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Deus Ex Machina

*Chapter 21*

Cloud gave a brief nod, but remained silent otherwise. This was Sephiroth´s stage, he was much better with words. Cloud´s blue eyes were glued to Yazoo. He looked so much like Sephiroth! The hair, the eyes, the same creamy skin... and still they were different. They looked like brothers, and Cloud could only guess what Sephiroth must be thinking right now.

"I know you..."

Reno´s suspicious murmur caused Cloud to snap out of it and warily watch the redhead. This one was their biggest problem actually; he was a trained guard and there was no telling how violent he would get or what he could do to them. They didn't want to harm him, but they would if they had to. Yazoo was their first priority.

"You´re that nut job that went berserk and killed everyone!"

Sephiroth tilted his head to the side, accepting of the comment. "That depends on which version you read, but I suppose I am. So you know that I was conditioned in Hojo's labs...just like this man here, correct?"

Yazoo was taken aback. They thought he was a man? But Reno said they'd think he was a doll-and Reno recognized the taller man...what was going on?

"Stay away," Reno growled, sensing Yazoo´s distress. "What I read was that you went crazy after you found out what had happened in the labs and you killed people, so stay away from him!"

Why wasn´t the guy dead? The reports had said so, hadn´t they? He wished he could tell Yazoo that it was all right and that he needn´t worry, but then he´d reveal to them that Yazoo was different as well, and as long as Reno didn´t know their motives he sure as hell would keep them away from his protégé.

"Reno." So they'd done their homework on him too. "I was a Doll. Or at least I was convinced that I was once. Now I'm not. What I had to do to get out of Hojo's grasp was not something I am proud of, nor did it have the lasting effect of halting his so-called-research that I had anticipated. But it did prove something. That I wasn't a machine. That I was human."

Sephiroth's gaze switched to Yazoo. "It was a very difficult thing for me to realize, and the only reason I was able to was because I was able to feel things, to see the flaws of my programs."

Sephiroth saw the confusion in Yazoo's eyes, and knew that they'd have a lot of explaining to do. "If you cannot accept that Yazoo may also be simply convinced of something that he is not, then we may be at an impasse. Fondoll and their so called "creations" are morally wrong, and I didn't think that I'd see the day when another...like me was corrupted."

"I know that!" Reno spat, forgetting for a moment that Yazoo was there as well, because he got caught up in his hatred for Hojo. "Yazoo almost realized, I think and then they brought him back there to get 'fixed' and now he´s a mindless fuckdoll again!"

Realizing what he had just said, Reno flinched and looked back at Yazoo, apologetically.

"Sorry sweetheart, I didn´t mean it like that," he mumbled.

Cloud exchanged a quick glance with Sephiroth. So their information had been right, Reno didn´t sympathize with Fondoll... Maybe there was hope in working together then.

Yazoo bowed his head to Reno's words, but he was so confused...he had to ask.

"Wait...you were a doll? What do you mean?" How could someone be something once then change?

Sephiroth regarded him carefully. "It's a long story...one that I want to make sure you're ready for...it may have quite the effect on you." Sephiroth looked over to Cloud; they didn't want to move things too quickly.

"He´s not ready yet," Reno instantly objected, drawing closer to Yazoo and explaining to him, "It´s really complicated see. I don´t think we should rush things... You trust me, don´t you?"

He glowered at the other two, not knowing what to think of them interfering like that. They had kidnapped them, after all and Reno didn´t want for Yazoo to take any mental damage like the big one obviously had.

"Yes, I trust you." Yazoo said, it was funny, because Rufus had asked him the same question...why were they questioning that part of him? "Sir, I don't understand what he's saying..."

"You will, eventually," Cloud promised, but he was interrupted by the loud-mouthed redhead again.

"I wanna talk to you in private, yo," he demanded, ignoring Cloud and directing his question at Sephiroth.. As clearly, the man was in charge here. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow, but nodded his head.

