Dominate Me

Disclaimer: All characters belong to SquareEnix and I make no money from this.

Warnings: BDSM, yaoi, language, violence, smutty writing

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.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! I love, love , love reading them :)

Also, if there will be" forced" scenes, I will warn more clearly next time. My apologies lovelies.

Chapter 5: War and Chocolate

Tseng woke up sore and in a bit of pain. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but knowing that the bruises and love bites came from a mob of fat businessmen, made him feel nauseous. For a moment he considered sleeping in but he couldn't miss his morning run with Rude. He just couldn't imagine his crush running all alone without Tseng to ogle him from behind, thus he made an effort to get his sore ass out of bed and to the training grounds.

He ran a bit slower than usual, and trailed behind Rude, not that he minded with the view he was getting. The head Turk's eyes wandered from the man's broad shoulders to his muscular buttocks. He licked his lips at the sight and chewed on his bottom lip a bit. Rude started running a bit faster and Tseng stressed himself to catch up. He didn't want to look too sorry in front of his subordinate. With quick strides he caught up to the tall Turk and started to surpass him. Sometimes he wondered if the man sometimes checked out his ass too, he did have a rather nice one. Sephiroth has said it was most perfect ass he'd ever seen, and Tseng vainly agreed.

The long haired Turk looked over his shoulder at the man in shades trailing just a few meters behind him. They'd already gone past the usual sixteen laps, but he wanted to push himself. Plus, the burning he felt from running was dulling the ache in his ass.

"Hey, big guy," he called out as he started running backwards. "One more lap if you can handle it."

At his teasing, Rude smirked and started to pick up the pace. Tseng turned around and resumed running normally until Rude caught up, obviously trying to beat him to the next finish line.

A race hmm…

Tseng ignored the pain in his chest and started to give this final lap everything. Rude seemed to be doing the same as they were neck and neck for most of the lap. As the finish line came into sight, Tseng's leg started cramping and he slowed down a bit. He tried to fight through it, but the pain was starting to become unbearable. He had no choice but to slow to a stop before he was able to finish. Rude looked back at him as he passed his boss and crossed the finish line.

Tseng frowned and plopped down on the ground and waited for the cramp to pass. As his breathing returned to normal, the pain in his ass was starting to come back.

"Shit," he swore, as he tried to stand up. Rude offered him a hand and he gladly took it, along with a bottle of water.

"Getting old, Sir?" the bald man jested. Tseng chuckled as they headed to the locker room.

They showered and dressed quickly as their run had gone on longer than usual. As they made their way across the training field, Tseng caught sight of Lazard in the corner of his eye. He was honestly surprised to see the man at work considering what happened last night. To other people the man may have seemed normal enough, but Tseng's trained eye caught the weariness in them. Lazard finally saw him and the head Turk gave him a casual wave, and a slight wink. He caught the slightest narrowing of the man's blue eyes and smirked.

He wondered if Lazard had seen the video he'd sent him already.

They were just about to get on the elevators when a sudden explosion erupted. Tseng and Rude were instantly on alert and drew their guns. He heard a few shrieks from a few startled cadets and ordered them to stay down. The two Turks approached the area where the explosion occurred cautiously, for they couldn't see anything with all the dust around. Tseng noted the absence of gunpowder, meaning it wasn't a bomb that caused the destruction.

He nodded to Rude and they split up. With his gun aimed at the destruction, he could hear voices within the dust and could make out the outline of a tall man. He aimed in the man's direction and started to move further in.

"Fucking bitch!" he heard come from the man he was slowly approaching. "Look what you made me do!"

He heard another grumble from the ground and hoped Rude was pointing his gun at the one on the ground. He heard a dry cough and the sound of metal against metal. Swords?

"Fuck you Sephiroth!" he heard a familiar, narcissistic voice respond. Tseng sighed, and lowered his weapon.

"Rude," he called out, "Lower your weapon."

Knowing the man would follow his orders without question, Tseng placed his gun back into its holster.

As the dust cleared, he could make out the two figures clearly. Sephiroth was engaged in a heated conflict with Genesis. They were throwing insults at each other that even sailors wouldn't use. He scanned the area for the amount of damage. Apparently they had broken out of the side of the wall of the training room from the upper level. He sighed as he approached the furious silver haired general.

