Title :: Power Play
Authors :: AlexJ69 (Genesis, Lazard, Angeal), Whiskey (Tseng, Rufus)
Pairings :: Genesis/Rufus, Lazard/Rufus, implied Tseng/Rufus, and if you squint hard enough, implied Tseng/Lazard
Rating :: NC-17 overall
Warnings :: jailbait!Rufus, incest, masturbation, language, UST
Summary :: Lazard gives Genesis a mission that Genesis believes is beneath him, and he goes straight to the young vice president to appeal it. This is porn with a story lurking underneath, we think. Adapted from our RP, part 3 of many.
It was just after sunrise, and after a short trip to the break room to get some coffee, Lazard was found sitting in the briefing room, writing, reading, scrapping, and rewriting the latest SOLDIER newsletter. He wanted nothing short of perfection, and so far, his words just weren't coming together the way they usually did. He was doing a short piece on SOLDIER honor, a favor for Commander Hewley, and he just couldn't get the article to make sense. Maybe it was because he didn't quite grasp the concept the way the commander did. SOLDIER honor… what was that, exactly? Lazard thought for a moment. The men of SOLDIER were a breath away from being nothing but brutal killers riding on the wings of the Shinra propaganda spin machine. He read what he had so far, two sentences. He took a sip of his black coffee. This was going to be a long day.
Tseng was quite concerned with what his young charge had told him the previous day. He wasn't entirely sure whether Rufus had given full consent to Rhapsodos for their sexual encounter, and the thought of a boy as young as Rufus in any kind of situation that would threaten him or make him uncomfortable made cold fire boil up behind Tseng's eyes. He was fully intending to visit Director Lazard this morning and have a little talk about his SOLDIER. However, Lazard was never what he seemed to be, and Tseng was determined to get to the real truth behind the man's bespectacled eyes.
Tseng, unlike many others in Shinra, knew about Lazard's background, that he was Rufus' older half-brother. However, Lazard and Rufus hated each other, a fact which Tseng found unfortunate. Perhaps it wasn't his place to question the trust in others' families, but there had never been anything good between Rufus and Lazard, and perhaps there never would be. He couldn't count on brotherly compassion; Lazard would undoubtedly sympathize with Genesis. Thus, Tseng needed to approach the issue expecting to meet an enemy.
He had taken his morning tea and breakfast, and was quite ready to visit the director. Tseng adjusted his tie and ponytail and knocked on Lazard's door. "Tseng."
Oh, lovely. Exactly what he needed first thing in the morning. A Turk. He wondered what the Wutaian wanted. Hopefully the man wasn't playing messenger boy for Lazard's... father. He placed a pleasant smile on his lips, and cleaned his glasses. "Enter," he called out, sounding pleased that Tseng would choose to pay him a visit.
Tseng wasted no time. The door opened and he walked briskly to the center of the room. "Good morning, Lazard," he said curtly, bowing. "I regret that I must be the bearer of unpleasant news. It seems that one of your SOLDIERs, a Mr. Rhapsodos, has blackmailed the young Vice President Shinra into releasing him from a mission that he did not want." Tseng paused slightly. "He used unconventional means to garner this agreement. I have reason to believe that he forced the vice president to perform sexual favors for him." Tseng's eyes grew dark and cold. "I am wondering what sort of punishment Mr. Rhapsodos will receive for an act that I believe qualifies as treason. Rufus is still young and too trusting, and I will not condone such treatment to my charge. I know that you are a man of sound practices, Lazard, and this news must be upsetting to you."
Lazard noted the hurried pace and the anger in the dark-haired Turk's tone. The director interjected a brief "Good morning," but it was drowned out by the rest of Tseng's speech. Lazard cocked his head to the side, folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. The look on his face was passive as the Wutaian said that Genesis had blackmailed Rufus. Though he didn't believe it, he couldn't help but hope for it to be true. His cocky little bastard brother deserved it. Then came the shocker. Genesis Rhapsodos, SOLDIER First Class superstar, having to force anyone to perform sexual favors? Now, that would never happen. If anything, Lazard's little brother had just scored with the second hottest SOLDIER there was, and knowing Genesis' reputation for being a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy, the little shit was probably heartbroken and embarrassed. He wanted to smile and tell the Turk what he was thinking, but that would have been unprofessional. So he forced his lips into a line, and finally nodded his agreement with Tseng. "Of course I find this upsetting... if what you are saying is true." He removed his glasses and started cleaning them, as if they were more interesting than the Turk's news or desire to have one of his SOLDIERs punished. He placed the eyewear back on his face, and pushed the frame up his nose. "Tell me, have you brought any evidence to back up your accusations against a SOLDIER?"
