Tease - COMPLETE

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Warning:



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.



OMG, RENO!!!



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 Ziggy Pasta for being my Beta…thanks and more thanks…



Disclaimer:



Don’t own, just using for my own amusement





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PLAN





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Reno had a plan. He had thought about it all night. Of course, he was dreaming about the ‘plan’ when his alarm went off at three-thirty in the morning. It took him ten minutes to realize why it had went off.



~boot camp~



He cursed Tseng as he went down to Sector 3 and joined the stupid boot camp. He had a plan, and he just about forgot what it was after the two hours of being put through the paces. Two hours of boot camp!



~more like hell~



He didn’t remember it being so hard when he was training. Of course, everyone was amused by his showing up for the training session. It seemed the Drill Sergeant…



~demon~



…was expecting him. He didn’t like the looks that he was getting, but ten minutes in, he didn’t care anymore.



His legs were numb, and his arms and shoulders ached by the time the hellish session was finished. He managed to make it to the Turk locker room, have a shower and change, as he started to remember his plan again. Thoughts of his plan were the only thing that kept him moving.



He made his way to the Mess Hall to serve the next part of his sentence. He even ate there. He kind of understood now why the grunts liked the food. After that workout he was starving to death, and the horrid food actually smelled good.



He did his job. He watched and hated it. He knew all the people that trudged through. He already knew the troublemakers, and who were the bullies that were of concern. It was a stupid assignment that really was not necessary.



And Tseng knew that.



Reno knew that he would have to file a report before the end of the day, and knew that it would be filed without so much of a glance, but he had to do it. Tseng would give him more horrid things to do, if he did not perform as expected.



He went back to his corner and sulked, thinking about his plan.



He was going to go to the Spike-Brains' training session and ask to join them.



~didn’t say it was a good plan~



He was still working on what he was going to say and do. He had no clue how to say that he thought their kissing was hot, and that he wanted to get some of that action too. He could say it like that, but he was pretty sure that Zack would grab him by the scruff of his neck and throw him out the door.



~again~



And what would Cloud say? He knew that Cloud wasn’t a prude, but asking for a threesome was a little much. What would he think of that?



~he could hate me~



Reno certainly didn’t want that. Cloud was hot. Zack was hot. Cloud and Zack kissing was like Firaga going off in a chocobo barn.



He wondered if he could just throw himself in Cloud’s lap and start to kiss him?



~Zack would kill you~



He wondered if he could do that to Zack?



~Cloud would hate me~



It was stupid. They were all stupid thoughts to begin with. Zack was being overprotective as it was, and if he tried to get in on the action, he was pretty sure that Zack would kill him.



~fuckin’ depressing~



He would just ask to join their little training sessions, not their beds, to test the grounds. That was a much better plan, even if it was going to be painful



~arousing~



… being near the two sweating, hot men.



After this morning's hellish boot camp, he did not think that he would be able to even raise his EMR. Not only were his legs stiffening up, but the million push-ups they made him do made his arms feel like mush. It was an effort to have his hourly cigarette, never mind think about training.



~they will think you’re a wuss~



He most likely would have to put off his plan, and he didn’t like that thought either.





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Reno had never been so happy to see his office chair before. The hours of standing in that cesspool of a Mess Hall had worn his nerves down, and his body. He didn’t even get a glimpse of Cloud today, which made it so much worse. His legs were sore and stiffening from the morning torture session. His arms were so rubbery that he thought that he was going to have his hands fall off.



He collapsed into his chair with a thankful sigh, glad to see a friendly familiar face in the office.



“Hiya, partner,” he called out.



Rude just nodded and went back to whatever he was reading on his computer. Reno saw that there was a pack of smokes sitting on his keyboard.



He grinned widely at the sight. They were top notch smokes; the type that were only made in Gongaga. He had been begging Zack for years to get his parents to ship back a carton or two for him.



“Hot damn!” he announced, forgetting for a moment that his arms did not rise above his head. He ran out of smokes halfway through the day, and he could really go for another one. He looked over to his partner. “Did ya leave these here?”



“I don’t buy you smokes.”



That was true. Rude had never bought him smokes before, even when he had begged.



“Did Zackers drop them off?”



