Tease - COMPLETE

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TEASE





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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.



Pre-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…



Yeah, for those of you that reviewed… *sheepish smile* and I responded… I took to teasing you all about Reno and what will be in this chapter… I hope I am not going to be disappointed or upset with this RENO-CENTRIC CHAPTER. *Evil laughter sound track here*

*ahem* On with the show!



Disclaimer

Don’t own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.





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INCUBUS





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“Sir?”



“Come in Reno,” Tseng said in a cool voice.



Reno was nervous as he looked around the entrance way. He only had vague memories of somehow making his way to Tseng’s apartment. He did remember that he had refused to go to his office again, but he didn’t remember why or how he had accepted entering Tseng’s personal apartment.



It had been a trying week. Legend had gone to Kalm and even with the knowledge that Rufus wasn’t around, he found himself still nervous and edgy.



~Sephiroth is still lurking about and I still don’t know what to do about him!~



Reno was so grateful for seeing Cloud today. He wanted to talk to the man, but it was hard with a crowd full of testosterone-enhanced boys eating the awful swill. He was grateful for the oh-so-short shoulder massage that he was given before he had to go through the rest of the foggy blur of a day.



He was still trying to remember how he got to Tseng’s place.



He had only been to his boss' place once before and had been in awe of it then, and it was no different now. It was immaculately neat and organized, decorated in muted tans and blacks, with a few decorations on the walls. Tseng didn’t have a television, but a nice stereo system that was playing some soothing music in the living room.



“Would you like a drink? Coffee? Or something a little harder? You look dead on your feet,” Tseng said as he moved into the little and immaculately clean kitchen.



“Uh…Do ya have some soda?” Reno asked as he realized that the Boss Man was not wearing his uniform or even a suit. Tseng was wearing a pair of dark slacks that were a little snugger than his normal uniform pants, and stretched delightfully…



~never considered the boss’ ass before~



…as he bent over to retrieve a can from the fridge.



Reno caught the can of cola that was tossed at him. Tseng's shirt was rose-coloured cotton…



~it looks like the shirt I bought with that fancy suit. I thought he returned the stuff~



… that was rolled up at the sleeves and open at his throat. He had never seen that much skin exposed on his boss. He was always so proper and primped, and here he was… without shoes.



He swallowed hard. Tseng had bare feet and he could see his ankles as he padded into the living room, holding a bottle of water in his hand. “Come join me in the living room,” Tseng said in his calm, soothing voice.



Reno was sure that this was the first time that he saw Tseng wear his hair down instead of in the ponytail that he usually wore tied at the nape of his neck.



“How did I get here again?” he asked and followed Tseng.



Tseng sniffed. “You seemed still too nervous to attend my office for a talk, so I thought this would be more relaxing.” Tseng sat in a chair, crossing his legs in a formal fashion, but still looking more relaxed than he ever did in meetings or in his office. “I’m not here to trap you.”



“Sure.” Reno sat on his couch, opening the can. He was sure that Tseng would not wilfully aid the Brat Boss in his sexual harassment pursuits, and he knew that Rufus was still in Kalm, but he still felt a tension in his shoulders and belly. He really didn’t want to get trapped again.



~by Brat Boss or Mr. Frost~



“Legend and I had a long talk about your… situation,” Tseng said, taking a drink of his water.



Reno sighed heavily and wished he had asked for something stronger. He knew this was where the conversation was going to go, and he really didn’t want to talk about it.



“So ya know that I’m bein’ sexually deprived and stalked,” Reno muttered. “I don’ really wan’ ta talk about it.”



“It is affecting your efficiency.” Tseng uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees…



~shit, his chest is awesome~



…resting his chin in the nest of his hands; a posture that reminded him of Rufus.