Tseng grit his teeth. Of course Lazard was going to side with his men; that was simply who he was. 'Innocent until proven guilty,' the director would chirp with one of his phony smiles. Hell, he probably was smiling in that big blond head of his about Genesis' conquest. Tseng felt anger simmering in his chest. Rufus Shinra was nobody's conquest... except, perhaps one day, his own. But Lazard didn't need to know about that. And he would treat the boy far better anyhow. "I have plenty of evidence, sir," he rebuked, emphasizing the title disrespectfully. "I spoke with Rufus Shinra himself and took notes on the entire conversation. The boy was reluctant to speak, insisted that we be in private, and seemed frightened and heartbroken. Apparently he didn't have feelings for Mr. Rhapsodos, and found the encounter troubling. I do not want my sixteen-year-old charge to grow up believing that coercing sexual favors is normal, accepted behavior here at the Shinra Company, least of all for political purposes. Don't you care for your sibling's well-being, Director? It would truly be a shame if the boy were exposed to the same... ills I'm sure you encountered during your upbringing."
Lazard pleasantly smiled at the stab about his upbringing, though he was raging inside. However, if that was the only pot-shot the Turk could come up with, then he could swallow it down. He off-handedly dismissed the remark. "I can see that you only have Rufus' best interests in your bank account, but let me assure you, his father does not pay you enough to worry about his sex life. If, and I do mean if, anything sexual happened between the young Mr. Shinra and SOLDIER First Class Rhapsodos, then it was consensual." He leaned forward, his eyes hardened, and he folded his fingers under his chin. He would not let Rufus, Tseng, or anyone else spread unsavory rumors about one of his SOLDIERs. Those men worked too hard for company politics to be ruined. "The only evidence you've presented me with, Tseng, is the sob story of an ambitious little boy. Now, if I were to go to Mr. Rhapsodos with this and ask him his side of the story, what do you think I have? He said vs. he said." Lazard shrugged. "However, if it will appease your sense of morality…" He rolled his eyes. Turks had no codes of ethics, no sense of morality. "…I will look into the matter, and inform you of my findings."
Tseng fumed and felt his hands tighten into fists. "For your information, Lazard, Rufus' interests are more to me than money, just like Rhapsodos is more to your department than money. I have been more of a father to the boy than his real one. But if this does not convince you, then there is nothing I can do but simply take matters into my own hands. The Turks have their own more... unconventional methods of punishment that I am willing to resort to if your department will not punish its own for stepping out of line. I need not remind you, Director, that sex with a minor is unlawful whether Rufus consented or not. And I shall get to the bottom of this, with or without your help." Tseng turned and made to storm out.
Lazard sat there for a moment, anger coloring his pale features. He knew that the Turks had better not mess with a SOLDIER, or else his father would have a fit. Not that he cared too much about that, but Lazard knew that it would somehow land on his head. Besides, he didn't want to see Genesis on the wrong end of a couple of EMRs, not over Rufus.
Since Rufus had been the cause of all this drama, he decided he would pay his baby brother a visit. He would find out just how willing the little bastard had been, and in the process get the boy to call off his dogs. Lazard would force Rufus to tell Tseng that he lied, if it came down to it.
He rose from his chair, and within a few moments of closing his office door, he was at Rufus'. He still couldn't believe the prick had his own office. His face darkened from the red it had been to an angry shade of purple. Without knocking, he opened the door and stepped inside. "Get up," was the first thing out of his mouth. Rufus looked up, startled, and didn't even have time to sneer at Lazard. He was at Rufus' side before the boy knew what was happening. When Rufus didn't stand quickly enough, Lazard grabbed him by the collar of his white jacket and yanked him to his feet.
