Thanks for the memories

“Thanks for the Memories”
A Reno fanfiction
Chapter 5: “Branded”
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*Disclaimer: The world that this story is set in and all characters therein belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can’t get enough of this world and the characters.*
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I ended up staying the night at Tseng’s after we finished my tats. He’s got a really nice place, with all these Wutaian scrolls, vases and sculptures. It was sort of exotic to me, but cool. That was the first time I saw him with his hair down and he was kind of beautiful to me, yo. At the time it wasn’t as long as mine is in the back—it was all one length and fell to his shoulders. I told him he should let it grow out and he smiled and said he’d think about it. We watched the late news and then got into bed. I expected to sleep on the sofa but he insisted I sleep in the bed with him. Hell, I didn’t mind that…I thought something might happen but he just put an arm around me and went to sleep. It was…nice. Comforting.

The next day my skin was swollen where the new tats were but Tseng put some kind of herbal anti-inflammatory ointment on it and it went down. He gave me a little vial of it and told me to use it twice a day until the irritation went away. It made me wonder what he did for a living before he became a Turk, but I knew there was an unspoken rule—don’t ask. If a fellow Turk wants you to know about his or her past, they’ll tell you.

Tseng let me use his shower when we got up and he used the bath in the other bathroom. He even let me borrow a robe while he washed and dried my suit, since I hadn’t brought another to change into, yo. We barely had a chance to finish eating breakfast when my cellphone rang. It was the boss and he had my first assignment with Rude. He wanted us to get a package for him from some guy in sector eight. I didn’t ask what was in the package and I didn’t think it was going to be a big deal, even though Rufus warned that the guys selling it might try to scam us and that we should be ready for a fight.

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Reno met up with Rude in a coffee shop on the plate. They ordered some coffee before starting on their assignment, falling into easy companionship that was pleasantly surprising to them both. Rude studied the freshly tattooed markings on Reno’s cheekbones and the redhead waited expectantly for his input.

“Looks good on you,” Rude said after a moment, thinking they accented the smaller man’s features just right. He was going to ask what inspired Reno to have such unusual markings tattooed on his face but he didn’t know if it was a personal question or not.

“Thanks, man,” Reno said as he set his coffee down. “It’s kind of symbolic. You know, a sign of loyalty for ShinRa turning my life around.”

Rude nodded and looked at the shaded goggles sitting on Reno’s forehead. Reno grinned, getting used to the big man’s reserved, quiet nature. “These are just handy to have, yo. I don’t like wearing ‘em all the time but it’s good to have ‘em available.”

“Cool,” Rude said, downing the rest of his espresso. He checked his watch. “We should get going soon.”

Reno nodded in agreement and finished his coffee. They paid the bill, left a generous tip for the waitress and made their way to the train station. For the first time, Reno noticed the change in the way people reacted to him. They studied him with respectful curiosity and moved aside as he and Rude came near—of course the latter could just as easily be attributed to the bald man’s intimidating good looks. When they boarded the passenger car, people kept a respectful distance. Reno smirked as he took a seat beside his partner.

“I think I like the respect that comes with this uniform, yo,” he whispered.

Rude glanced at him and his lips curved slightly. “I notice you’re not wearing it right though.”

“You gonna tell on me to Tseng, big guy?” Reno winked at him and the other Turk snorted.

“Just don’t let him see you wearing it like that,” Rude muttered, feeling his face warm a little in reaction to the redhead’s sly grin and wink. “I’d rather avoid the drama.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Reno shrugged. He pulled out his cell phone and started dialing a number. After a few rings, a woman’s voice picked up. “Hey Ma,” Reno said with such warmth that Rude looked at him again. “Sorry I didn’t call last night. I was busy learning the ropes at my new job. Well, you know…I’m working with the VP of ShinRa. That’s right. No, nothing dangerous. I just run errands for him and fly him places in his chopper when he needs it. Yeah, I know…just like I always wanted, yo. I loved it! So anyway, I’ve got some good news for you. If you’re not busy tomorrow I’d like to take you up to the plate and look at real estate. No, I’m not joking, Ma. I’ve got a big enough salary to set you up the way you deserve, no arguing! What do you say?”

Reno paused and smiled. “You got it. I’ll have to stop by the shop and drop off some paperwork first, but that’ll only take a few minutes. I’ll call you when I’m on my way to get you, okay? Love you Ma.” He hung up and replaced his phone in his pocket. Noticing his partner looking at him, he frowned. “What? Something wrong with a guy loving his Ma?”

