The Measure of a Man

Title - The Measure of a Man
Fandom – FFVII
Characters – Yazoo, Kadaj, Loz, Tseng, Reno, Rude, Rufus
Warnings this chapter – yaoi, swearing, angst, sex, violence, incest
Disclaimer – Don’t own the boys, just playing with them
Note – Story begins immediately after Advent Children

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Extra warning - All italic sections in the following chapter are Tseng remembering his past through his dreams. This chapter contains a fairly tame torture scene. While there is nothing sexual in these sections, some may find the material upsetting and disturbing due to it’s emotionally and physically abusive aspects.

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Chapter 11 – Reunited

After dinner, Rufus said goodnight to Yazoo and went back to wait for Tseng to wake up. He hadn’t told the youth about the head Turk’s breakdown, not knowing how to explain it and unsure if Tseng would want him to know. When Yazoo had asked where the Turk was, he’d told him that he was asleep and changed the subject. It made Rufus feel a little guilty to be keeping something so important from his lover, but he figured that it was up to Tseng to decide whether Yazoo would be told or not.

“Lover,” the blonde whispered to himself, smiling as he walked in his bedroom door and closed it behind him. It left him feeling somehow lighter, to know that he was more than just a replacement for Tseng to the middle brother. It also meant that they were one step closer to being together as a trio, something he already knew that Yazoo wanted too. The only person left to convince was the Turk.

Turning towards the bed, his smile disappeared as he watched the Wutain, the older man frowning and mumbling in his sleep. Even when unconscious, Tseng seemed haunted by his past and Rufus refused to let whatever had happened ruin their future together. Somehow, he had to find a way to help the Wutain get through this and realize that he and Yazoo could make him happy if he’d just give them a chance.

Rufus stripped off his clothes and climbed in beside his Turk, lying on his side to wait for the other man to wake up. Closing his eyes, he thought over everything that he’d learned and the questions he needed to ask.

***..***

“Tseng,” the cold voice called, making the youth’s muscles tense as he tried not to show his fear or pain. “You have been with us for just over two years now, but still you insist on being so difficult. I am beginning to wonder if everything we have done for you is a waste of time.”

“I am sorry, Sir. I did not mean to be disrespectful,” Tseng whispered, his body trembling from the aftershocks of the last three whip strikes.

“And yet you were. We understand that you try, but you need to try harder. You will learn self control, boy. Repeat to me what you will say to your parents in the exact words I told you.” His uncle walked around to stand in front of him, staring down at him with the same look of contempt. It didn’t matter what Tseng said or did, that look never changed. He’d always be worthless in these people’s eyes, an embarrassment, an anomaly that needed to be corrected.

“I…I accept…,”Tseng stuttered, his voice failing.

“Speak up, boy! Look at you shivering like a defenseless child. You hide behind that innocent face, pretending to be a victim, pretending to so fragile and in need of protection. We know the truth, though, don’t we Tseng?” his uncle taunted, circling him and cracking the whip. Tseng flinched at the sound, making the older man chuckle in amusement. “Now try again, boy. What have you learned?”

“I accept what happened… was my fault. I have used my body to… to cor… to corrupt…” Another strike of the whip across his back ended his failing words, replacing them with a yelp of pain that he couldn’t hold back. Tseng squeezed his eyes closed and controlled his body’s reactions, knowing the price that he would pay for tears.

“You have to be strong to fight your blackened soul, boy. Your body will continue to lure the weak willed and you have to learn to resist the temptations of the flesh. If a little discomfort and pain makes you fail, how can you possibly find the strength to fight the temptations of evil? Now, once again!” his uncle demanded, stopping behind him as Tseng breathed in deep to steady himself.

“I accept what happened was my fault. I used my body to corrupt my brother out of jealousy and spiritual weakness. I am strong now and I will defeat the darkness in my spirit. I will become a man you can be proud of,” Tseng managed to state without stuttering, the pain across his back becoming a point of focus that he clung to.