"Cloud, if you wanted to take Yazoo up to the common room, we'll be up in a moment." He turned back to Reno, "If, of course, this is satisfactory to you."

Reno had to scratch his head for a moment, eying the blond suspiciously. "But don´t you dare tell him anything funny, you hear me?"

When the blond just nodded, Reno turned around to Yazoo, sighing. "I´ll be right back. Don´t eat or drink anything they offer to you, okay? And don´t listen to anything they say either. Oh, and don´t tell them anything. Just... play some poker in your mind okay? Remember that game? Pretend you´re playing it again and ignore those weirdos. I will be right back, promise."

Yazoo nodded, as if it were deadly serious, and Sephiroth and Cloud shared a look as Cloud and Yazoo passed them on the way out the door. They listened to their footsteps ascending the metal staircase, and it wasn't until they reached the top that Sephiroth turned back to the redhead.

"You truly care for him, don't you? I suppose you've kept that from his so called 'master'?"

"Of course I did," Reno snorted, adding in a bit of a quieter voice "At least I´m trying to..."

This place was really incredibly run down and dark. It didn´t look like any place Reno had been before. Maybe they were not in the dome anymore? But that was impossible... One couldn´t enter or leave without being registered.

"Where are we, yo?"

"You've never heard of the Underground? Of Avalanche? I suppose that means we are doing our job well..." Sephiroth smiled. "We're not far, horizontally, from where we took you. The underground network has expanded to stretch under most major cities. Including the Dome city. It's a bit of a maze to navigate, and also has the added advantage of blocking your cellphone signal since we're so far underground."

Sephiroth made a gesture towards Reno's pocket. "I do apologize, the suddenness...and the consequences that may befall you in particular since you seem to be his designated caretaker. But we left enough evidence surface side to rule you out of instigating an escape with Yazoo."

"How very considerate of you," Reno retorted sarcastically, though inwardly he was impressed. They really had thought this out, and must have planned it for some time now. Reno had heard rumors about a second city underneath the Dome, where the outcast lived, but he had always dismissed it as some kind of urban legend. It sounded exciting and dangerous in a world where everything was regulated and controlled, but to think that it really existed...

"What do you want with us then? You can only keep us here for so long. Rufus will be furious and he sure as hell will find us, yo. Nothing and no one steals his precious status symbol."

"I'm sure he will be furious. Not only that we abducted something of value to him, but also that we'll be undoing the damage on Yazoo's humanity. I do not intend to return to him a subservient doll." Sephiroth looked down. "The night I came across my project files, the information seemed trivial-but since we'd heard of Yazoo, it's become clear what details I was missing."

Sephiroth looked back up at Reno, those creepy, blue-green eyes were so much like Yazoo's...

"There were three specimen that took to the genetic re-coding. Two were kept in stasis while I was developed. Humans, all three, I am sure. Yazoo...Yazoo is my brother, Reno. And the fact that there may be one more at least, since Hojo has been given funding again!" He took a deep breath, calmed himself. "So you can probably guess why I have very little concern for the President Rufus Shinra's state of anxiety or anger. This is far more important to me."

"W-wait a moment! Brother?" Reno stopped dead in his tracks, staring wide eyed at the regal figure in front of him. Sephiroth patiently waited, his head tilted slightly. Yes, there were undeniable similarities between them that went beyond their outer appearance...

"But..." Reno shook his head, trying to make sense of all the new information. "But you can´t just tell him that. I mean, we have to be careful and all. I don´t want him to run amok... He is human, I know that, but he probably won´t take that well. It might overwhelm him... And this is about Yazoo in the first place I hope, not about you. I will not let you harm him." Reno had narrowed his eyes again, to underline that he was dead serious.

"I don't plan on telling him until he asks." Sephiroth countered. "Until he wants to know. It was sudden for me...though I was ready to ask. The reason why I revolted so strongly, was only because I felt I was in danger. The newfound freedom and humanity was threatened to be taken away."

He paused. "I would not harm him Reno, and I'm glad to know that you would kill for him. It may mean he won't have to realize he's not a machine."

