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.

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Chapter Six: Appropriate gifts

Tseng rushed home, racing through Midgar at speeds over one hundred. He knew he shouldn't be going so fast due to the ice on the roads but he figured he might as well test out the expensive anti-slippage tires .The cops tailed him a few times before they scanned his license plate and backed the fuck off. He made it to their shared home in good time. The man wasted no time and quickly entered the house, leaving his briefcase and other work materials in the car.

He flicked on the lights and tossed his long dark coat on the carpet. Anxious to find his lover, he quickly headed down to the cellar, where their usual couplings took place. He scanned the area for the man but he wasn't there. The next place he searched was in Sephiroth's bedroom, but to no avail. He checked his own room and a few bathrooms but there was no sign of the man. The Turk headed back downstairs with a confused look on his face until he spotted light from through the glass door that led to the backyard.

With a smirk, he followed the light and went outside. Heavy snow had blanketed the backyard, and the pool was no longer visible. He looked around for any sign of the man and saw a bit of light coming from the small addition that was separate from the main house. The addition contained a hot tub, a small bar and sitting area. They hadn't used the space that often due to their busy work schedules.

He made his way across the backyard and tried to open the door to the room, only to find it locked. The Turk frowned and knocked on the door.

"Seph?" he called out, voice sounding sharp in the quiet winter setting. He tapped again, but there was no response. He pressed his ear up against the door to see if he could hear anything. If he wasn't mistaken, he could hear the sound of water moving. The Turk smirked and pulled out the key to the door. He pushed the key in but before he could turn the lock, he heard the deep voice of his lover from within.

"Do not come in," the General said and Tseng halted immediately. He licked his lips at the sound of his lover's voice and pressed his ear up against the door again.

"Go change into something nice and cook me a meal," came Sephiroth's order. Tseng glanced at his watch. It was late, but he had to admit he was hungry as well.

"But, my surprise," Tseng said quietly, though he knew Sephiroth would hear him.

"You'll get it later. Now go change and have a hot meal waiting for me in about half an hour," he said sharply, his commanding tone sent shivers down Tseng's spine.

"Any requests?" he asked.

"Just make it taste good, bitch."

Tseng smirked. "Yes, master."

He felt giddy inside as he made he was back to the house and up to his room. The Turk opened his closet and stood back to examine all his outfits. Sephiroth had bought him so many,and he had a lot to choose from, which sometimes made it hard to pick. He browsed through his wardrobe and pulled out a few options.

"Hmm," he said as he scanned them over. He figured since he was going to cook, perhaps a maid outfit would be appropriate. The one he was looking at was black, but he wanted a little more color. He rummaged through his closet, until he managed to find the pink one that he loved.

He undressed and neatly hung up his suit. He selected a white lacy thong and put it on before he slipped on white thigh high stockings over his slender legs. The Turk took a moment to admire his legs in the body length mirror. They looked damned good in this. He slipped on the pink maid outfit that barely covered his ass and with practiced hands; he tied the lacy corset, making sure it was tight. He loved how it made his waist look even tinier, and the skirt gave the illusion of wider hips. He let his hair down and placed the maid hat on top, pinning it in place. The five inch pink pumps were the final touch, along with a bit of eyeliner and mascara. He selected a white collar and he felt a shift. The collars were like symbol to him, a symbol that while he had it on he was no longer Tseng the Turk commander, but Tseng, Sephiroth's pet and fucktoy.

God he looked so fucking insanely sexy he thought as he checked himself out in the mirror. He smiled and pulled out his digital camera, taking a few pictures for his repertoire. The Turk thought about how his crush would react if he sent him a picture. Would Rude think it was a trick or would he become so incredibly aroused he'd cum in his pants from the sight alone? He liked to think it would be the latter.

He made his way to the kitchen and started to get cooking. Not many knew that the Turk was a skilled cook, but he loved being in the kitchen. On his days off when he wasn't snorting happy dust and fucking with Sephiroth, he liked to learn new recipes and experiment. He pulled out a few cuts of steak and seasoned it before placing it into the hot oiled pan. Sephiroth liked his meat medium rare so he had to keep an eye on it. If he overcooked it, there would be hell to pay. He sliced up some onions and cooked them with the steak. The smells were starting to get to him, and he heard his stomach rumble.

