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23 – Commands and Requests
Genesis stormed into the elevator and jabbed the 51 button so hard the plastic covering cracked. He wasn't angry per say, but anger was automatic when he was defensive, off balance, or shaken. At the moment he wasn't sure what he was, a combination of all of the above perhaps?
There was no question he was annoyed at Reno. He couldn't believe the Turk had gotten so agitated over him crashing at Sephiroth's. Ok… maybe he could. The man was gorgeous, but anyone with half a brain could see the SSC was introverted to the point of being antisocial. People like that didn't have relations, serious or otherwise, with others. If they did, it took a hell of a lot of time to develop.
To make matters worse, while he was upset with Reno, he found his own feelings confusing. How could one be annoyed yet simultaneously pleased? The fact that the Turk was jealous did please him in some way. It made him truly feel like the redhead cared. He knew it was silly and he also knew that regardless of his own feelings, he didn't want the jealously to continue unchecked. There could be a time and place for it, but if Reno was going to get pissed off every time he was with a friend it wasn't going to work.
Furthering his confusion, Genesis didn't understand where his desperation and vulnerability were coming from. He wasn't, and had never been, the clingy type. Things happened and didn't always work out the way you wanted them to. He'd understood that from a very young age. Yet now he wanted to run to Reno and apologize, say he'd never do it again just to feel secure and latch onto him. It was an urge he'd fight to the death, partially because he didn't understand it, partially because the feeling was so foreign to him, and partially because he'd done nothing to apologize for. He wasn't saying he wouldn't work things out and explain things to Reno, but he'd done nothing to apologize for damnit!
Genesis suddenly realized he'd been on the elevator way too long. Director Lazard's office was only one floor down for Gaia's Sake! He'd become so lost in thought that he hadn't been paying attention and now he was on the 40th floor. Godsdamnit! Since he couldn't seem to bother paying attention he exited the elevator and took the stairs.
The auburn yanked open the door on the 51st floor with a scowl. He took a moment to enter the Turk's number into his PHS before striding up the hallway and knocking on a door marked 'L. Deusericus'.
"Enter," Lazard called, looking up from his paperwork. "Good morning STC Rhapsodos."
"Director Deusericus," Genesis said, inclining his head. He grabbed the neatly folded report from his back pocket and laid it on the man's desk.
"Please, call me Lazard," the Director smiled. "I've been expecting this," he added, indicating the document.
"So I heard." After a few minutes of silence he said, "Is that all?"
"Do you have a problem with authority STC Rhapsodos?"
"Excuse me?" Genesis replied, eyes narrowing.
"I'm sure you had no trouble hearing me."
"No, I don't have a problem with authority," stated the auburn, eyes narrowed to mere slits as if in contradiction to his words. "I have a problem with people who ask for aid, but don't return the favor."
"What are you in reference to?"
"You asked me to assist the Turks, which I did, yet I was marked AWOL."
"Did you really expect me to assign that as a mission?"
"Of course not but you still could have listed me as on assignment."
"There was nothing to assign."
"I think we both know you could have faked one."
Lazard paused and took in the STC. Out of all the SOLDIERs he'd met and already dealt with, Rhapsodos was the first to challenge him in anyway. He couldn't say it was entirely unexpected since he'd heard of the auburn's infamous temper. The Director couldn't say he was entirely displeased either. "You are correct and I apologize." The STC lifted an eyebrow. "This position is new to me and I will do better in the future. I can't change what has already happened however, so I will have to owe you."
"All I ask is that it not happen again," Genesis coolly replied. Great, someone else who thinks they owe me, he mentally sighed.
Lazard nodded. "I hear you impressed the Thirds."
"We reached an understanding," Genesis shrugged.
"Very well, but do be careful. We don't need Thirds being accidently run through by flying swords," Lazard replied, standing. He walked to a storage cabinet, opened it, and removed a brand new Shinra issue broadsword. "I will save you a trip," he said, holding the sword out to the STC.
"Thank you," Genesis replied, accepting the sword and testing its weight before harnessing it.
"I hear you and the Turk, Reno, have become rather close," Lazard stated, sitting back down.
"Is that a problem?" Genesis asked, fighting not to narrow his eyes once more.
"It shouldn't be."
"Shouldn't be?"
"I'm not aware of any Shinra policies forbidding employees from dating. Other SOLDIERs might not like it however, not to mention the Turks."
"I could care less what others think or like."
"You don't care about much of anything, do you?"
"No," Genesis replied, finally losing the battle and narrowing his eyes.
"Good. You are dismissed."
Genesis raised an eyebrow as he turned and left the office without saluting. His intuition seemed to have fled, for he was unable to get a handle on Lazard. One minute he seemed the cool collected Shinra executive, the next some unidentifiable emotion or passion was seeping out of barely noticeable cracks in his façade.
The STC shook his head to clear his thoughts. A glance at his PHS confirmed his suspicion; he needed to move or he would be late to his class. While Lazard may be weird, at least he'd saved him the trouble of requisitioning a new sword. He walked to the elevator and punched the down button. By the time he stepped onto the 48th floor the auburn had pulled on his own façade, one strong enough to make Lazard envious.
Tseng fought down a bout of uncharacteristic nerves as the elevator ascended to the 58th floor. Upon leaving his office he had stopped in the hallway, debating on whether to force Reno to go with him to Rufus's or not. In the end, he decided it seemed cowardly and if he couldn't handle a 16 year old he had absolutely no business being the Director of the DoAR.