~maybe he felt bad about how he talked to me yesterday~



Rude shrugged. “Were there when I got here.” Rude didn’t look up from his computer. Reno shrugged; it didn’t really matter anyway. Free smokes were still free smokes.



He opened the pack just to get a smell of that wonderful tobacco, when he noticed that there was writing under the tab. He didn’t recognize whose script it was. It wasn’t Rude’s, he always printed everything; his writing was atrocious. It wasn’t Zack’s crazy scribbles either. The writing was smooth, controlled, and gave him a disturbing message.



‘You will need these later.’



“What the fuck,” he snapped. “What the hell is that supposed to mean!”



Rude raised his eyebrow.



“Come on! Rude, who left these here?” he demanded as he looked at the message in the smokes.



Rude shrugged and tapped at his computer.



Reno knew he wasn’t going to get anything out of Rude. Rude was not one to answer questions that he already answered. It was annoying as hell, especially when he wanted to know who had left him the smokes.



~expensive and good smokes~



He sighed and cooled himself down. Did it really matter who left him the smokes? The message was a little creepy, but, whatever. He would need these smokes later, and it saved him a trip to the store.



He closed the pack and placed it inside his blazer pocket. He had to get his silly and stupid report out of the way; he turned on his computer. It felt good sitting down, but at the same time he knew that he was going to have problems getting out of the chair.



~forget training with the Spike-Brains~



He wondered if they would freak out if he just watched.



~or asked them to massage your aching muscles~



He closed his eyes and took a calming breath as his body wanted to twist uncomfortably at the mental image he just created for himself. He cursed his imagination at times like these. He had a report to get to Tseng about the nonsense gossip that was going to be filed into the circular folder.



His computer made offending beeps as he opened his email. “Ah, man,” he complained, as he read it. “Wha’ did I do now?”



An urgent meeting request from Tseng was not how he wanted to end the day.



“There is always something,” remarked Rude.



He narrowed his eyes at his partner. “You’ve been spending too much time with Sissy.”





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Reno had a paper copy of his report, even though he had sent it through the electronic filing system, as per protocol, but he wanted to make sure. He didn’t know what he had done to piss off the Boss this time. He was pretty damn sure that he was suffering enough. The hour sitting at the computer had significantly stiffened the muscles in his legs, but at least his arms were getting some of the feeling back, and his shoulders didn’t feel like rocks had landed on them.



He had gone through what he had done during the day, and tried to figure out what he had done to piss off Tseng. He hadn’t had the time to irritate anyone today. He tried to think if there was something that could have caught up to him, but there were so many of those instances, that it could nearly be anything.



~perfect ending to a perfectly sucky day~



He approached Tseng's office and thought it odd that his secretary wasn’t there. She was usually a permanent fixture there. Tseng made it a policy that no one enters his office unannounced, and Mary-Beth did the announcing. He wasn’t going to wait around until she returned though, as he saw that Tseng’s office was open. After all, he had an appointment, and Tseng was expecting him.



Reno moved his tired legs to face the music.



“’Ello?” he called as he entered the office. He took two steps in before he realized that everything was wrong; Mary-Beth being absent was just the first sign.



The second was the white jacket that was folded on the back of the black leather chair by the entrance of the room. The third was the fact that the lights were dimmed. Tseng never dimmed the lights in his office, something about energy flow, Feng Shui stuff. The fourth was the fact that it was not Tseng leaning against his desk, with arms languidly resting behind him, and his legs stretched out with the ankles crossed.



“Ah, Reno. You got the invite.”



~shit~



Reno was no chicken. He was usually the first to go headlong into a horribly bad situation, but he really wanted to run right now. He took a step back to only hear that the door clicked behind him.



The light chuckle that filled the room made his stomach flip nervously.



Reno looked towards Rufus, who had leaned back and obviously pressed the lock button for the door. Rufus drew his arm slowly so that they crossed his chest, tilting is head with a small smirk.



~trapped like a rat ~



“I have some questions to ask you,” Rufus said simply.



~questions? ~



Reno tried to control his breathing. He didn’t want Rufus to know how much he affected him.



~maybe he wants more of me~



It wasn’t that comforting of a thought. As much as the Brat Boss was attractive and all, it absolutely terrified Reno the amount of control that Rufus had over him. He wasn’t sure he liked this teasing game and how it affected him.



