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, smut-GRAPHIC!

A/N:This was supposed to be posted awhile ago but surprise group project! Karrots used introvert! It's not very effective : (

When Sephiroth returned to the condo that evening, he came across two interesting sights. As he was entering the building, Lazard and Angeal were exiting. The silver haired man smirked at them and was about to make a remark until Lazard suddenly fixed him a borderline psychotic look.

"If you make a single snide remark about where the fuck I'm going, I will personally ask Hojo to let me become his next experiment just so I can fucking rape you with my mutated cock!"

Sephiroth was used to Lazard's foul mouth, but the aggression behind it made him shut up and leave the man alone. Angeal gave Sephiroth an apologetic look as they parted.

"He's just been really, um…stressed," Angeal empathized. "Rufus said if he didn't take a customer tonight he would punish him."

"I see." He watched as Lazard walked to their ride with this fists clenched, the man was practically shaking with rage.

"I have to go," Angeal said with a sigh. As he started to walk in the direction of the car, he stopped, then turned to Sephiroth.

"Wha-," the silver haired man began, only to cut off by a hard, swift punch to the gut. Sephiroth felt his breath escape him as the pain exploded. Angeal had a displeased look on his face before he continued to walk off.

"That was for Genesis," he said firmly. "What you did was dishonorable and shameful."

"He fucking enjoyed it! That little bitch!" he spat.

Angeal shook his head at the man before he got in the car. Sephiroth watched in contempt as their vehicle drove off.

"Damn hicks," he said as he walked to the building holding his stomach. The pain would subside soon, but Angeal had given it all he had in that punch. He had wanted Sephiroth to feel it for a while.

The doorman, who was more than eager to great the great general, opened the door for him and said something jovial that Sephiroth tuned out. He headed for the elevators with a scowl on his face. He hated being reprimanded by that man. The doors opened and he stepped in, the look on his face stating he didn't want to be bothered. The residents who were waiting to go up decided to wait for the next one.

As the doors were closing, he heard someone yell.

"Hey wait for me, yo!"

Sephiroth immediately recognized that voice and started to frantically hit the close button. He thought he was saved when the doors were almost sealed, but something was keeping the door from closing. He looked down to see crutch stuck between the doors. When they opened, the red haired menace presented himself as the second strange sight of the day.

Reno walked in on his crutches and stood beside the general.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked, not out of concern but curiosity. If he remembered correctly Reno was teaching a kindergarten class? How was he so brutally damaged?

The doors closed and they started to ascend up.

"Well, the head teacher and I had a conflict and long story short, the bitch threw me out of a fucking window," he said causally, as if this were a typical occurrence.

"The kindergarten teacher?" he asked confused.

"Yup, turns out she's an ex-SOLDIER who happens to dislike redheads."

"Something tells me it's not your hair color she dislikes," he stated.

The elevator stopped and Sephiroth typed in the key code to unlock the door to their massive condo. He watched as Reno hobbled out before him. He made a pitiful sight as he made his way over to the living area. He sat down carefully on the sofa and set his crutches aside.

"Hey," the Turk called out. Sephiroth wanted to pretend he didn't hear him, but he decided to be cordial.

"What?" he said evenly.

"Can you get me some water? I'm thirsty," he pouted.

"Get your own fucking water! What am I a servant?" he replied viciously.

"I'm fucking handicapped right now just help me out!" Reno yelled.

Sephiroth grumbled as he looked at the pathetic Turk. Reno's face was black and blue. His lip was split and he had severe swelling on one side of his face.

"P-wease!" Reno pouted. Sephiroth swore as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

"Here," he said as he handed the cup to the Turk.

"Is this tap water?" he asked, seemingly disgusted. "I wanted bottled water."

"You'll drink whatever I give to you bitch!" Sephiroth yelled, but stopped once Reno started coughing profusely.

Once again the man swore and grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator. He marched over to the injured man and handed it to him.

"Here, bottled water," he offered. Reno shook his head.

"Can you put it in the glass?" he whined.

Sephiroth patience and pity for the Turk was wearing thin.

"Just fucking drink it!" he ordered. Reno shook his head and pouted.

"But I want it in a glass! Please, Seph I'm really hurting," he pleaded.

The general snarled but did as was requested. He poured the water into a glass and even for good measure, put a few ice cubes in it.

"This is the last time I do something like this for you, wretched Turk," he spat as he shoved the glass into Reno's hand.

The Turk took a sip, then frowned.

"It tastes funny. You think you can go to the store and get me a different brand?"

In a rage, Sephiroth grabbed the glass and threw it with all his might at the window, shattering it with shear force and speed. The window glass, which was very thick, fell down in dangerous heaps down below. Screams could be heard.

"Fucking ungrateful Turk!" Sephiroth bellowed.