“Just thought it was kind of cool,” Rude shrugged. “I never had that sort of connection to mine.”

“Oh,” Reno said, flushing a little with guilt for drawing the wrong conclusion. He felt a little sorry for the dark-skinned man. “Well, not everyone is tight with their parents, yo. I guess me and my Ma are the exception instead of the rule, you know?” Struck with sudden inspiration, the redhead smiled. “Yo Rude, wanna come with me tomorrow and meet her? I’ll bet she’d like you.”

Rude coughed and mumbled something, then shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” he finally said.

“Pffft, gimme a break,” Reno scoffed. “How can it be inappropriate? It’s not like I’m trying to set you up with her so you can be my new Daddy or something.”

Rude flushed. Somehow the way Reno said “Daddy” sounded…naughty. “I didn’t say that,” he muttered.

Reno grinned, seeing the big man’s cheeks darkening a little. “You’re my partner, right? I’d like you to meet my Ma and maybe go with us to pick out a new place for her. You’ve been on the plate longer than I have so you know your way around. What do you say? I’ll buy you a round of drinks when we’re done, yo.”

Rude stared at him, trying to think of a way to say “no”. The redhead stared back, his sea-green eyes open, inviting and friendly. Reno was frankly irresistible and the bald Turk sighed and nodded.

~I’m doomed.~

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“Yo, we’re here to see Martin,” Reno said to the man that opened the door when he and Rude arrived at the appointed address. The guy was rough looking, with wiry brown hair and a scar running diagonally down his left cheek.

“Who are you?”

“Turks,” Rude answered coolly. “We’re expected.”

The grungy thug scowled and opened the door. “This way,” he said, “don’t try anything funny.”

“Yo, do we look like a pair of comedians to you?” Reno quipped. The guy tensed when the redhead slapped his Electro-Mag Rod against his open palm.

Rude was a bit more congenial. “We’re just here to collect the package and we’ll be out of your way.”

“Don’t think you’re not being watched,” the guy warned as he motioned for them to follow him. Rude shut the door behind them and stayed alert as they walked through the foyer of the large house and followed the man through to the dining room area. Reno was studying the wall hangings with fake interest, covertly keeping on his guard. Rufus had warned him to stay sharp and not to let the package holder go over the agreed price.

The dining room walls were wooden-paneled and the floors were tiled with granite. There was a dark-haired man who looked to be in his mid-thirties sitting at the table, with two rough looking men on either side of him. The atmosphere of the entire house seemed dark and oppressive to Reno. He felt like the walls were oozing corruption and he frowned, wanting to brush imaginary bugs off of his clothing even though the place was clean and tidy.

“These are the Turks, here for the package,” announced the guide.

“Martin,” acknowledged Rude with a nod. “We were sent here by Rufus ShinRa. I’m Rude and this is my partner Reno.”

“Yo,” Reno said, giving a two-fingered wave.

“You have my money?” Martin asked.

Rude hefted the briefcase he carried onto the table and worked the combination lock until it clicked open. Reno’s eyes almost bugged out when he saw layers of neatly stacked bills. Having shown the man the money, Rude closed the case and took it off of the table. Reno shook himself out of it and gave Martin a level look.

“The package,” Reno reminded. He sensed approval from Rude and he nearly grinned.

Martin stared at him for a moment and Reno just stared right back, keeping his weapon resting casually against his right shoulder. Martin looked at Rude, who was standing as still as a statue beside the redhead, practically towering over him. “Get the package,” Martin ordered the thug that had opened the door, without taking his eyes off of the two Turks. The doorman left the dining room, heading down another hallway beside the open arch that lead to the kitchen.

“Why don’t you fellas have a seat?” Offered Martin in a forced tone of solicitousness.

“We’re fine where we are,” Rude said firmly.

The minutes ticked by until Reno began to lose patience, but then his ears picked up the sound of a struggle and dragging feet returning from down the hallway. He heard a muffled voice that sounded feminine and he looked at Rude with a frown. Rude shrugged, indicating that he was as puzzled as the redhead. The scarred man returned to the kitchen dragging a gagged, cuffed young woman with brown eyes and wavy, light brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She looked to be around Reno’s age. She was wearing a Turk suit that was somewhat worse for the wear.

~THAT’S the package?~ Thought Reno as he stared, ~A girl?~

“As we agreed,” Martin said as the scarred man forced the girl into a seat by the table, “We’ll give you the girl back when you hand over the money.”

