Unstable
Summary: Genesis gets congratulated by Sephiroth in the most unexpected way. Genesis and Sephiroth start their turbulent relationship and you should all pity poor Angeal! A Collab between Soyna and BMIK
Rating: If you have read any of BMIK's or my stuff, you know this is rated Mature in nature. That means that there will be men love (yaoi), bad language and a lot of bad attitude as well.
Tseng: Soyna
Rufus: BMIK
Tseng was furious with himself. Talking with the president, he was distracted the whole time. That was not good. He was going to have to take some tension out and the horrible thing was that he almost dialed Lazard.
That was unlike him.
He walked into Rufus' office and looked for the boy. He was pleased to see Dark Nation was sleeping on her pillow and Rufus was working at his computer. The boy looked annoyed as he worked on the keyboard.
"I'm busy," Rufus snapped, without looking up from the screen. He just tried to get access into the video system, to check himself what was going on between Tseng and Lazard. He felt like crying, like hiding in his bed and crying like a wimp out of frustration and anger, because he couldn't control that man! It drove him mad, because he always got his will with everyone, and this was some majorly annoying itch!
The person didn't leave though, and Rufus' blond head swirled in anger. When he saw Tseng though, he paled and stiffened.
"Playing solitaire again," Tseng accused as he stared at him. "I have never known you to get your work done on time without ... prompting." Tseng walked over to Dark Nation and grabbed her collar. She grumbled but stood as he led her to the balcony. He didn't want to be interrupted with her checking on Rufus. She was a very good Guard Hound and he trained her well. She yawned loudly as he shooed her outside. He could see her hopping onto a chair that Rufus often used when he was supposed to be working, curl up and close her eyes again.
"I don't think you have any meeting today, if I remember you calendar correctly," he said as he walked toward the desk and enjoyed every tense line on Rufus' body. It thrilled him knowing that he did that to him. Why he couldn't do that to Lazard was beyond him.
Rufus' blue eyes followed Tseng warily, angrily. The man was making him go weak in the knees again, even though Rufus knew now what he had done. "Get out of my office, bitch. I didn't call you." That was a bold move, that made his stomach sink a bit, but Tseng had made him angry, and apparently he wanted someone to dominate him... so Rufus would give it a try.
Tseng narrowed his eyes and lunged forward. He grabbed the boy by the arm, pulling him out of the chair in one quick move and pushing him face first on his desk with a little more force than he intended. Seeing the fear flare up in his eyes for that moment set fire to his blood. "I think you should be careful what you call me!" He hissed as he looked at the computer screen.
So, Rufus was trying to stalk him to see what he was doing. "You should leave the snooping to the Turks, boy." He easily reached over and shut down the computer. "That's my job, not yours. Your job is to look pretty for your father," he leaned close into him and bit his ear sharply, "and me."
Rufus bit his tongue to not cry out. Burning tears shot into his eyes but he tried to blink them away. "I know what you did with my imbecile half-brother." He hated the fact that his belly fluttered and that he was getting hard at the rough treatment. Tseng had called him pretty...
Rufus tried to wriggle out of the firm grip, to no avail. All it did was adding more friction to his pulsing cock and stiffening nipples...
"What I do to get my information and do my job is none of your business," he growled into Rufus' ear and held him firm. He loved the fight that Rufus always put on. The struggle to be so much stronger than he was. Tseng pressed his lips against his neck and felt his pulse racing. He kept him firmly placed against the desk as he ravaged this throat. Tseng enjoyed biting and Rufus' skin marked so easily.
It was a good thing he took to wearing turtlenecks.
A deep moan wriggled itself out of Rufus' tense body as he unconsciously pushed his ass against Tseng's crotch. The images of the man getting fucked hard and fast infiltrated his mind and he tried to push them away. Maybe it really didn't matter? Tseng had come back to him after all.
"You are my employee, it is my business," he ground out petulantly, shifting his neck in a weak attempt to shy away from Tseng's teeth and lips.
Tseng reached up and grabbed Rufus' hair and pulled his head to the side in a hard yank to continue to bit his neck. His skin pulled deliciously between his teeth. He pressed his body firmly against Rufus. The boy was always so needy despite his defiant words. "I am your father's employee. Until you take over the company you are mine to control," Tseng said. He bit his neck and could see his teeth imprint he left behind. "Understand."
