Work Interrupted

Part 4 of the RP-Co Written Fiction


I do not own Final Fantasy or Reno or Tseng. Sadly Square Enix does, but I am borrowing them for enjoyment only * winks * Now remember this is a back and forth roleplay that I just lightly edited…it’s too long to re-write, so you are getting it raw, edited for spelling and some grammar, please enjoy! I’ve tried organizing it several ways but just spacing in between posts works best…


Work Interrupted

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(Last post from Chapter 3)
Then thinking about a previous statement Rude cocked his head to the side, though it was subtle. "Trip? Where too? And Tseng take a day off...I don't think he will take the day off, it just doesn't seem like him...but..." Rude paused when Reno laughed. The eyebrow above his shades arched higher." Reno...your hair and cloths are a bit more shabby then normal, what, did he beat you for spilling the coffee? " He questioned, not that he wouldn't put that past Tseng.----Coming back out from the room Tseng returned to his desk, cleaned up and pristinely perfect as always...here he waited for Reno to come back.


((3/25/09 -- chapter 4 ))


"Hell if I know. Somewhere close to Wutai, I think. Wasn't really listenin," he gave a secretive smirk here, "But its close proximity to Wutai is why Rufus wants two of us 'stead of just Tseng. And it seemed like a direct order for him to get his happy ass outta the office, yo." Reno's face did flush lightly this time at Rude's statement and he stood, pulling the tie out to run his fingers through the mess before re-tying it, straightening up his clothes a bit and mumbling, "Yeah... I guess you could say that, yo." He grinned a bit at the memory of what had happened a few minutes prior.


Rude turned his careful gaze towards Reno." I see...and you just happened to be the one he picked...you would think Tseng would choose a lesser trouble then you hmmm?" He said trying to tease his partner. "I still don't see him leaving...no matter what...Tseng is a workaholic...I am surprised he wasn't there early this morning...I tried calling...I? Reno? Is Tseng the he you were talking about?" Rude asked a tick in his voice that sounded both surprised and troubled, in a good way. " Why do you always want to get in trouble with him?"


"Well, actually, Rufus picked me, cuz of my mad flying skills. And for some other reasons, but, again, I wasn't really payin attention." Reno looked troubled, but only for a moment, quickly wiping the expression from his face. "Well, regardless, I have the rest of the day off, and that's really all that matters. But it's weird that he didn't answer his phone this morning, cuz he was here so--" Reno choked at Rude's next question, blushing for real this time, grinning. "Yeah. Ya caught me. I'm fraternizing with Bossman. I'm not tryin' to get into trouble, yo, I swear, I just... It just... Kinda happened. Not that I'm complaining," he said, grinning and winking. "Anyway. I'm off to clean Tseng's desk. For real, yo, no hidden agenda or anything. Apparently, I got my shoeprint or some shit on it last night when I kicked my feet up." Reno rolled his eyes, stepping toward the door and giving Rude a peace sign. "Enjoy working the rest of your day off away!" And with that, he left, hurrying down the hall to Tseng's office and entering again (without knocking, of course). He rolled his eyes at Tseng's appearance. "I work so damn hard to make you look sexed up and you go and get yourself all cleaned up again. What am I gonna do with you, yo?" he grumbled, closing the door and standing before Tseng's desk, his hands on his hips. "Alright, gimme the damn rag. Let's get this 'clean the desk' shit over with, yeah?" He grinned good-naturedly at Tseng.


"Fraternizing with Tseng?" Rude's mouth slightly fell open but his soft almost warning, 'Reno!' was lost when the man simply smiled, though he didn't miss the slight nervousness in his partner's eyes, and left.


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Tseng's dark eyes slowly curled up when Reno abruptly entered again, hating the fact that he didn't knock. One single perfect eyebrow arched at the comment about his appearance but he said nothing. Like a cat watching his prey, his eyes watched Reno and then held his gaze as he requested a rag to do his job. With an odd look in his eyes Tseng quickly raised his hand to reveal the torn boxers from yesterday. "Like I said...and I always keep my promises, Reno." He added, tossing the torn boxers in such a way that they would hit the man's face before landing on the desk before him. "So I shall watch to make sure you do a fine job..." He teased through thinned lips. Crossing his arms over his perfect suite he sat back and watched. " You will only get one chance to mess up my appearance like that...and that dear Reno, that time has passed, count your blessing I don't have you doing this naked...who knows who will walk in now." He added with a flare in his eyes, his tone rich and deep, and confidently chilling.


Reno cocked an eyebrow at the look in Tseng's eyes as he offered up the redhead's tattered underwear, squawking indignantly when Tseng threw them at him. He glared at his superior, then down at Tseng's desk, where the remnants of the man's paperwork still lay, (very neatly) scattered about. He smirked at Tseng's next statement. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to getcha like that again, Bossman. You're not as tough to rile up, as you seem to think you are. 'Least, you haven't been thus far. And anyway, I don't think I'd get much cleanin done if you had me do this naked, yo." He grabbed up the makeshift rag, eyeing the documents on the desk. "You gonna move that stuff, or do I hafta do that, too?" he asked, resting his elbows on the desk and his chin in his hands.

Rude for the most part finished his work and then pondered the oddness of his most recent conversation with Reno. The man, had with each mention of Tseng, sparked an odd look in his eyes and a rather smirkish grin as if he knew something. Reno couldn't really be...fraternizing with Tseng, so to speak...as far as he thought Tseng simply wasn't interested in that sort of thing...and he rarely saw him with women anyways...all he ever saw him do was work, but could it? Rude's eyes widened behind his shades. Reno had looked...well...messy...ruffled in a manner that would be fitting...but Tseng, that man was physically attractive, he hadn't heard a single female or male Turk say they wouldn't do him if the chance ever opened. Reno, he knew had made that remark during one of their relaxing outings at a bar ...and clearly he had been more serious then Rude had thought to question then. But there was still some doubt. Reno, if anything, was always boastful and always making things sound more then they seemed, still he couldn't help but wonder and if it were true...no one would bother or question Tseng with it...who would dare.


