At least he's hot

Chapter 16 - the holy fuck


*WARNING* Blatant, unabashed Ukeroth in here. Seriously. So if you don't like the concept, simply do not read this chapter.

Reno sighed with relief when he finally parked the company car across the street from Sephiroth’s apartment. The drive was only about ten minutes long, but Rufus’ constant bitching had made it seem like an hour. The drunk passenger had bitched about everything under the sun… the cramped car seat, the robbery, the date rape, getting fired, not having a change of clothes, needing more wine… until Reno’s ears rang from the relentless, high-pitched whining. Of course, sitting around in the car all night with a set of binoculars wasn’t exactly something to be relieved about, but anything was better than putting up with Rufus. What the hell did Sephiroth see in the guy? He was so… flamboyant.

You’d think that a short-tempered asshole like Sephiroth would want to spill Rufus’ guts, he mused. Well, maybe he does. I guess that’s why I’m on this shitty post.

“Later, dickshit,” Rufus sneered as he got out of the car. “Hey, are you seriously gonna sit here all night? Why don’t you just go home?”

Reno threw his head back against the headrest and suppressed a scream. They’d already been over this a million times, but Rufus’ inebriated mind just couldn’t seem to hold onto any information. “I already told you!” he growled. “Tseng will throw me in prison if I leave! You think I want to be here?” He ran a hand through his hair. “And please… please explain the situation to Sephiroth! I don’t want that psycho to misunderstand why I’m out here. Got it?”

Rufus grinned snottily and mock saluted. “Yes sir!” he slurred, then slammed the door hard enough to rattle the car’s frame.

Fucking idiot… Reno thought, watching Rufus stumble across the street and disappear into the looming apartment complex. From his vantage point in the driver’s seat, he had a full on view of what was supposed to be (if Tseng had told him correctly) Sephiroth’s living room window. He lifted up the binoculars and focused in. Yes, that’s definitely Sephiroth’s living room… he mused. The furniture was sparse and drab, the cement walls were completely bare except for one lonely painting of a depressing, arctic landscape, and the Masamune itself was propped up unceremoniously against a coat rack. The sword was by far the most impressive possession in the room.

Seconds later, the silver-haired man himself sauntered onto the set, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy, olive-green army fatigues. A bottle of something alcoholic was clenched in one hand, a cigarette in the other. Since when did Sephiroth smoke? Reno wondered. Probably since today, he assumed. Realizing he’s one of Hojo’s sick experiments is reason enough to pick up a few new bad habits.

Sephiroth approached the front door and let in Rufus, whose sheepish ‘I’m gonna get laid’ grin was visible all the way from Reno’s distant vantage point. The blonde stumbled forward and practically fell into the taller man’s arms. Before either mouthed a word, their lips met. The General roughly pulled Rufus in closer, twining a booze-clenched fist around the small of his back, and the former VP melted like butter in the embrace, hungrily crushing his lips against his partner’s. The kiss was carnal… yet there was something more virulent in it than lust. Compassion? Love? Rufus snaked his hands around the taller man’s shoulders and buried his fingers deep into his thick cascade of silver hair. The General arched slightly into the touch – an irresistible, feline curve of his pretty neck.

Reno dropped the binoculars like they were burning hot. “Fuck!” he cursed under his breath, feeling an awkward blush bloom out on his cheeks. “Fucking Tseng!” He snatched a smoke out of his pack and lit it, forcing himself to look away from the window. This was so embarrassing! A mix of anger and bitter jealousy turned like a bad meal in his stomach.

There’s no way Tseng expects me to watch these two screw all night, he thought desperately. He leaned back in his seat and took a drag from his smoke, trying hard to calm down.

Okay, okay… it was just a fucking kiss, he told himself. Nothing to get all worked up about. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl up toward the roof in lazy, liquid swirls. The lower half of his body felt tingly and weird, like it couldn’t decide whether to be aroused or repulsed. He snorted with disgust, dissipating the curls of smoke.

* * *

There was really no way for Rufus to measure Sephiroth’s sexiness on that night. Usually, when he saw someone he was attracted to, he could rate them on a simple one-to-ten scale. A ‘one’ was a pretty desperate screw, only reserved for shit-faced nights and thick beer goggles. A ‘five’ was average, obviously… better than ugly yet worse than handsome. A ‘ten’ was the caliber that graced the pages of underwear ads and porno zines. Always ripped, always chiseled and always well hung. Certainly the kind you’d want to pursue for a one night stand… perhaps more, if they had a brain bigger than their dick.

However… Rufus invented this one-to-ten scale before he saw Sephiroth that night. Sephiroth effortlessly blew the fucking scale. In fact, the appearance of his silver-haired lover in nothing but a pair of olive-green, army-issue fatigues so altered Rufus’ perception of hotness that it rendered his scale completely useless.

