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Gentlemen Prefer Brunettes
Rufus sighed and rotated his chair around to face the large window. Dark clouds of smog blanketed the sky and effectively covered the upper plate of Midgar. Rufus groaned at the unpleasant sight and stood up to close the window curtains. He pulled the gold rope that held back the soft blue curtains and they cascaded down over the window. Rufus plopped down in his chair and tried to resume his work. He didn't have much to get done, seeing as how it was the night of the company Christmas Ball; however, he just couldn't concentrate on the task at hand.
Two weeks. It had been two whole weeks since he had last seen or heard from Tseng. The last thing he remembered was dining at Milan's and getting awfully drunk, but things were a little askew after that. He had awoken safe and sound at his home, in his large luxurious bed, but he couldn't remember the events from the night before, at least in detail. He did have an awful hangover though and he was irritated throughout the day. Also, since most of the senior Turks were needed on the mission, Tseng had left him in the care of a rookie female Turk.
He glared at her from across his desk in resentment. Her short reddish brown hair was clipped just below her ears. Her soft brown eyes stood out from underneath her long eyelashes; her face was delicate and pretty, and Rufus could tell she was very young. But he couldn't doubt her abilities completely; after all she was recruited by the Turks. She stood by the door with an attempted serious look on her face, but it really just made her look constipated. It wasn't that he hated her; it was just that she was so damn incompetent. Since she was relatively new, she didn't know how to deal with his short temper and his consistently bitchy attitude. So she made up for it by apologizing constantly, which annoyed Rufus to no end.
Rufus inwardly groaned in distress and laid his head on his desk. He closed his eyes and thought of the beautiful dark Turk. He envisioned his long silky dark hair that swished and bounced playfully upon his shoulders as he walked. He thought about his gorgeous dark eyes, encased by long, thick dark lashes. The Turk had the most delicious lips and Rufus licked his own in remembrance. But his thoughts of desire soon turned into frustration, due to the Turks absence.
Two damn weeks! He thought angrily. What the fuck kind of mission is he doing that he needs to be gone for that long? And why did he leave me with such an incompetent wench, though I sometimes prefer her over Reno. But still, couldn't he have left Rude with me instead!
He released an audible annoyed groan and slammed his fist into the table, causing the female Turk to jump in surprise. Rufus rolled his eyes at her as she tried to regain her stance.
"Are you alright, Mr. Vice President Sir?" She said concerned.
"Do I look alright, Cissnei?" He said sharply. She gulped and began to fidget with her hands; apparently trying to think of something to say.
"Well Sir, I think you look just swell today and your hair looks absolutely gorgeous." She chirped out.
Rufus, incredibly conceited and narcissistic, ran his fingers through his hair and nodded his head in approval at the comment. She sighed in relief and resumed her stance. Rufus knew he could be difficult, but he also knew she took the easy way out by taking advantage of his vanity and complementing him in order to please him. A good tactic, but she could do better.
"Cissnei, would you be a dear and go get me some tea."
"Um, what kind of tea to you like again, Sir." She said uncertain.
Rufus grew irritated. Surely she should know by now. She'd been with him for an ample amount of time now. "For the last fucking time, I want peach tea."
"Oh yeah, sorry I keep forgetting." She said apologetically. Rufus waved her off and she exited to retrieve his drink.
Rufus relaxed back into his chair and closed his eyes. Tonight was the Shin-Ra Christmas Ball, and although he loved going to parties and being in the spotlight, it seemed almost pointless to go without Tseng. He had been secretly harboring the desire to attend the Ball with him so that Tseng would be able to view him at his finest. Rufus, as well as the other executives, usually went all out to look their best for the ball. If anything, it made him want to outshine everyone else. He had attended the Shin-Ra Ball only once before, and he didn't remember seeing the Turk there. He certainly would have remembered if he had seen Tseng before.
Still, he wondered why he hadn't heard anything from him. He didn't even know where the Turk was, or what he was doing. Obviously it was something important, but why couldn't he know. When he had questioned his father about the Turk's whereabouts, the fat bastard told him it was none of his business. Rufus had promptly called his father a few choice words before storming out in a mad fury. And ever since then he had been in a bad mood.
Unfortunately, he had been using Cissnei and the other cadets he disciplined as outlets for his frustration. His punishments for the mal-mannered cadets were becoming increasingly harsher. For instance, a cadet had been constantly sneaking out of his quarters when it had been past curfew. So when the delinquent was caught and brought before Rufus, he had ordered him to stand on the ledge outside of his window for 24 hours. The cadet was on constant surveillance, making sure he did as was told. People pointed up at him and he had been the laughing stock of Shin-Ra. When the boy's sentence was up, he didn't speak to anyone and hasn't spoken ever since. Rufus didn't feel the slightest remorse for what he had done. At least the fool got the point now. The boy also served as an example to the rest of the cadets who snuck out as well, but hadn't been caught yet.
As for Cissnei, he pretty much treated her like shit. Her presence was a constant reminder to him that Tseng wasn't here, and it irritated and angered him. He had been insufferable and harsh, and many of his associates didn't know why he was being even more of a bitch than usual. All but one associate, that is. Sephiroth had long figured that out why he was so angry, and he secretly taunted Rufus at every turn. When they passed each other in the hall, Sephiroth would bring his fingers to his lips kiss then lightly. Rufus would pretend he didn't see him. When he had to ride in the elevator with him, Sephiroth would always have that insufferable grin on his face, and just before they would step out, Sephiroth would pop him in the back of the head, and walk out laughing. Rufus would then yell at Cissnei for not being on guard and ready to protect him. And again she would apologize, over and over again.
Sephiroth also teased Rufus by sliding scandalous pictures under his door of him and Tseng at various places around the world. In the photos, Tseng always appear somewhat happy (he didn't smile, but rather grinned). Sephiroth on the other hand, would have that maniacal grin on his face with his hand possessively on Tseng's shoulder. Rufus would often burn the pictures, but he occasionally kept one if Tseng looked just to hot in the picture to burn. He would cut Sephiroth out of the photo, place the roughly cut photo of Tseng in the drawer, and continue to burn the cutout of Sephiroth. So far, his favorite photo of Tseng had been the one where he and Sephiroth were on the beach of Coast del Sol. Tseng appeared to be in his teens, and he was sprawled out on his beach towel, with a pair of short dark beach bottoms on. He had a playful seductive look on his face as he posed for the camera, which Sephiroth was obviously holding and directing him.
