Taking Care of Business

 

Chapter 6

Ugh. Why the hell did I agree to this again?

 Tseng knelt over me, his god damn beautiful body hovering inches from me, taunting me in the way only Tseng knows how to: His hair caressing my cheek but no touch. No skin. No contact. Which is precisely what he meant to do.

 I gulped again, cursing myself in my complete and total fucking stupidity. My brain is about as useful as Rude in a haircare commercial when it comes to multitasking, and being touched and seduced by Tseng had completely driven out my damn memories that he was still pissed at me.

 I shifted, trying to ignore my aching cock, wondering what the hell the crazy bastard had in store for me after this. I moved my hands above my head a little and tried to get a glimpse of Tseng’s face, but he just moved aside, laughing that dark laugh of his that normally accompanied him into the interrogation rooms back at Shinra Tower. Dammit! The tension was killing me here! But then, that was obviously pretty much what Tseng wanted. Without warning I suddenly felt his lips against my ear again and I shuddered, moving in towards the warmth instinctively, but before I knew it he was gone again.

 But the bastard wasn’t just gone. He was moving. I felt that silky smooth hair slowly trail down against my neck, my shoulder... and Tseng’s dark, smoky eyes suddenly rested on mine, filled with lust, anger, and another emotion I just couldn’t put my finger on. Well fuck – d’you blame me? When the head of the Turks is pissed at you – even if he is your damn lover - you have more important things to think about.

 He watched me for a while, studying me the way he does from across a desk while we’re at work – that look that gives you the sensation that he can just see straight through you, down to your damn bones, into your twisted little head. Something told me that talking right now wasn’t gonna help the situation, so I kept my big fat useless mouth tight shut, so I couldn’t really do much but look back, unable to tear my eyes away from his, my eyelids lowered lustfully and just hoping to fuck that he’d finish whatever the hell this was and let me touch his skin – that fucking flawless skin that made me melt into Reno Jelly every time I got the chance to brush past it.

 Tseng’s eyes glowed like coals, reflecting the nighttime lights of Midgar that glowed outside his bedroom window, and I suddenly saw his lips twitch slightly, as if he’d understood every fucking thought that had just gone through my head. He cocked an eyebrow and raised a finger – slowly, mockingly, and then lowered it carefully onto my chest, dragging it downwards across my stomach... my abdomen, watching my expression silently. My muscles twitched under his touch and before I knew it I was arching my hips again, like a fucking puppet on a string, reacting to every tiny touch, just waiting for the teasing son of a bitch to touch what I wanted him to.

...And then? The bastard stopped.

 His finger just stood still... less than an inch from my dick.

 I gotta admit something pretty unmanly here, because in case you hadn’t noticed by now, I’m impatient as fuck – I hate waiting around for anything. Sometimes just waiting for the coffee machine to work sometimes makes me want to go all Godzilla on the thing. And waiting for the damn lift to arrive at work? Well let’s just say when other people see me waiting... they know to take the stairs.

 But the point I’m trying to make here is this: My patience is about as long as Rude’s hair; so when I don’t get what the hell I want immediately, my body decides by itself what to do... and it sure as crap never asks my permission. Which is why, with Tseng’s finger less than a god damned inch from my aching cock, his eyebrow arched at me in that dark look that made my entire body just turn to goo... the next thing I heard was someone panting:

 “F-fuck... Boss please... just touch me...”

 It took me a few seconds to realise that had just come from me. Oh shit, had I just begged? I could feel the heat rising to my damn cheeks already, there was no way that perceptive asshole above me wouldn’t notice. I turned my face away and tried to cover it with hair. Yeah Reno... real smooth... he’s totally not gonna realise what you’re doing.

There was a pause. A silence. I could not so much hear as feel him thinking whether to give me what I wanted yet. Bastard.

“But I am touching you, Reno.”

...And that would be amusement in his voice there. Dammit! Guess my punishment wasn’t over yet. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? Didn’t he know just how close I was to going outta my tree here?! Come on Tseng... sure I’d disobeyed orders, but how the hell was that different to any other day?

 I decided to try another change of tack, still hiding my cheeks just in case. I licked my lips slowly and tried to think straight – something that my fucked up little brain finds difficult even at the best of times, least of all when all the blood’s flowing the opposite way. The words I decided on next stuck in my throat like broken glass.

“...Ok Tseng... y-you were right.” Ugh. Someone get my ego to E.R, I just put it in critical condition. “I-I’m....” A gulp. Ah shit. I decided my throbbing member was more important right now, and besides my ego was already half dead, I may as well kill it entirely.

I winced, bracing myself as though for a punch, and finally forced myself to say my least favourite word in the whole fucking world. “... ...Sorry.”

 That’s the trouble with having the Head of the Turks as your lover: having sex with a highly trained interrogation expert means you hardly ever win the argument.

