Coffee Kills
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
816
Reviews:
9
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0
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Disclaimer:
I do not own final fantasy or its characters and I do not make money from this fanfiction.
chapter 2
Disclaimer:
I do not own final fantasy 7 or its characters. And I do not make money from this fanfiction.
Warnings:
Some swearing, sexual innuendo, sarcasm, and some hints at and slight tastes of smut… but no real action.
Coffee Kills
~Chapter 2~
Reno’s head was KILLING him. He’d had one half spilled cold cup of the fatal fluid. That was 3 hours ago, world record for the Turk, minus sleeping and missions. He’d been pacing pretty much non-stop. Rude had left an hour and a half ago mumbling something about helping Rufus with training or the like, leaving Reno frustrated, and alone.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t leave this room, the break room was sounding more and more appealing despite the possible threat to his health. But somehow Reno had hoped to have Rude join him when he went, but the man wasn’t back yet and might not be for a while yet. Rufus had the habit of sticking him with gopher duty once he had him there.
Reno kicked his desk chair on this pass again. Fuck it… He’d go…
~~~Tseng’s office~~~
It’d been a couple hours since Tseng has started paperwork and he was exactly 4 pages into his stack of 200 or so. His head felt like it was going to explode, let alone certain other parts of his anatomy. He was so good at mentally urging a hard on from happening, but with Reno, there was only so much a man could do when at the receiving end of Reno’s verbally teasing attention. Hmm… what would the receiving end of some of his other attention be like? A mouth was good for other things than talking.
Tseng shook his head. This was why he couldn’t get past the 4th page. Gods forbid Tseng needed to get some frustration out. He might just have to take Rufus up on that offer for using the gym. Thank goddess it was a private one. He’d call and make sure Rufus wasn’t using it, then head over. It’d been a long time since he’d had a good workout. The long lull in work was making him more restless than anything. Not a spit-fire Turk… no… just the lull in work. Keep telling yourself that…
~~~Break Room~~~
Reno poked his head around the open door. Good, no one was here. Now he just needed to be quick. He could do this. The smell of the precious brew made him dizzy with delight. Ohh how he missed his constant companion that held his hand through boredom at work. Ahh, caffeine rich black elixir… maybe life was sweet.
He made quick work of finding one of those nice Styrofoam travel cups that Cissnei loved so much. With that being filled with little incident Reno glanced ever so carefully over his shoulder just to be safe then reached for the sweet, and the blond part of his sweet blond coffee. Sheesh, Reno groaned inwardly. No wonder he was made fun of. It hit him…. He was drinking a Cloud coffee! Sweet…Blond…Addictive. Ohh gods… That little ball of blond fluff may be the world hero but, Reno always had a soft spot for the jailbait as he liked to call him. But no one would ever know that…
With a chuckle and a mood raised slightly from the despair that it had bordered on previously, Reno carefully turned around and slowly headed out. Now he just needed to just kill more of a lifetimes worth of hours in boredom again. But first Reno figured he could walk around a bit. Just not anywhere near Tseng’s office.
~~~At Rufus’ Gym~~~
“Thank you, I appreciate that you offered the use of your gym. I do not like to train at the Turk gym. I am their leader, so it just does not feel right. And my private gym at home does not have quite the same selection as your does.” Tseng bowed and gave the president a smile. The boy gave off the air of being a spoiled brat, but really the reason the Turks doted on him so much, was when you really knew him he was a charming young man, who’d been a sweet and lonely young boy when most had known him at first. The Turks honestly loved their young charge, they’d do anything to keep him safe.
“You know it is always open to you.” Rufus answered. He knew Tseng was frustrated to be taking him up on the offer. But he wanted the man to feel free to come to him for anything that he could offer. Tseng had saved his life so many times and been there for a shoulder to cry on, long before that even.
“You have free rein of it, for as long as you like. Is it ok if rude keeps me company for a bit longer?” Rufus asked so politely, while moving the last few steps out of the gym. They’d had a much longer than usual workout. Rude was desperately trying to help Rufus gain some bulk to his muscles. He wanted to be able to aid his friends better, and be less of a needy weakling.
“You know that’s fine, if anything were urgent I’d message him on it.” Tseng bowed, and they parted ways.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief Tseng stepped onto the mat in the middle of the huge room. He’d meditate for a moment to try to focus his energy, then start on basic moves and a run through of his normal routine before he’d push himself to more strenuous work.
