Title: Reno's Punishment pt 2, Saturday with Rufus and Tseng
Summary: Things heat up for Reno when Tseng and Rufus find out about what he did to Scarlet.
Rating: NC-17 (Rufus is a manipulative bastard, Reno is humiliated with cross-dressing)
Pairings: Rufus x Reno
Beta: none
Word Count: 8,527 words
Author's Notes: Characters may appear OOC. Tried to keep them as close to cannon as possible, but considering I'm writing this not the people at SquareEnix, you'll have to deal.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys and girls of Final Fantasy 7, SquareEnix does.
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But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant
Waving his pistol in my face
He wants me right down on my knees
Crumbling in disgrace
-- Trigger Happy Jack by Poe
The second kick to the car seat he was laying on brought Reno to full consciousness in moments. Jerking upright, yet still sprawled at the same time, his eyes constantly blinked as he tried to focus on the world around him. He focused first on the midnight black beast then switched to the man sitting next to it. The Master being more dangerous then the feline like creature. He quickly dropped his line of sight, not wishing to provoke the man across from him. "Sorry," he mumbled as he came to the conclusion that the vehicle had stopped. He should have been up and out, searching the perimeter and then the premise itself, yet here he was still in the limo, looking around stupidly. Moving across the seat, he reached for the door handle, preparing to step out of the limo to perform his duty when the other man's voice stopped him.
"Take Dark Nation, she needs the exercise," Rufus instructed from his seat.
Reno blinked again, risking a look. "But what about you? If something happens…." Between one blink and the next, he was staring down the barrels of a custom made, double-barreled shotgun.
"You were saying Reno?" Rufus asked with a smirk.
The redhead swallowed nervously, dropping his eyes immediately. "Yes sir," he said as he opened the door, "Come on Nation." Climbing out of the limo he suppressed the gasp of pain that straightening up caused. Once the large feline beast was out of the limo he closed the door. Pulling the EMR from its holster, he secured the wrist strap then started walking. He found that if he slouched the pain was lessened. The pair traversed the grounds of Rufus Shinra's townhouse, making sure the area was safe before heading to the townhouse itself. Reno checked out the lock before he unlocked it then cautiously opened the door. Silently he motioned Dark Nation in.
The feline beast was intelligent enough to understand what was wanted of her. She slunk into the building, probing the darkness with her heightened senses, searching for anything out of place from last time. She left nothing unchecked as she prowled all three floors and the basement. Once she was satisfied she returned to the fire haired human, thrusting her head into his weaponless hand and purring in satisfaction.
Reno chuckled softly, his expression lightening somewhat at the uncomplicated emotions the black feline beast awoke within him. "All clear girl?" he asked unnecessarily. He didn't underestimate her capabilities of understanding. He smiled when she nodded her head in response. "Good girl, now time to get the boss." He turned around to head to the limo when his path was blocked. "Come on girl, quite playing around. Rufus is waiting and you know how he hates waiting," he said as he tried to go around her, once more though he was blocked. With a sigh, he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dark Nation, behave," he told her, again trying to go around her.
This time Dark Nation growled then took hold of his suite jacket bottom and shirt tails with her formidable teeth and pulled back. She could scent the fact that this human juvenile was injured still, yet like all young males, he had to go and try to prove that he was fine. When his hand came back to swat at her muzzle, she let go and promptly snapped her jaws around the offending hand, putting enough pressure on his hand to keep it immobile yet not hard enough to break skin with her razor sharp teeth.
Reno growled back and jerked his hand free, hissing as her fangs sliced tough the skin of his hand. "Damn it cat!" he muttered bring up the injured limb then fastened his mouth around the injury. He shoved at her roughly, not thinking about the fact that she was a creature that could easily rip him to shreds. "Out of the way cat," he said gruffly as he stalked past her, his long lean legs taking down the sidewalk and towards the limo easily. He didn't make it half way before a black blur darted between his legs, knocking him to the ground and a heavy weight made itself right at home on his back, pinning him down. Gathering his strength, he bucked upwards, succeeding in only getting a maw full of razor sharp teeth clamped down on the back of his neck. He froze as his thoughts flashed back to events of earlier. His heart speed up as he started to hyperventilate in shock, his fingers curling, blunt nails scraping across the concrete sideways.
Rufus was tired of waiting for the all clear. He'd worked his ass off over the last week, having to deal with not only his father, but also Scarlet and Heidigger. Stepping out of the limo he dismissed the driver and started up the path to his weekend home. His steps quicken upon seeing Dark Nation pinning Reno down, her jaws clamped to the back of the Turk's neck. Reno wasn't moving. In one smooth move, he pulled his shotgun from his coat and swung underhanded like a club into Dark Nations side. As soon as the gun was up, he cocked both barrels and aimed it at the beast.