Reno relaxed a bit at that. "So what´s the next step then? How do you make him want to know? He´s quite stubborn, you know."

He gave a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was hard for Reno to make sense of all this, how was Yazoo supposed to understand? And what... if he changed after he knew? What if he didn´t want to be with Reno anymore, feeling betrayed or seeing him as one of the bad guys? Reno was working for Rufus after all... But that wasn´t of any concern was it? Even if Yazoo came to hate him, he deserved to know, had a right to.

"You may make it easier, actually. You said he was close before...to wanting. I didn't do it alone either." Sephiroth didn't want to go into details about his affair with Cloud, but he wouldn't be standing here without the influence of the blond man.

"That is, if you would help us."

"Well..." Reno had to think about that for a moment. "It seems that we have the same goal actually. But you´re still kidnapping scumbags, yo, and I don´t trust you. You make one wrong peep and we´re outta hear, yo?"

He really was torn between his loyalties to Shinra and his concern for Yazoo... But this might be the boy´s only chance to find out the truth about himself. And Rufus might dump him at the next best whim.

"Fair enough." Sephiroth said with a smile. "Let me show you to the common room...and you can ask Yazoo to stop playing poker in his head."

"...'kay."

Reno wondered if Yazoo was actually really playing that stupid game, but knowing that air head he probably did. A small smile crossed Reno´s feature as he shrugged to no one in particular and followed the silver haired man through the maze.

"How come you´re alive by the way? Your files said they termina- killed you."

"Hm. You should meet Zack Fair. He's still surface side who managed to become one of the best undercover agents for the underground. He's a supervisor in the Midgardian Operative Force, no one challenging his loyalty there. He and Cloud were the ones who got me out during the investigation of Fondoll after my project was compromised. He is quite ingenious. He should be here soon, and you'll meet him then."

They climbed the squeaky metal staircase together, a long, rusting spiral. To Reno's surprise, the common room was not the underground collection of haphazard furniture he expected, but rather a tasteful (though out of date) drawing room and eating area. There were others who looked up at their arrival, but they headed straight over to where Yazoo and Cloud sat on a brown leather chaise.

"How ya doin´?" Reno asked, sitting down beside Yazoo. His smile seemed a bit forced now. These people were still creepy, they had creepy connections and this whole underground place gave Reno the creeps as well! For Yazoo´s sake he´d grin and bear it though.

"I'm doing well Sir. Though playing poker against oneself...without a deck of cards is rather difficult." Yazoo admitted, and Reno knew that Sephiroth's smirk was because of what they'd discussed earlier.

"If I can convince you that we're not going to poison you, can I get you anything to eat?"

"I dunno... you hungry?" Reno turned towards Yazoo who was still blank faced, as if he was concentrating on something hard. "You can stop now," the redhead laughed, slightly nervous. With all those freaks here who knew if they didn´t misinterpret the situation, thinking Reno was mentally abusing Yazoo or something.

"I do require a meal Sir, yes, thank you." Yazoo smiled, and it seemed he was less distracted now. He'd probably stopped dealing hands in his head now. He didn't seem to mind their surroundings, didn't seem to be wary at all-unlike Reno. "Have you had an informative talk?"

Reno did look to be more relaxed, at least a little, so the talk must have gone well.

"Yeah, kinda." His eyes shifted briefly over to Sephiroth and Cloud who were watching the exchange with interest. "They are okay people, I guess. We´ll be staying with them for awhile."

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Tseng was clearly overworked.

There was too much to do even when it had just been the Chairman disappearing, or terrorists to deal with, it was a bit much, and a bit stressful. But now, with the news that his vice-chief of security and the President's sex doll had disappeared-and had appeared to have been taken forcibly. It was almost too much.

The terrorists were making outrageous demands, Rufus was being unreasonable and would not deal with priorities, which left Tseng to handle the summit security AND be reprimanded by his boss for being negligent? Tseng folded his hands in front of him, a tick appearing on his temple.