Imagine realizing that the earth is round instead of flat. It was that kind of revelation.

There was simply nothing to compare to Sephiroth’s godly physique. When the door swung open, Rufus had something akin to a religious experience. For someone who grew up in the family business of sucking souls out of the lifestream, seeing a half-naked ‘angel’ was as close to faith as he ever became. The waist of Sephiroth’s fatigues were slung low, baring the narcotic, enticing curve of his slender hips. Light and shadow emphasized the impossible definition of his washboard abdomen, playing across a muscle tone that could only be honed through hundreds… no, thousands of sit ups a day. His thick cascade of hair was so unquestionably silver that it denied the laws of biology. Meteorite silver. The silver that runs in veins through jagged mountains in the north.

Sephiroth had the face of an angel. His eyes were the color of departed souls.

“Hey. Don’t tell me you’re too wasted to stand.”

Rufus snapped out of his ridiculously profound thoughts to find himself awkwardly collapsed in Sephiroth’s embrace. “Sorry…” he mumbled. “I drank a whole bottle of champagne.” He righted himself with some reluctance – he would have been content to pass out right there, pondering the scale of Sephiroth’s hotness. When he stepped back, he noticed that the General was also thoroughly sedated. He held an unfiltered cigarette in one hand and a diminished half-gallon of tequila in the other, and he was swaying on his feet. Rufus also noticed that his lover’s notorious Mako glare was considerably less intense than usual… his eyes were heavy-lidded and faded, like embers of a dying fire.

“Since when did you smoke?” Rufus wondered aloud.

Sephiroth shrugged apathetically. “I started today. Why not?” he said. “My life’s about to go to shit pretty soon anyway.” He took a comically dainty puff from the short stub of his butt then tossed it carelessly onto the cement floor. “I highly doubt cancer will be my downfall.” He turned and plodded over to the couch, motioning for Rufus to follow with a tilt of his head. “Have a seat,” he mumbled. Rufus complied, collapsing onto the couch with such force that you’d never believe he battled the law of gravity on a constant basis. Sephiroth sat down next to him and smirked. “I swear, you just seem to get drunker every time I see you,” he joked.

Rufus rolled his eyes. “I had a shitty day,” he growled. “Remember, I got fired? Do you know how much that sucks?”

Sephiroth shook his head with a slightly bemused expression on his face. “You’re not actually fired…” he bluntly stated. “That would be impossible. ShinRa Electric is your fucking birthright, no matter what your father says.”

Rufus shrugged, pondering the words. “You could be right,” he relented, “but you should have been there when the old man snapped. His face turned the color of an overripe plum and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. I’ve never seen such a horrible expression on anyone’s face before.”

Sephiroth laughed darkly. “President ShinRa’s face is horrible to look at no matter what mood he’s in,” he said. “That bastard’s uglier than sin.” He unscrewed the cap on the tequila and took a shot, then offered the bottle to Rufus. “Here, tequila solves everything,” he coaxed.

Rufus reluctantly took the bottle, feeling his heart pick up speed when his fingertips accidentally brushed against the General’s. Right then he noticed the bullet wound, reduced to little more than the size of a pinprick… it was much smaller than it had been earlier in the day. “Tequila… by the way, are you alright?” he randomly asked, resting the bottle in his lap. He looked over at Sephiroth, who was smiling distantly. “I mean, after what happened with Hojo and everything?”

“Tequila solves everything,” the soldier repeated. “So does morphine.”

“What?!” Rufus stammered. “You’re still on that shit? You’re gonna get addicted, you know that?”

“Can it,” Sephiroth sighed. “The last thing I need right now is a fucking lecture. Just let me spiral downward in peace. I don’t feel like talking about Hojo, ShinRa, or any of that crap. All I want is to feel numb… and it’s working so far.” He grabbed a pack of smokes off the inexpensive, fake-wood coffee table in front of the couch and pulled one out, placing it defiantly between his lips. “Now are you going to take a shot or just hold that bottle in your lap all night?”

“Oh, sorry…” Rufus murmured. He blushed a little and hastily took a gulp of the nasty liquor. A bottle’s not the only thing I want in my lap tonight, he mused, letting his eyes rove over the General’s lithe body as he handed the bottle back. Sephiroth really had no idea how fuckable he looked, especially naked from the waist up. If he knew, he probably wouldn’t have chosen to go shirtless.

“What are you staring at?” Sephiroth asked coyly, clueless to Rufus’ predatory thoughts. A mischievous smirk played across his perfect lips as he slid closer to Rufus on the couch, near enough for their legs to touch.