"I hate you," Rufus hissed, for the umpteenth time. To his ears it sounded pleasingly fierce and convincing. More tears came to his eyes, as he tried to push himself off the desktop but Tseng wouldn't let him. "And I wonder what will happen if I tell my father about your escapades..." Of course he wouldn't do that. If Tseng was gone, what would he do then? But it was nice to be able to threaten the man anyways.
"He wouldn't believe you," Tseng growled and tugged on his hair again. "After all, you are nothing but a brat." He bit his neck again and started to move to his shoulder. Rufus' shirt was getting in the way, so he ripped it to get at his flesh. He abused, bit and slapped Rufus on a regular basis and the marks never lasted very long on his pale skin. It was a wonderful experiment that he did a little while back to see how long they lasted on his skin and how much pain he could endure.
Rufus could endure a lot.
"I have proof," Rufus moaned, but his mind was drifting off. He wanted Tseng to touch him more, to yank down his pants, caress his asshole, to fuck him into oblivion, here on this desk like he had done so many times before. He wanted Tseng deep inside him, the man's hard, big cock piercing his soft, sensitive flesh until he came screaming all over his papers...
Trying to will those urges away, Rufus stilled, hoping it'd cool his blood a bit.
"Proof that you are a brat?" Tseng chuckled as he tugged on his hair again as he stilled. He was going to be defiant today, it seemed. "There is plenty of proof of that." Tseng liked it when he was defiant. It made it more fun. He moved back from him, grabbing the ripped collar of his shirt and tugging him back, throwing him in his chair.
Rufus' cheeks were delightfully flushed and his eyes were full of anger. Tseng started to pull on his belt and was thrilled with the look on Rufus' face as he took it off. Rufus could never be still or resist him for long.
"Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" Rufus spat, glaring, but his hips betrayed him as they rocked forward desperately. He wanted to be touched, he wanted Tseng to see him in all his needy glory... not that Rufus was aware of that.
Tseng smiled as he thought of what he wanted to do to the boy. He pulled the belt in his hand and looped it around Rufus' neck and pulled it tight. Rufus could still breathe but now he would have a lot more control with a simple tug. The belt was more effective than a collar and leash from Dark Nation as he saw his blue eyes sparkle with shock. He took a step back from him. "Strip and make it quick," he commanded barely able to contain himself at his command. He should have waited until they were back in his condo, where he could tie the boy up properly, but lessons had to be learned when he was defied.
"Now!" Tseng tugged on the belt.
"You'll regret this," Rufus gasped, but really he was pretty turned on. And he didn't have a choice, did he? Tseng had him trapped and there was nothing else he could do but obey... Thus he unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers, aware of the cold gaze that roamed his flushed body relentlessly as he peeled out of his clothes. First came his jacket and the shirt, then he slowly pulled his pants lower, over his erection and his ass, letting it glide down his legs.
Tseng always enjoyed making him strip off his layers of clothes. Rufus wore so many and he never understood why. He had such a lean and desirable body. Not that Tseng would ever tell him that. Despite the fury in his eyes, Rufus was obviously turned on by his actions, as was to be expected. He tugged on the belt, "I think I need to have you start wearing a butt plug," he said as he brought the naked body close to him and ran his other hand over the bare back and ass, giving it a sharp smack. "That way I could fuck you quicker. Would you like that? I am sure you would."
He leaned in and laid a series of nibbles along his shoulder, enjoying how red his bites caused his skin to become.
At the mentioning of a butt plug Rufus' breath hitched and his cock twitched visibly. Tears of embarrassment threatened to overcome him but again he clenched his jaw and willed them away. He'd felt a shiver in his hole too, an excited little tremor that went up to his belly. He wanted to be filled, again and again, but he couldn't just tell Tseng that. "Just get it over with, whatever nastiness you have planned again," he spat, not able to look Tseng in the eye.
Tseng massaged his ass coming close to his entrance but not touching it. "Would you like me to fuck you dry? That way you will order your own lube or make sure you are prepared at all times for me." Tseng would never admit that he loved it when Rufus prepared himself. He made him do it a lot and it was quite a turn on watching the young man twist and turn under his own fingers. The thought of Rufus ensuring that he was fuckable at all times was very pleasing to him. "I think that is something we should ensure." He slapped his ass again and watched Rufus shudder under his hands.
He was almost tempted to take him with just a spit fuck to ensure that he was ready for next time.