"What the hell is going on?" Genesis shouted as he stomped down the stairs. He gasped once he took in the scene.

"What the fuck happened the gaia-damned window?"

He crossed the living room to where the large, square shaped hole was. He poked his head out to see that the glass chunks had damaged cars and other property, but it didn't look like anyone had gotten hurt.

Genesis fixed his glare on Sephiroth.

"First you force yourself on me this morning, and now you've broken a piece of the fucking wall? When will you stop ruining everything!" he said dramatically.

"First off, those two are not related in the slightest. And second, it's his fucking fault!" Sephiroth yelled as he pointed to Reno.

"How is this my fault? I just asked for simple cup of water! You're the one that broke it!"

Sephiroth roughly grabbed the Turk by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up.

"I should have tossed you out the fucking window!" He said as he shook him.

The condo elevator doors opened and everyone froze. The odds of it being Rufus were slim but…

"Hey guys! I'm finally here!" Palmer greeted.

The round, tan suited executive walked in with a wide smile that faded once he saw what was happening. He gulped nervously, then stepped back into the elevator.

"Nope."

He hit the down button and was gone as soon as he'd come.

"Oh my god," Genesis said breaking the silence. "How the hell are we gonna fix this?"

"Fix it?" Sephiroth replied. "We'll put some plastic over it and duct tape it down. Problem solved."

"Are you serious? This window was about ten feet high and twenty feet long! We can't just duct tape some shitty plastic sheet over it! We need to call maintenance or something!"

Sephiroth shook his head. "No we'll just…"

The condo elevator doors were opening again and this time it was a pair of Turks that had come through. Reno looked relieved once he saw Tseng.

"Bossman, help me! Sephiroth wants to throw me through a window! Again! And look, I'm hurt. Help me," he pleaded.

Tseng didn't even respond to Reno or the situation. Instead, he ran upstairs with his head down and slammed the door shut.

Rude sighed and walked over to where Reno was. Without saying a word, he grabbed his comrade and flung him over his shoulder.

Sephiroth couldn't protest due to the odd, intense air that was looming around Rude. The big man grabbed Reno's crutches and started walking up the stairs. He paused once to look down at the damage and shook his head as he carried on.

Sephiroth and Genesis looked on with confusion.

"Yo, you okay?" Reno asked as Rude placed him on his bright orange bed.

"Not in the least," he said lowly.

"Well, what happened?" Reno asked curiously.

Rude sighed and looked into his partner's blue-green eyes. He debated telling him exactly what had occurred just a few hours ago. It made him sick just thinking about what he'd done. He closed his eyes and was struck with a vision of his boss on his knees before him. Tseng had looked afraid and nervous, expressions Rude had never seen on the man's face. His dark eyes had stared up at him with confusion, silently pleading for this to stop. And it only worsened when Rufus got involved.

"I'll tell you later," he said with a sigh. He was tired and mentally exhausted.

Reno made a face of disappointment, but didn't press the issue.

"Fine," he pouted. The redhead scooted back into the bed and wrapped the blankets around him.

Rude scanned Reno's damaged form and wondered how the hell he managed to get hurt so badly in a kindergarten classroom. Only Reno, he thought.

He left the other Turk to rest and went to his own room. The first thing he wanted to do was take a shower. He quickly shed his clothes at the bathroom door and hopped in. As soon as the warm water hit his skin, he started to feel a bit better as the daily grime washed off. Though he had been cleaned after the shoot, he still felt dirty. He idly wondered if Tseng was doing the same. Did he feel unclean after what he did?

As the water ran over him, he couldn't help but think back to what happened. After Rufus had showed up, he ordered Tseng to his knees before Rude. Tseng was conflicted, but eventually complied with Rufus's orders. Rufus then demanded Tseng to use his hands to service Rude. He remembered the look of abject fear when Tseng's hand touched him over his pants. The dark haired man started to rub the area tentatively, but Rude couldn't get hard and after several minutes, Rufus was frustrated. The blond had then demanded that Tseng service Rude with his mouth. Tseng had protested adamantly, but in the end Rufus's threats to fire him held strong and the Turk had to submit.

Rude recalled the moment when he unzipped his pants and Tseng's eyes went wide in horror when he pulled it out. He was just about to pass out when Rufus suddenly forced his head forward, slamming his face into Rude's crotch. The blond had wild eyes as he squeezed Tseng's jaw roughly and guided his lips to Rude's cock. When his lips wrapped around the head of his shaft, Rude had released a soft groan. Rufus was shouting, screaming commands beside Tseng. When Turk didn't react, Rufus grabbed a fistful of dark, inky hair and yanked his head forward, forcing him to take most of his length in one motion.

