Dominate Me
Disclaimer: All characters belong to SquareEnix and I make no money from this.
Warnings: BDSM, yaoi, language, violence, smutty writing, drug use
Summary: What started as a game between lovers turns into an all out war for Dominance over the other. As personal life and business start to collide, will these two violent lovers ever solve their problem? Perhaps some outside help would be beneficial…or not.
Chapter 3: Rule Breaker
"One more lap?"
"Sure, why not."
The Turk leader was currently in sweats with his long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. It was eight a.m. and he always started his workday out with a morning run around the track of the indoor military training grounds. Beside him was his running partner, Rude, who was also clad in sweatpants, though his top was a very form fitting sports shirt. It was tight around his very muscular torso and arms. Tseng kept up in step with him but would occasionally slow down purposely, feigning that he was pacing himself when actually he was admiring his subordinate's sculpted backside.
Tseng knew he was the biggest hypocrite in the world, for if he even suspected his lover of lusting after another he'd kill the infatuation just so Sephiroth couldn't see them ever again, yet here he was discreetly scanning over Rude's perfect body. He increased his speed, catching up to the Turk in sharp dark shades. He sometimes hated himself for being attracted to the man beside him but he felt he had some justification. He had known Rude before the General so technically he couldn't be faulted for liking him.
The long haired Turk sighed deeply once he had crossed the finish line of their four mile run. He placed his hands on his hips and bent his head forward as he tried to catch his breath. Rude sat down on the ground as he guzzled water.
"Good run today," Tseng commented as he drank down his own bottle of water.
Rude nodded before he pulled off his shirt and flung it over his shoulder. He then stood up and headed for the locker room. Tseng followed closely behind him, his dark eyes roaming over the expanse of wet, dark skin in front of him. Rude went to his locker and swiped his keycard to open it. As Turks, they had reserved lockers that were quite large with hanger racks and plenty of space to hang their suits. Tseng unlocked his as well and pulled out his gym bag. He removed his sweaty clothes and placed them into the bag, along with his running shoes. The Turk removed the band that held his hair back and it fell like a heavy dark curtain. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he headed for the showers. Unfortunately Rude didn't use the communal showers like Tseng did; he used the private showers that lined the walls of the locker room. Tseng removed his towel and set it aside as he turned on the water. Rude entered the private shower and removed his towel, tossing it over the shortened wall before turning the shower on.
Every now and then, he would glance over at his subordinate washing himself and frown, distressed that he couldn't see the other man's unmentionables. He had often fantasized that the Turk had a massive cock and wondered if it was bigger than Sephiroth's. He licked his lips at the thought of having both their cocks in his mouth, or one in his ass and another down his throat. The Turk switched to cold water, which usually prevented his cock from becoming hard as he fantasized in the shower. He actually had a bathroom in his office, but he'd rather use the one in the locker room, just so he could admire Rude's body.
A few other men, SOLDIERs, entered and Tseng decided it was time to take his leave. He dried off and quickly dressed into his sharp navy suit. He combed his hair back and slicked it down with gel. When he left the locker room, Rude was leaning against the wall waiting for him. It always took the head Turk longer than the other man because of his lengthy hair. They walked to the elevators and rode it up to their floor.
"I'll see you later, Rude," Tseng said in parting as Rude went into his shared office. Rude nodded in acknowledgement before entering.
The head Turk allowed himself a small smirk as he entered his own office, his thoughts lingering on the handsome Turk. He flipped on the light switch and sat at his desk feeling quite refreshed from the run and shower. Normally, his secretary would have come in by now with his coffee but since she had off he had to find someone to take care of it. After turning on his computer, he picked up his phone and dialed the extension that led to the Turk's office.
"Yes, Cissnei speaking." He heard the tiredness in her voice. Must of had a great weekend, he thought idly.
"Would you be so kind as to bring me a cup of coffee?" he asked.
"What the hell? Are you serious?" the wavy haired woman on the other line yelled.
"Yes, and I like a lot of sugar and cream," he said, sounding distracted as he looked over his agenda for the day.
"This is complete and total sexism! Why would you ask me out of all the Turks on this floor, A WOMAN, to get your coffee?"