~and when did I start checkin' out Tseng?~



Reno felt really uncomfortable. Was Tseng hitting on him or was it an overactive imagination? He had heard an unconfirmed rumour that Tseng swung both ways. There was even a rumour that he had a fling with a young male recruit before he was elevated to being Veld’s right-hand man. He wasn’t sure of any of it. He had never seen Tseng show any interest in anyone but that girl they were watching in the slums, but Tseng was way too professional to let anything show much.



“Jus’ tired Boss,” Reno said. “Runnin’ the gauntlet every mornin’ is pretty tirin’.” Reno tried to avoid looking into his boss' dark eyes.



“Legend was saying that you’ve been sleeping better.” Tseng leaned back and took a drink of water. Tseng ran his tongue of his lips to catch some water that escaped the bottle.



~fuck, I really need to get laid if I think Tseng is hittin' on me~



“Yeah, a bit,” Reno admitted. Having Legend around had been helping him sleep. Of course, Legend was in Kalm now and not having the security of him around was affecting his sleep again. It only took a couple of days for the exhaustion to seep back into his very bones.



“You will no longer be required to attend the boot camp and observe the Mess. I think you have learned your lesson.”



Reno smiled. “Really? You're not jus’ fuckin’ with me, yo? ” He stood up from the couch and felt like dancing, but refrained.



Tseng made a low chuckle. “I do not joke, Reno.”



Reno whooped and jumped.



Tseng gave a low…



~damn his laugh his sexy~



… chuckle as he shook his head, with his loose hair spreading around his shoulders. He really should wear his hair like that more often, it was sexy.



~stop thinking like that or you’ll have to spend an hour in the shower~



“I need you for regular duties.”



“This is great! I miss my chopper, man. I haven’t been in the air for months, yo!” Reno said, literally bouncing on his heels. “Back to normal duty! Sweet! It’s like a dream come true, yo!”



“It has not been that long.” Tseng chuckled, rising from his chair and walked towards his little kitchen. “Would you like something stronger now?”



“It’s right away, ya? I mean, I can sleep in tomorrow and all, ya?” he asked. Sleeping in would mean at least sleeping until six instead of waking up at the godforsaken hour of three-thirty in the morning.



“Effective immediately.” Tseng nodded as he reached into a cupboard that was by the fridge. Even from the living room, Reno could see an impressive collection of expensive-looking alcoholic bottles. “Vodka is your favourite, correct?”



“Yeah,” Reno said, walking toward where Tseng was pouring some mighty fine…



~not Banora apple flavoured, but it’ll do~



…vodka into a fancy crystal glass.



He licked his lips in anticipation of the drink. “Would you like ice?” Tseng was already reaching into the freezer. “I should have anticipated this and placed the bottle in the freezer earlier.”



Reno nodded.



He watched his boss put two cubes of ice in the vodka. Tseng handed over the glass. “Thanks Boss,” Reno said gladly, twirling the ice around in the glass, enjoying the clink of the sound of the ice hitting the crystal.



Tseng let out a sigh, a sad uncertain sound that sounded odd coming from the boss. Tseng leaned against the counter; he crossed his arms and looked down at his bare feet. “I also have to offer you an apology.”



~what? Am I dreaming? Tseng just apologized… to me!~



“Don’t look so stunned,” Tseng said, tilting his head so that his hair fell loosely over one of his shoulders.



~Boss Man never looks this relaxed~



“Whatcha apologizin' for?”



“I have been quite harsh with you. You have done sillier things than charge extra clothes on a ticket.” He rubbed the sleeve of his pink shirt and a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.



~it IS the shirt I bought him!~



“I also believe that you were quite justified in not wanting to come to my office after your… exchange with Rufus.” Tseng pushed himself from the counter.



~whoa, what is he doing?~



He stood stunned as Tseng reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder and focused those dark eyes on him. His firm hand squeezing gently as he leaned in. “I may have been over-zealous in my actions.”



“Hey, don’ worry about it, yo,” Reno quickly said. He felt a little nervous and a little curious at the same time. Tseng was standing right in front of him in a…



~sexy~



…unbuttoned rose shirt, apologizing. Tseng did not apologize for anything. He always had something to justify his orders and actions. There was never anything random about him.



