Taking Care of Business

Author's Note YES! I actually got a chapter FINISHED! Hurray to me, I finally found the time to do this. All I can do is apologise for 2 things: First, that I let this fic lie for so long. Second: That I've left you with another lovely cliffhanger. Never mind, I love writing smut, so you shouldn't be waiting too long for the next chapter. Thank you for everyone who may have stuck with me for so long.


Chapter 4

There are a few things that the optimistic half of my brain often forgets. The first is that, no matter how many times I apply for the jobs, Shinra Inc is not going to appoint me President, Protector of the Ladies' Shower Room, or a Professional Donut Eater. The other thing is a fact that just seeps outta my brain every time I really need it to stay put, and that fact is this:

Tseng's like an elephant: He never forgets.

This was something that was gonna come into play a little later, but ignore that for now. Right now I'd put it to the back of my mind, mostly cause something was... kind of distracting me.

Three guesses what that just might be.

I bit my lip and tried not to let out a sound as smooth, long, Wutaian fingers passed over my bare thighs, those dark, coal-like eyes boring into mine as a devious smirk flickered across that asshole's dark face. My entire damned body felt like it was on fire, my brain felt on fucking meltdown. I could barely remember who I was, where I was, and how the hell I'd gotten here, but to be honest I didn't damn well care. I vaguely recalled walking in Tseng's front door, expecting the guy to sit down on that swanky leather couch and pour himself the traditional brandy like the tightass he was, but apparently we'd skipped that part and moved straight onto Act 2 - in otherwords: The guy had practically pounced on me the moment I'd set foot through the door.

Not that I was complaining exactly, more surprised. I mean lets face it: the only thing I ever had Tseng down for pouncing on was the god damned coffee machine first thing in the morning.

Nonetheless, Tseng's silky hair slid against my chest as I felt his still smirking lips brush against my pulse point. All I could do was gulp, swear under my breath and arch my back up from the bed against dark, warm flesh; fingers relishing in the fact that they were getting one of those way too rare chances to touch that body - the body that drove me crazy every time Tseng did me the favour of showing it to me. Even though four months had passed since the guy had first stripped off in front of me, standing stark goddamn naked in my living room, the novelty still hadn't worn off. The fact was - and I damn well knew it - was that only one person ever got to see Tseng when he was like this, and that one guy was me.

That idea alone was enough to get me drooling all over my paperwork at least 20 times a day.

Tseng's fingers pushed apart my all too willing thighs slowly as his mouth latched itself over the most sensitive spot on my neck and began tracing his tongue against it slowly while a palm grazed against my member down below. I could practically hear the asshole smirking as I groaned and shuddered, clutching to his back, digging my nails into the skin like clinging to a goddamn cliff face, trying not to fall off. Jesus, but the guy knew what he was doing, and the next thing I knew, both my legs were wrapped tightly up and around Tseng's waist.

There was the tiniest pause, in which time my cheeks flushed up redder than a fucking slapped ass. I was used to my body overruling my brain and doing weird stuff in Tseng's presence by now, but it didn't make it any less embarassing. The Wutaian on top of me hesitated for a second, then pulled away and slowly raised his eyes to look at my face. I frowned and looked away, still panting and hoping to hell that the darkness would hide the blatent blush advertising its damn self like a neon sign across my face. Somehow though I aint exactly sure it worked.

I listened as Tseng licked his lips, my legs still clutched defiantly around that waist of his, my brain refusing to make them let go. Tseng purred, panther-like, his fingers still caressing my inner thigh.

"You're blushing."

"Am not." I muttered back thickly, every damn syllable dripping with maturity. And I still couldn't look him in the eye. Tseng, I knew, was eyeing me knowingly.

"Then why, Reno of the Turks, have you gone red?" He mumbled against my neck quietly, breath beating against my pulse point in what the fuck I knew wasn't any accident.

It took a very, v-e-r-y long time for me to process the fact that he'd just asked me a question, and even then I could feel long fingers trailing ever closer to my aching, touch-starved groin, distracting my already pretty limited brain power towards the idea of just sticking a hand down there and doing the god damned job myself. Therefore, the answer I ended up giving was probably not gonna end up in the Smartest Comments Hall of Fame.

"...I dunno... Sunburn?"

All hail Reno: it takes a lotta practice to come up with an answer as dumb as that.

Tseng backed off a little, no longer smirking but with a hell of a lot of humour in his eyes as I finally managed to look at him with a sheepish grin. He took a brief look out of the curtained window and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Hn, In the middle of the night, in Midgar?"

I just shrugged, grinning so hard I swear my mouth started to hurt. "I've uh... got -really- sensitive skin."

Tseng's eyes glowed like marbles, only way warmer, as they flashed in the neon lights of the theatre district way down below. "Reno," he purred with a chuckle, shaking his head. "You have a really sensitive -everything-"

I just raised an eyebrow indignantly, subconsciously tracing my fingers over Tseng's chest, "Yaknow boss, a guy could take offense at tha-"

Sensitive Reno then proved his point by arching his back and gasping as Tseng brushed just one finger against my member, then raised an eyebrow back at me as if he'd just won some kind of argument.