 Again, Tseng had gone silent; And Tseng going silent is rarely a good thing – it means he’s thinking too damn much, plotting something. My ego was way too fucking bruised to look the asshole in the eye right now, which is why what happened next was so damn unexpected, it nearly made me shoot my load right then and there.

 Hot, wet warmth suddenly wrapped around almost all of my touch-starved cock without warning. A hand suddenly slid underneath me and was massaging my balls with an expert’s touch. All I could do was arch up and cry out in surprise, my cock twitching violently at finally getting a little attention, before I actually fucking realised what the hell was happening... and then it twitched even harder.

 When I finally had the self control to look down, it took stupid Reno here a few seconds to make sense of what the hell I was seeing. Fucking beautiful black hair fanned out across my hips like a waterfall, half covering those brain-meltingly hot Wutaian eyes, fixed on me as they moved, and that set of lips that just looked half-mocking, half-seductive as they slid up and down my member.

Tseng, head of the Turks, was sucking me off.

 If I had the brain power left to be surprised I would have been, but right now my brain capacity was more on par with a drunken chimpanzee, so all I could do was stare back into Tseng’s dark eyes lustfully, needfully, panting, groaning as the sadistic asshole below me started sucking slowly, flicking his tongue out against the underside of my dick, making me gasp and clench my fists above my head, just wishing I could get free and wrap my hands in that damn perfect hair.

 Three months ago this shit was the stuff of fantasy – something I’d think about when I was bored at work – y’know, when I had nothing better to do but paperwork. Now my boss was kneeling at the end of my bed, his eyes fixed on mine, my dick in his mouth and fuck... but this was better than any stupid fantasy.

 I muttered his name as my eyes rolled back into my head, my hips attempting to jerk up into that perfect mouth, but by now Tseng had placed a hand across my hips to stop me, his other hand still teasing my balls. He just let his lip twitch around my leaking cock in what could have been a smirk and took me in deeper, after three months of practice knowing just exactly what to touch... what to do to make me feel good.

 I couldn’t even think any more, couldn’t even remember my own damn name. All I knew was that it felt so fucking good, and that my muscles were twitching as though I was about to have some kind of sex-induced seizure. My member felt as though I was already close, even though Tseng had hardly picked up the pace. All that damn teasing had just sent my senses into overdrive. I could feel my dick twitching inside Tseng’s hot mouth, could feel him licking away the precum and I screwed my eyes shut, finally breaking eye contact as the warm aching sensation swelled up inside me. I could feel the sweat dripping off me by the bucket as one last time I forced my vocal chords to form a sentence, trying desperately to hold off until I’d spoken.

“Ahh... Tseng.... I-I’m gonna-“

 But the thing is... I didn’t.

 As soon as Tseng had heard me speak he’d pulled away, squeezing the base of my member to stop me reaching orgasm.

 Shit. I guess Tseng wasn’t done with me after all.

 I’d practically lost my voice through groaning by this point, but I still managed to whimper, tears forming in the corners of my eyes through sheer frustration, arching my back, writhing and feeling as though I was about to go out of my tree with lust. Dammit, I’d already said fucking sorry! What more did the crazy bastard want?!

 My member was throbbing so hard it hurt. Nobody had ever teased me this much before. Mostly because I’d never let them, but my body just wasn’t used to it. For me, sex had always been ‘Pants off, do what you gotta do, get dressed, gone’, but with Tseng it was different. Even when he wasn’t teasing me to the point where I thought my brain might just goddamn implode, the actual orgasm wasn’t that important to me anymore. It was being close to the guy, smelling that Tseng smell that only belonged to him, having the privilege of being able to touch that dark, Wutaian skin without him snapping off my arm for it.

 Crap I sound like a girl for admitting this, but...

 It was the intimacy.

“Reno.” Tseng mumbled, his voice a mixture of lust, anger and amusement. Me? I was way too distracted by the fact my penis felt like it was about to explode like a rocket, and who the hell could concentrate on speech at a time like that?!

 Tseng waited for a moment, his fingers still clamped around my dick, determined not to let me cum.

“Reno.”

He said it a little more forcefully this time, apparently losing his patience. Geez. Well ‘scuse me boss, sorry for being distracted by the fucking space shuttle in my crotch.

 I frowned, trying to remember how to speak. Eventually I just gave up and went with a grunt, still writhing, precum slipping down over his fingers and over my inner thighs. Personally, I thought it was a fucking miracle I was still conscious, let alone speaking.

There was a ruffling of sheets as Tseng leaned up and into my ear once more, breathing against my neck. My hips jerked and he let out a sadistic chuckle. Bastard. If I wasn’t in love with him, I’d’ve killed the psycho by now.