“Acceptable,” his uncle coldly whispered, walking back around to face the youth. “Now remember, Tseng. In one month your parents will be coming to visit. You will remember your lessons and stand tall and strong while you admit your sins to them. It will ease their suffering and show them that you are finally taking responsibility for the shame and dishonor that you have caused. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir. I will not fail,” Tseng responded flatly, meeting the older man’s eyes and holding his gaze. He could feel warm blood seeping out of the cuts on his back, the cold air numbing the pain a little as he clung to the ropes holding his arms above his head.

“We will see,” his uncle murmured, walking over to the door and opening it. “We are finished for today,” he called out to his wife. In walked the small woman, bowing to her husband as he exited the room. She immediately untied the ropes around his wrists, letting him fall to the floor as his legs finally gave out.

“Stand up,” she said softly. Tseng stumbled to his feet, straightening his back and keeping his eyes pointing down. “You are lucky to have an uncle who is so willing to do so much for you. It is up to you now, to show your parents that there is hope for you. Fail to do so and you will not find us so merciful.”

“I will not fail,” Tseng whispered to himself as he watched his aunty walk out and lock the door. Crawling onto his mattress, he stared at the rope still hanging from the roof, swearing that he would come out of this a better person. He would somehow prove to his parents that he was worthy of their love again, that he would never hurt them again with his weakness. “I will make you see that I have changed for the better, mother and father. You will see and you will take me home,” he whispered, staring into the darkness as his back throbbed.

***..***

Reno sat at the dinner table, waiting for Rude to finish saying goodnight to Loz. The earlier talk with his partner had been interrupted by Rufus, the President coming out the front door without either of them noticing and breaking the spell that had fallen over them.

Rude had been leaning towards him and the redhead was certain that his fellow Turk had been about to kiss him when Rufus had cleared his throat, making Rude pull back before he’d left Reno standing there. It had taken the redhead another five minutes to pull himself together enough to enter the building and when he had, the next hour had been spent with the remnants.

Rufus had suggested they be given something to read to break the boredom and by the time Reno got inside, Rude already had an armful of books from Rufus’ library. Both Turks spent what time they could with the brothers before leaving them to entertain themselves. Reno would of liked to stay with Kadaj longer but with Tseng due to wake up at any time, the President had ordered the remnants be left in their room where it was safer and the two Turks were on alert incase they were needed again.

Reno couldn’t help but keep going over the incident with Rude in his mind, trying to work out when exactly his feelings towards his partner had changed. He realized that he’d never thought of Rude in a sexual way until they’d gotten drunk with the remnants. Seeing Rude like that had changed everything. Closing his eyes, Reno thought back to that night, broken images of Rude caressing Loz’s body appearing in his mind. At the time he’d blamed his arousal on the alcohol and what Kadaj’s hands where doing but he had to admit, it wasn’t the truth. Just thinking about Rude slowly thrusting into Loz had the redhead hard, his own body wanting to take the eldest remnant’s place. From somewhere, deep in his mind, came an image of Rude and Loz taking turns at him and he moaned at the thought.

A hand on his shoulder made him jump, his eyes shooting open to find Rude standing next to him. “What are you thinking about?” the other Turk whispered, leaning close.

“I… um… nothing important,” Reno stuttered, his face blushing at being caught out. Rude grinned, his hand tightening on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Nothing important has gotten you this hard?” he murmured as his other hand reached down to squeeze Reno’s erection through his pants. The redhead flinched, opening his mouth to object only to have his words stopped by his partner’s kiss. Rude was gentle, but completely dominating and Reno found himself submitting to the other’s control without a second thought. He felt Rude’s strong arms wrap around him and lift him onto the dinner table as his own hands began roaming over his partner’s body.

“Rude,” the redhead whispered when their lips finally broke apart. “What… what about Loz?”

Rude smiled, his fingers pulling Reno’s hair free of its band and twisting through the red strands. “I told him that I was coming out here to kiss you and he was so excited that I nearly had to tie him up to make him stay in his room,” Rude answered. “Loz couldn’t be happier, Reno. Kadaj is happy about it too and even offered to keep his brother busy for us.”

“But… I… you don’t care about them doing things together?” Reno asked, frowning at his partner as he pulled his arms away to cross them over his chest. Everything was changing so fast, leaving the redhead scrambling to catch up in his mind. “I thought that… that we were supposed to make them stop doing stuff with each other. If we’re going to… do stuff then we have to let them as well, don’t we?”