Fuck it. Tseng - 1, Pride - 0. One of the rare occasions when I really do wish I had more control over my body parts.

"Ah... that... don't prove anything." I gulped defiantly as Tseng pulled his hand away again tauntingly, amusement written all over that normally stoic face. Looking back, I shoulda realised that saying something like that to the Head of the Turks is kinda like painting your ass red and bending over in front of a pissed off bull. It was a challenge, and if there was one thing I knew about Tseng, it was that he never backed down from a challenge.

I growled impatiently as Tseng suddenly moved his hands away from my groin and slithered them slowly up my chest, my 'sensitive' body unable to do anything but arch against the touch automatically, like a puppet responding to the tug of a string. Before I had a chance to force my back down against the sheets Tseng had reattatched his lips to my pulse point, sucking at it ruthlessly.

Damn that asshole, he was drawing this shit out on purpose, I fucking knew it. He knew just how to press my god damn buttons... and keep pressing them til I was about ready to fucking pop.

As is being demonstrated in exhibit A here.

I growled again more forcefully as my eyes rolled back into my head in sheer exhasperation. Patience just aint one of my greatest features, yaknow? I mean... I get impatient waiting for doors to open, whereas the guy sucking at my neck like a blood starved vampire right now? Could outwait a piece of rock, given the chance.

"Oh holy hell... Tseng... just... just DO somethin... would ya?" I panted into his ear, unable to keep the pleading tone outta my voice for very long. Tseng simply purred that sexy Wutaian purr and carried on exactly what the hell he was doing. Merciless son of a bitch. Didn't he think that having my brains nearly blown out was enough tension for this Turk to handle in one night?

I guess the answer to that is pretty much 'no': After what felt like centuries of teasing, I suddenly realised Tseng had let go, and was mumbling something lowly in my ear. Now that I was coming to my senses, I suddenly realised something else too.

Tseng's hands were no longer on my chest. In fact, Tseng's god damn hands weren't even on my body. The bastard's hands were hovering far away from any part of me, over the already open top drawer in the bedside cabinet. Shit. I didn't even need to watch as the hand snaked inside and felt around purposefully, feeling for something cold and hard against it's fingertips. Through the lust-driven fog inside my brain, I finally registered what it was Tseng was muttering in my ear:

"Maybe I should prove how sensitive you can be."

A second later, Tseng was kneeling over me, dangling something from his fingers that swung and glinted dangerously in the light, an amused, but questioning eyebrow raised down at my bewildered face.

Ah... dammit.

I should never have lent the son of a bitch those handcuffs in the first place.

"You devious son of a bitch." I mumbled, though the smutty grin on my face might've downplayed those words just a little. Tseng raised his eyebrows even higher.

"If you were in uniform, I'd have you on a charge for those words, Reno." He growled, half playfully, leaning the handcuffs down and trailing the cold metal against my bare skin slowly. I gulped back the lust and grinned even wider

"...So does that mean... I won't get punished for anything if I come into work naked?" I asked, trying to force an innocent expression onto my face. Kinda difficult, seeing as I couldn't be innocent to save my fucking life. I'm corrupted baby, through and through. Tseng didn't fall for it, he just let a smirk cross his lips, trailed a finger gently down my chest and mumbled: "Oh you'd be punished... just not in accordance with company guidelines."

...Was that just a hint of... dirty talk? From Tseng? God, I sure as hell hoped so. Dirty talk with Tseng on the intra-office phones would make my office hours so much more productive. Messy, but productive. My member twitched impatiently just a little, but I managed to ignore it for once and just cocked my head to one side, trying to stick with the innocence thing, despite the fact that it was failing miserably.

"Oh yeah? How would that be exactly, Boss? Dock -all- my wages? Push me out a window?" Hopefully that idea wouldn't be too tempting.

Tseng lidded his eyes at me and flicked a tongue against those dark lips of his. This time, my member twitched against Tseng's leg, and he noticed - the smirk seemed just a little smugger than before. "Hmm... Not exactly."

Tseng was enjoying this way too damn much, but at the same time I knew he was playing it safe, I understood: we both knew that handcuffs and crap like that were pretty thin ice as far as I was concerned, and for a good reason. Four months ago, a boatload of crap had emptied itself all over me - I used to like the kinky stuff, now it just reminded me of... him.

But I was getting over it, getting back to myself, thanks to this guy and I trusted him more than even I wanted to fucking admit... but it was up to me to make the first move. Like I even needed to fucking think about it: Finally me and my penis were gonna agree on something. We both wanted him, and we both wanted him now.

I leaned up towards him on my elbows and licked my lips in response, eyes lidding heavily.

"Why don'cha show me?"

That was all the weird son of a bitch needed. Less than a second later, Tseng's lips and mine were crashing roughly into each other, and I didn't even think of pulling away as he pushed my hands up above my head and handcuffed me swiftly to the double bed with the kinda finesse that comes from years of experience in tying people up.

Yaknow... for the first time, I guess I'm glad I chose a career as a hired hitman. Might not be the best paid job, but you can bet your ass we're hell in the sack.