Payback's a Bitch

Disclaimer: If Reno were mine, he’d be naked and chained to my bedroom wall at all times. But he’s not; he belongs to the creative geniuses at Square Enix. The other character does as well…I’m not going to let his (or her) name slip though.

A/N: My first Turk fic, so be nice to me, k? It’s also the first time I’ve tried being deliberately funny. This is the product of a first line plot bunny that hit me one night and it’s dedicated to Miss Havok for turning me into a fan of the redhead in the first place. Havi, you have utterly corrupted my mind over the past year and I thank you for it. Oh, if you don't like crossdressing, don't read.
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Note to self – in the future; don’t get so drunk that I can’t remember whose bed I wake up cuffed to. The sheets underneath me are satin or something equally smooth, so I know this sure as hell ain’t my bed. And I don’t smell stale cigarette smoke either, another clue that I’m definitely not at home.

I open my eyes to try and see where in the hell I am, but there’s only more blankness. Goddammit all, I’m blindfolded too. Why didn’t I wake up during this? Oh, right. I was so drunk last night that not even Elena singing that damnable milkshake song near my ear would’ve woken me up.

The shirt I’m wearing doesn’t seem like mine; it feels too nice and soft. Plus, it’s actually buttoned up. Somebody dressed me while I was passed out. Well, half dressed me at least. My lower body is completely naked. All right, who in the hell stripped me when I was sleeping?!

I can hear the door open now. Hmm, maybe the person will say something and I’ll recognize the voice. Holy, that sounds like something out of a low-budget spy movie. Let’s see if it works….

Nope. I can’t hear a damn thing other than footsteps getting closer and closer to the bed. That means it probably ain’t Tseng. Fucker could sneak up behind a person and break his neck without ever being heard. The guy’s my boss and all, but damn he’s creepy.

Weight on the bed makes me shift a bit and I can feel someone’s hands sliding something fabricy up my legs, lifting up my ass so that it rests around my waist. It falls to just above my knees and there’s nothing between my legs. Okay then, I’m being put in a skirt. Umm, why?

Next comes a pair of what can only be stockings, sliding up my legs all nice and smooth-like. Bet that whoever’s doing this to me was surprised to see that I shave my legs. Until now, that was the little secret that only the people I fuck and I know about. Did I get laid last night or not? If I did, it must’ve been really bad because I don’t remember it.

Skirt, stockings, and now – shoes? What in the hell is being done to me? I probably wouldn’t be so damned annoyed if I was able to see what was going on, but I have no fucking clue and that pisses me off. In fact, I might actually be enjoying myself if I knew what I was being dressed up as.

Seems like all the preparations are done now because there’s a hand sliding up the stockings, under the skirt, and towards my cock. Now’s that’s what I’m talking about, getting to the action. And the hand is small and smooth, so either Tseng is trying to play with my head or Laney’s decided that she actually wants me because there’s no way that this is Rude’s hand stroking me like this. His hands are too big and rough.

My hips rock into the touch and I hear myself whimpering once that spot behind my balls is pressed on. Whoever’s doing this has to be pretty experienced. But it’s getting increasingly hard to think because there is warm wetness around my erection now. Sweet Holy, someone’s giving me head. I don’t even care who it is as long as this is good. The fact that I have no clue about the identity of said cocksucker is only making me harder and more eager to really enjoy myself.

A tongue dips expertly into the slit as that hand squeezes my balls lightly and I can’t help but gasp and rock my hips. Shit, I want more, now, but I’m just being teased carefully, that talented tongue and mouth licking and sucking and having me make noises I don’t make often.

Moaning and the feeling of teeth scraping against the underside roughly is what pushes me over the edge and I scream out…something, I dunno what, as I come hard into the mouth around my cock. I pant and feel swallowing, then there’s nothing other than the skirt against me and the sound of a camera, along with that damned flash brightness.

Pictures? Why are there pictures being taken of me? I mean, I like it and all, but it’s still weird as hell since I have no fucking clue who’s taking the pictures.

And then the blindfold comes off and I look right up at Elena, who right now is smirking as smugly as if she’s just tricked that spiky-haired Avalanche brat into giving up his sword. Can we say compensation, anyone?

“Consider this payback for taking those pictures of me and Scarlet in the lady’s locker room, then posting them on the bulletin board in Rufus’s office. There are plenty of pictures here I think both Tseng and Rufus would love to get their hands on.”

My only response is to look at her, laugh, and ask, “What, you thought I wouldn’t like being played with like this? Hell, this was hotter than anything I’ve done in at least a couple of weeks. Go right ahead and give the pictures away to everyone in the building for all I care."