The Wutain stepped out of the elevator, walking quickly and confidently toward the two SOLDIERs stationed outside the Vice President's apartment. These two were different from the ones yesterday and he sighed, figuring they'd have to go through the whole verification mess again. As he approached, the door slid open and Rufus's head appeared.
"So help me if you lean on the doorbell one more time I'm going to rip it off the wall and shove part of it down your throat and the other part up your ass."
"Sir, Director Tseng is here to see you," one SOLDIER stated.
"I just need to check your briefcase," said the other, handing the Turk a panic disk.
"Oh," Rufus blinked at the SOLDIER he'd yelled at. "Wouldn't have yelled at all if you hadn't been driving me fucking crazy all day."
"I understand, Sir. It's my fault, Sir."
"Gods are all SOLDIERs brainwashed and rebuilt with no personality whose only purpose is to obey and not displease their superiors?" Rufus asked as Tseng took possession of his briefcase once again.
"Brainwashed?" one SOLDIER replied.
"We have personalities," said the other.
"Shut up, both of you."
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Eh, no you don't," snickered the VP. "You don't see Tseng over there bowing down and obeying my every command."
"You aren't talking to him, Sir."
"Or giving him orders."
"Turn around Tseng."
"No," replied the Wutain, walking forward, entering the apartment, and removing his shoes.
"See," Rufus said. "Not only wouldn't he turn around, he entered without an invitation." The SOLDIERs both looked at him, then looked at each other in confusion. "Oh forget it," he stated, stepping back and allowing the door to slide closed.
"Must you torment them?" Tseng inquired.
"They've been tormenting me all day!"
"It does not sound intentional."
"I don't care. Reno not coming again?" questioned the blond.
"Not unless you would like me to retrieve him."
"I'm sure we'll manage," Rufus chuckled. "Have a seat." Tseng sat on the couch while he took a seat in the chair across from the Wutain. "Are the Directives ready for me to sign?"
"Yes," Tseng replied, removing documents from his briefcase. "Reno has not had a chance to go over them, but he will approve."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Fine with me. Let me read them a final time before I sign."
The Wutain nodded and handed the documents over. The Vice President settled back in his chair and crossed his legs while he read. It was difficult with the Turk staring at him. Was he angry over yesterday? Offended? Ignoring it? His stomach flopped and he fought to concentrate on the papers in his hands. If he read and signed them, Tseng could leave and maybe when they saw each other in Junon things would be back to normal. That wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he'd take it.
Rufus had spent much of the night asking himself what he did want. The first thing that came to mind was that he was tired of being considered nothing more than a pampered child. He wanted to prove his abilities to those that doubted him and squash their snickers and snide comments. The first step would be to assert his authority. He thought he'd done a good job fighting for the Turks and it was a good start, but it would take more.
The VP also decided he needed better contacts and people he could depend on. Gaining control of the DoAR was perfect. The Turks themselves needed to lay low for a while, but they had plenty of information he could access without drawing suspicion given his new position as the department's overseer.
Thinking of the Turks led to his biggest question; what to do about Tseng. His feelings hadn't changed but he had no idea of the Turks feelings. He had no problem forcing or using people when it suited him, but the Wutain was not in that category. If something was to develop, he wanted it to be mutual.
Tseng sat motionless and stared blankly at Rufus. Every so often the VP's ash blonde hair would fall forward and he'd toss his head to get it out of his striking aquamarine eyes. Rufus's face had lost its childlike roundness, causing his cheekbones and nose to be more pronounced. His fingers had become long, slender, and graceful. He used to love watching Rufus play the piano and wondered if he still did.
The Wutain dazedly shook himself. Struggling with the urge to leave and drag Reno up here by his hair if necessary, he closed his eyes. Perhaps if he didn't look at Rufus there wouldn't be a problem. Rufus isn't the problem, you are.
"Everything ok?" Rufus called from behind the Directive sheets.
"Yes," Tseng replied, snapping his eyes open.
There was a pause before the VP quietly said, "I thought I told you to forget yesterday."
"You did."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Forgetting is harder than it sounds."
"Was it so repulsive it created a mental scar?" Rufus asked, laying the documents in his lap.
"No."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I do not believe I want to forget," whispered Tseng, closing his eyes at the admission.
Rufus's emotions suddenly became a violent tornado. Hope, fear, doubt, joy, excitement, nervousness, and relief all surged leaving him momentarily numb. He uncrossed his legs, leaned forward, and sat the papers on the coffee table, forcibly pushing his emotions aside.
The Wutain sat with his back straight and his hands on his knees. While he said nothing, the VP sensed the man's confusion and nervousness. It wasn't that Tseng was radiating the emotions, he just knew him that well. He hadn't planned to talk about this today and wasn't sure where to begin. As he thought, something clicked and the blond stood, walked around the coffee table, and grabbed the Turk by the tie. The Wutain's eyes snapped open and copper-brown eyes locked with his as he yanked the tie forward and slammed their lips together.
For the first time in quite awhile Tseng's heart was racing due to something other than fear. Well, perhaps it was fear, but a different brand than what he was used to. Very briefly, he wondered why he hadn't fought being jerked forward, but his mind went completely silent as Rufus's lips crashed into his.
