At least he's hot

Chapter 5: Pure smut

Warning: there's some non consensual sex in here, so please don't read it if you find that to be offensive. That aside, enjoy the smut!

When Rufus was finally in the sanctity of his own office, he sat down in front of the computer and flicked on the screen. He didn't have a lot of work to do... just a few files to mail out, emails to respond to. Not much to do at all. So little, in fact, that he could justify invading the employee reports long enough to find Reno's file and read it. There just wasn't any plausible reason why such a drunk scumbag would be working for the ShinRa... Well, no reason that he could think of, anyway. The answer had to be somewhere in the files.

It didn't take him long to find Reno's information. Next to an unflattering picture of his gaunt face, there was a bio and a few stats that read:

Name: Reno Lanzano
Age: 21
Occupation: Turk
Birthplace: Sector 7

Notes: Despite the fact that Reno was convicted for first-degree murder and multiple robberies four years ago, his prison time was lifted in exchange for service as a Turk. His incredible fighting skills combined with his stealth make him a very useful tool for spying missions and covert operations. Most notable in this category was his hand in the Wutai invasion, during which he single-handedly infiltrated and cleared an enemy base. Unfortunately, problems do arise from hiring a felon from the slums; he has been caught numerous times drinking on the job, and has been charged for several accounts of sexual harassment. Attempts to have him removed from ShinRa have been made, yet his skills are simply of too much importance to lose.

Rufus grinned. It all made perfect sense. Reno was a criminal, not a trained lapdog like many of the employees. It certainly explained his sloppy demeanor... he was being paid to act like a murderer, not a gentleman. If he was as good of a fighter as the files said, it probably didn't matter how he acted, as long as he did his job. Perfect sense. Good fighters were unusually hard to come by, especially since the Wutai war... morale was so low in Midgar that most civilians would rather be executed than join the army, and the few good fighters left were so pumped with Mako they were half-insane. (Sephiroth, for example...)

So, Rufus guessed, the president didn't have much of a choice than to keep Reno around. It was pretty funny, in a way. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, briefly imagining the blond secretary bent over his desk with Reno's cock jammed up his ass. Funny. Actually, it was kind of hot... in a way... He recalled his night with Sephiroth, the way the general had pinned him down and fucked him mercilessly... He could still feel the leather belt binding his wrists, and the roughness of Sephiroth's hands as they casually ripped off his clothes. Really, it wasn't much different than what Reno had done. Both situations could be called rape. He smirked. You can't rape the willing... An uncomfortable tightness in his slacks made him realize he was getting hard. His smirk widened. His office was sound proof and there weren't any cameras... he could get off before delving into work.

Maybe it would help his migraine.

He quickly glanced around the room, just to make sure no one was there. Not like it was a possibility anyway... no one ever walked into his office without an obligatory knock first. He was the vice president, after all.

Once he was absolutely sure he was in complete privacy, he let his eyes drift shut again, letting the images of the past night flood back into his head. He groaned involuntarily as his hand slid in between his thighs, rubbing his growing erection. He imagined Sephiroth's lips sliding down his cock, that Mako green glare watering slightly as he took it balls deep in his mouth. Ah, that motherfucker's so hot... he thought, so deep in thought he could nearly feel strands of silky silver hair against his skin. His breath hitched as he carefully undid his zipper and grasped his shaft in his hands, his own heat turning him on even more. How he wished Sephiroth were there right then, down on his knees...

His eyes sprang open as a gloved hand clamped firmly over his mouth, muffling his scream of surprise. He thrashed in his seat, instinctively trying to escape, but another strong hand effortlessly pinned him down, so quickly that it was as if a struggle had never even happened. All he was able to discern from his limited vantage point was black leather, and a few loose strands of white hair.

Sephiroth. I should have known that bastard wouldn't knock.

Sure enough, Sephiroth's smooth baritone voice greeted him.

“After all the attention I gave you last night, it seems you still haven't had enough..." he softly chided, his breath warm on Rufus' neck. He laughed that familiar, cold laugh, then traced his lips up Rufus' neck, stopping at his jaw. “Nice bruise...” he murmured, nipping the sore flesh. “If you scream again I'll give you another...”

Rufus, through his haze of horny anticipation, couldn't help but feel a little irked. Irked? Pissed off was more like it. Who the hell did Sephiroth think he was, barging into his office like he owned the place? And all he could say about their night together was “Nice bruise?” He was hoping for an “I'm sorry,” or “I was a little too drunk.” However, it seemed that Sephiroth was just as big of an asshole sober as he was drunk. As the gloved hand covering his mouth slid languidly down to his throat, he immediately blurted, “DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?!?” his hoarse voice resounding in the stuffy room. The hand tightened threateningly around his neck, an expected response.

“I'll go where I please... get used to it. Are you really that disappointed I'm paying you a visit?”

Rufus opened his mouth to reply, but found he couldn't say a thing... after all, it was Sephiroth he was wishing for so intently just a few seconds ago. His throbbing erection wasn't disappointed, that was for sure. An explosion of pleasure reinforced the fact as the general took his cock in one leather clad hand, gently gliding his fingertips up and down his shaft. He could do nothing but sigh in response, bucking his hips impatiently.