"What the fuck are you doing, Deusericus?" Rufus demanded. "What do you want? Why are you here? Didn't your mother ever teach you to knock? And I can stand on my own two feet, thank you very much," he snapped, brushing off his sleeves angrily and going to swat Lazard's hand off of his collar.
"Shut up, you little fucker," Lazard hissed through his teeth. He was not normally one for using such foul language, but Rufus was out to hurt one of his SOLDIERs, and an important one at that. "I want to know everything you told Tseng. And I do mean everything. If you miss one tiny detail…" He swallowed hard, rage the color of lightning flashing through eyes that had turned the color of a rolling storm. "There very well could be a... nasty accident, leaving your father in search of a new vice president." Lazard had never threatened his brother before, and it had not been a part of his plan. However, it was not just one SOLDIER who could be damaged because of this, but all of the SOLDIER program, and by proxy, his job. He did not release Rufus, holding the collar in his grip until the boy started to explain.
Rufus' eyebrows were so high that Lazard thought they'd touch the ceiling. "Excuse me?" His eyes were dark with anger. "Did you just threaten me, Deusericus? I could have you fired for treason and not even bat an eyelash," he warned. "That is, after I grow tired of my Turks beating you into submission. Don't forget who I am, Lazard. Don't you ever forget who I am, and who you're not. Now... let go of my collar, or I will add assault to the list of charges you're accruing against the very company you've devoted years of service to. It would be a shame to dispose of a man of your caliber, Lazard, for something as petty as a fight between brothers. Don't fuck with me. I'm Rufus fucking Shinra."
Lazard spun Rufus to face him, head dipping forward, twin eyes locking. "Ask me if I care who the fuck you are... little boy." He was hissing through clenched teeth, as his lips were almost touching his little brother's. The director's glasses slid down his nose so that he had to look over the rims of them. Usually he wasn't very intimidating, but Rufus could tell he wasn't playing games. "You're going to be a puddle on the pavement of the ground floor if I don't get some answers."
"Okay, fine, just get your fucking hands off of me," Rufus spat, trying to get his collar free. "Genesis came into my office and told me he didn't want to go to Junon. I told him that I wasn't about to let him go over your head. He made some cheap shot about me agreeing with you all the time and I sent him out on his ass. Later on he came back and decided he wouldn't take no for an answer. He pushed me against the wall..." This was where Rufus started to sweat; this was where the proximity of his brother started to get to him, and he swallowed hard, willing himself to not get an erection.
"... then he undressed me partially, got me off, and made me give him a blow job." He couldn't meet Lazard's gaze when he said it. His face was burning and despite what his brain was screaming, he was hard. Lazard's glare only fueled the fire. "What I told Tseng is that I didn't fucking ask for it. I wanted another guy, not Genesis..." He stared longingly at the door, both in a desire to get away from his brother's firm grasp, enchanting cologne and intoxicating anger, and because he couldn't look Lazard in the eye. Not now, not after he spoke so lightly of everything that had made him so uncomfortable previously.
Lazard still had yet to release Rufus. The rush of air was forced out through gritted teeth. "Have you never heard of discretion?" He stared at his small brother, contemplating. He really didn't feel bad for the boy, Rufus was a Shinra, and deserved everything that happened to him.
It didn't take the director long to notice that Rufus was hard. Lazard's eyes widened beneath his glasses. You have got to be kidding me. Was there any wonder whether Genesis had had his way with the vice president? Was the kid that easily manipulated? Would it really be that easy? He wasn't sure what had come over him... well, that was a lie; he was quite sure what came over him. The desire to keep his position was fresh in Lazard's mind, as well as the need to still be in the running for president of the Shinra Electric Power Company… the company that he would either own, or tear apart. Mimicking what Rufus had just described that Genesis had done, Lazard pushed his brother against the office wall. "Did it start something like this?" He pinned the boy there, making sure his pelvis was touching Rufus'. Lazard never quite managed to stop thinking about sex, and in that moment, Rufus was just another cock.