Tseng kept his face amusingly expressionless as he calmly pulled his papers aside. "Indeed..." He said lowly. Rising from his chair, Tseng closed the distance between he and Reno rather quickly. In a fleeting second he had one arm wrapped around Reno's slender waist and one arm up resting just beneath his chin. He drew Reno in close, fitting his body against his with a heated breath, holding him quite strongly. Fingers slowly tantalized their way up beneath his chin and grazed the redhead’s lower full lips softly. Then that hand firmly held Reno's chin, securing that it would not move. Lips grazed softly against the rim of Reno's ear and Tseng smiled. "So we like to play games I take it?" He said obviously speaking of earlier.


Reno's eyes widened as he was quite suddenly and quite efficiently trapped by his lover, his breath catching for a moment when Tseng pulled their bodies together. He ached to kiss the man (which was odd, because he had never really enjoyed kissing--he thought it too intimate, showing a level of need, of desperation, for a person that Reno had never been comfortable showing), but the strong hand clasping his chin (and stroking his face in an absurdly distracting manner) prevented that. He didn't quite manage to bite back a moan when Tseng's soft lips brushed his ear (goddamn Tseng and his uncanny ability to find erogenous zones), and it took him a few moments to process what Tseng had asked. "Y-yeah... Ya caught me... Just wanted to see how f-far I could push you before you s-snapped, yo..." he breathed, looking up at Tseng with apprehensive eyes.


Tseng didn't loosen his grip upon the man's chin, but his arm, which held him firmly, snaked down, ever so slowly to the hem of his pants. "Only one time remember." He said in a lulling deep husky voice, which was both so normal of Tseng and incredibly sexy. Tseng sighed, knowing the warmth of his breath and how it would move along the redheads skin, drifting teasingly over it. "I supposed I should leave you to your work, wouldn’t want to distract you...but..." He said pausing to sink his lips closer into the nape of Reno's neck, slowly...so slowly, more slowly then he'd ever done, and he kissed the tender flesh, not missing a beat in his words. "...I shall leave you with this wandering thought, yours only..." he said just as his hand slipped beneath, (How had the belt been loosened already...it was missed), the hem of Reno's pants. Fingers gently and teasingly surrounded him giving his needing arousal three good firm strokes before he pulled his hand back out and placed something in Reno's pocket. "Think on that..." He said taking a deep breath. Then giving Reno a light pat on the backside. "Get to work..." He turned and headed out of his office abruptly, ensuring one of two things, shocked curiosity, and a growing persistent hard on...figures....


Reno groaned as Tseng's hand slid down his body, his eyes drifting shut and a strong shudder wracking his body at the tone of Tseng's voice. He melted to the man, molding his body to Tseng's as the Wutaian pressed soft, lingering kisses to his neck, his back arching lightly, his head falling back invitingly. His whole body stiffened when Tseng's hand slid into his pants, and he uttered a short, lusty cry as his length was so roughly grasped and stroked--one, two, three times. Just as he had regained his bearings, Tseng was patting his ass and leaving. Reno stared, openmouthed, after him, then collapsed into a chair, groaning loudly and burying his face in his hands, hell-bent on willing his erection away.


No such luck.


Every thought led back to Tseng, to how he felt, smelled, tasted, and, in the end, his cock only seemed that much harder. Growling lowly, Reno stood, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette (after that cocktease Tseng had pulled, he needed one, no-smoking-in-the-building rule be damned) and finding a piece of paper instead. Curiously, he opened it, grinning gleefully at the key code, address, and number, all written in Tseng's elegant script. Deciding to forego the cigarette, he set to work, removing everything from the (large, of fucking course it's fucking huge) desk, snickering as he began cleaning the (obviously expensive--so that's where the printer money went...) piece of furniture with his own torn boxers. Unfortunately--he figured Tseng had thought of this, too, the fucker--seeing that shredded piece of clothing only served to remind him of the previous night, cleaning this desk reminded him of what happened on it then, what had happened under it this afternoon... He growled again as his cock throbbed impatiently, obviously not used to being so rudely ignored. When he finally finished (it was so fuckin shiny, he could see his reflection in it, and if that wasn't good enough, then Tseng could do it his own damn self), he replaced all the items and left the room, hurrying back to his own office to gather his own effects before he left. He poked his head in; half hoping Rude had decided to take the rest of the day off, after all.


Rude hadn't left and looked blatantly bored no less. He had obviously finished his work and was now staring at the old Shinra newspaper and poking at a half empty very cold cup of coffee. Hearing the door he looked up. " Good your back...now we can go!" He said jumping to his feet and taking merely two strides to get to his partner. "How was the desk...shinning like your ass I bet!”? He noted in mocking.


Tseng, not really giving up on his work, had sent files home to himself so he could finish and or continue his duties. Rufus obviously thought he was sick and thus ordered him to leave. Surprisingly he hadn't really wanted to but...see as how he left Reno, that lasting effect of something needing, it seemed fitting. Now in a nice pair of dark cotton pants, more comfortable then his suit ones, and a brown, fitting long sleeve top, which he might add made his eyes show with magnificent beauty, he sat on his couch, no shoes and pecked away at his laptop. For once he felt calm, relaxed...yet his mind teased at the thought...would he really come?


Reno flushed, flipping Rude the bird and grinning. "I'll have you know, smartass, that he left. Before I started cleaning the damn thing, yo," he said, grinning and grabbing his stuff, anxious to get to the address on the paper. Inwardly, he cursed his excitement. I mean, really, who got excited about seeing a guy besides those flightily giggly chicks? He wrinkled his nose, having no desire to be compared to one of them, but unable to deny that he was, in fact, acting like a little schoolgirl with a crush. Thinking about it for half a moment longer, he decided that he also didn't care. With that, he grinned. "C'mon, partner, let's go. I suddenly have somewhere to be," he said, eyes alight with excitement as he nearly bounced in place.


"I see...well...then, " he paused. Rude actually looked surprise. Reno was in a rush, and to go where? "I uh...was taking you somewhere...yah know...maybe the Inn for some drinks...has the plans changed?" He said stalking after a very sporadic redhead. No one would be able to see the shocked and someone odd look in the bald Turks face because of his dark shades.... precisely how he wanted it anyways. He cleared his throat, grabbed his coat and hastily followed the man. Then he noted the skip in the step and calmly reached out to take Reno's shoulder just as they left the office. "Reno are ya high from the fumes or what?" He asked in a surprisingly calm voice. --After about 20 minutes he was done and shutting his laptop, he got up and walked into his kitchen, hungry for something more then what his mind was telling him, but he thought he should at least eat something for once, seeing as how he was nearly never home for it anyways.