Reno heard the ice clink gently on the side of his glass. His hand was shaking slightly.



“I am worried about it, though, Reno,” Tseng said, seeming to move closer. “I have placed one of my best Turks in a position that may be harmful. I have been selfish in how I have been treating you. I need to remedy what I can.”



“Remedy what you can?” Reno whispered and brought the shaking glass of vodka to his lips. Tseng’s hand squeezed his shoulder again. “What do you mean by that?”



~oh, Gaia~



“I did mention that Legend and I had a conversation about your… issues,” Tseng said, drawing out the last word eloquently. Only Tseng’s deep rumble could turn that word so sexy. Tseng blinked slowly as he looked at him. There was no doubt that he was flirting with him.



“Yeah,” Reno whispered and took another drink to find the ice bumping against his lip. He had already finished the drink that Tseng poured and he didn’t remember finishing it. Tseng took the glass out of his hand, placed it on the counter and then turned his focus back to him.



“I won’t be able to remedy them all, but I can help with one,” Tseng whispered and moved his other hand to his side and pulled him close. “If you will let me.”



~wha? Tseng is offering to lend a hand? ~



“Boss?” he asked, feeling his breath quicken. Tseng was the last person in the world that he thought would put the moves on him. He couldn't say that he hadn’t admired his boss. He was handsome and all, but not his usual type that he went for. Tseng was so controlled and a calculating type of person, where as he was sloppy and random. Tseng barely tolerated him some days at work. Why would Tseng even be thinking about sleeping with him…



Is that what he wanted?



This was so unlike Tseng and it felt kind of strange.



~so wrong~



It was wrong. Tseng was offering to help him, but when it came to matters of sex…



“Unsure?” Tseng's voice gave a low rumble. “You need not worry about it. It could only be for tonight, if you wish.” Tseng was rubbing his side and was so close to leaning against him.



He was completely unsure. This was Tseng. Casual flings and Tseng were not two things that went together.



~is he just teasin' me?~



“For real, Boss?” Reno said, desperately trying to control his breathing before he started to hyperventilate.



“I do not joke, Reno.” Tseng moved closer and Reno just about jumped out of his skin at the feeling his boss' lips pressed against his own. A tongue demanding entry into his mouth with some gentle prodding, and Reno allowed the entry.



~Tseng kisses like Rufus~



Tseng dominated the kiss and Reno felt as if he was losing any semblance of control. Reno backed away, panting. Tseng stood in place, but had a predatory smile on his face.



“I do not intend to tease you like the others, Reno,” Tseng promised and ran a hand across his own chest and undid a button on his pink shirt, exposing more of his delicious-looking chest. “Unless, of course, you want to be teased.”



“No!” Reno said quickly, very confused by his own words and how his feet pushed him back into Tseng’s arms. The dark-haired man quickly started to kiss his neck, and Reno moved his head to allow the man easier access.



~I can’t believe this is happenin'



Tseng hummed against his throat, sending the shocks through his whole body and straight to his core. “We should retire to the bedroom,” Tseng said, moving his lips against his throat and moving to Reno's jaw as he continued to talk. “It will be more comfortable there.”



~bedroom?~



Tseng moved to stand beside him, an arm firmly around his waist and leading him rather quickly to a bedroom.



He thought Tseng’s bedroom was kind of disappointing. It looked like his room, just neater. The bed was a double with some plain white sheets and a single boring pillow. The dresser against the wall even looked remarkably like his. Tseng was able to keep his closet door closed. He didn’t think he had closed the door in the whole time he had been in his apartment; even the mirror that was on the back of the bathroom door looked like his.



~mustn’t have upgraded from the basic ShinRa furnishings~



Reno sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Tseng. The rose shirt was gone and Tseng’s pants were undone exposing the fact that he wore a pair of blue boxers beneath those slacks.



