Tease - COMPLETE

TEASE







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A Zack and Cloud and possibly others (not telling yet ) fic, can guess who they are… yaoi…if you don’t like that…don’t read.



Warning:





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.



Thanks to ZiggyPasta for being my Beta…thanks and more thanks….



Oh, Sephiroth……and Reno…heavy chapter

…not what you’re thinking…(*evil grin*)



Disclaimer:

Don’t own, just using for my own amusement





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GARAGE





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Sephiroth brushed his sleeve against his mouth again. Whatever type of vile hand lotion that skeleton of a woman used, was still lingering on his lips. He shouldn’t have kissed that chilly hand of hers.



~courtesy is expected~



Courtesy.



He scoffed.



~sucking up is more like it~



He hated that he had to sit through that meal and deal with the political niceties of having the brat boss, head of the Turks, and of course, him being the figurehead General of SOLDIER at the table all to…to impress some dancers.



Not a princess; not a prince.



Not a corporate leader...hell, not even a mayor.



Dancers!



Damn Dancers!



He hated that he was thinking about how much Genesis would have enjoyed that dinner, and most likely would have convinced him to take up the dancers' invitation to join them back to their hotel.



~Gen~



Angeal would have berated them for such dishonourable actions.



~Angeal~



But they had left him behind. Leaving him with the feeling of being confused and alone was even more painful than before he had friends in his life.



Sephiroth turned; he had delayed making his way back to his cold apartment for long enough. He was getting tired from driving around and seeing couples walking hand in hand on the street. He was tired of thinking of couples that he imagined were in each other's embrace behind the dark windows he drove by. He desired that warmth once again, but he knew that it was not what greeted him upon his arrival of the place that he called home.



~coldness~



Very cold. The evening was nothing more than a chilly reminder of how frigid his life had become.



~again~



He had that warmth. A taste of what it was like to be more than just the General, and to have a warm body nestled beside him as he slept.



~miss that~



He truly did miss it.



~want it~



He had hoped that Zack would take that place. Zack was the closest thing he had to a friend. He thought Zack needed time. But it had appeared that Zack had his flower girl interest from the slums and now it seemed he had a yellow-haired infantryman in his apartment. He doubted that there was room for him to pursue his second in command.



Sephiroth frowned as he drove into the garage. He would have to pass the door of his comrade and be aware that Zack had someone else warming his bed.



~maybe he didn’t bring him back to his place~



Sephiroth remembered the black bag that Zack had carried the day that he announced he had a date. Genesis had come back from a shopping trip with a similar anonymous looking bag…



~didn’t sleep that night~



…and it had been full of wonderful surprises.



~didn’t sleep for a couple of nights~



Sephiroth didn’t think he liked the idea of Zack enjoying such delights with another, when it should be him.



~you haven’t even asked~



That was the problem. He didn’t think Zack would be interested in joining him in his bed, but it was quite a shock to see that he went both ways, as it were.



~with an infantryman~



He frowned heavily as he parked his car in its designated parking spot. He dreaded the thought of walking past Zack’s apartment door. He hesitated as he shut off the engine. For a moment, he thought that he should put his car in reverse and go for a longer drive. He did not want to go back to his cold and empty apartment knowing that Zack was getting warm and comfy in his own.



~with an infantryman~



He shut off the car and exited, immediately grimacing at the strange smell that was filling the garage.



~ cigarette smoke ~



He frowned. He knew the source of the smell was usually Reno. Sephiroth walked in long graceful steps towards the elevators. The smell was stronger as he got closer. He hated those damn cigarettes that Reno smoked. He had threatened Reno a couple of times about his bad habit of smoking in the garage. It looked like he was going to have to do it again.



Sephiroth saw the obnoxious Turk slightly hunched on the northern side of the elevators. The redhead was slouched against the wall, and in a slender hand he was holding a smouldering cigarette.



Sephiroth felt his lips twitch at the sight.



Reno was a mess.



There was not a button that was on the Turk's shirt that was connected properly. The white shirt was hanging out of his pants, and was twisted so that a glimpse of Reno’s white belly was clearly visible above the waistline. The formerly snug vest hung loosely and twisted underneath the heavy red jacket. With Reno’s slumped shoulders and slightly arched back, his guns that would have normally been hidden, were visible. Reno’s normally wild hair looked even worse as half of his rat tail was no longer contained in the elastic that he bound it with, and his necktie was nowhere to be seen.



Reno had been strangely neat and orderly when they had left Monteno’s; quite an accomplishment for the normally rough Turk. His appearance made it apparent that he had some difficulties with Rufus.



Reno sucked hard on his cigarette and then exhaled with a long sigh. Sephiroth noticed the redhead’s hands were shaking, and the horrid cigarette quivered precariously in those fingers.



