Wonder How Long...

Wonder How Long…

Reno was contemplating for a long time not even acknowledging the memo on his desk. It was sitting there in front of him, more foreboding then the pile of bills next to it. Running a hand through red hair in agitation he scowls, reading yet again.

'Board Meeting. The boss says to be there. It sounded like he meant business. He also said you are not allowed to miss any more meetings. Doesn't matter if you're sick, drunk, or on vacation.'

‘Business indeed.’ Reno certainly remembers one particular evening about three months back when Rufus had meant "business." Sighing, the redhead looks up at the clock. ‘Two minutes late already...’

Well, Rufus had caught on to him, and he was running out of excuses. Getting up from his desk and taking another long swallow of coffee and whiskey, Reno grabs the memo on his desk for comfort, (Rude had written it) and dutifully marches off the meeting just in time to arrive twelve minutes late.

This was fashionable tardiness by Reno's standards but he knew Rufus was thinking otherwise and frankly, he could give a shit less. These days he’s finding every excuse to avoid the ShinRa vice-president and when he couldn't, he would put on his best, but ultimately useless act of bravado, being as annoying as possible.

‘Even if all that blond bastard did was fucking smirk…’ Reno glares to himself in annoyance, mustering all his irritation for his grand entrance. ’Alrighty... time to put on the act now!'

Reno’s grinning as he enters the boardroom, a little buzzed and acting drunk. He finds his chair (across from Rufus) and sits down, landing his boots on the table in front of him with a heavy thud and letting out a loud belch.

"Whaddid I miss yo?" If he had this his way, he was going to make this meeting fun...for him anyway!

‘Predictably 12 minutes late almost to the second…’ Rufus muses, steepling his fingers in front of his smirking lips as the redhead TURK messily seats himself across the table. He eyes the crumpled scrap of paper still clutched in Reno’s hand.

‘Probably that memo I had Rude take before he left for Junon… My.. what venom could have led Reno to abuse a note from me in such a way?’ Rufus chuckles to himself, crinkling his eyes with mirth as he recalls the events of an evening now three months past.

‘He’s still pissed about that? He called me!’ Rufus scowls at the redhead’s boots, now at rest on the shiny surface of the boardroom table.

Heidegger had fallen silent mid sentence while delivering his security and operations address for some completely inane upcoming ribbon cutting event or some other nonsense and looked questioningly at the President across the table of silent TURKS and other ShinRa personnel.

Rufus has to admit that he hadn’t been paying the slightest bit of attention to the man and still now ignored his mouth flapping silence as he regards the redhead, carefully arranged as if he didn’t give a shit, resplendent in all his unconcerned, rumpled glory.

Rufus’ lips twist with a small smirk. “Not much Reno… Just my address to the assembly… oh and the doughnuts.” Rufus waves a hand vaguely toward an empty cellophane topped box at the other end of the long table. A couple people cough nervously.

“Reno….. do I really have to tell you to get your boots off my boardroom table?” Rufus arches his eyebrows. Heidegger takes the ensuing silence as an opportunity to plunge ahead with his speech.

Reno's eye twitches with annoyance, ‘That damn placid face! Damn I wanna wipe that smirk away! An’ fuck I coulda used a sugar high..’

He gives the empty pastry carton a surly glare and ignores a slight rumbling in his stomach, continuing to smile over at Rufus, avoiding his eyes to stare at his pristine shoulder, the white suit freshly ironed.

‘So this is apparently a completely pointless meeting with absolutely no importance but Rufus still demands I be here? Oh the nerve of that guy!'

Reno, carefully disallowing anything like logic to interfere with his annoyance at the idea of Rufus in general, yawns loudly and stretches, unctucked shirt rising to expose pale belly.

He doesn't remove his boots. In fact, instead of addressing Rufus at all, he just turns his attention to Elena who is sitting next to him and looking nervous, (She had eaten the last doughnut and seen the occasionally unpredictable TURK’s glare of irritation.)

"Hey ‘lena? My feet bothering you yo?" When Elena gives no verbal response, simply blushing and looking down at her lap Reno chuckles, finally meeting Rufus's eyes and suppressing a shudder.

