Tseng's Company

"Shitshitshitshit..." I whispered to myself as I leapt up the stairs, getting some weird looks from other employees pottering up the stairs with their arms full of files. Why did Tseng like to see me in such fucking pain? This was going to be one crappy afternoon. Sliding the door open to level 69, I closed the staircase door and turned around to be faced with... Tseng. just standing there like he was waiting for me, a look on his face that conveyed disgust and amusement all in one. I took a step back involuntarily and watched as Tseng actually smirked at me. I know this sounds crazy, but at that moment, hidden among the fear and anxiety was...lust. I had this vision of him walking up to me, wrapping his hands in my hair and covering my lips with his. That vision had been present for a while actually, that's partly the reason I'd considered my being bi.

One day a few months back, I'd caught myself eyeing him up as he walked by. That tight ass and buffed physique got to me in the worst way, and that night I had my first erotic dream about a guy. Ever.

The thing is I find him damned attractive, and yet I'm totally scared shitless of the guy. He makes me feel self conscious, like he's inspecting me all the time, and nothing I do is ever good enough for him, which is total shit in any case but I still can't shake the feeling from my head...or that vision. However, for me, Tseng's forbidden fruit: he's my boss, and I have no idea if he sways that way anyway.

"I wondered when we'd have the honour of your company, Reno." He said silkily, and handed me a wad of paper even as I caught my breath from the run.

'Annual member report for materia usage rates - The Turks special operations. Employee no. 74891 - Reno 'Midgar'.'

Shinra always called those without last names 'Midgar', like a dog tag or something. I didn't know my parents, so I didn't know if I had a last name. As for my first name 'Reno', it was something I'd been labelled with in the slums, more of a nickname really. I didn't have a proper first name, so I let Reno stick when Shinra picked me up.

"Rufus expects this completed by four."

"How long did yours take?"

"Six hours."

"Fuck."

"And you can take it up to him personally. I'm far too busy to run errands for someone like you."

I didn't even get the chance to retort, as Tseng simply turned and swept away towards his office at the end of the corridoor, that beautiful yet damn annoying ass drawing my eye to it as he strode away. I stood in the corridoor a few minutes more as though held by a spell. When he finally slammed his door shut the spell shattered, and I looked down at the wad of paper in my hand.

"...malicious bastard." I hissed under my breath, and flicked through the essay titles and questionnaires inside the report.

"Malicious bastard!" I hissed a bit louder, and slumped off to my office, growling with annoyance.

Okay, Reno, there's nothing to it. Just focus, and you'll be done with plenty of time to spare.

Yeah I know, I didn't believe it either. I looked at the title page again:

'Annual member report for materia usage rates.'

Holy fuck was that a brain-cell killing title! I've always thought people would be so much happier if the forms they filled in had interesting names...like 'Materiamatic!' or 'The splendiferous materia report of old Midgar town!'

Okay Reno, you're going off topic. Concerntrate.

I took a deep breath and opened page one. An essay.

'On average, practical employees of Shinra, Inc. are issued with 4.7 pieces of materia per annum. Do you think that this is an acceptable amount? Please state your reasons.'

Oh crap. Question one and I had no idea how to answer it. Meh...I'd skip that one for now.

'Personal materia usage:

How many pieces of materia do you currently have?'

Well, there were two in my electro-rod, one in my belt, and then I always...

Oh fuck this! I was majorly stressed, as could be told from the erratic scrabbling for my cigarettes as I stared blankly at the paper. God damn you Tseng! God damn you... and your fine body.

I let my mind linger on that for a moment, imagining those dark lashed eyes staring at me lustfully, those dark solid hands roaming over my chest and neck, slowly making their way southwards as he rubbed himself against me. I closed my eyes and leaned back, cupping myself with a hand over my trousers. The mistake had been to close my eyes. Visions of Tseng licking my neck and touching me rapidly turned into dream, and like the stupid prick I am... I fell asleep.