Title :: Power Play
Authors :: Alexj69 (Genesis, Lazard), Whiskey(Rufus, Tseng)
Pairing :: Genesis/Rufus, some unrequited Tseng/Rufus
Rating :: NC-17 overall (and, um, especially this chapter)
Warnings :: underage, graphic yaoi, oral, anal, language, wingkink, masturbation, rimming, rough sex, kinky Lazard, not-quite-voyeurism (whew… let me know if I missed any)
Summary :: Lazard gives Genesis a mission he believes is beneath him, and he goes straight to the young vice president to appeal it. Part 6 of many.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story so far and left reviews and comments. They are much appreciated. I know we've put this story on hold for awhile, but that was due to Whiskey's insane school schedule. Now that things aren't so crazy for her, we will resume regular posting.
Tseng had started his morning on perhaps what could be called the wrong foot.
Tseng had started his morning on perhaps what could be called the wrong foot. It had been two days now, and he was almost certain that Director Lazard had chosen to ignore the case of Rufus and SOLDIER Rhapsodos entirely. It angered Tseng that not only did Lazard not care a whit for his brother's virtue, but also that he was not afraid to antagonize a Turk. Perhaps he'd have to bring in Reno and Rude with him the next time he went to speak to the director.
Tseng sighed. Both of them were away on a mission, and he could hardly count on Cissnei to be menacing, because it was practically public information that she had a wicked crush on the director. Leave it to Veld to hire beautiful, sexually potent people. He shivered a little at the thought of Reno's sultry blue eyes. Cissnei looked way too much like him for Tseng's comfort.
Tseng had decided to visit the director alone this morning, and to summon up all of his height and indignation at Rufus' claim not being taken seriously. Usually Turks had a different, more effective way of dealing with this sort of problem, but given Lazard's importance to the company, Tseng wasn't about to risk the consequences of physically attacking him, even if Reno knew hundreds of places to hide the body. As he walked the halls and waited in the elevator, he felt his anger growing. What sort of man was Director Lazard, anyway, who was willing to play games like this? This was Shinra's heir, not some dumb kid off the street. If the president were to hear about it, he would manually castrate Rhapsodos by himself for even iattempting/i such an act. It had to suffice, then, that Tseng would continually lobby the director for serious action on the matter. And perhaps threaten him.
The elevator doors opened, and a blond head looked up from his desk in the back of the room. Tseng couldn't help but notice the grimace that was there, and he felt a fresh wave of irritation cross him, though he willed his features to stay calm. "Director Lazard."
A cup of hot coffee, a pile of paperwork, and the newspaper was what Lazard had to look forward to each and every morning. He had settled in behind his desk, turned on his computer, and opened the paper while he was waiting for the computer to boot up.
Shock! Pure unadulterated shock crossed his features when he saw the morning's headline and the accompanying picture. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing; his eyes must have been deceiving him. He removed his glasses, cleaned them, replaced them, and looked again at what would soon be the bane of his existence. To his dismay, the image didn't change. He ran a gloved hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and began to read the print that accompanied the picture.
"Loveless No More? Are SOLDIER Superstar Genesis Rhapsodos and boy VP Rufus Shinra an item? Our expert reporters have recently spotted the pair at the Gold Saucer, evidently during a secret getaway! We have reason to believe that they are there to escape from Shinra's father, who is rumored to be a homophobe who has disowned his eldest son. It's been said that VP Rufus Shinra's elder brother even made up a fake surname to avoid the bad press! How do you like them dumbapples!"
When he was finished, Lazard scowled at the newspaper's mention of him, feeling rage well up in his chest. He set the newspaper back on his desk, and stared at the picture again. A finger went to his temple. He felt a headache coming on. If he were a smoker, now would be a time for a cigarette.
What the hell was that kid thinking? He tried to see the angle the boy was coming from, but failed. Lazard felt his color draining from his cheeks. Rufus-his -Rufus—was kissing Genesis Rhapsodos, on the lips, in front of the press. Oh, dear Gaia, he might have whispered that aloud. Okay. First things first... how to spin this so Genesis and subsequently SOLDIER doesn't look bad. His next thought was I'm going to kill both of them and lastly, Oh, goddess, has Father had a heart attack yet?' Well, he hoped that one was a fact.
For the first time ever, he was happy to see the Turk when Tseng walked in and drew his attention. Though unable to conceal the look on his face, he motioned the Turk to come forward.
Tseng walked briskly to the edge of Lazard's desk and slammed his hands down onto it. "I want answers," the Turk barked, shoving the paperwork off Lazard's desk with an angry hand, without noticing the picture Lazard had been gaping at a moment before. "Why is it that you have failed to submit that report? Do you care so little for your brother's well-being that you would allow one of your own men to take advantage of him and escape punishment? What game are you playing here, Director?" Tseng glared into Lazard's eyes.
Lazard jumped a bit when Tseng's hands came down with a smack. However, he was still shaken from what he had seen. He ignored the Turk's outburst, and didn't seem to notice that his work had just been strewn all over the floor.
The blond stared down at the picture one more time–Gaia, but they did make a beautiful couple–before wordlessly slipping the newspaper across his desk. He watched Tseng's face carefully. Though he himself was upset, he couldn't wait to see the dark haired man's face turn red.
"Tseng, I'm still not sure it was non-consensual." He couldn't help but add that last part.
