Career Adjustment

Synopsis: Due to an "accident" at Shinra tower, everyone is now fired until further notice.

"I don't want people to think my executives are lazy, so I have managed to get jobs for you all. Reach into the box and pull out a new profession," he said, lips curled into a grin that could rival the Cheshire cat.

Warnings: Mature humor, crude humor, language, eventual smut, The foul mouthed Shin-Ra brothers

Cloud arrived at the condo around six-thirty. This day had been one he would not surely forget in his life. First he'd been attacked by his "servants" during breakfast, followed by a long day of Rufus taking him to where the elite liked to lavish themselves. When Rufus had asked him what his first plan of action as president would be, Cloud modestly said he wanted to help his mom out. The vice president didn't understand why Cloud wanted to do this but he hadn't objected. He sent his mother five grand and called her to let her know it was money he'd earned, not stolen. After that, Rufus took him shopping, made him dine in the most expensive and exclusive restaurants on the plate, and made him play golf with him.

However, even through all the drama he went through today, nothing had compared to that moment Rufus forced him to make direct eye contact with General Sephiroth. For the entire day, he couldn't get the image of the man's bright feline eyes out of his head. His expression had been indecipherable, but Cloud could only imagine how pathetic he looked at that moment. He felt his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment at the thought.

Once he had reached his floor, he stepped out of the elevator and into the condo. Since it was pretty late, he had expected to see at least someone in the living area or kitchen. He scanned the lower floor and realized that he was alone. He felt a bit of relief knowing that he wouldn't have to face anyone, although he had wanted to see Tseng at least. He walked up the stairs and the silence continued. As he passed Tseng's door, he paused. Tseng did seem reserved and Cloud thought that maybe the man could be home after all. He thought about knocking on the door but hesitated. What if Tseng wasn't there and his roommate was? Cloud didn't think he could face Sephiroth again today.

He sighed at his shame before he started to walk away.

"Cloud," he heard his name being called in a familiar voice. He turned around to see the Turk he'd been looking for approaching him.

"Oh, um," the blond fumbled, which really couldn't qualify as a legitimate response.

"Were you waiting for me?" the man asked.

"I was just walking by," he replied, though he knew it wasn't true.

Tseng opened his door and gestured for Cloud to follow behind him. The blond took a seat at the small table by the window as Tseng put some tea on.

"Where is everyone?" Cloud asked.

"Reno and Rude went out for drinks. As for the others, I am not informed," he responded. After a few minutes the tea was done and Tseng presented Cloud with a cup.

"Thanks," he said before he took a sip. The bitterness took him by surprise as he was used to more sugar. Tseng seemed to have found his reaction funny and could not hold back a slight smile.

"You require sweetness?" he asked.

"Sweetnees?" Cloud repeated, as it was an odd choice of words. "Um, yes please."

Tseng reached over to the counter and grabbed two honey packets. Cloud knew it wasn't going to be enough but he didn't ask for more.

"How was your first day of work?" the blond asked, trying to make conversation.

Tseng tensed up and Cloud didn't miss the right eye twitch. The man's hand tightened around his cup and he cleared his throat.

"It was…disturbing," the replied, though his gaze remained fixed on the window.

"Oh. Sorry to hear that."

Tseng seemed to have a lot on his mind and Cloud didn't want to pry, though he was curious.

When Tseng finished his tea, he took a deep breath and pulled his eyes away from the rainy scene outside. His amber eyes settled on Cloud and the blond smiled out of nervousness.

"How was your day, Cloud?" Tseng asked.

"It was okay," he responded. "Rufus is pretty extravagant."

"Very much so," the Turk agreed. "You did not feel uncomfortable or frightened did you? I know Rufus can be quite overbearing and Sephiroth…"

Cloud's body betrayed him the moment Tseng mentioned Sephiroth. His cheeks flushed red and did not go unnoticed by the perceptive Turk.

"Did something happen?" Tseng asked concerned.

Cloud shook his head, but the dark haired one wasn't buying it.

"Cloud, you know you can tell me if someone is bothering you. I will handle the situation."

"It's not that…it's just…"

The blond was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door slamming open. He barely managed to hold in a started gasp when Reno and Rude walked in. Reno was wobbly, but still the primary support of the duo as Rude was done for. The man could barely stand. He was so drunk that even his bald head was slightly flushed.

"S'up bossman and jailbait," Reno slurred. Cloud grumbled at the name.

Tseng stood up and had a look of displeasure on his face.

"You said you needed to have one drink…one," he scolded.

Reno chuckled before he dumped Rude's large form on Tseng's bed.

"Well, I s'pose we 'ad one too many," the red head remarked. He patted Rude on the cheek before he fixed his drunken gaze on Cloud.