At least he’d be left alone. The only two people that came here somewhat regularly just left. This was Rufus’ gym anyway; he had nothing to worry about. And Elena would have any urgent messages sent to him via phone.
~~~Reno… walking~~~
Fitting his fingers to the little dents he’d made on the top of his Styrofoam container Reno walked along the corridor of the 30th floor he’d paced on. Or what felt like the 30th. He’d actually only paced the floor that he and Rude were stationed on, and then began pacing this one because it overlooked the gardens. Ah fuck that… he wasn’t here to look at the gardens, he’d come here to catch Rude. He figured if he found him, he could make up some excuse to get his partner out of helping Rufus… the boy certainly was needy… not that anyone minded, but the gopher-ing had to stop sooner or later. At least he and Rude could shoot the shit instead of Reno being totally bored witless by himself.
Reno brought the close to being empty cup to his lips and took a small sip, trying to make it last, then took a small nibble to the edge again, spitting out the Styrofoam afterwards. He made it to the high class gold etched door and shrugged. He wouldn’t mind if Reno just popped in, Everyone loved Reno!
~~~In Rufus’ Gym~~~
Tseng was finished meditating and had shucked his jacket, shirt, and tie, and was going through his routine. His limbs flowed like music around his body. He folded at the waist and stretched his arms out to a tee and twisted, putting his body into the twist and jumping at the end, to do a half spiral kicking his foot out at the end and landing on a half bent knee with the other leg and foot stretched out.
He felt at peace like this, the energy could flow out of his body, maybe not completely. He had a lot pent up inside, but this took the edge off at least. He flowed back and forth and into the air just like waves of the sea for a few more minutes Then on a last particularly high spinning leap he landed in a crouch again and brought his hands together in a breath of a prayer to the gods or goddesses that gave him this moment of release.
~~~With Reno~~~
Reno had walked into the room with every intention of voicing obnoxiously about the kidnapping of his partner, and how he needed him. But when he made his way past the entry of the massive room, every word he was ready to voice was harshly swallowed to a lump at the back of his throat and his breathing hitched. Sweet Shiva…
Goddess forbid, he was dreaming. He swallowed back a groan next as he felt painful sparking’s in his lower stomach that flickered back and forth over his groin causing an almost nauseatingly iron hard on almost instantly.
He breathed shallowly and quick as he watched in awe at the magical spectacle before him. He’d watched the man move before. Heck, even fought with him more times than Reno could even begin to count. But this was different. Completely different. His own emotions and frustrations seasoned this moment into the best fucking ambrosia he’d ever tasted in his life. And they didn’t name it ‘food of the god’s’ for no reason.
The man was a fucking chiseled god! Perfection in the lean sculpted lines and planes of muscles. Tseng in the fucking red hot sweet flesh… alone… working out… not knowing Reno was watching him. Goddess, Reno was going to cum in his pants just watching the man, uninhibited by eyes and responsibility’s.
Reno stifled a moan and shifted his legs. He mentally willed his body to somehow magically put pressure on the aching piece of anatomy between his legs. He tensed his muscles in his backside, trying to put sweet pressure against some part of his body that brought pleasure to himself. Without any manual or verbal stimulation this spectacle would definitely bring about an orgasm.
Tseng finished his routine then stood on the pad, he know someone was there, and assumed it was Rude, finished with Rufus waiting to politely return with Tseng after his workout. Tseng figured he’d tell the dark Turk to return without him.
As Tseng turned his head a very unlikely shape and color caught his eye. There stood Reno, the nerve of the spit-fire. But, why had he been so quiet? No one waited that quietly without at least politely announcing themselves, except the quite bald man.
Tseng allowed his eyes to narrow in on Reno’s surprised face. He’d not expected to be seen then obviously. But the look of rapture had not been wiped away by Reno’s surprise. And the flush to his cheeks was there. Tseng became uncomfortably aware that he had been being checked out, shirtless and in the throes of a much focused routine.
Then Tseng glanced over the younger Turk’s solid, yet lean mass. And no matter how baggy the spit-fire liked to wear his pants, and even his untucked shirt, it couldn’t hide his raging hard on. Tseng felt himself begin to be aroused. He bit his tongue. Not here, not now. The tease…
Reno’s eyes went from being glazed over with lust to being completely shocked as he watched Tseng turn his body like he was going to walk over. Reno closed his mouth, he’d been panting, then visibly tensed. Tseng wasn’t dumb, and wasn’t blind, one look and Reno would have it. He’d be dead and cold before anyone even missed him.