How he longed to bring in the mechanical Chairman-it wasn't ready yet, or to just shut Rufus up for one second about that damned doll! He cleared his throat in the middle of Rufus' tirade.

"Sir, if I may. I have many things to deal with for you. I would prefer to be able to deal with them. Unless there is something directly concerning me, may I ask your leave please."

He sounded weary, moreso than Rufus had heard him before. But then again, the President rarely paid much attention to Tseng's moods all that much...

Rufus stopped short in his rant, too startled for a moment to say something. It actually looked like he had been frozen all of a sudden, his hands in the air, his forceful march through the office halted by the invisible wall of uncaring frustration that emitted from Tseng.

"...I beg your pardon?"

Maybe Rufus had just misheard; yes, that must be it. Tseng´d never dare to interrupt him like that! It must be the stress playing tricks on his mind. Though Tseng did look kind of ready to snap.

Tseng didn't back down. Right now, Rufus was acting like a petulant child whose favorite toy had been taken away. "I would ask your leave Sir. To deal with the summit security issues. No one has implemented any exact measures, and you've left it to me Sir. I would like to be able to do my job."

Tseng knew he was testing Rufus here, but he didn't want to listen to this anymore! It was like Rufus was obsessed with Yazoo far worse than he had been with other dolls. Yazoo was supposed to alleviate his stress, not cause more! A doll that didn't do its job...and maybe, just maybe, Tseng was feeling a little under-appreciated because of it.

"... Are you out of your mind?"

Rufus was still shell shocked, his expression blank, and he was too surprised to be angry. Tseng looked at him darkly, almost menacingly and something like a cold shudder ran down the president´s spine. He narrowed his eyes, giving the man behind the desk a taxing look. It couldn´t be...? Within a split second, Rufus was by the desk and pinched Tseng in the cheek. When the man winced in surprise, Rufus retreated, still blank faced.

"It´s really you..." Then he frowned though. "What´s the matter?"

Absently he noticed that Tseng had very soft cheeks, actually.

"What's the matter, Sir?" Tseng's brow furrowed. He really had to try to refrain from being sarcastic or snapping. Rufus couldn't see?

"Sir, I've been having to organize the entire Summit for the past two days because it seems that no one wants their security to be jeopardized. But in the same breath does not wish to step up to enforce their ridiculous requests for increased peace of mind. Also, I am still leading the investigation into the disappearance of the Chairman, supervising the replacement's construction progress, all the while trying to keep on top of your own very important safety Sir." Tseng folded his arms. "And now that your doll is missing, I'm afraid even I cannot keep up with all that you ask. I'm not a machine, afterall Sir."

The last sentence sounded bitter for some reason.

"Well..." Rufus crossed his arms, stubbornly and arrogantly, even though inwardly he was at a loss on how to handle the situation. Tseng had never complained before.

"Get an assistant then. Or..." his forehead wrinkled in concentration as he kept thinking about the issue. "Let´s delegate the unimportant matters to someone else. There´s a reason why I have such a large amount of staff. They can do something for the money I pay them. They can take care of security and the terrorist issue, while we concentrate on the kidnapping of Yazoo."

Rufus was very satisfied with his decision and actually beamed a bit with pride.

Tseng, on the other hand, was furious inside. The summit, unimportant? Rufus callously thought that the well being of his sex toy was more important than matters of state?

"I hardly think that is the priority Sir." Tseng ground out, trying to keep his tone even. "For you to become uninvolved in the summit would be unwise, I believe."

"How can you say that it is no priority," Rufus growled, starting to get irritated. "I haven´t asked you about your opinion, if I remember correctly, so keep your mouth shut and do what you are told. We will concentrate on the search and retrieval of my property."

Rufus shot his inferior a sharp look and then lifted his chin, adding from above, "If you feel overwhelmed by the situation then maybe it is time to search for someone more competent to take your position."