What the fuck was Lazard doing? Was that... was that the director's cock, pressing against his own? The fucking thing was huge. Where the hell did Lazard get that goddamn thing? Obviously not from their shared father. It wasn't fair. Rufus almost pouted, but then remembered that his fucking brother was pinning him to the wall, just like Genesis had done, and had a predatory look in his eye. Rufus felt himself begin to sweat, and he wanted to get out from under Lazard, but he was trapped. Lazard was stronger than Rufus, and wouldn't give in that easily. Rufus bit back a groan when the realization hit him, but decided that if this was happening, he would be in charge. Rufus refused to appear vulnerable. "Yes, that's precisely how it started, Lazard," he murmured seductively. If his brother was going to fuck him, he was going to be dignified and confident about it, every step of the way. "Let me help you with the next part," he said smugly, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants.
Lazard was thoroughly enjoying Rufus' reaction to having his body restrained against his will. What a kinky boy he was. The older blond couldn't resist a smile. He watched with a raised eyebrow as Rufus undid his own shirt and pants. Then Lazard nodded. "I see." He moved his thigh between his brother's legs, spreading them a little. He nudged upward slightly, connecting his leg to his brother's balls, leaving it still like that, allowing Rufus to comprehend that the area was being touched. "What happened next, Rufus? ... Show me." His eyes filled with lust.
Show him? Wasn't it bad enough that he was undressing for his brother? His fucking brother? He couldn't get the thought out of his head, and yet, it didn't displease him... the more Rufus thought about it, the more he realized that if anyone was going to do this, it might as well be Lazard. The bastard could see right through him anyhow. This was just an extension of that fact. "Genesis... he touched me," Rufus managed to breathe, and he boldly took one of Lazard's gloved hands and pressed it to his aching length, mimicking a stroking motion with his hand. "And I..." He reached his hands up and worked his way through the myriad of clothing Lazard was wearing, letting it fall to the ground. His breath drew in sharply when he saw Lazard without a shirt, with broad shoulders, smooth skin, and a slim waist. Shit. His brother was hot. Why was that making him feel so good? He ran his hands along Lazard's toned chest and shoulders, across his taut stomach. How the hell did Lazard find time to stay in shape?
He fidgeted with his brother's belt and felt himself hesitating, felt himself rapidly getting more and more nervous as his trembling fingers brushed the erection he had been jealous of as soon as he had felt it pressed against him. "Don't just stand there and hold it-Genesis was actually stroking me," Rufus protested, blushing.
Lazard had willingly allowed the boy to remove his shirt. Watching the young Shinra act in such desperation was quite entertaining. The boy reminded him of a whore who was having too much fun with one of her clients. He stayed stony-faced as Rufus ran delicate fingers across his chest and abdomen. However, despite how nice the sensation of grasping his little brother's cock was, he withdrew his hand. "Rufus, you are a fucking Shinra, did you actually think I would touch you? I think not." He let his leg move slightly against those tightening balls. "I meant for you to do it to yourself. That is the only real way I can get a good picture of what happened." He graced Rufus with a malicious grin. "I believe I would only... taint the evidence." He withheld his hand, and waited for the boy's own fingers to replace it. Once Rufus was pulling on himself and releasing an open mouthed moan, Lazard took that opportunity to capture those soft lips in a deep kiss. After exploring the hot cavern with his tongue, he broke away and whispered breathlessly, "But I might be able to be persuaded…"
Rufus blushed to the roots of his hair. Touch himself... in front of Lazard? He opened his mouth to protest, but Lazard stole a kiss from him and his hand leapt to his cock instinctively despite himself. He gripped himself and closed his eyes, trying to pretend that Lazard wasn't there so he could get some semblance of privacy. His cock was so hard it hurt, and the stroking felt so good. He fell back against the wall even more, bracing himself against it as he lost himself in the rough pump of his fist, facial muscles contorting in pleasure, breathy moans tumbling out of his mouth that were instantly swallowed by his brother's greedy kisses. He got close remarkably fast, and he opened his eyes hesitantly, afraid to see what Lazard would do if he came without being asked. Breathless and desperate for release, he searched his brother's face, pleading silently.