Tseng nearly growled in anger. "Need I remind you, Director, that Rufus Shinra is a minor, and that therefore no matter whether he—consented... or..." The Turk trailed off when he saw the picture on the front page of the newspaper, of Genesis pulling a starstruck Rufus in for a passionate kiss in front of flashing cameras. Tseng felt a flood of color rush to his face, and barely managed to stifle an involuntary groan. Rufus looked absolutely blissful, with his eyes closed and what almost looked like windswept hair. One of the SOLDIER's large, gloved hands was on the young man's back, and the other was tangled in Rufus' hair, in an incredibly intimate way. Tseng felt his slacks tighten considerably and he turned away from Lazard, ignoring the grin on the man's face.
When he found himself able to breathe normally, he glanced back at the picture, and a wave of unconquerable jealousy and anger washed over his entire body. How dare that SOLDIER make out with his Rufus Shinra in public? Tseng could barely see straight. He would definitely need to speak to Rufus about this... in private. Turning back to Lazard, he glared daggers at the director. "Consider the case dismissed then, Director... but know that my involvement in this is far from over."
Then, blushing furiously, Tseng whispered, "Where did you get that paper? I need a copy... for evidence."
Lazard took the paper away from the Turk, and held it tight, as if jealously guarding it. He was pretty sure the front page would be sticky before his after lunch appointments, but he didn't care.
When Tseng blushed and asked where he'd gotten the paper, the director's gaze traveled the length of his body. He wished the Turk wasn't wearing his jacket; Lazard would have loved to see the stiffness in his pants.
The blond let his eyes linger on Tseng's crotch, before finding his face again. "I fail to see why you need evidence if you are dismissing the case; however, the paper is delivered to all the employee lounges, and..." Here Lazard took a deep breath. Regardless of how he seemed uncaring toward Rufus, he didn't want anything to happen to the brat. "President Shinra," Lazard would never call the man Father outside of his own head, "gets the paper every morning as well." He hoped the Turk would understand the gravity of those words.
Tseng's entire body went cold. The President would see the picture, and... He needed to see Rufus at once. Tseng didn't even care that Lazard was so obviously checking him out; he had a situation on his hands. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Director." Tseng bowed, turned, and left as quickly as he had come.
Tseng found himself silently praying in the elevator that Rufus wouldn't be hurt by his father, or disowned, or any number of horrible things. But before he could even get to the floor where the boy lived, his cell phone went off. President Shinra… what could he be calling for?
Once Tseng had left his office, Lazard picked up the newspaper and went to his adjoining restroom.
Making sure the door was locked tightly, he laid the newspaper on the back of the commode, and let his pants fall to his ankles. Just seeing Rufus with his lips against Genesis' had caused his cock to harden. The director wrapped a silk gloved hand around his stiff prick and began to stroke it. He wondered if Rufus had let Genesis fuck him yet.
In his mind's eye he saw the redheaded SOLDIER kneeling behind his beautiful blond little brother, the SOLDIER's cock throbbing. Genesis pressed his swollen tip against Rufus' virgin opening and with a thrust, the head slid into the smaller boy's body, eliciting a sharp cry from the young boy. Lazard's hand increased in tempo; he began to pump his hips in sync and he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from sounding out his enjoyment. His breathing was now coming in short, shallow bursts.
He pictured Genesis driving deep into Rufus, the redhead's face contorted in ecstasy, his thick shaft splitting Rufus in half, stretching him wide, making him moan and cry. "Fuck him, Gen. Fuck him hard, baby," Lazard whispered. He applied more pressure around his cock, wishing the white silk was Rufus. The speed at which he was fisting his prick increased, and he felt his balls tighten.
For Lazard, Genesis stopped caring that Rufus was a virgin, and began pounding into Rufus' tight little body, seeking only to satisfy himself. The auburn beauty fucked Rufus long and hard, until he was finally blowing deep inside the boy's clenching muscle. Lazard was pumping his rod furiously now. His face was covered in sweat, his eyes shut tight.
"Rufus," Lazard and fantasy Genesis cried the teen's name. Lazard's body tensed, his teeth clamped shut and his eyelids shot open as his hand milked the hot white cream from his body. He felt his release wash over him, dizzying, as he stared at himself, watching himself ejaculate with a fascinated, lustful gaze. Thick ropes of cum covered his gloved fingers, splattering some on the bottom of his pin-striped blue jacket, some even reaching the back of the toilet and hitting the newspaper.
When he was finished, he pulled up his pants, cleaned the mess, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the newspaper in there. He peeled off his gloves, threw them in the wastebasket, and retrieved a fresh pair from his desk drawer. He then settled back down, to gather up his workload for the day.
Genesis let himself into Rufus' apartment. Because he had been assigned the VP's new bodyguard after the boy's father had seen the tabloids—a decision that Genesis still found to be counterintuitive at the very least—President Shinra had given him a key. He looked around the suite for a moment, then pulled out a fat, juicy, raw steak from his leather duster, when a certain tentacled beast rounded the corner. He tossed the meat before Dark Nation.
He blinked his surprise when it actually worked; the dog stopped glaring at him and went for the raw, bloody chunk. He thought that only happened in movies. The redhead moved over to the beast that had tentacles shooting out the back of its black body and began to pet it as it ate. "Good boy."
When quality bonding time was over, the SOLDIER went into Rufus' room, sat down in an overly comfortable chair and merely watched the beautiful boy sleep. He wondered how Rufus was going to take the news that he had replaced Tseng. And that's not even mentioning this morning's front page.