"Sephiroth," Tseng called out, cutting off the man's current string of insults. He stared down at the Turk and suddenly looked annoyed. The general was covered in cuts and bruises, not to mention the dust that clung to his skin.

"The hell is going here?" the Turk asked, resisting the urge to cross his arms and tap his foot.

"Um…" the general said as he scratched his dust encrusted hair.

"He threw me through a wall!" Genesis screamed, as he picked himself up. Tseng frowned and pulled out his phone. He dialed the maintenance room and ordered the immediate clean up of the training facility.

"What now, Sir?" Rude asked, suddenly next to him. Tseng looked to Sephiroth then to Genesis. The latter looking severely pissed off.

"Sephiroth! Genesis!" he heard the director yell. He'd forgotten Lazard had even been in the training area. The blond approached them both with a furious expression on his face.

"Both of you! Explain this to me right now!" he bellowed. Tseng shrugged his shoulders as the two SOLDIERS shuffled awkwardly as Lazard yelled at them.

"Let's go Rude," he said. He cast one last look over his shoulder and smirked at his boyfriend getting chewed out. Sephiroth winked at him and Lazard thought he wasn't taking this seriously, which caused the man to go off on him. Tseng was still mad at the silver haired one for breaking the rules but it did make him feel a little better seeing him get chewed out like that.

He went to his office with that grin still plastered on his face and turned on his computer screen. There wasn't much he had to do today and he was grateful for that. Once the computer was booted up, he checked his email to find that he had more emails than usual. The first one he checked was from Neil Hubert. The man had written him that he'd enjoyed last night and he wondered if they could get together sometime. Tseng made a look of disgust and deleted the message. How they had managed to get his private email address was most likely President Shinra's doing.

The next few emails were from the other men that had been there as well. Some asked for his discretion, while others asked if he was busy later on tonight. One man, Anthony Johnson, had apologized to him, stating he hadn't been thinking straight. Tseng deleted all the messages from them and scanned over the other emails until one caught his attention. It was a reply to the video email he had sent Lazard last night.

He opened it to read what Lazard had said. It was anything but pleasant.

Tetetettetete

Re: Karma's a bitch

Tseng you dirty piece of Wutaiian filth. I can't believe you'd let me fall prey to the very men I saved you from. They were going to fuck the living daylights out of you again, yet I let you go and this is how you repay me! You are the worst of the worst. You're a worthless insect that I will squash when the time is right.

And I will not forget, nor forgive you. Retribution must be made.

Oh? Tseng thought, barely suppressing the carnal grin that formed. Lazard seemed pretty pissed off, even resorting to racial slurs that Tseng wasn't the least bit offended by. The man had clearly thought Tseng had betrayed him in some way, but Tseng felt otherwise. It was because of Lazard that he'd been drugged and taken advantage of in the first place. In fact, Lazard had fucked him along with the other men. As far as he was concerned, Lazard didn't do him any favors. He did wonder what Lazard had in mind. The blond could be quite conniving.

A few hours later, Tseng had finished his work for today and was reclined on the comfortable sofa in his office. His body still ached from the abuse of last night. As his eyes started to drift close, but the sound of his phone ringing pulled him out of it. He frowned as he retrieved the thing from his pocket.

"Yes?" he answered, trying not to sound tired.

"It's me," his boyfriend responded. Tseng sighed and was going to end the call but Sephiroth intervened.

"I know what you're thinking and please don't hang up," he pleaded. Tseng groaned.

"What?" he snapped.

"I want to apologize for what I did yesterday," he said, his tone soft.

"We'll you're not forgiven. You broke the rules and a simple I'm sorry will not suffice," he said bitterly. There was silence on the other end and Tseng would have thought that the general had hung up if not for the faint breathing.

"Tseng," he finally said. "I'll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness."

Now the Turk was becoming interested. "Hmm, it's almost lunch hour. Where are you?"

"At home. Lazard suspended me for the rest of the day."

Tseng sat up at that and stretched his limbs out. "I'll be over there in a bit then. You better be ready, dear." He said slyly, his tone full of promises.