 “Reno, I need to know you’re going to obey orders from now on.” He purred into my ear, but even as fucked in the head as I was I could recognise the seriousness in his voice; the concern that – if it had been anyone but me – would’ve gone unnoticed. Despite my not-so-sober mental state right now, I could still tell that this was what the whole thing was about. Tseng was trying to look out for me... the only way he knew would get through to me.

 I gulped. Tseng took a breath and released his grip on my member, apparently knowing that I wouldn’t spontaneously explode any more. I panted and turned my face away. Come on, Tseng! Now isn’t the time for this crap! Apparently though, Tseng was taking full advantage of the fact I couldn’t get away from him. Dammit! I had no choice but to listen. Somehow, I didn’t think pretending to be asleep would be too believable this time

 “You nearly died today because of your stubbornness and impatience. You acted like an imbecile. You’re better than that.” Anger. Tseng’s voice got a little louder and he backed off, moving his position to straddle me, apparently so I couldn’t move around and would concentrate on him instead. I peered an eye open nervously and looked at him, glaring at me like he was ready to rip my own damn limbs off and feed them to me if I did something wrong. “You know you’re better than that.”

 Bullshit. Not that I said that out loud, of course. I quite liked my body parts where they were.

Gladly Tseng wasn’t looking for an answer. Instead he leaned up above my head and started messing with something out of my line of sight, and started speaking again.

 “You’d sure as hell better start taking orders from now on, Reno, or I’ll teach you patience..." His eyes narrowed intimidatingly, making damn sure I understood, "... the hard way. ”

 There was a dangerous growl in his deep, Wutaian voice now and I knew he wasn’t joking. Just to hedge my bets and make sure all my limbs stayed attached for a while longer, I gulped and nodded in agreement. It was the best I could do at the time, I mean... the prospect of answering him with something as fucking subservient as 'yes Sir.' was enough to bring me out in a cold sweat... but I knew there was no way I was getting out of this until the son of a bitch knew that I'd understood. A nod, and a blush like a baboon's ass was all I could do.

 

 ...Well come on, d’you blame me? When Tseng’s this angry it’s best just to do what he says and hope he doesn’t just rip your balls off and choke you with them.

 Apparently the nod was enough for him... just. He sighed in frustration but the glare softened a little. I heard a click above my head and finally realised he’d been messing with the handcuffs – he’d just let me go.

 Apparently my lesson was over.

 Fucking finally I could touch him, and like the whipped little ass I am that’s exactly what I did do: sitting up as fast as I could with my over-exerted muscles, trailing my fingers over every inch of him I could get my damn hands on, leaning forwards and kissing the hell out of him needfully. Who gave a shit if this cold, professional bastard had just teased me to breaking point? My member was throbbing like a Mako reactor on overload, and no matter what he’d just said, I was betting he wanted this as much as me.

Tseng kissed back just as needfully, letting loose a low purr of a moan into my mouth as he wrapped his hands in my now scarecrow-like hair. Like I gave a crap though. After all the hassle and nearly being shot tonight, I could look like shit ran over twice for all I cared, right now all I wanted was for Tseng to get the hell inside me and finish what he’d started. With that thought in mind, my legs instinctively started to part, giving yet another oh-so-subtle, renoish hint of what I wanted, but yet again, Tseng had other Ideas.

 A long Wutaian hand grabbed my leg, and even without breaking the kiss, the confusing bastard in my lap forced my legs shut again.

 I frowned. What the hell?! Did he think this aching boner was just gonna go away by itself or something? Determined to get my own way I tried again... but I was made for speed, not strength, and Tseng simply overpowered me and kept my legs exactly where they were.

 This was... fucking infuriating. I was desperate here! How long was he going to drag this shit out for? Until I finally cracked and ended up needing a rubber room - rocking back and forth with drool hangin' from my chin? Because the way things were going that was gonna be any moment now.

 I growled a little into his mouth and bucked my hips in frustration: I have a great way of communicating without speech, but Tseng’s fingers just trailed across my back and round to my chest, sliding over a nipple and sending shockwaves down my back before he moved a single hand up towards mine, interlacing our fingers before pulling away from the kiss with a pant. I was losing it. I was practically on the edge of calling him every name in my vocabulary for how fucking teasing this was. I opened my mouth and glared at him... when I saw what he was doing with my hand.

Two of my fingers were now laying against his lips as a faint smile appeared on them momentarily. I blinked stupidly, mouth still hanging open like a moron, confused.

 Have you ever had one of those erotic dreams? One that seemed so damn real that when you woke up you couldn’t figure out whether it had really happened? I have those a lot. Nearly every damn night actually: my sex drive runs 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and I’ve got no damn control over it whatsoever. My dreams used to be about girls – chicks, sometimes more than one, in my bed and... well... you get the picture. These days it was Tseng who took main role in my dreams, and what he said next made me wonder whether I was actually dreaming right now.

 “Reno,” He purred, lips brushing the tips of my fingers, his eyes leveled on mine lustfully, “...I want to ride you.”