The feline let out a yowl of pain as the shotgun smashed into her side. She instantly letting go of Reno and darting to the side out of range of the heavy object and her rather angry master. She slunk off to the side, ears flattened down as she mewed pathetically, seeking forgiveness.
"No!" Reno shouted, as he was suddenly galvanized into action at the sound of twin barrels being cocked. Rolling over he grabbed the end of the shotgun and twisted. It was aimed in another direction now instead of at Dark Nation. "…No. It wasn't her fault. She… I…. I didn't listen to her when she didn't want me to come get you."
Rufus' narrowed his eyes as he stared down at his subordinate. His look said that he didn't believe what Reno had said, but was in a mood to ignore it for the moment. With a snort of disdain, he pulled the barrels of his shotgun out of Reno's hand and smoothly de-cocked the weapon. "If I ever find out differently, not only will she die, but you will be the one to do the deed. Do you understand me Reno?" Rufus asked as he turned away and continued on towards the townhouse as if nothing happened. He didn't wait for an answer nor did he expect one. His point had been made brutally clear.
By the time Reno stood up, Rufus was already inside. After brushing off his pants and jacket, he made his way inside was well. Dark Nation darted in past him just before he closed the door, then locked it and engaged the security system. He had already forgiven her for her actions. It was after all, his own fault that things happened the way they did. After scratching her behind the ears, he headed towards the stairs to the second floor. He knew the routine without having to be told.
The climb up the stairs took longer then he expected. But then again, he had been raped and then left to deal with it on his own earlier that evening. He wasn't in any shape for anything prolonged or that required a lot of movement. In fact all he wanted to do was fall face first into a bed and curl up to sleep the rest of the weekend away. Even though he hated Tseng for what the Wutain did to him, he feared Rufus because the blonde held the true power in his hands. With a word, Reno's life working for, and in, ShinRa would be over.
Rufus appeared at the top of the stairs, a glass of amber liquid in hand. "I expect you to present yourself to me within the next thirty minutes Reno," the vice president said before turning away and vanishing though a doorway.
Where as Tseng dominated with physical power and mental abuse, Rufus preferred to dominate with subtle power and emotional manipulation. When they worked together, it was almost impossible not to succumb to them. Many found it was easier to give in then to fight, since either could make one's life a living hell.
Reno leaned against the wall, having bit back a curse at the order he was given, to let the pain diminish some before continuing up to 'his' room. He paused long enough at the bed to disarm; weapons went on the bed everything else was stripped off and tossed into the hamper in the corner. He would have clothes provided for him for whatever occasion Rufus was throwing the party for. Once nude, he traversed the room to the attached guest bathroom. He knew the routine quite well.
All he had to do now try and make his rebellious body obey his orders to move. The first step in his routine was to ensure all 'unsightly' body hair was removed. He usually used a gel or foam. For the more sensitive areas like his face and groin, he shaved. (For some reason, Tseng preferred him bare while Rufus preferred him neatly trimmed.) After getting into the shower, he turned the water on and adjusted it to just this side of scalding. The flow of hot water pounded away at his aching body and washed away the hair removal product. As he rinsed off, he remembered why Tseng preferred him bare. His fingers traverse the scar-like raised patch of skin that was hidden beneath the dark red curls. His second step was to clean off as thoroughly as possible; it was also called scrubbing the first few layers of skin off with a rough loofah sponge and pumice. Reno was able to take care of the lower half of his body without too much effort, though every time he lifted his arms to go higher then chest level he experienced sharp pains though his shoulders and down his arms.
The last step was to shampoo his hair, rinse and repeat till it squeaked as he ran his fingers through it. While he was there, he wasn't allowed to use conditioner, styling gel, moose or anything else on his hair either. (Not like he used anything in the first place though.) But he never made it that far as his knees buckled, sending him crashing down to the bath tiles that covered the floor under him with a pained cry. His head spun as wave after wave of vertigo assaulted him to the point where up was down, left and right had no meaning and nothing felt solid under his grasping hands. He was also having a hard time breathing because he kept inhaling water then would start choking and coughing.
When Reno did not show up at his door precisely at the 30 min mark, Rufus was not pleased. Dressed in white silk pajama bottoms and a silk dressing robe of midnight black, he stalked barefoot out of his room in search for the missing Turk. He descended the stairs to the second floor and marched down the hall to the bedroom the young man habitually stayed in, when he wasn't occupying the blonde's bed that was. The door was partially open which allowed him easy access to the room. Inside he spied the weapons on the bed and the clothes in the corner, he also heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. He caught the distinct sound of someone coughing and that someone could only be Reno. Rufus pushed open the bathroom door and stopped.
Rufus stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, as he looked the redhead over. Pale flesh covered slender yet nicely muscled legs leading up to narrow hips and a slim waist. The slim waist became well-defined chest and equally narrow shoulders. Overall, he decided yet again that Reno was like a young feline predator. A beast designed for short burst of unprecedented speed, elegant lines and graceful curves. All of that wrapped into a youthful bundle of seemingly limitless energy topped with an extra dose of clumsiness. But at the moment he looked a mess, all thanks to Tseng's carelessness in the way he took the younger man.