Since Cissnei had left temporally, he took out that photo and gazed at it. Because Sephiroth had been the one taking it, he didn't have to cut this one. He focused on Tseng's beautiful feminine face and sighed. Of course Tseng didn't look as feminine now, but he still held a lot of those characteristics. The door opened harshly, startling Rufus. He quickly shoved the photo in the drawer and glared at the incoming person.
Cissnei, had the tea in hand, and his secretary Nora had come in as well, with a large wrapped box topped with a bright red bow. Extremely excited, Nora bounded past Cissnei and charged at Rufus with a freakishly wide grin on her face. Rufus, sensing possible danger, bounded up from his chair and back up a bit. Once she reached his desk, she slammed the present down on it. Papers went flying everywhere and Rufus groaned in annoyance. Nora could be quite a nuisance sometimes, even though she was an excellent secretary.
"What the hell is this?" He yelled at her.
"It's a present, duh." She said bouncing up and down. Cissnei placed the tea down and peered at the box. She noticed the tag near the bow and read it aloud.
"It says, 'To Rufus Shin-Ra', but it doesn't say who it's from. It does however say, 'do not open till Christmas'." She picked up the box and gave it a shake. When she didn't hear anything she frowned and placed it down.
"Where did this come from, Nora?" she questioned, staring at the box intently.
"The mail people delivered it." She said circling the large box. She suddenly let out a loud shriek, startling Rufus and Cissnei. "Oh, I wonder what's in it!"
"Well let's find out." Rufus said approaching the box. But as he reached to untie the bow, Nora screamed and threw her arms on top of the gift.
"No, no! You can't open it till Christmas! That's what it says."
Rufus scowled at her. "Get the fuck off of it, you crazy bitch." Although she was light, she could still smash what was inside; if she already didn't break it from slamming it on his desk so harshly.
"Just don't open it!" She cried.
"Move!"
"Promise you won't open it!"
"Fine, just get off of it. Fucking retard!"
She immediately bounded off it, with a wide grin on her face. Cissnei looked dumbfounded and stared questionably at Rufus, then at Nora. He pinched the bridge of his nose and plopped down in his chair.
"Nora, take the box and have it delivered to my home." He said stressfully.
"Okay!" she snatched the box up and rushed out the door. Cissnei shook her head in disbelief and closed the door behind her.
"That was…different." She said perplexed.
Rufus looked at the papers scattered around his desk and rolled his eyes. He didn't feel like dealing with reorganizing everything so he took a sip of his tea and stood up to leave. He signaled to the female Turk and she followed close behind him. But just as they were about to exit, she stopped and picked up an envelope that lying was on the ground. It was white and unmarked. Rufus turned around just in time to see Cissnei about to open it up. When he recognized the envelope as the one that Sephiroth had been using to slide pictures underneath his door, he roughly snatched it from her hands. She gasped in surprise.
"It's rude to look at things that don't belong to you." He snapped at her. She down casted her eyes and bit her lip. She nodded her head regretfully and opened the door for Rufus.
He ignored her distress and continued to the elevators. Once they were inside and on their way down, he fidgeted with the white envelop in his hands. He wondered what it was a picture of this time. They soon reached the first floor lobby and crossed the room quickly. Most of the Shin- Ra building had been decorated for the holidays and the lobby was indeed beautifully decorated. Red and gold lights beamed from across the high ceiling. A large Christmas tree was adorned in the center, with a large mako star on top. How ironic. He thought.
Anxious to get out of the cold, Rufus hurried to his limousine. Cissnei ran after him, staying close. He reached the car a little before she did, but he waited for her to open the door for him. She hurried over and opened the door to let him in. Rufus relaxed into the warmth of the limo and he waved at Lou, the driver, from the back. Lou smiled and waved back before taking off. Cissnei had tried to sit next to him, but he scowled at her and pointed to the other side of the limo for her to sit. Once she moved, Rufus tore open the envelope he had been anxiously waiting to see. He looked at the Turk across from him to make sure she was a safe distance away. Slowly, he pulled out the picture and covered his mouth in order to stifle a gasp.
The photo couldn't have been taken that long ago, he decided. Rufus felt a nosebleed coming and he quickly placed the photo back into it's envelop. The photo had been truly provocative and Rufus knew Sephiroth had sent this particular photo on purpose, just because he knew how Rufus would react. He just couldn't believe what he had seen and he took the photo out again to see if his eyes hadn't been deceiving him. He had no idea how Sephiroth managed to get Tseng to pose like this, but he didn't care at the moment
The Turk in the photo was listlessly draped over a red velvet couch in nothing but a long dark T-shirt. His long dark hair spilled out over the side of the couch and pooled onto the carpeted floor. Tseng's long elegant legs were stretched out across the sofa and they seemingly gleamed in the light. But what really took Rufus over the edge was the dark Turk's mischievous expression. His long hair was partially covering one eye; the other eye half-lidded with longing and desire. His full supple lips were twisted into a sexy grin with his index finger placed right over them, as if he were trying to lock in a secret.
Holy fuck. This is so hot. I had no idea Tseng was into this kind of stuff. But why did Sephiroth send me this? It's almost like he's daring me to try anything with Tseng. He trying to tempt me, he's purposely provoking me. Or maybe, he's trying to show me just how close he and Tseng are. He really thinks that he can push me away from him; he thinks that I'll back down! Fuck him! I'm going to have Tseng, whether he likes it or not. I'll just deal with the consequences. Besides, I think he's really just intimidated by me. Rufus flipped his hair arrogantly. Well I am quite a handsome man, if I do say so myself. Even Sephiroth must acknowledge that.
With on last glace at the sexy photo, he placed it back into the envelope and held it in his hands. They reached his apartment complex and Cissnei let him out. She bowed her head respectfully and promised to return tonight to pick him up for the Ball. He dismissed her and headed into the building. He gingerly tipped the doorman and continued on up to his Penthouse. Once he reached his destination, he unlocked the door and ceremoniously tossed his jacket to the side. He went to his room and plopped down on the bed. He set his alarm for 6:30pm, which should give him plenty of time to get dressed and fixed up for the party.
He released a wide yawn and closed his eyes. As soon drifted off to sleep, with thoughts of the elusive dark Turk on his mind.