As he was setting the table, he heard the back door open up. He smiled to himself before he turned to see his lover walking towards him. His body reacted immediately to the sight of the man. Sephiroth's skin was slightly pinked due to the hot water and his long hair was a darker hue from being wet. He wore only a pair of black sweats, leaving his perfect torso exposed. Though it had been freezing outside, the mako enhanced SOLDIER hadn't been too affected.

Tseng plated Sephiroth's food: a steak cooked just how he liked it, a baked potato and a salad. Sephiroth took his seat and gestured for Tseng to come. The Turk walked briskly but sensually as he made his way over to his master. Sephiroth had seemed to forget why he even called Tseng over as his eyes scanned over the dark haired man with approval.

"Can I get you anything else, Master?" he said, dark eyes fixed on his lover's.

"Wine," he informed before he took a bite of his steak.

Tseng did as was told and brought him a glass of vintage wine. The Turk stood by Sephiroth's side as the man ate, it made him hungry just to watch but he couldn't eat unless given permission. When Sephiroth was halfway through his meal, he signaled for Tseng to kneel. He did and looked up expectantly at his master.

"Open your mouth bitch. I know you must be hungry," he ordered, slicing a piece of meat off. Tseng opened his mouth and eagerly awaited his treat. Sephiroth hand fed him a small piece of meat and settled it gently on Tseng's tongue. He could taste the meat's succulent juices and flavor, but he couldn't chew unless given a command to. Sephiroth sipped at his wine as he watched his pet sit there with the piece of meat on his tongue, his eyes still focused on him.

"Chew it," he said finally and Tseng did. He chewed the meat but did not swallow because he hadn't been given permission.

"Swallow," the man above him said. He gulped down the meat and resumed his previous position with his mouth open. Sephiroth continued to feed him this way for a while until the steak was gone.

"Thirsty, pet?"

Tseng nodded. Sephiroth placed his glass to other man's lips and let him take a few sips.

"Hold it," he said as he filled his mouth with more wine. Tseng took it in but did not swallow.

Sephiroth placed his glass back on the table and licked his lips at the sight of the Turk on his knees, holding in the red liquid. He grabbed him by his dark hair and pressed his lips against his pets.

"Swallow," he said, lips moving against Tseng's.

The Turk did and soon felt his mouth invaded by Sephiroth's tongue. He kissed him slowly, savoring the taste of wine left behind. It felt so good, Sephiroth tasting the inside of his mouth, swiping his tongue over his.

"You still hungry, pet?" he asked as he pulled away.

"Yes, very much so," he said breathily. Sephiroth chuckled.

"Well, I'm afraid I don't have any steak left. You want sausage instead?" He said with amusement laced in his tone. Tseng chuckled in his head at the crude joke but nodded anyway.

"I prefer it, master," he said deeply.

"Hmm," Sephiroth said as he started to palm himself through his dark sweats. He pulled out his rock hard erection without preamble and Tseng bit his lip to stifle a moan. It was so gorgeous, and he desperately wanted to taste it. He perked up at the sight of it and Sephiroth chuckled.

"Hungry, bitch? You know you'll get fat if I keep spoiling you."

He brought Tseng's head closer to his cock and placed it against his lips. He took another sip of his wine and watched as Tseng resisted the urge to devour his dick. Sephiroth slapped his cock against Tseng's plush lips and pressed the blunt head between them until they touched teeth.

"Open up," he said and Tseng did.

"Slow and steady or hard and fast?" he asked.

Tseng shrugged. "Slow and steady?"

"Hard and fast it is," the silver haired one said. He yanked Tseng's head forward and shoved his entire cock into his hot mouth. Tseng gagged at the sudden forceful intrusion and tried to align his head with the man's cock to give him a better angle. He started a relentless pace, plunging his thick sex into his mouth without restraint. His tongue tried to taste every inch of that glorious cock. Sephiroth plunged his dick in as far as he could into his mouth and pinched the Turk's nose.