Rude shrugged, one hand cupping the redhead’s face. “I don’t care if they have sex. Actually, I’d like to join them. Wouldn’t you?”

“Isn’t it wrong though? Aren’t we supposed to teach them what’s right?” Reno insisted. Rude sighed, his hand dropping away from the redhead’s face.

“Is being right so important to you?” his partner murmured, looking away. “Reno, we’re just Turks, not pillars of society or heroes. We do the dirty work, the things no one else wants to. Is being with Kadaj and Loz, letting them love each other as we love them, is it really so bad? We’re not harming anyone, we’re simply letting two people who love each other be together. I’m willing to share Loz, to give him whatever he wishes… are you willing to do that for Kadaj as well?”

Reno bit his lip, closing his eyes as he thought it over. He did want to make Kadaj happy and deep down he knew that Loz and Yazoo would always be a part of that happiness. Yazoo may be ready to break away sexually from his brothers and move on with Rufus and Tseng, but Kadaj and Loz were not. As much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, Rude was right. If Reno wanted to truly love Kadaj, he had to accept that Loz would have to be a part of the equation. The feisty little remnant would simply go behind his back otherwise and that would be the beginning of the end for them. Besides, his own feelings for Rude where getting so strong, he didn’t think he’d be able to resist them if he tried. Sighing, the redhead let his head drop to his chest in defeat. He felt Rude’s hands come around him, pulling him into a hug and he returned the embrace, taking comfort in the other Turks arms.

“Reno, you’re such a contradiction,” Rude whispered.

“What do ya mean?” the redhead mumbled, his face pressed against his partner’s chest.

“You’ll kill, torture and blow people up with no second thought but just because Kadaj and Loz are brothers, you feel guilty,” the other Turk muttered, chuckling to himself.

Reno pulled back to scowl up at his partner. “Well, I never said I didn’t have morals, even if they are a little fucked up.”

“Your fucked up morals are part of your charm,” Rude said before kissing him once again, chasing away his doubts in the warmth of his embrace.

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Tseng washed and dressed quickly, his back still a little stiff, but mostly healed from his punishment weeks before. Today was the day his parents would finally be coming to see him and he was filled with hope that they would take him back and forgive him for what he had done. His aunty and uncle hadn’t punished him in the last month, allowing his body to heal and his spirits to rise in anticipation. He was nervous but now he knew how to control his emotions, burying them, just as his uncle had taught him. His mask in place, he waited on his bed to be summoned.

Half an hour later, footsteps in the hall made him turn towards the door as it opened and his aunty looked over him critically. “They are ready to see you now,” she said, turning and heading back down the hall. Tseng rose and followed her, holding his calm façade perfectly while he chanted the speech he’d been taught, over and over in his head. He kept his eyes down as he entered the room, standing in the centre and waiting for permission to speak.

“Tseng, we are ready to hear what you have to say,” his uncle’s voice instructed and he took a deep breath before looking up.

His eyes met his father’s and stayed locked onto them as spoke. “I accept what happened was my fault. I used my body to corrupt my brother out of jealousy and spiritual weakness. I am strong now and I will defeat the darkness in my spirit. I will become a man you can be proud of,” he said, managing to keep his voice strong.

“So, finally you have admitted your guilt,” his father replied, eyes not showing the forgiveness Tseng had hoped for. He somehow managed to keep the disappointment from showing, still clinging onto the hope that he would be given a second chance.

“Yes, father. I understand now that it was my fault and would ask for your forgiveness,” he responded, still holding the other man’s gaze.

“Forgiveness?” his father repeated, looking away from him. “I told you that night that you were dead to us. While I am willing to once again accept you as alive in our eyes, I am not convinced that it will do any good to let you back into our lives.” Tseng saw his father’s gaze flick to one side and his own followed, coming to rest on his mother’s face. She wouldn’t even look at him, turning away which caused him to flinch, despite his attempts to stay stoic. When Tseng looked back to his father, he was looking over at someone to his left and the youth turned to see who else was there.