The slanted eyed and sinfully sleek man didn’t know how much of an effect he had over him; Reno couldn’t help himself, his body acted independently with seeing the god in action. Well, fantasizing about him every day and night hadn’t helped Reno’s case much, but surely Tseng didn’t have a clue about that.
Reno searched his head, anything; any raunchy comment to throw Tseng off would be good now, save his ass, please save his ass. “Yo boss man, thought I’d find Rude here wid’da bigger little boss man… thinking of them all hot, sweaty, and worked up kept this bored mind of mine busy. You a man too, yo, you know how it is…” Not really the exclamation for salvation, but more of a pitiful ‘hand caught in cookie jar’ cover story.
Tseng’s patience snapped, right along with his semi-hard on. It raged to life of its own accord. The normally spicy mouthed Turk had become a guilty mess and Tseng figured it was FAR past due that Reno got a taste of his own medicine.
“Oh? I had hoped you’d especially come for me, Reno.” Tseng took a few dark and slow steps toward Reno making sure he had a swagger to his step. He watched Reno’s muscles tense even more. He was like a strung out spring ready to snap.
Reno let his mouth part slightly as Tseng slowly swaggered a few steps closer. And Reno couldn’t help but glance downward taking all of the man in. His eyes darted back to Tseng’s face and Reno’s eyes dilated.
Tseng could see Reno’s breathing pick up. Oh, this would be too easy. “Because, Turk… that would have been fun, watching YOU train, and seeing you watch ME train. Huh? What do you think of that?” Tseng really pushed Reno. He could hear him panting now.
Reno’s breath picked up at Tseng’s words. And he knew that Tseng had seen his ‘little’ problem standing at full attention. But how could he actually … maybe feel… the same as Reno? Reno couldn’t stop a small whimper from escaping his parted lips.
Tseng walked to the side of Reno but didn’t stop, he slowly stalked behind the man making his next words push air over Reno’s neck.
“What do you think of that Turk? My little Spit-fire, you are always talking back to me.” Tseng felt his own breath hitch as Reno let out a low groan.
Reno thought he was going to pass out, the stain of his iron member being untouched. And the mental strain of having his Wutai-an God slinking around his quivering body and his hot breath only inches from his neck.
The older Turk slowly rounded past Reno’s face and front, allowing his hip to ever so slightly brush against Reno’s obvious problem, though his fingers ached to touch him.
Reno was ready to close his eyes and beg Tseng to move away, or grab him, when his body ultimately betrayed him in the worst of ways. Reno’s climax hit him like a freight train, spilling his remaining coffee on his pants right over the hot cum spot, and his eyes closed as he nearly blacked out, falling right in front of Tseng to his knees and gasping. Absolutely nothing had touched him in either of his intimate places, yet here he’d made himself look like a school girl. Reno felt like tears were going to threaten him. He couldn’t look at Tseng. He was so ashamed.
Tseng might have pushed things too far. He didn’t think Reno would Cum like, just Tseng’s presence had been enough to push him over to ecstasy. Tseng bit back a groan as he felt his own cock jump painfully against the fabric of his pants at the thought.
Tseng’s eyes flashed a feral look at the still bowing red head. “Reno, Get up… to the mat’s now. You will train. And train hard till you beg me to let you stop. You need to learn control!” He knew exactly what to do next.
Reno’s eyes went huge when he heard his boss speak. He figured he’d be yelled at, or Tseng would at least be disappointed in him. Reno couldn’t let his hopes get up. There was no way this god of a man could have any feelings for him. He was just righteous at Reno for spying and was trying to convey it through snideness.
He pushed himself humbly up from his knees, but kept his face down. He didn’t see the feral look of lust in his superior’s eyes. “I’m sorry” was all that come out of his mouth.
Tseng thought to himself for a moment. They stopped on the mats. “Ok, Reno. If you are sorry then listen carefully….”
~~~End chapter 2~~~
A/N:
-Ok… fruit salad, or real ambrosia, I have not ever cared for. Or should I say, I have yet to taste a well done one. I know they can be spectacular, if the right fruit at the right peak, in the right ratio mixture, and in the right sauce, are all combined. But I used the reference to ‘Ambrosia’, simply because I love the word, and what it means. “food of the gods”
-and… sorry for the cliffy… it took me all day and all night off and on a few minutes here or there to get to this point. The whole scene… and next scene are all done in my head… but I just CANNOT convey it to words properly for some reason. I’m not happy with this chapter very much at all… but we’l see what chap 3 brings…..