The girl in question glared at her captors and tried to kick out at the scarred man. He backhanded her across the face and after that, all hell broke loose. Rude acted purely on instinct, drawing his concealed gun from inside of his jacket and firing at the girl’s assailant in one smooth motion. The muffled shot wasn’t loud enough to provoke a big reaction but the blood that sprayed from the hole that appeared in the scarred man’s throat to shower Martin certainly did. The scarred man fell to the floor, clutching his neck for a few seconds before dying.

Everyone in the room was utterly still, staring at the body. Then Reno spoke.

“What the fuck…you shot him, man!”

Rude looked just as surprised as everyone else. “Yeah…well, the Turks don’t compromise with punks that kidnap our own, man.”

Reno saw the other men reaching for their weapons and he knew he only had seconds to act. “Aw, shit!”

The redhead jumped onto the table and clamored across the top of it, swinging his rod at Martin while kicking out at the guy to the left of him. Evidently Martin had more men in other rooms of the house because they could hear raised voices coming from down the hall. The girl twisted in her chair and kicked the guy to Martin’s right three times in the face. He slumped to the floor in a daze. Rude met the first goon at the kitchen entrance and before the man could take in the scene happening, the bald man put his arm around his neck and slammed his fist into his face until he fell unconscious.

Somehow the captive girl had slipped her cuffed hands under her legs so that they were in the front and she tore her gag away from her mouth and shouted a warning to Rude as she saw a goon aiming a gun at him. The big man ducked just in time and several bullet holes peppered the wall where his head had been a moment ago.

Reno had electricity dancing on his rod and he stunned Martin’s man on the left before clubbing the boss himself in the temple. He heard the gunfire behind him and he dove over the end of table, wisely disarming the electric charge on his rod as he did so to avoid getting himself with it. He could see Rude crouching at the other end of the table and he watched the bald man draw his gun again to return fire. Reno slid the gun that had fallen from Martin’s hand across the floor to the girl and she took it, her handcuffs making it awkward but not impossible for her to use the weapon. That accomplished, Reno pulled his own gun and crawled under the table to his partner’s side.

“Hell of a way to start the day,” Reno grunted. Their attackers were using the hallway as cover.

“The case has a bomb rigged to it for hairy situations like this,” Rude said in a low voice. “Any ideas on how we could deliver it and get the hell out before it goes off?”

“There’s a back door,” the Turk girl said. “They’re trying to keep us from using it. Just rig it and let’s go!”

Rude and Reno shrugged at each other and the big man opened the case. The girl kept firing at the opposition while her male companions took the money out of the case and stuffed it into their blazers. Rude set the bomb to go off in ten seconds.

“Let’s move!” Reno hollered as the countdown began.

The three Turks scrambled out of the kitchen, with the girl in the lead and Rude taking up the rear. The bald man awkwardly fired his gun behind him to hold off the pursuit until they were far enough into the back hallway to have cover from the flying bullets. As soon as they were able to, they got to their feet and ran the rest of the way, following the girl through the hallway to a sunroom that led into a fenced, concrete back yard. Reno took up the lead, his long legs and agility lending him greater speed. He leaped over the fence and reached out for the girl as Rude picked her up from behind and lifted her.

Reno grinned maniacally when he heard the sound of alarmed shouts in the house. Their pursuit had evidently reached the kitchen and seen the bomb counting down in the open suitcase. A second later, Rude leaped over the fence and their was an impressive explosion from inside of the house. The back of the structure buckled and broke apart, shooting glass, concrete and wood in all directions. The ground shook with the blast and the girl rolled into an alley. Reno felt Rude crash into him and the next thing he knew, the big man was on top of him and shielding him with his body.

It took them a few moments to regain their senses. Rude lifted his head and stared down at his partner. “You okay man?”

Reno coughed and blinked, looking back up at him with a little grin. “Fine, yo. Where’s the girl?”

“I’m back here,” said the newly rescued young woman, walking out from the alley she’d ducked into. “Those bastards ambushed me on the job and tried to ransom me…but I guess you knew that already.”

Reno exchanged a look with Rude. No, they hadn’t known that until they got here and saw that the “package” they were sent to retrieve was a human being. For a moment, Rude enjoyed the feel of his partner’s lithe body pressing against his and then he rolled off of him and got to his feet, brushing his suit off. The redhead likewise rolled to his feet and did the same.

“We’d better leave before the fire brigade and police come,” Rude said. “The boss won’t like it if we’re seen on the scene.”