Although the water was growing cold, it still didn't seem to cool him down as more visuals of Tseng on his knees assaulted him. The head Turk's throat had constricted so tightly around his length he couldn't stifle the deep moan that followed. He had gotten hard almost immediately and as his sex started to enlarge, he watched in fascination and horror as Tseng's lips stretched around him. The dark haired Turk tried to separate himself, but Rufus held him firm. Rude could feel the man choking around his sex, trying to reject the large thing lodged in his mouth.

It was only when Tseng started to wretch did Rufus pull his head back to give the man some air. Tseng only had a few seconds to breathe before Rufus forced him to take Rude's length again. He yanked his head back and forth ruthlessly. Rude didn't want it to feel good, but it was almost mind-blowing how wonderful it felt. He kept his head up for the most part, avoiding eye contact with his boss. He didn't want to embarrass Tseng any more than he already was.

Of course being the monster Rufus Shinra was, he kept whispering graphic things into Tseng's ear, making the man blush at the indignity. Suddenly, Rufus shoved Tseng's head so hard he engulfed almost Rude's entire length. Rude couldn't believe it, as no one had ever been able to take him all in, he was just too big. He looked down and immediately regretted it. Tseng's lips were stretched to their limit around him. His mouth and chin were covered in saliva. He had tears streaming from his eyes which had rolled back into his head. Rude thought it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen and he immediately came at the sight.

He watched in bewilderment as he released into his boss's mouth. Rufus released Tseng's hair from his death grip and Rude pulled out. Tseng had cum streaming from his lips and Rufus starting laughing. He called Tseng a few vulgar names in jest and patted Rude on the back. The big Turk just stood there, looking down at his boss who he had just violated. He had wanted to say sorry and beg for forgiveness, when Tseng suddenly held up his hand, silencing him.

As freezing cold water now washed over him, he thought it appropriate as he remembered Tseng's icy expression as he looked at him. The Turk usually only reserved that look for his enemies, but today that look was for Rude. His cruel expression didn't let up, even when Rufus said that Tseng would have to do it again to get Rude ready for the shoot. The second time around, Rufus didn't force Tseng, he just watched with a wicked look on his face.

It was the most terrifying and strangely erotic blow job he'd even received. Tseng was still inexperienced, but he learned fast. He took as much of Rude as he could and started to bob his head up and down. His dark eyes never left Rude's, which were covered by dark shades. Tseng was furious, and his icy expression never changed as he serviced Rude. Once he was hard again, Tseng released his cock and fixed him a glare that Rude knew from experience meant he was fucked. He left the room in a hurry, leaving Rufus and Tseng behind.

Rude stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly. He changed into a white guinea tee and dark sweat pants before he went to bed. His stomach rumbled, but he couldn't risk seeing Tseng at dinner time. Instead, he closed his eyes and went to bed early.

Unfortunately, Tseng could not sleep that night. His mind was constantly bombarded with the events of the day. He could still feel Rude in his mouth. The sensation of his thick penis pumping so much cum into him he couldn't breathe. He was angry, very angry. He knew he shouldn't be upset with Rude since this was all Rufus's fault, but he couldn't help it.

He tossed and turned for what seemed to be the fiftieth time that night. He grumbled and kicked the covers off of him before he sat up. Sleep clearly wasn't an option at the moment so he got up and decided to make some tea. He would have used the kitchenette in his room, but he didn't want to wake Sephiroth. The Turk put on his slippers and headed downstairs to the main kitchen.

He started to boil some water in the kettle and leaned against the counter as he waited for it grow hot. Light, but noticeable footsteps came from the stairs and Tseng looked up to see who it was. He felt relieved when the familiar spiky blond haired youth came into view.

"Cloud," he said, the name bringing a soft smile to his lips.

The cadet beamed when he saw Tseng and bounded over to him.

"Hey, Tseng," he said lowly.

The Turk uncrossed his arms and reached out for him. He normally wasn't so affectionate but after today, he needed a bit of comfort. Cloud was really the only sane person here, and he felt light and blissful whenever Cloud was around. He pulled him into his embrace and Cloud blushed at how very close he was to the man. Tseng took a deep breath and felt the tension from his shoulders loosen.

"I am glad you're here," he said softly before he released the blond. Cloud tried to gather his bearings and ran his hand though his blond spikes in an awkward stance.

"What are you doing up so late?" Tseng asked.

"I was just getting a snack," he admitted.

The dark Turk smiled. "You shouldn't eat so late."

Cloud scratched his head. "I know, but I was craving something sweet."

The cadet opened the fridge and pulled out a gallon of vanilla ice cream.

"So much?" Tseng said concerned.

Cloud grabbed a spoon, lifted the top and started scooping ice cream into his mouth.

"It's good stuff," he said as he eagerly consumed another spoonful.