Reno lay half curled on his side on the cold tile floor of the shower, water flowing over the side of his face as it was half hidden under a bloody fall of red hair. On his hips was a set of bruises that matched the pattern of a person's hands. He also had bruises covering the upper back of his shoulders and visible bite marks on one shoulder.
Rufus stepped fully into the bathroom and moved to the shower. He reached in, uncaring if he or his clothes became soaked and turned the water off. The blonde then stepped into the enclosed area and knelt down next to the redhead. "Come on Reno," he said as he flipped the wet red strands of hair out of the other's face then took his arm. "Time to get out of the shower Reno and come with me." A coughed gasp was the only response he received at first.
Several moments of tense silence then Reno spoke. "Boss? I… I-"
"No excuses Reno," Rufus said as he helped the redhead to sit up first and then stand. One arm wrapped around the slender waist holding Reno against him, the other brace against the wall. He took advantage of the younger man's position by tilting his head and capturing pale pink lips with his own slightly darker ones. It was easy to maneuver his leg between the redheads, then press upwards along an inner thigh. He moved his hands so that they were cupping Reno's ass then started to knead and squeeze the firm flesh. His lips moved down Reno's chin to the underside of his jaw till he reached that one sensitive place right behind the ear, and then started to make the younger man squirm. The young blonde vice-president mentally smirked as he felt the Turk shiver before giving in. "Now come," he said after pulling back.
Reno's breath hitched once before he got himself under a semblance of control. "Keep that up and I'll be cuming sooner rather then later," he quipped softly, his arms wrapped about the older male's waist, leaning against him. He felt as much as heard the soft laugh so he knew that Rufus wasn't completely angry with him. Though in truth it was often hard to tell since the blonde rarely showed what he was truly feeling.
Together the pair made it to Rufus' room and into the master bath, without incident or distractions. Rufus helped Reno finish bathing and even washed his hair for him, though as he did Reno uttered a gasp of pain as the blonde's fingers traversed the back of his head. Rufus frowned in displeasure, his mind already connecting whatever was currently wrong with the redhead with that injury. Nothing a few hi-potions or an elixir or two couldn't take care of he decided. Another thought crossed the blonde's mind, which caused him to smile deviously.
Reno shivered slightly when the blonde's hands came to rest upon his shoulders before slowly, seductively sliding down his back and making their way around his waist. He felt the warm breath as it ghosted over his shoulder then along his neck before equally warm lips came to rest just below and behind his ear. A wet tongue caressed the skin just under those lips as those hands continued to ghost along his skin leaving trails of sudden fire in their wake as his body responded. In the back of his mind he felt betrayed by his body's response to the blonde devil that stood behind him. He silently asked himself why Rufus had to be so gentle and act so kind to him when seducing him. Why couldn't he be like Tseng? Rough, demanding and uncaring at what damage was done, physical, mental or emotional.
The blonde in question, Rufus, smiled as he felt the younger man tremble in his embrace. It was so easy to manipulate Reno into doing as he wished once Tseng had finished with him. All he had to do was to put forth a façade of warm caring, show false concern, imitate love and the young Turk was eating out of his hand. "Reno," he murmured softly into the other male's ear.
"Hmm?" he couldn't trust himself to speak coherently at the moment.
"Would you… do something for me?" Rufus pitched his voice low, made it soft and wanting. He felt Reno stiffen in his arms. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he added with a tone of disappointment underlying his soft words.
Reno knew that the proper translation of Rufus' words was 'if you don't, I'll make sure you have a miserable time of it'. All he wanted was to be held and loved for himself, not loved for his body or what type sexual services he could provide. His mental and emotional shields were battered and crumbling under both the overt as well as the subtle pressure. Without a fight, he gave into Rufus' wants and nodded, not trusting his voice.
The blonde chuckled throatily, "I thought you would see it my way." Wrapping a towel around his waist then using a second one to dry his hair with, he handed Reno a couple of towels as well before he directed the redhead out of the bathroom and towards the bed. "Sit," he said as he walked to the cedar and cherry wood armoire that stood against one wall right next to a matching dresser. Though it looked old fashioned, it was in truth a highly sophisticated weapons cabinet. Opening the doors after unlocking it, he opened first one inner drawer then a second. From within the depths of the armoire, he emerged with two small bottles and a large vial. All of which glowed ever so faintly in the light. He also had a plain white box like what clothing often came in. All of which was set on the bed next to the Turk. "Drink the hi-potions but not the elixir Reno. Then I want you to put this on for me," he instructed tapping the box in question. He then grabbed his white and gold silk kimono and slid it on. "I'll be in the study when you're ready. Don't forget to bring the elixir and whatever else is left."