He'd taken a hi-potion before he made it over to Sephiroth's apartment. It had cured most of the minor pains and bruises, but he hated how terrible the stuff tasted. Generally he tried not to rely on potions, but he didn't want Sephiroth to see the bruises from last night. That would most likely send him into a rage that Tseng wouldn't be able to contain.

He had a master key card that allowed him access to just about every housing unit within Shinra tower, including Sephiroth's. The house was dark when he entered, but he knew Sephiroth liked the darkness. The man's house was designed in modern contemporary furnishings which Tseng had always found very stylish. The home they shared together was a bit more rustic compared to their sleek, modern apartments.

Though it was dark, he spotted the man in the living area, his mako green eyes glowing brilliantly. Tseng smirked as he used the soft glow to guide him as he made his way over to Sephiroth. He turned on a dim lamp so he could see the silver haired man. Sephiroth looked up at Tseng with a slight smile.

Tseng rolled his eyes as he plopped down on the couch beside him.

"Make me a drink," the Turk demanded as he relaxed back into the plush leather furniture.

Sephiroth stood up and did as was told. Tseng kicked off his shoes and undid his tie. The room was a bit cold, but that was how Sephiroth liked it. Speaking of the man, he appeared in front of Tseng with a glass of brandy. Tseng sipped at it slowly, it was very good quality. Sephiroth made to sit next to him but the Turk raised a foot to the man's chest, halting him. He smirked behind the rim of the glass at the bemused look in the general's eyes.

He lowered his foot and placed the glass on the side table by the dimly lit lamp.

"We'll?" he said to the man standing above him. "You wanted to ask for my forgiveness?"

"Yes," he said deeply, his bright eyes fixed on the dark man below him.

"On your knees, dear," Tseng commanded.

Sephiroth did as was told and lowered himself in front of his sadistic lover. Tseng gestured him over with his finger and Sephiroth positioned himself between the Turk's legs. He loved it when Sephiroth was like this, compliant and submissive. He leaned a bit forward and pressed his thumb to the SOLDIER's plush bottom lip. Sephiroth snaked his tongue out to lick at his finger. Tseng smirked.

"I've decided to forgive you on the grounds that you not only pleasure me with your mouth, but you promise to never do this again."

Sephiroth nodded, but Tseng wanted more than that. He released his hand from the man's lips and roughly grabbed the man's jaw, squeezing tightly.

"I want to hear you say it, bitch!"He snapped; his tone sharp and demanding. He bit his lip to keep from smiling at Sephiroth's expression. It seemed like a cross of annoyance and arousal.

Sephiroth smirked and grabbed either side of the man's legs and lifted himself a bit until his could almost reach Tseng's lips.

"I promise," he said deeply. Tseng slipped his nimble fingers into Sephiroth's silky silver mane and gripped a handful of hair as he claimed his lips. Tseng dominated the kiss by forcing his tongue deep into his lover's mouth, savoring the taste. Sephiroth moaned as Tseng invaded his mouth, forcefully and vigorously. The dark haired one's teeth nipped at the man's bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth. When he was done with Sephiroth's mouth, he yanked the man's silver mane, forcing his head back. Tseng's dark eyes scanned over that long pale neck that just needed to be abused.

With a groan, he sunk his teeth into the flesh. Sephiroth moaned and arched up into the vicious bite, hoping it would leave a nice mark. Tseng nipped at the area and sucked it, loving how his actions made the mighty general quiver underneath him.

He pulled back to look at his handy work and was rewarded with an angry red mark marring Sephiroth's pale neck. He licked his lips before he brought them the spot again. He lightly scrapped his blunt teeth over the abused area and earned a shiver from the general. Turning his head slightly, he could see the flushed cheeks of his lover along with his lips that were seemingly stuck in a continuous "o".

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Tseng commented as he released his grip from Sephiroth's hair, only to place his hand on top of his head. Slowly, he started to apply pressure, causing the man to sink back to his knees.

"I want feel pleasure too," he moaned against the general's ear before he nipped at it.

"Let me give it to you then," Sephiroth responded as he spread the Turks legs apart. Tseng watched in anticipation as the man below him started to unzip his pants. He sighed in relief when his rock hard erection was released from the confines of his dark briefs. Sephiroth looked up at him with amused eyes as he started to stroke him.