"You wanna get your petals plucked tonight, lil' blond," he slurred. Cloud looked away from the heated gaze Reno was giving him.

"Reno," Tseng snapped as he approached his drunken comrade. "You will not speak to him in such a manner."

The redhead shrugged his shoulders and stumbled back.

"I'm just fucking with him…not literally fucking with him though…which I wouldn't mind doing but…"

"Reno," Tseng snapped in warning.

"Pshh, fine I get it. I'll fucking go somewhere else," he grumbled. He more or less walked to the door and was almost out before Tseng noticed he was leaving something behind.

"Reno, you're forgetting Rude," he informed. He looked down at the man and realized he wasn't moving.

"Just ah…just keep 'em 'ere for practice." The red haired Turk winked before he stumbled off.

Tseng swore mentally as he watched Reno leave. He looked down at Rude and the Turk grumbled something about being hot. Tseng sighed, but decided that it would be best to help Rude, and then he could figure out how to get the man out of his bed.

"Cloud, could you pour a glass of water," he asked.

The boy nodded and rushed over to the sink to get what Tseng asked. The Turk pressed the back of his hand against Rude's forehead and realized that he was quite warm indeed. He had seen most of the Turks, including Veld, highly intoxicated several times but Rude had always refrained from drinking excessively. He felt bad knowing that it was this situation that probably pushed the man to drink so much tonight.

Cloud stood beside Tseng holding the glass of water and highly confused by the situation. He watched as Tseng unbuttoned the man's jacket, followed by his collared shirt. Rude breathed out of relief when his constricting clothes were loosened. Tseng took the water from Cloud and poured a bit over Rude's lips.

"Rude. Are you alright?" Tseng questioned as he hovered over the man. Rude made an incoherent noise before he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Tseng. Cloud gasped at the action and backed up. He wanted to help Tseng but he really didn't know what to do. Rude smiled sloppily before he tightened his grip on Tseng.

"Bar girl…I can't believe it's really you!" the man grumbled. Tseng struggled to break free of Rude's hold but the man was highly intoxicated and wasn't holding anything back.

"Rude. I am not the bar girl!" Tseng informed.

Rude shook his head. "No it's you alright, bar girl. You're so pretty." He replied, smiling sloppily.

"No Rude. I'm Tseng. Tseng! Not the bar girl. Let me go."

"Bar girl your breasts seem bigger in the bar, but its okay. You're still so beautiful."

Cloud gulped as Tseng tried to talk some sense into his comrade but Rude wasn't getting it.

"Should I call for help, Tseng?" Cloud asked. Tseng nodded rapidly.

"Go ask a SOLDIER for assistance if you can find one," he managed to get out.

Rude pulled Tseng closer and pressed his face into the man's chest. The long haired Turk didn't understand why until Rude stated to rub his face into his chest.

Cloud's jaw dropped. He may have been a virgin but he'd seen enough porn to know that Rude was trying to motorboat him.

"Go get help!" Tseng pleaded.

Cloud ran for the door and collided with what seemed to be a brick wall. He fell back and looked up to see Sephiroth staring at the sight very intensely. He hadn't even felt Cloud crash into him.

"What the fuck," the general swore, first in shock, then in rage.

"Hey! What the fuck Tseng! You promised me your goodies, not Rude!"

Cloud watched in shock as the General lunged forward and grabbed Tseng by the collar of his shirt. He yanked the man back, effortlessly breaking Rude's hold on him. Tseng felt himself fly back in seemingly slow motion before he ended up in strong arms.

"Tseng," Sephiroth said as he adjusted the man in his arms to fit more comfortably. "Are you okay my little sacrifice?"

The man's word usage confused Tseng, but for now he was glad to be out of Rude's grasp.

"I am fine thank you. Please put me down."

Sephiroth only pulled Tseng closer to him. The Turk swore as he had only escaped the grasp of one horror to fall into another.

"Whoa whoa bossman!" Reno howled as he stumbled into the room. He was followed by Reeve who was holding a camera and Genesis who just looked pissed off.

"Why the fuck are you holding him?" the red SOLDIER yelled.

"I saved him," the general said proudly.

"Please put me down."

Genesis rolled his eyes. "Oh really? You think I don't know what's going on between you two?"

Reeve zoomed in on Genesis and Sephiroth.

"This is good stuff," he commented with a sly grin.

Sephiroth smirked. "What's wrong Genesis? Are you jealous that I get to be with him and all you have is your right hand?"

"You are such a fucking asshole!"

Tseng made an attempt to slip out of Sephiroth's grip but the man pulled him closer.