“I’m staring at you…” Rufus murmured breathlessly, turning slightly to face the taller man. He reached up and lightly grazed the General’s neck, running his fingertips over the flawless, delicate skin. Sephiroth exhaled in response – a silent sigh – and rolled his head back. Unable to resist, Rufus leaned in and kissed the pale skin in the wake of his fingertips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered between kisses, then opened his mouth to taste him with his tongue. Sephiroth half-groaned, half-laughed.

“Give me a break…” he murmured, shifting slightly to hit his cigarette. “You don’t need to flatter me.” After taking a few quick drags, he flicked the smoke on the floor, suddenly much more interested in Rufus’ affections than a nicotine fix. His free hand slid into the blonde’s hair, encouraging him to continue.

Rufus was getting so hard so fast it was making him dizzy. Sephiroth was usually worse than a display in a museum – he had ‘do not touch’ practically written all over him. The occasions when Rufus had actually been able to feel his lover’s skin with his hands were few and far between. Tonight, however, the General had apparently forgotten his strict rules… he was almost begging to be touched.

To say Rufus was just okay with this would be the biggest understatement in history.

He slowly began to trail his hand down to the gorgeous contours of the General’s muscular, defined chest, while placing more gentle bites and kisses along his neck. The fingers tangled in his hair tightened and relaxed in response. Driven by his already uncomfortable erection, Rufus let his lips follow his groping hand, biting a trail down to his collarbone, then further to his chest. He worked his way over to Sephiroth’s small, blush-pink nipples, flicking his tongue over one and lightly rubbing the other with his thumb, until they were both hard from his touch. The fact that the 1st class soldier hadn’t freaked out yet astounded him – he was completely expecting to get thrown across the room at this point. Yet Sephiroth was doing nothing of the sort; he was breathing quickly, just short of moaning, and arching his back in a way that made Rufus’ head spin with dominant lust.

He had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in his life. Right then, he would have traded the entire ShinRa empire for Sephiroth’s submission.

After he had gotten Sephiroth’s nipples as hard as little stones, he lifted his head and gazed up at his face. The General’s cheeks were slightly flushed, his beautiful eyes were half-lidded with lust, and his lips were parted in a way that screamed sex without words. Before even letting the dazed soldier speak, he hungrily leaned in and covered those delicious lips with his own, daring to possessively plunge in his tongue and invade the slick heat of his mouth. Sephiroth groaned almost inaudibly and returned the kiss with equal ferocity, gripping Rufus’ hair tightly in his clenched fist. When they finally parted, they were both breathing heavily. The expression on Sephiroth’s face was a mixture of lust and almost comic confusion, as if he were witnessing Rufus transform from peaceful Dr. Jekyl to the violently insane Mr. Hyde. From whimpering uke to power-crazy seme, Rufus mused with an evil grin.

“Hey, Sephiroth?” he panted, running a hand lightly up and down the General’s toned chest and stomach.

“Yeah?” Sephiroth breathed, untangling his hand from the blond hair. “What the hell is up with you tonight, anyway? Are you in heat or something?”

“That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about…” Rufus confessed, watching his hand slide further down the washboard curves of his lover’s stomach to discover an impressive, rock-hard erection pressing at the fly of his fatigues. “You see…” He paused and looked into Sephiroth’s bedroom eyes, fumbling for the right words. “How can I put this? Um… okay. Here goes. I… I just really want to fuck you, Sephiroth. In fact, I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone so badly in my life. It’s seriously driving me crazy.” The words came out much more bluntly than he had hoped, betraying his desperation. If it wasn’t for the champagne he had consumed earlier, he wouldn’t have even thought about voicing such a confession, especially after what had happened the last time he mentioned it.

Sephiroth’s green eyes widened. He opened his mouth as if to say something then closed it. Finally, after an unnerving silence, he simply said, “I told you before… it’s not gonna happen.” However, his voice was softened with drugs and lust, taking away any sense of conviction he might have had, and his cheeks had flushed to an even brighter shade of fuck-me pink. Rufus had a feeling that the combination of tequila, morphine, and whatever sedatives Hojo had been pumping into him earlier was having the effect of a roofie on the General; his usual forceful personality had washed away in a sea of sedated euphoria. This was a very good thing – Rufus was definitely not above taking advantage of a drug-induced vulnerability.

“But you always get to be on top… it’s not fair,” he pressed, massaging Sephiroth’s erection through his fatigues. “I promise I’ll make you feel good... please, just this once?” The General subconsciously ground his hips up into Rufus’ teasing hand, suppressing a moan.