"I'll stick to my tea," he said as he turned off the steaming pot and poured the hot water over his green tea bag.

"You know, they make green tea ice cream. I think its gross, but you might like it," Cloud said.

Tseng smiled before he took a sip of his tea. It was good, and he felt like it was cleansing his body of Rude's fluids. He cringed at the thought and drank more. He watched Cloud from behind his cup as the young blond shoveled more ice cream into his mouth. He really was putting a dent in it and Tseng worried about his health. Cloud was really slim, but that didn't mean he was necessarily healthy. He watched as more ice cream made its way between Cloud's lips. He licked the spoon, eagerly lapping up at remainders before going in for more. He thought it was…odd, how he was watching the boy enjoy the sweet treat. Something about it was strangely engaging how he coiled his pink tongue around the spoonful of vanilla.

He hadn't realized he wasn't drinking his tea anymore, just staring. Cloud seemed to have noticed and smiled.

"You want some?" he asked.

Tseng was pulled from his trance when he realized the youth was speaking to him.

"I suppose," he said, though he wasn't sure why he said yes.

He placed his cup down and made his way over to Cloud who had just consumed another bite. He handed Tseng the spoon but the Turk didn't take it immediately. Instead he watched as Cloud licked his lips to get any of the remaining ice cream off his lips. Tseng didn't know what compelled him to, but he placed his hand behind Cloud's head and leaned down to capture his cold lips. His mouth was sweet, and not just because of the ice cream. Cloud froze, stunned at what was happening. Tseng was kissing him. Him!

The Turk didn't let Cloud's unresponsiveness faze him. Something had ignited within him and he felt that only Cloud's icy cold lips could sate that fire. He slipped his tongue into the blonde's mouth and heard Cloud whimper. He was staring to respond. The cadet's lithe arms wrapped around Tseng's neck and he opened his mouth wider.

Tseng was acting on instinct, and felt the urge to lift the boy up. He slipped his hands underneath his slim thighs and raised his legs up effortlessly. Cloud moaned softly into his mouth and Tseng mentally swore at how delicious it sounded. In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be doing this but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Cloud tasted too good. His sweet taste was taking out Rude's and he found himself kissing the youth more desperately because of it. Cloud was overwhelmed, but he kept up with Tseng. He laced his fingers into Tseng's dark, silky locks and the Turk moaned.

They eventually pulled apart to breathe and Tseng stared into enticing blue eyes. Cloud was flushed and breathing heavily, the scent of vanilla still on his breath.

"I've…never done this…with a man," Cloud said between breaths. Tseng was about to say the same when he realized he didn't want Cloud to know he was just as inexperienced. He had no idea what he was doing and was really only going by instinct. He didn't want to stop kissing Cloud, but what if they kept going? Tseng knew how men had sex but that didn't mean he knew how. As logic started to come back, he placed Cloud down and released him. The blond looked confused.

Tseng cleared his throat. "I think…we should slow down."

"Oh," Cloud said, sounding disappointed.

Tseng ran his fingers through soft blond spikes and smiled.

"I think it's time we both went to bed," he said.

"Together?" Cloud asked eagerly.

"Separately," he said. Cloud frowned but nodded his head. He put the ice cream back into the fridge and sighed. He was so close to losing his virginity. He had always figured his first time would be with his childhood friend, but now he had another prospect. He glanced over at the Turk and smirked. Tseng was absolutely gorgeous. He was a perfect gentleman and he genuinely cared for him. The blond liked Tseng, and now he knew he wanted him.

After Tseng cleaned the mess he made, he gestured for Cloud to follow him up stairs. The cadet would have found the action more alluring if he and Tseng were going to the same bed. Tseng walked Cloud to his room and the blond invited him to come in for just a second. The Turk flicked the blond on the nose playfully, then kissed him goodnight. Cloud reluctantly said goodbye and closed the door.

Tseng went back to his room and shut the door. He leaned against it as what he just did was really settling in. He had kissed Cloud and was willing to go all the way with him in that moment. He had been willing to disregard his countermeasure for his own pleasure. The stress was coming back full force and he went to lie in his bed. On the plus side, he wasn't mad at Rude anymore. If anything he completely understood his actions.

After a few minutes, Tseng was about to drift off when his cell phone started to vibrate. He grumbled at the disturbance, but reached out for it.

He had received a message from Reeve, which he thought very unusual. He flipped the phone open and read the text, his expression slowly contorting into distress.

"Thanks for the great footage. I'll title it ice cream delight," it read, followed by a winking emoticon.

Tseng closed the phone and let it slip from his hand. He covered his head with a pillow and started to yell the vilest profanities known in his native tongue.

Poor Tseng...he really can't catch a break.

Maybe his "dinner" with Sephiroth will cheer him up?

Thankies!