Tease - COMPLETE

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Warning:



A Zack and Cloud and possibly others (not telling yet ) fic… yaoi…

The start of a Saturday night…a fashion filled chapter…hot men in hot clothes…damn it; I am such a pathetic fangirl…

Reno POV, Zack POV, a little bit of Sephiroth POV, more Reno’s POV and more Zack’s POV…hopefully it is not to jumpy.



Authors Note:



I plan on having a lot of fun with this fic and bringing in some others into the mix. You can probably guess who they are by now…now it is just how will it all come together.

Also, made some changes in the previous chapters; minor grammar and such, but fixed none the less.



Disclaimer:



Don’t own, just using for my own amusement





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CLOTHING





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Reno grinned as he admired the suit he was wearing in the limo window. Tseng would not be pleased, but it would teach him a lesson for sending him to get clothes. He would not approve the cut or color, or the fact that he changed the order and had added things to it.



He was going to be right pissed.



~ I bet he’s developing a headache right now~



The suit was a dark red pinstripe suit. The jacket, when buttoned hugged his thin waist. The pants were straight and he even wore a new pair of patent leather shoes that were soft and comfortable. He wore an even snugger vest over a stark white shirt and he wore a same color tie as the suit. The EMR didn’t go well with the suit, so he had two guns strapped under his jacket. It was cut well.



He knew that he looked hot.



~smoking hot~



Better than the stupid blue that Tseng had originally wanted him to wear. There had been no style in the clothes that he had picked out. He smiled at the thought of what Tseng would think when he opened up his clothing bag. He knew that he would be paying a heavy price for that, but he didn’t care.



~it was so worth it~



He even tamed down his hair and left his goggles at home for the occasion.



He waited at the limo door for Rufus to come down so he could escort him to the restaurant. He lit a cigarette; he knew it would be awhile before he would get another one. He hoped that Rufus was not going to be fashionably late. That would be just annoying to make a grand entrance.



~in all ShinRa pompous style~



Rufus finally emerged through the door.



Reno smiled at how the brat was dressed. He always wore a white suit. That was his trademark after all. He was wearing a different cut than his normal white suit; it was more form fitting, with a flash of bright red with his ascot at his throat. The jacket was shorter that showed his narrow hips a little more prominently than he usually wore, with a thick white belt. The pants flared to hide the white leather boots with a slight heel that he was wearing.



~brat’s hot~



Reno shook his head. Man. He needed to get laid if he was thinking of the ShinRa brat like that. He blamed Cloud and Zack for turning him to the dark side of these…



~sexual~



… thoughts.



Rufus ran his hand through his ash blond hair and shook his head at him. “I presume that is not the suit that Tseng designated for you to wear.” He had an amused look on his face.



“Nope, but it’s hotter than what that fuddy-duddy picked out,” Reno grinned.



Rufus gave a low, amused laugh. “I do agree,” Rufus said and crossed his arms. With a sigh, “Are you going to open the door?”



Reno flushed. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry,” he said and opened the door and watched as he elegantly slid into the white leather seats of the limo. Reno walked around to the other side and seated himself across from him. He tapped the window and the limo started.



Rufus was sitting with his legs crossed, with his elbow on his knee, holding his chin in his hand. He seemed like he was lost in thought as he looked out the tinted window.



“Hey, boss,” Reno asked as he fiddled with the hem of his red jacket. “So, you hot on this dancer, hey?”



Rufus turned his lazy grey eyes towards him, “Hmmm.”



~what kind of a response is that?~



“Saw the posters. Hot, yo,” Reno said as he reclined against the limo seats. Riding in style was one of the perks of this job. He was pretty sure he would be taking a stinking cab home if Rufus got his dancing queen.



“Hmmm,” Rufus said again and straightened himself out. “Indeed.”



~boring stick in the mud~



“So, you got intentions for tonight?” Reno said. “I mean, I need to know who I will be escorting back home and all.”