"Maybe I should, Sir." Tseng shot back, upset at the haughty look his boss gave him. Whether it was the sudden influx of over-work that he'd had recently, the lack of sleep, or the strange feeling of jealousy that he'd experienced from the first moment that Rufus had excepted his doll, but Tseng was not about to give Rufus the satisfaction today. He'd done too much for this man, covered too much up; done too much dirty work-and all for no praise, and no recognition. Could Rufus really be this blind?

"Maybe you should just fire me on the spot. Then maybe you'll realize how much I do that you don't even realize. For example; do you even know your security code for your own office Sir? Could you even get back in without me?" He waited a moment, saw the flash in Rufus' eyes.

"It's 76190383739671-RSP. Do you know your code for overriding your security at your penthouse?" Another pause, "TU977-HI272890ToO. What about for a simple outgoing call to an unlisted contact? I could go on Sir."

As realization hit him that, indeed, he didn´t know any of these things and had never bothered to learn them, therefore making his threat sound ridiculous, Rufus paled and he hissed, "Shut. Up."

Vaguely he remembered the conversation he´d had with Yazoo, about how he relied on Tseng and trusted him, and that he should show his appreciation more often, but that was not possible right now. Rufus felt like he´d been slapped in the face by the only person he trusted indeed.

"Don´t you dare threaten me. Just because you can memorize some numbers doesn´t make you irreplaceable, and you better remember that, because I am this close to have a bullet put into your damn head!"

"And who would you have do that Rufus? Me? Would you order me to kill myself?"

It suddenly became very clear to Rufus exactly how much responsibilities he left to Tseng.

There was a pause.

"I give you my resignation." Tseng spat, his eyes hard, "Will that do?"

"Yes, that will do just fine, but you will do your job first," Rufus replied just as fiercely, but his voice was faltering. Tseng couldn´t really mean that he was leaving, could he? Rufus had just told him to do his job, was that too much to ask for?

"First we have to get Yazoo back, you can do whatever you want then." That at least would buy him some time to get back control over the situation that somehow had totally gotten out of hand.

Tseng's grip on his arm surprised Rufus, so much so that when he was swung back around to face his employee; he was a little off balance and fell forward into his arms. He glowered, and the look was returned.

"You'd let me go? Without a single word?" Tseng's voice was hushed, incredulous. "Do I really mean that little to you? Are you really such a callous brat that people mean nothing to you?"

Tseng's gaze pierced him, and there was a moment between them where Rufus could feel Tseng's furious breath on his cheek; noticed how soft the fall of his hair was against his neck; found himself wondering why he'd never noticed how black his eyes were before.

"I hate you." Tseng said, just above a whisper. "And I hate the fact that I would die for you, if you asked me to."

Rufus was not prepared for what happened next either, could not explain the strangely soft caress against his lips. He was also too perplexed to put up much resistance. Tseng´s words were inwardly making him wince and to his surprise Rufus found that yes, he did care. He did not want to lose Tseng, as an employe or an acquaintance (friend) either. But the man had said that he wanted to go himself, hadn´t he? It was strange how empty Rufus felt at Tseng declaring that he hated his boss, and how thrilled at the same time that Tseng´d die for him. Besides, the dark haired man´s very contradictory actions were confusing Rufus. He´d never been good with empathy, understanding and dealing with people, so all he could do was half moan half growl against Tseng´s lips.

All of Tseng's frustration seemed to be coming out in that kiss, and his arms snaked around Rufus, pulling him closer to him. The press on his lips became more insistent, and Rufus felt his tongue prod his lips apart, and with another growl, their tongues met as each one started to contest for dominance.

Tseng was angry-Rufus was a brat who needed to be put in his place. He shouldn't be allowed to treat people like shit just because he was powerful. His fingers twined into the hair at the back of Rufus' skull, and he pulled his head back sharply, exposing his throat.

"You're nothing but a spoiled brat, Sir..." He said, his voice husky as his lips attacked the line of Rufus' neck.