Rufus's thoughts also disintegrated with Tseng's soft, yet firm, lips touching his. Momentarily the Turk's body went rigid but he quickly relaxed. He parted his lips and ran his tongue across the Wutain's closed mouth. After only a few seconds Tseng's wet muscle tentatively joined his in exploration. Rufus took advantage of the open mouth and let his tongue slip inside, feeling area's he'd only dreamt of.
Somewhere during the initial kiss, Tseng's thoughts came crashing back, along with Reno's words. For years, he'd been trying to protect others by not letting them get close. He'd given up friendships and more so others wouldn't have to worry about whether he came home or not. Self-sacrifice. Yet now, after all these years and one blunt, frustratingly irritating redhead and one suddenly commanding ash blond, he understood he'd cornered himself and didn't know how to escape.
As the kiss deepened Rufus leaned closer to Tseng and put his right hand on his chest. In that instant he realized they were talking without words. Rufus had silently asked Tseng to acquiesce, to stop fighting and doubting, and he had. The want of a deeper relationship was mutual or the Turk would have pushed him away. With that in mind the VP ploughed forward. He was tired of waiting and worrying and he had a feeling that Tseng was too.
The Vice President's fingers found the zipper on the Turk's jacket and started it downward. No protest was made and the kiss didn't skip a beat, so he made quick work undoing it completely and lightly tossing the folds to either side. Once done, his hand inched lower and his fingers glided over Tseng's stiffened member. "Sit still and keep your mouth shut," he snapped when the Turk tensed, breaking the kiss. Almost immediately the Wutain relaxed and a thrill ran through him at the man's obedience.
Not being a stupid man Tseng knew exactly what Rufus was up to. At the blond's command he instantly relaxed and realized just how much he'd cornered himself. Had he really become nothing more than a mindless servant? Was he powerless to disregard an order, regardless of what it was or what the consequences might be? No. His recent exploits with the Turks and Veld proved that. So what was it? It was simple; he didn't want to disobey.
Rufus stared straight into copper-brown eyes as he nimbly undid the man's belt buckle. That accomplished, he leaned in and kissed the Turk's neck while unbuttoning the man's pants, then dropped to his knees on the floor. Still holding eye contact, he unzipped the pants and lightly tugged while saying, "Up."
The Wutain understand what the VP wanted and lifted himself slightly. He fought not to sigh in relief as his aching member sprang upward. Leviathan it felt so good to be free from its prison. The poor thing had been neglected for months since he was now partner free and hadn't had the time or desire to masturbate.
Tseng hissed and his fingers dug into the couch cushions as Rufus's mouth closed around the tip of his dick in a slow, sensual manner. Having gone so long without contact to his member, the sensation completely demolished his composure, forcing out a gasp, making his eyelids flutter, and causing his head to tilt backward. Breathing heavily he managed to level his head and bring his right hand to the VP's hair, running fingers through feathery blond strands.
At first Rufus thought his motions were somewhat clumsy. He'd never actually done anything like this but he'd watched enough pornographic movies to know the mechanics and he was a fast learner. The blond used his tongue to play along sensitive veins, pulling moans, groans, and gasps from normally reserved lips. After a few moments and some experimentation to see what Tseng seemed to like best, his motions became smoother and he was thoroughly enjoying his lollipop with his entire mouth. Gods he'd wanted to do this for so long.
Tseng continued to play with the VP's hair as he felt his orgasm build. Since it had been so long there was no way he was going to be able to last. "Rufus," he whispered, amazed he could talk at all.
Rufus knew his name was a warning. He picked up his pace and hoped he didn't choke, because he'd die of embarrassment if he did. After a few more minutes the Wutain's back arched and he cried out. Warm, somewhat sweet liquid shot into the VP's mouth and he swallowed as Tseng shuddered and twitched. Eventually he released the member, licked his lips, and began kissing the Turks' stomach while sliding his hands along the inside of the man's thighs.
Tseng regained control of his limbs as Rufus began kissing his stomach and unbuttoning his shirt. Once open, the VP slid his hands along his bare chest until he caught them and gently pulled, forcing Rufus to lean forward and pulling him off the floor slightly. When they were close enough he closed the distance and brought their mouths together, quickly sliding his tongue into the blond's willing mouth.
"Undress," Rufus commanded, breaking the kiss. He rose from the floor and began removing his own clothes, eyes locked on the sight in front of him.
The Wutain almost protested, thinking things had gone far enough but any complaint died as his eyes feasted on Rufus's bare chest. It was flawless, pale, slim and more muscular than he had pictured. He leaned forward just enough to get his arms through his jacket and shirt, and then wiggled his pants and underwear down until he could pull them off without standing.
Rufus was distracted by the view of Tseng naked. He paused while unbuttoning his pants and admired the man. There were a few scars here and there but they only added to the man's beauty. His muscles were well defined, his waist slim, and his skin was an even shade from head to toe. As his mind returned, a thought occurred to him. "Stay, I will be right back."
Tseng leaned back on the couch and contentedly closed his eyes. His tired, lust clouded mind wasn't as sharp as usual but he didn't care. He didn't even care that he was sitting stark naked on his boss's couch. The next thing he knew a bare chest was pressing against his and Rufus was straddling him. Instinctively he opened his eyes and circled an arm around the VP, locking them together. How dull of me, he thought as the blond pressed a small tube into his free hand.