“Full of fuckin' teases,” the Turk muttered as he took another drag. “Hate them all.”



Sephiroth did not have to ponder what he was talking about. Obviously the Turk had a difficult ride home. It was pretty evident that Rufus had something to do with the condition of the smoking fool.



“I presume…” Sephiroth started.



Reno made a startled sound and looked like he was going to jump out of his skin. He nearly dropped the cigarette, but recovered it with a little bit of juggling, somehow not managing to burn his fingers. “What the hell!”



“… that you had some difficulty escorting the Vice-President home this evening,” Sephiroth finished, ignoring the amusing nervous reaction from the Turk.



The Turk yelled, and glared at him. “Don’t fuckin’ scare me like that Seph!”



~Seph~



He glared at the redhead.



“..iroth.”



~terrible save~



The shaking hand brought that cigarette to his lips again.



“Jumpy, aren’t we Turk?” Sephiroth spoke and walked closer to the jittery man. The cigarette vibrated in Reno’s hand as he held it to the side, at least attempting to be considerate.



“Fuckin’ horrid night, bro.”



~bro~



“Who was that boy?” Sephiroth blurted. It was the perfect opportunity to get information out of the nervous redhead. It would save him hunting him down later or asking Zack directly. The image of the boy walking past him, staring at his phone and ignoring him became brilliant in his mind again.



“Huh? Boy? Who?” Reno blinked.



“The boy that was with Zack at Monteno’s,” Sephiroth grumbled.



“Boy?”



“The blond that was with Zack!” Sephiroth was beginning to wonder if getting information out of the Turk was going to be possible. Obviously Rufus had rattled his nerves.



“SOLDIER wannabe?” Reno blinked and threw his finished cigarette butt onto the ground, then stomped on it. He straightened slightly as he pulled away from the wall and looked like he was searching his jacket for something. “What about ‘em?” He pulled out his cigarette pack.



“What is the wannabe’s name?” Sephiroth demanded and tried not to clench his fists in frustration at the horrible manner of speech from the former street urchin.



“Cloud?” Reno said. His quaking fingers pulled out another cigarette and placed it against his lips.



“Is that his name?” Sephiroth said. Cloud. He did not know of this infantryman. “What is his last name?”



Reno pulled out a lighter to light his cigarette. “Strife,” he said and exhaled the smoke sharply, and he slumped so that the line of his belly beneath his disjointedly buttoned shirt could no longer be seen.



“Cloud Strife,” Sephiroth repeated. The blond hair and blue eyes should have been easy to spot among the mostly dark haired infantry. How did he miss the young man, and Zack take notice of him? There was a bunch of questions about the boy: Where was he from?; How long had he been in Midgar?; How long had he been working for ShinRa? From Reno’s comments, he understood that Cloud wanted to be a SOLDIER. Was that why Zack was interested in him? “Why was he with Zack?”



Reno mumbled something around his cigarette. He was looking at his toes and twisting like a scolded child.



“What’s that?” Sephiroth leaned in a bit toward the other man.



“I lost a stupid bet,” Reno mumbled, and his eyes darted back to his shoes. Sephiroth barely heard the mutter that came after. “Stupid amatore bastards”



~amatore



That word disturbed him, but he would question that later. Reno calling them lovers was very disturbing. How long had Zack been seeing this Cloud?



“Bet?” Sephiroth asked, moving to safer ground than Zack’s personal life for the moment.



Reno mumbled and began to squirm in his childish manner again.



“That is an exceedingly bad habit of yours,” Sephiroth grumbled. “Look at me when you speak.”



Reno looked up at him. “I lost a damn bet!” he snapped. “Alright. I lost a drinkin’ contest to that half-pint, emo SOLDIER wannabe and…” Reno’s voice trailed off and his face went red.



“And?” Sephiroth pressed. He watched as the Turk took another deep, shaky drag off his cigarette and refrained from looking at his feet again.



“Nothin’,” Reno said.



~liar~



The Turk had a lot of anger in his eyes at the moment. Sephiroth guessed it had something to do with the Vice-President. He would have to broach that topic as well, but first, he had to clear up this bet issue. “You lost a drinking contest and you had to provide a fancy dinner for this Cloud?”



“Hmpf. Yeah,” Reno said.



“And so, why was he there with Zack?” Sephiroth asked, seeing the strange discomfort and glaze flash in his blue eyes.



“The idiots were jus’ tryin’ to break my wallet, yo,” Reno said in a rushed voice. He obviously was covering up something else that was still sitting behind his eyes. Reno’s eyes wavered and fell to his feet once again.



“Zack stated he had a date.”