Thank you!
I do not own final fantasy 7 or its characters. And I do not make money from this fanfiction.
Warnings:
Some swearing, sexual innuendo, sarcasm, and some hints at and slight tastes of smut… but no real action.
Coffee Kills
~Chapter 2~
Reno’s head was KILLING him. He’d had one half spilled cold cup of the fatal fluid. That was 3 hours ago, world record for the Turk, minus sleeping and missions. He’d been pacing pretty much non-stop. Rude had left an hour and a half ago mumbling something about helping Rufus with training or the like, leaving Reno frustrated, and alone.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t leave this room, the break room was sounding more and more appealing despite the possible threat to his health. But somehow Reno had hoped to have Rude join him when he went, but the man wasn’t back yet and might not be for a while yet. Rufus had the habit of sticking him with gopher duty once he had him there.
Reno kicked his desk chair on this pass again. Fuck it… He’d go…
~~~Tseng’s office~~~
It’d been a couple hours since Tseng has started paperwork and he was exactly 4 pages into his stack of 200 or so. His head felt like it was going to explode, let alone certain other parts of his anatomy. He was so good at mentally urging a hard on from happening, but with Reno, there was only so much a man could do when at the receiving end of Reno’s verbally teasing attention. Hmm… what would the receiving end of some of his other attention be like? A mouth was good for other things than talking.
Tseng shook his head. This was why he couldn’t get past the 4th page. Gods forbid Tseng needed to get some frustration out. He might just have to take Rufus up on that offer for using the gym. Thank goddess it was a private one. He’d call and make sure Rufus wasn’t using it, then head over. It’d been a long time since he’d had a good workout. The long lull in work was making him more restless than anything. Not a spit-fire Turk… no… just the lull in work. Keep telling yourself that…
~~~Break Room~~~
Reno poked his head around the open door. Good, no one was here. Now he just needed to be quick. He could do this. The smell of the precious brew made him dizzy with delight. Ohh how he missed his constant companion that held his hand through boredom at work. Ahh, caffeine rich black elixir… maybe life was sweet.
He made quick work of finding one of those nice Styrofoam travel cups that Cissnei loved so much. With that being filled with little incident Reno glanced ever so carefully over his shoulder just to be safe then reached for the sweet, and the blond part of his sweet blond coffee. Sheesh, Reno groaned inwardly. No wonder he was made fun of. It hit him…. He was drinking a Cloud coffee! Sweet…Blond…Addictive. Ohh gods… That little ball of blond fluff may be the world hero but, Reno always had a soft spot for the jailbait as he liked to call him. But no one would ever know that…
With a chuckle and a mood raised slightly from the despair that it had bordered on previously, Reno carefully turned around and slowly headed out. Now he just needed to just kill more of a lifetimes worth of hours in boredom again. But first Reno figured he could walk around a bit. Just not anywhere near Tseng’s office.
~~~At Rufus’ Gym~~~
“Thank you, I appreciate that you offered the use of your gym. I do not like to train at the Turk gym. I am their leader, so it just does not feel right. And my private gym at home does not have quite the same selection as your does.” Tseng bowed and gave the president a smile. The boy gave off the air of being a spoiled brat, but really the reason the Turks doted on him so much, was when you really knew him he was a charming young man, who’d been a sweet and lonely young boy when most had known him at first. The Turks honestly loved their young charge, they’d do anything to keep him safe.
“You know it is always open to you.” Rufus answered. He knew Tseng was frustrated to be taking him up on the offer. But he wanted the man to feel free to come to him for anything that he could offer. Tseng had saved his life so many times and been there for a shoulder to cry on, long before that even.
“You have free rein of it, for as long as you like. Is it ok if rude keeps me company for a bit longer?” Rufus asked so politely, while moving the last few steps out of the gym. They’d had a much longer than usual workout. Rude was desperately trying to help Rufus gain some bulk to his muscles. He wanted to be able to aid his friends better, and be less of a needy weakling.
“You know that’s fine, if anything were urgent I’d message him on it.” Tseng bowed, and they parted ways.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief Tseng stepped onto the mat in the middle of the huge room. He’d meditate for a moment to try to focus his energy, then start on basic moves and a run through of his normal routine before he’d push himself to more strenuous work.
At least he’d be left alone. The only two people that came here somewhat regularly just left. This was Rufus’ gym anyway; he had nothing to worry about. And Elena would have any urgent messages sent to him via phone.
