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Gentlemen Prefer Brunettes

There came another harsh knock at the door, and Tseng quickly put on his suit jacket. Rufus was still lying on the floor in distress and disbelief. He had been that close to possibly fucking the sexy dark Turk, and now he would have to wait for another opportunity, which he might not get again; especially with Sephiroth breathing down his neck. The frustrated blond grumbled in irritation and disappointment as he flipped over onto his back. Tseng was now fully dressed, and his dark suit jacket had effectively covered his hard on. He pulled out a hair tie from his pocket and tied his long hair up in a ponytail.

Rufus steadily sat up and ran his fingers through his blond locks, tying to push back the loose strands of hair. He glowered at the door, waiting for the intruder to enter. It would take all of Rufus' restraint and patience to hold him back from lashing out at the person who had interrupted them. Tseng, seemingly under control, walked towards the door and pressed his ear against it. He held the handle to keep it from being opened.

"Who is it?" He said calmly. Rufus was now on his feet, with eyes intently focused on the door.

"It's Reno."Came his sly, smooth voice. But as soon as Rufus heard it, he immediately began fuming. He could only control his temper so much, and it usually subsided when it came to dealing with Reno. He constantly infuriated Rufus with his uninterested attitude and disrespectful behavior. Tseng didn't open the door, but spoke to him from the other side.

"Yes Reno, what is it?" He asked skeptically.

"Yeah… um, the Pres wants to see ya Tseng." He said languidly.

Tseng bit his lip before answering and glanced back at Rufus, who had a questioning look on his face. Ever since Tseng had started working for Rufus, the President had rarely called on him privately. Usually if he had wanted Tseng to do something, or if he wanted him to give commands to the Turks, he would either call or discuss it in the meetings they held. So it was rather unusual for him to request a personal audience with the Turk.

"I see. I'll be there shortly." He said evenly.

Tseng released the door and took a step back. Rufus was staring at him with a questioning look on his face. "What do you think he wants?" He asked the Turk.

Tseng shrugged his shoulders and started to fix his tie. Rufus crossed the room, till he was standing right in front of him. The dark Turk had a pensive look on his face as he continued to fidget with his tie which he had inadvertently, began untying. Rufus grinned at this and took the opportunity to reach for Tseng's tie. He grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his tie. He then began to knot it up for him. It seemed to break Tseng's focus and the Turk turned his attention to Rufus. Tseng grinned at him in thanks and Rufus winked at him congenially. He was just finishing up his Windsor knot, when Tseng suddenly pressed his lips against Rufus' cheek.

Rufus was taken aback by the action, and he stopped tying the knot. Tseng moved his full supple lips against his warm cheek and Rufus shuddered. He planted a soft kiss on Rufus' cheek and smiled against it before moving his mouth upwards toward Rufus' ear. He licked his outer shell first before taking his earlobe into his hot mouth. He nipped at with his tiny incisor teeth, which sent a wave of pleasure through Rufus' body. He let out a soft moan and closed his eyes. Tseng then released his ear from his mouth, but his lips remained close, grazing his ear.

"I'll see you later then, Rufus." His voice was deep, and his soft lips gently brushed against his ear as he spoke; the heat from his breath made Rufus quiver.

Tseng pulled away from him and turned to depart, leaving a stunned Rufus behind. As soon as Tseng had walked out and promptly shut the door behind him, Rufus walked over to his couch and plopped down. He touched the cheek were Tseng's lips had been, and he sighed blissfully.

"Holy fucking shit." He whispered into the silence of the room. It was all he could come up with too sum up all the events that had occurred. He had gone from being fucked over by Sephiroth, to almost being fucked by Tseng. It was like a wild unexpected rollercoaster, full of astonishment and surprises, and Tseng never ceased to amaze him. He certainly hadn't expected Tseng to act as he had, but then again he could never really expect or predict anything of Tseng. The Turk leader was a very complicated individual, and he could hide certain emotions rather well when he wanted to, so you never really knew what he was thinking.