“Good call,” Reno agreed. “Come on, let’s take a shortcut through the alleys and get a cab a couple of blocks over.” He looked at the girl and asked: “What’s your name, doll?”

“The name’s Cissnei,” she answered, studying the two men appraisingly, “and I’m a Turk like you guys, not a ‘doll’. I don’t suppose either of you filched the keys to these things during the firefight?” She held up her cuffed wrists meaningfully.

“Oooh, feisty,” Reno chuckled, “sorry, I didn’t see any keys. It’s not a problem though—I can pick the lock once we’re in the clear, yo.”

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As soon as they were safely a couple of blocks away from the site of the conflict, Reno produced a pocketknife with several tiny tool attachments. Ignoring the sounds of the sirens in the distance, he told Cissnei to hold her arms out and he worked on the cuffs deftly. Within moments, they clicked open and he took them off of her and pocketed them. She rubbed her wrists reflexively while Rude hailed a cab. The three Turks got in and told the driver to take them up to the plate lift.

“Is the young Miss okay?” The driver asked when he noticed the bruise forming on Cissnei’s jaw.

“I’m fine,” she said coolly, “Just drive.”

Rude dialed Tseng’s number and held the phone to his ear. “We’ve retrieved the package, but there were complications,” he said softly when their superior answered the line.

“Was anyone injured?” Tseng inquired calmly.

“Only the contacts,” Rude answered.

“I see. The money?” Was the next question.

“We have it all. We…turned their offer down and gave a…counter offer of our own.”

Tseng’s voice sounded pleased. “Excellent. The three of you are to report to the Vice President’s office as soon as you arrive. Good work, both of you.”

“Thank you Sir. We’re on our way now.” Rude hung up and replaced his cellphone, debating on whether he should tell Reno that Tseng knew all along it was a rescue mission rather than a package pickup. He’d seen Reno’s temper and it was hard to predict what would set it off. Sure that Tseng and Rufus had their reasons for keeping information from them, the big man decided to leave it to them to explain to his partner.

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“Go right in,” the receptionist said as she pushed the door open to Rufus’ office and gestured. “He’s expecting you. The President is with him, so try to be on your best behavior.”

The three of them walked through the door and Reno saw a rather heavy-set man that he didn’t recognize, sitting in the lounge against the wall. The middle-aged man was dressed in a sharp, expensive red suit but that didn’t help his looks. He had thinning blonde hair and faded blue eyes. He had a cruel, scowling face and though Reno recognized a faint resemblance to Rufus in the eyes and hair color, it was clear that the VP had inherited his good looks from his mother. At least, the redhead assumed the chubby man was President Shinra because the only other people in the room were Rufus and Tseng.

President Shinra got up out of his seat as the three Turks lined up before Rufus’ desk and stood straight and still. He eyed all three of them and he frowned without recognition as his gaze settled on Reno. “You must be the new one,” the older man said, studying him appraisingly. “Do those facial markings carry some spiritual significance, like Tseng’s?”

Reno caught Rufus’ eyes and smiled a little. “Yes, Sir.”

The President noticed the look and he glanced over his shoulder at his son, who was sitting behind his desk and studying Reno’s markings himself as if seeing them for the first time. President Shinra frowned with disapproval at the intimate way his son’s eyes caressed the redhead, but he couldn’t very well fire the new Turk because of a look.

“Moving on to business,” The President said, clearing his throat to gather everyone’s attention, “I’ve been informed that the hostage exchange ended up in some rather spectacular fireworks. My orders were for you to retrieve Cissnei without drawing attention to this organization unless there was no other choice. You were supposed to make the exchange and leave, but instead I’m seeing news reports of a house exploding and seven corpses being retrieved from inside of it. I demand an explanation.”

It was on the tip of Reno’s tongue to blurt out that they didn’t even know they were paying ransom for a hostage, but the warning look Tseng gave him from over the President’s shoulder made him hold his tongue. Obviously he would have to wait to ask his questions.

“The situation demanded action,” Rude answered levelly. “We acted in the best interests of protecting the hostage, Sir.” It was the basic truth, after all. Rude fired the first shot but only after Cissnei’s captors struck her.

“I see,” responded the President, “So you feel this couldn’t have been avoided?”

“When we moved to protect her they opened fire,” Rude said—again telling the truth, if not in the full context.

“It was them or us, Sir,” Reno added with a shrug.

President Shinra considered this for a moment, looking at the three Turks searchingly. Finally, he sighed. “What happened to the gil?”