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It seemed as soon as he had laid his head down, the alarm sounded. He grumbled and shifted under the sheets. The alarm screeched and Rufus tried to desperately crawl out from underneath the sheets to shut the horrible sounding machine off. Once his arm was free, he pounded his fist on the alarm and the ear piercing screech immediately stopped. He poked his head out from underneath the sheets and opened his eyes. With some effort, he sat up at stretched out his limbs. He slipped out of bed and drowsily headed for the bathroom. But the sound of the door bell stopped him in that direction and he headed down stairs to open the front door.
I should seriously consider getting a damn butler, so I don't have to do this shit.
He peered out of the door hole, to see his hairstylist Jean-Pierre and his attends. They were all smiles and energy when Rufus reluctantly opened the door. They came rushing in and circled Rufus. They giggled girlishly at Rufus and he wondered what was just so funny. Jean Pierre stepped over the threshold and 'tisk tisked' Rufus.
"Well, it appears you have a case of the bed-head." He said and all his attendants burst out laughing in their high pitched voices. Rufus grumbled in irritation and ran his fingers through his tousled hair.
"But do not fret, my dear Rufus. We shall have you looking absolutely fabulous in no time." And with that he snapped his fingers and he's assistants grabbed Rufus and began pulling him towards the bathroom. Rufus struggled in their clutches, but they were surprisingly strong and effectively succeeded in getting him undressed and into the tub. As he bathed, they cleaned and polished his nails. They washed his hair and gave him a deep massage to relax him. Rufus let them pamper him as Jean Pierre can in and out with various outfits for Rufus to choose. Once he had selected one and they were pampering him, they helped him dress and Jean Pierre clipped and trimmed his hair.
Finally, after two hours of primping, Rufus was finished. He looked at himself in the wall length mirror. He did a single twirl and the attendants and Jean Pierre all clamped. He had selected a white silk embroidered suit with a soft green vest and tie. His shoes were of the highest quality and were polished to an impeccable sheen. His hair was magnificently smooth and shiny. Jean Pierre had really out done himself this time. He nodded in thanks to him and Jean beamed.
"Alright now my lovely's, "Jean Pierre said. "It is time we were off. Auvoir now, Rufus."
"Auvoir." They all chirped in. Rufus waved goodbye and thanked them all on their way out. As they were leaving, he could see Cissnei exiting the elevator as Jean Pierre's crew was entering. She smiled pleasantly at Rufus and slightly blushed when she saw him.
"You look amazing." She said shyly.
"I know." Rufus said admiring himself in a nearby mirror. "Get my jacket and my wallet from the table would you."
She nodded her head, gathered up his things and waited patiently for him in the foyer. Rufus was just about ready. He applied a bit of lip gloss to give his lips that wet, full look. He smiled at himself in the mirror and deemed himself to me ready. They left the apartment shortly and were soon on their way to the ball. Rufus stared at Cissnei and noticed something different about her. He stared at her more closely until he realized that she had put on a bit of make-up. She also had a red clip in her hair and she was wearing a red turtleneck underneath her Turk uniform.
Rufus debated on whether he should complement her on not. Then decided, why not. After all, he had given her a hard time, it was the least he could doo.
"Um, Cissnei. You look nice." He said evenly. And she did.
She seemed shocked by his words and her cheeks flushed a deep red. "Thank you." She said bashfully.
Rufus grinned at her expression and relaxed into his seat. They continued on in silence until they arrived. Already there were many expensive cars and limo's parked and lined up along the side of the Great Ball room. With Rufus' executive privileges, they cruised by the others vehicles and parked right in front. Cissnei immediately got out of the vehicle to open the door for Rufus. As soon as he stepped out, he was bombarded by flashing lights of camera's and people screaming. People, reporters and fans all screamed his name, begging for an audience. Rufus, with his pompous attitude, felt as if he should give address his adoring fans. So he talked and entertained as many tabloid writers, journalist, and fans as he could.
After chatting with his adoring public, he went inside to the grand Ball room, with Cissnei hot on his trail. The ballroom was decorated magnificently for the celebration. Red, green and gold streamers adorned the high arched ceilings. The dining tables were beautifully draped with custom made silk table cloths, with Christmas themes designed on it. A large great Christmas tree was positioned in the center of the Ballroom. Large expensive ornaments dressed the tree. Pictures of the executives were on some of the ornaments that graced the area closest to the top. The food was exquisite, and large chocolate fountain was also present. It truly was breathtaking.
Rufus greet people as he crossed the room, making sure that everyone saw him at least once tonight. He saw his father chatting with the other executives, and he avoided the man like the plague. His father and he were not exactly of good speaking grounds yet. Their last encounter had been disastrous and Rufus didn't want another repeat of that fiasco. A server passed by and offered him an alcoholic beverage. He took it gratefully and sipped at it casually. They party was going off with a swing and Rufus loved it.
But even still, the thought of Tseng not being here disappointed him. He sighed into his drink and sat at a table. Cissnei stood up behind him and he signaled for her to sit down. She complied and sat quietly. People were now starting to dance and the beat of the music increased. Rufus didn't bring a date, so he didn't feel obligated to dance with anyone. A few people he had known from his party days had come by to chat with him. They pretty much didn't work because their parents were so rich they didn't need to.
Rufus talked cordially with them for awhile until they all got up to go dance. Rufus was relieved when they left though. Hearing about how much fun they were still having really put a damper on his spirits. So he got another drink. Some people had already arrived at the party smashed, and they continued to drink more and more. Rufus made his way over to the buffet table and went straight for the chocolate strawberries, one of his favorite treats.
He put three on his plate and was about to add another when he noticed one was missing. He tilted his head in confusion until he heard someone laugh on the other side of him. He turned to face them and he took a step back in shock, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.
There, standing next to him, had been Tseng, and he looked absolutely divine. He was wearing the traditional Wutaiian dress. It was a long red and gold form fitting gown that hugged him in all the right places. His long legs were dressed in tight yellow embroidered leggings and were visible due to the slits on both sides of the outfit. He also wore red and gold moccasin slippers. His long dark hair was pulled up into a bun, with two crimson chopsticks with gold chains that dangling from the end, going through it. Loose strands of dark hair draped over his gorgeous face. He smirked at Rufus, obviously amused by the blonds' reaction.