Rufus gave him a sharp look, but with a sigh he said, “We shall have to see what shall come of the evening. I am sure they are used to people praising their performance.”



“Yeah, but you are Rufus ShinRa,” Reno said. “You are like, at the head of the food chain and all.”



Rufus laughed lightly.



~a bedroom laugh~



“I suppose,” Rufus said, “But that does not guarantee that he will be interested in joining me for a late evening nightcap.”



~he?~



What the hell? He didn’t know that Rufus swung that way.



“Have you seen the ballet?” Rufus asked.



“Only what they had on TV,” he said. He was now frantically trying to remember what the lead male dancer looked like. He had focused on the near anorexic woman that was the lead female dancer. He tried to remember the male. He remembered him being sharp and bony looking.



“That does not do them justice. They are most magnificent to see on stage,” Rufus said as he uncrossed his legs and leaned back in the plush limo seats. He closed his eyes and had a small smile on his lips. “It is one of the luxuries that my father allows.”



Reno nodded. Rufus, even though being the vice-president, was held on a pretty tight leash by his father. He was seldom on guard duty for Rufus. Tseng thought he would be a bad influence. Once he thought of that, didn’t Tseng say that Rufus requested him to be his escort for this?



“They put on a wonderful show, and even did an additional set, in my honour. It was quite lovely.” Rufus readjusted his legs so they were crossed the other way and was now looking straight at him. “He has the most magnificent legs.” Those eyes slowly blinked and seemed to be checking him out. Was he imagining that?



~holy crap~



“I believe they even surpass yours,” Rufus said with a small smile. Definitely not imagining that!



~brat is hitting on me! ~



How does one respond to that? He felt his face heat up slightly and he swallowed. His teasing nature took over though and he found himself stretching his legs a little bit longer, glad that the new red suit was snug against his legs. “Are you sure about that, yo?”



~shouldn’t be teasing the brat~



Rufus’ smile grew slightly wider. “Well, I will hopefully be able to determine that tonight.” He then, gracefully, went back to staring out the car window, with his chin resting in his hand, contemplating the landscape they were driving by.



Reno sat a little straighter and adjusted his jacket, made sure his guns were still holstered properly. He tried to get the flush off his cheeks, and the thoughts about brat ShinRa out of his head.



~you are going to turn into a flaming homo if you keep thinking about guys like that~





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Zack opened the door opened to see Sephiroth standing there. He was not used to seeing the General dressed in anything but his leather uniform, but he had to admit that he looked good in a suit. It was black of course. It was a long jacket that nearly reached his knees and buttoned nearly to his graceful throat. You could see that high collar of a silvery grey shirt, pinned with an emerald green collar clip, with cufflinks, that matched his eyes. Even his shoes had a green stone in the soft leather penny loafers. Sephiroth’s long silver hair swept back in a long soft looking wave over one of his shoulders. It dangled down, and was easily seen past his svelte waist



~Sephiroth always looks good~



Sephiroth frowned at him. “You are not ready yet.”



“Working on it,” he said around his toothbrush. “A little behind schedule.”



Sephiroth crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “I can see that.”



Zack was very aware of how he looked. He still hadn’t gotten his shirt on and was scrubbing his teeth. He still had to finish his hair and get the rest of his clothes on. He should have known that Sephiroth would be right on time. The guy was a stickler for schedules.



~you should have known he would be right on time~



“I just need ten more minutes,” he said as he scurried back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth. Sephiroth stepped into his apartment with a small sound that he wasn’t sure if it was disdain or just because he was disturbed that he wasn’t ready yet. He knew his place was much smaller than his place. Hell, Sephiorth had a place that was about four times as big as his. He had only seen his place once and that had been under stressful circumstances, so he didn’t really get a good look.



He finished brushing his teeth and gave his face a scrub as well and then went into his bedroom and stopped cold.



~Sephiroth is in my bedroom~



“You have picked horrible clothes to wear for tonight,” Sephiroth said, simply not even turning to look at him as he was going through his closet.