“We’ve got it, yo,” Reno said. He walked over to Rufus’ desk and started pulling out the stacks of bills stuffed into his jacket. Rude did the same and before long they had every gil accounted for and laid out on the VP’s desk.

President Shinra relaxed a little. “Well, I suppose there was no real harm done,” he said as he visually counted the gil. “I could even forgive the media attention this has drawn, since you didn’t get caught on the scene and now people will think twice before attempting to extort gil from this company. In the future, however, I would prefer the Turks use a bit less…enthusiasm…to get the job done. Rufus, have this gil re-deposited into the company account.”

The president turned to Reno and frowned at the state of his suit. “Not bad for you first day on the job, young man, but I want you to either straighten that suit up or put on a new one. I won’t have slovenly looking employees representing this company.”

Reno’s jaw tensed but he forced himself to nod respectfully. They watched the president leave the office and the redhead sighed when he was gone. “Well HE was a breath of fresh air,” he muttered sarcastically. He hadn’t meant to say it loud enough for anyone else to hear but evidently they did.

“My father thinks he can rule the world with money,” Rufus said disdainfully, “which is why his first impulse is to toss gil at people to make them see his side of things. It’s wasteful and ultimately provokes more disdain than respect. That’s why I sent the two of you on this hostage exchange.”

“Can I ask you something, Sir?” Reno questioned.

“Of course,” Rufus smirked, as if he knew what the redhead was going to ask but wanted to hear it anyway.

“Why didn’t you tell us we were picking up a hostage? Yo, I thought we were just buying a package from those suckers.”

Tseng shared a look with Rufus and stepped forward. “Sir, may I?” When Rufus nodded, the Wutaian explained, “Reno, you WERE retrieving a package. What the package was is of no consequence. All assignments are to be carried out with the assumption that they are of great importance—otherwise the Turks wouldn’t be called to do them. Vice President Shinra chose the two of you because he had faith that you could succeed not only in retrieving Cissnei, but that you could do so without giving the culprits the ransom they demanded.”

Reno absorbed all of this and shrugged. “Makes sense, I guess. So basically we’ve got a ‘no questions asked’ policy about assignments?”

“Correct,” Rufus nodded. “You should be proud, Reno. The two of you played the game flawlessly, despite what my father says. I refuse to give into terrorists and when the day comes for me to take over ShinRa, I want employees that will act on that policy.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Rude said. Reno echoed him, holding back a smile of pleasure.

“Well,” Rufus said, “now that we’ve sorted that all out, I’d like to speak with Reno in private. Will the three of you please take this gil to the company bank and have it deposited where it belongs?”

Tseng, Rude and Cissnei nodded in agreement and gathered the bills up, while Reno obeyed the beckoning gesture the boss made to him and moved around the left side of the desk.

“Let me see those,” Rufus said to Reno, crooking a finger for him to bend closer. The redhead complied and Rufus examined the new crescent-like tattoos on the sides of each of his high cheekbones. He reached out and traced the right-side one lightly with his fingertip and Reno winced a little. The skin was slightly irritated and still tender to the touch. Rufus smiled softly and waited for the others to leave before commenting. When the door closed behind the exiting Turks, the VP pushed the automatic locking button.

Turning back to Reno, he smiled. “I like them. They’re very appropriate for you, Fox.”

“Yeah?” Reno said, returning the smile. “I wasn’t sure. You don’t seem like the sort of guy that gets into tats, but I wanted to do something to…well, you know, to…” He trailed off uncertainly, unsure of how to say what he felt to Rufus’ face.

“Brand yourself as mine?” Rufus suggested in a purr.

“Something like that, yeah. I know, it sounds pretty stupid—” Reno tried to finish, but Rufus caught hold of his jacket and pulled firmly, giving him the choice of falling into his lap or crashing to the floor. Reno twisted so that he plopped sideways into his boss’ waiting lap, huffing a startled curse. Before he could recover from the abrupt sitting, Rufus’ mouth was hot and insistent against his.

His body reacted immediately to the demanding thrust of the VP’s tongue and Reno groaned softly and put his arms around his shoulders. Rufus supported his back with one arm and worked at the rest of the buttons on his shirt with the other. The ash-blonde moved his lips from Reno’s mouth to his throat as he parted the material and exposed the Turk’s chest and abdomen. His hand stroked and caressed the lithe torso while his lips and tongue kissed and licked his neck.

Unable to stand the throb of lust spreading from his pelvis to the rest of his body, Reno began to reciprocate. He flicked open the buttons of Rufus’ business suit, eager to do some exploring of his own. He half expected the VP to stop him but he didn’t. Rufus’ fingers traced sensual patterns on his belly and Reno’s breath quickened as they moved lower and lower, drawing closer to the source of the pressure.