Rufus looked at him in awe and confusion. Could it really be Tseng? He approached and stared directly at him. Tseng didn't move or back up, instead, he lifted up the chocolate strawberry he had stole from Rufus and winked. A wide grin graced Rufus' face and he suddenly had the urge to wrap his arm around the Turk and embrace him. But he resisted the urge, for now. He looked Tseng up and down again before addressing the Turk.
"You look fucking good." He said at last.
Tseng beamed at him, amusement obvious in his dark eyes. "Thank you, Rufus." He said as he placed the chocolate fruit to his lips. He took a small bite from the tip and chewed slowly savoring the taste. Rufus was so preoccupied with his gawking, that he forgot Cissnei was near. She walked past him and stared up in awe at her boss. Like him, she had never seen Tseng dressed up so beautifully before. He truly looked amazing.
"H-hello, Tseng." She said nervously.
"It's nice to see you again, Cissnei. I hope Rufus here hasn't troubled you too much." He said jokingly. Her eyes lit up at him and she shook her head. Rufus stared at sight between the two and instantly became jealous. He faked a cough to divert their attention and they stared at him.
"Yes, well, as of right now Cissnei you are relieved of your duties to Rufus. I will be taking my position." Tseng said. "So go and enjoy yourself."
She smiled, and with a quick bow to them both, she scurried off; disappearing into the crowd. Once she was gone, Rufus slid his arm around Tseng's. The Turk didn't seem fazed by his actions and he walked arm in arm with him. Rufus took him to a table in the corner, where there weren't that many people. A server placed a drink in front of them both and they nodded in thanks. He watched as Tseng sipped at his drink, the Turk was just too beautiful; he couldn't take his eyes off him. Tseng sensed him staring and turned his attention to Rufus.
"What is it Rufus?" He said with a smile on his face.
"I've never seen you look so good." He said; lust evident in his blue eyes. "Where did you get this outfit?"
Tseng took another sip of his drink. "I ordered it online." He said amused.
Rufus grinned at him and shook his head. Tseng relaxed back into his seat and took another bite of his stolen chocolate strawberry. The red succulent juice from the strawberries dripped down over his lip. Rufus watched intently as Tseng licked the delicious juice from his lips. Placing the fruit down, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Rufus, incredibly turned on now, grabbed one of his strawberries and began to lick the tip. Tseng raised an elegant eyebrow at him and watched. The haughty blond placed the tip to his closed lips and stared at Tseng, making sure he was looking. He was. He twirled his skillful tongue around the tip and Tseng licked his lips at the sight.
As he finished up his treat, he noticed Tseng's cheeks were flushed a soft pink. Rufus smiled at this and beamed at Tseng. He couldn't even begin to express how glad he was to have the Turk back. While he was gone, he constantly feared the worse. Ever since he had learned of Tseng's limited experience of being the Turk leader, his confidence in the Turk had dissipated. But the worry was over now and Tseng didn't appear hurt or even wounded. These two weeks away from the Turk had driven Rufus insane. Not only because he missed the Turk's presence, but because every day he was away from him, the more he desired the man. Every lingering hour the Turk was on his mind. His lips, his touch, his body, all were constantly on his mind. And the feeling of desire intensified, now that Tseng was back.
Tseng smiled and pulled one of the free strands of hair behind his ear. Suddenly, a fast song came on and everyone around them went to go dance. Finally alone in the corner, Rufus took this opportunity to kiss Tseng. He pressed his lips against his and started moving his mouth. The Turk eagerly kissed him back and slithered his tongue into Rufus' searing mouth. The blond moaned into his mouth as he suckled on the slick muscle. Tseng still had the faint taste of chocolate, and Rufus began to devour his mouth, savoring the flavor. The Turk eagerly submitted to Rufus' aggressiveness and wrapped his arms around the blonds head, pulling him closer.
Rufus secretly moved his hand up to Tseng's chest were he could feel his nipples hardening underneath the silk material. He placed his thumb on top of one and began to rub it gingerly. Tseng released his mouth to let out a moan, which went drawn out because of the loud music. He pinched and kneaded his hardened nubs through the thin, tight fabric. Rufus placed his lips back onto Tseng's and kissed him deeply. Tseng returned the kiss by jabbing his tongue in Rufus' hot mouth. Their tongues collided and coiled around each other, their slick muscles sliding against each others.
Suddenly, Tseng drew back and pulled Rufus away from him. He was panting heavily and tried to catch his breath. Rufus was confused by his actions and mentally swore in his head. Had he taken things too far? What if Tseng didn't want proceed with him? He would be devastated. He stared into the Turks hazy eyes questionably. Rufus bit his lip; fearful of being rejected by the man he wanted the most in his life. Once Tseng calmed down, he looked at Rufus with a serious face. Rufus didn't think he could have taken the rejection, and he rose up apprehensively from his chair. But just as he was about to walk away, Tseng grabbed his arm.
Rufus peered down at him, shocked and confused. Tseng's expression was nothing short of solemn and it made Rufus very nervous. The Turk stood up and stared Rufus directly into his anxious blue eyes. He moved closer to him and until his lips were right at Rufus' ear. Then he unexpectedly wrapped his arms around Rufus' waist. He nuzzled his neck with the tip of his nose before speaking.
"Not right here." He said in a deep, desperate sultry voice. His tone sent a wave of pleasure through Rufus' body and his knees felt weak. He quickly wrapped his arms around Tseng's slender waist and pulled him close. Rufus was already beginning to rouse and Tseng moaned when he felt his rising hardness against his own. Rufus tried to regain control and look for a quick, unnoticeable exit. He looked around franticly and spotted an old elevator from across the room. Since the ballroom was located in the older part of the Shin-Ra building, the elevator would be small, but at least it still worked. He grabbed Tseng by his arm and maneuvered through the crowd to the other side were the elevator resided.
They made it across and Rufus frantically hit the up button. The doors opened and he roughly shoved Tseng in. He rushed in after him into the cramped space and hit the 67th floor button. As soon as the doors closed, he attacked Tseng by pushing him up against the elevator wall. He immediately attached himself to the Turks delicious lips. The kiss was sloppy and highly undignified, but Rufus couldn't care less. He grabbed Tseng's head and pulled him even closer, effectively deepening the kiss. They both ravaged each other's mouths and profusely whimpered and groaned as their hips grinded together in the cramped space.