Rufus turned onto his stomach and pressed his face into the soft plush couch. It had been a long day and he was now a little tired, and full of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He was now relatively sure Tseng was interested in him, and there was no doubt in his mind that he still wanted to fuck the Turk senseless, but at what cost? Sephiroth was definitely upset at Rufus for having even touched Tseng, so he could only imagine how he would react if he they had sex. Rufus shook his head at the horrible thought. Sephiroth would rip him to shreds, no questions asked.

He let out a yawn and stretched out his long legs across the couch. It had been a long eventful day and the haughty blond was quite tired. He released a wide yawn and closed his sleepy lids. But before he gave in to sleep, he pressed his long pale fingers against his warm cheek in remembrance. What really had shocked him had been Tseng's forwardness. Although he himself was indeed very presumptuous, it was not a quality he had figured of Tseng, but then again, there was still a lot he didn't know about the enigmatic Turk.

Come to think of it, I really don't know shit about him besides the fact that he's The Head of the Turks Department, he's a vegetarian, he's from Wutai, he's absolutely gorgeous, and he's gay. Other than that, what else do I know about him? Like, where the hell does he live at? Does he even have a home? I mean, he's usually with me so he obviously must not be there a whole lot. I wonder what he does in his free time (Besides fucking Sephiroth that is). What is he interested in? Does he even have interests? Damn, I really don't know that much about him then.

Rufus pondered the thought and flipped over onto his other side. Does it really matter though? I just want to fuck him anyway, why should I care about his damn likes and dislikes. He furrowed his brows as more conflicting contemplations crossed his mind. But then again, Sephiroth does know a lot more about him and has know him since he was a teen, so he does have that advantage over me. Damn it, I guess if I'm going to win this battle over Tseng, then I guess I'm going to have to find out more about him, but how the hell am I supposed to find that shit out! It's not like I can go ask Sephiroth about Tseng's interests and shit.

He sighed in frustration and tried to think of more options of how to pry into deeper into the Turks private life. Rufus slowly began to drift off due to his ponderings, and sleep had almost befallen him until suddenly, the door opened.

Rufus, entirely too tired to sit up and acknowledge the person, stayed where he was, but turned his head in the direction of the intruder. His half lidded sleepy eyes went wide as he set his gaze up on the man, and rage suddenly rose up in him all over again, temporally subsiding his drowsiness. The languid redhead shuffled in, and then slammed the door shut behind him, startling Rufus.

"What the fuck is your problem Reno!" He yelled startled. He could feel fury welling up in him. Reno had been the one to interrupt them, and he was still very upset at him having done it, but he couldn't place all the blame on him. After all, his father had been the one to send the redhead. Still, it did set him back in his progress with Tseng. But besides the redhead stunning looks, he really didn't like much about him, for obvious reasons.

"My bad, were you asleep." He said uninterested as he roughly pushed Rufus' legs to the side and plopped down next to him. Rufus was irate at the action and kicked Reno in the side of his leg. When the redhead didn't react, he kicked him even harder. Not only did Reno not react, he closed his eyes and began to doze off.

"Oh no you don't!" He yelled as he kicked Reno as hard as he could in the ribs, which did achieve the desired effect. Reno reflexively wrapped his arms around his ribs and made a hissing noise through his clenched teeth at the sharp pain.

"What the hell." He exasperated, while grabbing his ribs. Reno shot him an annoyed look and Rufus rolled his eyes.

"You're not going to sleep this time." He said sharply. Every time he was trusted into the lazy Turk's care, the redhead would always go to sleep and nothing but the sound of Tseng's voice or an unexpected presence could wake him from his slumber. He slept like the dead; however, when Rufus had flicked a rubber band at him, Reno had grabbed it like he knew it was all ready coming in advance, which led Rufus to believe that he had very selective, but acute hearing and senses. Tseng spoke highly of his skills in the field, but Rufus was still a little skeptical.

Reno ignored his banter and closed his eyes again, relaxing back into the plush couch. Rufus gritted his teeth at the Turks defiance, and he sat up sharply. He glowered at Reno's sleeping face and clenched his fist. And in an irrational rage, he swung at Reno with his right fist. Reno dodged his fist with a sight tilt of his head without even opening his eyes. Rufus tried again, only to have the same result. Reno opened his brilliant aqua-green colored eyes, and shot Rufus and irritated glare.