“Dammit, you’re fucking persistent,” Sephiroth sighed, avoiding the question. He unscrewed the cap to the tequila and took another huge shot, as if getting more hammered would make the situation go away. “I really don’t understand you sometimes…”

Rufus reached over and snatched the bottle from the soldier’s hand, taking a quick shot before placing it on the coffee table. “What’s so hard to understand?” he softly asked. “You’re fucking gorgeous. I’d be crazy not to want you.” He turned toward the slightly peeved General and ran a hand through the silky, silver locks that framed his delicate face, fighting the urge to try and just take him by force. Sedated or not, he could still kill me without breaking a sweat, he had to tell himself. He trailed his fingers down his jaw line, then ran a thumb over his soft lower lip. “Come on… just this once…” he prodded. When Sephiroth opened his mouth to protest again, Rufus leaned in and cut him off with another feral kiss, slipping his tongue into the wet heat beyond his parted lips.

By the time he finally broke the kiss, Sephiroth had apparently forgotten whatever it was he was going to say. He seemed to be too horny and dazed to put a sentence together, but his eyes spoke for him. There was a whirlwind of emotion in their Mako-green depths: exasperation, confusion, stubborn defiance, but most of all – want. Noticing the want above everything else, Rufus grinned, then slid off the couch and onto his knees. He roughly pushed Sephiroth’s legs apart and moved between them, positioning himself to suck cock. “Don’t tell me you have a problem with this, too?” he teased, running his hands along the General’s inner thighs.

“Does it look like I have a problem with it?” Sephiroth said dryly. He had a point – his hard cock made a noticeable tent out of his baggy pants. He leaned back in the couch and watched Rufus unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip his fatigues with mellow, drug-numbed anticipation.

Regardless of what Sephiroth was thinking, his cock definitely didn’t have a problem with the attention. It sprang out of his pants as soon as they were unzipped, jutting rigidly from his silver curls of pubic hair, and a bead of precum glistened on the tip.

“Damn, you have such a nice cock,” Rufus murmured. He yanked the fatigues a little further down so he could grip the General’s bare hips while he sucked him off, then leaned in and flicked his tongue against the tip, eagerly licking up the drop of precum. Noticing the way Sephiroth rocked his hips slightly just from the lightest touch, he teasingly ran his tongue around the head again, then trailed it slowly down to the base and back up. His hands moved with a mind of their own, roaming over Sephiroth’s firm stomach and slender hips, while he continued to tease with his tongue. Every time he reached the tip, a stifled groan escaped Sephiroth’s lips – a sound that made his skin prickle with satisfaction. Finally, he took the head in his mouth and sucked, wrapping one hand around the silky-smooth shaft. He started a slow, deliberate rhythm, squeezing the base with his hand as he slid his lips up and down the swollen length. While his lips did their work, his tongue never lost a beat, flicking skillfully over the sensitive head then back down the underside. Sephiroth’s muscles tensed from the pleasure, quivering under his straying hand, and his hips began moving in time with Rufus’ bobbing head.

“Fuck,” the General gasped under his breath, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. “You’re going to make me cum.”

Rufus grinned around the cock stuffed in his mouth. I haven’t even started yet, he mused, feeling a surge of dominant satisfaction. Sephiroth was extremely receptive to oral sex – just the lightest flick of his tongue drove the silver-haired soldier crazy. He shifted on his knees and eased another few inches of the rigid cock into his mouth. Eventually he wanted to take the whole length down his throat, but he knew from experience that it was much easier to gradually work into it. Taking a cock this size all at once was painful, regardless of which end was receiving it.

Just when Rufus was really getting into it, Sephiroth froze. The hips under his fingertips stopped moving completely, throwing off his rhythm, and the sexy sighs he had been emitting abruptly ceased. Startled, Rufus glanced up at the General’s face to find him gazing intently out the window at the dark, lonely street beyond. With great reluctance, he pulled the stiff organ out of his mouth and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “What are you doing?” he asked irritably.

“You could have told me Reno was watching us,” the General mumbled blankly, keeping his eyes locked on the pitch-dark street.

Rufus’ heart stopped in his chest. He had completely forgotten that Reno was out there, spying on them under Tseng’s orders. He had been so wrapped up in screwing Sephiroth that he hadn’t even thought about it. The Turk had been getting quite an eyeful, too; the large window revealed a full view of the couch… and the two lovers on it. He wondered how Sephiroth was able to see Reno at all… Rufus couldn’t even make out the car in the smoggy darkness, let alone who was inside of it. Must be the Mako treatments, he presumed.

“Shit, I’m sorry… I totally forgot to tell you,” he finally blundered, wondering what to do with the hard cock inches from his face. Should he cover it up with something? “Tseng told Reno to keep an eye on you tonight, probably because of what happened at the lab,” he awkwardly explained. “I told him to go home, but I guess he didn’t listen to me.” He felt an embarrassed blush heat his cheeks and ears. “I can’t believe I forgot all about it,” he whispered.