Genesis was rubbing the back of his shoulder—the fact that he had a wing still felt surreal—when he heard Rufus stir. He waited for the vice president to sit up, and then very dramatically called out, "HEEELLO, BAAABY!"
Rufus jolted out of his sleepy state and a small gasp of surprise escaped his lips. "What? What the hell is... oh, it's you, Genesis." Then something occurred to him. "... Genesis? What are you doing here? Why are you in my bedroom?" He quickly rubbed his eyes to make sure he hadn't been hallucinating, and when he saw that it really was the beautiful SOLDIER who had taken him out the previous night, he blushed suddenly and pulled the covers up under his armpits shyly. "I mean... I didn't invite you in here, so... why are you here?" he mumbled. "And where is Tseng? Surely he must be worried, as I didn't leave him a note about where I was going last night," the boy rambled, momentarily forgetting that Genesis was in the room.
Genesis turned his head when he noticed the boy blushing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He slid a hand through his auburn locks. "Rufus... you're really sexy when you're asleep." The SOLDIER didn't even think about how his comment would affect the teen. He was used to handing out compliments of that nature all the time. It was one of the reasons Genesis' social life was never lacking.
"Oh, and about Tseng..." His head was still turned away. "Well... infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess." He smiled to himself. "No, really, the president got a hold of the newspaper today, and... things were weird, because I thought he would be irate, oh, the front page was you and I kissing, but instead, he reassigned both Tseng and I. I'm now your body guard, and well, Tseng is hanging on to Lazard like white on rice." He hoped he explained that well enough; he still didn't quite understand the reasoning himself.
"I—I'm not uncomfortable," Rufus insisted stubbornly, and flipped his hair out of his eyes. Then his face flooded with color at the compliment, and he turned away suddenly. He felt his cock throbbing under the sheets and wondered if Genesis was coming on so strong for a reason. Rufus had felt himself glow a little bit when Genesis informed him that he was his new bodyguard. That was certainly good news, and Rufus was glad to be able to have more time with the gorgeous SOLDIER, apparently with his father's blessing for some strange reason. But then when Genesis explained the situation with Tseng and Lazard, Rufus felt his fists clench with jealousy. Tseng and my stupid brother! "They're—they're not are they?" Rufus found himself sputtering angrily. "I mean Lazard is just so ugh! Who would want to hang around him anyway?" His emotions prevented him from being able to phrase his thoughts in a coherent manner.
Genesis' head shot toward the overly distraught teen, and for a moment his head cocked to the right. Again, he couldn't believe Rufus. Didn't the brat realize that Genesis was sitting right here? He took a deep breath, ignoring the jolt of stinging pain he felt.
Fine, if Rufus was that insensitive to how the SOLDIER was starting to feel about him, he could play the game back. "Not sure if Lazard and Tseng are fucking, but it wouldn't surprise me at all. I mean, they are both the same rank in their respective departments, and what better way to keep those departments at a truce if their leaders are having an affair?" The SOLDIER shrugged as if it wasn't his concern. "But speaking of Tseng," Genesis had to fight to keep the venom out of his voice, "I am going to have to ask him to watch you the day after tomorrow. General Sephiroth is returning, and I would like to welcome him home personally." He shot the boy an almost hateful smirk.
Rufus' face fell. General Sephiroth and Genesis? Suddenly Rufus felt the same pain in his chest that Genesis had been nursing ever since he watched the boy get off to the image of the Turk. Had he spoken a bit too soon? Was Genesis jealous, the way Rufus felt right then? "I can watch myself," the boy snapped. "For sixteen years no one's bothered to make sure if I'm alive or dead except for Tseng, and it's not even like he cares so long as he's getting paid. So don't worry about it." He glared daggers at the SOLDIER, waiting for him to apologize, or at least pretend to be hurt.
Genesis returned the icy stare with one of his own, the only difference being that his blues had a glow thanks to Mako. His lips formed a thin straight line, and his anger was rolling off his skin in palpable waves of heat. Crimson colored his cheeks to the point his flushed skin matched his hair, and his entire physique became one tense muscle.
"Oh, spare me your dramatics, Rufus," the SOLDIER spat, "for suddenly, I am in no mood for them."
Every thought on Rufus' young mind was Tseng. Tseng this, Tseng that, and frankly Genesis was tired of it. He had tried so hard over the last few days to wiggle his way into the blond's Tseng obsessed brain, but now he realized he had failed.
Genesis didn't understand why he cared so much. Had it been anyone else, he would have merely smirked, shrugged his shoulders and moved on. It wasn't like Genesis lacked companionship. And it wasn't about the competition; the red-head knew that the Turk leader couldn't hold a candle to him. No, it was something else that caused Genesis' blood to boil when he realized that Rufus still wanted the dark haired man. Something he couldn't put his finger on, and something he couldn't analyze because he was caught up in the moment.
In a streak of red, Genesis was off the chair and across the room. The next moment found the defenseless teen on his back, hands pinned above his head, and Genesis' full weight atop him. "Gaia damn it Rufus! I will make you forget about him, and if this is the only way that I can do it, then so be it."