Reno smacked his forehead, swearing. "I'm not high, I just... Shit, Rude, I forgot... Ah, man... Can I take you out tomorrow to make it up to ya? I swear this won't happen again, man... Fuck, I feel like an ass, yo," he said, giving Rude an apologetic, pleading look. Inwardly, he was shocked. He was passing up free drinks...? Tseng had better make this worth my while, he mumbled inwardly.


Rude didn't make much of a face but he assumed whatever Reno had to do it was important. Nodding slowly he gave the Turk a hefty shake of the shoulder and nodded. "Don't worry partner...go get what you have to get done...I'll go harass the rookies...though it would be a hell of a lot more fun with you...but yeah...but you owe me though!" He said in flat sarcasm. "Go on..." He said giving Reno a shove. Rude had a mild idea of where Reno might be going but he wasn't about to judge to younger man so out-rightly so just yet. ---Taking his hair out and returning to his couch with a sweet biscuit and tea, he sat and took a long deep breath of the sweet green Wutaian tea. He looked at the clock then back at his biscuit.


Reno gave Rude another apologetic look. "Don't give 'em too much hell, yo. You'll take away all my fun. Tomorrow, you have my word, alright, man?" With that, Reno took off, darting down thirty-two flights of stairs (being a Turk had its perks sometimes; he wasn't even winded when he got to the bottom) but then, in the lobby, he slowed his stride. He felt kinda foolish, after all, darting off to a guy who acted like he didn't really care. Rolling his shoulders and neck, and easing into his confident, cocky gait. He found the origin of the address, a rather swanky apartment complex. He whistled enviously, keying the number in and taking the lift up to Tseng's floor, eying everything around him with obvious envy. Damn higher ups and their nice apartments and shit, he groused good naturedly, finding Tseng's apartment number and pausing outside the door. Nervous. He was nervous.


He was fucking nervous.


He rolled his eyes and mentally berated himself, taking a steadying breath and knocking on the door. He assumed a confident (confidence was, after all, key) pose, leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, his calm facade belying the way his (stupid) heart (stupidly) raced.


Tseng looked up from his teacup and calmly sat it down on the elaborate coffee table before him. Sitting back he spread his arms out against upon the length of a deep nearly black green couch. Crossing his legs at the ankle he looked up at the door, so long as he knew who it should be, he didn't bother to get up...just for the effect of what Reno would see. "It's open...come in!" He said in a soft tone. Then giving his head a light shake, he tossed his hair a bit allowing it to rest neatly and yet not so neatly about his shoulder. The first thing Reno would notice would be how rich and elegant it was and somewhat earthy in his appearance. Green and brownish plant life, some big trees and some not so much were spread throughout the room giving it a much more airy feeling. On the back wall behind where he would find Tseng reclining were three large bay windows, each with a seat before them and the curtains were full and heavy looking, a rich burgundy brown. The walls were a pale cream in color maybe, and decorated with very elaborate paintings and such. A large open archway sat to the right leading to the kitchen and three doors were to the left, an office, bedroom and bathroom. The living room itself was fitted with several sitting chairs, small tables, some holding lamps some holding other decorative items. There was not just one, but three bookcases aligning along a wall to his left as well. The apartment was indeed very spacious and very clean, almost as if Tseng used the room at his office more often then not. A large wrap around couch, dark green, was the one that Reno would find Tseng resting in, arms back, legs crossed, hair down. Tseng barely smiled once he saw Reno. " I hope you didn't have to much trouble polishing the desk." He said with a flash of malice intent in his eyes.


Reno turned the knob and opened the door at Tseng's invitation, whistling as he looked around the place and setting his stuff down beside the door, toeing off his shoes while still looking around in awe. His eyes finally landed on Tseng and he tried to hide the (stupid) way his breath caught. He was supposed to be the pretty one, goddamnit... He inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of the place (his, more often than not, smelled of cigarette smoke and sex), and took a few steps into the room, pausing again to continue surveying his surroundings. (The fact that Tseng hardly smiled upon seeing him didn't get past him, and his self-confidence took a substantial blow, though he was extremely careful not to show this.) "Fancy place, yo," he murmured, making his way over to the couch and plopping down, not too close to Tseng, but still within arm's reach. He gave Tseng a sardonic look. "Oh, yeah, Bossman. Loads. In fact, cleaning your fuckin desk with a raging hard on was the most exhilarating thing of my life, yo." He rolled his eyes and went back to eying the apartment appreciatively, a thoughtful look in his eyes.


Careful dark eyes watched as Reno entered, dropped his stuff and wondered about the room before finally coming to rest next to him, maybe a bit to farther then Tseng would have liked but, for the moment he didn't say anything to it. "Good...I am pleased. " He said leading forward to pick up the last remaining bite of his sweet biscuit, before he lifted the teacup again and sat back. "I hope you didn't have any trouble getting here...though the invite was clearly obvious." He said giving Reno a small smile, his eyes glowing with something that could only be seen as a pleasing look. The fact the Reno had had a ragging hard on the whole time seemed fitting and Tseng was terribly proud of that fact, knowingly so. Taking a sip of his tea he then sighed and looked around the room along with Reno. "It is do-able, I would say." He added commenting on his room. This Tseng, not in uniform, not business like, comfortable cloths, seemed off at first and yet, it only made him more likable to say the least, like the man lived two lives and in some cases he did. His life away from Shinra being what Reno could assume was what he was seeing now. "So...why Reno....why did you actually come?" Tseng asked, his question halting the pleasant moment suddenly, and then there it was, the normal stoic Commander had appeared.


Reno felt a flush heat his cheeks and looked away nervously. "I... I dunno, yo. I wanted to see you outside of work, I guess. If you were any different or anything. I really wanted to see your place... I guess..." He sighed, figuring to hell with it, throwing caution to the wind. "I guess I just wanted to see you, y'know?" He pointedly avoided Tseng's gaze, his eyes trained on the hands in his lap, fidgeting nervously.