A hint of a smirk was audible in Sephiroth's voice as he asked, “Just what was it you were thinking about before I came in? I'm dying to know..." His hand continued its maddeningly slow pace, slow enough to be defined as torture.

Hot with embarrassment, Rufus' response was barely above a forced whisper. “You, of course,” he hissed, knowing that it would probably be easiest just to play along with the game. The bruise on his cheek was proof that resisting was a bad idea.

“Oh, really?” Sephiroth asked with false surprise in his voice. “Tell me more...”

Forcing a grin, Rufus responded, “You were on your knees, sucking my cock...”

Another cold laugh spilled like water from the silver haired bastard. “Interesting...” he murmured. Then, out of nowhere, there was a pause, as if the man behind him had simply frozen in time. Rufus felt a trickle of sweat slide down his cheek. The hand on his his cock slid to a halt. Even the soft breath on the back of his neck stopped. For several drawn out seconds, Sephiroth was entirely still, as if he were lost in a sudden thought, absorbed in something more crucial than foreplay.

Oh shit. The files.

Eye-level with Sephiroth was the computer screen, which at the moment showed nothing more than the gaunt, tattooed face of Reno Lanzano. A lump the size of a baseball formed in Rufus' throat.

“So... you want to screw Reno?” Sephiroth asked matter-of-fact-ly. The situation left no room for a response.

* * *

Reno realized that he was pretty drunk. After consuming nothing but gin and juice all day, he had passed out for who knows how long, and the annoying ring of his cellphone barely brought him back into consciousness. He nearly fell backwards in the cafeteria chair as he fumbled around for the source of the noise, muttering a stream of curses. Who the fuck is it now... he morbidly pondered, pulling the little buzzing thing out of his pocket with a pissed off sneer plastered on his face. He squinted his eyes to see if the number was worth answering.

The sneer melted off his face.

Sephiroth? It's been forever...

Immediately, graphic images flashed in his head of his time with the general. It had all been a blur, like a fever dream. They were war buddies, if you can call it that...

Another urgent ring from the phone forced Reno to flip it open and answer, with a hesitant, “Yeah?”

“Reno,” came that familiar liquid voice. “Come to Rufus' office, now. It'll be like old times..."

Before he could even sputter a yes or a no, Sephiroth hung up, making him wonder if the call had even happened. So like him. The man had a presence that demanded obedience, even over the phone.

Reno sat up in the chair, pulling his feet off the cafeteria table. He yawned, and stretched. The images returned, nauseatingly vivid. He could even smell it, a stench of sake, vomit and fear that saturated the air in the holding camp for the Wutanese prisoners of war. It was a cave hidden in the mountains, a suitable setting for torture and inquisition. Fetid and damp, it was an unforgiving setting. It was also where he went to get laid during the war.

“Answer me, where are the rest of the insurgents?!?” Sephiroth demanded. The man chained to the wall was beyond words, head hanging listlessly. His fingernails were gone, and he reeked of fear. Like all the others, he'd been tortured past the point of emotion. Sephiroth didn't care, though. This was his idea of fun. He snorted, casting Reno a sideways glance. Reno smiled knowingly... they were both shitfaced and war crazy, adrenaline still pumping from the day's events. Lips twisted in a sneer, Sephiroth pulled the Masamune out of its sheath, the blade wicked and still red with blood. The prisoner moaned miserably, knowing it was his turn.

“If you don't answer, you're no use to me alive...” he stated, his voice deceptively sweet. He lifted the tip of the sword to the man's throat, just piercing the skin enough to form a drop of blood. Smiling wickedly, he let the sword trail lower, easily cutting through the tattered remains of his clothing. A few precise cuts later, the man was naked, shivering in the thick, damp air. He had an attractive, young body... lean and well muscled like most Wutanese were. Reno was growing hard just thinking about what he was going to do...

“One way or another, I'm going to kill you,” Sephiroth continued calmly. “The question is... how?” He stepped closer to the defeated man, leaning one hand on the wall. Lips close to his ear, he whispered, just loud enough for Reno to hear, “I could ram my sword so far up your ass it comes out your mouth... or maybe choke you on your own cock while I fuck you..." He pressed his hips menacingly into the man's groin, Mako eyes glowing crazily. “Or maybe... my friend and I will just take turns with you until you're too hoarse to scream..." The man feebly shook his head, tears falling out of his closed eyes. Reno was so excited he could feel butterflies in his stomach. He sauntered over to Sephiroth, getting a better look at the helpless soldier.

“Who gets him first?” he asked, letting a hand trail over the prisoner's naked skin. Soft, almost like a woman.

Sephiroth grinned maniacally. “You go ahead... make him scream for me.”

The screams echoed nightmarishly through the cavern, piercing through the dampness.

