Chapter three
Authors notes: No one's reviewed in awhile, do I have fans out there? Any suggestions? I'm open. Enjoy
Rufus awoke slowly, feeling groggy, and thinking he'd rather sleep the rest of his god-forsaken life away, and that his pillow smelled kind of strange. It didn't smell like the usual detergent he used, and didn't smell like the apricot shampoo he's been using lately, but rather like Juniper, or some other sort of flower. He rolled over and saw and angel in the chair next to his bed.
He sat up with a short scream and realized he was surrounded by angels. He caught his breath. He wasn't even in his own room - he must have fallen asleep in Sephiroth's room, and Sephiroth let him sleep. How sweet. He must have taken the chair as a bed.
Sephiroths head lay against the bed, although he otherwise was entirely in the chair. Rufus brushed hair from Sephiroth's face and licked his lower lip.
He then realized his lip must have been split by the punch he received by his father the day before, and it seemed he must have bled on himself without realizing it. Sephiroth must have wiped off the blood as he slept.
Rufus leaned his head against the bed near Sephiroth, touching his forehead with his fingers. Sephiroth's lips parted slightly, a soft rattling sound from the back of his throat. Rufus ran his fingers across Sephiroth's face, touching the corners of his mouth. His eyelashes were long and his hair encircled his face, making him look like the angels pictured on the walls. His tongue wetted his lips as he slept, and Rufus did all he could not to smother Sephiroth were he was.
Sephiroth brought his hand to his face, twirling a strand of hair on his fingers. Rufus looked around. If he was to steal one kiss, just a small one, surely no one would find out. He hadn't had the opportunity to actually kiss anyone in his lifetime; he rarely was able to be in contact with people his own age, and when he was able to they were nothing pleasurable to look at. And it wasn't that he was...gay...just that he wasn't allowed women friends. A kiss was just a kiss, after all.
After a moment Rufus leaned forward. Sephiroth's breath was warm and smelled sweet, like chocolate. The legendary general's breath smelled like chocolate.
He tilted his head back, his lips parting a bit more and a deep sigh escaping from his mouth. Rufus leaned closer, his lips brushing against Sephiroth's. Sephiroth again licked his lips as he slept, his tongue making contact with Rufus' lips. Rufus caught his breath, his whole body shivering. Rufus pressed his lips gently against Sephiroth's, not wanting to wake him, but suddenly realizing how much he needed him. He was lonely. More so than he had initially understood; he needed this.
His kisses grew firmer, more confident, and he kissed for several moments before he realized he was also on the receiving end of the kisses. He let out a soft murmur as his kisses grew needier, and he felt Sephiroth's hands cradling the back of his neck as they kissed.
Rufus sat up, pulled himself onto Sephiroth's lap, straddling him. His excitement grew, and he realized that he had never tried to release this energy, never been able to, never really knew how to, and he didn't care where he got rid of it, just that he needed to express it, let it out, goddamn it, he was horny!!
Sephiroth pushed Rufus away, made him stand, and walked over to his desk. Rufus watched him, offended.
"What is it?"
Sephiroth wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
How dare he.
"What is it?"
"It's nothing - "
"What do you mean nothing?! You enjoyed it - "
"Please, sir, don't."
"Don't?! I am the vice president, if you have forgotten, you cannot tell me -"
"Rufus! Please, leave. I can't...WE can't."
Rufus felt his eyes sting. How dare he lead him on in such a way!
"What do you mean we can't?!"
"My career, your career, your HEALTH, if anyone found out - "
Rufus stood, enraged.
"You son of a bitch," he hissed, and stormed out.
How dare Sephiroth refuse him in such a way?! He was the Vice President! The vice president, and o one could tell him no!
But why was he so upset? He wasn't GAY after all. He just needed to do it, with anyone, it didn't matter who - well, sort of, not Heidegger - but the fact was, Sephiroth had led him on.
Rufus found himself crying. Why was he crying? He was acting ridiculous, like a child, like a fucking faggot -
No. His father had always told him that, but it wasn't true. Maybe it was a good thing Sephiroth said no; surely he would regret it in the end. But, he had come so close...