"See Rufus? It seems I'm not bothering anyone here but you yo, so I see no reason to move my feet." Reno snaps cheekily, ignoring Heidegger. In fact, everyone was ignoring the big man it seemed to instead watch this tense interaction.

Reno didn't mind in the least either, there was whiskey and caffeine in his system which was numbing his logic enough to be brash to Rufus Shinra.

'Man, I am such an ass sometimes, but I suppose it's only right dealing with Rufus. He should win the number one brat award, instead of the number one bachelor award... not that he gets that either.' Reno mulls this over for a moment, while waiting for the shit to hit the fan. And knowing Rufus the shit in question would probably smell like roses and be about as pleasant as acid rain.

Ice blue irises become only slightly more visible for a split second as Rufus’ eyes widen at the redhead’s bold use of his first name. ‘What in the 7 hells is he doing? Is he trying to get in trouble?’

Rufus had long ago given up on the idea of treating Reno like just another employee. He was an excellent agent, skilled and ruthless, a killer and unmatched infiltrator and a royal pain in the ass to equal his abilities in all these other fields.

’Hmmm… Today he’s apparently decided that meeting disruption was the best way to finally get demoted or killed…’ Rufus’s fingers twitch but the warm weight of his shotgun remains where it rests, against his left side under his long white coat. Instead he stands, briskly holding up a flat palm toward Heidegger who had been about to resume speaking.

“Please prepare a memo summarizing your address and get it distributed to all present if you would.” Rufus’s velvet smooth voice carries a frosty tone and the clipped end of his sentence almost falls to the floor and shatters as he speaks. Rufus never shifts his cold blue gaze from Reno’s return of defiant narrowed jade.

“Meeting adjourned… Reno, don’t move from that chair.. everyone else dismissed.” Rufus drops his hand to his hip and remains otherwise motionless as the room empties, it’s occupants more than happy in most cases to be free to leave the suddenly tense and foreboding atmosphere. Some could already be heard discussing Reno’s possible continued viability as a TURK and as a living breathing human.

Reno's cockiness flares. 'Well, at least that boring ass meeting’s over...' He thinks, and if the frost in the atmosphere, settling over everything in the room like arsenic sugar glaze had actually been visible, Reno would have scrawled a farewell in it to everyone walking swiftly and stiffly out of the room.

As he's watching Rufus however, he notices a rather dangerous looking change in his white clad boss’s stance and demeanor. His TURK training as well as just plain common sense kicking in telling Reno that now might be a good time to maybe shut the fuck up and stay in the chair, but there is also a flair of anger that rises quickly with the lingering voices outside in the hall murmuring over his possible dismissal slash demise.

'Ok, so maybe that wasn't such a good idea,' Reno cringes slightly as the door shuts and the normal click as latch falls into place seems strangely subdued. It doesn't echo like it normally does in a large empty room, the sound swallowed up by the strange vacuum of Rufus’s continued silence and eyes, normally light as blue crystal turned the dark, stratosphereic, breathless blue of near airless orbit.

’Yeah, so bad idea, but seriously yo! Did he not see it coming? After what he did?! Ok, I'm not even angry about that yo, I'm mostly pissed that I enjoyed it and Rufus is a great person to blame. What's he going to do now, fire me?!'

Reno's eyes narrow, mouth twisting unpleasantly with the scowl as he decides to voice some of his concerns.

"So Boss…" The words sound like something lethally poisonous spitting venom, yet at the same time manages to imply curt respect, a duel nature of attitude and TURK training that Reno alone can balance.

"What do you want to speak to me about?" Now Reno's definitely not going to turn his gaze away, no matter how intense those cold depths may prove to be, for no matter how good Rufus is, Reno will still be able to at least get a tiny clue, or so he hopes, as to the meaning of what the hell this is about. Granted, he has a good idea, but Rufus has a way of speaking one thing and meaning something else, Reno wants to watch out for that. It bit him in the ass last time.

Remaining silent and blithely breaking his locked gaze with the seated TURK, Rufus walks to the closed board room door and listens for a moment until he can no longer hear the voices or foot steps of the retreating meeting attendees. He then quietly throws the lock and sets about removing his long white coat, arranging it carefully on a hanger and suspending that from a wall mounted hook near the door. Rufus’s shotgun, in the long inside pocket, makes a very noticeable thud at it comes to rest against the wall.