Genesis' lips descended on the teen's. His teeth bit down hard on the blond's puffy bottom lip, and as soon as the small boy gasped, the SOLDIER's tongue invaded the hot moist opening. The hand that wasn't holding the teen's wrists down slid between the two bodies and began pulling at the buttons on Rufus' white silk pajama top. Once the top fell open and he had access to the creamy flesh beneath, Genesis' red leather-clad fingers found a tiny pink nipple and squeezed it to hardness.
Rufus writhed under him, and Genesis nipped at the boy's tongue. The SOLDIER felt the teen's stiff member, even through the blankets, and a wicked smile graced his kissing lips when Rufus pressed his hips up against his own hardening shaft.
"Tell me to stop, Rufus." Genesis breathed into the blond's panting lips. "Tell me you want Tseng and I will go."
"Please," was the first thing Rufus could gasp through tender, bruised lips as he rubbed himself against Genesis. He arched up into the touch of Genesis' rough gloved fingers, feeling his skin flush with heat. He couldn't believe that Genesis was doing this, and there was a part of his mind that thought it was insolent and wanted to order Genesis to leave him alone just for the sake of his reputation, but he knew that was impossible. He had managed to wait quite a long time, and so had Genesis; he had to have respect for the SOLDIER's self-control. The memory of Genesis pushing him into a wall in his office came flooding back to him, and he felt his cock throb with almost painful arousal. That was really all it took for Rufus to give it up. "Stay " No further discussion was needed; he kissed Genesis, biting his lower lip, hoping the action would silence him so he wouldn't leave Rufus like this.
The auburn warrior's tongue glided between the boy's teeth, and coaxed the wet muscle within to entwine with his own. His entire body was a burning flame now, and it was taking a considerable amount of effort on his part not to rip Rufus' clothes from his body and dive into him right then and there. He forced himself to tear his lips away from the boy's and for a moment, he allowed his gaze to drink in the teen's soft, perfect features.
Rufus' back was arched almost painfully against Genesis' exploring digits, and his face was relaxed, giving into his pleasure. It was a state that Genesis decided he would see the boy in more often.
Genesis took only a few moments to rid himself of his gloves and overcoat. He wanted to feel flesh on flesh. He needed to feel Rufus's skin against his. The articles were discarded to the floor beside the bed, before Genesis lowered his head and his swollen lips found the teen's neck. He licked and nibbled his way up to the blond's delicate ear and took the lobe between his teeth. A half smirk played upon his lips when he heard Rufus hiss.
His fingers had come to the last button of Rufus' silk pajama top, and with skilled practice, the fabric was completely open. The SOLDIER's digits then teased down the smooth warm body. Now all that stood between them were Genesis' own clothes, the blanket Rufus was using to hide himself under, and the boy's pajama bottoms. No matter; Genesis raised himself off the boy, and with precision, made short work of his buckles and shirt. He then pulled the blanket away and covered Rufus' body with his own, only this time parting the vice president's legs and settling his hips between them.
Now leather was pressed to silk, hardness rubbing against covered hardness. Genesis stared down into Rufus' half lidded gaze, and with a forced breath, he whispered, "Do not push me away this time, Rufus. I will not stand for it."
Rufus reached up and ran his fingers through Genesis' auburn hair, surprised at its softness. His hand fell down to trace the line of Genesis' broad shoulder, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers, the hard muscle that sent a shiver through his small body.
He wanted to feel the full power of the SOLDIER's strength, wanted to put his arms around him and feel close, feel safe. Rufus took the initiative to wiggle out of his pajama pants, the only other thing he was wearing, and finish removing the shirt. Suddenly he realized he was completely naked and blushed a dark red, then tugged at the waist of Genesis' pants, running his other hand up and down the bulge he found just below. "Genesis will you ?"
Genesis took in the sight of the blushing beauty beneath him. Though he had seen Rufus in various forms of undress, it had never been like this before. The boy's features were starting to lose their embarrassed edge, his skin lightening back to its near porcelain sheen. The boy was slender; his underdeveloped muscles had yet to reach their full potential. And then there were his hair and eyes. Sun-spun golden silk feathered gently on Rufus' pillow, while eyes the color of glaciers stared up at him in pure lust.
Genesis' fingers couldn't keep from touching the form below him. His fingertips ghosted over pink flesh, tracing from soft cheeks down a long graceful neck, over a small chest, down a taut stomach, then sliding down slim outer thighs, only to run back up the inner part of Rufus' legs. Genesis' hands stopped before they touched the blond's hardened cock. "Rufus," he said the boy's name, his tone commanding, "will I what?" His nails easily ran the length of hardened skin between the boy's legs, being all too gentle with him.
Rufus had a hard time catching his breath as he felt Genesis teasing him, wincing visibly in pleasure as the SOLDIER's hands brushed his cock. "Will you " He felt nervous, and wasn't good at this sort of talk, but perhaps he could give it a try, since Genesis was clearly encouraging him. "Will you touch me?"
It wasn't very specific, but at least the boy was trying. He glanced down at his groin, hoping Genesis would get the idea so he wouldn't have to elaborate further.
With his free hand, Genesis was undoing the belts holding up his leather pants, but when he heard Rufus' request, only one side of the auburn angel's lips curled up. He was enjoying watching Rufus once again become crimson. The fighter's nails scratched across the head of Rufus' swollen prick. "But sir," Genesis said teasingly, almost lovingly, "I am touching you." There was a twinkle in his glowing blue eyes. "I think you'll have to be more specific."