A smooth warm hand moved over to place upon Reno's and Tseng sighed gently. " Why are you nervous...I am not going to hurt you or anything...the invite was meant to welcome you...considering." He said slowly, his words smooth and huskily deep and very much alluring. Tseng then moved his hand and slowly trailed it up Reno's arms, across his chest, up under his chin and then paused to cup his face, and in doing so, forced Reno to look back up at him, the warmth was inviting, lacing with a feathering touch. " I am glad you wanted to see me....now then, " He said, his hand leaving Reno's face. "Why don't you get more comfortable...are you hungry?" He asked standing up from the couch but keeping his dark gaze upon him.


"You never know..." Reno mumbled under his breath in response to Tseng's concerned comforts. Regardless, he leaned into the man's caress, his lips lifting slightly. Sighing, his confident facade slid back into place as he flung himself across the couch, laying on it, his hands behind his head and a cocky grin on his face. "Yeah, I am... But I don't think you can get me what I want from the kitchen, yo..." he purred, giving Tseng a smoldering look.


Tseng smiled fully back now and settled back down on the couch. "Oh I see...so what can I get you that would satisfy your much needed appetite hmmm?" Tseng questioned sitting lazily upon the couch, crossed legged and facing the reclining redhead. The look wasn't missed in the least and the crossing of his legs helped to hide the 'something' that had just sprung to life slightly...well maybe more then slightly. Tseng then reached and brushed a fallen dark strand from his face and then leaned forward, surprisingly, moving to recline, somewhat on top of Reno, the couch being wide enough to fit both comfortably if need be. "Any ideas?" He asked letting his eyes move over the Turk with hidden desire, though only his words now hinted at more. His body came to rest, fitting perfectly next to him, and his head just a few inches below Reno's. The smell of him was even lulling, sweet and yet musky at the same time, but in his mind, Tseng's, Reno's scent, for some reason he liked, musk and all sex...why he suddenly liked that...he hoped would settle on an answer soon, in his mind.


Reno grinned, turning on his side and placing a kiss on Tseng's forehead (secretly--okay, not so secretly--enjoying the switch in dominance) and eying the apartment again. "I just wonder... How long do you think it'd take for us to fuck against every surface in your house, yo? I've never been taken against a wall... Always thought that'd be kinda kinky..." he grinned, winking down at Tseng, his leg sliding between the Wutaian's and pressing against his new arousal. His fingers slid through the man's silky hair, grasping and tugging a bit, trying to get a rise out of him.


Tseng made a soft sound in his throat when kissed him but the had sharply turned his eyes up to meet those of rousing intent. "Reno?" Tseng said, and there it was...damn it, an actual full blown blush set upon the stoic Turks face, something in which Reno had never fully seen so bright before upon Tseng's face. "What a thing to say...and intent to soil my walls with so much fooling around...honestly." He said shaking his head and giving a slight groan when Reno moved his knee against him. His hardened arousal surely couldn't be missed now. Tseng shifted up a little in hopes of it not begin to obvious. "Kinky huh?" He said smoothly lifting a hand to trail a finger along Reno's jaw teasingly. "Is your mind always so...full?" He questioned as Reno then ran his hands through his dark locks, which again made Tseng breath deeply by the touch. Tseng again uttered a shallow breath when Reno tugged against his hair. "I guess it is then." He said coming to conclusion by the Turk's actions.


Reno grinned, his thigh pressing just that much harder, chuckling as Tseng tried to hide it. He moved quickly, catching Tseng's finger in his lips and giving it a gentle bite before bobbing his head in a mockery of what he had done to Tseng earlier, his green eyes dark with pent-up lust. "Of course I intend to soil your apartment. Why just stop with your office, right? I mean, I got a good thing goin, yo. Gonna make it so you hafta think of me where ever you are, and not just cuz you hope I'm not off gettin myself killed or breaking protocol or somethin." He chuckled as Tseng drew his own (pretty much correct) conclusion, grabbing a fistful of Tseng's hair and pulling sharply, forcing the man's head back and kissing him deeply, taking advantage of dominance while it was his.


"Re..." Was all the man was able to get out before a surprising jerk lead his lips directly into Reno's and god if he didn't find the pull oddly arousing...was that was Reno felt when he had done that to him? He wondered. He didn't leave much to thought as their lips met and he feverishly, no hungrily leaned up further to kiss him back, his body seeming to have gone into sexual over load since his first encounter with Reno and he also wondered if this was how the man got his name...he was just so God damn alluring. Another thing that was surprising was that he wasn't tired of it...not physically or mentally and judging by how Reno was acting, he wasn't either. Breaking the kiss, in which Reno wouldn't have missed the wining moan into, he leaned back in and deepened it, slowly at first, just merely kissing the man, seeking his tongue within his and sighing when it was returned back. Tseng again groaned when Reno pushed up against him, making his hips jerk in tide with the gentle tap. Then breaking the kiss, not really wanting to, Tseng lifted a hand and took Reno's face in his. "And that is soon in coming if you continue...and tell me something..."He said breathlessly. "...did you think of me as you were cleaning the desk...with a very I am sure persistent ache between your giving thighs?"


Reno almost snapped when he heard Tseng's moan, finding it highly arousing that he could make the normally poised, stoic man make such a needy sound. He sighed contentedly into the new, softer kiss that Tseng initiated, willingly opening his mouth to the man. His leg started a slow, steady motion, pressing against Tseng's confined cock with an easy rhythm. All actions paused, however when Tseng grasped his face in his hand (again, goddamnit, and it always made his breath catch when he did), a bright blush coating his features at his question, his (still) hard cock throbbing painfully. "How could I not, yo? You practically ensured that you were the only thing on my mind..." he trailed off, unable to stop from thinking about their previous activities (last night--was it really such a short time ago? Could you really get this attached to a person in less than twenty four hours??), his eyes glazing as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth to gnaw on it lightly, stifling a light moan. He tossed his head back, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and released it, muttering, "Gaia, I'm about to fuckin get off just thinking about it, yo..."


"Good that was my point, I am glad you caught onto that..." he said running his thumb lightly over the bottom lip with which Reno so cutely bit upon. Seeing the blush at his touch, and not missing the fact that Reno was slowly pressing into him with a steady rhythm, he moaned again and he decided enough play was enough here and now. Easily Tseng got up from the couch and reached for Reno in return. "I think I have something to take care of...would you please come with me Reno?" He asked trying to lull the man up from his comfortable position. He watched Reno breath deeply and it was then that he wanted nothing more, and for the first time, to be slow with Reno, but not so much as to make sure he didn't like it...it was a different tactic and one that Tseng wanted to share with Reno, who he assumed knew nothing else then the later.