~~~Reno… walking~~~
Fitting his fingers to the little dents he’d made on the top of his Styrofoam container Reno walked along the corridor of the 30th floor he’d paced on. Or what felt like the 30th. He’d actually only paced the floor that he and Rude were stationed on, and then began pacing this one because it overlooked the gardens. Ah fuck that… he wasn’t here to look at the gardens, he’d come here to catch Rude. He figured if he found him, he could make up some excuse to get his partner out of helping Rufus… the boy certainly was needy… not that anyone minded, but the gopher-ing had to stop sooner or later. At least he and Rude could shoot the shit instead of Reno being totally bored witless by himself.
Reno brought the close to being empty cup to his lips and took a small sip, trying to make it last, then took a small nibble to the edge again, spitting out the Styrofoam afterwards. He made it to the high class gold etched door and shrugged. He wouldn’t mind if Reno just popped in, Everyone loved Reno!
~~~In Rufus’ Gym~~~
Tseng was finished meditating and had shucked his jacket, shirt, and tie, and was going through his routine. His limbs flowed like music around his body. He folded at the waist and stretched his arms out to a tee and twisted, putting his body into the twist and jumping at the end, to do a half spiral kicking his foot out at the end and landing on a half bent knee with the other leg and foot stretched out.
He felt at peace like this, the energy could flow out of his body, maybe not completely. He had a lot pent up inside, but this took the edge off at least. He flowed back and forth and into the air just like waves of the sea for a few more minutes Then on a last particularly high spinning leap he landed in a crouch again and brought his hands together in a breath of a prayer to the gods or goddesses that gave him this moment of release.
~~~With Reno~~~
Reno had walked into the room with every intention of voicing obnoxiously about the kidnapping of his partner, and how he needed him. But when he made his way past the entry of the massive room, every word he was ready to voice was harshly swallowed to a lump at the back of his throat and his breathing hitched. Sweet Shiva…
Goddess forbid, he was dreaming. He swallowed back a groan next as he felt painful sparking’s in his lower stomach that flickered back and forth over his groin causing an almost nauseatingly iron hard on almost instantly.
He breathed shallowly and quick as he watched in awe at the magical spectacle before him. He’d watched the man move before. Heck, even fought with him more times than Reno could even begin to count. But this was different. Completely different. His own emotions and frustrations seasoned this moment into the best fucking ambrosia he’d ever tasted in his life. And they didn’t name it ‘food of the god’s’ for no reason.
The man was a fucking chiseled god! Perfection in the lean sculpted lines and planes of muscles. Tseng in the fucking red hot sweet flesh… alone… working out… not knowing Reno was watching him. Goddess, Reno was going to cum in his pants just watching the man, uninhibited by eyes and responsibility’s.
Reno stifled a moan and shifted his legs. He mentally willed his body to somehow magically put pressure on the aching piece of anatomy between his legs. He tensed his muscles in his backside, trying to put sweet pressure against some part of his body that brought pleasure to himself. Without any manual or verbal stimulation this spectacle would definitely bring about an orgasm.
Tseng finished his routine then stood on the pad, he know someone was there, and assumed it was Rude, finished with Rufus waiting to politely return with Tseng after his workout. Tseng figured he’d tell the dark Turk to return without him.
As Tseng turned his head a very unlikely shape and color caught his eye. There stood Reno, the nerve of the spit-fire. But, why had he been so quiet? No one waited that quietly without at least politely announcing themselves, except the quite bald man.
Tseng allowed his eyes to narrow in on Reno’s surprised face. He’d not expected to be seen then obviously. But the look of rapture had not been wiped away by Reno’s surprise. And the flush to his cheeks was there. Tseng became uncomfortably aware that he had been being checked out, shirtless and in the throes of a much focused routine.
Then Tseng glanced over the younger Turk’s solid, yet lean mass. And no matter how baggy the spit-fire liked to wear his pants, and even his untucked shirt, it couldn’t hide his raging hard on. Tseng felt himself begin to be aroused. He bit his tongue. Not here, not now. The tease…
Reno’s eyes went from being glazed over with lust to being completely shocked as he watched Tseng turn his body like he was going to walk over. Reno closed his mouth, he’d been panting, then visibly tensed. Tseng wasn’t dumb, and wasn’t blind, one look and Reno would have it. He’d be dead and cold before anyone even missed him.