“I see…” Sephiroth murmured, his expression unreadable. Rufus cringed; he was expecting the General’s fist to descend on his head any second, followed by a night of sadistic punishment. Instead, a lopsided, out-of-place grin crept across his face. Rufus noticed that the cock in front of him hadn’t lost any of its rigidity. “He’s already seen us going at it,” the soldier stated in an amused voice. “Why stop now? Let’s give him something to write down in his report.”

The blush deepened on Rufus’ cheeks. “Are you serious?” he asked incredulously.

Sephiroth laughed. “Sure, I’m serious,” he said. “Why the hell not? It’s not like he’s never seen us fucking before. Combined, you and I have screwed Reno more times than we’ve screwed each other.”

Rufus considered this statistic and was surprised to find that it was true. “But aren’t you even slightly bothered by the fact that he’s probably the one who shot you?” he pried.

“Can you really blame him?” Sephiroth replied, shrugging passively. “If someone tied me up and raped me, I’d chop their fucking head off as soon as I got the chance.” He laughed again, obviously finding the situation hilarious. “So no, I’m not bothered by it,” he mused. “In fact, I think we had it coming.”

Rufus gasped in astonishment. Did Sephiroth really believe that he’d deserved a bullet in the chest, or was it just the drugs talking? Either way, his own viewpoint on the robbery couldn’t be any more opposite. Sephiroth’s selfless, accepting attitude made him feel like a melodramatic bitch.

“Well, enough about that…” Sephiroth sighed definitively. “Like I said, I don’t feel like talking about heavy issues tonight.” He smirked mischievously and toyed with the low waistband of his fatigues. “So… are you going to finish what you started? Don’t tell me you’ve lost your appetite.”

Rufus drank in the sight of the half-naked soldier in front of him and suddenly forgot what he was thinking about. His lover leaned back seductively on the couch and spread his long legs in a display of wanton lust. Amazingly, his flawless cock was still hard, glistening wet from Rufus’ mouth and flushed at the tip.

Right then, Rufus realized that he didn’t care if Reno was watching from across the street. In fact, he wouldn’t care if everyone in Midgar was watching. Before him was Sephiroth, the most gorgeous man on earth, sprawled out on the couch like a centerfold and practically begging for his touch. Next to this, nothing else mattered.

“No… I haven’t lost my appetite,” he murmured. A horny grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “In fact, I think I’ll give Reno a demonstration on sucking cock.”

* * *

The streets of Midgar’s industrial district were completely deserted this time of night. Not a single soul wandered down the cracked cement sidewalks, giving the place the appearance of a ghost town. A thick veil of smog hung in the air, intensifying the oppressive darkness and muffling the ever-present clang and hum of machinery. There was definitely no party strip in this district – hell, there wasn’t even a convenience store. The predominant activity came from the machines, which greatly outnumbered the human population.

The only human activity on the street outside Sephiroth’s apartment was coming from a black, ShinRa-owned sports car. It wasn’t even much of an activity; it was just the simple movement of Reno’s hand sliding rhythmically up and down his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it,” the Turk whispered, twisted impossibly in the driver’s seat to get a better view of Sephiroth’s window. A pair of binoculars was gripped in one trembling hand. “Take it down your throat, you stuck-up bitch…” He gazed intently through the lenses while rapidly stroking his cock, ignoring the muscle cramps he was getting from being contorted in such a small space.

He could hardly believe the scene that was playing out before his eyes. After Rufus had entered the apartment, he and Sephiroth had sat down on the couch and talked for a short while… then, seemingly out of the blue, the conversation had dissipated into a steamy, soft-core porno. Rufus had attacked Sephiroth’s bare neck with his mouth while his hand had groped his bare, muscular chest. The dominant, controlling General who Reno knew so well seemed to have left for the night, replaced by a passive, sedated persona… as if he had taken a roofie or something. This new personality excited Reno even more than the lovemaking itself – it alone intrigued him enough to temporarily put aside his petty hatred for the two men. Just the flushed, fuckable expression on Sephiroth’s face during Rufus’ ministrations had given him a raging hard-on. It seemed to have the same effect on the blond… Rufus had been more than eager to rip open the General’s fatigues and swallow his cock.

And then something even stranger had happened. Right when Reno had decided to pull out his cock and take full advantage of the show, Sephiroth had turned his head toward the window and stared directly into his eyes. The chance that the General could actually see him in the darkness seemed impossible, but there was no doubt that he had looked straight at him. Even through the thick lenses of the binoculars, that intense Mako glare had burned right into his soul. Reno had been positive that Sephiroth was going to come out with Masamune in hand and dismember him one limb at a time, but that’s not what happened at all - Sephiroth’s odd mood change had surprised him once again. The two had talked (about him, no doubt) for a minute, then Sephiroth had leaned back in the couch, spread his legs, and said something to Rufus with a seductive smirk on his lips. The blond had blushed, glanced out the window in Reno’s general direction, then grinned mischievously.