Reno snorted as he grabbed Tseng's hand, hauling himself up with the Wutaian man's help. "Like it was too hard to gather that, yo. Where're we goin?" he asked, frowning when, now that they were vertical, he had to reach up and pull Tseng down for a kiss. He pressed himself flush against the man, letting the kiss linger, before pulling away and stepping back.


Tseng sucked in a deep breathy moan at the kiss and secured a firm hold around Reno for that brief moment they kissed. Then with a slowly grin he took Reno's hand and led him towards the middle room and opened the door to reveal one of the most elaborate lavish bedrooms Reno would have ever seen. The color scheme was black, burgundy and cream. The room was just as elegant as the former room, with one thing left to allow his eyes to wonder on...the bed, tall, wide, large and full of pillows, a deep cherry wood base and burgundy and cream sheets to match. This is where he didn't sleep often and one would wonder why not. Tseng led Reno in and walked him over to the bed. "Shall we?" He said whirling the man around so that he was back first against the bed. Tseng again took both hands and held and caressed Reno's cheeks as he leaned into give him another deep and tender kiss, forcing the man to fall more backwards onto a very soft cushion mattress.


Reno couldn't help but pause in awe at the interior of the room, his mouth falling open slightly as he took in the sight of the room. "Holy hell, Tseng..." he breathed, gasping as he was whirled around and pressed to the plush mattress, sighing (yeah, yeah, happily, what-the-hell-ever) as his lips were claimed again. For some reason, though he'd never, ever, ever admit it aloud (hell, at the moment, he wouldn't even admit it to himself), there was something just... right... about kissing the man that currently hovered over him; the thought both exhilarated and frightened him, though fear was most predominant. After all, getting attached was dangerous, especially as a Turk--their lives were too quickly extinguished. Responding to that unspoken (and largely unacknowledged) fear, Reno's arms went around Tseng, pulling him closer and deepening their kiss.


Tseng gave a brief smile in acknowledgement of his room and continue to hold Reno's face tenderly as he further deepened the kiss, soon losing his own self in it and just simply feeling, touching and holding onto the man, that time before hand, had robbed him of. "Reno..." He said softly, his lips hovering over the man's as he spoke. "I need you now..." he said lustfully. The next few minutes were a blurring warmth and Reno soon found himself resting in Tseng lap, knees around his firm waist and Tseng holding Reno's securely upon his lap. His lips were moving all over Reno's skin from his ear, down his neck, across his shoulder and down across his chest, all the while hearing soft sighs from the redhead who sat atop him, his knees slightly raised so that Reno was sitting on them. The warm skin on skin contact was breathtaking for him and Tseng couldn't get the man close enough to satisfy it, not nearly enough. "Reno..." He said softly again, nibbling at the man's lower lip.


Reno shuddered and shook in Tseng's grasp, clutching the brunet's head to him, his head thrown back so as to offer all of the skin he could to the man's mouth. "Tseng..." Reno sighed lustfully, pressing himself closer to the Wutaian, his legs tightening around the man's waist, pressing himself more fully to his lover. "Tseng... Need you..." he murmured against Tseng's lips, his fingers sliding into soft black hair, tugging insistently.


This time things started out slow, the touching, caressing, everything. Tseng slid his hands down and took a hold of Reno's well formed buttock and gave it a firm squeeze before rocking him forward, merely pressing himself against him but not into him just yet. The kissing continued until their lips met again and Tseng moaned deeply into it. He never wanted to be away from the man, though he was unlikely to show it so much outside of their personal time, various reasons applied though, he was fairly certain the invites to his room would be quite frequent indeed. Hearing the breathless moan and soundless word come from Reno's lips, Tseng drew back and nuzzled his face into Reno's neck. Fingers again danced at his entrance, but this time Tseng had something else, a small bottle of lubricant that Reno hadn't noticed Tseng pick up. He gathered that after the early morning romp that maybe he would be a little sore and though it would still hurt, using some wouldn't make is so bad. He then paused for a moment and moved his lips against Reno's ear. " Do you want me inside you now Reno? Or would you prefer something else first...please...anything you wish...." He said softly nibbling at the edge of his ear.


Reno felt like his nerves were on fire. Every touch, kiss, caress, breath, every look from Tseng was turning him on more (he'd never been this aroused before, ever), and when Tseng rocked him forward, the head of the man's cock prodding against his eager body, he very nearly lost it. Burying his face in Tseng's shoulder, he pressed his hips down when he felt Tseng's fingers tease his entrance, a needy whine escaping him, the whine morphing into a deep moan as Tseng's breath caressed his ear. "I don't c-care, yo... I just need you somehow... Please, Tseng," he moaned, pressing light, distracted kisses along the man's shoulder and neck line.


The Turk closed his eyes and danced one slightly lubricated finger at Reno's entrance and slowly pushed it in, gently getting him ready this time, this time was sensual....love making you could say and Tseng's second specialty in bed as it was. Tseng uttered a soft cry as he heard Reno whine at him begging him, and he nodded in reply. "Anything...my Reno..." He said kissing fully and deeply about Reno's neck and sucking gently on the skin, leaving another mark to show that he was there. His own breath hitched slightly when kisses were returned to his neck as well. Easing a second finger in he pushed as far as he could to the knuckle and twisted his hand in circles while spreading his fingers at a gentle pace, hoping to prepare Reno for a slow breathing taking entry. "Anything..." Tseng repeated softly.


The redhead purred as Tseng's finger slid into him, his eyes fluttering shut, and his breath catching at Tseng's term of endearment. He pulled back, giving Tseng an incredulous look momentarily. Then, just as suddenly as the look was there, it was gone as the older man slid another finger into him; his breath catching as Tseng just barely brushed his prostate. His face returned to Tseng's shoulder and he pressed shaky kisses to the skin, punctured by soft, low moans every now and then. Soon, he was rolling his hips with Tseng's preparatory strokes, impaling himself on the slick digits eagerly. "Tseng... Gaia, Tseng..." he moaned, nipping at the skin now, leaving bruises of his own.