~turned ya into a puss~



Rufus gave another chuckle and pointed to the chair in front of him. “Sit.”



“I’m fine here, thanks,” he said.



“Really, Reno,” Rufus said. “Take off your coat and relax.”



~can’t relax around you, you teasing brat~



“I’m fine, sir,” he said.



“Come on now, Reno,” Rufus' voice was low and calming. “We can’t have a civil conversation with you standing over there.” Rufus flashed his expensive white teeth.



~how much bridgework does he have?~



Rufus scooted up so that he was sitting on the desk now, and had his ankles still crossed. Reno didn’t want to, but he found his stiff legs walking towards the Boss.



Rufus raised an eyebrow. “Has Tseng been pushing you too hard?”



“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” he quipped. He knew that if he was forced to sit again, he wouldn’t be able to get out of the chair easily. It had taken a lot of work just to get out of his office chair; he didn’t want to look like a gimp in front of the Boss. He stood beside the chair, but didn’t seat himself. He was eye to eye with the Brat now.



Rufus tilted his head as if he were pondering something. Reno didn’t want to know what the Brat Boss was thinking. “That’s good. I don’t want Tseng to be too hard on you,” Rufus said, slowly blinking his grey eyes.



~is he flirting?~



“What did ya wan’ to talk ‘bout, Boss?” Reno licked his lips and regretted it. The corner of Rufus’ mouth twitched as he did that.



~oh man, I hope I didn’t set him off!~



Rufus gave a sigh and ran his hands over his white clad thighs, his eyes boring right into him so much that Reno was afraid to turn away. “There are a few questions that I have, about those marks on your face. I want to know their meaning. I am afraid that thinking about them has been…distracting.”



~I distracted Boss? Cool!~



Reno ran his fingers over the marks on his cheeks, unable to hold back a smirk. “Ya interested in my tatts?”



“Indeed. I do believe that you said that you would tell me about them. Did you forget that you had said that?” Rufus ran a hand through his ash blond hair as if he were trying to brush it out of his eyes, only to have it fall back down in the same way.



“I remember, yo,” Reno said. Of course he had only said that when he thought he was going to get a little bit of action.



~I remember that whole fuckin’ limo ride all too well~



Rufus scooted off the desk in a smooth motion and stood before Reno. Reno felt the urge to run, but remained where he was standing. He didn’t want to be a plaything for the Boss, and he knew all to well how he could tease.



~so does everyone else~



He was also very aware of how good the Boss’ touch was, and the fact that his body would not be in the best of shape to handle such things…



…sex…



…right now.



“You look a little stiff,” Rufus said, and started to walk around Reno. Reno wanted to bolt; he didn’t want to be trapped again. “Your new morning workout routine seems to be a little much for you.” A perfect, strong hand rested on his shoulder and started to move.



He couldn’t help but groan as those fingers danced against the tense muscles in his shoulders. Boss’ hands were giving him the most amazing massage.



~he is teasing you again~



“My, you are stiff,” Rufus whispered. “You weren’t this tense the other night.”



“Are ya gonna let me touch ya this time?” he whispered, as those fingers prodded his sore muscles in a very relaxing manner. He felt himself melting at the touch.



~damn, Boss is dragging me down him again, and it feels so good~



“Maybe,” Rufus said in a soft whisper against his ear. Rufus’ hands were rotating on his shoulders to his shoulder blades. That simple word sent chills running up and down Reno's spine. That word held so much promise for things that could be done.



A polished finger came up and stroked his cheek. Reno found himself turning his head to meet that touch. “When did you get these? They do emphasize your cheekbones nicely, and I believe the color of your hair is the same as the ink. How novel.”



“Yeah. Got ‘em when I was twelve,” Reno said in a hushed whisper. Rufus’ finger ran under his eye and up the side of his face, following the curve of the tattoo, only to run back down again.



~Boss' touch is so gentle~



“Twelve?” Rufus said with a little bit of shock in his voice. “Why so young? I thought it was illegal? Who would mark you at such a young age?” Rufus’ hands were on his shoulders again as he spoke. They were gently massaging him and relaxing him.



