Deliverance

*Authors note: this is a part of “renosaga,” and though it isn’t necessary
to read all the other Reno-fics I’ve written, it might be a good idea to read
“Unexpectancy” because this is a direct result of the events that took place
in that story. oh yeah, see the prof for the disclamer... i don't own reno (though he would be an interesting little bitch... hehehe)or anyone else*

Deliverance

Tseng woke up from a dream in a feverish daze. He had dreamt
about the fiery redhead again, the one who took his sexual fantasies to a new
level. The one that was driving a wedge between he and Elena. The one who
he saw and communicated with (if only to straiten his goddamned tie) on a
daily basis.

Reno.

It was a one-time thing, and Tseng hated to admit it, but it was disappointing
that Reno had shown no interest in continuing the venture. In fact he had acted
like nothing at all happened, so Tseng had done the same, handing out assignments,
filling out paperwork, listening to Rufus bitch…

At night his mind took him back to the thralls of passion that Reno had bestowed
on him. A mistake that had turned into an insane threesome was bringing out a
realization: that Reno was far more interesting than Elena. He was so intense.
That single embrace set Tseng’s groin on fire, pleading for more mentally, but not
daring to say a thing. Professionals don’t get sappy over each other. That was a
sign of an amateur; a sign of weakness.

Every time Reno walked into his office Tseng scolded him for his constant violation
of dress code. “Button your shirt, Reno,” and “Iron your damn suit, Reno,” was all
that was exchanged between them outside daily reports and mission statuses. Not
so much for the dress code that Reno had disregarded for years, but for Tseng, who
couldn’t tolerate another second of exposed chest without pouncing and devouring.

Tseng stopped returning Elena’s phone calls after a while. Elena was turning into a
regular “stress-me-out” girlfriend, which was one reason he was sitting in a dim bar
drinking tequila. He tossed Reeve’s daily report on AVALANCHE aside, rubbing his
temples. There was going to be a rendezvous at the Golden Saucer next week, and
Tseng was going personally to retrieve the keystone. Might as well let your enemy do
your work for you. The whole thing had a bad vibe about it though, and if that wasn’t
bad enough, if Tseng had to listen to either Scarlet or Heiddiger’s stupid nasal laugh
one more time, he was just going to quit.

Quitting became a more logical option around his third or fourth shot. He was just
itching to get out of Midgar—even if it was on assignment to an Ancient site. “One
more,” he told the bartender miserably.

“Two more—with lime!” a voice suddenly said beside him. “Jesus, Tseng, these things
are sick without salt and lime. How the hell do you do it?”

Tseng turned on his stool and saw Reno sprinkling salt onto his tongue. “Hi,” he said
lamely as Reno downed the shot, sucking the lime tantalizingly. He felt hot suddenly.
The smell of the younger Turk had a memorable aphrodisiac effect on him—did he know
just how much he affected him? He must… sucking on that lime so teasingly…

“How’s Elena?” Reno asked nonchalantly. Tseng almost told him to actually tie his tie
out of habit. Typical workaholic… he scolded himself.

“We broke up,” he replied, downing the bitter concoction without wincing.

“That sucks—why’s that?” Reno prodded, tightening a bandage under his sleeve. Tseng
wasn’t sure what injury he was hiding, but past experience told him that he was probably
using his run-ins with Cloud as an excuse to hide more self-destructive wounds.

“You,” Tseng told him honestly, looking him in the eye.

“Me??” Reno asked dubiously, motioning for another drink. “The hell is that supposta
mean?”

“Come on Reno, our sex-lives bombed after… … you know,” Tseng snorted. “How were we
supposed to compare to that? Not to mention how the whole thing started…”

Tseng felt awkward, but he had wanted to tell Reno anyway. This was the first indication
that Reno had even remembered the event, and it made Tseng blush internally. It had
been so unprofessional of him to join in, despite his best efforts to resist.

Reno shrugged and scratched his chest lazily, right where Tseng had injured him in his
initial fury.

“Did I hurt you badly?” Tseng asked. The question came off as more concerned than he
wanted to sound.

“Hm? Oh, that,” Reno dismissed. “There’s barely even a scar.”

He sounded disappointed.

“I can’t believe you sent those pictures out,” Tseng laughed mildly. “You should have
seen Rufus’ face.”

Reno laughed loudly. “Me too—that would have been fuckin’ hot! How long did it take
to get Elena’s panties down?”

“Two hours and one emotional crisis later…” Tseng told him, recalling with a small smile
how upset she had been. The alcohol was starting to loosen him up; laughter was
coming a little easier. So was his lust. He had been dying to do to Reno what he had
done to him. The smell of his sweat and the sight of his bare chest was driving him
off the wall with desire.

“Yeah, well it served her right. She’s such a slut,” Reno commented, stuffing some gil
into a plastic tips cup.

Tseng couldn’t take much more. He had to have Reno and soon. Fortunately, he knew
exactly how to subtly come onto the damn masochist without too much awkwardness.

He laid a hard punch in the mouth to the redhead, knocking him off of his stool. “Don’t
you call her a slut!” he shouted, feigning anger.