His eyes widened when they met those of his brother, his face full of concern but it was his eyes that effected Tseng the worst. They were full of regret and love, and Tseng felt his pulse quicken, all the feelings he’d buried deep suddenly rushing forward and making his chest ache and his head spin. He turned away, looking down at his feet before closing his eyes and trying to will his body to calm.

“Little brother?” that familiar, deep voice called to him, making him flinch and wrap his arms around his waist. Tseng was failing, after all this suffering to gain control, he was still failing. Nobody had warned him that his brother would be here and finally seeing him again after all this time had robbed him of the control he had fought so hard for.

“So the truth is revealed,” his father muttered. “You say one thing, but your reaction to your brother tells a different story. You have not changed at all, have you Tseng?”

He couldn’t take all their eyes on him, the disappointment and disgust so thick in the air, he could almost taste it. It was too much to bear so he turned and ran, ignoring his brother calling his name as he ran into his room and threw himself down on his bed. He had failed, in front of all of them, he had failed.

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Yazoo couldn’t concentrate on the book before him, laying it in his lap and looking over at his brothers. Loz was listening intently to Kadaj who was reading from another book while lying in his arms. Suddenly the youngest brother stopped, looking up at Yazoo and raising an eyebrow in question.

“What is troubling you, Yazoo? I thought you’d be happy after Rufus’ visit,” Kadaj asked as he sat up, Loz looking over as well.

“It’s just that he… Rufus is lying to me about Tseng and I don’t know why,” Yazoo explained. “He said Tseng was just sleeping, but I could tell he wasn’t being truthful by the way he wouldn’t look me in the eye. Besides, if it was true, we wouldn’t be locked in here and Reno and Rude wouldn’t be so nervous. I’m worried.”

Kadaj tilted his head to the side, thinking over what his brother had said. “You have a point, brother. Something is going on with Tseng, but there’s nothing we can do about it. Obviously, it’s something that Rufus and the Turks want to handle on their own.”

“Hnn,” Yazoo hummed, nodding his head in agreement.

“Come over here and lay with us, Yaz,” Loz said, reaching out. Yazoo stood and walked over, taking Loz’s hand and settling in on one side of the eldest, while Kadaj moved to lie down on the other side. “I’m sure Rufus, Rude and Reno will work it all out. They care for Tseng and won’t let anything happen to him.”

“I know, Loz. I just wish that Rufus had trusted me enough to tell me what was wrong,” Yazoo murmured, closing his eyes and snuggling up to his brother.

“He will trust you in time. Rufus does love you. It’s clear in his eyes when he looks at you,” Kadaj insisted. Yazoo felt the youngest hand in his hair and he breathed in deep, letting his brother’s caress calm him. “You’ll see, Yazoo. Soon, the three of you will be together as one. You just have to be a little more patient.” The middle brother smiled at the words, realizing how ironic it was that Kadaj was lecturing him on patience.

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Tseng had drifted off to sleep, worn out from the emotional turmoil. He slept fitfully, nightmares and exhaustion leaving him lost somewhere between asleep and awake. Tseng frowned as strong arms wrapped around him and he breathed in the scent of his brother. Of all the nightmares, this one was the cruelest. He wriggled, trying to push the memory away.

“Tseng, please don’t push me away,” his brother whispered sadly. “Please forgive me and don’t hate me. I… I don’t think I could take it if you hated me.”

“Brother?” Tseng mumbled, his body stilling as he opened his eyes to look up into his brother’s face. “Is this a dream?”

“No, little one. I am here because I had to see you. I… snuck in here and found you asleep and I had to hold you again,” he said, pulling Tseng against his chest. “I should have come earlier. I should of saved you from… from all this. It’s not your fault, none of this is. If anybody is to blame, it is me.”

“But brother, it is my fault. Don’t you realize that it was I who seduced you and tainted you with my darkness?” Tseng explained, pulling back. “You should not be here. I am not in control and I’m afraid I will cause you more harm.”

“Don’t say that! You never seduced or tainted me. I love you and you’ve only ever brought me happiness and contentment,” his brother pleaded. “These past years without you have been unbearable. I’ve missed you so much and… and all I want is to be with you again. That’s why I came here; to save you and take you away. We can go together across the sea, far away from mother and father. Don’t you see that we can finally be together, free of their hate?”