Reno was in the process of inhaling that horrible cigarette when Sephiroth spoke that simple sentence. Reno made a gasping sound and looked up at him with a horrified look on his face.



“Now, I know who it was with. He neglected to tell me,” Sephiroth said. “I was not aware that Zack’s... attentions have shifted.”



“Yeah, um...” Reno said.



“How long has this been occurring?” Sephiroth demanded, even shocked at how his tone had become somewhat fierce.



“Shit, I dunno,” Reno said, finishing off his cigarette and discarding it with the other dead butt on the ground.



~Liar~



Sephiroth pressed the elevator button. He was tiring of the smell and the conversation with the redheaded Turk. He decided to switch topics. “How was Rufus?”



Reno had been fiddling in his jacket again but froze as Sephiroth spoke those words. His eyes grew wide for a moment, but then he sneered. “Fuckin’ tease, yo.”



It was as Sephiroth suspected. Rufus was up to his old tricks and had targeted Reno this time. It also seemed that Reno realized, at that moment, that he had buttoned his shirt wrong and began to mutter another series of curses. If nothing else, the Turk was always amusing.



“Tease?” Sephiroth asked. He was well aware of the Vice-President’s tendency to want to control every situation, and had seen the aftermath of some of Rufus’ play.



~Gen got teased by him, as well~



The shaking of Reno’s hands grew as he reached for another cigarette. “That will be the third,” Sephiroth said unnecessarily.



“Yeah. So. Whatever. I damn well need this, yo,” Reno said as he pulled it out of his pack.



“I had warned you repeatedly about your bad habit,” Sephiroth said, reaching over and pulling the cigarette out of his hands.



“Yo!” Reno protested as Sephiroth crushed it between his fingers. Sephiroth even hated the smell of even the dry tobacco and wished that he had just tossed it aside. “I said that I needed it!”

“You should try a less harmful habit,” Sephiroth said.



“Everythin’ is fuckin’ damaging to my health right now. This is the only thing that de-stresses me!” Reno growled angrily as he pulled out another cigarette. Sephiroth grasped the pack and crushed it, tossing it down the length of the garage along with the lighter.



Reno looked horrified at his actions, and with another growl, “You owe me, bro.”



“I owe you nothing,” Sephiroth said as he looked at the angry redhead.



~you always did like the ones with red hair~



He found himself tensing at the thought.



~especially with a wild temper and hot mouth to match~



He must have been thinking about Genesis too much tonight if he was equating him to Reno. Reno was nothing like Genesis and there was no reason that he should be comparing the two.



~bet he's just as wild in bed~



He rubbed his forehead and tried not to think of the disturbing thoughts. He knew that it had been awhile, but the thoughts of Reno were not welcome ones!



“I need another damn smoke!” Reno pouted. “Damn it, Seph. I already had a tense enough night. I need to calm my nerves! Those,” Reno flailed his arms in the direction Sephiroth threw the smokes, “were my last pack, yo!”



“Good.” Sephiroth found himself angrily leaning in towards the Turk. “Maybe you will then quit that dirty habit.”



“I like my dirty habits,” Reno glared back.



~I bet he has some really fun dirty habits~



Sephiroth realized that he was leaning much too close to the agitated Turk. He stood straight and took a step back, only to have the angered man step into his personal space. Reno pushed a finger into his chest. “Been a pretty shitty week and I’m not in the mood to deal with another one of ya flirty bastards, yo.”



~flirty bastards?~



“I think you should keep your hands to yourself, Turk,” Sephiroth warned.



“I have been!” Reno said and poked his chest again. “It’s gettin' damn annoyin’ that I am expected to keep my hands to myself.”



Reno made the bad choice of poking the General again.



~that’s it!~



Sephiroth grabbed the Turk's arm and quickly twisted it behind his back in a swirling motion, and then he thrust the redhead against the wall in a brutal push. Reno made a satisfyingly scared grunt. Sephiroth placed his other hand on the hip of the Turk and leaned against his body, knowing that he was way too wiry to be held back by just by his arm.



“I do not appreciate being poked by you,” Sephiroth growled close to the Turk’s ear. He heard Reno’s breath hitch in his throat as he did so, and Reno let out a moan.



~nothing like up against the wall ~



Sephiroth let go of the Turk and backed away, very aware that he did not like the feeling that the redhead was giving him.



~he’s very warm~



The Turk whirled on him.



The elevator dinged and opened beside him.



Sephiroth released the breath that he didn’t realize that he was holding, and walked to the elevator.



He didn’t take his eyes off of the flustered Turk, who was still standing with his back straight against the wall. The skin of his belly was showing again in that stance, and Sephiroth found that he had to force his eyes up.



~redheads make things interesting~



He pressed the button for the door to close.



He heard Reno mutter, “Fuckin’ tease.”