Lazard would be damned if he let Rufus get off so quickly or so easily. He still had a mission to accomplish. He saw the begging look on his brother's face, and cocked his head. He features softened in a mock show of concern. "Do you want to come, Rufus? Well, I'll tell you what, I will even lower myself to helping a slutty Shinra like you get off if you're willing to do one small thing for me." He smirked deviously and slid a gloved finger over his brother's pulsating, weeping tip.
Rufus trembled under the touch, nodding enthusiastically. "What-what do you want?"
Using his forefinger and his thumb, Lazard gave a good squeeze to the blood-darkened head of Rufus' cock. "Tell Tseng you lied about Genesis." He took Rufus' hand away from his cock, and wrapped his own around the swollen shaft. The contrast of the white glove on his hand with Rufus' flushed skin made Lazard's cock throb, trapped inside those perfect white slacks.
Rufus bucked his hips desperately, but refused to say a word. He hadn't fucking lied about a thing! He had exaggerated, to be sure, but that was only because Tseng had looked so caring and concerned... gods, Tseng. As if he weren't an image that could make Rufus blow right then and there.
Well, Rufus was an excellent liar either way. "I will," he mumbled shakily, looking Lazard in the eye. Of course he would do no such thing, but he needed to come, didn't he?
Lazard began to fist Rufus' tool with hard, even strokes, increasing his speed as his brother moved his hips wildly. Finally he had Rufus at his breaking point. When the small blond let out a cry, Lazard encouraged him. "That's right, you little bitch. Come for me. Come for your big brother. You worthless, no good fucking slut. Come."
Rufus let out an impassioned moan as he came, feeling every one of Lazard's filthy whispered encouragements going straight to his cock and exploding into stars behind his eyes. Gods, he had never come this hard in his life. And for fucking Lazard! For his brother! The thought would have made him sick, were he not so lost in pleasure.
Lazard looked down at his little brother who was panting heavily, still relying on the wall for support. A look of pure disgust crossed the director's face as he unwound his gloved fingers from the boy's dripping shaft. He took a step back, doing an admirable job of ignoring his own erection throbbing in his pants. "You may be a good liar, Rufus, but you are not the best." He peeled the cum-soaked glove from his hand. "You're running with the big dogs now, Mr. Vice President, so you'd best watch your step." He then sought out matching eyes, seeking any sort of emotion to his next response. "Did you know that Tseng of the Turks will be taking some of his colleagues to find SOLDIER First Class Rhapsodos? It would be a shame to see a hero at the receiving end of those nasty electric rods, don't you agree, Mr. Shinra?" He turned around. "I have gotten the evidence I was looking for." Lazard kept the dirtied glove in his hand. "I'm now going to talk to Tseng, to see if I can somehow placate him. Who knows, I might even be able to get him to help me with another... hard problem I suddenly seem to have encountered." He didn't leave right away; he was giving Rufus a chance to respond.
Rufus' expression was a mixture of shock and horror, then anger. "Like Tseng would ever want to fuck you," he sneered. "Tseng has impeccable taste. He wouldn't waste his time on a man who dresses like a lower-plate pimp and won't even touch his lovers with his bare hands." His face was hot with anger. How dare Lazard seduce his bodyguard! Tseng was his, and his alone!
Lazard shrugged. "We'll see." He then continued, "You are truly a sad person, Rufus. Not one mention of SOLDIER Genesis. But when the subject of Tseng was brought up..." Rufus could see his shoulders shake and hear him chuckle. "One must now wonder if that is what Rhapsodos found out about you. Maybe that's what this case of extortion is about. You seem to have strong feelings for your bodyguard. Would one dare call it a crush, perchance?" He was at the door. "Oh and Rufus, you're a Shinra, of course I wouldn't touch you with my bare hands. And you are far from my lover. I still have problems reconciling your face with the word brother." For some strange reason he found himself to be enjoying the parlay of words with the young vice president.