Tseng sighed as he jotted down some additional reminders onto his schedule. "First off, only Rude and you are available. Reno hasn't clocked in yet so he's not here and I wouldn't ask him anyway."
The head Turk wondered what Reno's excuse for being late would be today. The spiky redhead had the most interesting of stories and Tseng felt like being humored.
"Why didn't you ask Rude? Hmm?" she yelled. Tseng pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. If he had known she would be so offended he wouldn't have even asked her.
"Because I asked you," he said, slight annoyance in his tone, "Are you going to get it or not? I have a busy day ahead of me."
"No I'm not getting your damn coffee you sexist! Ask Rude, or here's an idea, get it yourself!" she yelled, hanging up on him in finality.
"Fuck," the Turk groaned as he hung up the phone. Why did she have to be so difficult this morning? He thought about calling Rude but he really didn't want the man making him coffee and serving him. It just wouldn't feel right. Maybe I am sexist, the Turk thought with a shrug. Since he couldn't go without his morning coffee or high carb breakfast, the Turk scowled as he rose from his seat to retrieve his own fucking food.
He went to the break room of their floor to find that it was lacking not only a coffee maker, but also coffee beans and breakfast pastries. He was starting to miss his secretary more and more as the days went on. Very well, I'll just venture up to the executive recreation floor to get what I need, he thought as he went to the elevators. The doors opened up before he hit the button, revealing his tardy second in command.
"You are ten minutes late," he said sharply. Reno just groaned and shuffled out of the electric transport.
"I'm just glad I didn't choke on my vomit last night after I passed out," the redhead said with a proud smirk. Tseng rolled his eyes. How could someone be proud of something like that, let alone tell another person like it was something to be proud of? Then again how could he criticize, the Turk was proud that he hadn't snorted cocaine in a week, but he didn't think that his week of sobriety would last after today. He wasn't a basehead, far from it really, but he found that when things got really hectic or if he was just in a downright bad mood, some blow would help him make it through the day, and right now it was looking like it was going to be a rough Monday.
"Just clock in and get started on the Manson case," he said as he stepped into the elevator.
"Yeah sure thing boss," the redhead said before the heavy elevator doors shut. The executive recreation floor was an entire level dedicated to the higher ups in Shinra. There were flat screens and pool tables, a bar and a bistro, basically a place for them to relax. Tseng really never used the area, and it was his first time up here in about a year. When the doors opened, he walked over to the bistro and ordered a coffee with a bagel and cream cheese.
"Well this is a surprise," a familiar gruff voice behind him said. The Turk swore mentally before he turned around. He was greeted with the sinister amused smirk of President Shinra and a few other businessmen. Tseng bowed politely to his superior.
"Good Morning, Sirs," he said evenly.
"We missed you at the dinner party," the chubby leader said, his deep blue eyes fixed on his Turk. "But you'll make the next one for sure, right?"
"Yes, Sir," he said, glad he disguised his dread.
"Well, it just so happens I'm having another one tomorrow. I expect to see you there. The dress is semi casual," he informed the Turk.
"Thank you for inviting me, Mr. President," he managed to get out. Shinra chuckled darkly and patted Tseng on the back before leaving. Once the men were out of sight, he made his way to the elevators and hoped he wouldn't run into any more people he didn't want to see.
He'd been training for the past four hours and yet he still felt energized. He skillfully swung his blade, singlehandedly slaughtering hundreds of Wutaiian Soldiers in the simulation. Admittedly, he was getting bored at how easily he could take them out and how predictable their actions were, until suddenly, the hoard of soldiers ceased and he was presented with only one challenger. He took his stance, and charged full force at the person until they came into view. Without thinking, he stopped mid swing and jumped back a few feet. He was breathing heavily from the exercise, but also from the fact that he had almost sliced his lover in two.
The "Tseng" in front of him was dressed in full Wutai armor sans the headgear, with his long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Regardless of the outfit and setting change, he knew his lover when he saw him and instinctually withdrew his attack. The fact that this was just a simulation didn't even register. He frowned as he looked at the challenger and fixed his gaze on the man. Tseng smirked and charged at him with a katana in his hands. Sephiroth had long spotted the man's weak point but he didn't go for it when Tseng was in range. He blocked the attack and used the force of the clash to knock the man off his balance. His weapon went flying, landing a few feet away from him.