“Sir,” Reno breathed as he felt the blonde’s hand settle between his legs for the first time. Rufus squeezed gently and began to rub the growing bulge there, murmuring a soft demand that Reno be still. The redhead swallowed and closed his eyes, doing his best to comply. He busied himself with parting Rufus’ jacket and going for his shirt, sighing the VP’s name as the skilled hand leisurely massaged his crotch.

Rufus suddenly stopped and Reno nearly whined with frustration. “Straddle me, Reno,” the other man ordered huskily.

Reno slid out of his lap and turned to face him before doing as he was told with dexterous ease. He looked into Rufus’ gray eyes and licked his lips daintily, watching his gaze follow the motion of his tongue. “Do you ever get out of this chair, boss?” Reno teased huskily, leaning forward and bending his head to nibble the other man’s earlobe.

Rufus chuckled softly and reached between the redhead’s legs again to resume his coaxing massage on his groin. “Of course, but I’ve a thing for ending the day with a sexy redhead straddling me in my office chair. When I’m not working, I’m exercising or researching.”

“I can think of a really great ‘exercise’ we could do together, yo,” Reno panted, nipping lightly at the boss’ throat.

~Fuck, his hand feels soooo good. He doesn’t just grope…he uses just the right pressure and he’s using the texture of my pants to…to…dammit, I…I think I’m gonna come!~

“Rufus,” Reno groaned, forgetting to address the man formally as his ministrations threatened to make him mess himself in his pants.

“Hold it back, Fox,” Rufus demanded sternly. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

Reno stared at him with open incredulity. “H-how the f-fuck do I do that?” he whimpered.

“Such language,” Rufus purred, kissing him deeply. He resumed massaging him in gentle circles, enjoying the hitching gasps and moans his fox made as he struggled to hold his building orgasm at bay. He paused for long enough to undo the redhead’s pants and he was pleasantly surprised to find that Reno went commando-style. He eased his subordinate’s rigid sex out of his pants and looked down at it for a moment, admiring the flushed cap and silken length before stroking the naked cock.

Reno undulated his hips and pawed at Rufus’ clothing desperately as the VP’s skilled touch made his groin and pelvic ache with hot need. He felt the material of the shirt rip a little but he didn’t care—his only concern was baring his companion’s skin and worshipping it with his mouth. Reno had never been with anyone that put so much focus on HIS pleasure before. He was used to his partners groping him for a bit…maybe giving him a quick blowjob, then leaving the rest of the hand and oral pleasuring to him. Rufus seemed to be more concerned with Reno’s pleasure than he was with his own and it made the redhead whimper appreciatively against his mouth.

“Calm down, little fox,” Rufus purred with amusement as Reno nipped at his throat and pulled his shirt open roughly.

“Can’t,” Reno answered in a desperate, sultry moan. “I wanna…I wanna suck you off, boss.”

Rufus swore softly and paused his stimulation of the young man’s dick. Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, he promised; “After I’ve finished with you, I’ll allow it.” He tugged on the redhead’s swollen length again, making him moan softly. ~I love the sounds he makes…so needy and grateful for the pleasure I’m giving him. Reno…Reno…you’ll drive me insane!~

Rufus stopped supporting the other man’s back and reached between his legs with his other hand to tease the sensitive urethra opening with the pads of his fingers, while gripping the base of the cock with the hand he’d been stroking it with. He smiled against the redhead’s parted, moaning lips as Reno trembled and tensed in response to the intense sensations. The reactions he was getting were so hot and gratifying, he wondered if he would be able to handle Reno when the time came to take him into his bed and start using toys on him to get him ready for the final step.

Reno pinched both of his companion’s nipples firmly between his thumb and forefinger and he got some consolation when Rufus groaned in response. He jerked uncontrollably as the man pressed the short, manicured nail of his thumb against the slit in the tip of his cock and moved the digit in tiny circles. It was so intense it was almost painful and Reno clenched his jaw and hissed Rufus’ name, his breath coming in fast, sharp pants.

“S-Sir,” Reno moaned raggedly after a few minutes of the torture. “I c-can’t stand it anymore! Fuck…please…let me come…please, Rufus!”

“As long as you promise to get it all on yourself,” Rufus panted, smiling at him wickedly.