Rufus's heart was beating frantically due to pleasure, excitement, nervousness, and shock. He couldn't believe how compliant Tseng had become! At any moment he still expected Tseng to protest but the thought didn't last as Tseng's willingness was reaffirmed. The Turk silently finished undoing the VP's pants with one hand while using the other to keep him from falling backward off his lap. The Wutain's mouth moved to his nipple, gently sucking and biting as fingers brushed against his cock. Rufus whimpered as fire raced though his veins and Tseng's right hand slipped down to his backside, leisurely rubbing his ass.
The Vice President rose and removed the offending pants. Now completely naked he felt somewhat embarrassed for the first time. He quickly returned to the Turk's lap where, oddly enough, he didn't feel quite as exposed. Immediately Tseng's mouth was on his earlobe and he gasped. His member brushed against Tseng's, which was hardening once more. Lightning raced through him and he moved his hips, causing the two organs to rub each other once more. The feeling of having such a powerful man between his thighs was exhilarating.
The Wutain sighed as Rufus slowly rubbed their cocks together. When the blond's eyes closed, he unscrewed the small tube and squeezed some onto his fingers while his left hand rubbed the VP's supple, taunt, ass. His nerves were thrumming with anticipation but he knew he had to hold back.
Rufus was so spellbound by the feel of his cock against Tseng's that he didn't notice the Wutain slip his right hand behind him. When he felt one of the Turk's digits brush his entrance he gasped in surprise and pleasure. No one, not even himself, had ever touched that area, other than in the shower of course. Sure he'd seen people do it in the movies but they were always so fake that one could never tell if something really felt that good or not. He'd also overheard people talking about it, but people tended to exaggerate, especially if it involved their own escapades. Yet everything he'd seen and heard was apparently correct because it felt good. Damned good. After a few more passes, Tseng's finger carefully slipped inside and he gasped again, though it quickly turned into a moan.
Tseng waited a few seconds then wiggled his finger. He eventually slipped it out a bit, then back in. The blond did not seem to be in pain and before long he was sliding the entire digit in and out with minimal resistance and a few minutes he added a second finger. Rufus's back arched slightly, though he was pretty sure it wasn't due to pain. The Wutain repeated the motion and his suspicion was confirmed; he'd found the blond's pleasure spot. For the time being he tried to avoid it and instead focused on stretching him.
The Vice President panted and trembled under Tseng's delicate care. Their dicks once again rubbed against each other as Rufus's hips suddenly started moving of their own accord. Odin it felt amazing. Just when he felt he couldn't take it anymore the Turk removed his fingers and he fought not to whine at the sudden empty feeling.
"Are you ready?" Tseng quietly asked, eyes darting to the VP's.
"Fuck yes. I want you in me. Now."
Tseng chuckled and applied lube to his member. Rufus positioned himself and began to lower his body slowly. Once the head was in, the Wutain forced Rufus to stop with hands on his hips so they could both adjust. Finally, he allowed him to go lower and it proceeded like that until his cock was wrapped in Rufus's warm, tight body.
Breathing heavily Rufus slammed his lips into Tseng's. The Turk's wide, long dick hurt, but not enough to really bother or deter him. Mostly it felt fucking amazing. The longer he sat there, the less it hurt and the more he loved the feeling of being full. He finally broke the kiss and slowly moved upward, unable to look away from the acute, raw emotions in the Turk's brown-copper eyes. He was so used to Tseng showing no emotion that he'd almost convinced himself the man didn't have any. Oh how wrong he'd been.
The feel of Rufus sliding on his pole was astounding. All of his emotions and nerves had come alive, as though somehow the blond was touching each of them individually. The Turk leaned back into the couch and watched the VP ride him, aiding him with hands on his hips. Urging and encouraging him with whispered words or moans and groans. His eyes constantly moved from the sight of his cock disappearing into Rufus, to his face, which displayed one pleasurable expression after another.
The Vice President found a rhythm and put his hands on Tseng's chest for leverage. He fought to control his breathing so he wouldn't hyperventilate. It didn't hurt; rather it felt so good he was breathless. He thought things couldn't get any better but he was wrong. The Wutain shifted and when he lowered himself so much pleasure shot through his system that he cried out. Spots danced in his vision and he arched backwards, unable to stop himself. Thankfully Tseng shifted a hand to his back or he might have fallen completely over. "Holy shit," he managed to breath.
Tseng chuckled, leaning forward more and shifting once again so that his dick would constantly graze Rufus's prostate. The new position also allowed him to explore the blond's chest with his mouth and tongue.
While not loud, the Vice President was making so many noises he was glad the apartment was soundproofed. He couldn't seem to help himself so he stopped trying to contain them. Tseng didn't seem to mind and that's what mattered. He started rolling his hips instead of moving straight up and down. The pleasure intensified and apparently Tseng enjoyed it as well. The Wutain growled in his ear and bit down on his earlobe. "Aahhh, Tseng," he whimpered in ecstasy. He slowed his pace and grabbed Tseng's chin forcibly with his right hand. "You will visit me in Junon."
Tseng was once again startled by Rufus's tone: commanding, demanding, and authoritative. While somewhat shocking, he fucking loved it. "I will visit you in Junon."
"From this day forward," gasp, "you will stay by my side," moan, "no matter what," pant, "in whatever capacity I want."
"I cannot be by your side every hour of the day, however until I die, I am in your service, as I always have been. I give you my word of honor."