Now he was back to sucking Sephiroth’s stiff cock with unbridled enthusiasm, sliding his lips all the way down to the base before coming back up. One hand was digging into the General’s hip, feeling up the bare skin, while his other hand was busy unzipping his own fly and pulling out his rock-hard erection.

The scene was so hot that even a straight man would have gotten a boner from watching. Reno (who was far from straight) was so hard he could feel goose bumps on the head of his cock. As much as he wanted to hold out and prolong his orgasm, the combined sight of Sephiroth sprawled out on the couch and Rufus cramming that huge cock down his throat while he masturbated was just too much. The Turk stroked his cock faster and faster, his motions becoming erratic and frenzied, until he burst, shooting a huge load all over the steering wheel.

After catching his breath, which took quite a while, he found some napkins in the glove box and wiped off the steering wheel. It took a lot of napkins to get off all the cum… he hadn’t had a single orgasm since that horrible interaction with Rufus at Headquarters. How long did that make it? Two or three days? It seemed like much longer. After the steering wheel was cleaned off (the other Turks would be wondering why it was so sticky for quite a while), he lit up a smoke and took a deep drag, savoring the mingled nicotine and afterglow. I guess this post isn’t all that bad, he told himself. I’m getting paid to jerk off to live porn. He pondered the irony of this fact while he smoked, taking his time to enjoy the buzz.

At least ten minutes had passed before he finally picked up the binoculars again. He twisted around in the seat and focused the lenses.

What he saw made his jaw drop. His cock sprang back to life so quickly it hurt.

* * *

Although Rufus was thoroughly enjoying sucking Sephiroth’s cock, he had a much more ambitious goal in mind… one that was going to take some cunning to successfully carry out.

His goal was to still the same – to fuck Sephiroth, of course – but he was more determined than ever to make it happen. In fact, when the General had flatly told him ‘no’ earlier, he had actually taken it as a challenge. Only sheer physical resistance could stop him from succeeding, and he’d already devised a way around that…

He was too close to orgasm to stroke his own cock anymore, so he grabbed onto the loosened waistband of the General’s fatigues with both hands. Using his deep-throating skill to distract his lover with pleasure, he slowly tugged them off inch by inch, taking great pains not to bring more attention than necessary to his actions by going too fast or yanking too hard. After what seemed like an eternity, he had finally succeeded in pulling the waistband all the way down to the soldier’s knees, baring his slender, porcelain-pale thighs.

Had Sephiroth noticed? Of course he had. He just didn’t seem to mind… not yet, anyway. He was far too immersed in Rufus’ expert deep-throating to pay much attention to anything else – his head was thrown back, his eyes were clamped shut, and his lips were parted in an expression of pure ecstasy. Rufus could tell he was right on the verge of cumming, which was exactly the way he wanted it. He ran his hands up and down the pale, well-muscled thighs, then lightly trailed them around to the sinfully perfect curve of his ass. Excitement sparked through his senses when he felt the firm, silky-smooth flesh under his fingertips… he had been dreaming about this moment for what felt like an eternity, fantasizing about how the bare skin would feel. He was not disappointed, to say the least. If he feels this good on the outside… how does he feel on the inside? he wondered. I guess this is my only chance to find out…

He paused from deepthroating almost imperceptibly to quickly wet his fingers with his mouth, glancing up at Sephiroth’s face while he did it. The General’s eyes were still closed… if he had noticed, he didn’t show it. Heart pounding in his chest, Rufus picked up his rhythm as he slid his hand between Sephiroth’s legs, found his entrance, and slipped the tip of his index finger inside.

“Fuck! Goddammit, Rufus!” Sephiroth immediately gasped, though he was barely able to sound angry so close to orgasm. “You’re such… a prick…” He grasped Rufus’ forearm to stop him, then loosened his grip like clockwork when the blonde swirled his tongue around the head of his cock again.

Rufus grinned inwardly as he moved his lips faster up and down the General’s shaft, bringing him closer and closer, while gently easing his finger deeper into his tight passage. As careful as he was trying to be, he had to use a considerable amount of force just to get in further at all – the slick muscles were clamped around his finger so tightly it hurt. All the while, he could feel Sephiroth getting closer to orgasm despite himself, rocking his hips, the hand around his forearm flexing uselessly.