"Male underwear today?" he chuckled. Tseng smirked before he reached out to slap the man's cheek, hard.

"Shut up and suck it," Tseng said darkly.

Sephiroth turned his head back around and Tseng had to suppress a groan at the sight of that glare the man was giving him. His eyes shone with lust and a bit of suppressed rage. Tseng loved pushing Sephiroth to his limit of submission. It was dangerous, but the Turk loved to do it regardless.

The general pushed some of his hair behind his ear before his lips connected with the head of Tseng's cock. He kissed it softly before he swallowed it. He sucked eagerly at the hard length and swiped his tongue along the sensitive underside. Tseng swore at the wondrous feeling and looked down at his boyfriend on his knees servicing him so very well. His mouth was so hot and wet; his cock throbbed against that skilled tongue.

Sephiroth let his cock slip from his lips for a brief moment as he flipped his hair from one side to the other. Tseng nearly lost it when that mane of silver billowed. Maybe Sephiroth did know about his hair flipping fetish. He swallowed his cock right after and Tseng bucked into that mouth. His thin fingers found their way into soft silver locks and he gripped his hair as an equestrian would do the reigns.

"Oh fuck," he moaned breathily as Sephiroth started to increase his pace, rapidly sucking and swallowing the head. His chin and lips were covered with thick saliva that made it easier for his cock to glide in and out. He threw his head back as he started to thrust into that willing mouth, his hands still firmly holding Sephiroth's head steady. Through his pleasure filled haze, he decided he wasn't being as rough as Sephiroth had been with him. The man had showed him no mercy and he would do the same.

He dropped his head and refocused on the man between his legs. Without warning, he gripped the man's head and thrust his hips forward, shoving most of his cock down that now constricting throat. Sephiroth choked around the length lodged down his throat and it sent shivers up Tseng's spine. He started to thrust unabashed into the silver haired man's mouth, the gagging sounds were music to his ears.

"Mmm, god!" he hissed out as Sephiroth kept his sly tongue mobile around his cock as he took in what he could and more. He was close to coming, and started to rut into the man's mouth shamelessly until he could feel himself about to explode.

"Oh shit." His fingers gripped silver hair tightly as he pounded into his lover's mouth, seeking release. He pulled out when he was seconds from coming and yanked Sephiroth's head back as he stroked himself to completion over his face. A stream of curses left his mouth as streams of hot cum erupted from his cock and onto the beautiful face below him. Sephiroth moaned once Tseng came onto his face and licked at the head of the spent cock above him.

Tseng released his grip from Sephiroth's hair and let his body fall back into the sofa. He was breathing heavily, eyes still wandering over his lover's face covered in his seed. Sephiroth smirked and licked at some of the mess near the corner of his lips.

"Have I been forgiven?" he asked deeply before he kissed the head of Tseng's softening cock.

The Turk nodded and leaned forward. He used his middle finger to swipe some cum from the man's face and hovered it over the silver haired one's lips. A hungry pink tongue lapped at the mess until it was no more.

Tseng wasn't mad anymore.

Sephiroth was stepping out of the shower when he heard a loud knock on his front door. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the door as he towel dried his lengthy hair. The general hoped it was Tseng, but knew it probably wasn't. He had left about an hour ago after receiving a call from one of his subordinates. Sephiroth hadn't wanted him to leave but duty calls.

He didn't bother to look through the eyehole and opened the door. To his dismay it was Lazard who stood there. He toyed with the idea of slamming the door in his face but instead he stepped aside so he could come in.

"I need to have a few words with you," the blond said as he walked pass him and into the living area. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him. He really didn't want to deal with this right now and went to the kitchen to pour a drink for himself.

"You want one?" he called out to his boss who was currently sitting on the sofa where Tseng has fucked his face. He hadn't cleaned up the mess yet but if Lazard didn't notice he wasn't going to say anything.

"Please," he said which surprised Sephiroth. Normally Lazard turned down the drink. He poured another one and brought it to the blond. Even without his enhanced sight he could see that Lazard looked very weary, more than usual. This wasn't the first time he or Genesis had broken a wall or caused major damage to the training room, so he wondered why he looked so stressed.