~Sephiroth is going through my closet~



“I will not have SOLDIERS looking like they cannot afford appropriate attire for such a fancy restaurant,” Sephiroth said as he turned with some different clothes that he pulled out of the closet. “You will wear these. Those pants are far too military and the shirt you have on the bed should only be worn for casual. You are not going out to the bar.”



He blinked as Sephiroth put the clothes on the bed. “Wear that leather jacket of yours over top of that. I will be expecting to leave in five.” He turned on his heel and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.



He blinked for a few seconds.



~was Sephiroth dressing him?~



He looked at the clothes that his superior set out for him. He liked the pants that he was wearing; the ones that Sephiroth picked out were snug around his hips and were a charcoal grey in colour. The shirt was one that he liked though and it was a deep violet with a charcoal grey vest to wear over top of it. He frowned as he even saw that Sephiroth had picked out a pair of socks and shoes for him.



~When did Sephiroth get a fashion sense? ~



He sighed and got dressed in the clothes that were picked out for him and had to admit that Sephiroth picked well. He fussed with his hair a bit, trying to make it not so wild, even knowing that it would fall back into the black spikes by the end of the evening.



~won’t matter then~



He smiled at looked over at the drawer where he had placed all of his recent purchases.



~can’t wait to play…~



“Zack!”



Sephiroth’s sharp voice brought him out of his daydreams.



~gotta ditch Sephiroth as well~



“Coming,” he called and walked out of the room. “We aren’t going to be late,” Zack said as he looked at Sephiroth standing by the door, holding his leather jacket.



~how did Seph know where he kept all his stuff?~



“Thanks,” he said and threw the light leather jacket over his shoulders.



~can’t wait to see Cloud ~







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~Fair indeed~



Sephiroth couldn’t help but look his 2nd in command as he shrugged on the leather jacket.



“Am I ready now?” Zack said with his voice thick with sarcasm.



Sephiroth reached out and fixed the flipped collar on the leather jacket, aware that the man beneath the jacket jumped a little. “I believe that we are now,” he said simply and moved to the door.



He led the way to the elevator.



Zack’s announcement of a date the other day startled him. It also annoyed him. It took him awhile to figure out the reasons for it. He did not normally care about the escapades of those under him. Why should he care? It was truly was no concern of his, but Zack…



~was more~



…was his second in command. He did not mind the thought of the man dating that girl from the slums for she seemed meek and calmed him, but for the past week he had been actually quite distracted and he did not like that in him. The girl from the slums did not cause this type of distraction.



He had listened to the ‘water-cooler-talk’ to try to discern if there was a new interest in his life but had found none. He had tried to talk to Zack but was amazed at his failure to get the right questions out of his mouth. He was also aware that Zack was trying to avoid him as well, most likely because of his failure to string together the correct words, which had turned him into a babbling fool. The biggest talk Zack was able to glean was about that red-headed pest losing a drinking contest to some lowly infantry man. It was interesting but it had no connection to Zack as far as he could determine.



He wanted to ask Zack about his date, but figured that it would be a waste of time. Plus, he would see soon enough who it was once they got to Monteno’s.



He would find out why his second in command was so distracted soon enough without his muddled social skills getting in the way.





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Reno had to remind himself to be cool when he saw Zack enter Monteno’s and was a little shocked to see Sephiroth enter with him. Zack was looking quite hot in the outfit he was wearing and the large silly grin on his face. He said a few words to Sephiroth before he went to talk to the hostess. He didn’t realize that Zack and Sephiroth were arriving together. He would have to ask Zack about that later.



Reno had already placed Rufus in the private room that they had specified and had the waiters already bustling with his expectations of wine and starters for his fancy dancers.



Seeing how Zack looked wanted to make him go into the private room that he had booked for him and…



~do what? Confess that you have the hots for him? ~



Yeah, that was stupid.