Reno would have promised to write Rufus’ fucking name on the wall with his semen at that moment, if it meant a release from the agonizing need he felt. He nodded and kissed Rufus hungrily, whimpering an incoherent reply into his mouth. He reached down to grasp his cock, just above Rufus’ gripping hand. The VP released the base of his straining member and reached further down to cup his balls. Reno let out a series of sharp, quick moans as Rufus stroked above his grasping hand while squeezing his swollen balls rhythmically, milking them.

The orgasm rolled over Reno in pulsing waves, overcoming him. Just as he began to blow his load, he remembered the promise he made and he angled his throbbing cock away from the boss and toward himself, so that the thick ropes of cum struck his bared chest and abdomen. He threw his head back and groaned his companion’s name, never getting a drop of his seed on Rufus. He felt the other man’s smiling lips nuzzling his throat as the orgasm went on and on until his balls were aching and he had nothing left to expel. Reno brought his head forward again and looked down at his boss, panting heavily with his release as he examined Rufus to be sure he hadn’t gotten any spunk on him.

“Good job, Fox,” Rufus complimented with a smile as he released Reno’s softening cock and traced a finger through the slick smears of semen decorating the redhead’s pale torso. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked on it, curious about the Turk’s flavor. He found it to his liking and decided that he’d enjoy swallowing it when they had their next meeting. There was a faint but pleasant spice taste to the redhead’s cum, which wasn’t very surprising considering all of the cinnamon gum he chewed and the nutmeg and cinnamon he always had sprinkled in his coffee.

Reno kissed him sensually, doing that trick of his where his tongue teased the lips almost delicately to coax his to come out and play. Rufus complied, reaching out and around the redhead with his left hand to pull a drawer open. He felt around blindly while he kissed his subordinate, searching for the wipes. He found the box and fished a couple out before breaking the kiss and gently guiding Reno to lean back for him. He wiped the spunk off of the redhead’s still-heaving chest and tensed stomach, tossing the wipes in the bin before sliding his hands around Reno’s waist and kissing him again.

“That was fucking amazing,” Reno sighed when he’d calmed down enough to speak. He rested his perspiring cheek on Rufus’ shoulder and stroked his chest with one hand.

“So I take it you enjoyed that,” Rufus commented, smiling smugly as he nuzzled Reno’s hair.

“Oh yeah, boss. I freakin’ loved it alright,” Reno agreed, kissing his neck feverishly. “Now it’s your turn, yo.”

Rufus was about to tell him to wait a moment but the Turk slid with boneless grace out of his lap and to the floor, parting the VP’s knees with his hands and positioning his shoulders between them as soon as there was room. Rufus stared down at him, impressed by how quickly he worked. Reno’s deft hands had his pants opened and his rigid cock pulled out of his underwear within seconds. He didn’t even get a chance to brace himself before the Turk’s sensitive, appealing lips closed over the tip of his glans and slid down, slowly and exquisitely.

The Vice President fought a moan as that teasing tongue circled the glans and flicked delicately over it for a few moments. The redhead sucked the organ further into his mouth, then withdrew and did it again. He did this for several seconds, varying how deeply he took it into his mouth with each pass. His hand slipped under the cock he was pleasuring to cup Rufus’ balls and massage them.

“You’re amazing,” Rufus gasped, his hands clenching to fists on top of his desk. Before he could fully immerse himself in the fantastic sensations his Turk was giving him, the secretary buzzed his office phone. Rufus grunted with frustration and pushed the comm. Button. “Yes?” He held his voice steady, not betraying the pleasure he was feeling.

“The President is on line two of the comm. unit for you, Sir.” Answered the woman.

Rufus swore softly but Reno just kept on sucking, even though he must have heard the announcement. The young VP considered telling his companion to stop what he was doing until he finished talking to his father, but it felt so good he decided to let him continue unless the conversation became extended to the point where he couldn’t keep his voice steady. “Thank you, I’ll take it,” Rufus said to the secretary before switching the speaker to line two.

He gathered his wits and took a deep breath. “This is Rufus.”

“Rufus, did you have that gil deposited where it belongs?” Questioned the president.

The blonde closed his eyes as Reno deep-throated him and massaged his cock with the muscles of his throat. “Yes,” he answered. He couldn’t contain a soft grunt at the end of his statement and he flushed.

“Good. I must say, I’m not happy with the media attention this incident received but I’m pleased that they retrieved the girl without costing the company anything.”