Authors notes: No one's reviewed in awhile, do I have fans out there? Any suggestions? I'm open. Enjoy
Rufus awoke slowly, feeling groggy, and thinking he'd rather sleep the rest of his god-forsaken life away, and that his pillow smelled kind of strange. It didn't smell like the usual detergent he used, and didn't smell like the apricot shampoo he's been using lately, but rather like Juniper, or some other sort of flower. He rolled over and saw and angel in the chair next to his bed.
He sat up with a short scream and realized he was surrounded by angels. He caught his breath. He wasn't even in his own room - he must have fallen asleep in Sephiroth's room, and Sephiroth let him sleep. How sweet. He must have taken the chair as a bed.
Sephiroths head lay against the bed, although he otherwise was entirely in the chair. Rufus brushed hair from Sephiroth's face and licked his lower lip.
He then realized his lip must have been split by the punch he received by his father the day before, and it seemed he must have bled on himself without realizing it. Sephiroth must have wiped off the blood as he slept.
Rufus leaned his head against the bed near Sephiroth, touching his forehead with his fingers. Sephiroth's lips parted slightly, a soft rattling sound from the back of his throat. Rufus ran his fingers across Sephiroth's face, touching the corners of his mouth. His eyelashes were long and his hair encircled his face, making him look like the angels pictured on the walls. His tongue wetted his lips as he slept, and Rufus did all he could not to smother Sephiroth were he was.
Sephiroth brought his hand to his face, twirling a strand of hair on his fingers. Rufus looked around. If he was to steal one kiss, just a small one, surely no one would find out. He hadn't had the opportunity to actually kiss anyone in his lifetime; he rarely was able to be in contact with people his own age, and when he was able to they were nothing pleasurable to look at. And it wasn't that he was...gay...just that he wasn't allowed women friends. A kiss was just a kiss, after all.
After a moment Rufus leaned forward. Sephiroth's breath was warm and smelled sweet, like chocolate. The legendary general's breath smelled like chocolate.
He tilted his head back, his lips parting a bit more and a deep sigh escaping from his mouth. Rufus leaned closer, his lips brushing against Sephiroth's. Sephiroth again licked his lips as he slept, his tongue making contact with Rufus' lips. Rufus caught his breath, his whole body shivering. Rufus pressed his lips gently against Sephiroth's, not wanting to wake him, but suddenly realizing how much he needed him. He was lonely. More so than he had initially understood; he needed this.
His kisses grew firmer, more confident, and he kissed for several moments before he realized he was also on the receiving end of the kisses. He let out a soft murmur as his kisses grew needier, and he felt Sephiroth's hands cradling the back of his neck as they kissed.
Rufus sat up, pulled himself onto Sephiroth's lap, straddling him. His excitement grew, and he realized that he had never tried to release this energy, never been able to, never really knew how to, and he didn't care where he got rid of it, just that he needed to express it, let it out, goddamn it, he was horny!!
Sephiroth pushed Rufus away, made him stand, and walked over to his desk. Rufus watched him, offended.
"What is it?"
Sephiroth wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
How dare he.
"What is it?"
"It's nothing - "
"What do you mean nothing?! You enjoyed it - "
"Please, sir, don't."
"Don't?! I am the vice president, if you have forgotten, you cannot tell me -"
"Rufus! Please, leave. I can't...WE can't."
Rufus felt his eyes sting. How dare he lead him on in such a way!
"What do you mean we can't?!"
"My career, your career, your HEALTH, if anyone found out - "
Rufus stood, enraged.
"You son of a bitch," he hissed, and stormed out.
How dare Sephiroth refuse him in such a way?! He was the Vice President! The vice president, and o one could tell him no!
But why was he so upset? He wasn't GAY after all. He just needed to do it, with anyone, it didn't matter who - well, sort of, not Heidegger - but the fact was, Sephiroth had led him on.
Rufus found himself crying. Why was he crying? He was acting ridiculous, like a child, like a fucking faggot -
No. His father had always told him that, but it wasn't true. Maybe it was a good thing Sephiroth said no; surely he would regret it in the end. But, he had come so close...