From his position on the bed, Reno watched the white and gold swathed figure exit the bedroom. Once Rufus was gone, he turned his head and stared down at the white box as if it was a time bomb waiting to go off. He picked up the vial and placed it on the nightstand, he then picked up the first small bottle and grimaced. He hated the taste of potions and hi-potions. When he had the choice between natural healing, materia, and the magical healing of the manufactured liquids, he chose the natural or materia healing when he had the chance. Once be broke the seal on the bottle he downed it's contents with another grimace. It didn't take long for the hi-potion to start to work. It felt as if all his nerve endings had been set off all at one time. It wasn't unpleasant, just weird. He didn't want to think what an x-potion would do to him, let alone the elixir.
Once it had been discovered the side effects of potions, hi-potions and elixirs had on a person when not in an adrenaline fueled combat situation, they became somewhat restricted items. The medical staff at all hospitals refused to just hand them out for any small injury. The head doctors had to approve first and then they were used only as emergency stabilization. A potion tended to leave a person in a mildly inebriated state. The hi-potions tended to leave a person giddy and higher then a kite. Elixirs… well elixirs were like taking the best booze and drugs, mixing them together then tossing in the most mind-blowing orgasm possible. Granted the potions could be found at most shops, but how many people could afford to shell out 50 and 300 gil at a pop for a buzz that would wear off in less time then cheaper, easier to get street drugs? It was impossible to get an elixir from any shop around, you had to go out and hunt down certain monsters to get it and the only ones that did that were either SOLDIERs or bounty hunters out for some gil.
Feeling better then he had previously, Reno finally stood up so that he could examine the contents of the box, his thoughts were along the lines of 'time to get it over with and done.' Inside the box was a mass of black silk embroidered with bright flame red phoenixes. His eyebrows rose up as his mouth hung open. It was a hand embroidered Wutain silk kimono, rare and expensive from the looks of it. His jaw dropped further when he saw what was under it, a sky blue corset with matching thong and garter, white silk fishnet stockings and a pair of white mules to go with it. "He's got to be fucking shitting me! Sweet fucking Shiva, I'll break my holy damned ankles in those fuckers. Zo,to!"
As much as he wanted to throw half the items in the box in Rufus' face and tell him to fuck off, he couldn't. Not only was that a sure way to get fired, but it could also get him killed. "At least the bastard didn't want me in makeup," he muttered to himself as he finished patting himself dry. After taking as much time as he dared to brush out his hair, he then started to dress. Thong went on first forcing him to adjust himself several times before he was more or less comfortable. Next came the corset, which thankfully was designed for either a very small-breasted woman or else for a man wasn't hard to lace up once he slid it up his torso and into place. Next came the hated part of the ordeal. Putting on the stockings, getting them situated correctly and fastened all without ripping them.
Out in the study, Rufus waited patiently with a smug smile curling the corner of his lips upward. He slowly sipped the drink he had mixed himself upon entering the study. In his mind, he pictured the redhead spread out on his bed, writhing in ecstasy under him as he had his way with the beautiful young man. Tonight was one of the rare times when he had Reno all to himself. Most of the time Tseng was around to control everything that happened in the bedroom (as well as other places). He took a deep breath then let it out in a long sigh before taking another sip of his drink. Oh there was no doubt that he quite enjoyed his relationship with the Wutain Turk, but sometimes it became quite routine and boring. Especially since the dark haired male had yet to make any indications that he knew how much the blonde was controlling the pace of things from his place as bottom.
He thought back to the first time he had seen Reno. It was back during the ending of the Wutai Shin-Ra war. Reno had been nothing more then a young boy, barely out of his childhood but even then he was beautiful, wild and carefree amidst the chaos and savagery of the war. The redhead had been asleep next to an older version of himself on General Sephiroth's camp bed, both bare from the waist up. Only the elder of the two had the unusual facial markings and long hair, the younger was still unblemished with short-cropped hair. The second ever time he had seen Reno was when the young man, a few years older at that point, had been brought in unconscious from the last battle of the war, by the Silver General. His hair was a little longer and he had the facial markings like the elder redhead had. He was laying nude, spooned up against an equally nude Sephiroth, both males deeply asleep. Even bloody, bruised and broken he was still as exotically beautiful as the first time. After that the young man had been brought to Midgar and indoctrinated into Shin-Ra and the Turks with Rude as his sponsor, mentor and teacher.
The soft rustle of silk brought his attention back to the here and now. Rufus turned, his cerulean eyes moving down then back up the body in front of him. The kimono was securely fastened about the slim waist of the redhead. The black silk just accented his pale features and bright red hair, which blended almost perfectly with the embroidered phoenixes. "Hmmm…..," he hummed softly to himself as he approached the now stationary figure. "Do you know how much you could charge," he said softy as he stopped in front of Reno. "if you were to sell you're favors?" he said as he traced a finger lightly along Reno's jaw line.