His simulated lover glared up at him as Sephiroth placed his blade to his neck. He licked his lips at the sight of his lover in such a vulnerable position. With the blade pointed to his neck, the Turk carefully rose to his knees and placed his hands behind his back. Normally, the simulations couldn't speak or make sounds other than pre programmed grunts and wails, but they were capable if someone spoke through them, which is exactly what happened. The simulated Turk licked his lips and a blush graced his cheeks.
"Please…fuck me then kill me…I can't stand the humiliation! Fuck me and fill my slutty ass with your blade! Oh please!" the Turk said overdramatically. Of course it hadn't been the man's actual voice, but his asshole best friend's who was in the control room.
"Fuck you, Genesis. Fucking ass fuck," he swore as he took one last look at Tseng before he removed his headwear, ending the simulation.
The sound of the auburn haired man's laughter filled the room as he still was connected to the mic. Sephiroth looked up to the control room to see Genesis red faced with laughter, while the actual operator of the simulation was trying to get his equipment back. His fellow comrade exited the control room holding his sides.
"That was so funny!" the blue eyed SOLIDER said through laughter.
"You're so…stupid," the General said as he exited the training room.
"I should have said, "Fuck my throat with Masamune!"", the auburn haired one said, leaning against a wall for support and he doubled over in laughter. Angeal rounded the corner and raised a dark brow at the sight of the two SOLDIERs. He stood next to Sephiroth, joining him as they watched the red head cackle.
"Genesis tampering with the simulations?" Angeal asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Yeah," the general said through slightly gritted teeth.
"I got the president's son dressed as a Font Condor warrior telling me to "penetrate him with my broad sword"", he said with annoyance in his tone.
"Mine was the head Turk in Wutaiian armor. What he said wasn't even worth repeating," Sephiroth informed.
"Okay okay…"Genesis said as his laughter died down. He stood up and walked alongside his companions as they headed for Sephiroth's office. It was routine for the General to take a shower in his office instead of using the communal ones. Sometimes Angeal and Genesis liked to sit in his office while he showered and changed. He generally didn't care if they wanted to sit around and eat their lunch while he showered, but he feared Tseng finding out. He knew the Turk would make his life hell if he found out that other men were in his office while he was naked in the bathroom. In Tseng's eyes, he might as well be fucking Genesis on his desk with Angeal ramming into him from behind. Either way he'd be fucked.
Once in his office, he sighed as he plopped down on his couch and started to undue his boots. Genesis took the seat behind his desk and Angeal modestly sat in an armchair he pulled up to Sephiroth's desk. The auburn haired man pulled out his favorite salad which contained slices of apples and nuts. He found the apples sweet and juicy enough that he didn't need salad dressing. Angeal had a hamburger and fries which he had ordered from the cafeteria.
After his boots were unlaced, he kicked them off and took off his long dark jacket, followed by his pants and boxers. He tossed them all to the side of the room sloppily as he headed to the bathroom. Genesis took a bite of his food and smirked at Sephiroth.
"I wish your hair wasn't so long right now. I want to see ass," he said playfully. Angeal shook his head and took frowned.
"Don't say that. He's already in a committed relationship. And I don't think Tseng would appreciate your words," he scolded. Genesis rolled his eyes and leaned back into the leather chair.
"Fuck that cross-dressing drag queen. I'll say whatever I want," Genesis retorted. Sephiroth shot him a warning glare.
"You're just jealous because Tseng has a better ass," the general said with a smirk before he shut the bathroom door and turned the shower on. Angeal sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Here we go," he mumbled under his breath.
"What! I totally have a more perfect ass than that twig! Can you believe this Angeal?" he said as he stood up and rounded the table. When he was directly in front of his best friend, he placed his palms on the sleek black top of the desk and wiggled his bottom in front of the man's face.
"Is this ass not the gift of the goddess herself?" he said as he rocked his hips back and forth. Angeal groaned at the lack of tact his best friend had, but nodded his head. He had learned the hard way that it was best to cooperate with Genesis than to go against him sometimes. This was one of those times.
"I know! You wanna see it with my pants off?" he said as he stood up to unbuckle his pants. Angeal nearly choked on his food.