As Tseng expected, desire sheened off of Reno’s eyes as he wiped blood from his mouth.
“Fucker!” he cursed. “Run you little bitch, cuz I’m gonna pound the fuck outta you when
I catch up!” Taking the hint, Tseng bolted out the door, Reno hot on his heals. Slightly
out of character, but believable. Bar patrons only watched in mild curiosity as “Turk
justice” was dealt between them, not suspecting in the slightest the message exchanged
behind the act.

Tseng was almost to his car when Reno caught up to him and grabbed his blazer. Tseng
grabbed his skinny arms and whipped him into the Mercedes. He yanked a fistful of
red hair and smashed his face into the window—not too hard, but certainly enough to
hurt. He threw open the door as Reno recoiled and tossed his co-worker in, slamming it
shut behind him. Tseng leapt over to the driver’s side and blazed out of the parking lot
with a squeal of tires.

Reno checked the blood flowing freely from his nose. “GodDAMN that was hot, Tseng!”
he cursed. “I’m so fuckin’ hard right now…”

Tseng didn’t reply, he just tried to focus on the road with his head swimming in a puddle
of hot desire. He was painfully hard—not necessarily from the actual act of hurting him,
but the fact that what he had done turned Reno on so much. He had been right—Elena
had nothing on him when it came to strange fetishes.

It was fortunate that this particular car was an automatic because Reno was draped across
where the stick shift would have been, unbuckling Tseng’s pants. His cock sprang out at
Reno, who teased mercilessly with that same tongue that so delicately drained the juice
from the lime wedge. Tseng was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his alignment
problem was suddenly easy to handle. “…Reno…” he breathed, pleading for him to stop
playing so teasingly and just give the damn blowjob.

Reno didn’t heed the request. For five stretched out blocks and two agonizingly long
red lights he teased and teased, just barely taking the head in, flicking the tongue around,
over and under the slit and withdrawing, never quite finishing the task.

Reno pulled away when Tseng parked. “Which floor?” he asked, looking up at the tall
apartment complex.

“Fourth,” Tseng told him, buttoning his pants and stepping out.

There was something innately sexy about Reno’s gate as they approached the doors.
It was all Tseng could do to keep himself from stroking Reno’s muscular ass from
behind in public.

Reno ducked into the elevator before Tseng could catch up and winked at him as the
doors closed. Tseng cursed and darted up the stairs. He had Reno right where he
wanted him and suddenly he slipped away from his grip. The feeling in his chest might
have been akin to separation anxiety—if only for the duration of four flights of stairs.
Strangely, it was unsettling. Or maybe he just had a shot or two more than he should
have (definite possibility…).

Tseng briefly caught his breath when he reached his floor and only had to wait a couple
seconds for the elevator to arrive. He reached in and grabbed Reno—who looked like he
was expecting the attack. He dragged him to the apartment door and fumbled for his
keys while Reno mercilessly ground his erection against his backside.

Once inside, Reno pinned Tseng up against a wall, struggling to rid the both of them of
their clothing. When Reno attempted to ravish Tseng’s lips he slowed the frantic pace
by placing a finger over Reno’s eager mouth with an almost devious smile. Reno
clenched Tseng’s shirt in his fists in protest.

“Patience,” Tseng said simply.

Reno grabbed his superior’s tie and yanked. “I don’t wanna be patient!” he growled.
“I want you right now!”

The demand intensified the erection in Tseng’s pants. It was taking all of his will power
to not jump Reno that instant and immediately gratify himself without savoring a single
moment. This restraint was something that Reno apparently didn’t have. It never
occurred to him until now how much of a spoiled child Reno was. Whatever he wanted
he either got or took, and was very broody if he didn’t get it right away. He was a
wild animal, acting out on feral and carnal instinct.

Tseng would tame this wild Turk yet.

He removed the rumpled tie and wrapped it around Reno’s eyes. “You had your turn
last time,” he scolded. “Put your hands to the back of your neck and march your ass
to the bedroom, do you understand?” Tseng didn’t really intend on getting incredibly
dominant, but in order to put Reno in his place it was going to take a little more than
sweet talk.

Reno unclenched his fists and let Tseng go. He seemed to be considering just ripping
the tie off of his head and taking what he wanted right then and there. Tseng decided
that if that’s what he really wanted to do, then it was all right, but he relaxed after a
moment and complied. “Alright. Show me your way.”

Tseng put a hand on his back and guided him to the bedroom, where a red lamp was
casting a pink glow on everything. It amplified the skin tones of his lover, adding to
the sex appeal and the sensuality of everything they were about to do. He was
already half undressed; it was just a matter of sliding the shirt aside and undoing his
belt so his pants fell around his ankles to shamelessly reveal his commando habit.
His cock was long and hard, well ready for attention, but Tseng left it alone for the
moment. He taunted the man with his lips and fingers, watching goose bumps form
and the shorter hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

There was nothing violent about the way Tseng was seducing him, and he was afraid
it would turn Reno off. But in fact, quite to opposite was true. Reno remained quite
hard through Tseng’s game of teasing a stripping, even letting out little gasps as
Tseng explored the hollow of his neck and worshiped his hard nipples.