"Leave me the fuck alone." He said sharply.

"You cannot speak to me that way, you ingrate!" Rufus fumed. Reno rolled his eyes at him and exhaled in aggravation.

"Whatever." He said plainly, which made Rufus all the more upset. He roughly grabbed Reno's jacket and glared at him straight in the eyes. The redhead was really pushing it, and today was not a good day to test Rufus' patience.

"Listen you little shit, if you disrespect me like that again I'll have your lazy ass demoted. Do I make myself clear?" he said sharply.

Reno stared into his pristine blue eyes, and didn't say a word. His expression was blank and unreadable. Rufus continued to stare fiercely into his eyes, to make sure that Reno got the point that he wasn't joking around. The redhead tore his eyes away from Rufus' cold stare and snickered. Rufus smirked at that. Obviously he had made himself very clear and Reno knew he wasn't bluffing. Even though Rufus wasn't the biggest guy in the world, his cold blue eyes could send shivers down a SOILDER 1st class.

"Good." He said as he released Reno's jacket. With a contented smile on his ample lips, he relaxed again on the couch and stretched out his long legs across Reno's lap, were his feet had been originally. Reno scowled at this, but did not make any attempt to remove his legs. Instead, he closed his eyes and relaxed back into the couch as well. Rufus closed his eyes as well and let the darkness take him.

…

He felt something on his shoulder and he shrugged in an attempt to get it to go away. It did for a second or two, and he relaxed back into his slumber. But then he felt it again, and he grumbled in annoyance, wishing it would go away and leave him be. It didn't, and this time he felt it more adamantly than before. He mumbled profanities under his breath and opened one drowsy eye. His vision was unfocused and he couldn't see what or who was in front of him. He opened his eyes even wider and he could barely make out a face, peering into his own. Once his vision was clear enough, he reluctantly opened his eyes just enough to view the half of the person's face.

Full pink heart-shaped lips came into view and he smiled through his weariness. If anything, he could recognize his lips. He had stared at them long enough to know the shape and outline of his generous mouth. Rufus opened his drowsy eyes and came face to face with the Turk. He was kneeling down to Rufus' level, and a wide grin formed across his lips. Rufus yawned and slowly pulled himself up onto his elbows, still facing him.

"Did you rest well, Rufus?" he said smoothly. Rufus grinned widened.

"Yes, when did you get back Tseng?" he asked sleepily.

"About a few minutes ago."

"Oh, what time is it?" He asked through a yawn. Tseng pulled up his sleeve and peered at his watch.

"It's about six o'clock."

"Six! How long was I out for?" He said surprised. It had been early afternoon when he had fallen asleep, which meant he slept for at least six hours. He moaned in disbelief. Now my sleep schedule is going to be all fucked up. He sat up fully and stretched his limbs out, until he accidentally hit something. He turned and saw that he had popped Reno's forehead. The redhead didn't stir though and, Rufus shrugged his shoulders.

"Are you hungry?" He asked Rufus.

"Um, I don't really know?" He didn't feel hungry now, but he might later on. "Sure, I guess."

"Great, I'm in the mood for spaghetti tonight." He said through his Wutaiian accent. For some peculiar reason, Wutaiian sounded like a mixture of Chinese and French; it made for a very eloquent sounding language.

"Me too, as long as you're not the one cooking it." Rufus said jokily, which provoked a laugh from them both. Tseng stood up and reached his hand out to help Rufus get up, which he gladly took. Reno was still sleeping on the couch, and when Rufus had got up, the redhead fell to the side and curled up into Rufus' previous spot. Tseng shook his head at the scene, but not scornfully. Tseng opened the door for Rufus and after he exited, he followed.

It was freezing cold outside, and Rufus rushed to Tseng's car. "Hurry up and open the door Tseng. I'm fucking freezing." He said while rubbing his hands together to stimulate warmth.

Tseng unlocked the door from a distance and Rufus hurriedly got in, not caring that he had to do it for himself. But it was still very cold in the car and Rufus could see puffs of cold air formulating from his hot breath. He glanced outside the window to see where Tseng was. He was still a little ways away from the vehicle and it didn't look like he was trying to hurry up either. Frustrated from the cold and Tseng's slow pace, he opened the door.