~when did he do that?~



“I will gladly take care of you,” Tseng said and reached down to tug Reno’s belt. Reno yelled as the belt was whipped from the loops of his pants, and he was pushed onto the bed. Tseng laughed as his hands were working on his pants.



“Holy crap!” Reno blurted and wiggled up on the bed. He was all for an enthusiastic romp, but this was Tseng – controlled, stoic, and conservative.



“Is this not what you want?” Tseng said as he moved onto the bed, hovering over him. “I said I would help with your frustration. It is what I can do for you.” Before Reno could even respond, Tseng's mouth was on his with his body pressing against him. He never thought that Tseng would be such an enthusiastic kisser. They pulled apart panting. Tseng had a…



~evil~



…strange smile on his lips. “Or do you need more to drink?”



~he wants to get me drunk?~



“Jus’ haven’t seen ya like this, Boss,” Reno said with his eyes examining his boss that hovered over him. Tseng was even flushed and looking damn hot with his hair loose and framing his face. This was a side that he had never seen in him. “Not used to it, yo.”



“Did you think I was that much of a stick-in-the-mud that I could not appreciate some good sex?” Tseng busied his hand onto Reno’s shirt, grabbing each side into heavy fists and pulling, causing the buttons to rip and pop.



“Hey! What the hell, yo!?” Reno yelled, grabbing at Tseng’s arms which still held fistfuls of his shirt.



“I will recover the cost of destroying your shirt. This one was stained, anyway,” Tseng said and lowered his head to Reno’s chest. Reno let out another cry as his warm mouth sucked on one of his nipples.



Reno reached up and pushed his hands into Tseng’s loose black hair, gripping it firmly. He was torn between pushing him away or encouraging him to keep going.



~this is so weird~



Tseng raised his head slightly and had that strange smile on his lips again. His tongue darted out and licked his wet nipple. “Do you like that?” Tseng said as he continued to tease his nipples.



“Damn, Boss,” Reno gasped.



Tseng chuckled. “You are a little oversensitive.” He licked again, causing Reno to groan and buck his hips.



~damn right I’m oversensitive~



“And eager.”



“But…” Reno began, but Tseng quickly reached down and grabbed Reno’s pants and lifted, causing Reno to gasp.



“You are wearing too much clothing for us to continue,” Tseng said abruptly and Reno found himself flipped and being stripped in quick, efficient movements.



~naked in Tseng’s bed~



Reno tried to scurry forward on the bed, at least he tried to. Tseng grabbed his ankle and kept him prone on the bed. He turned his head quickly and saw that Tseng was now naked too.



~how the hell did he get rid of his clothes too?~



A hard slap across his ass caused him to jerk and yell a bit. “I want you right here in the centre of the bed,” Tseng said, reaching around his hips and flipping him back into the supine pose so that he was now on full display.



He blushed slightly. He was not one to blush easily but this was the weirdest foreplay that he had ever encountered.



Tseng licked his lips as he was standing between his legs at the end of the bed. “Well, aren’t you just the bashful one,” Tseng chuckled. Tseng was very naked and very much standing at attention. Reno licked his lips at the sight of his boss’ uncircumcised cock bouncing in front of him. How it was framed in dark curls – it was just like he had imagined it would be. It was the perfect length and girth to hold in one’s hand.



“Like what ya are seeing?” Tseng said.



~'ya'?~



He nodded, though, because he very much did like he was seeing and his own body was responding in kind. His very neglected organ stood and wept for attention. He licked his lips and reached up to touch what was being offered to him.



“No,” Tseng said, reaching down to grab both his hands to pin them at his side.



Reno felt a familiar panic rise in him. “Ya said ya weren’t gonna tease,” Reno heard the whine in his voice. He didn’t want yet another person teasing him.



“I’m not,” Tseng said, giving him a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m going to take care of you.” Tseng trailed the kisses across his jaw, over his eyes and then down to his neck.