Rufus turned bright red. "I don't have crushes," he snapped. "I have conquests. And I can imagine that you wouldn't want to reconcile the fact that I'm your brother, because you just jerked me off against the wall of my office and liked it. By the way, nice tent, Director. I can see your blue balls through your pants. Did you like the little show I put on for you? Genesis sure did. He was positively raging by the time I was finished. That must be how you're feeling right now. So sorry to not be of any help... but you were born under the plate, and I can't risk the threat of disease, being vice president and all…"
Lazard stopped at the door and turned around. His cheeks were red, and he was laughing. He put his back against the door and his hand went to his chest. The look on Rufus' face increased his humor. "Conquests?" His voice was shaking with mirth. "Rufus, you can't have conquests. You're still a virgin." Lazard's body was trembling now. He was laughing so hard his belly started to hurt, and he had tears in his eyes. Every other comment Rufus had made had been lost after the boy's declaration of him having conquests.
"And precisely what makes you think I'm a virgin, brother?" Rufus sneered. He was, but Lazard didn't need to know that, the fucking bastard slut. "I don't recall you ever keeping tabs on my life enough to know such an intimate detail about me. Don't act like you know me, you prick." Rufus wondered if the words hurt him more than Lazard. His brother was a cold, hard son of a bitch; he didn't seem to care whether or not Rufus lived or died. There was a part of Rufus that wanted to be closer to his brother, but it was always being crushed under the weight of their collective hatred of each other and too much Shinra pride.
The older brother was finally able to rein his laughs in, and after a few deep breaths, he raised an eyebrow. "You're not?" He took a few steps away from the door and crossed his arms. He was still wearing a smile, but his voice was no longer shaking. Rufus had just piqued his curiosity, though he knew the soon to be sex talk was not going to ease the boner he had been sporting ever since he had jerked his brother off a few moments before. "Who was your first?"
Shit. Now he was in for it. If Lazard discovered that he had been lying, he'd laugh even harder. Somehow that had been even crueler than the insults. "None of your goddamn business," Rufus shouted. But oh, how badly he wanted to say that it had been Tseng.
Lazard nodded and shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough." However, a twinkle lit his eyes. What no one knew about the blond director was that his sexual lusts were never quite fulfilled, and anything pertaining to the act could hold his interests for hours. Of course, if anyone were to ever find out about how big a pervert he really was, his job would be gone for sure. That didn't stop him from continuing to interrogate his brother. "Well, at least tell me if it was good. Did it hurt too much? Was your first lover gentle or did he rip your ass open?" The director was about to blow his own load, thinking of Rufus getting his ass torn apart. He envisioned the tight warm muscle encasing his own pulsating rod, and Lazard sucked in a deep breath. He battled the thought out of his mind as he took a few more steps toward Rufus, who had by now already adjusted his pants and was making sure he didn't look too disheveled.
Rufus' eyes widened. Who knew his brother was such a sexual predator? Shaking his head slightly, he decided to make up some stupid story on the fly so his sex-addicted freak of a brother could get his jollies and get the fuck out of his office. At least that way, Lazard would leave Tseng unmolested. "It hurt a little." Rufus tried to look like he was admitting it, eyes flickering back and forth from the desk to his brother's face. "I thought I was prepared well enough, but he was just... so big..." To make it believable, Rufus pictured Tseng naked and allowed himself to imagine where he should have been remembering.
"But it only hurt for a little while. It ended up being incredible. He screamed my name," Rufus whispered with a shudder, imagining Tseng pounding into him, holding his hips harshly enough to bruise. He gave his brother a flushed, aroused look, just to tempt him. He couldn't resist playing with fire.
Lazard was now back to his brother, standing only inches away. The heat radiating off of him was palpable. He leaned forward just a bit, and blew a hot breath into Rufus' ear, his words curling around the boy like a lover's embrace. "Did you let him come inside? Did he make you...?" The director's questions were cut off by a knock on the door. A knock that Rufus had come to recognize.
Lazard pulled away from Rufus, quickly moved around the desk, and took a seat. He crossed his legs, a foot resting on his knee, hoping to hide his erection, and quickly smoothed down his hair. He shoved the sex-covered glove into his pocket.
