BMIK: Rufus

Chephren: Tseng

Chapter 7

Rufus had waited in his office, impatiently waiting for his bodyguard to come back and inform him of the outcome of his mission. Tseng was awfully late today and Rufus wondered if there had been any complications. When his Wutaian subordinate finally arrived to report to him, Rufus' expression was tight.

"And?" he asked, sitting stiffly on the couch in his office, legs crossed, a cup of tea before him.

"Master Zhen promised that he would have your money on the first. The other delinquent tenants say the same but we shall see when the time comes. I have impressed upon them the importance of paying you on time and the consequences of taking the company lightly." Tseng answered with a small bow. He felt so warm inside as if nothing could bring him down from his natural high today, not even Rufus' mood.

"And that took you three hours?"

"I stopped to eat at my favorite restaurant, sir, I felt hungry. I'm sorry it took me so long to return." Tseng felt his heart beat harder in his chest though as he heard the change in Rufus' tone of voice. Okay... so he was a little affected by Rufus' moods but he knew what happened to those who generally crossed him. Since Tseng had known him when they were boys together, he had succeeded in so far not being the one to anger the man but he wasn't clear on just how far he could push. Really, he had no liberty in this respect at all but for some reason, Rufus had been lenient on him thus far.

"Well I hope you enjoyed it," the blond retorted waspishly, almost snarling. "I was bored out of my wits here. You should have called." He stood, walking over to his minibar where he ignored the alcohol but fetched an expensive cigar. Everything here was expensive, the carpets, furniture, the clothing Rufus wore... He hadn't become that wealthy because he was such a nice guy though.

"How do you plan on making up for that?" he finally asked, lighting a match and puffing at his cigar, before throwing the burnt stick into an ashtray and looking back up at Tseng, again with a hand casually stuffed in the pocket of his white suit.

"I am... at your disposal, sir," he bowed again, this time lower and walked over to the man, wondering where to start. "What do you wish me to do for you?" It could be anything and if he chose wrong, it might not end well so Tseng thought he should just ask, even though his boss didn't appreciate having to name his desires either.

"Make an offer," Rufus droned, taking a deep breath from his cigar, and looking down at Tseng from above. The man was a mystery to him, one he wanted to solve but he pursued that goal with relative laziness. As far as he knew, Tseng had no one he was deeply attached to, and it wasn't as if Rufus had to fear any rival or so. "I will decide if it is to my liking."

"I could..." Tseng thought for a moment, his jaw tightening. It wasn't that he really minded doing such things but it was the fact that he felt that he lowered himself to do them for Rufus... It wasn't really the actions themselves as much as the fact that it was expected of him. As long as he had known Rufus, which had been since they were children, he didn't feel closer to him for it. In order to preserve his self-respect, Tseng only acknowledged it as business. "I could suck your cock if that would please you, sir."

"This is slowly getting old," Rufus sneered, but then he shrugged anyways and with a quick motion, opened his fly. He wasn't in the mood to find a creative punishment and they had lost enough time already. Besides, Tseng on his knees was just a lovely sight and it never failed to get Rufus off, knowing that he had such power over the dangerous man.

"Then what would you have me d-"

Tseng silenced himself belatedly as soon as he saw Rufus' perfect cock emerge from white trousers. Lowering himself to his knees, the dark bodyguard moved forward on them to kneel before rosy flesh, opening his mouth to extend his tongue, letting only the very tip graze along the thin slit, tasting some of his employer's secret essence. Closing his eyes as if savoring the taste, Tseng looked up at the blond's face almost reverently as he reached up to grasp the shaft before he took the tip between his lips, humming as he felt the thick flesh moved further inside and he sucked once, hard.

Rufus sighed quietly, forcing his hips to keep still and not thrust inside Tseng's warm mouth. Over the years, the man had become an excellent cock-sucker, knowing exactly what Rufus needed and how to get him off. Rufus might have even believed the passionate movements if it hadn't been for the listless look in Tseng's eyes. There seldom was much emotion in there... "Make it fast, we lost enough time today," the blond hissed, his hand gripping some of that silky hair, tearing at it simply because he could.

How could he have forgotten? Tseng sighed too and began to pick up speed. There was no love in this exchange... yet his mind had become clouded with thoughts of... Herbert... Tseng shuddered, a gasp escaping his as he stifled a moan and let his head begin to bob faster, taking Rufus' cock in deeper His own cock began to harden in his pants as he sucked on his master, his hand slipping up the back of one of the man's thighs to squeeze a buttock within fresh, ivory pants.

Rufus let out a surprised groan, his knees going weak and he had to grab the desk for support. This hadn't happened in ages! "Wha-" the blond narrowed his eyes, looking back down to see what was going on, but another fervent suck had him close them again and grit his teeth.

Knitting his brows in waking passion, Tseng let out a soft, yet urgent noise, pulling Rufus in deeper to let the man fuck his throat. It was so good... so wonderful to think of his little angel doing that to him and the Wutaian tortured himself with imagining how the needy utterances would sound spilling from Herbert's lips. As he pulled away and his mouth could move easier, Tseng moaned around it and when he reached the tip, the dark man hollowed his cheeks in one long, hard suck before he opened up and pulled Rufus all the way in again. He was feeling quite content in this moment.

At the sudden passionate treatment, Rufus couldn't hold back. He came violently in Tseng's mouth with a harsh cry, something he hadn't done in ages. Panting, the man tried to get a grip, having to sit down heavily on his chair.

"What the fuck?" he ground out, glaring at Tseng.

The Wutaian sighed softly, licking his lips, a ghost of a smile on his face until he became aware of his employer's mood. "What is it, sir?" Tseng asked, his eyes trying not to betray his inward feelings. "Were my actions not good for you?"

"They were too good actually," Rufus replied flatly, putting his softened cock away with as much dignity as he could muster. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden? Usually you make a big deal of being aloof about it."

"Oh," Tseng acknowledged, "well, which is preferable to you? I can do it either way."...Now that he had hope to inspire him, that was. He deliberately avoided the question because he wanted his own secret, just one little thing all to himself. One beautiful, little silver flower.

"Tch." Rufus snorted as if this conversation was just an epic waste of time but he didn't want to ask again as it would have indicated that he might care. Which he didn't, of course. He just wanted to know what was going on with the person he entrusted his life with, it was only natural. His mood hadn't gotten any better though.

"What's keeping you here? Don't you have any work to do?" he therefore snapped, waving the man away like an annoying fly.

"Yes, of course," Tseng replied, giving a small bow as he left the office. Outside at this desk, he searched the archives for any mentions of a Sephiroth or a Vincent living at 124 Knothole Lane... There were no company dealings with either man, it seemed, so Tseng instead turned to reverse entries in online directories.

"Sephiroth...Jenova," he mused as he found records of the resident of this address. Taking this name, he dug a little deeper, trying to find out what he could out there about his little one or this Vincent. "...Valentine," he said shortly after, upon the recognition. It was a start at least. All searches for a Herbert Jenova were coming up negative, as if the boy didn't exist...

After spending a few moments in thought, Tseng rose from his desk and left the office without a word.

TBC

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