Rufus grabbed Tseng's hips and rubbed his sides delicately, enjoying the feel of the smooth embroidered silk against his heated skin. Tseng bucked into his touch and released a deep throaty groan that instantly made Rufus slam forward into Tseng's growing erection. Tseng cried out and grabbed Rufus' shoulders in an attempt to steady himself. The Turk then began to assault Rufus lips with all he had. He cut the blonds' lip and tongue with his tiny sharp teeth and Rufus shuddered at the pleasure the pain caused. Blood seeped out from his cuts and welled up on his tongue. Tseng ran his hot tongue over Rufus' bloody lips before divulging his slick muscle into his mouth. He suckled at the bloody appendage and it roused the blond all the more. Rufus gripped Tseng's hips and bucked them into his.
"Oh shit!" The dark aroused Turk swore at the incredible sensation.
Rufus grinned at the Turk's use of profanity to express himself. Now he knew he was good. The elevator suddenly stopped and the doors opened. They awkwardly stumbled out, still attached to each other's lips. Rufus guided Tseng through the dark hallway walking backwards. As they made their way down the hall, they passed Sephiroth's office and Rufus couldn't help but smile. He freed one of his hands from Tseng's waist and flipped off Sephiroth's door as he passed it on the way to his. Tseng didn't see this, seeing as how his eyes were closed and his lips fastened to Rufus'.
Finally, Rufus' back hit the door of his office and he opened it from behind. They stumbled in and Rufus, clumsy as he is, tripped over his feet and began to fall backward. He hit the ground hard, and Tseng came crashing down on him. He was a little dazed for a moment, and didn't realize that Tseng was sitting on top of him, that is, until he started to move. Tseng began to rake his ass right over Rufus' bulging erection. Rufus arched up and grabbed Tseng's hips. He rocked him back and forth over his covered manhood, his eyes rolled into the back of his head at the overwhelming pleasure. Tseng cried out every time he felt Rufus' throbbing bulge part his cheeks and graze his covered entrance.
Rufus peered up at the man on top of him and decided that positions needed to be switched. He sat up and flipped Tseng underneath him, pinning his arms down. Tseng quivered from under him and Rufus grinned at the sight. But something wasn't quite right. He lifted Tseng up and tore the chopsticks from his hair. He then ripped the ribbon that held his hair up and his long dark locks came cascading down. He pushed him back down on the ground, and his hair sprawled out across the floor. Perfect. Tseng looked flawless with his hair down and Rufus ran his fingers through it.
It was soft and fine as it pooled on the floor. He looked at Tseng's gorgeous body in his traditional Wutaiian garb. It fit his thin frame like a glove and Rufus ran his fingers delicately over Tseng's curves that were visible in this tight outfit. But as much as he loved Tseng in the dress, he would love him even more once he got it off. Tseng flipped off his moccasins and Rufus kicked them even further to side. The next thing to remove would be Tseng's embroidered leggings. He slid his hands sensually up the Turk's legs and underneath his dress. Tseng shuddered at the contact as Rufus reached the top of his leggings and began sliding them down; his pale fingers ghosting over his smooth legs as he pulled them down.
Once they were off he marveled at the smooth, velvety soft exposed legs. They were so delicately shaped, so feminine; hard to believe they belonged to a killer. He teasingly ghosted his fingertips up his legs and the Turk moaned in response. He traced them up and down, until he could feel the Turks legs quivering underneath him from his touch. Rufus grinned at this and removed his hands, only to have them replaced by his lips. He placed his moist lips upon the Turk's inner thigh and planted a sweet, soft kiss. The dark haired man whimpered at the treatment.
The haughty blond nipped at the soft flesh and pulled it lightly with his teeth. He then trailed his slick tongue down the soft skin of his legs, and he planted wet succulent kisses on the way back up to his sensitive thighs. Tseng bucked into his ministrations and his legs trembled at the lurid feel. Rufus left a wet parting kiss on the bruised skin before he drew himself up on all fours above Tseng. Looming over the Turk, he reached down with one hand to his chest and began to unclasp the Turk's top. Tseng stared up at him in anticipation with hazy, lust filled eyes. Rufus slightly struggled with the tiny clasps, but eventually succeeded in loosening them.
He pulled open his top, exposing the smooth honey golden skin of his chest. Eagerly, the blond bent his head down to taste the Turk's delectable skin. He glided his wet, slick tongue around Tseng's pectorals, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the brunette. Rufus moved down to his nipple, and enclosed the areola with his teeth. He added pressure around the area, and the heat of his breath encased the tiny nub. Slipping his tongue through his teeth, he lightly grazed over the protruding tip. Tseng vaulted upward at the sensation, and Rufus let out a muffled groan before he closed his lips and latched onto one of Tseng's dusky pink nipples. Tseng moaned and grabbed Rufus' head, pulling it down in an attempt to get him closer. Rufus' sucked roughly at the little nub, making it hard and swollen. He moved to the other twin peak and bit it harshly, grinding it between his teeth.
"Oh fuck!"Tseng moaned as Rufus began biting and pinching his stimulated nipples. Rufus smiled around the areola when he heard him cry out. Tseng did not normally swear so vulgarly around him, but then again, this was not a normal situation. Rufus moved his hands down the sides of the other man's torso until he reached his slender hips. He could feel the heat of Tseng's skin through the thin material. After twirling his tongue around his hardened nipples, he moved back up to claim his hot mouth. The kiss was vicious, and Rufus had cut his tongue on Tseng's tiny sharp incisors. Blood flowed from his cut into Tseng's mouth, which seemed to excite him even more as he sucked the bloody, slick muscle.
Rufus broke the violent kiss and was breathing deeply; his lips were left with a tingling sensation. Tseng was also breathless. His long hair covered his eyes and stuck to his face. With his lips red, battered, bruised and bloody, and his pointed teeth glistening, it gave him the appearance of a vampire after the hunt. He locked his eyes onto Rufus', and sensually licked at his bloodied lips until no trace of blood was left.
The aroused blond moaned at the scandalous sight and began to unbutton his suit jacket. Tseng reached up from underneath to help him removed his clothing. Together, they eventually discarded his jacket and vest. Tseng was busy working his nimble fingers to undue his tie and shirt. As soon as he got his tie off, he tossed it to the side and peeled opened his shirt. Tseng ran his fingers over his pale chest and Rufus sighed in pleasure at the feel of his warm hands on him.