Rufus's heart swelled at Tseng's reply. His word of honor? To Tseng that was the ultimate oath and he knew he would never willingly break it. The Wutain was his and his alone. Regardless of what had happened, or would happen, Tseng would remain by his side and he knew it was true down to his core, although his mind could barely comprehend it. The VP leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Tseng's neck, his body continuing its rolling, up and down motion.
Tseng took advantage of Rufus's closeness to change their positions. Without disconnecting, he picked the blond up and laid him down on the couch on his back. He kissed the VP passionately, but pulled back as he picked up where they'd left off. His thrusts were deep, but unhurried and with each push he grazed Rufus's pleasure center.
Rufus was lost in pleasure and ecstasy. The feel of Tseng's cock twitching, throbbing, and moving in and out of him was driving him insane. The VP mentally chided himself for being such a coward for so long. All those moments, moments of this, lost. He vowed to never let such chances slip away again. The blond grabbed onto the Turk's upper arms and the Wutain leaned forward for another kiss.
Tseng positioned Rufus's right leg on the back of the couch, glad the VP was quite flexible since there wasn't a lot of room to work with. The new position allowed him to go deeper into the blond and his back arched, shoving his ass down and his dick in even further still. He braced his left hand on the back of the couch and moved his right to the VP's cock, languidly stroking it. Rufus closed his eyes, cried out, and raked fingernails down his chest hard enough to draw blood. The Turk hissed but his pleasure was heightened as a result.
"Tseng I can't…" Rufus trailed off as another wave of pleasure washed over him.
In response, Tseng picked up his pace and thrust in a bit harder, conscious not to hurt the blond. Rufus's right fingers were digging into his left arm and his left hand was latched around his right wrist. It was like the blond was using his hand to masturbate with and it was an incredible turn on. "Out or in?" he questioned, feeling his orgasm's rapid approach.
"In," Rufus breathed, knowing what the Turk meant. "Tseng," he yelled a few minutes later as he released.
Tseng slowed his pace to give the blonde the maximum amount of pleasure before speeding back up and driving deeply into him. He growled and shuddered, releasing himself inside the VP and locking their mouths together. Unable to speak, Rufus whimpered and scraped the fingers of his left hand down his back starting at his shoulder, making him shiver in delight.
When Tseng finally pulled back, Rufus inhaled a breath of air that made him somewhat dizzy. His right hand hurt and when he tried to move his fingers he realized they were locked into a claw on the Wutain's arm. As they finally broke loose, he spotted blood under his nails. He inhaled a sharp breath as Tseng withdrew from him. Even that felt good. As Tseng sat backward, he caught sight of the Turk's chest and the scratches he'd apparently made. "Consider those to be my claim on you."
"As you wish," Tseng replied, sitting up a bit more.
After a long pause, Rufus said, "Take me to the bedroom then go get antiseptic wipes from the bathroom."
Tseng nodded, picked Rufus up, and carried him to the bedroom, placing him on the bed before heading into the bathroom. He opened a cabinet and removed the antiseptic wipes and some individually packaged wet wipes. Glancing in the mirror he noted the dark circles under his nearly half lidded eyes. Now that the worry, confusion, and adrenaline were fading he was incredibly tired.
"Sit down," Rufus commanded when Tseng returned. The Turk did what he was told and sat. The VP unwrapped one of the antiseptic wipes and started disinfecting the Wutain's scratches. Tseng's muscles twitched and bunched but he said nothing. As the blond worked a little blood seeped out but nothing that worried him. The arm was the worst as it was not only scratched, but gouged.
While Rufus was working Tseng lazily opened one of the wet wipes and cleaned himself. Once the VP was finished, he handed him a wipe and the blond cleaned as well, then handed the trash to Tseng to throw away.
"Lay down before you fall down," Rufus ordered, sliding backward to make room for Tseng.
Tseng nodded and pulled his legs onto the bed. Once adjusted Rufus wiggled in close and he closed his arm around him. He kissed the top of his head before closing his eyes. It wasn't long before the two fell into a deep and contented sleep.
While so far his day had been typical, Sephiroth was feeling decidedly atypical. As usual he'd woken well before his alarm had gone off. Remembering the STC in his living room, he'd gone to check on him and found a note thanking him for the couch and saying he'd come by later in the day. He'd taken a shower, eaten breakfast, and then attended two meetings where his presence hadn't been required, yet he was still expected to attend.
So what was so atypical? His mood. More than once he'd startled people with replies that were shaper than normal. Instead of listening intently, or at least pretending he was, he'd brushed people off and taken the first opportunity to escape. There hadn't been anything for him to do anyway so why should he be there? Now it was 1200 hundred hours and he found himself on a walkway high above the floor of Weapons Training 2. There was no reason for him to be here either, yet here he was. Like his mood it confused him, as did the scene far below him. His mind started to drift, but a noise behind him caused him to quickly spin.
"The hell are you doin' here yo?"
"I could ask the same of you," Sephiroth coolly replied, taking in the obviously agitated redhead.
"Us Turks can pop up in the damnest places but you ain't one of us, so what gives?"
"It is none of your concern," replied the silver, relaxing his posture slightly.
Reno was silent for a moment before he snorted, "You're a real piece a work, ya know that?" "Piece of work?" Sephiroth parroted without thinking, though he immediately chided himself.
Reno raised an eyebrow at the silver. Sephiroth's confusion confused him. He moved forward, stopping about three feet from the SSC. "Can he hear us yo?" he asked, indicating the STC far below.