~disarmingly so ~



“Uh… well, kinda was in the wrong crowd,” Reno said. He really didn’t want to elaborate. He had put it past him. He didn’t really want to talk about it.



“Wrong crowd indeed. At least they made it becoming. Why your face?” Rufus gave a questioning hum. “Tell me why this was done to you.”



He hesitated to speak and Rufus seemed to notice this. “You need to relax, my Swan.” Rufus' hands reached over his shoulders and pulled his jacket open and then down with practiced ease. Reno didn’t have time to protest the removal, as the Boss swiftly tossed it onto the chair he was supposed to be sitting in. He felt himself being turned and pushed, so that the Brat was in front of him and Reno was pushed against Tseng’s mahogany desk. Rufus stood in front of Reno and brought both his hands to his face, caressing the marks with his thumbs.



“Tell me, Swan,” Rufus said with a curious and concerned look on his face. “Who would deface such soft skin with ink?” Rufus' smooth thumbs kept gently stroking his face.



“Just the wrong crowd, Boss,” he said, relaxing under the touch. He didn’t realize being stroked like that was almost going to make him purr. Damn, it felt good.



“What kind of crowd was it? Hmm? I have read your file and there was no mention other than that you grew up in the slums. Who did you hang out with in the slums?”



“G-gang,” Reno whispered and closed his eyes, becoming absorbed in the touch. He didn’t even know that it could be a sensual spot.



~Boss knows how to calm a guy down~



“What kind of gang?” Rufus asked. “Did you not have family?”



Reno opened his eyes to look into the concerned grey ones of his boss. Was he really concerned? He couldn’t really tell with him. “Just a gang,” Reno whispered. He vaguely remembered a woman that looked after him, but was sure that she wasn’t his mother. He didn’t know who his father was either, and didn’t care. He did remember that he had to take care of himself a lot.



Rufus repeated, “Just a gang?”



Reno nodded. Rufus stopped stroking his cheeks and moved his hands to rest them onto Reno’s shoulders lightly. “I do not seem to recall any other gang markings like this. Why were you marked like this?”



“It’s nothin’ special,” Reno said. Reno never had people who were really interested in how he got the marks. He had not even told Rude or Tseng. The only guy that knew the reason, and what the markings meant, was Legend and maybe Verdot. Hell, Legend was the reason why he was in the Turks. Usually just mentioning that he was part of a gang was enough to get them off his back about the strange markings.



“I think there is a heavy story behind these,” Rufus said and dragged his hands from Reno’s shoulders down his chest, so that his hands were resting at the bottom of his ribs. Reno gasped at the touch and tried to regulate his breathing. “And the ones that I glimpsed the other night.” Rufus’ fingers were massaging just beneath his ribs where his other tattoos wrapped and connected. Not many people had even seen them. The gang story worked well for that as well, if they happen to be seen. He doubted it would cut it with the Boss.



“Yeah,” Reno said, glad that he was able to get his breathing calmed down, despite how his groin betrayed him.



Rufus tilted his head to the side, as if pondering him. “Is it a painful story?”



“A bit,” Reno whispered, and daring the touch, he put his hands on his Rufus’ wrists where they were touching him. He was grateful when Rufus didn’t push him away and allowed the touch. Reno ran his hands up the black clad arm so that he was cupping his elbow. He looked up to meet Rufus’ eyes and saw concern there.



~maybe I am not just a plaything~



Rufus leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss.



~amazing kiss~



It started off as their lips touching together. Reno knew he was pushing his luck by deepening the kiss, but Rufus didn’t seem to mind when Reno pushed his tongue into his mouth. Reno tightened his grip on Rufus’ elbow, afraid that he was going to pull away. He would have leaned more into the kiss but his body just wasn’t going to move that way, so instead, Reno moved his tongue so that it stroked the Boss’. He was pleased to hear the small moan that he was getting out of the Boss.



The kiss finally broke and Reno realized that Rufus was pressed against his chest and his hands were gripping Reno’s sides almost painfully. Reno was aware that his erection was pressing against his boss’ hip, and there was no hiding it.



“I want to know,” Rufus said. “No more distracting me with that tongue of yours.” Rufus hummed lowly and moved a hand to stroke the tattoo on his right cheek in that wonderful, soothing motion.