"Oh my god Tseng, hurry up and turn on some damn heat in this car." He yelled out from the side. Tseng quickened his pace a little, but not as fast as Rufus would have liked. When he finally reached the vehicle, Rufus was so frustrated that he locked the door. Tseng unlocked the door with his car button, but as soon as he tried to open the door, Rufus locked it again. Tseng shook his head, and unlocked it again, only to have it locked back. Tseng smiled and peered into the car window, where he could see Rufus, red-faced, angry and shivering in the car.

"Would you please unlock the door Rufus?" He asked with a joking undertone. Rufus shook his head and turned in the other direction, away from Tseng's gaze.

"Okay then, I'll guess you'll just freeze in there, seeing as how I've got the key to start the ignition and turn on the heat."

Rufus scowled and shook his head no. Although he was very cold indeed, his ego wouldn't allow for him to give in so easily. He wanted Tseng to see the true error of his ways, even if they both had to suffer for it. And no matter how cold it was inside the car, it was much colder outside. Tseng tried to unlocked it again, but Rufus was ready with his hand on the inside door lock.

"Rufus I apologize, but its really cold out here. Please unlock the door."

Nope, not good enough.

Tseng moved to the other side of the vehicle where Rufus was situated and peered into the window. Rufus grinned at him and promptly flipped him off. The dark Turk rolled his eyes.

"Rufus, come on now." He said from outside in the cold. Rufus shook his head no playfully and pressed his lips against the cold fermented window, leaving an imprint of his lips. Tseng peered at the lip print, and Rufus winked at him playfully. Tseng sighed in annoyance. Rufus was really going to make him work for it. The haughty blond beamed mischievously from the inside of the car and pointed to the lip print. Tseng ran his cold hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew what Rufus wanted him to do.

Tseng shook his head 'no' and Rufus nodded his head 'yes'. Tseng grumbled in frustration, but complied anyway as he lowered his head down to the print and pressed his lips over Rufus' lip print from the other side. Rufus grinned at this and pressed his lips to the window as well. Even though the window was very cold, they could still feel the heat of each other's lips and breath from either side of the window. Rufus smiled and eventually, so did Tseng. He released his lips from the window and Rufus pulled away as well. Rufus unlocked the door and winked at Tseng from inside.

As Tseng made his way over to the driver's side of the car, Rufus locked it again. Tseng grumbled in playful annoyance, and Rufus laughed at the expression on his face; which was a mixture of amusement and irritation. "Okay, what ridiculous thing do you want me to do now?" He said amusingly, with one fine dark eyebrow raised. Rufus' grin widened at the corners, and it gave him a devilish appearance; his clear blue eyes beamed at Tseng through the window.

"I want you to kiss me when you get inside." He said maliciously. Tseng's expression didn't falter and he didn't seem surprised by Rufus' terms. Rufus had his hand firmly on the locking mechanism as he stared Tseng directly into his bottomless dark eyes. Tseng suddenly smirked at him and nodded his head in acceptance. And with that, Rufus unlocked the door.

Tseng paused for a moment before opening the door and Rufus thought that he might be thinking about going back on his word. He sat anxiously in the vehicle until Tseng finally opened the door. Rufus didn't even have a chance to think before Tseng was upon him. He kissed him full on the mouth and slithered his tongue into Rufus' hot mouth. Rufus grabbed Tseng's suit jacket, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Tseng then gripped onto Rufus shoulders as the kiss became more desperate. Rufus moaned into his mouth and began to suckle on Tseng's long slick muscle. Tseng moaned and pulled Rufus bottom lip into his mouth. He suckled and nipped at the fullness of it with his sharp incisors.

They pulled apart mutually, and relaxed back into their seats, breathing heavily. Through his ragged breaths, Rufus managed a smile. He beamed at Tseng who was smoothing back the loose strands of hair that had fallen free of his hair tie. Tseng shut the door and turned the key into the ignition. His cheeks were almost as red as Rufus' now, but it wasn't from the cold. Rufus licked his lips, savoring Tseng's exotic taste. The car began to move and Rufus closed his eyes and relaxed. Tseng's car rode smooth and silent, and it calmed Rufus.