"And you... are a very disobedient employe" Rufus breathed, clawing at Tseng´s suit, not sure if he was trying to push the man away or pull him closer. Part of him was reprimanding himself that they had way more important things to do (finding Yazoo) and the other part was so sexually starved and excited by Tseng´s unusual display of aggressiveness that it made Rufus´ head swim.

"Apparently that spoiled brat also seems quite attractive to you," he then observed with a lifted brow when he felt something very hard and solid press against his thigh.

"Yes, he always has." Tseng admittedly freely, one hand sneaking up the back of Rufus' shirt; untucked just as skillfully. He felt the shiver that the contact caused.

"Which makes him that much more insufferable," he growled into Rufus' ear as his hips pressed forward on their own accord.

Rufus couldn´t help the smirk; if Tseng was attracted to him then it also meant that Tseng wouldn´t leave him, which in turn suggested that their little problem was taken care of.

"So... in essence you´re just being bitchy because you´re jealous of my doll, aren´t you?"

As it was, Rufus just seldom knew when to shut up unless it was something professional about his business. When it came to social skills Rufus was hopeless because he had never learned to be had just bitten into his shoulder and the president shivered, feeling his own cock pulse and grow with blood.

"You ungrateful son of a bitch." Tseng's teeth ground together and he threw the president off him forcefully, making him fall back onto the chaise. He was on him in an instant, knees on either side of him, pinning him to the furniture.

"You just don't get it, do you? Can't figure out for yourself why anyone might give a damn for another human being."

Rufus opened his mouth to protest.

"Shut up." Tseng ordered. "Because you clearly don't know what's good for you. Just shut up."

His hair slipped over his shoulder as he leaned forward to press his lips to Rufus' again, "Sir..." he whispered silkily.

Again, Rufus was taken off-guard by the strong reaction. Tseng didn´t seem himself today, unpredictable and less than ready to comply. Maybe Rufus really better shut up, because Tseng was a bit scary right now, and physically he stood no chance against him. He couldn´t have said anything anyway, with that sleek tongue invading him, plundering his mouth, tasting every millimeter.

Tseng felt a bit dizzy, actually. The surge of his pulse thundered in his ears as one hand slipped around to cup Rufus' jaw, to pull them closer together. What was he doing? This was clearly a sure way to get fired, but as his other hand slid down the front of Rufus' expensive shirt, feeling the buttons strain under his palm, he found he liked this and that he should have done this far sooner. His palm settled just above the front of Rufus' trousers, but he could already feel the President's interest.

"Tell me you don't like this and I'll stop. And I'll leave this office, and you won't see me again." He whispered. "Tell me to stop and I'll go."

The unexpected retreat made Rufus blink, looking up into the man´s dark, exotic eyes looming above him. He probably should tell Tseng to fuck off, to leave the office immediately. He should punish the man for his insolence, his disobedience, for becoming emotional during work.

What was wrong with Tseng? Why wasn´t he functioning right today?

Maybe because he wasn´t a doll. Though it seemed that the cyber servants were breaking easily these days as well (Yazoo being the most recent example), humans might not be as easily fixed. It wasn´t just about the one or other loose screw. Tseng seemed to have exploded right into Rufus' face; he was angry and frustrated and aggressive. And there was no switch to turn it off. If he wanted Tseng to stay (and Rufus just realized that he wanted that very much ) he had to do something.

What had Yazoo said today?

Show him that he appreciated him. Acknowledge his achievements. And what if Rufus had been right? What if Tseng really was jealous? His heart began racing at that thought again, and the president licked his lips, still looking up.

"You can stay, if you like."

The simple sentence made Tseng's heart skip a beat. "I would very much like to stay Sir." He shifted over top of Rufus again, sliding one knee in between Rufus' legs.

"Thank you." He dipped his head again, and this time, the kiss was softer and very much like the simple kiss that Rufus had received from Yazoo that night...it was different though, it was from Tseng and made his stomach flip in a strange but not unpleasant way. Then there was the slight but evident pressure from Tseng's knee, which made his initial "interest" grow even more. Tseng's hand moved lower to cup the beginnings of Rufus' erection.