"Thank you," he said before he gulped down the drink. Sephiroth raised a silver brow as he took a seat across from the man.

"Sure," he responded. He sipped at his own drink and watched Lazard carefully. The man had been acting odd ever since this morning. Normally Lazard would scold him and Genesis for their behavior but today he had sent them home, which never happened.

"Sephiroth, I need you and Genesis to stop being so…," he paused as he looked for the right word, "…destructive."

"Okay," the general said before a yawn.

"The president," he paused again, and this time Sephiroth caught the tensing of the man's jaw. "He wanted to deduct the damages from your pay but I convinced him otherwise."

"Oh, thanks," he said as he poured Lazard another drink, which he gulped down desperately. The blond whipped the remains of the drink on his sleeve and rubbed his blood shot eyes. Sephiroth thought he'd never see the day when his pristine, pompous ass boss looked like shit.

"Um, Lazard?" he said to the man, who was just staring blank faced at his empty drink. When the man didn't respond, he scratched his damp silver locks and stood up. Something was wrong with the man, and even though he disliked Lazard sometimes he still considered him an associate. Lazard was a shrewd bastard, but he always had his SOLDIER's back. Sephiroth crossed the room and only received Lazard's attention when he poured him another drink.

"Oh no, I shouldn't have any more," Lazard said but Sephiroth shook his head.

"Just shut up and have a drink. You obviously need it."

Lazard nodded and sighed as he took a huge gulp.

"Long day?" Sephiroth asked as he sat down next to the man, idly sipping his own drink. He looked down at his present state of dress and he figured he should but some clothes on.

"Yeah," he said, sounding distant.

"We'll, I'm going to slip into something. I'm sure you don't want to see me practically naked all night," he said in jest. Lazard shrugged his shoulders and downed his third drink of the night. He was reaching for more brandy when Sephiroth left to get dressed and was drinking more when the general returned fully clothed in a dark shirt and gray sweats. Lazard's face was flushed from the alcohol and his eyes very much unfocused. The general scratched his head again in confusion. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He'd never seen Lazard drunk and he didn't know why he was getting drunk either.

"So, perhaps you want to eat something with that?" he suggested. Lazard turned a sharp blue eye on him and his lips formed a snarl.

"No I don't," he snapped. Sephiroth frowned and headed into the kitchen.

"I really think you should eat something," he said as he took out a pot. He wanted to make a bit of rice to maybe absorb some of the alcohol in the man's system.

"I really think you should shut the fuck up," the blond retorted.

"Hmm," Sephiroth mumbled. He was used to dealing with hostile drunks, seeing as how Genesis was one of them and he got shit-faced just about every weekend when they weren't on a mission.

He filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove to boil. The general kept an eye on the blond and noticed how he would look at his phone and grow angrier, causing him to drink more. Once the rice was finished he put it into a bowl and brought it over to his boss.

"Please eat this," he said calmly.

"No," Lazard said.

"Yes."

"Or what? You'll punish me?" he bit out, his blue eyes suddenly going dark. The comment went over Sephiroth's head and he frowned.

"Um, no. I just want you to eat something."

"Leave me alone. Or do you not know what stop means either?" he spat.

Sephiroth did catch how he said the last part and sighed. Just what the hell happened to him? He tried several times to get the man to ea,t but all that resulted in was an even angrier Lazard.

The food was now cold now and Lazard was very drunk. He wished he didn't have to deal with this on his own, but he really didn't want to call anyone over either. No one should see Lazard like this.

"I'll destroy him," he heard the man mumble. "I'll humiliate him."

His green eyes fixed on the blond who was starting to drift off. He was mad at somebody and he'd hate to be the person on the other side of his rage.

A few minutes later, Lazard had passed out on the sofa. Sephiroth glanced at the clock by the table and frowned. It was only seven fucking o clock. He glanced at the blond on the sofa and shrugged his shoulders. Crazier things have happened to him. He poured himself another drink and pulled out his laptop with the intent to finish his mission report, not that there was any rush now.

"Yo boss."

"What?"

"It's fucking cold in here."