~you wanna though~



He watched as the cool and scary Sephiroth walked into the room without even a second glance in his direction. Zack was talking with one of the waiters. With a small wave to him and a wink, Zack went into the room as the attendant pulled back the screen.



He focused back on the door as it opened again.



He tried to suppress a smirk, but knew that he had not succeeded completely from the glare that Tseng was giving him.



Tseng looked sharp. He knew that it was different from his usual attire but Tseng looked damn sharp in the suit. He was not stupid enough to vary too far from his usual attire. He stuck with a dark navy blue double-breasted suit jacket that hung to hide the multitude of guns that he knew his boss like to wear but didn’t detract from his wide shoulders. The shirt color was a nice pale pink with a dark blue tie. He knew that the pink shirt was most likely getting his ire up as the style was different from his normal. He knew that annoyed Tseng.



He noted that he was wearing the normal shoes and not the ones that he sent. Well, he couldn’t win them all.



Tseng escorted two nearly emaciated looking people into the room. He recognized the girl with the long blond hair as the lead female dancer, Mina, and the young man, Drake, with dark brown hair that was tied back in a tight pony tail.



~Rufus had weird tastes in men~



There was nothing to him. He was not as emaciated as the woman and did seem to have some muscle tone…



~decent legs and ass~



…but his sharp bony features were a little disturbing. He liked to see a little bit more in a figure…



~more like a SOLDIER or a SOLDIER wannabe~



…to grab a hold of.



Man. He had issues.



Tseng stood beside him. “I will deal with you tomorrow,” Tseng hissed at him as he entered the room. Tseng’s lips didn’t move when he spoke.



~you are going to get crap assignments for a year~



He smirked. Yeah. He knew he was going to be paying for it, big time, even more when Tseng saw the bill for all the extra stuff that he bought as well.



~going to be guarding the dump~





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His leg wouldn’t stop vibrating. He had to reset the glasses on the table twice from his errantly bouncing knee.



~can’t believe I am so eager~



He was getting impatient waiting for Cloud. He had taken off his jacket and had it hanging over his chair. He almost phoned him a couple of times and kept staring at his watch. He wasn’t late, but he just wanted to see him. He didn’t want to seem too anxious either. He never remembered feeling this way about anyone else before.



~you are as pathetic as a teenager on your first date~



He wondered how much Reno was going to pay for the evening. He looked at the menu and was astonished at the cost. Man, he hoped Reno could cover it.



The screen pulled aside.



He turned and saw Cloud being escorted in by the hostess.



~finally…wow…damn it~



Where did he get those clothes? Man, he looked awesome. He hadn’t seen Cloud wearing them before; the powder blue shirt hung loosely around him but still seemed to meld to his muscular shoulders and narrow waist. He couldn’t help but gawk at how Cloud moved to the other chair and how his tight brown suede pants hugged…



~his ass~



…his hips.



“You look good,” Zack said as Cloud sat down. Cloud flushed lightly.



“So do you,” Cloud said. “This place is fancy.” He sounded a little bit nervous.



“Sure is,” Zack said. “How much do think Reno can cover?” He said and leaned forward a bit.



Cloud laughed. “It shouldn’t be a problem,” he said as he fiddled with the menu. He looked like he was nervous as well. “He is a Turk after all; they make more money than SOLDIER.”



Zack sighed, “Don’t remind me.” Zack adjusted his chair. “What do you want to start with?” He picked his own menu.



He had to refrain from moving his chair beside him and groping him under the table. This place was too classy for that no matter…



~how incredibly tempting~



…how he wanted to touch him. He would be a proper civil person in the restaurant. He knew how to wine and dine, even though he knew that he already had the man sitting across from him…



~and would have in every possible way soon enough~



…it didn’t mean that he didn’t deserve the special treatment.



He smiled brightly at the blond haired man as he was studying the menu. He would have to make sure to buy him more shirts in that color for him. It positively made his eyes glow.





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