Reno's eyes snapped open. Had he drifted asleep again? The screams were still in his head, and the smell of blood and booze. He rubbed his eyes, which weren't enjoying the fluorescent lights. Yeah, he and Sephiroth had raped the shit out of Wutai, just for the hell of it. Just because they were both crazy, and they could get away with it. It was something to do. A way to shake the horrible feeling of filth one gets after a day on the battlefield. They hadn't even been very good friends... they just had similar interests, that was all. When the war ended, they stopped spending time together, leaving nothing between them except the memories. It was probably better that way... they were really a terrible pair when they were both drunk and on a rampage. Someone always paid.

Which made him wonder about the call again. Rufus' office, he had said. Rufus. Oh, the pretty boy. The one who had thanked him for saving his ass. Reno felt a grin creeping onto his face. So, Sephiroth was screwing him? What a nice guy... he never had a problem with sharing. Feeling a bit more energized, he stood up, wobbling slightly. He hadn't had a good fuck since the war... not really. He'd gotten busted raping the secretary before he was through, which was incredibly frustrating.

Three shots, four cigarettes, and five floors later, Reno was in front of the vice president's office. Unable to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face, he took a deep breath, turned the knob, and stepped inside.

“Wow... you really outdid yourself, Seph,” he slurred, taking in the scene. Smack in the middle of the room was the blond bitch, buck naked and bent over his own desk. His feet were cuffed to the legs of the desk and his hands were lashed behind his back. Behind him was Sephiroth, still fully clothed, his big cock buried hilt deep in his ass. Sephiroth looked over at him, a menacing glare darkening his otherwise delicate face.

“When I said get up here now, I didn't mean in half an hour," he snapped. "No matter... just get over here and fuck his mouth if you want a piece. Hurry up. I have a meeting in ten minutes."

Reno wasted no time. He had his pants unzipped by the time he was in front of Rufus, whose head hung over the edge of the desk just enough to suck cock. He tilted up Rufus' head with a finger to meet his gaze; the boy's water blue eyes were wet and bloodshot. Beautiful.

“So we meet again,” he growled. “What a coincidence.” Rufus said nothing in response; his face was flushed with embarrassment and fevered lust. High with anticipation, Reno positioned his cock to the V.P.'s lips. “Say ahh...” he sneered.

His eyes drifted shut with pleasure as he inched his cock past Rufus' parted lips, into the wet heat of his mouth. As he buried himself further, he could feel the tight passage of his throat clenching around his length, constricting as he gagged. He jerked his hips forward, forcing his cock in the rest of the way, and slowly pulled out again, loving the way Rufus' lips looked around his rock hard erection.

“Quit fucking around, Reno,” Sephiroth snarled, redirecting Reno's stare to his predatory green eyes. “Grab his hair and choke him; he likes it. Just don't kill him... it's not Wutai." The General was mercilessly pounding Rufus' ass, one gloved hand on the small of his bare back and the other hidden under the desk, teasing his cock. He was never the type to fuck around.

Knowing it was better not to piss of Sephiroth, Reno did as he was told, not that it was exactly a difficult command. He grabbed two handfuls of Rufus' pretty blond hair and began to thrust harder, growling with pleasure as the V.P. choked violently on his length. Overcome with lust, he quickened his pace, just allowing Rufus enough air between thrusts to survive. Already, he could feel his orgasm building up.

“Tell me when you're about to come,” Seph growled, quickening his own pace on the other side of the desk. “I want to know when this bitch is swallowing your seed..."

Still the same Sephiroth... Reno mused through his horny haze. Likes to talk dirty... Ah, he was close, so close...

“Fuck, I'm coming-” he panted, the built up heat in his groin exploding as he spilled his seed deep down Rufus' raw throat with one final crushing jerk of his hips. Moaning with relief, he kept his throbbing cock in Rufus' mouth even after he had finished, just to make sure he swallowed every last drop.

Sephiroth came seconds later with a barely audible “Fuck,” followed by Rufus, the only evidence being in the muffled sigh that he felt against his softening cock. Perfect timing... the air was hot with sex.

Finally, Reno pulled his cock out of Rufus' mouth, messily wiping himself off on his own half-tucked-in oxford before he collapsed in the seat behind him. Rufus just hung his head with exhaustion, too overexerted to move or speak. Sephiroth, always the image of perfect composure, barely looked like he'd just had sex. The only remainder he showed of the past half hour was Rufus' cum on one gloved hand, which he licked off with a smirk. He casually untied Rufus' binds, slipping the metal cuffs into a trenchcoat pocket.

“Well, I'm off...” he calmly stated. “Can't be late for this meeting.” He turned, slipping Reno a discreet wink, and left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Gone as if nothing had ever happened.

Reno wasn't about to hang around either, that was for sure. Any situation that involved awkward small talk was not to his liking. Instead, he heaved himself out of the seat and approached the desk, finding a pen and paper inches from Rufus' motionless body.

“As much as I'd like to stay and chat, I gotta get goin'..." he said. No response. He scribbled down his cellphone number on the paper. “If you want... you know... some drinks... give me a ring. I'm around." With that said, he followed Sephiroth's example and left the room as well, leaving Rufus alone, naked, and stunned out of his senses.