“It’s sorta an underground thing,” Reno whispered, finding his eyes closing as he nuzzled into the touch.



“Underground?” Rufus said. “What did you do in the gang?”



Reno sighed and tried to lean further into the touch against his cheek. “Stuff. Some of it pretty bad,” Reno whispered. “Had to do it to stay alive, yo.”



Rufus made a humming sound and Reno felt his lips touch his again.



“I-I don’t talk about it much,” Reno murmured against Rufus' lips.



“That bad?” Rufus whispered back. Reno felt the hand on his side start to stroke up and down. He knew that he shouldn’t be soothed by what was happening. He knew that he should be disturbed and upset.



~He smells so good~



He wished he could place the scent but it was calming…



~maybe it’s a drug~



…and soothing. He wanted to bury his face into his hair. Reno rested his hands on the Boss’ hips, but still not opening his eyes.



“Sometimes,” he mumbled back, leaning forward blindly, hoping to capture a kiss and was grateful when he was greeted with the sensuous lips.



“Your tattoos tell what you did for them?” Rufus asked lowly.



Reno nodded and opened his eyes. He wished he would have kept them closed.



“Yo, I don’t need your pity, Boss,” Reno said as he saw the serious face of Rufus.



“I want to understand,” Rufus said.



“Life sucked. Real hard, but I am past it, yo. They're just marks,” Reno made his voice strong, but he sure as hell didn’t feel strong. Rufus was still stroking his cheek and it was calming him again. Rufus’ lips took his again and he hungrily accepted them, as long as he didn’t have to talk anymore.



~damn sexy interrogation technique~



The thought made him pull back from the kiss. Is that all this was? An interrogation? He wondered if Rufus was just putting on the moves to get him to talk.



~oh yeah, like your tatts are really that entertaining~



“Reno?” Rufus whispered, still stroking him. Reno was glad that he was allowed to touch this time. Feeling the warmth and steady sides against his hands told him that it couldn’t all be teasing.



~has to like me a little bit to kiss like that~



“I ran drugs,” Reno blurted. “I was small, and fit into tight places; came in handy for gettin' away. Did a little of the product too, for testin' purposes, ya know.”



Rufus hummed, and Reno closed his eyes again. He didn’t want to have them open when he said the next part. “They marked ya when you were willing to do… do certain things.” He took a shaky breath. Rufus' hand squeezed his side and Reno felt a little bit reassured by it. “Hell, they all thought I was gonna die before I turned 14.” Reno chuckled. “So did I.”



Reno felt small kisses being placed along his jaw line, and then one on his nose. He didn’t open his eyes. He couldn’t just yet.



“I was heavy into the drug by then. Real heavy, man. I agreed to a-a few things. Don’t remember most of 'em. These face tatts were part of it,” Reno whispered. “It marked me as owned.”



“Owned?” Rufus said next to his ear.



“Made sure that the dough went to the right owner,” Reno said. “It made sure my drugs came to me when I needed it, and I got returned to the right room.”



“You were a child,” Rufus stated.



“Yeah, well, I had my uses,” Reno said. “I may have been a child, but I was never a kid, ya know.”



There was a cold sparkle in Rufus’ eye as Reno finished speaking. The ruthless boss was sneaking out. “The one that owned you, is he dead?” Rufus asked.



“Yeah, Legend took care of him, good.”



“Good,” Rufus said and the coldness left his eyes, and amusement replaced it. “I want to see the rest of your markings.”



“Nothin’ spectacular there, Boss,” Reno said.



Rufus made that humming sound again.



~like the Boss is purring~



“Do not sell yourself short,” Rufus whispered, and moved in for a kiss, which Reno gladly took. The kiss and warm caressing hand against his cheek was so distracting, Reno didn’t notice that Rufus was unbuttoning his shirt until he felt the fabric being parted.



“Whoa, dude,” Reno said a bit startled and slightly embarrassed that he just called his boss 'dude'. Rufus leaned back slightly so he could look down Reno’s body, his fingers dancing to the red marks that were at the bottom of his rib cage.



~he got me nearly naked again~



“Were these to mark you as owned, as well?”