Rufus felt a flood of arousal make his cock twitch visibly. Genesis was really going to make him say it? He watched with furious interest as Genesis worked on undressing himself, and tried his best to put his intense desire into words.
In his head he knew he wanted Genesis inside him, but how was he supposed to just say that? His whole life he had been trained not to say those sorts of things. Taking a deep breath, Rufus whispered, "Genesis... sir I want you inside me."
Genesis peeled the black leather from his skin. He then lowered himself so that his shaft was rubbing against Rufus' again. He captured the teen's lips for another breath-stealing kiss. He then pulled back, but kept his mouth against Rufus'. "Rufus, with all due respect, I already know you 'want me inside you'. But you fail to realize that if I just took you right now," he rolled his hips, his hard member sliding down Rufus' own rock hard shaft, "it would hurt you. So, let's try something. We are going to start from the beginning. I want you to direct my actions, where my hands should go, where you want my lips and tongue, how fast or slow you want me doing things to you. Every move I make will be because of your command. Oh, and please use the common terms for body parts." He sighed, but the look in his eyes as they met Rufus' was devilish. "I don't want to hear penis, okay? You may use cock, prick, dick, and the like." He chuckled when he saw the blond's eyes widen in something akin to fear. "Just think of it as practice for when you're president."
Rufus was a bit nervous, but when he heard the word command, he felt himself fill with lust. Genesis wanted him to give commands? He could do that. Rufus was great at commanding people, or so he hoped.
"Touch my cock," he whispered immediately, "stroke it with your hand, up and down " Rufus could feel himself blushing, but he had to speak, because he needed to feel Genesis' hands on him. Then he had a wicked thought. "Wait no, suck on it instead. I've always wanted to know what that feels like. And um," he paused for a minute to try and swallow his pride at asking what was clearly an ignorant question, "what do we have to do to, um, make it not hurt for you to " He couldn't help trailing off. He had been specific enough, damn it.
Genesis wrapped his hand around Rufus' shaft and began to stroke it, his grip tight as he slid his hand up and down, smearing the boy's precum with his thumb. "I won't lie to you, Rufus," he said as he played with the boy's hardness, "it's going to hurt no matter what. But we can ease the pain by going slow and making sure you are lubed up and well prepared."
Rufus then changed his orders, and the look that crossed Genesis' face was one of wanton desire. "You've never been blown, have you, Rufus." It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement.
The redhead's digits stayed curled at the base of the vice president's cock, squeezing just a little tighter. Bypassing the rest of Rufus' body, because the boy hadn't told him to touch anywhere else, he lowered his mouth to the throbbing organ. He gave the blond the pleasure of feeling hot breath against his member, before his tongue snaked out and briefly brushed the leaking tip. The taste of Rufus' salty-sweet juice caused a low, pleasured hum in the back of Genesis' throat. The SOLDIER turned his glowing spheres upward so he could watch Rufus' responses. This was something he had been waiting on, and seeing the boy's face made him realize how worth it the wait was.
He opened his lips and then took the head inside his warm, moist mouth. He watched as Rufus jerked in surprise. Slowly, because he wasn't told a speed at which to do this, he swallowed more and more, until his mouth was halfway around Rufus' cock. He then pulled up, sucking all the way. Back down his head went, swallowing more than before, then back up again. Finally, Genesis relaxed his throat, and hollowed out his cheeks. He took the entire length inside him, and instead of bobbing up and down, his throat became a vacuum, and it seemed to Rufus as if the red SOLDIER was trying to swallow his member whole.
Rufus had to force himself to breathe as he felt Genesis first grip him, then slowly envelop his cock in his mouth. Rufus bit his lip hard to keep from coming, and tasted a slight tinge of blood as he stared down at a curtain of auburn hair and a beautiful, strong face right there sucking his cock
Gods, Rufus had wanted this ever since he had started masturbating, and it was so incredible that before he knew it, his hips were forcing themselves upward and he was crying his orgasm into the air, filling the SOLDIER's throat with his cum. "Mnn—Genesis—!"
Genesis gulped down Rufus' ropey white liquid, and he found that he could fall in love with the way Rufus looked when the boy was coming. And Genesis swelled with pride when it was his name, and not Tseng's, on the teen's lips when he came this time. Genesis made a vow to himself that never again would another man's name drift off the blond's tongue when he was in the throes of ecstasy.
Struggling to catch his breath, and blushing as he noticed Genesis had been watching him the entire time, waiting for orders, Rufus cleared his throat. "I'm um, I'm sorry " He looked away for a few seconds, then when he looked back he was a bit more confident.
"Can you um, help with the lube, then?" Rufus kicked himself inwardly, wishing he had more of an idea what was supposed to happen. The only porn he had managed to steal from his father was het, and there was no way in hell he was about to touch Lazard's collection.
Genesis moved back up to clutch Rufus in another deep kiss, letting the boy taste himself on the auburn warrior's lips. He couldn't help but smile into that kiss as Rufus apologized for coming so soon.
"Rufus," Genesis said when he drew away to breathe, "don't apologize. I wanted you to come. I wanted to swallow you down, and get familiar with your taste. And it was delicious." Then he smirked wickedly. "And of course I will help prepare you. By the time I'm done with your sweet ass, you will be begging and moaning like a whore."