Tseng couldn't breathe and it wasn't a problem for the first minute. He kept moving his tongue like his master liked and swallowed dutifully, but then his lungs craved for air and all he received was more cock being forced further back. His body started to involuntarily jerk, his stomach tightened as did his throat, which was the desired effect Sephiroth was seeking. The man above him moaned deeply as his pet's throat made a sad attempt to lodge his cock out of his mouth, but Sephiroth held firm even when Tseng clawed at his hands. He relished the sight of the black mascara stained tears on his pale cheeks. His whole body was quivering, thrashing to get air.

Sephiroth pulled out and Tseng took a huge breath. It felt so good to breathe again. He shifted on his sore knees and looked up at his master.

"Sit on the counter," he ordered. The Turk rose from the floor and climbed onto the kitchen counter. He sat on the edge with his long legs crossed, showing them off to his master.

"Strip for me," Sephiroth said as he grabbed a chair from the dining table and placed it few feet from the counter where Tseng was.

The Turk smirked as he started to unlace the back. He sat up on his knees and turned his back to the General so he could see what he was doing. The laces came undone and he let the top fall to the floor. He then bent forward to give Sephiroth a great view of his ass underneath his short, frilly skirt.

"Very nice," the man practically purred at the sight. Tseng knew he had an amazing ass and he rocked his hips from side to side, showing it off to his master.

"Take the skirt off," Sephiroth commanded. Without looking back, he reached back and pulled down the skirt off his slender hips. He slipped out of it and it too joined the top on the floor. Now he was left in nothing but a white thong, thigh high stockings, pink pumps and a white collar.

He rolled his hips and arched his back, knowing that Sephiroth was enjoying the full view of his ass.

"Stand up and let me see you," he instructed. Tseng stood up on the counter with his hands laced into his long dark hair. He did a turn and placed his hands on his hips. Sephiroth clapped his hands and Tseng took a bow.

"Take the collar off, pet. I want to speak to Tseng."

The Turk slipped the collar off and he felt his demeanor shift. He was no longer Sephiroth's pet, but his lover. Sephiroth held out his arms and smiled at the man. Tseng blushed slightly and jumped off the table and into strong arms. Sephiroth kissed him as soon as he could and Tseng kissed him back with equal vigor. The general walked backward until his legs hit back of the sofa. He maneuvered around without breaking contact with the other man and sat down with Tseng in his lap. They made out for what seemed like hours, tongues hot against each other, lips wet and slick with shared saliva.

"Tseng," the general moaned as their lips parted.

"Mmm?" Tseng responded. He licked over the bruise he had inflicted earlier.

"Genesis had drugged me. That's why I behaved as such," he admitted.

Tseng drew back and tilted his head. He was not really surprised that Genesis had done something like that but it made him feel terrible that he had turned Sephiroth away when he had genuinely needed help.

"I'm…," the Turk started to say, but Sephiroth covered his mouth with a brief kiss.

"It's alright. I beat the shit out of Genesis for it. For making me break our rules."

Tseng still didn't feel much better but he was glad that Genesis got what was coming to him. Maybe Sephiroth didn't desire Genesis after all. He smiled at that and laid his head against Sephiroth's strong shoulder. The general brought his hand to the Turk's cock that was poking out of his thong. He started to stoke him and Tseng moaned against his neck. His strong hand felt amazing on his sensitive flesh.

"Let me fuck you," the silver haired one whispered. Tseng responded with a breathy moan and nodded his head. He moved off Sephiroth's lap and went to grab some lube that was stashed in the side table.

He tossed the lube to Sephiroth and straddled the man's legs. The general slicked up his cock and Tseng raised his hips. The head of the man's thick cock slipped in and Tseng gritted his teeth at the sharp pain. He felt every searing inch of Sephiroth's dick stretching him open. It hurt, but he liked the pain. Loved it really.

"Please b-baby," Tseng moaned. "Fuck me hard."