"Rufus," Tseng suddenly spoke. "There's something I have to tell you."

"What is it?" He said unconcerned. He yawned openmouthed and leaned back in his seat.

"I'll be leaving soon, tomorrow actually." He said straightforwardly.

Rufus didn't comprehend what he had said at first, and gave Tseng a confused look. "Say what?"

"I said I'm leaving for a mission tomorrow, President's orders."

Rufus bolted up when it finally registered the second time he had said it. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped in disbelief. Tseng, leaving him? He turned his head quickly before Tseng could see the look of anguish and hurt on his face. He stared outside the window, his reflection mirrored gloom and disbelief.

"Oh, I see." He tried to keep his tone emotionless, but it was relatively hard. "For how long?"

"I don't know." He said plainly. Rufus bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes again.

Oh no, he's leaving me. This can't be happening.

Tseng had been with him faithfully for about seven long months now, and to part with him would be devastating to Rufus. He felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest. To be away from him and not be able to see his beautiful face every morning, was just an appalling thought. To not be able to kiss the Turk's full supple lips and caress his smooth face seemed wrong and unreasonable.

They turned into the parking lot at Milan's and parked in the reserved V.I.P. space. Tseng unbuckled his seatbelt and made to get out of the car, but Rufus grabbed his arm, effectively halting him.

"Just a minute, if you please." He said, trying to mask his emotions from his face and his tone. Tseng closed the door and turned his attention to Rufus.

"Yes?" he said, staring directly Rufus' blue eyes.

"Just out of curiosity, how long have you been the Turk leader?" Rufus asked. It wasn't that he wasn't confident in the Turks abilities; it's just that he had never seen his, or really any of the Turks skills. He was hoping that Tseng had been in the leading position long enough for Rufus to feel confident in knowing that Tseng was coming back alive. But his hope was deterred as the Turk sighed regretfully.

"Actually, I've only been the leader of the Turks for about year and a half." He responded. Rufus silently sword and he immediately began to worry.

"What happened to the last Turk leader?" He had a pretty good idea, but he had to ask in order to be sure. Tseng turned his head away from Rufus' gaze and bit his lip. Obviously it was a touchy subject, one that Tseng did not wish to revisit. Rufus touched his shoulder gently and Tseng flinched. He looked back over his shoulder at Rufus, who had a look of concern on his face.

"Never mind, let's just go get something to eat. I'm quite famished now." He said trying to disregard the touchy question he asked.

Tseng nodded his head and quickly exited the car. He opened the door for Rufus and the blond reluctantly exited the warmth of the vehicle. They hurried into the building and were showed to a table in the V.I.P. section. A server quickly came over to deliver a bottle of expensive wine to them. He poured them each a glass and then stood with pen and pencil to take their order.

"Two plates of Milan's finest spaghetti." Tseng said, accenting the last word. The server nodded his head and scurried off to the kitchen.

"Hopefully this shit won't take forever to cook." Rufus said. Although Milan's was the best restaurant in town, the food service was a bit slow.

"It shouldn't take too long to make spaghetti." Tseng commented.

"Yeah, that is if you're not the one making it." Rufus grinned at him, and then started to laugh in remembrance of the Turk covered in flour and sauce. Tseng rolled his eyes, but grinned anyway as well.

Soon the server arrived with two hot steamy plates of spaghetti. Rufus twirled his pasta around his fork and lifted it to his lips. The aroma was mouth-watering and he closed his eyes as it entered his mouth. It was absolutely delicious, and Rufus released a contented groan as he swallowed.

"Oh my god, this is so fucking good." He said before taking another bite. Tseng nodded his head in agreement as he took another bite as well. They ate in silence for awhile, both too occupied by their meals to speak. When Rufus was about half done, he noticed Tseng still had most of his food on his plate.

"Not hungry I presume." The blond asked looking at his full plate.