Tseng began to slide further down under Rufus' body, raking his nails over Rufus' chest as he moved further down. He stopped when he was positioned right underneath Rufus' constrained bulge. He grabbed Rufus' thighs to steady the anxious blond above him. The dark brunette lifted his head up and used his teeth to grip and pull the zipper down. Rufus bucked his hips in anticipation and Tseng steadied him. The Turk then used his mouth to tug Rufus' pants just enough to expose his dick constricted in his tight black boxers. Tseng moaned appreciatively at the sight above him, and moved his hands to Rufus' hips. He began lowering his hips closer to his face so that Rufus' bulging erection was right above his lips. Rufus moaned when he felt Tseng's hot breath beating on his sensitive area.
Tseng moved his hands back to Rufus' thighs, and he gripped them tight. He leaned his head up and placed a kiss on Rufus' cock. The blond above him instantly bucked his hips, but Tseng held him steady. The Turk began to move his lips over his covered erection, and opened his mouth wide. Tilting his head at an angle, he gripped the bulge in Rufus' pants between his teeth and exhaled a wave of heat from his breath. Rufus cried out and tried to force himself even deeper into his mouth. But Tseng held him back, and released his bulge from his mouth. Instead, he moved his mouth upward to the top of his boxers and gripped the elastic band between his teeth. He pulled then down until Rufus' cock popped out; erected and dripping. Rufus released a mangled cry when his dick sprung out and brushed against Tseng's smooth cheek.
The Turk underneath him gripped his legs even harder as he positioned his mouth right under Rufus' dripping cock. Tseng moaned and licked his lips in anticipated pleasure. He placed a soft kiss on the tip of Rufus' cock before snaking his tongue out. He licked the flared head and coiled his slick muscle around it, sliding it up and down. Rufus moaned out loud at the Turks ministrations. Tseng then jabbed his tongue into the slit of his cock and the blond bucked his hips. Tseng was just too good, and he hadn't even taken him in his mouth yet!
Tseng licked up and down the sides of his thick shaft, getting it nice and slick with saliva. He moved his head down and took the dripping head of his cock into his searing mouth. Rufus cried out as Tseng tightened his lips and began sucking, sliding his tongue over the slit and jabbing it in and out. He hummed deeply, and the vibrations sent a mind-blowing sensation of pleasure through his cock. Slowly, he took more of Rufus into his mouth. The blond quivered above him. The feel of his dick deep within Tseng's mouth was inconceivable. His mouth was searing hot and moist. He bucked his hips, effectively deepening himself into Tseng's mouth.
The Turk moaned around his dick as he felt beads of cum seeping out of Rufus' dick and drip down his throat. He took him deeper into his mouth until he hit the back of his throat. Rufus was in such bliss, and his eyes lulled in back of his head due to the overwhelming pleasure. Tseng moved his mouth up and down on his cock, sliding his tongue over the protruding veins. He deep throated him and Rufus instantly grew larger inside his mouth. Tseng released a muffled groan as he felt Rufus increase in size, and he began to increase his pace. He bobbed his head up and down and sucked fervently on his erection. Rufus cried out and started to thrust deep into Tseng's mouth. The Turk could not hold Rufus any longer as the blond began to thrust desperately into his mouth. Sensing his release, Rufus reluctantly slowed his pace and forcefully pulled out of Tseng's mouth. Cum and saliva from his cock, dripped onto Tseng's face and chest as he pulled out.
Rufus tried to catch his breath and stifle his release, but found it rather hard to do after that mind blowing blowjob Tseng had given him. He removed himself from above Tseng's body and concentrated on suppressing his release. He didn't want come just yet, he wanted to be deep within Tseng when he did. He gazed up at the Turk and immediately had to stifle his release again when he saw him. In the brief moment Rufus had been separated from Tseng, the Turk had removed his traditional garb and was now completely naked. He was stretched out on the cream colored sofa; his dark eyes were hazed over with lust and need. His long dark hair pooled over his bare shoulders and honey golden body. Rufus was awestruck, and couldn't tear his eyes away from the provocative sight. Tseng seductively licked his full red lips, and smirked at Rufus. He flipped his hair dramatically to one side and his grin widened, showing his little sharp teeth.
Rufus grinned from ear to ear in approval. He pulled off his shirt and recklessly tossed it on the floor. Tseng watched him strip intently as Rufus completely pulled down is trousers and boxers. He heard Tseng release a soft moan at the sight of his naked glistening body. Slowly, he advanced toward the outstretched Turk with longing evident in his blue eyes. Once he reached him, he lifted the brunettes head up and kissed him deeply. He held his lips as he positioned himself on top of Tseng. Releasing the Turk's lips, the blond peered down at the vision lying underneath him. Tseng was glowing and looked even more radiant with his hair fanned out and his skin shiny and slick with heat.
The blond licked his lips and wrapped his arms around the Turks slender waist. He pulled him up until Tseng was sitting upright on the couch in front of him. Rufus then drew back away from him and positioned himself at the far end of the couch. He stared appreciatively at the Turk, and with lick of his lips and a loud audible moan; he gave Tseng a "come hither", gesture with his hands. The brunette grinned as he made his way over to the blond. Rufus grabbed Tseng when he had gotten close enough. They were about the same height, but Tseng was more muscular than he was, so he weighed a bit more. Rufus awkwardly struggled at first to get Tseng to sit in his lap, but eventually nestled him comfortably between his legs. Rufus looked him in the face and saw that he was blushing; he turned his head quickly trying to hide it. The haughty blond smiled at this and put his hand underneath his chin to tilt Tseng's head toward him again. He kissed Tseng gently and softly; enjoying the taste and feel of his mouth. They pulled apart slowly but their lips still lingered close together.
"You're so fucking gorgeous." He whispered to the Turk; his lips brushed his as he spoke.
Tseng smiled and his cheeks went red at the comment. Rufus grinned at his reaction and bent his head down to the crook of his neck. Tseng gasped as Rufus began to nibble at the area, pulling at the sensitive skin with his blunt teeth. Tseng leaned his head back, exposing more of his throat. Immediately, Rufus shot his tongue up and along the exposed blue vein in Tseng's neck. He'd become infatuated with this part of Tseng's body. He pulled and nipped at the vein, drawing more exasperated gasps from the Turk.