Reno pulled his head away from Rufus' finger. "So I'm nothing more then a street whore to you?" he asked with a bitterness that tainted his words.
"Oh Reno, your much more then some used up street whore," Rufus said with a throaty laugh. "You're a TURK."
"Just a whore of a different type. I rough up, intimidate and kill for the president and the company as well as get fucked and fucked over by my bosses." The redhead turned away hugging himself.
"Reno, Reno, Reno..." the blonde sighed with a shake of his head. "People have been eliminated for less. Just because you are favored does not mean you are immune." He reached up and grabbed a thick handful of flame colored hair then twisted and pulled back forcing the younger man to twist about. "I am willing to overlook some of your transgressions, but not all. Do you understand me Reno?"
Reno had to stop himself from grabbing Rufus' wrist or fighting back. "Yes..." he gasped out.
"What was that Reno?" Rufus asked as he tightened his grip.
"Yess!" he hissed out, louder this time.
Rufus eased up on his grip, smiling pleasantly. "Good, now that we've reached an understanding we can proceed onto more pleasant things." Rufus let go of Reno's hair then started to comb his fingers through the silken strands. "Come Reno, I want you to show me just how well you understood. Pleasure me and in return I will see you pleasured." With one final pass of his fingers though hair, Rufus turned towards the plush leather sofa. Once seated he indicated the spot in front of him on the floor.
Reno turned to face the seated blonde his shoulders slumped in defeat. He made his way to the sofa slowly yet with as much grace as he could in 6in heeled sandals. He snagged a throw pillow along the way, and then tossed it down to kneel on it before Rufus. He knew what he had to do, but it didn't mean he came even close to liking it, but at least Rufus was easier on him then Tseng was.
Reno handed his boss the hi-potion then untied the white silk tie that held the kimono closed. The parted material revealed creamy, flawless skin, dark golden colored thatch of pubic hair and a member that was partially hard. Placing his hands on the inner thighs of the blonde, he indicated he wanted them further apart then they were by applying a little pressure. He worked his way up Rufus' inner thigh, nipping, licking and kissing as he want till the now blood engorged member rested against his cheek. He turned his head, kissing the velvet heat, nuzzling against it. Starting at the base, Reno licked his way to the flared tip only to cradle the hardened flesh in his hand. He was disgusted with himself for even doing this but he continued on, simply because the alternative was more unpleasant then this.
Reno continued to caress the hard member, drawing the tip across his lips like one would do with lipstick. He darted his tongue out, flicking it across the sensitive surface then blew softy. Once more he darted his tongue out, this time though he traced a path around the edge circling around till he was probing the slit. Only after he heard the blonde's soft hiss of need did he slowly take the hardened flesh into his mouth. The redhead relaxed the muscles of his throat, reigning in his gag reflexes as he felt the tip brush the back of his throat. Pulling back, he went down again and again before switching to sucking on just the head as his hand stroked the velvety flesh and massaged his balls. He also licked and nibbled as a way to alternate the sensations he was causing. One pleasure he was able to get from this was seeing how much he could make Rufus suffer before the arrogant blonde's control broke.
With eyes closed, Rufus enjoyed the wet heat of Reno's talented mouth. One hand curled into the leather while the other petted and stroked the silken red strands. "You should consider the offer to become my personal assistant. I can make sure your departure from the TURKs goes smoothly," the blonde purred in pleasure. Letting his head fall backwards against the sofa back, he floated in a sea of sensation, one that was building to a peak.
Reno hummed as if in thought as he continued to perform fellatio on his superior, wanting to get it over with. He was perfectly fine in his position as a Turk and had no desire to become Rufus or Tseng's personal whore; no matter how often he ended up getting fucked by the two. Before he could continue to try and get Rufus off, he felt a tug at his hair. The blonde wanted something. Lifting his eyes he stared up at the face of his superior as he continued to slowly go down on the hard member.
"Up here with me Reno," Rufus instructed as he ran a hand though the redhead's hair.
Reno blinked lazily at him cheeks concaving while he sucked hard as he pulled back. With a wet pop the head came free from his mouth. With a smirk he gave one last lick root to tip before he leaned forward, bracing his hands on Rufus' thighs and pushing himself up. The silk teasingly rubbed across sensitive flesh, earning an indrawn hiss.
"Imp, you'll pay for that later," the blonde growled as he stood up in front of Reno. His erection bobbing up and down from his movement. "Did you bring the elixir?" he asked. When the younger man shook his head he raised an eyebrow. Grabbing Reno's face, he kissed him fiercely, possessively almost before breaking it off and stepping around him. "Sit," he ordered then headed to the bedroom to retrieve the vial of elixir.