"No, it's just that I like to savor every bite." He said, while lifting the pasta to his lips. Rufus was watching him intently now. Tseng took the pasta into his mouth and began chewing slowly. He licked his lips for any remaining flavor that might not have made it into his mouth. Rufus looked down at his own plate and pushed it to the side. He wasn't really hungry now, and although he still wanted to keep on eating the delicious pasta, he didn't want to risk putting on any more carbs than necessary. He took a sip of his wine and the red liquid burned pleasantly going down. Fully sated, he sighed and relaxed back into his seat with his eyes closed enjoying the afterglow.

Tseng continued to dine at a slow pace and Rufus was starting to grow frustrated with him. He wanted to go home, and have a talk with the Turk before he left. If he wanted get closer to Tseng, then he was definitely going to have to learn more about him. Or at least appear somewhat interested. Plus, it was a good excuse to get the Turk into his apartment. He bared he pristine blue eyes in Tseng's direction. The Turk was sipping languidly at his wine; his lips stained a flushed pink from the crimson liquid. Rufus watched intently as he drew the empty glass away from his full wine stained lips. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the remnants of the wine left on them.

Rufus grinned at this and reached for the bottle of mauve colored liquid. He refilled Tseng's glass and the Turk nodded his head in thanks. He refilled his own glass as well and downed it, and then he presumed to pour himself another. As Tseng finished up his meal, Rufus continued to drink and he had eventually succeeded in drinking half the bottle. Tseng gave him a disapproving look and reached for the bottle in an attempt to pull it away from Rufus. But Rufus popped his hand and he was forced to withdraw.

"I believe you've had just about enough to drink." Tseng said firmly.

Rufus rolled his eyes in defiance and poured another glass. He beamed as the delicious liquid enveloped his taste buds and flowed down his throat. When he wasn't looking, Tseng snatched the bottle from his grasp and placed it away from him. Rufus tried to grab it back, but Tseng moved it further away across the table. Rufus growled in annoyance and stood up a little trying to reach for the bottle. But Tseng was quick, and snatched up the wine before he could even get near it. The Turk held it firmly in his hand and shot Rufus a scolding look. The infuriated blond slammed his fist on the table and glared at Tseng.

"Give that back!" he yelled, a little dazed.

"No, you've already had more than enough. It's not the weekend; you have to able to function for work tomorrow."

"The only thing I have be able to 'function' for is fucking your sexy ass." He slurred.

Tseng rolled his eyes. "This is precisely why you shouldn't drink so much." He said sternly. He called for the waiter to take away their dishes and bring them dessert. Rufus normally got the same dessert every time he came, strawberry sherbet, but he was pleasantly buzzed from the wine and feeling a little adventurous, so he changed his usual order and instead ordered what Tseng usually got; chocolate mousse with raspberries and whipped cream on top. Their dessert arrived shortly and Rufus, drunk and dazed, lifted the glass of chocolate mousse up, as if preparing for a toast. Tseng shook his head at his drunken behavior.

"Raise yer damn glass Tseng, don't you know how to make a proper toast. Sheesh." He garbled nonsensically.

"I've never heard of anyone making a toast with dessert in a glass." He said critically.

"Oh shut t-thefuckup, and do it." He mumbled incoherently.

Tseng shrugged his shoulders and reluctantly raised his dessert. "Well, what preposterous thing should we toast to?" The Turk questioned sardonically. Rufus was being utterly ridiculous.

"Um…," the blond tilted his head drunkenly to the side, apparently in thought. "Oh I know!" He suddenly popped up, his blue eyes wide. "Let us toast to your great body and damn good looks!" He said a little too loud. Tseng lowered his glass and pinched the bridge of his nose; his cheeks flushed a baring red from embarrassment. Rufus released a drunken laugh and scooted his chair closer to Tseng. The Turk grumbled in annoyance at Rufus, and turned his attention to his chocolate dessert. He dipped his spoon into the fluffy whipped cream and brought it up his lips, but he stopped once he saw what Rufus was doing.

The drunken blond had stuck his finger into his mousse and was now stirring it around with it. Tseng sighed and shook his head. "What the hell are you doing?"" he questioned annoyed.