“But brother, aren’t you married now? You are the next leader of our household and are responsible for continuing our line. If you were to leave with me, it would bring shame upon our family… they would be forever outcast and what would happen to your wife?” Tseng argued, looking up into his brother’s eyes. He wanted so much to say yes, to run away forever and lose himself in the darkness of his love for his sibling, but he had learnt how wrong that was now, how he had to fight those feelings that would destroy them all.

“I don’t care about our fucking family, Tseng! The only one I care about is you!” his brother hissed. “By the Gods, what have they done to you? To make you say such things and believe that this is your fault… I should have never let them take you. I should have fought harder to keep you by my side. I’m so sorry, Tseng. I was a coward and because of it, you have suffered so much.” Tseng watched as tears began to fall down his brother’s face, his hand coming up to wipe them away.

“But… but I’m just hurting you, even now,” Tseng whispered.

“What’s hurting me is you blaming yourself for this. Tseng, our love is not evil… it can’t be when everything only feels right with you in my arms,” his brother insisted.

“But uncle said… I mean, everyone else thinks it’s wrong. How can it be right? We are brothers and even the gods say that what we did was evil, just a temptation of the flesh and a weakness of the soul,” Tseng mumbled, climbing off the bed and backing away from his brother.

“Uncle is wrong, mother and father are wrong. I don’t care what the gods say, I only care about what I feel in my heart,” his brother whispered, looking up at him. Those eyes that he’d almost forgotten locked onto his and Tseng couldn’t look away, even though he felt like he was drowning. “Tseng, if you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me, I will leave and never bother you again.”

Tseng opened his mouth, but the lie refused to be spoken. He loved his brother, but he also knew his love would be the end of them all. Tseng refused to be the reason for the downfall of the man before him. He ducked his head, shame filling him as his brother stood and walked towards him, arms wrapping around him and holding him tight. It felt so right, the warmth, even the smell making his body react instantly. This would never end until he ended it. Without the ability to reject his brother, there was only one way to save him.

“Then you’ll come with me?” his brother asked, the hope in his eyes tearing Tseng’s heart in two.

“Yes, brother. I’ll come with you,” Tseng replied. “First, I need to gather some things.” His brother released him, smiling so brightly, Tseng had to look away.

“Hurry, little one. I have a bag here with money and supplies. I also have tickets on an airship leaving in the morning for Midgar. It’s a huge city and they’ll never find us there. I paid off the guards and unlocked the back door, so all we have to do is walk out of here and we’re free,” his brother rambled excitedly, going to the door and looking out of it as Tseng went to the cupboard in the corner and opened the little box full of tranquilizers. His uncle had used them on him many times, Tseng never understood what for, but he knew that the effect was immediate. He prepared the syringe, his whole body becoming numb as he steeled himself. For his brother, to save him from all of this, Tseng would be strong.

Holding the syringe behind his back, he walked towards his brother, the older man immediately turning and smiling down at him. “I love you, Tseng. Together we will find the happiness that has been denied us so long,” he whispered, taking the youth in his arms once more.

“I do love you brother,” Tseng whispered. “More than I can find words to describe. Please remember that, no matter what happens, I will always love you.” Tseng raised the syringe behind his brother’s back, tears falling as he brought it up to his brother’s neck, his other hand holding on tightly around the older man’s waist as he injected its contents quickly.

“Owe, what was that?” his brother exclaimed, pulling back and causing Tseng to drop the syringe. “What… what is the syringe… what…,” he stuttered, stumbling towards the bed. Tseng’s tears wouldn’t stop, the pain unbearable as he watched his brother face contort into shock and fear. “But you said… you said…”

“I love you enough to know you will never be free of me. I will go… and never return… and then you can… have the life you always deserved…free of my taint… free of me. Be strong brother… make everyone proud,” Tseng sobbed, backing towards the open door.

“But…no… don’t do this! Please… don’t leave…Tseng,” his brother begged, fighting the effects of the drugs. He tried to stand up and fell to the floor and Tseng couldn’t stand to see anymore, grabbing the bag his brother had brought with him and leaving the room. He snuck quietly through the halls, finding the back door open, as his brother had promised and sneaking out and into the night. It was the only way to make things right, to save his brother from himself.

