over, he might turn him down. He ran his tongue over Tseng's lips and pressed it against the front of his teeth, seeking entrance. Tseng's look of seriousness faded as he slowly started to move his lips against Rufus'.
Rufus slowed his pace, to match Tseng's, but he was quickly growing annoyed with the painfully slow pace, when suddenly, Tseng opened his mouth, allowing entrance. Rufus happily obliged and snaked his tongue into his mouth, but the surprise came when Tseng did the same. The kiss was still slow, but passionate. Rufus' fingers twitched as he fought back the urge to grab Tseng's face and force him closer and deeper into his mouth.
Tseng pulled apart, but didn't linger far from Rufus' lips, and the blond was amazed when Tseng went in for another kiss. Rufus immediately began sucking on his tongue as soon as it entered his mouth. He moaned into the kiss and inwardly smiled when he heard Tseng do the same. Tired of fooling around, Rufus began to quicken the pace and grabbed at Tseng's shoulders, pulling him closer and effectively deepening the kiss. Tseng didn't object and began kissing Rufus deeply as well. He put his hands behind Rufus' head and pulled him closer. They moaned into each other's mouths, and Rufus groaned loudly when he felt Tseng slightly buck against him.
That made Rufus break the passionate embrace, and he took a deep breath. Tseng was doing the same, but his eyes were still intently focused on Rufus. Rufus grinned at him and placed a hand on the dark Turk's chest, firmly pushing him down on the couch. Grinning madly, Rufus crawled over Tseng until he was on hands and knees, directly above him. Tseng lay underneath him, looking up at him with lust filled anticipation. Rufus looked down at Tseng and couldn't help but moan at the gorgeous sight sprawled out under him.
He leaned back in and licked at Tseng's lips first before turning his attention to his long slender neck. He ran his thumb over the long blue vein he had been craving to touch. Tseng tilted his neck back slightly, exposing more of his honey golden skin. Rufus dipped his head into the nook of his neck and traced the blue vein with his tongue; he could feel it pulsating strongly under his ministrations. Tseng's parted his lips as if to make a sound, put nothing came out. Rufus' then trailed warm, sensual wet kisses down his throat and Tseng moaned softly. Finished with the gentle pleasantries, Rufus started to nip at the vein with his teeth. Tseng moaned a little louder, and tightened his grip on Rufus' shoulders. Biting relatively hard, he pulled slightly at the vein and Tseng let out a throaty groan, which Rufus felt the vibrations from under his teeth.
"Oh shit." The man swore underneath him, his voice breathy and desperate. Rufus smiled against his neck at the outburst and gave it a parting kiss as he pulled away. Tseng was quivering underneath with need and Rufus thought that his time had finally come. But as he began unbuttoning Tseng's shirt, there was a loud knock at the door and they both stopped what they were doing. Fearful of being exposed, Tseng suddenly popped up and Rufus fell off him and onto the hard ground.
Rufus was beyond furious, and he began swearing in every language he had known. Tseng quickly tried regained his composure and began buttoning up his shirt. Highly upset, Rufus continued to lie on the ground. He peered up at Tseng, who was adjusting his tie and Rufus grinned madly up at him. Tseng was sporting a pretty obvious hard on; even in dark slacks it was still very visible. Rufus smiled at his handy work and mentally patted himself on the back. Even though they hadn't gone all the way, yet, he was proud of himself for having progressed with Tseng. At least now he knew that the Turk was very much attracted to him, but still, he would have liked to have fucked him now, instead of later.
Whoever interrupted us is in such deep shit. He thought lividly.
Real.
Deep.
Shit.
A/N: Next chapter will be up soon! *I hope*
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