“Then stop teasin',” Reno whimpered and thrust his hips so that he pressed against the firm belly above him. He didn’t care how weird it was that Tseng was the one that was doing this to him. He could regret it in the morning.



Tseng made a humming sound. “I will not tease you like Rufus did. I will allow you to touch, but I do want to taste you first.”



Reno couldn’t help but chuckle as he moved up to capture Tseng’s lips and forced his way into his mouth.



~might as well enjoy the ride~



The kiss broke with Tseng laughing. “Those others will not appreciate what they are missing.” Tseng moved lowering himself to the bed. “Your SOLDIERS don’t know what they are missing. They had you right under their noses and didn't even realize what they could have with you.”



~damn, I can still dream



Tseng lowered himself further and Reno could feel him breathing against his cock. “Sephiroth would only use you as a toy to satisfy his carnal urges.”



~being Sephiroth's toy doesn’t sound that bad~



Tseng’s tongue traced around his throbbing head, causing Reno to thrust – trying to get more – towards the warm mouth.



“And Rufus would turn you into a blubbering fool. He doesn’t appreciate the strength in those that he has had, but I can give you what you need,” Tseng said, running his tongue up the vein on his cock.



Reno shivered. “Then quit being a damn tease like they are and suck it already!”



Tseng chuckled. “Of course.”



And Tseng was as good as his word. He felt that warm cavern surround him. Reno closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of a blowjob. It had felt like forever since he had anyone in his bed.



~you're in Tseng’s bed right now~



Tseng let go of Reno’s hands and started to explore Reno’s body by rubbing up and down his thighs and sides. Reno looked down at Tseng but couldn’t see his face; his dark hair was hanging in the way. He reached down to the man’s face to move the hair.



~dreamy~



Tseng’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked on him. Tseng’s dark eyes rolled up to meet his, there was a sparkle there and his warm mouth sucked a little harder. He felt one of Tseng’s hands reach between his legs and caressed his balls.



Reno groaned and tried to keep focused on the dark-haired man pleasuring him.



~still so wrong~



His mind still couldn’t let that argument go, even though his body was already inside of Tseng’s warm, heavenly mouth.



“Boss!”



Tseng lifted his head abruptly, a small popping noise as Reno’s cock left his mouth. “Don’t call me that!” His voice was full of demand and authority. “I am sucking you off right now. Do not call me 'Boss'. Call me by my name or else I will not let you release!”



Reno took in a series of rapid breaths. Boss – Tseng was glaring at him with intense eyes. “Sorry B… Tseng,” he gasped. “Please continue.”



Tseng tilted his head to one side, his agile tongue licking his narrow lips. “Would you rather wait until one of those that are teasing you to do this?” His voice was lit with anger now. “Would you rather have the puppy nipping between your legs?” Tseng nipped at him, causing Reno to jump. His teeth were sharp as they grazed the oversensitive skin on the side of his cock. “Would you rather that chocobo nuzzling you?” Tseng licked at his cock to emphasize the point. “If they wanted you, they would be here taking care of you right now instead of coveting themselves,” Tseng said, his hand increasing the grip around the base of his cock.



“Tseng,” he whimpered.



“Or you can wait until Mr. Frost melts enough to do more than thrust you against the wall and threaten you in an elevator,” Tseng said as he started to stroke Reno’s inflamed cock.



~what the hell? Tseng doesn’t use slang or nicknames~



“Do you think that the green-eyed monster would kneel before you and pleasure you? Don’t let his gifts of smokes fool you into thinking that he may actually like you. No. He would push you to your knees and thrust himself into that loud mouth of yours.”



~I didn’t tell Legend about the smokes. How would Tseng know about them?~



“Tseng?” He looked at the man at the end of the bed. “This is so surreal,” Reno whispered as he found himself staring into those dark, angry eyes.