"Yes Reno...." Tseng said softly, scissoring his fingers ever so gently before he slowly pulled them out with a resonant soft sucking sound. Tseng moaned again as Reno kissed his skin and somewhat rougher then usual, which he had to admit was quite a turn on as well. Then taking Reno by his hips he lifted him slightly and eased him down upon his waiting cock, which was painfully stiff and wanting release. Tseng slid his hands up along the redheads back, once he was aligned and allowed the man to simply fall into him, slowly pushing into him with tantalizing grace as Reno's hips, pulled by gravity, sunk into Tseng's. Reno would feel the Turk's hands pause, holding him by the shoulders as the feeling surrounded him causing him to utter a deep guttural growl at the feeling. "Oh Gaia....Reno...oh Reno..." He said breathlessly. Once Reno's hips met his Tseng let the man rest there, just loving the feeling of complete and utter warmth surround him. He clenched his teeth and fought the urge to move, until Reno signaled that he was ready.


Reno shuddered at the wonderful feeling of being filled, letting his head fall back and moaning deeply. One of his hands slid up and grabbed one of Tseng's, pulling it down and lacing their fingers. He whimpered at Tseng's exclamations’ (that, again, was his name, and he was shocked to find that he only wanted Tseng to say his name like that--a troubling development that he decided could be worried about much later), catching the man in a soft kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. When he was ready, he took the initiative and slid himself up Tseng's cock, then impaled himself again, groaning loudly as their hips met again, rising again to repeat the action.


Even with his eyes tightly shut Tseng took the cue and entangled his fingers with Reno's, grunting again when they kissed and gasping for some kind of breath when Reno slid up and then back down upon him. "Reno....you feel so good...." Tseng said crying out suddenly as their hips met again. The Turk now moved both hands to rest firmly about Reno's waist and he clung to him, aiding him in any way if he could. His groan matched that of Reno's and increased in length and loudness the more they began to move together. "Gaia you feel good Reno....I want you always...always...Reno...." Tseng panted, then letting out a loud moan as Reno met his hips in a deeper thrust. His own now willing, needingly so, arching up to push into Reno on the down thrust the redhead made. The words would indeed be troublesome, though much later to the redhead, as they seemed so soft and utterly truthful.


Reno arched and cried out with every thrust, his eyes flying open when the head of Tseng's dick brushed against his prostate. He moaned something (that sounded like "No..." though he would, of course, deny it) at Tseng's words, burying his face in the man's chest as his hips bucked and rolled. As he clung to his lover, nails biting none-too-gently into Tseng's back, he was shocked to realize that he was being made love to. Honest to Gaia made love to. Not fucked. He could feel the emotion (not love, he wasn't willing to go anywhere near that word yet, he couldn't, goddamnit) that Tseng was putting into this, how he was caring for him, was making sure it was good for him, too. The epiphany had his eyes watering and his next moan came out as a choked sob. He dragged his nails down Tseng's back, almost hard enough to draw blood, hoping to distract him enough that he wouldn't notice the tears dripping onto his chest. When he had again regained control of his emotions, he pushed Tseng back, forcing the man to lie horizontally on the bed while he grabbed the brunet's hands from his hips, pinning them to either side of his head and picking up the pace just a tad.


"NU gah...." Tseng cried out as Reno clawed at his back. Yes it was surprising but he wouldn't stop it...not if it was what Reno was wanting. He hissed in a slight bit of pain but it was all shoved aside as their hips continued to rock against each other. Tseng's eyes opened briefly and he then noticed something, the look on Reno's face was both pained and lustful, but those tears...why those tears and that moaned...sob? Tseng moved to kiss a few of the tears away but was prevented so by the man's nails which cut a little more deeply into his flesh. Tseng grunted loudly, but again did not stop the action. Then just as Tseng had wanted to slid his hand around and stroke Reno's ebbing cock he was surprised to find himself shoved backwards onto the bed, hands taken and placed above his head. He gasped a cry of shallow refusal, but his voice was locked up in a breathless grunt, nearly a growl again, as Reno pushed the pace slightly. His giving into Reno's hold didn't last long, as Tseng, quite a bit stronger slowly started to push Reno's arms back. "Please let me please you...always Reno..." He panted softly again.


Reno fought against Tseng's hold briefly, but knew it was a lost fight--he was good for agility, sharpshooting, and espionage, but he was one of the weakest Turks, and the weakest male by far. Tseng's words had his eyes welling up again and he inwardly cursed, hating himself for being such a woman. He pulled Tseng up again, murmuring, "Alright... I'm yours, Tseng..." (nevermind that he didn't mean it how he was sure Tseng wanted him to--he'd tell the man anything to make him happy, which also confused him) and pressing kisses to Tseng's now sweat slicked skin, catching the man in a slow, sweet kiss, again trying to hide the few tears that he hadn't managed to fight back, surrendering control completely to his lover.


Tseng was finally able to push Reno back but not before he let him. Surprised eyes flashed open as he once again found himself seated with Reno moving against him again. A shallow moan escaped his lips but not before his eyes settled upon the man's expression. Why did the he look so pained? Was he hurting him? He certainly didn't think so. "Reno..." Tseng said again softly, his soft calling of his name was now more of a question then a lulling desired sigh. He tried to question Reno but the Turk had then moved to kiss about his skin again, distracting him slightly. "My Reno..." He tried again, tangling his hands between threads of red as he jerked his hips upwards. Then wanting to take the control back from Reno, Tseng easily shifted in the bed so that Reno rested on the mattress and Tseng was now atop him. Slowly Tseng grind into him hooking his legs around his waist so that Reno's hips were off the bed. He arched his body into the redheaded Turk and leaned forward to return the soft kissing, meeting his lips in a gently loving kiss as he slipped a hand around Reno's cock and gently, slowly stroked it up and down. "I will...take care of you...please you...do whatever you ask for...please Reno....yes Reno..." Tseng said softly between the kisses he danced upon ivory skin.