Sephiroth smirked and started to move, plunging in and out of the Turk's tight ass. He wrapped an arm around the man's narrow waist to steady him as he pounded into him, causing the Turk to bounce up and down rapidly. The sound of wet flesh slapping together with the accompany of deep moans filled the otherwise quiet room. Tseng threw his head back as he rode the man's delicious cock. His nails dug into his shoulders as he moved.

Tseng was just about to tell him to go harder when the other man started to pick up the pace. He moaned and threw his long legs over the man's shoulder, his body practically bent in half on the man's lap. His long, thick girth was going in so deep now, managing to rub against his pleasure spot with almost every brutal thrust.

"Ngh, fuck," he swore at the incredible feeling.

Tseng was clenching so tightly around him, his inner walls squeezing him with every thrust. Needing to see the man's perfect backside, they changed positions, where Tseng was on his hands and knees on the floor. He wasted no time hammering into him from behind, loving the way his hips slammed into the man's soft buttocks. He felt Tseng's arms quivering and he pulled them back as he started to slam into his needy hole. Tseng moaned deep and throaty as his ass was pounded into, the pace merciless and unrelenting.

At one point Sephiroth shoved in and didn't move. Tseng's legs quivered at the feeling of being so full of his lover's thick cock. He pushed in deeper and Tseng cried out, his inner muscles involuntarily squeezing the hard intruder.

"Oh that's it baby. Just a little more," Sephiroth said breathily as he plunged a little further, opening Tseng up even more.

Sephiroth released Tseng's arms and started to slowly pull out. Tseng groaned as he could feel each and every inch of him moving. Once he was completely removed from his body, the silver haired man placed his hands behind his head as one would do for a workout. Tseng looked back just in time to see Sephiroth thrust into him, filling him completely. He hissed, pleased as Sephiroth fucked him with his hands behind his head, lips twisted into the cocky grin that Tseng loved.

"Show off," the Turk managed to get out.

"You fucking love it," the silver haired one said as he hit his pleasure spot. Tseng moaned in agreement and bucked back to meet his lover's thrusts.

The Turk was close and reached underneath him to stroke his cock. With Sephiroth slamming his sweet spot so accurately, he came within minutes of touching himself. He clenched around Sephiroth's dick and the silver haired man dropped his hands to grip his lover's hips. He pounded into him erratically until he came, pumping hot cum into the Turk's thoroughly fucked asshole.

He pulled out and plopped down on the floor beside the couch. Tseng winced at the movement and collapsed onto the floor. He mumbled something into the carpet that Sephiroth had trouble hearing.

"What?"

"My surprise," he said more clearly.

"Oh," Sephiroth said then smiled. He got up and headed up the stairs.

Tseng relaxed into the plush carpet, content in the afterglow of amazing Sephiroth sex. Tseng idly wondered what surprise it could be. He grew even more excited when he heard the man returning. He propped his head up on his arms and watched as the man came towards him with a simple brown box…with holes in it?

He smiled at Tseng as he placed the box in front of him. The Turk eyed it suspiciously.

"For you," he said proudly. Tseng cast a glance at him before he opened the box. He saw nothing but a blanket and looked up at Sephiroth. Was it a gag gift?

"Just keep looking," he snapped.

Tseng rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket to the side. Sephiroth hadn't been ready for the girly shriek Tseng made at the sight of his gift. His sensitive SOLDIER ears rang painfully, but it was worth it to see the elated look on Tseng's face. He held his "gift" up to his face and snuggled it.

"You got me a kitty!" he screamed elated.

Sephiroth nodded and smiled as Tseng cooed the tiny thing. Tseng's last cat had run away, or at least that's what Sephiroth had told Tseng. He had accidently run over it with his car and spent several hours hiding the evidence. Tseng had been devastated when his cat went missing, and Sephiroth promised he would get him another one. The timing seemed opportune, so he picked up the tiny thing on his way home.

"Oh my god I love him!" he said, kissing the little kitty on his head. It mewed and Sephiroth swore Tseng was gonna start crying like a five year old girl at how cute it was.