When he finally climaxed, spilling his seed deep down Rufus’ throat, the blonde took full advantage of the moment and forced his finger in the rest of the way. Sephiroth moaned a curse in between sighs, arching his back as the throes of orgasm wracked his senses. His peak lasted long enough for Rufus to even work in another finger without getting hassled. By the time the soldier had finally collapsed back on the couch, the blond had stretched him out almost enough for his cock. He took the softening length out of his mouth and sat up straight, his back popping from being hunched over for so long. A smirk crossed his lips when he saw Sephiroth’s condition. His eyes had fluttered shut again and his breathing was slow and even… either he had passed out, or he was just too sedated from that post-orgasm buzz to keep his eyes open.

“Hey, Sephiroth,” Rufus called. No response… none at all. “HEY!” he shouted. Still nothing. Whether he had overdosed, drifted off, or just blacked out, there was no denying that Sephiroth was dead asleep.

This is a perfect opportunity, Rufus mused, nearly bursting with wicked delight. If Sephiroth was unconscious, no convincing would be necessary. He could just stick it in. Morals be damned.

Not wanting to waste a second of this rare occasion, Rufus hastily yanked the General’s fatigues off one long leg with his free hand. He raised himself up and gazed down lustily at his partner’s serene features, scissoring his fingers to stretch him more quickly. When he was satisfied, he slipped out his fingers and positioned his cock against the slick, inviting ring. Placing one hand on the backrest of the couch for support, he cast a shit-eating grin toward the window where he knew Reno was watching in awe, then slowly inched in his cock.

His breath immediately hitched in his throat. Sephiroth felt euphoric, unfathomably euphoric around his length, as though he were designed, conceived, and brought into existence for the sole purpose of getting fucked. The General’s walls tightly hugged his cock, making his head spin with pleasure as he pushed further into the passage. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he forced himself to stop and savor the moment, fighting the urge to just start thrusting wildly until he burst. He leaned in and tasted Sephiroth’s mouth, taking the swollen bottom lip in his teeth and nipping it possessively. The fact that his lover wasn’t responding just turned him on more; he could do anything he wanted with the lithe body beneath him and get away with it. He ran his hand up the General’s thigh and groped his ass, roughly squeezing the firm flesh, then slid his fingers over to the strained, taut ring that encircled his cock. The feel of his own engorged length stretching Sephiroth’s tight, virginal ass made his stomach flutter with excitement. And knowing that he was doing something so forbidden made it all the more erotic. General Sephiroth, the invincible war hero, was impaled on his cock.

Unable to hold back another second, he withdrew his cock to the tip and slammed back in, reveling in the unconscious gasp that escaped those perfect lips. He repeated the same deliberate thrust again, and again, simultaneously fucking his mouth with his tongue, indulging in the feel of those slick walls constricting his engorged length. Eventually, he altered his thrusts to a quicker, smoother rhythm, then broke his one-sided kiss to get a better view of Sephiroth’s vulnerable position.

“You have no idea…” he groaned, gazing down at his partner’s serene face, “what a good fuck you are…” The General’s eyebrows scrunched in either pain or dream-hazed rage, and a small groan escaped his parted lips. Rufus grinned darkly and trailed his hand past the soldier’s hip, over the taut ripples of his abdomen, then up to his sculpted chest. He took Sephiroth’s rose-pink left nipple between his fingers and pinched it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until it had deepened to a shade of sore cherry red, then did the same to the right nipple. “And I doubt you know…” he whispered, “how much I’ve dreamed about taking you...” Still thrusting rhythmically, he bent over and took the left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the abused skin. Another delicious moan rose from the General’s throat when he took the hard nub in his teeth and clamped down until he had nearly pierced the tender flesh. After thoroughly abusing the area with his tongue and teeth, he raised his head to survey the damage he had done. The once pale-pink nipple was now somewhere in between dark red and purple, and his teeth marks were distinctly imprinted on the surrounding skin. Skin prickling with satisfaction, he let his eyes drift down to where he was doing the most damage. His eyes widened in shock when he saw that Sephiroth’s cock was also hard, sticking straight up from his silver pubes like a flagpole. It actually hadn’t even occurred to Rufus that the General might be enjoying this in some dreamlike, detached way. Sephiroth the masochist? It sounded weird and incongruous in his head.

As he continued to thrust, he grasped the General’s hard cock at the base and began to slide his hand up and down the shaft. The soldier shivered and tensed from the new sensation, and his long-lashed eyelids fluttered, threatening to open. Rufus immediately slowed his thrusts, dreading the possibility that Sephiroth would wake up in the middle of getting fucked. He could almost feel the bruises that would inevitably follow.