Feeling Tseng's hardness pressed firmly against his stomach, he knew Tseng was just about ready. As he suckled abrasively at his neck, he lifted his right hand up to Tseng's mouth. He circled the red swollen lips before entering two fingers into his hot mouth. He moaned at the sudden warmth of Tseng's skilled tongue as he coiled the wet muscle around his finger. It sent wave of pleasure through his body and to straight to his throbbing shaft. Tseng cried out loudly around the fingers when he felt Rufus throb and grow underneath him. He added another finger into his hot orifice and he sucked ardently at them.
Rufus jabbed his fingers in and out of Tseng's mouth. The Turk moaned around his fingers and slid his wet tongue over each appendage. Deeming his fingers to be well coated with enough saliva, he pulled them out and Tseng released them with a loud popping sound; a trail of saliva still connected his lips to the wet fingers. Tseng was upset at having the finger's removed, but was quickly relieved when Rufus replaced them with his tongue. They kissed madly, and battled for dominance which Tseng had won. He wrapped his arms around Rufus' neck and suddenly threw his head back sharply as he felt one finger enter him.
"Fucking shit!" Rufus exclaimed as he had entered his middle finger into Tseng's tiny pink hole. He was hot, tight and responsive as he probed him experimentally, twisting his finger around and curving it slightly. A second finger pierced him and he let out a strangled cry. Rufus could feel a slick, sticky substance flow down his stomach as Tseng leaked copious amounts of precum from his erected penis. He twisted and stretched his fingers in the tight gripping canal that engulfed his fingers in heat. Tseng, in anxiousness, had started to buck against his fingers and moaned profusely. Then he added a third finger.
"Oh, f-fuck!" Tseng stammered due to the overwhelming pleasure. "S-So good…s-so, ugh!" He cried out as he felt himself being stretched. He was almost ready but Rufus was looking for a certain spot and had begun to thrust all three fingers in and out in an attempt to find it. He went deeper and deeper in with every thrust of his fingers. Tseng's rested his head on Rufus' slick shoulder and was breathing heavily, his whole body hot and aching in need. Suddenly, and startling Rufus', Tseng let out a piercing cry and threw his head back so forcefully that Rufus had to use all his strength in his left arm in order to keep him from falling off of the couch.
"Found it." He said through a smile and instantly memorized the feel of the area where the bundle of throbbing nerves lie. He removed all his fingers and rested his right hand on the small of Tseng's back. The dark brunette wrapped his arms even tighter around his neck, but not to close as to be choking him. The strawberry blond held him steady and looked into Tseng's lust filled chocolate eyes. He was ready, but Rufus was a little hesitant. Although Tseng was thoroughly prepared, he had never went in before with only saliva as his aid, and with a demanding thick eight inch cock, most preferred lubrication. He looked pleading into Tseng's eyes. Seeming to understand his predicament, Tseng smiled and leaned close to his ear. He licked the outer shell of his ear before speaking.
"Don't worry," his voice was low and seductive, "blood always provides the best lubricant."
Rufus didn't understand at first, but widened his eyes in horror when he finally did. Tseng smiled wickedly at his petrified expression and kissed him passionately in reassurance. What did Rufus expect? He was a Turk after all. Why wouldn't he be accustomed to pain, and in Tseng's case, turned on by it? The dark haired man smoothed the worried blonds' hair back in encouragement. Rufus leaned up to kiss him again as he grabbed Tseng's buttocks and lifted him appropriately. He then moved his hands to the man's hips, positioning him over his dripping shaft. He could feel Tseng quivering in anticipation underneath his fingertips. Gradually, he eased him down until the head of his cock met the tiny puckered entrance. Tseng gasped when he felt the contact and tried to push his hips down to force entrance.
Rufus held him steady though, and teased him by rotating his hips around his petite opening, causing the man above him to whimper in aggravation and eagerness. Deciding that playtime was over, he pulled him down slightly and pushed his hips up, so that the dripping head of his engorged cock pushed past the protesting rings. Tseng groaned and increased his grip on his shoulders. Sweat ran down the rosy blonds' head and he grunted as he felt the muscles grip him forcefully as he continued to push in. The heat was inconceivable as he felt his inner walls grip him tightly. He felt blood well up upon entering, and it did provide excellent lubrication.
Tseng was panting heavily above him and his head was tilted back. Once Rufus was completely sheathed in his hot canal, he laid down on the couch with the Turk sitting up on top of him. He looked up at Tseng who was absolutely glowing in the moonlight. His abs glistened with sweat and his stomach muscles contracted sharply. His hardness was pressed against his stomach and he could see it throb and pulsate. His eyes were closed and his full lips were parted with his head tilted back. Looking at the gorgeous sight above, Rufus grew larger inside him and Tseng cried out. His screams sent a surge of electricity through the blonds' body and he instantly started to move.
He lifted Tseng's hips and pulled out slowly, savoring the feel of Tseng's tight walls around his cock as he moved. The Turk above him used his legs to raise his body up as Rufus assist him by elevating his hips. Rufus pulled almost completely out, so that the bulbous head of his cock was still encased in the man. He balanced Tseng on his cock and gripped the Turk's hips roughly. Suddenly, and without warning, Rufus forced Tseng's hips down and impaled him on his erection. Tseng cried out ecstatically at the sudden penetration. Rufus drew out again and Tseng lifted his ass up, only to slam back down on his dick. Rufus let out a piercing cry of pleasure as Tseng began the erotic process of going up and down, fucking himself on Rufus' cock by using his legs as support. The blond moaned at the salacious sight above him.
Rufus was in absolute ecstasy as Tseng rode him. His long dark hair pooled over his shoulders and onto Rufus' stomach. His full luscious lips were parted and his eyes were closed in pleasurable contentment. The dark brunette viciously impaled himself on Rufus, effectively deepening his cock within him with every plunge. Every time Tseng slammed down on Rufus, he elicited a mangled cry from the blond. Every time he saw his cock disappear between those honey golden cheeks, he couldn't help but moan. At the rate they were going, he knew he was close to his release, but he didn't want it to end, not just yet.