Reno groaned as his back hit the mattress again, the new angle forcing Tseng deeper, making his back arch and his hands search impulsively for anything to cling to. He tightened his grip around Tseng's hips, his hands finding Tseng's arms and grasping the biceps, whimpering and moaning every time his lover thrust into him. He wished, so bad, that he could return the pretty words, all the promises, but... Not only was he past the point of coherent speech, he couldn't bring himself to lie to Tseng like that. (At least... he thought it was a lie... Sure, there had been people before this man that had wanted him, all of him, not just for the sex, but he had always rejected them easily... He didn't understand why it was so fucking hard to say no, to leave it at a purely physical relationship. He didn't understand why he wanted Tseng to mean what he was saying.) A cry escaped him when Tseng's hand suddenly wrapped around his length. "Tseng... Oh, Gaia, Tseng, I... F-fuck, Tseng..." he groaned (treacherous part of his mind that loved the way his Commander's name rolled off his tongue, loved the way his own name sounded falling from the brunet's lips).


Tseng leaned into Reno curving his body over the man, and it didn't surprise him at all that they seemed to be a perfect fit melting into one together. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was falling for the man, his first man, and not that Tseng considered himself that way, but he surely didn't doubt that every look, every whine, every touch, and every breathless moaning word this Turk uttered made his heart swoon even more. Gods what had Reno done to him in just one fleeting night. Tseng was in fact a very reserved man and never required much of anything let along human touch and affection, but this, this...something had changed in him, and though he found Reno somewhat annoying, and the man did seem to cause trouble where ever he went, Tseng found that he didn't mind it so much, not anymore anyways. In public he would remain the same, but here and now, he wanted only to continue to hear Reno cries echo loudly throughout the room.


Tseng panted expressively as he slowly, and tenderly moved his hips into Reno's. The slower sensation was terribly arousing and he himself couldn't hold back each breathless moan, each feral growl, as their hips met. He could keep this pace for a while, torturing Reno with the sweetness of actual love making, though he wasn't sure if that were the reason tears were falling down upon Reno's lovely face, maybe it was a mixture of emotions...something he could speak of later.


Leaning down he returned a soft kissing lovingly, milking from Reno's mouth several spouting moans as he moved his hips slowly out and back in just a little more quickly into him, hitting that certain spot again with expert ease. "It's okay...Reno..." He whispered nuzzling his lips against his, planting several soft kisses over Reno's parted lips and then moving to his neck again. His hand over Reno's throbbing cock had continued to match the pace of each thrust, ending with and upwards stroke and him rolling his thumb over the dripping slit of Reno's sex. The slowness, something maybe Reno had never experienced, only added to the pleasure and the still pain in Reno's hearts...of feelings too hard to admit.


Reno pulled Tseng to him, arching his back and pressing every part of him he could against his lover, molding their frames together (and if he loved the way they fit together, their bodies seeming to join like two pieces of a puzzle, he kept it to himself, because thoughts like that were dangerous). He pressed his hips up to meet Tseng's with every thrust, a slow heat gathering steadily in his belly, Tseng's name falling from his lips continuously, as if nothing but the man above him mattered (and let's not even get started on how true that was for Reno, hm?). When Tseng leaned over to kiss him again (lovingly, gently, goddamnit, let's just fuck with Reno a little more, okay?) he almost started crying again. He threw himself into the kiss, forcing everything from his mind but the here and now, focusing on how Tseng moaned his (his) name, the motion of his body, the gentleness of his kisses and allowing himself to think (Gaia but was this gonna hurt) that maybe, just maybe, Tseng wanted to do this every day for the rest of forever, too.


Tseng continued his slow and very pleasing movements, the heated sensations coming in now short quick waves deep in his stomach, but he would wait, wait until Reno uttered a breathless cry as he himself came. Tseng tightened his grip over Reno's cock and gave it several quick pumps, alternating between slow and fast, and then matching his hips to that. The way the man said his name sent chills down his spine and he returned his lips to Reno's kissing even more deeply then before, groaning against him. A breathless part left Tseng's lips against Reno's ear and he whispered to him. "Reno...ah....ahhhh oh Reno...my Reno...."Tseng said softly and then sweetly kissing the nape of his neck again, feeling the man curl up into him, groan into him. He never wanted this to end...and his mind settled on that thought. Then he noticed the tears and with his other hand he gently wiped them away, his touch warm and giving, a touch he was sure not many felt from the Wutaian, and brushing his lips over the soft heated skin of each cheek he whispered. "It is okay Reno...it is okay to give....I won't hurt you" And in truth he had no intention of doing so. Tseng could easily see himself falling asleep and waking in this man's arms, though he wasn't if Reno would...the guy did seem to have a fleeting personality, what he didn't know was that Reno only acted that way, bold and brandish, to hide his inner worst fears, rejection, being used, and the pain that went with it.


Writhing and moaning against his lover, Reno whimpered desperately. He placed feather-light kisses along Tseng's neck and cheek, ending at his ear and caving, breathing, "Yours... Tseng, Gaia, I..." he bit his lip before he said anything too damning. He arched desperately, his release so achingly, painfully close. In the end, it was the whispered promise that did him in, an odd rush of emotions hurrying along his orgasm. He gasped, his body spasming as his release took him gently, the man in him, in his arms, pressed (so lovingly) against him becoming the only thing in the world that mattered. He released a breathless little cry as he let go, burying his face to (again, damnit, was he fucking pregnant or something??) bury a soft sob into Tseng's shoulder, the overwhelming feeling of love, of protection, of finally being safe too overwhelming, riding out his gentle, yet intense, orgasm in the safe harbor of Tseng's arms.


Tseng lips sealed shut and he breathed heavily through his nose, holding back his own cries for the moment so he could hear Reno's clear and unhindered voice moan out for him. The tightness of Reno surrounding him was nearly unbearable and yet he continued to move is hand gently along his lover's still spasming, still leaking fluids, sex, he wanted Reno to feel the bliss of it as long as he could....to show him, to prove to him that he was unwilling to back down, in so many words, without saying. The arch into him sent waves of pleasure through his spine as heated flesh made contact with him. "Aaaaaaah Reno!" Tseng finally whispered against his ear, titling his head to the side when Reno moved to kiss about his neck and then cheeks. It was then, when Reno's cries of ecstasy ended, that Tseng let out a long breathless growling groan against Reno's neck, and felt the stirrings deep in his stomach tighten and spasm as he made one fine jerk against Reno, and then released deep inside him. Tseng was still panting when he felt Reno dip his head into his neck again and...what?...Was he crying? The man neatly wrapped his arms around Reno's body and slowly pulling out, fell to his side and pulled Reno to him, cradling him. He was suddenly worried about Reno, and not because he was one of his best Turks, but because the man held something that Tseng also needed...closeness...someone to not feel so alone with...to trust...could Reno be that for him...he wondered. Softly he tangled his arms and legs protectively around Reno and made a soft shushing sound against his ear. "What is it Reno..." He asked holding him even tighter.