"The noise from the Thirds will drown us out if we're quiet. How am I a piece of work?"
"You're strange, unpleasant, and a dick," Reno replied, watching Genesis.
"You find me a jerk?"
"Basically, ya."
"I see," Sephiroth quietly replied, eyes sliding back to the training session below.
Reno turned back to the silver at his tone. The SSC sounded like someone had squashed his favorite toy right in front of him. As he watched, the silver's mannerisms changed from defensive and standoffish to shy and embarrassed, almost ashamed. The hell? "Sephiroth?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you up here?"
"I wish to be," the SCC sharply replied, going rigid again, unable to read the redhead's tone.
The redhead bit back a retort and scowled. What the hell was with this guy? Granted he didn't know the SSC well but he was usually better at reading people than this. Thinking back, he realized he'd never even talked to the silver until a week ago, when he'd used Angeal's PHS to ask for his help in getting the Turks into the Shinra building. Regardless it seemed like the SSC was perpetually pissed off.
Reno watched as Sephiroth returned his attention to the scene below them. His scowl deepened but quickly vanished, replaced by confusion. The silver wasn't watching Genesis like he'd assumed, he was watching the Thirds with an expression that probably mirrored his own. "Something botherin' you yo?" the Turk finally asked, his desire to help people overriding his annoyance at finding Sephiroth here.
Sephiroth turned and celadon eyes locked with blue ones. "What do you care?"
"Hn, I don't know," Reno shrugged. "Maybe 'cause you're friends with Genesis or maybe I'm just tryin' to be nice."
"You think Genesis and I are friends?"
"You are aren't ya?"
"I…" Sephiroth trailed off, unsure of the answer.
Reno watched the bewilderment dash across Sephiroth's eyes and barely suppressed a laugh, wondering how he had ever imagined the SSC was a threat. The man was visually striking but he didn't know shit about relationships. That didn't seem like something Genesis would be attracted too, though of course he could be wrong… Stop it! "How did you get up here anyway yo?" Reno said to change the topic and quiet his thoughts.
"I jumped when no one was looking."
"From the floor?" Reno exclaimed as loud as he dared, looking down. Sephiroth nodded and he muttered, "Son of a bitch."
"How did you get up here?"
"The vents," replied the redhead, pointing. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow but remained quiet. The Turk settled in, watching the session below with one eye and the silver with the other. His jealously and irritation slipped away by increments as the SSC continued to watch the Thirds, only paying a minimal amount of attention to Genesis. He didn't get the impression the man was trying to play it cool either, rather he was simply more interested in the Thirds. When the silver spoke his suspicion was confirmed.
"Why are they acting… unusually?" Sephiroth asked, unable to formulate an answer on his own.
"Huh?"
"The Thirds," pointed the SSC.
"Seem pretty normal to me," Reno said, looking down at the Thirds, once more confused.
"They aren't," Sephiroth replied with a scowl. The STC called a break and the silver's scowl deepened. "Genesis needs to work on how to lead."
"He does? Looks like he's doin' just fine to me," said the Turk, watching the Thirds pick up water bottles and mill about.
"He isn't issuing commands properly. For that matter why are they even following him? Not once has he established himself as their leader."
"Orderin' people around ain't always the best way to get 'em to follow you."
"It is not?" Sephiroth asked, turning his gaze on the redhead.
"Nope," Reno replied, facing the silver. "Sometimes orderin' people around even works against ya."
"It does?"
"Uh-huh."
Sephiroth silently and motionlessly watched Genesis chat with the on-break Thirds. In his experience, lower ranks were skittish and difficult to interact with, though they were quick to obey an order. They often approached training with annoyance or disgust, as though it were nothing but a required necessity. What he had witnessed, was witnessing now, was nothing like that.
The Thirds had been quick to follow commands but there the parallels ended. Their movements appeared fluid instead of nervous. Their speech patterns, whether with each other or with Genesis, weren't broken, strained, or laced with tension. They actually appeared to enjoy what they were doing. The group was not the mechanical, stiff, mindless bunch he was used to working with. Rather they had watched and listened to Genesis intently, taking his advice without complaint, even if it was somewhat harsh. Even now they were laughing easily with him. Laughing? Thirds never laughed in a training session, regardless of what they were doing.
Below him, Genesis called an end to the break. The Thirds scattered, chattering while replacing their water bottles. Still he heard no complaints. There were no whispered grumbles between friends who thought the instructor wouldn't hear them. No snide comments about how the teacher didn't know what he was talking about. The silver heard only excitement and enthusiasm. Comments of sore muscles even seemed to be said with pride and amusement instead of annoyance.
Taking all this into consideration the SSC tried to explain the changes. Why weren't they complaining? Why were they not denouncing their training and the one instructing them? Why were aches and pains taken so lightly? Try as he might he could come up with no solid conclusions. Unless… unless the answer was Genesis himself.
Beneath him, the Thirds came together in a cluster. Sephiroth scowled at the loose, sloppy formation, wondering why Genesis didn't correct them. He was clearly not used to being in charge, yet as he watched the auburn demonstrate a move he seemed perfectly at ease. Was it possible for someone to be in control without actually being controlling? It seemed like such a contradiction, but Reno had implied as much and the more the silver watched, the more he believed it possible. But how?