"NO! No and never! What is wrong with you? Just sit down and eat," he said, nearly about to have a heart attack. Genesis shrugged his shoulders and resumed his previous position.
"Suit yourself…but you just missed out on a great ass," he informed.
They ate in comfortable silence and Angeal thought that for once they were going to have pleasant lunch, but as soon as he saw Genesis grabbing Sephiroth's sports drink, he knew that his dreams of a nice mealtime with him was dissolving.
"No," he said sternly. Genesis didn't reply, but he unscrewed the top and tried to pour a white powder into it. Fortunately, Angeal had swiped the bag and put it in his pocket.
"Genesis, what was that? Are you trying…" he was mid sentence when he saw Genesis finish pouring the substance in his drink from another bag. Angeal growled and tossed the decoy bag on the table.
"You conniving little…" he trailed off as he stood up. Genesis stuck his tongue out as he closed the top tightly and shook the drink up.
"I'm not letting him drink that," the taller, more muscular man said assuredly.
"Is that so?" the auburn haired man said with a smirk. The two blue eyed men stared down at each other before Angeal lunged at him from across the desk.
When the General did come out a few minutes later, he wasn't too surprised to see Genesis and Angeal wrestling on the floor. It wasn't the first time he'd walked in and they were fighting. He wondered what had happened. Last time, Genesis had lunged at Angeal because he'd said something about his choice of clothing for casual day. In Angeal's defense, Sephiroth hadn't understood Genesis' fashion choice either but he dare not say it.
He didn't bother to ask as he sat as his desk and grabbed his drink, which was tilted over probably due to their fighting. He didn't question it as he opened it and took a refreshing gulp.
"N-yes!" he heard the collaborated cries of both the men on the floor say as they each tried to hold the other back from reaching his desk. He stared at them oddly as he drank his red drink and turned on his computer.
"Don't you have a meeting with Lazard, Angeal? And aren't you supposed to be training the cadets now, Genesis?" Sephiroth said, trying to get rid of the scuffling men who were distracting him from his job.
Genesis broke free of Angeal's hold and promptly fixed his uniform. "Yes…we do."
He grabbed his lunch box and threw Angeal's wrappers in the trash. "We're going now. Bu-bye!" he said, shoving Angeal out the room.
"You've made a terrible…" was all Angeal could say before the door shut. Sephiroth sighed in frustration, but at least the distractions were gone.
A half hour later and he was waist deep in mission reports and he wasn't being very efficient. He was having trouble focusing, not to mention he was suddenly feeling very tired. He hoped it was just a fleeting thing so he could finish his work.
The Turk's workday had been a long one, and by seven p.m. he was anxious to get home. The morning had started out with paperwork, followed by reading and writing reports. He had gotten called in by the president to be asked of his opinion on a matter, though he knew he was there because the man wanted to see him. At noon, Rufus Shinra, the president's seventeen year old son, requested him to be his bodyguard as he went out for lunch. After lunch, he went straight back to work but was again interrupted by a call from his Turks who had been sent out to retrieve a felon. Apparently the criminal had more gang members than they thought and he was called for backup. He didn't get back until five p.m. and he was covered in blood and other unmentionable from the mass killing of seemingly endless thugs. In the end they detained the thief and a few accomplices. After he showered, he threw his clothes away and changed into a fresh new suit. With the case finally complete, he would now have to report on it which only added to his workload.
By eight p.m., he was ready to go home. He couldn't stop yawning and the letters on his keyboard were starting to blend together. Deciding to turn in for the night, he saved his work and organized the papers on his desk so he could just jump into it tomorrow morning. A realization hit the Turk and he decided to check his bank account seeing as how today was payday. A satisfied smirk graced his face as he looked at the most recent deposit. It was just the motivation he needed to keep him going. Every time he saw the seven figure sum in his account he thought that maybe his job wasn't so bad.
He turned everything off and exited his office that locked automatically. As he was leaving the building, his phone rang and vibrated in his pocket.
"Yes," the Turk answered as he made his way to his car.
"When are you coming home?" the deep baritone voice of his secret lover questioned.
"Hmm…" he said in thought as he unlocked his car door.