"Thanks Reno, I noticed."

Tseng pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He was currently sitting in the passenger side of a black sedan with Rude in the driver's seat and Reno in the back. Normally he wouldn't be asked to deal with such minor investigations, but Cissnei had needed him to fill in for her. He would have said no, but she didn't sound well on the phone, so he said he'd do it. He hoped she was alright; it wasn't like her to call off.

They were in the red light district of wall market parked in a discreet, dimly lit part of the street. Apparently they'd gotten a tip this morning that a brothel owner was using young girls to sell mako shots from Shinra labs. Of course they couldn't have regular people just injecting themselves with mako so the president ordered an investigation.

"Come on boss, can I go in now? I wanna see cute girls!" Reno whined anxiously looking out the window.

Tseng rolled his eyes and unlocked the door.

"Just go," he said irritated. "And make sure to keep us posted."

"Hell yeah!" the redhead cheered as he bolted from the car. Tseng watched as the young Turk headed up to the brothel. He was wearing a disguise, but he hoped Reno could reign in his rowdy attitude and just get the job done. All he had to do was ask a few dumb girls a few questions then get the fuck out.

Tseng sighed and relaxed into the leather seat with his eyes closed. He was hungry and slightly irritated. He really hadn't wanted to part with Sephiroth. His intention had been to stay and fuck him, but unfortunately work came first. He hadn't actually fucked his boyfriend yet, but he thought he might have had a chance this time. Sephiroth owed him and he might have managed to go farther than fucking his throat. He nibbled at his bottom lip as images of how he thought the man would look with his long legs spread and his untouched entrance bared for him to see.

His eyes fluttered open when he started to become slightly aroused at the thought.

"Shit," he swore, at the notion.

Rude turned to him and tilted his head in question.

"Nothing," he sighed, resisting the urge to pout. All he kept thinking about was how he'd been so close to making his dream a reality.

Rude shrugged and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a bite sized piece of chocolate and un-wrapped it before popping it into his mouth. Tseng felt his attention immediately go from thinking about his boyfriend, to his sexy crush beside him. He watched with seemingly uninterested eyes as Rude ate another one. The treats did look delicious, but he was more focused on the mouth that they were going into. Rude's lips were so full and looked very firm. He often wondered how his lips would feel around his cock, or how it would feel to have both Sephiroth and Rude servicing him orally.

"Care to share?" he asked of his comrade. Rude pulled two out of his pocket and handed them to his boss. Tseng nodded in thanks and started to unwrap one. He took a small bite and was surprised by how rich it was. He took another bite to confirm the delicious taste. The chocolate treat seemed to melt in his mouth, leaving a pleasant taste behind.

"This is great," he said, finishing the candy.

Rude nodded and popped another one into his mouth. Tseng frowned at the way the man was eating such a rich, delectable treat. A chocolate this rich was meant to be savored, not devoured all at once. The head Turk un-wrapped his second piece and held the square treat until some of it melted off and coated the tips of his fingers. He took a small bite and let it sit in his mouth until it starting dissolving. Gaia it was so good! He took another bite and chewed slowly, savoring the smooth texture and sweetness.

"This chocolate…" he began, but paused when he saw that Rude was staring at him. Tseng felt a chill race through him. How long had the man been watching him? The commander blushed slightly and turned his head to hide it.

"…is very good," he managed to get out without faltering in his speech. He still had some chocolate on his fingers and he couldn't just leave them like that. He brought his middle finger up to his lips and slipped it in, tasting the remnants of the chocolate that still remained. It was so sweet and he sucked it softy off his finger. He could still feel Rude looking at him through his dark lenses but he refused to turn and face him, so he pulled out his middle finger and slipped in another sullied one. This time, he opened his mouth a little so the other could get a glimpse of his tongue, coiling around the chocolate covered digit.

He hoped his crush was paying special attention to his mouth. Seeing how skilled he was with his tongue. He pulled out his finger and turned to the last chocolate covered one, his thumb. This time he snaked his tongue out to swipe at the chocolate before sucking the tip. Once his fingers were all cleaned he sighed and turned to Rude. To his surprise the man was shuffling through his pockets and pulling out more candy. He held out his hand full of candy in offering.