"Thank you!" he said as he stood up with the kitty and kissed Sephiroth on the cheek, clearly his attention was elsewhere. He placed the little thing on the plush carpet and squealed when the kitty meowed up at him.

"Oh he already loves me!" he said giddily.

Sephiroth looked down at the kitten and frowned. Sure it was cute but he didn't very much like cats. The last cat left fur everywhere and would hop up on the kitchen counters while he was cooking. Tseng thought it was cute, but he thought it disgusting. He hated the litter box and having to buy it stupid toys because it had to be entertained otherwise it would destroy the furniture. He could do without cats but if it made Tseng happy…

"He's so fucking cute!" he cooed, watching the kitten sniff his surroundings.

"What will you call him?" Sephiroth asked. The last cat had been a Persian called Hana. Tseng pondered as he examined the little thing. He was solid black, with bright green eyes and a spot of white at the end of its tail.

"Not sure yet what I'll name him but he's so cute!" he knelt down to the floor to pet him.

Sephiroth yawned. He was glad Tseng was happy but he was tired now and wanted to go to bed.

The kitty mewed again louder this time at Tseng and he wiped away the tiniest of tears.

"You're such a girl," the general said snippily.

Tseng ignored him and watched as the kitty walked around, sniffing the carpet and meowing every now and then. The kitty stopped pacing and started licking the carpet. Tseng thought it usual until he saw what the kitty was licking.

"Looks like me and kitty have something in common," the general jested as the kitty lapped at Tseng seed on the floor. He quickly picked up the kitty and rushed him over to the kitchen. Sephiroth chuckled as he watched Tseng pour water into a bowl and guide the kitty to it.

"Kitty is a freak if you ask me," Sephiroth said in amusement.

"Shut up Seph! And why did you send me a pic of you sucking a dildo? I thought I was getting a toy or something, not that I'm complaining," he said as he petted the kitten gently.

"Black dildo, black cat," he said, as if that clue were supposed to make sense.

"Dummy," the Turk said. He cradled the kitty and played with his little paws, fawning over how cute and tiny they were. Sephiroth rolled his eyes.

"There's cat stuff in the cellar closet," he informed as he made his way up the stairs.

"What the fuck is cat stuff?" Tseng retorted.

"I don't know! I just bought what the damn cat lady told me too!"

"Don't yell, you're scaring Pabu!"

"Pabu?" the general said, but Tseng was already occupied by his new favorite thing it seemed.

"Goodnight Tseng," he called out.

"And Pabu," the Turk added.

Sephiroth rolled his eyes again, and reluctantly added, "And Pabu."

The next morning Sephiroth found himself in Lazard's office sitting next to Genesis. The blond cleaned up well, considering he was piss drunk yesterday. Sephiroth had taken the man home before he had headed to his other home last night. He had left the director on his side in his bedroom and hoped that he wouldn't puke in his sleep. The man before him looked nothing like that now. He was sharp and pristine, his hair looked neat and his eyes clear.

"I will not tolerate another incident like that. If it happens again, I'll see to it that you both have an extended stay at icicle lodge," he said seriously.

Neither one of them ever wanted to go back to that barren wasteland of a place. The boredom was enough to drive one to the brink of insanity. There was one shitty bar, terrible reception, and the people were ugly. Probably due to all those years of inbreeding, he though comically.

"Understood?" he asked, blue eyes scanning over both of them.

"Yeah, yeah," they mumbled.

"You're dismissed Genesis. I need to speak with Sephiroth privately."

The redhead smirked as he got up, tossing a wink at Sephiroth before leaving.

"Idiot," the silver haired one said. When he was alone with Lazard, the man didn't say anything for a few moments and it was awkward as shit. He didn't want to talk about last night. To him it hadn't been a big deal. People needed a release sometimes, and seeing as how he figured Lazard had no friends, he really couldn't turn to anyone. The general was starting to wish he'd snorted some yayo with Tseng this morning. At least he would have been able to ride out his high during this stupid meeting where no one was talking.

"Sephiroth," his boss said lowly.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry about…"

Please don't say last night…

"…Last night."