'Sex on the sofa, how cliché,' he snorted mentally. If it wasn't for the fact that he did enjoy sex (but not getting fucked and fucked over) Reno had been tempted on more then one occasion to run away from his life as a Turk and join the Holy Order of Alexander. The Order was a group of religious fighters who went out and 'cleansed the land of undead monsters' in the name of the god (Or rather the summons) Alexander. Problem was they took vows of celibacy. That just was not Reno's thing. Maybe he could join the Siren Order? Wait those freaky bastards enforced castration of the males that joined. 'No thank you, I like my balls right where they are,' he thought to himself as he settled on the sofa, playing with the potion bottle that had been left behind. He looked up and watched as Rufus came back into the room, the white and gold silk kimono accenting his coloration quite nicely. Reno might have been tempted to become that 'personal assistant' he wanted, if Rufus had been anyone else and Tseng was never around.
Rufus flipped the trailing edge of the silk kimono out of the way as he sat back down on the leather sofa. There was something decadent about the feel of silk and butter soft leather against bare skin. He twisted to the side, leaning in Reno's direction he caught the redheads lips in another searing kiss as his hands made short work of the tie that held the black kimono closed. Those same hands then started roaming the flesh that was exposed. Breaking the kiss he pushed Reno back so that he lay on his back on the sofa, legs twisted around so his feet were still on the floor. Knowing it was an uncomfortable position, having been there his self; Rufus trailed his hand down Reno's left leg and lifted it to his right shoulder. Sensually he ran his fingers up and down the younger man's leg, paying attention to the spot right behind the knee, smirking at the soft bitten off curse. Kissing and love-biting his way down the silk fishnet covered calf; he lifted the leg higher to duck under it then bit once more into the juncture behind the knee eliciting another stifled curse.
"Fuck!" Reno cursed as his leg twitched as nerve endings extending both up and down suddenly decided to fire off at the same time. It didn't hurt, just felt weird as Hades. He struggled to sit up once more but between the angle of his hip and the position of his leg prevented him from raising farther then his elbows. "Aahhh! Fuck Rufus, what are you doing? Trying to eat me or some shit?" Reno yelped as his leg jerked in a neural response to what was being done to it. Something else twitched in response as well, which caused the redhead to groan. There was just no damned room in the thong he was wearing to allow for growth, which meant when he started to become aroused it was quite obvious.
"I'm sure you would enjoy that, would you not Reno?" Rufus chuckled as he dropped the younger man's leg to his left side so that he was now between Reno's legs.
Reno grunted in an annoyed fashion as he dropped back down on the sofa. He brought his arms up crossing them behind his head, using them as a pillow. He figured he might as well get as comfortable as possible since Rufus was going to have his way no matter what. Might as well be in a position to, if not enjoy it, keep the pain to a minimum. From his position he watched Rufus with half-lidded eyes.
The blonde fished out the potion from beside him on the sofa then leaned forward over Reno. "Drink," he said, uncapping the bottle with one hand before bringing it to the redhead's lips.
Reno grimaced. "Why? I'm fine and that stuff tastes like shit," he said turning his head away.
"Reno," there was no doubt that the single word was both a warning and a threat all rolled together. To ensure his co-operation, Rufus curled his other hand over the growing erection Reno had. Fingers traced from tip to base and back again, taking time to knead the sac at its base as well. He smirked when he felt it grow harder beneath his fingers, twitching and jerking.
Reno squirmed under the blonde. His grimace vanished to be replaced with a look of unwanted desire. He hated the way Rufus was able to manipulate his body into betraying him. All the self-control he had ever managed to scrape together went right out the window along with any chance of escape.
"I can keep this up for quite a while and never let you have release."
With a snarl Reno finally gave in. "Fuck you!" he spat as struggled to get himself up on an elbow then grabbed the potion. Tilting his head back he downed it all in moments. A shudder went though him at the taste.
"Oh no, I'll be topping you tonight my exotic and fiery imp," Rufus replied back calmly, watching the curve of Reno's throat as he swallowed. He felt the shudder and smiled as he continued to teasingly stroke Reno's hard member though the fabric. The play of emotions across the younger man's face was exquisite and arousing.
Reno had closed his eyes when he downed the hi-potion, once done he let himself fall back onto the sofa. A warm sensation spiraled outwards from the core of his being which caused a light flush across his pale skin. From scalp to toes, the tingle was hard to shake. His entire body tensed for several seconds before a wave of euphoria washed over him. It was like he had had the best sleep of his life after the greatest sex possible. Tensing once more, he then stretched as much as possible before sinking further into the sofa in a state of blissful, boneless grace.
When he opened his eyes again, everything seemed clearer, sharper and brighter. Eyes alighted on Rufus, "zo,to .. boss?" he asked then started sniggering. When he seemed to calm down a little he gave a sexy smirk. "You gonna fuck me boss or just stare at me all night?" he asked in that lazy drawl he always had when he was drunk or high.