"Tseng," he heard another call out his name. He looked back and his eyes settled upon the tall, bald Turk who was walking over to him. The head Turk was surprised to say the least as he had thought Rude had gone home already.
"Just a minute," he said to the general as he pressed the phone to his chest, covering the mic.
"Yes, Rude?" he asked.
"I was going to get a late dinner and I wondered if you would like to join me?" he said, his tone steady and deep.
It wasn't often he had dinner with his handsome crush, so he thought it would be foolish of him to not take the invite. Rude rarely asked him out to someplace outside of business.
"Yes, I'll go," he said, smiling politely. "Just let me finish this call and I'll follow you."
The brooding man nodded his head before going to his own sleek, black vehicle located two spots down from Tseng's. The Turk placed his phone back to his ear.
"Hello?" he said, but received no answer. "Um, Hello?"
He realized that Sephiroth was no longer there and speed dialed his number, only to receive the same results. He shrugged his shoulders and entered his freezing cold vehicle with concern etched into his features. Why wasn't Sephiroth answering? He lingered on that thought as he followed Rude in his vehicle. They arrived at a restaurant Tseng had never been to but was glad it was relatively close to his condo. If he liked the place well enough it could be a new diner to add to his repertoire. He parked and pulled down his mirror to check his appearance before he stepped out. Rude was waiting for him by the door and nodded in greeting.
It was a mom and pop diner and though it was late, the place was a bit crowded. A waiter showed them to a booth in the corner of the restaurant and took their drink orders as he handed out the menus. Tseng and Rude both ordered beer.
"I am not familiar with the food here. What would you recommend?" Tseng asked of Rude, who was scanning through the menu.
"Anything is good really," he said, lifting his head up from the menu and setting it down.
The waiter came back with their drinks and took their orders. Rude ordered spaghetti and breadsticks, whilst Tseng ordered the chicken carbonara. They sipped at their drinks, making small talk as they waited for their food. Rude wasn't much of a talker, so Tseng chatted enough for the both of them, though Rude asked a question here and there.
"How was your weekend," he asked the man in shades.
"Fine. And yours?" he responded.
"Wonderful," Tseng answered honestly. Though he and Sephiroth had fought most of the night on Saturday, they had great make up sex the next day. He felt his cock twitch at the memory of the general's thick mass plunging in and out of him with a vengeance. He smirked to himself as he thought about the Turk sitting across from him. He didn't know if the Turk was interested in men or not, but that didn't stop him from imagining he was. He fixed his gaze on the man's full lips as he drank his beer. How he'd love to have that sensual mouth wrapped around his dick, or suckling at his nipples.
"Were you with Reno and Cissnei?"he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
Rude nodded. "Those two can really party."
"Is that so," he said amused by Rude's almost annoyed tone. "And are you one to go out as well?"
"Not really," he answered.
"Then why go if you don't want to?"
"Reno likes to buy us beer so why not," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
Tseng chuckled at that and took another sip of his drink. Their food arrived and Tseng had to admit it looked delicious. He said a small prayer of gratitude to the gods before he brought the hot pasta up to his lips. He blew on it a bit before he put it in his mouth, the taste actually quite flavorful and good. The chicken was well seasoned and he savored the taste, along with the sauce. The raven haired man glanced over at his companion, watching as he twirled his pasta around his fork and ate the spaghetti in one bite.
"This is very good," he said, taking another bite of his carbonara. "How is yours? I may get that next time I come here."
"Good," the Turk in shades said evenly, before adding, "You can taste some if you'd like."
The Turk felt his heart jump at the simple offer, though he hid his surprise and eagerness from his face. He smiled pleasantly at Rude before inching his fork over to the other man's plate; however, just as his fork was hovering over his comrade's plate, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket.
Damn it all, he thought as he retracted his hand and roughly pulled out his phone. He flipped the sleek black device open and pressed it to his ear.
"Yes," he answered, picking up his fork in an attempt to try Rude's food again.
"Where are you?" he heard the deep baritone voice of his lover ask. Tseng twirled his fork around and the pasta wrapped around it like yarn. He nodded in thanks to Rude before he brought it up to his lips.
"I'm busy," he said nonchalantly before popping the food into his mouth.
"Where the fuck are you, Tseng?" The silver haired general asked again, this time with more ire.