"You seem to enjoy them," he said, his deep voice sharp in the silence of the vehicle.

Tseng smiled and took the candies offered to him.

"It's very…rich. I quite like it," the Turk said as he opened another. This time, he didn't bother to turn around to eat them. He munched at the treat and smirked at his subordinate. Rude was about to pop another one into his mouth, but Tseng touched his shoulder and he halted his actions.

"How can you savor it if you devour them in one gulp?" he said with amusement laced in his tone. As an example, he held up the piece of chocolate he'd been eating and took a small bite.

"See? Just a nibble allows you to savor the taste and really get the smooth consistency of the chocolate."

Rude shrugged his broad shoulders and held up his piece to his mouth. Tseng thought he would take his advice but that was soon thwarted when Rude carelessly tossed the piece into his mouth again.

"Rude!" he said amused.

"Never been one for nibbles," he said. Tseng chuckled.

"Well you're missing out," the Turk said, taking another small bite. Rude smirked and suddenly grabbed Tseng's wrist. The action startled the head Turk and his mouth opened in a silent gasp. He nearly dropped his chocolate! In the next moment he was glad he held onto it because Rude was guiding his hand with the partially chewed piece to his lips. Tseng nearly moaned when his handsome crush took a small bite of his half eaten chocolate. The bigger man let the piece dissolve in his mouth momentarily before chewing.

"I don't taste the difference," he said. Tseng barely managed to hear him as his heart was beating so fast.

"M-maybe you should try again?" the head Turk suggested, cursing himself for stuttering. He held the rest of the piece up to Rude's lips and the man parted them to allow the chocolate to slip in. Tseng shuddered when his fingers brushed against the man's lips. They felt so very firm and warm against his cool flesh. Rude still held Tseng's wrist as he chewed. The head Turk couldn't look away from those delicious looking lips.

"Hmm," Rude mumbled. "I think it was a little better that time."

The bigger man finally released Tseng's wrist and reclined back into his seat. The long haired Turk was still trying to calm down; his heart was beating fast, pumping blood to his half hard dick. Had Rude been flirting with him? Or had it been some sort of Joke? He stared down at his still messy fingers and started sucking chocolate off his middle one. This time, he slipped in a second one and sucked eagerly at them both, his actions reminded him of his boyfriend that had sucked him off earlier. He held back the moan that was threatening to surface as he thought about the man's perfect lips being stretched full of his cock. He pulled out his fingers and gave his thumb a quick lick.

His cell vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. He flipped it open and read the text.

Hey Sexy…come to the house tonight. I have a present for you.

Tseng couldn't help but smirk at the message. He loved when Sephiroth did things like this. He replied back.

I'll head right over after I'm done here, baby.

He wondered what the man had planned this time. He made to put his phone away but it vibrated again. This time it was an image file. He glanced over at Rude to make sure he wasn't looking before he downloaded the picture. With that, he downloaded the file within a matter of seconds. He licked his lips at the sight. Sephiroth had sent him a picture of his lips, slightly parted enough to expose his perfect teeth and sharp incisors. How he wanted to kiss those lips right now.

I want those gorgeous fucking lips locked around my cock again.

Tseng sent his reply and received one a few minutes later, which was another image. This picture was much more provocative, as Sephiroth's lips this time were stretched around a huge obsidian dildo that he often used on Tseng. His cock jumped at the sight. The Turk made sure Rude wasn't looking when he replied back.

Yes baby, just like that. You're such a cockslut.

After he sent the reply, he deleted the pictures. It was too risky to keep such images, so when they sent each other pictures they usually deleted them. Tseng had only ever kept one picture. The photo was just an image of Sephiroth stepping out of the pool of their shared home. Tseng had snapped the photo when Sephiroth wasn't looking. It was the most gorgeous picture he'd ever seen. The man's skin was slick with water and his long silver hair clung to his handsome face. His expression was one of slight boredom, with his eyes downcast and his lips parted slightly. He'd taken the shot last year but couldn't bring himself to erase the stunning image, so he printed out several copies which he kept in various hidden places.

"Reno texted me and said the girls aren't being very cooperative. He's going to need more time," Rude said, breaking the silence.