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Tseng awoke calling out for his brother, his face wet with tears as the memories taunted him mercilessly. He felt arms encircle him, pulling his face against a bare chest as whispers of comfort broke through the haze of his dreams.

“It’s alright, I’m here, Tseng,” Rufus crooned, the younger man’s voice full of concern as he rocked the Wutain against his chest. Tseng couldn’t stop the tears, sobbing uncontrollably as the President continued to comfort and hold him. All he could do was cling to the blonde and let the tears flow.

Some time later, his tears ebbed away but he still clung to the blonde, afraid to let go of the one he loved, even if Rufus didn’t return his feelings. The President’s hand was softly caressing his hair, the touch reminding him of the way his brother used to calm him and the memory stung, making him hold Rufus even tighter. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled into the other man’s chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Rufus whispered, kissing the top of his head. “I want to be here for you and I want you to know that I love you, no matter what happens.”

Tseng’s breath caught and he pulled back to look up into the blonde’s eyes. “You… you love me?” he said, his disbelief clear.

“Yes, I love you, Tseng. More than I care to admit,” Rufus murmured, smiling as his hand moved from the Wutain’s hair to cup his cheek. “Even after you threatened to fuck me with my own gun.”

Tseng paled as he remembered what he’d done to Rufus, holding him down and humiliating him because he thought the President didn’t love him, thought the blonde only loved Yazoo. “Gods, I’m so sorry, Rufus. I thought… I mean…”

“I already told you, no apologies. Besides, I… well, I have to admit that I liked it,” Rufus said, blushing as he looked away. Tseng just stared, his mind trying to come to terms with the blonde’s words. Rufus looked back towards him and smiled, still blushing. “Okay, so I’m a pervert. Should have known that myself, but there you go. You’re still managing to teach me things, all these years later.”

The Turk still couldn’t find any words, just lying halfway on top of the blonde as he continued to stare. Rufus loved him, even after he’d humiliated him and said so many cruel things to him. Somehow the blonde still loved him.

“Tseng, please say something and stop staring at me. I’m starting to worry,” Rufus whispered, his hand dropping away from the Wutain’s face. “Is it that you don’t want me now? Because that’s okay too. If… if you don’t want me, I’ll still be here for you. That’s if you want me to be… I mean… shit,” the President muttered nervously, biting his bottom lip.

“I want you and I love you, Rufus,” Tseng said huskily, grabbing the blonde’s face and kissing him gently as he climbed up over him. Rufus moaned into his mouth, his arms clinging to the Wutain desperately. Tseng pulled back enough to look into the President’s blue eyes, finding his smile as his heart swelled in his chest. “I love you, Rufus and I am sorry for treating you so badly. I will never hurt you again.”

Rufus smiled back, a real smile full of happiness that made Tseng’s heart miss a beat. It had been so long since he’d seen the youth smile like that. “Will you hurt me again if I ask you to?” the blonde asked, his smile turning devious as his hand crept down to squeeze the Wutain’s half hard erection.

“You really are a pervert, aren’t you?” Tseng answered, his own smile growing darker as Rufus released his cock. “Luckily for you, I like that in a man.” He leant in to suck up a mark on the blonde’s neck, just beneath his ear, and the younger man groaned and pushed his hips up into the Wutain’s.

“Gods, Tseng. Don’t stop… please don’t stop,” Rufus whimpered, writhing beneath him. “I want you so much; want you to take me.”

Tseng growled at his words, moving up to capture his lips again. The blonde opened his mouth to him immediately, sucking on the Wutain’s tongue and spreading his legs apart as his arms circled Tseng’s neck. The Wutain was already so hard, the President’s words going straight to his cock and making him want to take the willing body beneath him immediately. He pulled back once more, breathing in deep to restrain himself. He would not hurt Rufus again and he was determined to show him how much he loved him this time.

Tseng leant in to kiss him gently this time, their lips barely touching as he ghosted kisses over them. The blonde began whimpering, trying to pull closer to get more contact and the Wutain smiled at his enthusiasm before moving his lip’s caresses down the younger man’s jaw. Rufus’ hands where moving again, roving over his bare skin as if the blonde couldn’t get enough of the feel of him. One hand came to rest in the Wutain’s hair, threading through the strands and fisting as Tseng moved down and began gently tormenting one of Rufus’ nipples.