Man. Fuck.

"Think nothing of it," he said nonchalantly.

"It's not nothing," he said, standing up from his chair and walking around his desk. He leaned against it and was a few feet away from the general. "You really helped me. I was feeling a bit low and you made me feel better."

"It's nothing…"

"Stop saying that!" the blond suddenly snapped. "It was something to me, alright?"

"Okay then."

Lazard crossed his arms and stood silent for a while. Sephiroth was seriously regretting his decision to not snort this morning. He had needed that extra unnatural boost of energy.

"What are you doing later on?" the blond asked.

Sephiroth sighed and scratched his head. "Nothing really."

Lazard smiled. "Good. I'd like to repay you for your kindness."

"No need to do that, Sir."

He really, really didn't want to spend time with the man, especially when he seemed to be a ticking time bomb. He was tense and Sephiroth didn't want to be there when the tension exploded.

"I want to," Lazard said as he grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. He handed the paper to Sephiroth and he reluctantly took it.

"It's my home address outside of Shinra tower. I'd like to invite you over for dinner tonight."

"Um," the general said perplexed. He usually was much more eloquent in his speech.

"So I'll see you around seven thirty, then."

The blond then took his seat behind his desk and started typing away. Sephiroth slipped the paper into his pocket.

"Can I go now?" he asked.

Lazard smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, of course."

Sephiroth stared at him and that odd smile on his face. No wonder he didn't have friends. He was creepy as fuck. The SOLDIER walked out and shut the door quietly behind him. He really didn't understand what just happened.

On the way to the training area, he spotted Genesis lingering in the hallway, probably waiting for him. He slipped his hands into his pockets, feeling the note was still there; what Lazard had said was really for real. He needed a second opinion.

"Genesis, I need a word with you," he said. The red haired man smirked and continued to walk with Sephiroth, confirming that he had been waiting.

"What is it you need to talk about?"

Sephiroth surveyed the area and was about to pull Genesis into the training room if not for the big red X on the door.

"Oh yeah," he said remembering. "We fucked that place up."

Genesis nodded and pointed to the weight room. They walked in he was glad the place was empty. He took a seat on a bench and Genesis plopped down next to him.

"Ok, so…Lazard invited me for dinner tonight."

Genesis gasped, as if it were the most scandalous thing he's ever heard. "No way!"

"Yeah."

There was a long pause before either one spoke again.

"Why?" Genesis asked, and Sephiroth answered. He figured he had to tell him the whole story for it to make since.

"Oh I see what this is," Genesis said slyly.

"What?" Sephiroth asked curiously.

The red head turned to face his friend and touched Sephiroth's shoulder in comfort.

"He is going to repay you…with…with…" he paused for dramatic appeal, but all it did was piss Sephiroth off.

"What Gen, fuck?" he bit out impatiently.

Genesis wrapped his arms around himself and grasped his shirt.

"His body," he moaned, pulling down his sleeve to expose his pale shoulder. Sephiroth smacked him and grumbled in annoyance as he walked away from the other man.

"No wait, Seph! I was being serious!"

"Really Genesis…his body?"

"You didn't let me finish! I was going to say maybe he wants to repay with his body OR he'll just make you dinner and that's that!"

Sephiroth sighed as he sank back down to the bench. "What makes you say he'll want to fuck?"

Genesis smirked and flipped his hair. Debauchery was his expertise after all.

"Ok think of it this way. He could have taken you anywhere; a bar to repay you for drinking your shit, a restaurant if he wanted to take you out, but he didn't do that. He wants this to be private. He wants you…alone."

Sephiroth frowned. Genesis did have a point but he didn't think that Lazard wanted to fuck with him.

"This can end in two ways. With him sucking your dick, or with you just getting a home cooked meal. Either way sounds like a great night to me."

Genesis was slapped again.

He would consider Genesis' words but he tried not let it bother him. He didn't know what to expect tonight but he knew one thing for sure.

He would not tell Tseng about this.

For those who may not know, yayo is slang for cocaine.

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