With all the will power he could muster, he gripped Tseng's hips, stifling his movement. With some effort, he sat up, still fully sheathed in the Turk. Once he was face to face with Tseng, he immediately attacked his lips. They ravaged each other's mouths as Rufus reposition himself. Still attached to the Turks delicious lips, his tongue deep in his mouth, Rufus began to withdraw from Tseng's entrance. He pulled completely out, his cock glistening with blood, cum and the remains of saliva. Then with all the vigor he could muster, he slammed full force into him. Tseng let out a mangled cry and Rufus' pulled out again. Rotating Tseng's hips, he readied himself and got a strong grip on his hips and the back of his neck. From his previous probing, he knew Tseng reacted powerfully when his prostrate was hit and he hopped he could control him a little better with both hands. He slammed violently into him and Tseng screamed loudly; his back arched so dramatically that Rufus thought he may have broken his spine. The dark brunette's nails on impact had dug deeply into his skin in an attempt to keep his balance and he felt that he had drawn blood.
Tseng cried out uncontrollably and boisterously as Rufus pounded into him viciously; his back arched so severely that his long hair touched the couch between Rufus' legs. Rufus was in absolute bliss. Tseng was unbelievably tight and the friction created between them increased the heat greatly. Rufus groaned loudly, and with adrenaline induced strength, he flipped them both so that Tseng was now on his back. They landed roughly but that didn't faze them in the least and Rufus continued to fuck him into the couch. The new position allowed for him to go in deeper. Tseng cried out vociferously and tossed his head from side to side in ecstasy. Tseng placed his legs up on Rufus' shoulder's which allowed for more accuracy. Rufus then wrapped his right hand around Tseng's manhood and tried to keep his balance with his other.
"Aahhh, Rufus…oh please, fuck me harder!" He screamed as he started to pump him mercilessly. Spurred on by Tseng's loud outburst, he increased his pace and began to thrust into him so hard he could feel the straining tissue around his cock tear; the fresh blood provided more lubrication so he could move faster. He was so close to his release and he could feel that Tseng was too. With his last remaining strength, he thrust ruthlessly into his abused entrance and increased his pace around his fully erected cock. Suddenly, Tseng bolted up and screamed out his name, his hot reproductive fluid erupted onto Rufus' stomach and hand. His inner muscles clenched impossibly tight around his painfully engorged sex.
"Fucking hell Tseng!" He cried out loudly as he released himself into Tseng's tight canal so violently that blood and semen spurted out from around his cock and seeped out of Tseng's occupied hole in copious amounts. Tseng cried out at the force of such a vicious release. His legs slid off Rufus' shoulders and onto the now ruined couch.
With all his strength gone, Rufus collapsed helplessly on Tseng. Their chests heaved against each other's and Rufus could feel Tseng's fluttering heartbeat from underneath him. Rufus was still sheathed inside of Tseng, but he didn't make any effort to pull out. Tseng tried to move but found that he couldn't. They were both so exhausted that any movement seemed impossible and tiring. Rufus was dazed, and lied on Tseng's heaving chest with absolute satisfaction and fulfillment.
Rufus was in such bliss from the afterglow, he couldn't help but smile. He looked up at the beautiful Turk and his smile widened. Tseng was still desperately out of breath, and his breathing was erratic. His eyes were closed and his hand was draped over his forehead like a damsel in distress. Rufus laughed at the sight, which drew Tseng's attention. The Turk stared down at with dazed eyes. He looked too stunned to say anything, and he opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out.
The blond smiled up at his handy work. Obviously he had fucked the Turk so hard he seemingly couldn't think or speak. He laughed again and placed his hand on the Turk's damp cheek. It was hot and flushed red. He rubbed his face gently and Tseng seemingly came to his senses. His eyes lit up and he grinned down at Rufus. They both smiled at each other, and with no words being spoken, they both knew that they had no regrets. Rufus removed his hand from Tseng's face and the Turk grabbed it in his. They held hands and lay there unmoving, enjoying the blissful silence of the afterglow. Rufus, never one for silence, tried to speak first, but Tseng beat him to it.
"Rufus," he said in a soft, sated voice. The blond moaned at the tone and gave Tseng's hand a hard squeeze.
"Yes, Tseng?" He said while nuzzling into the crook of the Turks neck and shoulder blade.
"As much as I loved having your dick up my ass," he said derisively, "please take it out now."
Rufus gave him a confused look before he realized what the Turk was talking about. He looked down and saw that he was still fully sheathed deep within the Turk. Rufus shot him an apologetic look and sat up. Gripping the Turk's legs, he used what little strength he had left to withdraw from the Turks body. Tseng hissed at the movement. As soon as Rufus pulled completely out, semen lined with blood oozed out of Tseng's abused entrance. Rufus scrunched his face in repulsion as the fluid stained the cream colored couch.
"Aw fuck Tseng. The couch is ruined." He didn't really care at the moment, but he would have to do something about it later.
Tseng winced as he sat up, which made more fluids leak out. Rufus laughed as the Turk tried to stand up. He slowly rose up off the couch and stumbled over to restroom, but as he walked, the fluids dripped down his legs. Rufus smirked as he watched Tseng walk on unsteady legs. When the Turk made it to the bathroom, he slammed the door shut. Rufus' smiled instantly changed to a frown. He was greatly confused by Tseng's actions.
What the fuck? He thought.
He rose up off the couch and headed in the direction of the bathroom. He didn't think he should bother Tseng if the Turk was upset. However, he was still curious, and pressed his ear up against the door. He could hear the Turk mumbling something, but he couldn't make out what. He strained to hear and listened intently. After a few minutes of listening, he still couldn't make out what he was saying. He sighed in annoyance and began to walk away from the door. He only took three steps…
"Shit! Rufus, how the hell am I going to be able to hide these damn hickeys?" The Turk suddenly yelled from the other side of the door. Immediately Rufus was relieved and began laughing again even harder. He laughed so hard his sides hurt. Tseng roughly opened the door and quickly snatched up his clothes in a mad fury. Once he retrieved them, he slammed the door again and Rufus could hear him mumbling from the other side. He grinned at the door and tapped it lightly.
"Can you hand me a towel?" he asked Tseng.
The Turk quickly opened the door and tossed the towel out before slamming the door shut. Rufus could help but laugh again.
"See if I'll ever let you fuck me again." Tseng said playfully from the other side.
Rufus grinned and pressed his back up against the door. "Oh there will definitely be a next time." He said maliciously. "Right, Tseng?"
The Turk didn't respond and Rufus snickered.
Oh yes, there will most definitely be a next time.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. (Living out some fantasies here.)
Please let me know what you think, I would greatly appreciate it. Reviews always help in the writing and effort process.
Thank you for reading :)