Confused and frustrated Sephiroth almost dropped from the walkway and demanded explanations. His scowl deepened at the impulsive and irrational thought. What was wrong with him today? Almost as if in answer his eyes drifted to the auburn, who was now illustrating the move step by step so the Thirds could see exact hand, foot, and body placement, then his gaze drifted to the redhead next to him. Are they the problem? he thought, wondering about the two redheads. No, but perhaps they held the answers he was seeking. The Turk seemed to know something anyway. "How does one lead without ordering subordinates around?" he asked, taking a chance.
Reno looked at Sephiroth and blinked. He started to ask if that was a trick question, but one look at the silver's face told him it wasn't. The SSC's confidence had faltered slightly and he was obviously confused. Again Reno was reminded that he knew virtually nothing about Sephiroth, nor did anyone he knew. "Eh, why don' we go somewhere else 'fore we get caught yo?"
"Like where? There are people in my apartment assembling furniture."
"Heh, how about mine?" Sephiroth raised a silver eyebrow for a moment before nodding. "This way yo," he said, pointing and moving toward the end of the catwalk.
Sephiroth watched as Reno jumped off the walkway and grabbed a horizontal bar. The Turk used his momentum to throw his legs over another one about two feet away, catching it behind his knees. From that bar, he again used his momentum and grabbed the next in line with his hands. He continued in that fashion until he disappeared into a vent in a wall across the room. The entire sequence had been one quick, fluid motion and the SSC raised an eyebrow, surprised at the Turk's dexterity, agility, quietness, and speed before following, though he just used his hands.
At the end of the bars, Sephiroth swung and noiselessly landed in the vent. The duct was larger than it appeared and he quickly scurried to the opposite end, figuring that's where the redhead had gone. At the end, he found Reno leaning against the opposite wall with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow at the Turk before jumping to the floor.
Reno propelled off the wall and headed toward the stairway, "Faster yo," he called over his shoulder. While that was true, he also wanted to minimize the chance of running into anyone. It wasn't Sephiroth's presence; he just didn't want to deal with anything right now.
The two quickly shot up the stairs and were soon on the 50th floor. Sephiroth hung back as Reno unlocked the apartment door then went inside. He waited a few seconds before entering.
"Make yerself comfy," Reno called, heading for the kitchen. He opened the fridge and removed a soda and a bottle of water before venturing into the living room. Walking to the chair Sephiroth had occupied, he handed him the water then plopped onto the couch. "Respect, fear, admiration, and intimidation can be used to command people, among other things."
"I don't understand, those are emotions," Sephiroth replied, twisting the cap of off his water bottle.
"Emotions are powerful things yo."
"I see…" the silver said in thought. "How does an emotion replace a command?"
"It's… kinda like a form of control. If ya control something, ya don' have to order it around. Just tell it what to do."
"Isn't that a command?" asked Sephiroth, taking a sip.
"Ah… yes and no?" Reno replied, frustrated that he couldn't explain better. "Wait, ya said the Thirds were acting different. Different how?"
"Their speech patterns and movements were different, more fluid, less hurried, less stiff."
"So what, they usually stutter and stumble and act like idiots?"
"Yes."
Reno almost choked on his mouthful of soda. "No shi'?" Sephiroth nodded. "Damn, an I was just kiddin'," he chuckled. He thought for a moment before continuing, "Do ya have to yell to get their attention?"
"No, they are usually very quiet."
"Sounds like you intimidate them yo."
"They're afraid of me?"
"Not necessarily. Could be they're in awe or stricken by the sheer force of yer presence. They wanna please and impress you, but 'cause they're nervous they can't. They also migh' hold back 'cause they're afraid to fail in front of ya," Reno said.
Sephiroth nodded in thought. Perhaps he didn't frighten them but he did distress them, causing their performance to suffer. He'd had similar experiences in the labs when he was younger. "How do I make them more comfortable?" he asked, not liking the fact that he'd mentally compared himself to Professor Hojo.
"Relax."
"I am."
Reno laughed, "I meant with the Thirds. Try to relax with 'em. Their mood is partially set by yours. If yer tense, they'll get tense, nervous, they'll get nervous, and so forth. Also, try not to yell all the time, encourage 'em when ya can, things like that."
"I see," Sephiroth replied, staring at his lap where his hands were clasped around the water bottle. "Is that what Genesis did?"
"Pretty much yo. He wasn't order 'em around or being snippy. He was relaxed and so were they. Seems they respect him, though I don' know what he did to gain their respect so quickly. See, if ya control them with emotions, ya don't have to yell or scream or threaten to make them listen. Just say it and they'll do it."
Sephiroth nodded, starting to understand a bit. "Genesis is coming."
"How the hell do ya know that?" Reno asked, puzzled.
"The elevator doors opened and I smell him."
"Man that's creepy," Reno grinned. He stood, headed for the door, and opened it.
"Bad time?" Genesis asked, finger poised a centimeter from the doorbell.
"Nope, come in."
Genesis straightened himself, took two steps in the apartment and froze, eyebrow rising. "Hello Sephiroth."
"Hello."
"Everything ok?" Genesis asked, locking eyes with Reno.
"Yep. We were just talkin' and generally avoidin' work."
"Me too," Genesis sighed. "I cut class a half hour short. My concentration was failing."
A PHS rang and the three looked at each other. Apparently they all used the same ringtone. "It is mine," Sephiroth finally said, pulling his device out. "Yes?" Reno and Genesis listened to a string of 'yeses' before the silver hung up and rose. "I must go. The President requires me."