He nodded as Rufus' hands ran up to his shoulders under his shirt, where they resumed their relaxing, gentle massage. Reno wanted to keep his hands on the Boss’ hips. He didn’t want to stop touching him, because that meant that he had some control over this situation.



“The ones on your back? How old were you when you got them?” Rufus asked as his hands continued to massage.



“Uh,” Reno said and gripped his boss’ hips tightly, even pulling him a bit closer. “I started it when I was – uh- ten,” he whispered, pleased to feel that Rufus was becoming aroused as he was. There was even a warm glow that crossed Rufus' cheeks, and his lips were pinker than he remembered seeing before.



~did I make Rufus flush like that last time?~



“Ten?” Rufus said and started to move his hands down his arms, taking the shirt with them.



“Uh-huh. Hides the scars,” he breathed the answer, and was suddenly aware that Rufus' motion was making him remove his hands from his hips and forcing them slightly behind him, trapped in the sleeves of his white shirt.



“Scars?” Rufus queried, tilting his head slightly, so that his ash blond hair covered one of his eyes.



Reno's heart began to race as he started to feel trapped. Rufus' hands were firmly down on his wrists, and his own shirt was keeping him from moving his arms to free himself.



“From what?” Rufus asked.



“Got caught,” Reno whispered and tried to move his arms out of the impromptu bindings, feeling a little panicked. “Boss?”



Rufus blinked slowly and a smirk came over his lips. “Got caught doing what?” Rufus ignored the plea in Reno’s voice.



“Boss?” Reno asked, starting to come out of his daze and becoming a little alarmed that he allowed this to happen.



“Reno,” Rufus said and moved forward to give him another mind blowing kiss. “I want to know about you,” he said, his lips still touching Reno's as he spoke.



~does he mean that?~



The way Rufus spoke was enough to melt Reno. “Who hurt you?”



“It-it was a run gone bad,” Reno whispered, his lips moving against Rufus', who seemed to be breathing with him. “Got caught. The guy liked playing with knives. Tatts hide most of the scars, ya know.” Reno leaned forward to capture those lips, and was grateful that Rufus allowed it and deepened the kiss.



~wanna touch~



Reno tried to move his arms but Rufus' firm grip held them still. Rufus seemed to see that he wanted him to move. “I want to see,” Rufus whispered, his eyes looking over his body, and it seemed as if he didn’t just want to see his tattoos.



~damn hungry eyes~



“I wanna touch,” Reno replied.



“Of course you do,” Rufus said with a suddenly wide, amused smile. “But I get to see you first.”



Reno felt his arm being pulled and tugged as he was twisted around so that his hips…



~and groin~



… were pressed painfully against the desk. His leg protested the sharp movement and one of his knees gave out. Rufus had to grab him to keep him from falling, and in the movement he pressed against him, pushing him forward on top of the desk. His arms, being held by his shirt, painfully stretched behind him. Reno hissed in pain and gave a small yelp before he could get his knee back under him. He straightened his back so the position wasn’t as uncomfortable.



Rufus hummed. “I forgot about your taxing morning workout.”



“You could give me a break, Boss,” Reno said.



“I let you touch me, earlier,” Rufus said, and Reno felt Rufus pressing against his bottom…



~still excited~



…and talented hands stroked him from his hips to his shoulder blades, and back down again. Reno tried to turn his head to see what Rufus was doing, but then he realized that he could see the reflection of Rufus in the window in front of him. Rufus looked enamoured by the tattoos that covered his back. It started between his shoulders, in blade like swirls which rolled down his spine to the middle of his back. He could feel Rufus use one of his fingers to trace the lines, and it caused him to shiver at the mysterious, gentle touch.



“Almost tribal,” Rufus whispered. The reflection showed that Rufus had a curious smile melting into a look of concern. The middle of his back was the worst of the scars, and the lines were a little thicker; they didn’t really hide the old wounds all that well. It was the only place where the tattoo artist used a different color ink, to place an image of a blade; the same type of blade that was used to give him the scars. His hand rested there for a bit and Rufus made that humming sound before he continued down to his lower back.



“The guy that cut me had enough courtesy to be symmetrical, ya know,” Reno said as fingers traced to his lower back, where some of the marks disappeared into his pants. Reno had to shift his stance a little as the touch was making his groin uncomfortably hard against the desk.