Rufus leaned forward till he was laying on top of Reno, his arms crossed over the redhead's upper chest forearms pressing slowly into his throat. "What I do with you Reno is up to me. You walk the knife's edge with me enough as it is. I wouldn't go throwing your weight around. You might just fall into something you won't be able to get out of, I won't be there to bail you out and Tseng will have orders not to as well."
"Whatever you say boss," Reno snickered.
Rufus shook his head with a sigh, pressing his forearms down upon Reno's throat cutting off his air. He watched as comprehension dawned in those aquamarine eyes as his air supply dwindled. The feel of the younger man bucking against him, struggling yet loosing was heady. "Do you understand now?"
Wide-eyed Reno nodded his head as best he could, he needed to breath and that wasn't happening as long as Rufus was pressing down on him. He faintly heard his superior murmur something that sounded like 'good' but was too busy gasping in oxygen to pay much attention to what the blonde was doing. He managed to tilt his head enough to look at Rufus when he felt a sharp tug. "Wha?" he didn't get a chance to say much else before something hard and blunt was at his entrance forcing it's way past the tight ring of muscles.
While Reno had been distracted with trying to breath, Rufus had taken the vial, opened it and spread some of the contents over his erect member. It sent a shudder of sensation like no other through him, spearing him on to satisfy his desire. The blonde was stronger then he looked, though nowhere near as strong as Tseng. He grabbed the thong's waistband and yanked, snapping the fabric and freeing the erection under it. He didn't bother prepping Reno at all, just placed the head of his member at the redhead's tight entrance and thrust. The tight muscles fought him all the way as be buried himself in the younger man. There was something so delicious, sinful and heady about having such power over someone. The pained scream that tore from the delicate column of Reno's throat sent spikes of lust straight to his groin, spurring him on. Pressing his arm against the redhead's throat again cutting off his air, he felt muscles tighten down further around his hard shaft as Reno struggled to shift his weight. Every few thrusts, he would dribble more of the elixir onto his member, coating it with the powerful liquid before thrusting into the tight heat once again.
The pain was just as bad now as when Tseng had taken him in his office. Again he hadn't been allowed to relax nor was he stretched before being forced. The only difference between then and now was the icy sensation followed by that itchy tingle of rapid healing that was left behind every time Rufus pulled back. The random seeming pattern of Rufus' thrust also kept him from adjusting as well as the forearm at his throat, which prevent him from getting enough air. He struggled knowing it was useless and just a waste of his energy but it was a natural response to such a situation.
Rufus took the last little bit of the elixir, tipped it over Reno's mouth and poured the remaining liquid into the younger man's mouth. He tossed the empty vial away as he covered Reno's mouth with his own. It was like ambrosia, the mixed taste of Reno, elixir and hi-potion. Bitter sweet on the tip of his tongue as he stroked it against Reno's own slippery appendage. He shifted his position, pulling Reno's leg around his waist as he broke the kiss and sat up so he could run his hands along the slender yet muscled body below him. Fingers curled around narrow hips with enough pressure to leave bruises as he continued to thrust into the body under him.
Reno gritted his teeth in pain, jaw clenched causing muscles along his neck to stand out. His head was thrown back as he arched his back, grabbing Rufus' wrists as he tightened his legs about the blonde's waist. He wanted this over and done with so he kept himself as tense as possible. The more friction the faster Rufus would peak was his unproven theory.
The blonde was in a superior position, easily breaking Reno's grip as he let go and twisted his hands around, grabbing the redhead's wrists and twisting as he thrust in savagely. Gathering both wrists in one hand he pinned them against the sofa arm as he bent over Reno. Capturing his lips once more in an equally savage kiss, he worked his way along the younger man's jaw and down his throat, placing small bites till her reached the junction of neck and shoulder. Rufus found the spot he was looking for then bit down hard enough to draw blood. The resounding scream of pain accompanied by the redhead's thrashing was just so delicious. It wasn't often he could enjoy such sport since Tseng always dominated him when they had sex. He loved when he could dominate over someone else.
The pain is what brought him down from the elixir and hi-potion induced drunken high. It was like instant sobriety when the searing sting of Rufus pounding savagely into him merged with the pain of his writs being twisted and held together as well as being bitten on the shoulder. With the amount of hi-potion running though his system coupled with that small amount of elixir, some of soft tissue damage was being healed within moments of it happening. It was all too much for the already battered psyche of the redhead.
Rufus was so caught up in it all, he never noticed when the younger man stopped fighting back and went limp under him. Never noticed the empty look in those aquamarine eyes that moments before held such emotions. Only after he reached his peak, empting his seed into the tight passage of the redhead, and lay panting on top of him, did he notice. As he sat back up he noticed that Reno had gone soft, but there was no evidence that he had ejaculated. His body lay there as if he were unconscious or asleep yet his eyes were still open and unseeing. Letting go of his wrists, Rufus let them fall wherever as he drew his hand back then backhanded Reno hard.