Tseng wanted to pout at the thought of having to spend more time in the freezing cold vehicle than being with his beloved. At least his crush was here though; otherwise he didn't think he could make it.

"Damn it," the head Turk swore. He flipped his phone open and sent a quick text to his boyfriend, stating he'd be there a bit later than anticipated. He sighed in frustration as he reclined back into the seat.

"Something wrong, Sir?" Rude asked.

"No. Just bored," he lied. More like he was horny as hell. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his last piece of chocolate.

"Where did you get these?" Tseng asked as he un-wrapped it. The wrappers didn't have a name on it.

Rude smirked slightly. "It's a secret."

Tseng finished off his treat and chuckled deeply at Rude's comment.

"Hmm, a secret? Can you at least tell me the brand?" he said before he started licking chocolate off his fingers again.

"I cannot," he said.

"A challenge then?" The Turk did love to play games. "I'll figure it out eventually."

Tseng's phone vibrated again, though this time the message was from Reno.

One of the girls says that the mako they sell has not only attracted small time crooks, but the elite of the business world as well. She wouldn't give me more than that. Should we bring her in for further questioning, yo?

With Tseng's permission, Reno was soon running out of the brothel with the girl in his arms. The thugs outside started run after him, aiming their guns in his direction. Rude started up the car and Tseng rolled down his window to aim his weapon at the men chasing Reno. With one accurate shot, he hit one of the men in the leg. The huge brute fell and in a sort of comical fashion the other guy tripped over him and hit the ground as well.

Reno opened the back door and shoved the girl inside, before he jumped in himself. The girl was screaming and yelling while flailing her arms and legs around.

"Let me go you creep!" she yelled.

Reno ignored her protest and shut the door before they sped off. Reno was breathing heavily and Tseng glanced back at the girl. She was very pretty, with tanned skinned and contrastingly bright green eyes. Her dark hair was kept short in a neat bob.

"Hi," Tseng said casually. "My name is Tseng and this is Rude. That man who so gallantly kidnapped you is, Reno."

Her eyes flickered over his face, then to Reno's who was taking off the dark wig he had on that covered his brilliant red locks. It seemed his hair was a red flag as her eyes went wide with fear. She knew who they were now, with Reno's trademark hair giving it away. She panicked and screamed.

"Please don't kill me, please! I'll do anything, just please don't kill me!" she pleaded, eyes wild with fear.

Tseng took out his phone and sent a quick text to his lover, saying he would be on his way soon. He couldn't wait to go home and be with the gorgeous man. He was trying to think of what present Sephiroth had for him. Maybe it was another outfit or a brand new toy. He hadn't had a new toy in a while and silently hopped it was. He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts when the girl screamed, the high pitched screech made his ears ring.

"Reno, shut her up," he said, pulling at his ear to make the ringing stop.

"Hey babe," Reno said smoothly. "You gotta stop that screaming shit."

When she didn't quiet down, Tseng grew more irritated.

"What is your name, girl?" He asked calmly.

Through her strangled gasps, she managed out a name. "Kula."

"The fuck kinda name is that?" Reno rudely commented.

"Well, Kula," Tseng said. "I'm giving you fair warning that if you don't shut up, I will order the man bedside you to snap your neck. I've had a long day and I just want to go home. So please be a good girl and kept your mouth shut."

Kula had remained silent for the rest of the trip. On the way back, his phone vibrated. A message from Sephiroth.

Hurry the fuck up, bitch.

Tseng closed his phone and chuckled. He guessed Sephiroth was done with the romancing. They dropped her off in a holding cell and decided the interrogation would begin tomorrow. Tseng headed for his car in the parking garage and saw Rude a little ways off going towards his car.

He waved at him and the man nodded in response.

"Don't think I'll forget!" the head Turk called out to the man. He would figure out where the blasted candy came from. Rude smiled, the simple action bringing a slight flush to Tseng's cheeks.

"I hope you find what you're looking for, Sir," Rude said before he entered his car. Tseng's lips curled back into a smirk as he watched the man drive off.

Hmm, Tseng v. Lazard. Who do you think should be angrier? Also, where does Rude get his candy?

Leave comments as I'd love you hear your responses!

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