The slanted eyed and sinfully sleek man didn’t know how much of an effect he had over him; Reno couldn’t help himself, his body acted independently with seeing the god in action. Well, fantasizing about him every day and night hadn’t helped Reno’s case much, but surely Tseng didn’t have a clue about that.
Reno searched his head, anything; any raunchy comment to throw Tseng off would be good now, save his ass, please save his ass. “Yo boss man, thought I’d find Rude here wid’da bigger little boss man… thinking of them all hot, sweaty, and worked up kept this bored mind of mine busy. You a man too, yo, you know how it is…” Not really the exclamation for salvation, but more of a pitiful ‘hand caught in cookie jar’ cover story.
Tseng’s patience snapped, right along with his semi-hard on. It raged to life of its own accord. The normally spicy mouthed Turk had become a guilty mess and Tseng figured it was FAR past due that Reno got a taste of his own medicine.
“Oh? I had hoped you’d especially come for me, Reno.” Tseng took a few dark and slow steps toward Reno making sure he had a swagger to his step. He watched Reno’s muscles tense even more. He was like a strung out spring ready to snap.
Reno let his mouth part slightly as Tseng slowly swaggered a few steps closer. And Reno couldn’t help but glance downward taking all of the man in. His eyes darted back to Tseng’s face and Reno’s eyes dilated.
Tseng could see Reno’s breathing pick up. Oh, this would be too easy. “Because, Turk… that would have been fun, watching YOU train, and seeing you watch ME train. Huh? What do you think of that?” Tseng really pushed Reno. He could hear him panting now.
Reno’s breath picked up at Tseng’s words. And he knew that Tseng had seen his ‘little’ problem standing at full attention. But how could he actually … maybe feel… the same as Reno? Reno couldn’t stop a small whimper from escaping his parted lips.
Tseng walked to the side of Reno but didn’t stop, he slowly stalked behind the man making his next words push air over Reno’s neck.
“What do you think of that Turk? My little Spit-fire, you are always talking back to me.” Tseng felt his own breath hitch as Reno let out a low groan.
Reno thought he was going to pass out, the stain of his iron member being untouched. And the mental strain of having his Wutai-an God slinking around his quivering body and his hot breath only inches from his neck.
The older Turk slowly rounded past Reno’s face and front, allowing his hip to ever so slightly brush against Reno’s obvious problem, though his fingers ached to touch him.
Reno was ready to close his eyes and beg Tseng to move away, or grab him, when his body ultimately betrayed him in the worst of ways. Reno’s climax hit him like a freight train, spilling his remaining coffee on his pants right over the hot cum spot, and his eyes closed as he nearly blacked out, falling right in front of Tseng to his knees and gasping. Absolutely nothing had touched him in either of his intimate places, yet here he’d made himself look like a school girl. Reno felt like tears were going to threaten him. He couldn’t look at Tseng. He was so ashamed.
Tseng might have pushed things too far. He didn’t think Reno would Cum like, just Tseng’s presence had been enough to push him over to ecstasy. Tseng bit back a groan as he felt his own cock jump painfully against the fabric of his pants at the thought.
Tseng’s eyes flashed a feral look at the still bowing red head. “Reno, Get up… to the mat’s now. You will train. And train hard till you beg me to let you stop. You need to learn control!” He knew exactly what to do next.
Reno’s eyes went huge when he heard his boss speak. He figured he’d be yelled at, or Tseng would at least be disappointed in him. Reno couldn’t let his hopes get up. There was no way this god of a man could have any feelings for him. He was just righteous at Reno for spying and was trying to convey it through snideness.
He pushed himself humbly up from his knees, but kept his face down. He didn’t see the feral look of lust in his superior’s eyes. “I’m sorry” was all that come out of his mouth.
Tseng thought to himself for a moment. They stopped on the mats. “Ok, Reno. If you are sorry then listen carefully….”
~~~End chapter 2~~~
A/N:
-Ok… fruit salad, or real ambrosia, I have not ever cared for. Or should I say, I have yet to taste a well done one. I know they can be spectacular, if the right fruit at the right peak, in the right ratio mixture, and in the right sauce, are all combined. But I used the reference to ‘Ambrosia’, simply because I love the word, and what it means. “food of the gods”
-and… sorry for the cliffy… it took me all day and all night off and on a few minutes here or there to get to this point. The whole scene… and next scene are all done in my head… but I just CANNOT convey it to words properly for some reason. I’m not happy with this chapter very much at all… but we’l see what chap 3 brings…..
Thank you!