~You said that earlier, you stupid old bastard!~

Rufus realized that his father was waiting for a reply and he was just about to answer when Reno’s tongue stroked firmly against the underside of his cock. A soft groan burst from his lips before he could stop it and he quickly attempted to rectify the situation. “Is there anything else I can do for you Father? I’m in the middle of a workout.” He smirked at the hidden meaning behind the word.

“A workout? In your office?” The president’s voice was suspicious.

“Calisthenics,” Rufus elaborated, grunting softly as Reno sucked harder and faster. Hell and damnation, was the redhead TRYING to make him come in the middle of a speaker conversation? “Is there anything else?”

The president sighed with annoyance. “The Turks seem to…like you,” he said it grudgingly, “So I’m leaving it up to you to keep them in line. Organized ‘families’ such as theirs tend to be a bit too enthusiastic and—dare I say—creative with their work. Since most of them seem so devoted to you, I’m counting on you to make sure they don’t overstep themselves.”

Rufus heard and felt Reno snicker softly around his cock and he was torn between amusement at the redhead’s reaction, pleasure at the feel of his vocal vibrations and annoyance that his companion was risking the president hearing him. “Leave it to me,” Rufus assured him. “I’ll talk to you in the morning, Father.” He didn’t bother waiting for a response before turning the speaker off. He looked down at Reno’s bobbing head, watching his cock sliding in and out of that skilled mouth.

“You’re a little devil,” Rufus grunted, tensing as the pleasure grew to an explosive point.

Reno nodded in agreement, smiling around the thick, hard shaft he was sucking on before deep-throating again and working his mouth, tongue and throat around it. He felt the VP’s fingers tangle into his hair and he didn’t mind the slight pain as Rufus inadvertently pulled it. He heard the whispered gasp of encouragement and he kept going until the ash-blonde’s hips lifted and his cock pulsed in his mouth. Reno swallowed the hot gush of Rufus’ release and squeezed his thighs supportively. There was a sweet tang to the VP’s cum that made the redhead curious. He made a couple more passes with his mouth before allowing Rufus’ sated cock to slide out of his mouth.

Rufus caught his breath as Reno climbed sensually and smoothly back up the VP’s body; tucking him deftly back into his pants and closing them back up. He smiled at Rufus as he straddled him again and kissed his gasping lips. “Like it, baby?” he said a little breathlessly, catching his superior’s bottom lip gently between his teeth and tugging.

“Damn, Reno,” Rufus sighed, putting his arms around the redhead and squeezing him briefly. “I not only liked it, but your way of speaking is threatening to make me hard all over again.” He normally wasn’t an open man, but in the afterglow of sexual release some of his barriers dropped and he felt comfortable enough to express his feelings.

Reno understood the significance of that, even though he wasn’t used to it. He rubbed his nose playfully against the VP’s and kissed him softly. “So, I noticed your cum had kind of a sweet taste to it, yo,” He commented shamelessly, “I’m curious about what makes it taste like that, Sir.”

“Pineapple juice,” Rufus smirked, fondling the Turk’s rump leisurely, “I drink several glasses of it per day and that’s one of the side-effects. Did you enjoy it?”

“Mmm, like candy,” Reno purred, licking the side of the VP’s face with unabashed sensuality.

“Reno, I believe YOU’RE going to be the one who wears ME out, when I take you to my bed.” Rufus sighed, tracing the redhead’s lips with his fingertips.

Reno grinned slyly at him. “Just don’t hold it against me, yo.”

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Rufus dismissed me after that and I spent the night in the company suite they assigned to me until I can get my own place. I didn’t sleep well, either. You know me…I’ve gotta have it all. I was up thinking about Rufus, Rude and Tseng most of the night and when I wasn’t getting myself hot over smutty thoughts about them I was worrying myself sick over finding just the right place for Ma to live.

Some people might ask why I didn’t just look for a place for both of us to live together, but now that I could get her a house somewhere safe and keep her financially secure, I could get my own place without worrying about her. There was my work and the questions she’d ask if we lived together, there was my sex life, there was the fact that I was finally an adult and there was also the fact that even if we lived in separate houses, we’d still be in the same neighborhood and I’d just be a few blocks away.

So yeah, I’m a “Mamma’s boy” but unlike a lot of other guys you could slap that label on, I was taking care of her instead of the other way around, yo. Plus…I REALLY wanted to see what it would be like to have my own place and the freedom to walk around naked…and invite someone in for some nookie without having to hide in the bedroom, know what I mean?

The next day I dragged Rude with me to Ma’s house. The poor guy tried to get out of it but I wouldn’t let him, yo. I’m just an asshole that way.

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-To be continued