"This is really good. I must get this next time," he said to Rude.
"You should try a dessert," the brooding Turk suggested, adjusting his shades out of habit.
"I think I will…"
"Hey, Tseng!" he heard his enraged boyfriend yell. "I'm fucking talking to you and I do not like the way you are disrespecting…"
"The cheesecake is wonderful. I'll order us some," Rude said as he waved the waiter over.
"Thank you. Oh, just make sure there are no strawberries. I'm allergic," he informed the other Turk.
"Tseng, who are you with right now?" Sephiroth asked.
"That is none of your concern," Tseng retorted. He pushed his finished meal to the side to allow for the dessert.
"I grow tired of your attitude. Tell me right now, pet," he ordered, practically hissing the last word. Tseng frowned and stood up from the table.
"I'll be right back," he said, bowing slightly to his companion as he excused himself. He exited the diner and walked to his car, unlocking the door to sit in the driver's seat.
"You're joking right? Tell me you are trying to humor me," the dark haired Turk bit out.
"I'm very serious," the general said smoothly. "You blew me off for a reason. Who are you with?"
Tseng groaned in annoyance. "I tried to call you back but you didn't answer! Now just fuck off! You know the rules," the furious Turk yelled.
"I'm very familiar with the rules, pet," he said, his tone sly. "But I haven't broken any of them yet."
"Yes you have! We keep business and pleasure separate! Remember that one!"
"Oh? So you're with a coworker? Which one?" he said smoothly.
"None of your business! I've had a long day at work and I just want to enjoy my meal in peace," he snapped.
"So, you're at a restaurant then?"
Tseng rolled his eyes and scowled in annoyance. He flipped his phone shut, hanging up on his pestering boyfriend. The Turk loved the man dearly, but Sephiroth could be so bothersome at the worst of times. He exited his car and headed back into the dinner. When he arrived back at his seat, there were two slices of cheesecake along with a refilled glass of beer on the table. He bowed politely to the other Turk before he took his seat.
"I apologize for that," he said courteously. Rude didn't say anything but pushed the dessert closer to the Turk.
Tseng picked up the fork and sliced a piece off. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste as he let the flavor settle on his tongue. It was good…excellent really. When he opened his eyes he thought he saw the faintest of smiles on Rude's lips, but before he could clarify, it was gone. He smiled at his inferior and watched as the other man ate his treat.
"I didn't think you liked sweet things," he said, taking a bite of his cheesecake.
"Actually, I have a pretty big sweet tooth," he said evenly.
"Oh?" he said surprised. "I never would have guessed."
The Commander ate slowly, savoring the taste. A bit of cream was on his lips and he flicked his tongue out to get it, not wanting any to go waste. Rude had finished his dessert a minute ago and now sipped at his beer. The dark haired Turk discreetly eyed the handsome man across from him as he ate, enjoying the pleasant sight. Sometimes he wondered why he never had pursued the solemn Turk. He'd known Rude since his rookie days and the man seemed to age like fine wine. Each year he seemed to get more handsome. He'd be lying to himself and the cosmos if he said he didn't think about fucking his subordinate. He sometimes flirted with the Turk subtly, but he didn't think Rude was aware that he was.
He finished his treat, but refrained from drinking his beer. The alcohol would take away the pleasant sweet taste on his tongue. Rude signaled for the waiter to come over and asked for the bill. Tseng reached into his coat pocket to pull out his wallet but the other man dismissed the action with a raised hand.
"On me," he said, pulling out his wallet when the waiter returned with the bill. He gave the server 100 gil and told him to keep the change. The boy bowed in gratitude and thanked him for the generous tip. They got up to leave and he followed Rude out of the restaurant.
"Thank you," he said to the taller man. Rude nodded in parting and waved goodbye as he headed for his vehicle. Tseng admired his physique from behind before he headed for his car. He watched the Turk get in his car and thought his vehicle suited him perfected. But when Rude tried to start his car, it wouldn't reeve up. Tseng watched concerned as Rude tried for a few minutes to get the car started before he walked over to the car.
"What happened?" he asked the man in shades as he exited his car.
"Probably Reno," he said assuredly. "He took my car yesterday while I was recovering from a hangover."