Reno shuddered as Tseng released his seed inside him, groaning (brokenly, though he felt anything but broken at this moment) along with his lover. His next sigh was a disappointed one as Tseng pulled out of him, and as the Wutaian man rolled them over, he kept his face hidden in his shoulder. (It was, after all, one thing for Tseng to only hear the tears. It was a completely different thing to let him see the damn things.) Pressing himself closer against the man, returning Tseng's embrace, Reno shook his head. Like hell he was going to open himself up like that. That not only went against his Turk training, it opened the door to completely decimate his carefully composed facade. "Nothin, yo," he murmured, even looking up and tossing Tseng one of his patented grins (now that he had finally managed to make the tears stop. Again).


Tseng's face was a mixture of confused emotions, his eyes more so then his barely parted lips. They were, his eyes, briefly joined in tune with Reno's as he brought his head back to speak to him, but that had been fleeting, and now the redhead rested against him again. "Really...I have never seen that kind of emotion in you...are you sure?" Tseng questioned in a clear, though loving, tone. He nuzzled against Reno's spiky red hair for a moment and then sighed. It had been the right choice, no perfect choice, to offer Reno the invite to his personal apartment and now having the rest of the day off, he could hold Reno for as long as the man allowed him too. Reno would feel the gentle touch of the Wutaian man as he moved his fingers slowly and caressingly along the spine of his back. "Your beautiful Reno...." Tseng suddenly said.


Reno sighed, nuzzling into Tseng's shoulder and nodding hesitantly. He knew that Tseng would let Reno lie to him, but he also knew that his Commander could see right through the falsehood. "I... It's, ah... It's not really somethin I can talk readily about, y'know?" He sighed, pressing a soft kiss to Tseng's shoulder. Whatever he had been about to say was interrupted by Tseng's next comment, and Reno pulled his head back. His eyes met Tseng's again, but this time there was confusion in his eyes. "You... What?" he asked dumbly.


Tseng gave the man a light chuckled. "You heard me...but fine I will repeat it for you but only if you promise to tell me what you can't talk about." Tseng teased and leaned forward to nip at the man's perfect nose, surprising him again with the quick movement. Then pressing his lips against Reno's he whispered softly to him again, "Your beautiful Reno..." He repeated and drew the man closer still to him. Their eyes met and Reno could tell that Tseng was neither joking nor pulling his chains on the comment nor the latter for his reasoning to repeating it. "Hmmm why are you so surprised...I invited you here and you did know why...didn't you? And now you question my intentions..." He said obviously teasing him again and dancing his fingers low about Reno's back.


Reno blinked in shock at Tseng's suddenly playful attitude, grinning at his infectious good mood. He shook his head in disbelief; unable to comprehend that the Tseng he knew had such a soft, human side. "You... I know why you invited me here, yo. And I think you know why I came." Reno then sighed, nuzzling his face back in its (comfortable) position in the crook of Tseng's shoulder, murmuring, "Just... Don't worry about it, okay? I got this. I'm fine. Been fine, haven't I?" He began kissing Tseng's neck in earnest, knowing that his distraction tactics had worked in the past and hoping they would continue to, at least for now. He attached his lips to Tseng's pulse point and sucked, leaving an angry bruise that he was pretty sure wouldn't be able to be easily covered by their standard-issue uniforms.


"Your fine? Well then perhaps another time when I have you under careful scrutiny will you tell me." He said with careful ease in his tone, meaning so much more with just those few words, leaving Reno to wonder on them briefly. Tseng chuckled again deeply and nodded to the redhead’s words just before his breath hitched and he felt the intoxicating warmth of the man's lips over his neck. He couldn't help but sigh softly into it. When Reno deepened the kiss, in manner that was both pleasant and surprising, Tseng jumped and drew Reno back slightly. He reached a delicate finger to the pulse of his neck and made a face. "Reno...I can't hide these..." He hissed with a playful smirk. "Your a devil...a beautiful devil...that settles it...that's what I will call you." He said softly, pulling Reno back into him. Tseng laughed again, and it was a most pleasant sound...again...a very human sound, his softer side lingering on his words.


Reno grinned up at his Commander, purring, "Just want everyone to see that you're taken is all." He chuckled, hooking a leg over Tseng's hip and making himself more comfortable. He couldn't keep the worry from his voice however, nor could he keep it out of his eyes. He knew he couldn't stand up to Tseng's scrutiny--knew it well, he'd been under it before. He wasn't good at standing up to honest intimidation; some thug on the street trying to scare him, that wasn't intimidation. That was laughable. However, Tseng... He had the power, both in his position and physically, to do everything he promised, to complete every one of his threats. He tried to hide his worry behind another (not quite as fake as usual) smile, pulling his lover to him and kissing him deeply. "Beautiful devil, huh? Don'tcha think that'll raise some eyebrows at the office?" Reno asked, chuckling, his finger threading through Tseng's hair, petting him softly. "And what should I call you, then, Bossman?"


"Oh, and just what do you think they will say then...not that I am worried about sending them on their way...if they are so foolish enough to question it." He said curtly and Reno would again recognize the serious tone with which Tseng meant his words. Tseng sighed again as Reno placed a leg over him and drew him closer. Though he didn't speak it, he felt the hesitation and the false facade that Reno was or thought he had hidden well, and not really wanting to ruin the mood with such intense questioning, he let it slide for the moment, and sighed again. Reno was again graced with another gentle laughed from deep within Tseng's chest, just before their lips met again and the dark haired Turk sighed into the kiss and just about purred back when Reno laced his hands through his silky dark hair again. "Well it seems you already have a name for me..." He teased.


Reno winked at him as he pulled away from the kiss, chuckling as well. "Oh, I have several. You just don't hear a lot of them, yo." He was happy to find his facade sliding more easily into place as he regained his senses, the smiles coming easier, the jokes more convincingly, all the while re-burying what Tseng had so easily resurfaced, determinedly keeping Tseng's attention distracted with soft touches and even softer kisses.

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