"So I may continue, Sir?" Tseng's breath tickled the shell of his ear, warm and moist.

"Y-you may," Rufus allowed heavily, lids dropping, pelvis pushing up into the teasing touch. For a very brief moment the blond was asking himself what he was doing here; but then he shoved the thought aside. Tseng taking control like that was strange, but on the other hand it made his spine tingle up to his scalp and Rufus' nipples hardened underneath his shirt, poking up. He could feel them rub against the silken fabric and it reminded him that his inferior had nipples too that might appreciate some attention.

Reaching up Rufus slipped a hand past the suit jacket and searched for the little bud to twist and tease it between his fingers until Tseng´d squirm. Tseng started (only a little) at the reciprocated touch. He hadn't expected that from Rufus. The touch made his skin tingle and he inhaled sharply as Rufus pinched a little harder. He began to rub along the line of Rufus' cock through his trousers, stroking along with the insistent lift of his hips. Rufus' hands felt amazing, and Tseng wanted more. Wanted to be able to feel more... He paused, covering Rufus' hand with his own to guide it to the button hidden underneath the collar of his tie.

Rufus willingly complied, giving the button a little push and it sprang open immediately. These days were lucky days, because there was no fumbling with buttons anymore... Tseng´s tie loosened just as easily, as did the rest of his shirt buttons. Getting a bit impatient Rufus tore at the shirt and the suit jacket, pulling it over Tseng´s shoulders and revealing a perfect, smooth marble skinned chest. Including two dark velvety nipples.

"You look very mechanical," the blond muttered, meaning it as a compliment. There was no flaw - well, almost. Narrowing his eyes, Rufus traced a thin white scar with his fingertips, that reached from Tseng´s left shoulder down to his collarbone.

"I suppose that's a good thing, coming from you, Sir." Tseng's lips twitched into a smile. He shuddered as Rufus traced the thin scar. It was an old wound-one he got from training long ago, that he had decided to not have the medics close completely to remind him how close it had been. How fast he needed to become. Rufus' fingertips made it tingle again... He let Rufus explore, trying to hide the shivers his touch evoked.

"But I'm not a machine, Rufus..." His fingers had stopped stroking Rufus through the expensive material of his trousers, and now were deftly working on getting him out of them.

"Will that be able to satisfy you?" He teased, his hand slipping against skin now, brushing against Rufus' hardness. With a sigh Rufus arched up into Tseng´s touch, back lifting off the sofa, head falling back a bit.

"I don´t know," he said, honesty swinging in his low, heavy voice. During sex Rufus always became vulnerable and sort of lost his cool and superior attitude - which was one of the reasons why he had only dolls as sex partner. He couldn´t take the chance of anyone seeing him like that, stripped to the core of his soul, raw and exposed. But he couldn´t go back now, he was horny and needy as hell and Tseng´s hands felt so good on him! Still he managed to breath, "If you hurt me I´ll kill you."

It didn´t sound so much as a threat but a request to please not hurt Rufus. The statement earned him a chuckle from Tseng, along with the reassurance; "I won't hurt you Rufus," followed by the feeling of his own shirt being un-tucked and unbuttoned.

Tseng smoothed the fabric of his shirt to the side, exposing Rufus' chest as the other hand finally encircled his cock and started lazily stroking a slow rhythm. He flicked an already erect nipple, liking the way it made Rufus' breath catch, and wondered what else would make the President moan; whimper; scream... He dropped down to lick at Rufus' chest, swirling his tongue around his nipple before gently nibbling at it.

"You better not," Rufus warned, but it sounded quite distracted. Tseng´s warm lips had wrapped around his tight bud, a wet tongue was pushing it around to a point where it was so unbearable that Rufus had to relieve some of the tension with a low moan. His body was so warm and pumping with tension and pleasure and he felt exposed lying almost naked underneath his inferior, his nipples and genital exposed like that. At least he got a little bit of payback, because Rufus' own hands had wandered down Tseng´s back to his rear end, and they gripped the firm, fleshy buttocks.