He pulled back but kept his hand on the belt. "Get the lube and slick me up," he commanded. His pants were painfully tight at the moment.
Rufus refrained from giving a reply. It was better that way, his voice would have sounded small and weak now. He reached into the top drawer and got the lube, Tseng being generous enough to allow him and move that much. Opening the bottle Rufus smeared the cool liquid in his hand, licking his lips and then grabbing into Tseng's pants to get out the man's erection. The pulsing warm flesh made Rufus' belly jump, especially as he slickened it with impatient, hash movements, tugging at the flesh, wanting it inside him.
Tseng could feel how impatient Rufus was by his hands actions. He tugged on the collar harshly. "Be nice to the equipment or you won't get any of it." It was a lie. He wanted to fuck Rufus senseless and prove to himself that he could dominate him. After Lazard turning him into putty so many times, he was sure he had lost his touch, but he was glad that it was not the case.
It still bothered him a bit that Lazard was able to make him whimper and allow himself to be dominated, but that was to think of later. He had a warm hand on his cock and a willing ass to pillage.
Rufus forced himself to slow down, gripping the pulsing member more gently and letting his fist glide up and down the length. He squeezed it a bit tough and couldn't stop staring at it. His breathing accelerated and his other hand twitched to touch himself down there, where his excited hole drove him crazy. He wanted to touch himself so much.
"That's better," Tseng said as he let go of the belt a bit to allow him a bit more breathing room. "Much better," he started to turn and sat down in Rufus' plush chair. The contact was broken but he didn't mind at all. "Ride me, Rufus. I know you want it. Ride me." He pulled on the belt to encourage him. His whole body was crying out with need and he could see it. It was going to be a long ride for Rufus and he hoped that he wouldn't be able to walk after to teach the brat from being such a snoop in his personal life.
Tseng was in control here and that was what he needed to know.
Oh, Rufus so wanted that. He hurriedly rubbed his own hole with his already slick fingers, pushing one inside and then a second, but he was actually too impatient to prepare himself much. Climbing onto Tseng, he held the man's cock firmly in hand and then lowered his ass, impaling himself with a long moan of relief and pain. It did hurt, but he needed that too, otherwise he would have just come.
Tseng tugged on the belt and grit his teeth at how tight it was. He slapped Rufus' ass and encouraged him to move. He was going to make him do all the work and he seemed more than eager to do it. "Faster," he commanded.
"You're so big," Rufus moaned and it sounded like half a complaint. His lids had dropped as he started to rock his hips back and forth, rising and falling on the hard rod that kept pushing and pulling in and out of his tight hole. Quickly enough Rufus found an angle where he just hit his pleasure spot repeatedly and abandoned all self-control, using Tseng's cock to fuck himself into oblivion.
Tseng tugged on the leash, "Ah, ah. Slow down." He knew when he found that spot because Rufus' whole body started to shiver, but he didn't want it to be over quickly. He reached down and pressed on the base of Rufus' cock to keep him from coming. "No rushing now, you slut."
Whimpering, Rufus forced himself to slow, even though it was pure torture. Now Tseng's cock penetrated him in a manner that was not satisfying, but the bastard seemed to enjoy it. Rufus was still moaning, because now it got more intense and the prolonging of his orgasm drove him crazy...
Tseng leaned forward, putting one hand on Rufus' back to keep him in place and keeping him in position and he took his pert nipples into his mouth. At first he just licked and sucked on them to draw out more moans of need out of Rufus. He had to tug on the belt a few times to ensure that the pace kept to his liking. Then he used his teeth and tugged on the nipples.
Rufus was made for this type of treatment.
"Ah... I want to cum," Rufus panted, his hands on Tseng's shoulders digging into the man's suit. The Turk was torturing him again, on purpose and the hot lust that rushed through his veins needed release! His body twisted and arched and moaned in Tseng's lap, but he had no control over what was going to happen. He was utterly at Tseng's mercy and he hated and loved that at the same time. He doubted that Lazard was able to satisfy those needs of the head Turk. Only he— Rufus—could do this.
"Not yet," Tseng said as he pulled back from assaulting his chest. "You are going to behave for me, aren't you?" Tseng slowed the motions down even more, knowing how frustrated Rufus would be by that action.
"I...I will," Rufus complied through gritted teeth, forcing himself to still. Damn Tseng, he needed it so badly.