Genesis rolled away from him then, to dig around the insides of his coat pockets. He pulled out a tiny bottle of lubricant, which for Genesis to carry on his person was far from unusual. He turned back over, and keeping the bottle firmly in his grasp, he positioned his face back between the boy's legs. With his knuckles, he pushed the blond's thighs apart, wide enough so that he had access to that small, virginal opening. He blew a breath of warm air against the pink pucker before moving closer and pressing his tongue against the hole. He held the wet muscle there for a moment, then moved his lips against it. "Tell me you want me to lick you, Rufus. Say, 'please tongue-fuck me, Genesis.'"
Rufus blushed at Genesis' casual treatment of topics he was largely unfamiliar with. He tensed slightly, unused to being touched in that area of his body, but the sensation was pleasing, and he spread his legs wider apart. He thanked Gaia he had showered right before sleeping, even though there was no way he could have predicted this would be happening.
Then he heard Genesis' subtle command. Was that what Genesis meant when he asked Rufus to explain what he wanted? To ask for things, without considering how he might sound? To feel pleasure without concerning himself with body language or how he might look? Was there no place for appearance and politics in a relationship? Was it okay for Rufus to say everything that was exactly on his mind, regardless of how vulgar it would sound? Perhaps he'd try a few things.
"Yes, Genesis please, lick me," Rufus murmured; he really did love the way it felt, the way it made him want more, want Genesis inside, want to feel full. "May may I call you… Gen?" He had heard other SOLDIER's use this diminutive form of his name; perhaps it would be okay to use it if they were lovers?
Genesis moved his tongue in long slow strokes against the teen's back opening, tasting him completely. He felt the boy push his hips down, wanting Genesis to push his tongue inside. The red mage's own cock was throbbing painfully now, wishing he could skip the foreplay, but... he was starting to care too much for the small blond to do that to him. Not with this being their first time, anyway.
"Gen is fine," he hissed in a husky, lust dripping tone, right before he pushed his muscle inside the clenching entrance. While he was tongue-fucking his soon to be lover, his fingers wrapped around the boy's flaccid cock and started stroking it again, bringing it back to life.
He continued lavishing his affections on Rufus' body until he had the teen almost at his peak for the second time that morning. He suddenly ceased all actions, and slipped out from between Rufus' legs, only to lie beside the boy. He kissed Rufus' neck, while busying his hands with the cap on the lube. Once he had it open, he coated his fingers generously. He pushed the tip of one digit against the tight entrance. "Push down, Rufus. Show me how much you want me inside you."
Rufus whimpered, feeling his fingers curl and grab the sheets of his bed, as Genesis' tongue traced circles and then dipped inside him, pushing against Rufus' instinctual clenching of muscles. The act was incredibly intimate, and Rufus found himself torn between being shocked that anyone did this to anyone else, and overwhelmed with how erotic it felt to have Genesis' hot breath between his legs. Genesis reached his hand up to stroke Rufus' cock, and the boy moaned openly, hips bucking up to meet the gloved hand. Rufus could feel himself getting closer to the edge, until Genesis stopped abruptly. With a small moan of protest, Rufus opened his eyes, but Genesis was already preparing for the next step, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
Rufus pushed back against the SOLDIER's finger, and yelped in pain slightly as it went in a little more roughly than he had been expecting. "Shh," Genesis whispered, giving the boy's cock a few strokes to distract him from the discomfort as he worked his finger in and out, loosening the virgin-tight opening. Within a few seconds, Rufus had calmed and was whispering, "More "
Genesis smirked, loving the tight fit around his finger. He had known even this part would cause the teen some discomfort, but was pleased to find that Rufus took enjoyment of the preparation relatively early.
The SOLDIER wasn't done yet with his lessons for his young lover. Capturing Rufus' bottom lip between his teeth, Genesis bit down, just enough to cause a slight sting. The auburn warrior then muttered against the boy's lips, even as his hands continued to play with the blond's cock and tight entrance, "Tsk... You should know better by now, sir." Genesis chuckled lightly. "More what?"
Rufus blushed, lips pressing together instinctively, eyelids fluttering open and closed. He struggled to come up with coherent thoughts. "Gen I need more inside me. More fingers, your cock, anything. Please."
He couldn't help feeling as lustful as he did; no one had ever touched him this way in his life. He looked into the SOLDIER's eyes, then raised his head up to kiss him with every bit of starstruck passion that he had felt while on that date at the Gold Saucer. Perhaps action would prove his point better than the words that he couldn't seem to find.
Genesis' cock leapt at the boy's phrase. The SOLDIER wanted to fill the teen completely. He wanted to take him right then, damned be whatever consequences that may incur, including doing actual physical damage to Rufus' body. However, the auburn angel knew he had to keep his calm. If for some reason he lost control now, when his lusts and passions were threatening to take over, not only was there the risk of harming Rufus, it could possibly lead to the pretty blond's demise. For that danger, one could thank all the Mako infusions that a SOLDIER had to endure.
Genesis' tongue danced with his little lover's as he gave Rufus what he asked for. Sliding the first finger out to its tip, he placed a second finger beside it, then pushed both digits into the virgin passage. He swallowed down the slight whimper Rufus released. Keeping a steady rhythm of pulling on the teen's shaft, Genesis finally found that sweet inner area that he was sure would cause Rufus to do more than moan. He curled his fingers slightly and began rubbing against that spot. When Rufus began to thrust his small hips down, pounding himself even deeper against Genesis' invading digits, the SOLDIER whispered against the teen's lips. "That's right, baby. Fuck my fingers. Good boy."