Rufus shrugged his shoulders and continued to twirl his finger around in his dessert. He grinned at the white and chocolate swirl he was forming. Tseng grabbed his hand and tried to pull his finger out of his food, but the blond resisted and deepened his finger into the dessert. Tseng scowled and roughly tried to tear his hand away from his hand. Rufus grew agitated at Tseng's actions.

"Lemme go you little fucker!" He slurred. But Tseng persisted and eventually succeeded in ripping his finger away from his dessert. Rufus scowled and turned on Tseng.

"Fine then, you want it! Here!" He yelled drunkenly, as he forcefully shoved his chocolate and cream covered finger deep into Tseng's unexpecting mouth. The Turk drew back a little, but not enough to release the intruding finger from his lips. He immediately grabbed Rufus' hand trying to pull his finger out of his mouth, but the clever blond hooked his fingers behind Tseng's bottom teeth and when he tried to pull, it caused his head to yank forward. Rufus grinned sloppily and shoved his finger deeper into Tseng's mouth. Tseng furrowed his brows in frustration and made another attempt to pull at Rufus' hand, but the blond was persistent, and forced his finger in even deeper, almost to the back of his throat. Tseng involuntarily swallowed some of the chocolate dessert and Rufus smiled.

He roughly pulled his finger out of his mouth and Tseng immediately closed it shut. He grabbed for a napkin and wiped the remains of the dessert around his mouth off. Franticly he surveyed the room for anyone who might have witnessed that unfortunate event. Luckily, it appeared no one had and he turned angrily back to Rufus, who was beaming drunkenly at him.

"What the hell Rufus! Have you lost your damn mind?" He hissed at him through gritted teeth.

Rufus' crooked grin just widened. "I wanted to see if you would gag, and you didn't." He leaned closer to Tseng's flushed face.

"What the hell does that mean?" He snarled.

Rufus hiccupped and released a goofy laugh. "It means that you must have a very good gag reflex." He said through laughter. "Must of have had a lot of practice, eh?" He said, jabbing his elbow playfully into Tseng's side.

Tseng on the other hand was mortified, and he couldn't hide his emotions from his face at the moment. Horror and shock were written all over his face, and he turned his head sharply away from Rufus, in order to hide his expression. Rufus, in his drunken haze, was oblivious to the fact that what he had said had affected Tseng. He drearily signaled for the waiter to give them their bill and he came hastily over. He clumsily pulled out his credit card and practically tossed it at the waiter. His fingers were unsteady and he grew frustrated when he couldn't pull out a single fifty dollar bill to tip the waiter, so he just dumped all the cash he had on the table and stood up. He snapped his fingers at Tseng, meaning he was ready to leave. The waiter hurried back to give Rufus his receipt and card, and his mouth went wide when he saw the excessive amount of cash he had left for a tip, but when he turned to question Rufus, he was already stumbling outside the door, unknowing that he had just tipped the boy five-hundred and ten dollars.

Rufus swayed from side to side as he made his way over to what he believed to be Tseng's car, which it wasn't, and the Turk and to drag Rufus away from the strangers vehicle. He led him to the right car and opened the door for the intoxicated blond. He clumsily got in and Tseng slammed the door closed behind him. He then hastily got into the car and shut the door behind him. He quickly started the ignition and began to pullout of the parking lot. All the while, Rufus was struggling to get on his seatbelt, but gave up once the strap slapped him in the face.

He then turned his attention to Tseng and grinned sheepishly at him. The Turk had an annoyed look on his face and Rufus, uncaring at the moment as to how he felt, loomed closer to his face. Tseng didn't acknowledge him, and kept his eyes intently focused on the road. Rufus gently touched his shoulder and began to rub it, but Tseng didn't look at him. Rufus withdrew his hand and moved it up to Tseng's face. He gently caressed his face and Tseng flinched.

"Don't touch me." He said sharply.

"Aw come on Tseng, don't um…be, uh mad at me." He said incoherently drunk.

"I have every reason to be upset. You just insulted me."

"No I didn't. I said that you have a good gag reflex. How in the hell is that bad?" He said, trying to sound as serious as a drunk could possibly manage.