"Very mechanical indeed," the blond uttered hazily, squeezing appreciatively again.

Again, Tseng was surprised by the touch-but it was not unwelcome. He arched back into Rufus' touch, still keeping the rhythm on Rufus' erection. His gaze met Rufus', and an eyebrow twitched upwards. Rufus looked so...human. Pleasant almost. The stoic exterior he kept on while having to deal with anyone had fallen away-his cheeks were flushed, his lips moist and parted, and his eyes darkened with sexual desire. Tseng bit back a moan at the sight. He really would do anything for this man... He shifted backwards until he was nestled in between Rufus' thighs, his chin level with Rufus' pelvis. He shot another look up towards Rufus' face as his tongue snuck out to lick tentatively at the tip of Rufus' cock.

Regretfully Rufus had to let go of Tseng´s ass when the man shifted, but he was immediately compensated by Tseng lapping at his pulsing dick. Rufus could feel his bodyguard caress a prominent vein, could feel his breath sway softly over the length of his shaft. His fingers easily found their way into Tseng´s long mane that felt just as silky and fine as Rufus always had imagined it would be. Adding pressure to his grip, the blond pushed Tseng´s mouth closer and bucked up, wanting to be taken in.

"Come on, suck me..."

Tseng's lips parted at the request, sliding halfway down Rufus' length; Rufus could feel Tseng's tongue trace the sensitive underside even as he sank downwards. Tseng's cheeks hollowed as he sucked gently and came back up, the inside of his cheeks creating the loveliest pressure against Rufus' need. His hand encircled the base of his cock, stroking in opposition to his lips, and threatening to drive Rufus over the edge too soon.

Ah, this felt so good! And so different from his usual partners too! Dolls were perfect, but limited. They had a fixed number of movements and they were caught in loops that made them predictable. But this... the way Tseng´s tongue moved, twitched in a way Rufus couldn´t anticipate, the loud, wet noises he produced, those full lips squeezing around him every now and again... It was heavenly, almost too much and Rufus expressed so by pumping his hips up, shoving his cock into Tseng´s skilled mouth, fucking his throat with hisses and sharp breaths.

Tseng's scalp tingled from the pressure of Rufus' fingertips gripping his hair, and it sent shivers down his spine and across his skin. He'd waited...so long for this. To have Rufus here, underneath him. He relaxed his jaw, let his lips slide along Rufus' length as he fucked his mouth. Loved to see him lose such control. At this moment, if Tseng stopped, he'd likely be able to make Rufus do anything. Even beg... His own fingers tightened against Rufus' hips and around the base of his cock. He'd love to hear Rufus beg for release. He pushed himself up, out of Rufus' demanding grip. Watched the emotion play openly on Rufus' features. Lovely.

"I'd like to do more than that Sir."

"I bet you do," Rufus uttered under his accelerated breathing, partly sardonic, partly thrilled. It wasn´t like he didn´t want to do more than that, either... "Just get on your knees then," he suggested, caught up in his own patterns of how a coupling involving Rufus Shinra should go. And really, he was curious how it would feel to be inside Tseng, even though the thought also carried a slightly awkward note with it.

Tseng's lips twitched into a smile. "You know Sir, that's not exactly what I had in mind."

His hand moved on Rufus' length again and he could feel the small, impatient thrust of Rufus' hips upwards into the too-slow stroke. "I would rather teach you a lesson in humility, Sir, if you would be able to learn. You see," His palm squeezed tighter around Rufus' erection briefly, "You really are a brat. Who's had everything handed to them in life. You really don't have any idea what it feels like to be the underdog. To have to earn what you want. I have no intention on giving you anything unless you ask properly for it. And it has to be something that I want to give you."

His smile widened. "Do you think you know how to ask me nicely, Rufus?"

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