"Ooohhh, fun," Reno joked and Genesis grinned.
Sephiroth faintly smiled and walked toward the pair. "Are you still coming by later?" he asked the auburn.
"Yes. I want to see the new furniture in action."
"Can I come yo?"
Sephiroth nodded, noticing Genesis's eyes narrow for a fraction of a second, so fast he was sure the redhead missed it. "1700 hundred?" They both nodded and he added, "Dinner?"
"Mmm, free food," Reno grinned.
"Sounds good," smiled Genesis.
With that Sephiroth left, leaving Reno and Genesis standing awkwardly by the door. "Relax yo," Reno finally said, "Every things cool. Wanna soda?"
"Sure."
Reno retrieved a soda and found Genesis on the couch, apparently at ease. "How'd class go?"
"Aside from my lack of concentration, fine," replied the auburn, taking the can, opening it, and taking a sip.
"I'm sorry about this morning," Reno said. "I think I took my lack of sleep and shitty morning out on you. Also, I think I had some things figured wrong."
"Oh?" The Turk nodded. "Like?"
"I mistook yer protectiveness of Sephiroth as defensiveness, which led me to believe you were hidin' something."
"I was defensive. You attacked me, my actions."
"I understand yo," Reno said, finally sitting down on the couch a foot away from the auburn, fighting not to get closer. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Genesis sighed. "Just a misunderstanding. How about this, I'll work on my flirtyness if you work on your jealously."
"There ya go makin' up words again," Reno chuckled. "You are flirty yo. Like the other day with Shinra's secretary… shesh."
"I know. Sadly, most of the time I'm not even trying to be."
"I wasn't tryin' to be jealous either," snickered the Turk. "You have to admit, you woulda been pissed if you found out I spent the night with Sephiroth."
"Why would I get pissed?"
Reno swiveled his head toward Genesis, eyes narrowed. "Come on Gen, it's Sephiroth."
"So?"
"Oh come on," Reno said, rolling his eyes. "The guy's smart, gorgeous, powerful… basically an excellent package and catch. Let's face it, he's everything I ain't and most people'd die to sleep with him."
"Oh please," Genesis snorted.
"Pft, don't tell me ya don't think he's hot!"
"I refuse to comment," replied the auburn, grinning around the edge of his can.
"Ha! See!"
"You said it first!" Genesis laughed, setting his can on the coffee table. "I have you Reno and whether you believe it or not, you compare just fine."
"Yeah right," Reno sarcastically stated. "Shit!" he exclaimed, suddenly finding Genesis straddling him.
"You're intelligent, exquisitely attractive, and exceptionally skilled," Genesis purred less than three inches from the Turk's face.
"Heh, quit stroking my ego yo."
"I could stroke something else instead," the STC replied, brushing his lips against Reno's, hands circling the Turk's neck.
"Damn, how do ya do that?" Reno asked, heart racing.
"Do what?"
"Make everything stop existing but you."
"Hmm, I have my ways," Genesis replied in a sultry voice, kissing the side of Reno's neck.
While thoroughly enjoying the attention and the SOLDIER in his lap, Reno's mind kept flashing back to the previous night. Unnerving dreams, restless sleep, and a half empty bed. His lips moved, brain not registering the words until they were already spoken, "Move in with me."
"What?" Genesis replied, pulling back in shock.
"Move in with me."
"You can't be serious," the STC said, sitting his butt down on Reno's knees.
"Dead serious."
"You barely know me!"
"I don't care."
"Well I do!"
"Is that a no?"
"Ye-n- godsdamnit I don't know!" Genesis growled in frustration. "Where did this come from?"
Reno shrugged, fighting not to grin as the auburn idly drummed fingers on his shoulders. "I'm tired of comin' home to a dead apartment."
"If you're lonely get a roommate."
"That's what I'm tryin' to do yo," chuckled the redhead before getting serious. "It's more than that though. I… for the first time in my life I want a… a home."
"You can make a home without me Reno."
"No I can't. Look around, this ain't a home it's a shell. Sure I can spruce it up or get a roommate but that ain't what I want. I never even thought about any of this shit until I found you. You made me realize what I was missin' and I want you to be a part of it. You are a part of it."
Practically speechless, Genesis said the first thing that popped into his head. "You apartment is unsatisfactory."
"Unsatisfactory? We could always get another one," Reno replied, eyebrow raised.
Genesis fought his jaw, which threatened to drop. He'd move for me? "It's barren."
"So redecorate. Or, ah, decorate rather."
"It's your apartment!"
"Would be yours too if ya said yes."
"I-I…" Genesis trailed off, thoughts moving so fast he couldn't keep up with them. "Just… let me think about it for a day or two ok?"
"Alright," Reno smiled. The auburn hadn't said no and he could understand needing some time to consider. It was a big decision. The fact that his mind was already made up only faintly surprised him. He was beyond the point of questioning his feelings, he was simply going with them.
Genesis grinned, emotions in an uproar. He was relieved he didn't have to make a decision right this second, puzzled by the suddenness of it all, and happy and apprehensive about the request. The auburn leaned forward and locked his mouth onto the Turk's like he was the only bit of calm sea in a raging storm. His thoughts settled as if to prove his point and he clung on a little tighter. One thing he knew was that even though their relationship was still new and would take some work, he was looking forward to it and he was almost positive that it would be worth it.