“How kind of him,” Rufus said sarcastically. Reno watched his head duck down and he felt Rufus' lips pressed between his shoulder blades. Reno bowed his head forward and closed his eyes. He heard a sound and realized it was his groaning.



“They’re beautifully done.” Another kiss further down, before he felt his boss give out a heavy sigh. Rufus stood erect behind him and wrapped his hands around Reno’s waist, placing him in a tight hug. Reno could feel Rufus pressed firmly against his back, and a kiss was placed against his neck. He leaned into it, wanting to kiss that hot mouth again.



It felt kind of weird and strange to be held like this. It was almost like he cared about him, or something.



He wasn’t used to that.



“Boss?” he said. He tried pulling his arms around so that he could embrace the arms that were holding him, but his damn shirt was preventing that. “Can I touch ya now?”



“I haven’t seen it all yet,” Rufus whispered against his ear, and Reno felt Rufus’ hands moving down his belly to his pants.



~fuck~



He closed his eyes as he felt those nimble fingers undo the button and start to pull down his zipper.



~this is way too much~



Reno gasped in a couple of breaths as he felt himself being exposed, and wished he hadn’t put on underwear after his shower. Rufus ran his fingers over his bulge.



“Fuck,” he gasped and pushed his bottom against Rufus, who was obviously enjoying the interaction as well.



“Maybe,” Rufus whispered against his ear before nibbling on his earlobe.



Reno didn’t care how sore he was from the morning workout. That word was making his heart race...



~and your dick twitch~



…wildly again. If Rufus was going to screw him, so be it. He had never wanted it so bad in his life before. He had never been so turned on…



~fuckin’ horny~



…ever, and now he really wanted to get screwed into the desk. Or if Boss wanted to be screwed, Reno was more than willing to do that, too. Hell, he would take a damn hand job right now from those pampered hands.



~that would be so damn awesome~



Rufus hummed against his ear again, and a hand was pressed a little more purposefully against his crotch. A finger rubbed his tip through the cloth of his underwear. “I may have overexcited you.”



“No shit, Boss,” Reno said, and was greeted with a deeply amused chuckle.



Reno turned his head to the side as far as he could, and was pleased to see that Rufus moved to greet him with a greedy kiss. Reno’s heart began to beat faster and his breathing quickened.



~Won’t need to worry about my plan, now~



That was when the room suddenly got bright.



It took Reno a couple of blinks to realize what was happening. He was a bit startled by the abrupt warmth of Rufus' body leaving him and no longer being wrapped around him, or even leaning against him. “Oh, Tseng. You are back early.”



Reno groaned and turned his head to the side, seeing a very shocked-looking Tseng standing at the door with his hand on the light switch.



“Mr. Vice-President?” Tseng said, his dark eyes widening at the scene in front of him.



Reno groaned as he realized what he looked like. His arms pinned down at his side by his own shirt, his pants open and nearly exposed on top of Tseng’s desk, all accomplished by the Vice-President himself.



Reno stiffly put his shirt back on his shoulders and fiddled with his pants, nearly catching himself in his fly. He felt his face burning as he stole a glance at Rufus, and he didn’t see him the least bit ashamed at what he had done.



~Brat set me up~



“I needed to use your office for a personal meeting,” Rufus said, and straightened his slightly askew vest. At least he had to adjust his pants a bit.



~at least I know I turned him on~



“I see,” Tseng said, obviously trying to school his features. Reno couldn’t decide if he was hiding amusement or shock, but he wasn’t going to hang around to find out. Reno grabbed his jacket, ignored the pain in his legs, and darted out of the room.



~never look at that desk the same again~



Reno ignored the shocked-looking secretary as he darted out as quickly as he could, very aware that his shirt was still open as he struggled to get his jacket over his shoulders.



He wanted nothing more than to hide from the world right now. He needed a cigarette to calm his nerves. He would have to wait until he got into his apartment and stumbled onto his balcony, but he still pulled out the pack of Gongaga smokes anyway. The pack of smokes with the ominous message that was inside it.



“Fuck!” he shouted, and nearly threw the cigarettes away.





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