"I see," the Turk said slowly as an idea formed in his head. He did his best to hold back a malicious smirk as he approached Rude.
"If you can't get it started I'll take you home. A tow can come get it," he offered.
Rude nodded and reentered the vehicle. He attempted to get it started for fifteen minutes until he gave up.
"You could check under the hood to see if you can assess the problem," Tseng suggested. Rude shook his head and pulled out his phone.
"I'll just have them come get it. It's too cold out."
Tseng waited patiently as Rude called a tow service. The truck came and loaded up the chic vehicle. Rude signed some papers and tossed the keys to the driver.
"Fix it," was all he said before he turned to his boss.
"Ready to go?" Tseng asked. Rude nodded and they both headed over to his car. Once situated inside, the head Turk had to admit he liked the idea of seeing his crush's home. They rode in comfortable silence, Rude only speaking to give directions. Tseng pulled up to a gated housing complex and Rude gave him the pass code to enter. He drove by Rude's direction until he pulled up to a two story Tudor. He parked in the driveway and Rude thanked him for the ride, but as his subordinate opened the door Tseng called out to him.
"May I use your bathroom please?" he asked politely. Rude nodded and Tseng turned his head so his grin wouldn't be seen.
Rude opened the door and flipped on the light switch. A black cat meowed and approached them as Rude hung up his jacket. The Turk adored cats and couldn't help but kneel down and pet the adorable little thing. Rude looked slightly amused as his boss pulled the cat into his arms scratched its head. If Rude hadn't been standing next to him he would have snuggled the cute little thing. His affinity for cats also transcribed into his sex life, as wearing cat ears and a tail were his favorite accessories.
He heard another voice, followed by footsteps. They sounded light, but hurried.
"Oh my god, where have you…ahh!" he heard the girl scream as she appeared. She stared at Tseng until a bright red blush graced her face. The first thing the commander noticed were how big her breast were compared to her small body. She was very pale with hair almost as dark as his.
"Why didn't you tell me we had company," she said, embarrassed to be seen in pj's. Rude shrugged his shoulders and turned to Tseng.
"The bathroom is down that hall. The second door to your left."
Tseng placed the cat down and nodded in acknowledgment to the girl before he went to the bathroom. He really didn't need to go, he just wanting to see Rude in his environment. He was surprised by the girl though; having thought Rude lived alone or was single. He wondered if Reno knew about her then shook his head. Surely Reno would have mention Rude's woman if he knew. He could hear them or her really, vaguely approaching.
"Who is that?" she asked, trying to keep her voice low but the Turk heard her clearly with his ear pressed against the wall.
"My boss," he said evenly without going into details.
"That man is your boss? Really?" she said, her voice irking the Turk in the bathroom.
"Bitch," Tseng muttered under his breath before he flushed the toilet. He ran some water for twenty seconds before he exited. Rude was standing in the hall next to the unidentified female that Tseng already resented.
"I'll be leaving now," the Turk said, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl.
"You sure you don't want a cup of tea of something before you go?" the female asked. "It's awfully cold out there."
The Turk forced a polite smile and was about to decline the offer when Rude casually started to remove his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt.
"I suppose I could have one cup before I go," he said, trying to hide his eagerness.
"Awesome! I'll get the water boiling," she said happily. "I'm Miranda by the way."
Tseng nodded and introduced himself as well. As she bounded for the kitchen, Tseng turned to Rude who was heading for the living area. His dark eyes roamed over the man's shirtless back as he followed him. He took a seat in the armchair across from Rude and enjoyed the view of the man before him. Then, as if sensing his betrayal from afar, the head Turk's phone started vibrating. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked to see who was calling. A slight sigh fell from his lips as he answered his lover.
"Yes," he said bitterly.
"Where are you? It's almost ten-thirty," his silver haired boyfriend asked.
"I'll be there shortly," he said promptly before hanging up.
"Is it work?" Rude asked concerned.
"Oh no," the Turk said politely, "Just an associate."
Rude nodded and relaxed into his sofa. The Turk remained quiet but his mind was racing with scenarios of him, a shirtless Rude and that soft looking sofa. He imagined sitting in Rude's lap with his fingers roaming over his chiseled chest as he kissed him desperately.