Reno's head twisted to the side from the force of the blow but he didn't respond. He never made a move or a sound, blood slowly gathering at the corner of his slightly parted lips and trickling down the side of his face, his teeth having cut into the interior of his cheek when hit. Mentally Reno was somewhere or some when else, hidden away from the world.
Rufus stared as minutes ticked by. A scowl replaced his normally cold and uncaring visage as he roughly withdrew from the tight heat and stood up. Still no reaction. An annoyed sigh passed his lips as he reached up, brushing hair out of his face. Turning he stalked off towards his bedroom and private bath. He would clean up for now and retire to bed. Once Reno woke up, the younger man would join him in bed, and then he could enjoy himself even more as the redhead begged forgiveness for annoying him. He fell asleep after a nice fantasy of how he would take the young man a second time.
~*~
When morning came around, Tseng awakened Rufus. "Your father has ordered you to return to Junon today, sir." The Wutain TURK moved away from the bed and looked around. He had let himself in a little bit earlier and had started the coffee machine down stairs before coming up to wake Rufus. He frowned, realizing he had not seen Reno. "Where is Reno?" he asked.
"Hmm?" came the sleep muffled reply as Rufus forced himself to sit up. He turned, expecting to see Reno curled on his side near the edge of the bed, as is his wont. "He's not…." Trailing off, Rufus grabbed his robe, putting it on then standing. "Hmph. He probably slept on the sofa last night," the blonde grumbled softly as he made his way towards the bathroom to relive himself.
"The sofa?" Tseng asked as he turned and started towards the study. He expected to find Reno curled up facing the back of the couch, still dressed in his uniform. What he found was completely different.
Reno had never moved from his position on the couch. Legs still spread, arms dropped carelessly at his sides and his head turned at an angle. The only difference was his eyes were closed.
Tseng pressed his lips together as his dark eyes took in everything. From the dried blood that marred one cheek to the bruise on the opposite side, the dark markings around wrists and on hips as well as the spent seed that had leaked from his passage during the night. The Wutain man took the time to straighten out limbs once he saw that Reno was still breathing. He was not pleased at how cool to the touch the usually warm redhead was. Once he sat down on the edge of the couch, he turned Reno's head towards him and pried open an eye. The pupil dilated with the change of light that was good. But his utter unresponsiveness wasn't. Looking around again he spotted the empty vial as well as the empty hi-potion bottle. Frowning, he stood up and stalked silently back to the bedroom.
Rufus was enjoying the hot shower when the curtain was yanked open and the water turned to full cold. He yelped angrily and got out as fast as he could. "What in Hades is your problem Tseng?" he demanded. Thankfully he'd almost been done.
"How long as Reno been like that?"
"Been like what?" Rufus asked with a frown.
"Unresponsive."
"What!" Rufus grabbed a towel, wrapped it about his waist as he strode past the dark haired older man. "Ifrit damn that little shit. And before you ask again, since last night. We had sex-"
"You mean you fucked him. We have sex together Rufus, we each Fuck Reno," Tseng corrected.
Rufus narrowed his eyes but let it go. "Last night, sometime after I started fucking him but before I came, he was like that. It was.." he glanced at the wall clock lips turning downwards in a frown. "At least ten hours ago." Rufus always slept in on the weekends, no matter where he was.
"Get. Dressed." It was a command not a request. "We will be heading back to the tower. Once there you will board the waiting helicopter and return to Junon as per your father's orders. I will take Reno to the labs to see if the good professor can, if not restore Reno, then at least make him salvageable. You better hope he can, for I am not taking the blame for loosing a promising young TURK in such a manner. This is your," he smiled humorlessly, "fuckup not mine. I will not hesitate to inform the President of your involvement either."
Rufus glared at the older man for several moments before turning on heel and returning to his bedroom to dress. He knew that if he didn't obey, his position as Shinra heir would be in jeopardy not to mention his life if his father found out he had a preference for his own gender.
Once Rufus was gone, Tseng let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. He would have to keep a closer eye on his protégée in the future. Obtaining a blanket from one of the closets, he wrapped Reno up in it so that all could be seen was his feet. No one asked questions when a Turk showed up, body in tow, and headed towards the labs. Not if they didn't want to end up in the same place.
The trip back was a tense silent one.
As ordered, Rufus left by helicopter to return to Junon. He would not return to Midgar until Sephiroth killed his father and he took over presidency of Shin-Ra.
Tseng on the other hand had the job of making sure Reno was 'assigned' to Professor Hojo. The only one he had to worry with actually question the orders was his superior, Veld, Heidigger his boss's boss, and the President who really didn't care.
"You have two weeks to get him up and functioning again Professor. After that, he no longer exists. Understand?" Tseng asked the professor.
"But of course," Hojo said then looked at the young man now laying on one of the exam tables. "Quite a lovely looking specimen," he murmured to himself as Tseng stalked away. "Two weeks is not much time, but I shall make the best of it."