"It's what it implies." He said matter-of-factly. His tone was irritated and angry.

"Duh, Tseng. All that means is that you're probably a pro at sucking cock, and to me that is a great accomplishment." He said proudly, severely slurring the last word.

The car stopped suddenly, causing Rufus to fall forward and hit the dashboard because he didn't have on a seatbelt. He reflexively grabbed his forehead and drew back into his seat. He turned to question Tseng, but the Turk wasn't there. Rufus looked around frantically for him and found him sitting on the curb of the road. He had his head down and he was digging into his pocket for something. Rufus scowled and opened the car door. Tseng had stopped right in the middle of the road, but luckily it was dark out. Not many cars were on this road after dark.

Rufus stumbled over to Tseng and saw that he had taking out a cigarette and was now lighting it. The blond scratched his head in confusion. Since when did Tseng smoke? Never in all the time Tseng had been with him, had he ever seen him with a cigarette. Once it was lit, he placed it quickly to his lips and took a long drag. He exhaled and released a steam of smoke. Rufus sat down next to Tseng and hiccupped. Tseng turned to him and rolled his eyes.

"Um, so you smoke?" he asked.

Tseng shook his head. "Occasionally, like right now when I need the nicotine to calm me down." He said dryly. Rufus tilted his head in confusion. It was then that he noticed Tseng's fingers were shaking, but not from the cold. Even in his drunken state, he was now starting to feel bad for what he had said. He scooted closer to Tseng and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. Tseng flinched but did not pull away. Rufus rested his head on Tseng's shoulder and grabbed the cigarette from between Tseng's lips. He flicked it onto the ground and stepped on it.

"I'm sorry Tseng, I shouldn't have said that." He said sincerely. Apologizing was a lot easier when you're drunk, he decided.

Tseng sighed reluctantly and relaxed into Rufus' embrace. Rufus shifted his head on Tseng's shoulders so that he was looking up at the gorgeous man above him. Rufus wrapped both arms around Tseng thin frame and held him firm. Tseng shook his head in disbelief and then wrapped his arms around Rufus' waist as well. He rested his head on top of Rufus' soft strawberry blond locks and closed his eyes. They sat there holding each other until Tseng finally spoke, with a little humor in his tone.

"Leave it to you Rufus to take me to the brink of insanity and bring me back out again." Then he laughed a deep sincere one, and Rufus began to laugh as well, but a little more loosely, due to his drunken state. Rufus really didn't know why he was laughing, but started to laugh even harder than Tseng. He wrapped his arms around Tseng's neck and pulled him into a quick kiss, while he was still laughing. Tseng tried to kiss him back, but he was laughing as well. They both had their lips pressed up against each others, and they laughed against each other's mouths. It made for a very ineffective kiss, but it amused them nonetheless.

But then Rufus pulled away from his lips rapidly and pushed Tseng away from him. Tseng was a little surprised by his actions, but as soon as he saw Rufus throwing up on the concrete he understood. He grinned and stood up to go and help the blond. He rubbed his back gently as Rufus heaved up his dinner. Once he was finish, Tseng handed him a handkerchief to wipe his mouth with. Rufus gratefully took it and nodded in thanks. He stared down at his own mess, and scrunched his face in revulsion.

"Damn, and I really liked that spaghetti too." He said regretfully.

Tseng snickered and reached down to help Rufus up. They walked over to the vehicle, and Tseng placed Rufus into the passenger side, securing him in with a safety belt. Rufus' head leaned dramatically to the side and his head collided with the window. Tseng hopped into the other side and commenced to drive off. Rufus' head rattled against the window, but he didn't make any attempt to move it or readjust himself. Tseng drove a little slower than the speed limit just to be safe; after all, he did have a few drinks as well.

Rufus stared out the window, watching the bright lights pass by in a blur. His vision was already blurry and he could feel himself giving in to the darkness that was encompassing him. With one last look at Tseng, he let the darkness consumed him; the dark haired beauty fading from his sight.

A/N: I know what ya'll are thinking and it will come, I just don't like to rush things is all.

Just to let you guys know, things really heat up in the next chapter. Even I'm looking forward to it ;)

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