"Almost slipped out sweetheart," he said smoothly. Tseng was growing increasingly frustrated. He didn't want to result to violence but sometimes it was all these SOLDIERs understood. Tseng used his free had to suddenly poke Sephiroth in the eyes when he was distracted by Genesis. The man released the Turk to rub his eyes and swore out loud.

"Fuck!" he yelled as his massaged his eyes. Genesis seemed pleased by Sephiroth's pain and smirked in content.

Tseng needed to regain control of his room and the situation.

"Everyone besides Sephiroth and Cloud, please leave at once!" he ordered.

"Trying to get that threesome going boss!" Reno jested on his way out, this time taking Rude with him.

Genesis mumbled something about Tseng being an incredibly rude slut, while Reeve was raving about the great material he'd filmed. Tseng slammed the door shut before he knelt by Cloud.

"Are you alright?"

Cloud nodded but he didn't look so good. Tseng helped him up and volunteered to walk him to his room. Tseng figured Cloud was just in shock from the over stimulating scene and they weight of the day was probably getting to him. Once he reached Cloud's grand suite, he offered to make him a meal but Cloud declined.

"Are you okay, Tseng? I mean, Rude and Sephiroth both kinda assaulted you."

"I am fine, Cloud," he replied.

The blond didn't seem convinced and Tseng smiled softly before he leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Cloud's forehead. The blond cadet didn't realize he'd been holding a breath until Tseng's withdrew.

"I am fine, trust me," he said, trying to reassure the boy he was rapidly growing more fond of. Cloud nodded firmly.

"I trust you, I just don't trust them," the blond remarked.

Tseng chuckled softly at that and Cloud realized he liked the man's laugh and wished he could hear it more often. Tseng ruffled the blonds' hair before he took his leave. Cloud found himself watching the Turk as he headed down the hall to his room and blushed once he realized he missed Tseng already. The man was quiet, but Cloud felt safe and warm around him. Tseng may have had a limited range of facial expressions and a clinical tone of voice, but he still resonated a warm feeling.

He didn't notice he was still peering down the hall in a dreamlike state until he heard Reno's loudmouth from down the hall.

"Hey jail bait! Why don't you take that wet dream you're having to the bedroom!"

Cloud furrowed his brows in anger before slamming the door, though still could hear Reno's drunken laughter.

At the Honey Bee Inn, Lazard stared up at his younger half-brother with murderous intent. Rufus stood over him with a look so pompous one would think he was some sort of deity.

Lazard wasn't normally violent, preferring verbal insult in his defense, but the moment he set eyes on Rufus, all he wanted to do was punch him in his face. The older blond gathered himself up and lunged at his brother, hell bent on having his perfectly white gloved first stained with his sibling's blood. Rufus smirked as the brother charged him. Lazard reared his fist back and stuck, only to have his attack easily deflected.

Rufus relished the stunned look on Lazard's face before he quickly punched him in the stomach in one swift, powerful motion.

He's strong, Lazard thought at the moment of impact. Surprisingly very strong…

The older brother gasped before he doubled over in pain. His vision blurred a bit as he knelt down to one knee.

"You should get used to being on your knees while you're here," Rufus said, adding fire to the flame.

Lazard was in pain, but he still managed to shoot a look of absolute resentment up at the other blond.

"You fucking asshole," the director spat.

Rufus flashed his perfect pearly whites and shrugged.

"Seriously, Lazard? You're from scum city and I still managed to immobilize you with one blow? How pitiful." The younger blond said in mocking jest. The older brother scowled at the comment.

"Sorry I'm not up to par with you physically, but I haven't been jacking daddy off with my right hand for eighteen years like you have. I'm pretty sure that's where your strength is attributed to. I bet you have impeccable jaw strength to little bro-."

Lazard was in excruciating pain before he could even complete the last word. Rufus had punched him twice in rapid succession in his gut, followed by a rather hard hit to the face. Lazard fell to the floor and grasped his waist in pain. It hurt, almost blindingly so, but it was worth it just to see his brother's pissed off expression. Lazard knew he wasn't a fighter, but when it came to shit-talking he was king.

"Fucking bitch," Rufus spat viciously.

He stepped over his brother's form on the floor and walked further into the honey bee inn. He walked up the stairs with an expression so grave the whores that lined the way turned away and gave him his space.

"Angeal!" The blond hollered. Though young, his voice was sharp and it boomed when he was pissed.

There was a mob of scantily clad boys practically clawing at a door who stopped their actions when they saw Rufus approaching. They moved out of his way and the enraged blond slammed his fist against the door.

"Get the fuck out here right now Angeal! I know you're hiding!"

He heard shuffling from inside before the door cracked open a bit.

"Are they gone?" Angeal asked anxiously.