Tseng gave him a soft smile, still stroking Reno in a steady familiar fashion. The other hand was holding his balls in a snug vice, squeezing gently. “Of course it is,” Tseng whispered. “Close your eyes, Reno. Just let it happen.”



“Tseng?”



Reno was so confused. Tseng was being strange; using slang and nicknames, being sexy, and so horny, going from angry to soft, then stroking him again. It was all so very odd. He felt like a whore for allowing this to happen. He wasn’t a slut anymore. He liked sex and all, but he didn’t just throw himself at any man that offered himself to him.



~beg to differ. Tseng is about to jack you off~



“Close those eyes, and let it happen, Red,” Tseng said.



~he doesn’t call me 'Red'



“Tseng?” he whispered and blinked at the man above him.



“Don’t you want to come, Red?” Tseng said, his hands picking up speed. Reno pushed his hips forward to match the movements. “I see you do.”



“It’s better this way,” Tseng said. “Help me make you come.” His voice was filled with passion and demand.



Reno released his sheets and put his hand over Tseng’s that was moving steadily on his cock. “How did I get here again?” Reno panted, slowly closing his eyes as the intensity of the stroking increased.



Tseng’s rumble-like laugh reached his ears. “You dreamed yourself here, of course.”



~what?~



He didn’t have time to contemplate the thought for long, as an orgasm took him and he felt himself spurt on his belly and chest. He let out a scream that seemed to change the room around him.



When he opened his eyes to look at Tseng, there was no one standing at the end of the bed. The only hands on his body were his own, one holding his softening member, the other cupping his balls, and he was in his own bare bedroom.



~alone~



His sheets were wildly tossed and his legs were tangled hopelessly in them. He was naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat.



~all a fuckin’ wet dream~



He looked around for a sign that he just passed out from the amazing hand job that Tseng just gave him. He looked around his stark bedroom and realized that he didn’t know what Tseng’s bedroom looked like. The only difference from this room and the dream room was the open closet door.



The amazing sex hadn’t happened. It had all been a fevered dream of passion because he hadn’t been getting any. He looked down at the mess he made and then collapsed back into his messy sheets.



He was going to need a shower.



“I am totally fucked up if I am dreamin’ like that, yo,” he muttered to himself and slowly got out of bed, not bothering to even wipe himself off as he stumbled to his bare bathroom.



~I’m gonna need to change the sheets~



“Only ten o’clock,” he muttered, as he examined the clock. “Fuck.”



It was going to be another long night, and he thought about the weirdest damn wet dream he had ever had. He had never had a wet dream before that had a whole plot line. There was so much hope in the beginning. Tseng apologizing…



~should have known it was too good to be true right there~



… and taking him off his punishments, and then offering to remedy his little sexual frustration issue.



~Tseng isn’t even gay~



Well, he didn’t think so, anyway.



He turned on the water in the shower, muttering a series of curses to himself as he realized that everything that happened in that very vivid dream didn’t actually happen.



His punishments were still in effect. Boot camp, Mess Hall watch, and stupid reports were still going to be on his calendar.



~I wonder if he kept that pink shirt?~



Life still was going to suck.



He jumped into the shower, turning on the radio loud to the local rock station. He liked the music. It helped him push the thoughts, of not only the Spike-Brains, Mr. Frost and Bratty Boss out of his head, but of an apologizing and sexy Tseng rattling around in his brain.



~gonna sleep with the radio blaring, too~





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I know, it is a cheap writer’s move to use a dream sequence, but I felt Reno needed to get some… even if he is having wet dreams about his Tseng. Some of you out there said that there needed to be more Tseng and I wholeheartedly agreed....I don’t think this is what you meant though.



Do you know how hard it was to write him out-of-character?



*so* did I go too far? Probably. Poor Reno…



Important Side note: Added a little explanation to what type of Voodoo Cloud uses in the Voodoo chapter, for those of you who are curious.



Unimportant Side note: Yeah! It is up and ready for review, just in time for my bday… I feel old…*gag!*