The scarlet warrior knew that the boy was about to come again, so he pulled his fingers free of the opening, and stopped the hand job. He moved to position himself between Rufus' legs. The SOLDIER's glowing blue eyes met and locked with his lover's, then adding a liberal amount of lubricant to his cock, he positioned his aching, weeping rod against Rufus' virgin entrance. Straining the limits of his willpower not to thrust the entirety of his length in, Genesis glided his swollen head inside.
The hot, wet tightness was almost more than he could bear; a low feral groan issued forth from his throat, and he pushed in a little deeper, still giving the boy time to adjust. And that's about the time the extent of his lust made itself known.
The pure ecstasy of breaching the boy was suddenly mixed with a screaming pain in his back. The pain only lasted for a moment, however. His large black-feathered wing extended straight out behind him, only this time there was no bloody mess. Genesis growled again.
Rufus couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of Genesis pushing his enormous erection into his body. He winced visibly from discomfort, whimpering slightly as he tried to get used to the sensation. It was exactly what he had been waiting for, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
Willing himself to breathe, Rufus forced himself to open up and relax, knowing that it was a miracle that Genesis hadn't let his battle senses take over his mind and let loose all of that Mako-bred energy on the teen's frail body.
Once he finally felt ready to continue, Rufus looked up at Genesis as if to give him a nod, when suddenly the man convulsed slightly and that huge wing sprung from his left shoulder, extending fully and then retracting just slightly, relaxing a bit. Rufus almost jumped in surprise, then when he heard Genesis growl, he realized immediately what it was and why it had sprung from the SOLDIER's back this time. Not just fight-or-flight adrenaline, but any intense physical stimulation
The realization made him groan. Genesis was so aroused for him that oh, gods. Swallowing hard, Rufus looked into the warrior's eyes, full of restrained lust. He whispered a few words. "Genesis fuck me."
Didn't the boy realize it was already taking everything Genesis had not to split him in half with his cock? And now that that damned wing was out every sensation Genesis was experiencing seemed to be doubled. The red SOLDIER had never really been known for his restraint, and Rufus had just asked... no, icommanded/i him to fuck him. Genesis had no choice but to obey his body and his lover. With one brutal thrust, the auburn angel buried himself balls deep into the willing young body that was Rufus Shinra.
"Oh dear Gaia... so… fucking... tight. Fuck, Rufus…"
He removed his shaft halfway, before slamming it back in. It was about then he realized that the position of that fucking wing was setting him off balance. Since he still wasn't used to controlling the damned feathery thing, he simply let it fall to his side, and went back to the business of pounding into his lover's tight body. He really was no longer concerned about Rufus. Ramming his cock into the soft heat was the only thing on his mind at the moment. The feeling was un-fucking-believable.
Somehow he managed to get his hands under Rufus' knees and pushed them up so they were parallel with the boy's ears. He drove his member hard and deep into the blond, and if Rufus made any sounds of protest, Genesis was unaware. "Take my cock, Rufus. Take it like a fucking man."
"Gen," Rufus whimpered, his eyes tearing up. It was rough, and he could barely handle it, but somehow he knew that so much of this was outside of Genesis' control, and after all, he was fucking a SOLDIER. They were the closest things to superheroes, to gods, that existed and for Genesis, Rufus would bite his lip and take it.
Besides, his prick was so hard he knew he could come any minute now, regardless of whether he touched it.
Suddenly, Rufus had an idea, as his mind flashed back to the evening of the date, and their little tussle on the ground in the desert Rufus reached his right hand up and ran it along the top of the wing, squeezing gently and adjusting feathers as he went along.
When he heard a low growl, he continued, but instead of being gentle, he decided to fight fire with fire, to get back at Genesis for slamming him so violently. Rufus grabbed the wing and tugged at it, pulling at where it connected with Genesis' back, winding the fingers of his left hand into Genesis' bright auburn hair and pulling it roughly. "I can take it," he moaned, "please, gods, Genesis "
The last shreds of Genesis' sanity abandoned him when Rufus started pulling on the wing. The SOLDIER had become nothing but one sizzling nerve ending. Something like the howl of a wounded animal tore out of Rhapsodos' throat and in the next moment, Rufus found his lips engulfed by a hard mouth, probing tongue, and biting teeth. It seemed as if the creature that used to be Genesis was trying to steal the very air Rufus needed to live.
The SOLDIER spiked hard over and over again into the boy's soft passage, cock pounding without mercy against that sweet inner area that had so thrilled Rufus earlier. The beast that Rufus released gave no quarter to the teen, taking him as it would, using his small frame to fulfill its carnal lusts.
As their sweat-soaked bodies built up more friction, Genesis found himself unable to withstand any longer the basic need to release. With a scream that dominated the entire room, the red mage gave one last powerful thrust into Rufus' ass. "Fuck... goddess... Rufus!" he shouted as he emptied his load deep into the once virginal opening.
The sound of Genesis' moan brought a surging sensation to Rufus' cock, and immediately his hand went to stroke himself, the other still clinging to his lover's wing. He moaned over and over into Genesis' mouth, his ecstasy intensifying with every thrust, until the SOLDIER pulled away from his lips long enough to cry out his orgasm. Rufus hung onto the wing as he stroked himself once, twice
"Gen—iGen/i—ah! Genesis!"he moaned as he came, covering their chests with what remained of his second orgasm. Rufus released his lover as he tried to catch his breath, staring up at Genesis as reality slowly flooded back to him.