"Then you will stop snooping though the video feeds, won't you?" Tseng said, increasing his grip to what he knew was a bruising level. It was bad enough he was humiliated by Lazard, he didn't need to explain himself to the little brat in his lap.
Rufus bit his lip petulantly, his white teeth digging into the rosy flesh, but another jerk from Tseng and a calculated upwards thrust, that reminded the boy of what lay in wait for him if he complied, made him finally whisper, "I'll stop. Now... please..."
Tseng was satisfied with the response and tone that he got. He put his hands on his hips and allowed Rufus to start rocking again. "You have to wait until I am done," Tseng said. "You wouldn't want to upset me further, would you?"
He knew Rufus wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. He pulled on the belt. "Would you?"
Rufus wanted to cry in frustration. Finally he was allowed to go at his own pace again, but having to restrain himself was so cruel! He managed a half whimpered "No," but kept moving, and clenching his ass, because he wanted for Tseng to come. His orgasm was building rapidly and he could barely keep it at bay.
Tseng leaned back and enjoyed the movements. He was close but he knew that Rufus was much closer. He thrust himself upwards, knowing that Rufus would not be able to hold himself back for much longer and wanting him to come before him.
He had more control than that... at least with Rufus.
"I... I can't hold out a-anymore," Rufus panted, his body aflame with the need to be relieved. And Tseng wasn't helping with those powerful, vicious thrusts up inside him... and then it just became too much. Rufus couldn't hold out anymore and he came with a desperate, but happy and relieved cry, spilling his seed over Tseng's suit and his thighs.
Tseng had to hold himself back. Watching Rufus come was always a wonderful sight. He ground his teeth and endured his orgasm trying to control himself and made it through. "Oh, that was naughty of you," he hissed and tugged on the belt, bringing his mouth down for a hungry kiss. "You didn't wait for me."
"I'm sorry," Rufus moaned, slumping against Tseng's warm body. Feeling the man's cock still deep inside him, rubbing against his raw nerves and the soft spot there, drove him crazy. He didn't want it to end.
"You will be," Tseng said as he lifted Rufus off of his cock and roughly threw him against the desk. He let go of the belt and put a hand in the middle of Rufus' back to keep his chest pressed against the hard surface, not caring that the papers were being scattered and stained. He kicked Rufus' legs open and exposed his stretched hole to his eye. It looked like it hurt, but that is what the brat deserved and obviously liked.
He easily entered again and began pumping inside him at a pace that was causing him to push hard against the desk.
Tseng wanted him to have bruises after this encounter.
Even though he tried hard Rufus couldn't keep himself from crying out. Tseng was relentless! If anyone walked in on them like that Rufus couldn't show his face outside of the office anymore! But no one came, well, maybe except for Tseng who hovered over him, pumping into his ass, pressing him down.
Tseng took his time and slowed down for a few moments. He wanted Rufus to continue screaming. He liked that sound. But it was too much as he fought against him and finally he could not hold back. He gripped those delightful hips to still them and with one final thrust final came inside of him.
Rufus felt the man shivering above him and hot semen dripping out of him and down his milky thighs. At least Tseng stilled and Rufus' breathing slowed. His muscles relaxed too, and his eyes closed down. It seemed they both needed a moment, and Rufus didn't mind. For that second Tseng was his, and only his, and the man wasn't being vicious or brutal, but just at ease with himself and the world... and Rufus. But that wouldn't last.
Tseng pushed himself off the boy after he allowed himself to rest for a moment or two. He raised his head first and saw Dark Nation worriedly pacing at the door. He ran his hand down Rufus' back and pulled himself out. "Go wash up, and then we will go take Dark Nation for a walk," he said lowly as he tucked himself into his pants. He would have to change his shirt and jacket as Rufus had stained them, but he had extras around. He fell back in the chair and examined the young man who was struggling to stand in front of him.
Rufus tried not to look down at his legs where Tseng's semen rolled down his skin in big, slimy drops. His chin was marginally lifted, trying to maintain a facade of arrogance and pre-eminence while his ass was still wet and red from the man fucking him on his own desk. Then he wordlessly turned, limping over to the bathroom with as much dignity as he could muster, inwardly prevailing over Lazard.
I know, I missed a week, forgive me. Kinda had a bad week and had a hard time and by the time I was well enough, it was Thursday so I made you wait.
Hope you are still enjoying.
I must say, I do enjoy torturing Rufus.
Tata for now.