Reno was apparently so used to Tseng’s gentle caresses and teasing kisses that
when at last his cock was devoured he moaned and staggered backwards and blindly
in the suddenness. Tseng guided the fall to the bed and continue to suck on Reno’s
amazing hard on while he moaned loudly. “Tseng, you gotta fuck me!” Reno hissed
desperately, getting ready to rip the makeshift blindfold off of his head.

Tseng’s hand snapped up and held it in place, quietly keeping his lips just over the
tip of Reno’s cock. He said nothing, but Reno’s state of heaving breath and sexual
tension made him consider following through sooner than he planned. Besides, his
own very solid member was begging for attention beneath his belt.

Tseng’s tongue slithered down to Reno’s balls, around and under them and at last
reaching it’s final destination, probing and thoroughly lubricating. Reno groaned.

“You fuckin’ tease…” he accused, keeping his hands tightly clasped behind his neck.
“You’re getting me back aren’t you, you bastard…ah!”

Reno’s sentence fell short when Tseng began to penetrate with no warning. Tseng
was afraid he’s hurt him for a moment, but seeing the elation from final deliverance
on his face encouraged him to continue to push in slowly and deliberately, savoring
the tight friction his sex so craved.

Sweet, sweet deliverance! Tseng used one hand to pump Reno’s cock in a similar
rhythm to the fucking and the other to establish a firm grasp on his ass, using it to
build momentum. Apparently Reno could take no more of this slow pace. At last
he was able to rip off the blindfold and gaze sharply into Tseng’s eyes, wrapping his
arms and legs around his seducer and dramatically upping the pace, grinding against
his hips and forcing deep, fast thrusts.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” Tseng confessed—drunk with the hot pleasure
of fulfilling a deep seeded fantasy. Only Reno could slake the lust and passion deep
beneath the surface of the steel exterior of Tseng the Turk. He proved it when he
invaded into his and Elena’s relationship.

Reno replied by bringing him down into a long and elating kiss. From his breathing and
pounding pulse he was going to come soon, and so was Tseng.

The timing was near perfect. The increase friction Reno offered at last wrenched a cry
from Tseng as he came into Reno, the ruffled redhead going off a moment later in his
hand. There they remained for a few moments, catching their breath in each other’s arms.

Tseng expected Reno to squirm like a kid at a lecture, but he seemed very comfortable
where he was, even basking in the afterglow. After a moment though, as Tseng expected
he got up and cleaned himself off, reaching for his pants.

“Don’t go,” Tseng requested after a moment. The words sort of caught them both off
guard—Reno never really liked to stick around after an encounter (especially one
spawned from a bar), and Tseng couldn’t believe that those words came from his mouth.
Something deep had been stirred up by the whole evening, and he couldn’t quite place
what. It sort of felt like those few moments when he had to dash up to stairs without
Reno.

“Huh?” was Reno’s response.

“I want you to stay,” Tseng repeated calmly. At least he still sounded like he was
in control of the ache in his chest. He guessed that was what got him to the top of
the Turk food chain—composure.

Reno sat back down, still naked, fumbling for a cigarette buried deep within the pockets
of his pants. A smirk twitched at his lips, but not a cruel one. “Am I that easy to read?”

It sort of came as a surprise to Tseng—Reno really wanted to stay, but was leaving
for his sake by some social grace standard? That was a psychological nightmare he
didn’t want to even try to untangle. He didn’t deny that he didn’t pick up the vibe
from Reno, but he decided not to affirm it either.

“Reno, we kill people for a living. We shit on people’s names, we steal and we can’t
lose focus in a game like that. I know there’s no room for things like this in what we
do… but…” Tseng lost what he was going to say. Maybe it was just going to sound
too cheesy. Reno waited patiently for Tseng to try and gather the words in the right
order. Inwardly cringing at how unprofessional he sounded, Tseng continued. “I
don’t want to be apart from you.”

Reno thought this over. This was Tseng here, not some drunken blunder. Like
Rude, he never said anything unless he meant it, and wasn’t very good at expressing
it. Like Elena, when he did share what was on his mind it seemed just a tad naïve.
But like himself, Tseng never did anything halfway—he would follow through for better
or worse.

“So… you wanna go steady or something?” Reno finally interpreted, running a hand
through Tseng’s sweaty hair. Neither of them were very romantic people but
suddenly the room swelled with the word. Romantic. Desperate. Deliverance…

“Only if your serious,” Tseng told him. “If not, we’ll say goodbye in the morning and
just continue our miserable, meager existences.” As if he could alleviate the depression
between them with something as simple as companionship. Many have claimed,
few had held out.

Reno kissed Tseng’s forehead and contemplated quietly for a moment. “Alright.
I’m serious. I’m not real good at it… but for you I guess I’ll try…”

For him…

A semi-verbal agreement was made. Reno and Tseng stayed true to each other.
Tseng tamed the beast, and Reno brought out the animal. And for the moment,
everything was all right.

For the moment anyway.


End
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*obviously the next story right after this would be Misery and Company ^.^*