Genesis collapsed onto his little lover, taking in huge gulps of air himself. He kept his cock buried inside Rufus until it went soft. He finally rolled off the boy, but didn't release him. He pulled Rufus into a tight embrace, leaving his wing as it was for the time being. He held the boy against him, lips brushing Rufus' golden, sweat-plastered hair.
Then, as if someone had cast Flare right in his face, it hit him. He had just fucked Rufus Shinra. Oh, dear Gaia. Rufus Shinra! The red-head buried his face in the teen's hair and groaned.
He hadn't wanted it to happen like this. He had wanted the boy's first time to be... perfect and romantic, something Rufus would have wonderful memories of. He really fucked that up now, hadn't he?
"Are you alright?" the older man asked the boy, guilt racking his brain. Goddess, Gen, can't you do anything right? his inner voice scolded him.
Here was the part where Rufus would tell him, in his Rufus Shinra way, to get the fuck out and that he never wanted to see him again. Genesis' heart felt ready to shatter.
Rufus' eyelids fluttered as he caught his breath at last, staring up at Genesis wide-eyed. Then a huge, childish grin broke out across his face. "I'm not a virgin!" he shouted excitedly, then instantly covered his mouth with one hand to silence himself. Damn it, do you really want the entire floor to hear, Shinra? Come ON! "I mean... so that wing, it comes out when you're aroused, too?" So many things Rufus seemed to not know about sex... He sighed. Granted, having a wing wasn't exactly normal by any standards, but didn't the slum kids learn this sort of thing in high school or something? "... Gen?" Rufus stared at the SOLDIER, wondering why the man looked so hurt. Did he not want Rufus anymore? Were the rumors true, that Genesis walked out on all of his lovers? Would Rufus now have to endure the shame of being no longer wanted in his own bed? ... It made sense, didn't it? Tseng didn't want him, and his brother had thrown all sorts of insults at him while simultaneously helping him get off...
…but this time, he'd actually wanted to do it not to use it against somebody, not to get what he wanted, but for the act itself.
Rufus froze.
He had...feelings.
The words that the SOLDIER had been waiting for never came. Rufus hadn't thrown him out, and honestly the vice president looked far from injured. Okay, so maybe their first time hadn't been how Genesis had been hoping, but maybe... just maybe it was fine. No, more than fine, it really was wonderful.
If Genesis had a character flaw (which, let's face it, there really weren't many… well, none really,) it would be that he second-guessed himself too often. He decided right then that he would stop.
"The wing is kind of doing its own thing right now," Genesis said, finally allowing himself to smile. Genesis then chuckled when Rufus proclaimed he wasn't a virgin anymore. He leaned down and kissed the small boy's lips. He realized with a start that he could get used to this. Holding Rufus after a session of steamy love-making. Kissing the boy every time he laughed. Lighting the spark of joy in the teen's icy blue spheres.
He raised an eyebrow when the boy spoke his name, but before Rufus could say anything else, Genesis cut him off. "I have an idea. I say we lay here, just like this, for the rest of the morning, and then we will go out for lunch, and then hit the mall. Since becoming your bodyguard, my schedule is free, so what do you say?
"Oh, and Rufus, I didn't know you was actually a natural blond. Who would have thought?"
Tseng was still fuming after being sent into the president's office. How could he just reassign Tseng, after all his years of service? Did it not occur to the man that Rufus would perhaps be attached to his bodyguard, the man who had been a better father than his real one? Did it not occur that, well, the bodyguard would become attached as well?
I bet the boy's more attached to Rhapsodos really, Tseng. Always letting your emotions get in the way of your job what would Veld say?
Tseng blatantly ignored his inner monologue as he nearly sprinted the halls, searching out Rufus' suite. He'd talk to the boy here and now, answer questions, apologize for not being there for him more, apologize for not getting his insufferable brother to take responsibility for his SOLDIERs, perhaps wrap the boy into a tight embrace, stroking his hair—stop. Stop it now. He'd keep it professional, give Rufus a curt nod, offer his thanks for Rufus having been such a kind charge. That sounded a bit more tolerable. He could do this.
Funny, Rufus had never left his door unlocked in the past. Tseng turned the handle and walked in. The apartment was spotless as usual; how very like the boy. He glanced around and didn't see Rufus, but heard some voices from the bedroom.
Stop. Turn around. Go. You don't want to see this.
Tseng ignored his instincts, and peered in through the crack in the bedroom door, that had been left slightly ajar.
... Oh, Gaia help me.
Tseng's jaw dropped. Rufus naked smiling and on top of him, the SOLDIER, the long, lean, brawny redhead, with unbelievably broad shoulders and and a long, black wing draping down across a wing a black wing
Then Genesis asked the boy to lunch, and Tseng thought his heart dropped to the ground floor of the Shinra building, thudding as it fell from his chest, hitting every floor until it reached the bottom.
He immediately turned and walked out, not needing to hear Rufus' enthusiastic response, the bright-eyed smile he knew would turn up in his voice. A smile that had never been present before now or, more accurately, perhaps before last night. The memory of the tabloid flashed in his mind; combined with the sight of what little of Rufus' skin Tseng had been able to see, it was quickly making him hard. iWalk. Just walk. Ignore everyone. Ignore everything./i
"I'd love to," Rufus' response breathed through the room.