"Who the fuck cares?"

"Well," the man cleared his throat, "They were naked and they wanted to…um."

Rufus growled enraged before he yanked the door open.

"Come out, Angeal. What kind of fucking pimp is afraid of his bitches?"

"I am not a pimp!" The man responded. It sounded so horrible.

Rufus rolled his eyes. "Well whatever you want to call yourself, this place is in fucking disarray. Get it together and control these hoes!"

The young blond then fixed his gaze on the crowd of barely dressed prostitutes. His blue eyes filled with rage and just a hint of madness.

"Well! Get your fucking dirty asses back to work!" he yelled. They scrambled and raced to go back to their respective rooms. Rufus smiled as they frantically tried to follow the given command.

"See Angeal. It's not so hard to round up these breeding chocobo," he said through a satisfied smirk.

"They are not animals, Sir," Angeal asserted firmly. The young blond chuckled at Angeal's words.

"Oh, really?" In a swift, fluid movement, Rufus grabbed a young male prostitute that was hurrying by. Angeal reflexively flinched when a young, dark haired male was snagged.

"Watch this," he said, trying to suppress the amusement in his tone. Rufus placed his hand on top of the young man's head and applied enough force so the prostitute knew he was to kneel. He did, and Rufus crossed his arms at the sight.

"On all fours, bitch," he ordered, to which the young man complied. Rufus then reached down to grabbed the youth's bottoms and yanked the down, exposing his private regions.

"What are you doing to him?" Angeal questioned heatedly. His normally calm temperament was being testing by this insane teenager. Rufus motioned for Angeal to be silent before he turned his attention back to the dark haired youth on his hands and knees.

"Stick your tongue out," the blond commanded. The prostitute did and Rufus chucked again.

"Now cross your eyes like you're getting your brains fucked out," he ordered.

The young man did so and Rufus couldn't suppress his laughter. Angeal was not amused…in the least. He looked down at the trembling young man and felt sorry for him for having to go through this. The young man was so embarrassed there were tears forming in his eyes as his cheeks turned red. Rufus continued to laugh.

"Now if that's not a breeding chocobo I don't know what is!" he joked.

Angeal glared at the young blond but decided he'd deal with him later.

"You can stop, please," Angeal said gently to the young man. He immediately closed his mouth and uncrossed his eyes. He yanked up his pants and stumbled to get to his feet. The kind hearted SOLDIER helped the man up and saw the dark haired lad was obviously close to crying.

"Thank you," the youth said in a low voice before he scurried off. Angeal watched him leave and felt an overwhelming sadness for him, but regards to Rufus, he'd never been so angry in his life at another individual, besides Genesis and Sephiroth.

"Ah, he'll get over it," the blond said. Angeal was about to give him a piece of his mind when the heard a strained sound come from behind him.

"Shouldn't you be heading home, little brother? Or is the fact that daddy can't face fuck you to sleep making you sad and lonely?"

Rufus hissed in rage as his brother limped up the stairs, using the railing for support. At the sight of his boss's injuries, Angeal rushed over and assisted him.

"Are you alright, Lazard? What happened to you?" Angeal asked as he assessed the man's black eye.

"Oh just a little brotherly love," he said sarcastically.

"You might as well get used to your eye hurting, what with all the cum that'll be shot into it," Rufus smirked, to which Lazard returned with one of his own.

"At least I don't chug daddy's wad down my throat as if it were fucking warm milk," he retorted.

"I am not fucking my dad you asshole!" he bellowed.

Angeal watched and listened in disgust as the blonds went back and forth; each insult seemingly more vulgar than the last. This had to be hell, he thought. Angeal didn't even think Genesis's potty mouth could even compete with the Shinra boys. When the comments went from cock sucking to literal shit eating insults, Angeal decided enough was enough.

"STOP IT! Just stop talking! Both of you!" he yelled, his voice deep, loud and threatening. Both blonds stopped their fighting mid insult.

"Leave, Rufus," Angeal said, using his authoritative SOLDIER voice. "You've both said enough filth to each other to last a lifetime."

Rufus made a sound of annoyance with is teeth and crossed his arms. He hated being told what to do but he supposed he'd digress this once. After all, his brother needed time to adjust to his new lifestyle. With that thought in mind, Rufus turned on his heels and started down the stairs.

"Perhaps next time I'll get better service as I was highly unsatisfied with my visit. That means the next time is free, right Angeal?"

"Sure Rufus, whatever." He'd say anything at this point if it meant Rufus would leave sooner.

"I'll be seeing you real soon then, brother."

The older blond sneered. "Incestuous slut."

Angeal sighed.

Thank you for reading. I feel like my English is bad, but writing helps! I think? pls, comment!