Get a hold of yourself, Tseng! The Turk thought to himself. You have a hot, silver haired sex god waiting for you at home. Stop fantasizing.
As he ceased his lustful thoughts, Miranda arrived holding a tray with three cups of hot tea. It smelled good as she handed him a cup with a smile on her face. He couldn't help but stare at her large breast as she leaned over.
"Ah thank you," he said curtly, hoping Rude didn't think he was ogling his woman.
She served Rude then took a seat next to him. The Turk in shades sipped idly at his drink before a slight frown graced his lips. Miranda noticed immediately and questioned him.
"What? Still not enough sugar?" she asked. Rude nodded and placed the cup down. The girl rolled her eyes and stood up.
"He's always had such a sweet tooth," she commented. "Ever since we were kids."
"Kids?" the head Turk said out loud before realizing his mistake.
"Oh yeah. Rude and I are brother and sister," she said happily, bringing over more sugar cubes to put in Rude's tea. "I know we don't look much alike. We have different fathers."
"I see," the Turk said, trying to hide his relief by taking a sip of his tea that was starting to taste even better.
He left Rude's house around eleven p.m. and immediately headed over to the house he shared with Sephiroth. He knew the man would be furious with him but it was almost worth it to see Rude's sleek, muscular body. He reached home soon after and though he dreaded going in, he couldn't stay in his car the whole night. With an annoyed sigh, he got out of his car with his briefcase in hand and unlocked the door.
He wasn't surprised to see the house was pitch black dark. Sephiroth didn't need light to see due to his genetic modifications, but Tseng did. He turned on the light in the foyer and removed his shoes and jacket. He loosened his tie as he made his way upstairs. The Turk could only hope the General had fallen asleep so he wouldn't have to deal with him tonight. He was tired, and only wanted to change into more comfortable clothes and go to bed.
Once in his room, he turned the light on the lowest setting. He could see Sephiroth's form underneath the covers and was relieved to see the man was asleep. He quickly changed into his nightclothes and slipped into bed, being as quiet as he could as to not disturb his lover. He adjusted in bed into a comfortable position and closed his eyes, eager to fall asleep.
Unfortunately, the hand he felt slipping through his hair let him know he probably wasn't off the hook yet. He tried to react as quickly as he could, but he wasn't faster than Sephiroth's lighting fast reflexes. Tseng gritted his teeth as his head was yanked back by his hair and his arms restrained behind his back.
"Fuck Seph!" he hissed out at the sharp pain.
"Where were you?" he asked, voice sharp as it cut though the silent dark of the night.
"I just went to eat! Let me go you fucking psycho."
He felt the grip on his arms grow tighter.
"Where else?"
"None of your business," he bit out. He knew it was better to keep Sephiroth guessing than to name names. His jealous lover would make Rude's life a living hell if he found out Tseng was interested in him.
"You better tell me something. Who were you with?" he growled into his ear.
"Damn it Seph! I just went out to eat with Cissnei! She invited me to a late dinner and I took her offer. Now release me you neanderthal," he hissed out.
He was becoming slightly aroused from the situation but he was really tired, and though he figured he could have sex right now, he really wanted to pass out.
The general didn't release him but he did loosen his grip. "Cissnei? The red haired girl?" he asked.
"Yes," he managed to get out before a yawn. He felt his arms being released and the grip on his hair was removed. Sephiroth then pulled Tseng into his arms and held him close.
"Bipolar son of a bitch," the Turk bit out as he snuggled closer to his lover.
"I was just concerned," Sephiroth said nonchalantly as he closed his eyes. "You know I don't like it when I don't know who you're with or where you're at."
"Yeah I know," the Turk said lowly. He wasn't surprised by what Sephiroth said, but he was growing concerned by how often it was being said. It seemed he couldn't do anything non work related without Sephiroth wanting to know every detail. Tseng knew he could be pretty overbearing sometimes too but only when it came to Genesis. He didn't like or trust him, thus he was always skeptical about them going out, but that wasn't the case with Sephiroth. Unless he was out with a woman, the man would hound him for details.
"I'm not a child Seph, I don't have to tell you everything," he said.
"Well you better tell me something, because if I have nothing to go on then there's nothing to stop me from assuming anything."
Tseng sighed softly before frowning.
"Just…shut up."
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