“Tseng!” the President hissed, arching up beneath him. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.”

“Patience, Rufus,” Tseng purred, moving down to kiss the blonde’s stomach, loving the way the muscles trembled beneath his lips.

Rufus whimpered again and the Wutain looked down at the blonde’s cock, already dripping as it twitched between them. Tseng laid kisses down towards it, moving to the side at the last minute to lick lightly over one hip as Rufus cursed in frustration. Taking pity on his lover, the Turk moved to the blonde’s cock, sucking on the end as his tongue flicked over the top. Rufus was panting; the hand in Tseng’s hair fisting and pulling hard but it only spurred the Wutain on. His own hands held down the blonde’s hips, to keep him still as he continued down the shaft until his nose was resting against blonde curls.

“Holy fucking Hyne,” Rufus whimpered, his other hand joining the first in Tseng’s hair as the Turk began to move, slipping his lips back to the end before sucking the whole length back into his throat once more. “Tseng… gods, please…,” the blonde muttered, his back arching. “Keep doing that… and I’m gonna come.” The Wutain hummed, ignoring the President as he sped up his movements, loving the response he was getting from Rufus.

Tseng glanced up to find Rufus resting up on his elbows, watching him through half closed eyes and continuing to moan. He released the younger man’s hips and stilled his movements, reaching his hand up to trace the blonde’s lips. Rufus took his fingers into his mouth eagerly, sucking on them as he began to move his hips, pushing his own cock in and out of Tseng’s mouth. The Wutain pulled his fingers free, his own erection demanding he hurry things up as it throbbed for attention.

“Tseng… you look so good on my cock… gods… I’m already so close,” Rufus whimpered, his hips increasing their pace as Tseng rubbed over his entrance with two wet fingers, finally slipping one inside and pushing in up to the second knuckle. The blonde pushed back against it before hissing and jerking forward into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Rufus moaned, his hips erratically thrusting back and fourth as he lost control and came, the warm liquid swallowed down eagerly by his Turk lover. He finally collapsed bonelessly back onto the bed, breathing hard and whispering the Wutain’s name as Tseng continued to suckle on the end of his cock.

TBC

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Faoiltierna -

*Tseng snuggles into your arms* Sorry if Rude and Reno gross you out! LOL! There's another bit about them in this chapter too and more coming up later but it will be in its own section so please do skip over it if it's not to your taste. I'm actually having some trouble writing those two as they are very brotherly... which is pretty funny concidering I'm writing Kadaj and Loz and Yazoo without any problem! LOL! Glad you liked Rufus and Yazoo's little love in! Thanks for your review!! *hugs*

Kira -

Hey Kira! OMG, you write The Road with Reno too!!! I love that story aswell!!! Shit, I have to start paying more attention to the authors names when I read stories. I'm not a big reviewer but I do love the rating button. The Road needs more rating love so I shall hit that button like Kadaj in a room with a naked Reno! I'm so curious about your story The Road. The little boy that Reno just took in, is his older brother someone we know? Cause I have all these ideas of who it might be... but I may be wrong because my imagination gets away on me alot! LOL! Shit, I should of really put that in a review to your story, not here, but oh well... I am hopeless. Tseng gets some love in this chapter and Rufus will be there for him for now (I love rufus and Tseng cuddle time! lol) Yes, I am terribly obsessed with Tseng... which is why I torture him mercilessly in this fic. Bad me... lol. His brother's fate will be revealed soon!! Keeping it zipped for now though.... well trying to. More Rude and Reno happiness in this chapter and upcoming ones too! Glad you liked their time together. I'm going much better this week, getting my shit together for once! *hugs* Thanks, as always, for your great reviews and support!

Soyna -

Thanks for your review, Soyna! Tseng gets some cuddles this chapter with lots more to come. Rufus is never letting go now that he's got him and Yazoo is dying to give him some too. Glad you're still reading with us!!

THANKS TO ALL WHO READ AND RATE ASWELL!!!

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