As if the General had read his mind, he suddenly gasped and snapped open his eyelids, revealing a pair of clouded, dazed Mako eyes. Rufus’ heart dropped like a rock and the blood drained from his face. He cringed guiltily as those paralyzing eyes locked accusingly onto his, drowning him in their toxic-green depths. Yet… there was something amiss about that gaze…

He looked more closely and found that Sephiroth’s eyes were unfocused and somehow blind, like they were seeing something else entirely. With cautious relief, he assumed that his partner must have been in some kind of half-asleep, opiate drenched trance.

“I must be dreaming…” Sephiroth murmured, confirming Rufus’ theory. He deliriously surveyed his compromising position, letting his gaze linger quite calmly on the cock rammed in his ass. “There’s no way… this is actually happening,” he blearily confirmed, a baffled, dreamy smirk forming on his lips.

“Uh, yeah,” Rufus nervously chimed in. “You’re just having a dream.” Before he could fabricate any more of the stupid lie, a pale hand shot out and grasped him roughly by the neck.

“Since this is just a dream,” Sephiroth softly growled, hungrily narrowing his hazy eyes, “why aren’t you fucking me harder?” The hand around his neck squeezed, nearly cutting off his air, and slender, strong legs wrapped around his waist like a vice, slamming his cock back in to the hilt. Rufus gasped in shock, staring down in utter disbelief at the malicious, horny grin on the General’s face. “Well? What the hell are you waiting for?” the soldier snarled. The fingers cinched even tighter around his throat, making his eyes feel like they were going to pop out of their sockets. Suddenly frightened, Rufus obeyed the bizarre command and began to thrust, burying his cock balls-deep with each jerk of his hips. A feral growl rose from Sephiroth’s throat and his hips began to move in rhythm with Rufus’ thrusts, urging him to penetrate even deeper. “Harder… you fucking pussy…” he panted, snaking his legs tighter around the blonde’s waist. He reached down to his cock and covered Rufus’ trembling hand with his own, urging him to pump faster. Rufus quickly complied, squeezing the thick shaft harder and quickening his motions. His breath was becoming labored from the lack of air – Sephiroth’s hand was like a noose around his neck. If he thinks he’s dreaming, he realized, he doesn’t know he’s actually hurting me… This revelation made him slam into the soldier even harder, shaking the couch with each thrust, in hope that it would make him loosen his grip.

Sephiroth groaned and roughly pulled Rufus in for a kiss, relentlessly holding his death grip on his neck as he crushed their mouths together. Rufus gasped against the soldier’s lips, straining hard just to keep sucking air into his burning lungs. Nonetheless, he could feel his release nearing, growing with every thrust he made into the General’s impossibly tight passage. He could tell Sephiroth was close, too, from the way his walls were constricting almost painfully around his cock.

“Ah, fuck me…” Sephiroth gasped, feverishly grinding his hips to take as much of Rufus’ cock as physically possible. Moments later he came hard, cursing profanely as he coated Rufus’ hand and his own stomach with his seed. Rufus followed a split second later, nearly fainting from air loss as he burst, flooding Sephiroth’s insides with a few spasmodic jerks of his hips. Just as blackness was beginning to creep around the edges of his vision, the hand on his throat mercifully released its grip. He collapsed gratefully onto his partner, sucking in a big lungful of air as the blissful afterglow doused his senses.

When he could finally breathe normally again, he shifted to get a better look at Sephiroth. Not surprisingly, the General had fallen back asleep. His upper body was sliding ever so slowly into a horizontal position on the seat of the couch, and the mouth that had been spouting a barrage of profanities seconds earlier was now eliciting soft, innocent snores.

A chime suddenly sounded from his pants pocket, letting him know he had just received a text message. He sluggishly pulled out his cell phone, flipped it open, and displayed the message.

THAT WAS FUCKIN INSANE!!!!
U LUCKY BASTARD!!! I’M SO
JEALOUS!

Time:10:17PM

From: RENO

A blush instantly heated Rufus’ cheeks. He kept forgetting that the Turk was watching the whole show with front-row seating. Shit, it really says something about my moral character when Reno gives me props, he mused, casting a sheepish grin toward the window. He bowed his head and replied to the text, fucking up several times on the tiny keypad before he finally got it right. When he was done, the message read:

HE’S GONNA KILL ME WHEN
HE WAKES UP.. BUT AT LEAST I’LL
DIE CONTENT. IT WAS BETTER
THAN U COULD EVER IMAGINE

His grin widened as he pressed the ‘send’ button. The message couldn’t have been closer to the truth. In the last week he had lost his job, his apartment, and his reputation… but now, none of that really seemed to matter. He had just fucked Sephiroth’s brains out. Compared to that, what else was there?

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* I warned you. Ukeroth, all the way. I don't care what anyone says or how 'OOC' it is, I think the concept of Sephiroth randomly craving some cock is hotter than hell. Even almighty super-psychos need a good fucking now and then. And Rufus earned it, I think.