Rufus grinned smugly at his painfully aroused brother. "Come on in, Mr. Rhapsodos." Rufus hoped that seeing one of his most gorgeous SOLDIERs with his little brother would make Lazard squirm at that desk. He crossed in front of the desk and went to greet his date.
Dressed in his SOLDIER uniform, accented by his gleaming red leather over-coat, Genesis was like a whirlwind when he entered a room. The force of his personality, shining with a warm greeting and a bow to the vice president-"Good morning Rufus, did you sleep well?"-and that brilliant half smile, could steal people's breath. However, the SOLDIER was a bit confused. Did Rufus actually sound... happy to see him? Maybe the flowers and poetry had worked? He kinda... hoped it had, a little bit. "I was just wondering if we are still on for tonight." It wasn't until the words had left his mouth did he realize that Mr. Shinra was not alone. He let his smile fade, and strode past Rufus with a subconscious sway of his hips. He bowed deeply to his employer. "Good morning, Director." Okay, this was strange. Everyone knew that Lazard and Rufus hated and avoided each other, so what was his boss doing here?
Lazard had turned his head to watch his SOLDIER's interaction with his brother. Sadly, the first thing that crossed his mind, due to it still being on Rufus' first time, was how lovely the two looked together. He could only picture Rufus' face contorted in ecstasy, much like it had been earlier with him. The older blond shifted in his seat and crossed his legs the other way. His thoughts shifted to Genesis. He wondered what the beautiful First Class looked like when he'd had Rufus' small mouth around his cock. Did the redhead close his eyes, or keep them open? Was he silent, or did he moan aloud? Lazard's cock throbbed and his balls ached. He pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. Stop it, Lazard, or you're going to blow right here in your pants, he chided himself. "Good morning, Genesis," he finally managed somewhat of a dignified greeting. It hit him suddenly; did Genesis ask Rufus if they were still on for tonight? Were they dating? He scowled. "I didn't know you and the vice president were so well acquainted." His gaze was not on Genesis, though; it was shooting daggers at Rufus.
Genesis, always quick in the wits department, answered, "Well, Director, we're really not. However, Mr. Shinra wanted to get out of the city for the evening, and I offered to serve as protection." He flashed Lazard his charming grin. Lazard throbbed in his pants.
"Isn't that what the Turks are for?" There was a little too much venom in his tone.
Genesis raised an eyebrow. "You would trust a Turk over me, Director?" Genesis put his hand over his heart and threw his head back, mocking insult. "Why, I never," he chirped in his best dramatic style.
Lazard rose, waving a dismissive hand toward his SOLDIER. He now had to find Tseng and tell the Turk of this new development. Plus, there was another… big problem that he had to take care of first. "I believe our business here is concluded, Mr. Shinra." He bowed. He turned to Genesis. "You are going to Junon, SOLDIER, regardless of what Blondie says." He crossed the room, pace unhurried, though very uncomfortable due to his stiffness, and walked out the door.
Rufus eyed his brother as he crossed the room, trying not to laugh. Then he turned. "Genesis. Yes, I would still like to go with you tonight. Forgive my brother, he's a bit... frustrated at the moment." Rufus smirked. He would enjoy taking the opportunity to mock his brother to his date, even if Lazard was Genesis' boss.
Genesis nodded, taking the part of the statement to mean that Rufus either had already found a way for him to not go to Junon, or was about to do so.
"He's got a bit of an... issue on his hands. One that's particularly ... hard to deal with. So, don't mind him." Rufus snorted with laughter. "I'm ready to leave when you are."
Genesis shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Rufus, we will leave when you've showered. You smell like cum." He didn't look offended or upset when he said it. It was those Mako enhanced senses that allowed him to pick up the odor. "I'll wait for you here." He didn't even let his mind ponder why his boss smelled the exact same way. What was going on between those two wasn't his business... yet. It was still to be determined whether or not he actually liked Rufus. All he knew was that he'd been kept awake most of the night by thoughts of going out that evening with the gorgeous blond vice president.
A/N: To LazyReviewer, Chance969, Mikurai, iShiznitch:
Thank you very much for your awesome reviews. Whiskey and I are so happy you like it. The story has been a lot of fun to write, and there will be more coming soon.