Turning back slowly, he again regards Reno with narrowed glacial eyes. Folding his hands behind his back he ambles easily forward and slides up onto the slick lacquered table near where the redhead’s boots still rest.

“Why don’t you tell me Reno… What is this all about? Do you think we hold planning meetings just to bore you?” Rufus smirks, narrowing his eyes even more as he leans back slightly to rest on his hands, inclining his head to allow his chilly blue gaze to flit over the lines and angles of Reno’s thin frame as he reclines still in the leather boardroom chair.

“You have been avoiding me… Reno… Why would that be?” Rufus smirks wider, silk and syrup voice indulgent with the implication of knowing the answer already.

‘He’s only angry at himself for so eagerly lapping up my abuse, just as I knew he would. He really doesn’t want to admit that he loves it. I don’t imagine Rude is anything but gentlemanly and considerate and that’s just not what a man like Reno wants all the time…’ Rufus muses, smiling to himself and pulling one leg up to rest his heel on the edge of the table. Waiting to hear the redhead’s batch of excuses.

Reno licks his lips, fingers tapping against the left armrest of the chair as he hears Rufus out. His eyes keep flickering over to the coat hanging on the wall, amused by what it meant and not so much the image itself.

"Well first off boss, I have always had the theory that board meetings were invented solely as a way for people to take penance for their sins. But seeing as I've never really given a shit about paying up for my sins, I don't feel the need to fully indulge in the board meeting experience yo."

Reno's animating rather wildly at this point, swinging his legs over and letting his boots thud to the floor. "As for that whole avoiding thing yo," Reno says with a sneer and bite to his tone, leaning forward and planting his hands firmly on the table, one on each side of Rufus.

"I was merely giving you enough time, Boss, to gather up all those pieces of my damn dignity scattered on your bed and floor and hand them back over." The tone of Reno's voice was really saying, 'Fuck you Rufus. I have no idea what to say to that because you're making this awkward and it's pissing me off!'

The blaze of initial anger finally dies a little and Reno's eyes lose their fiery glow. The silence after his little outburst gives him the time to check the temperature of the room. ’Yep, still icy…’ He is still treading on dangerous grounds (the locked door and the way Rufus had placed his jacket so that the gun hit wall and echoed was one sign) but now there is an added layer of smooth as satin sexiness that Reno bitterly has Rufus to thank for.

“Still angry about that?” Rufus chuckles serenely, sitting forward a bit to bring his face along side of Reno’s, within inches of the redhead’s, knowing that Reno would not allow himself to pull back. Rufus speaks almost against Reno’s cheek, feather light breaths of words tracing their paths back to his ear.

“You did call ME that night… In case you had forgotten… mmm.. intended to seduce me.. would have left my pride scattered across my own sheets if I hadn’t been steering the events from the very start. “ Rufus laughs again, a melodious sound, intended to tickle the redhead’s ear and prepare him for the bite of the next statement.

“I quite like your ego and pride as my bedroom’s most recent decorator accents.. I think they would look good in other spaces as well...” Rufus drops his voice to a low breathy whisper, inclining his head just slightly so that his lips brush Reno’s jaw line ever so gently.

The moan that slips past his lips bugs Reno to hell, causing the soft sound to deepen to a guttural groan that he pushes past his teeth in a hiss, nearly turning to bite the lip so close to his ear, whispering sweet taunting words.

'Wait, what about Rufus is sweet? Rufus isn't sweet!' Reno muses, left hand reaching up and pausing before Rufus. Reno didn't trust that hand of his right now. He was afraid it would pull the smirking blond closer instead of shove him away.

Finally the words sunk in past initial arousal and Reno pulls back, lips brushing against Rufus' as he does so, ignoring the temptation to crush himself against those lips in a bruising kiss. Reno's mouth twists in a disgusted sneer.

"You're an ass, you know that Rufus?" He whispers, voice like an angry wasp. He's mostly pissed at himself though and as his right hand pressed against the table starts to realize that the wood is not that hard. Reno shakes his head violently to rid it of thoughts of Rufus and hard wood and pushes himself back, storming over to the door, jiggling the knob, pacing over to the white coat and glaring at it, then pacing back to stand over Rufus again, face only a fraction of an inch from the blonde’s.

"Leave me the hell alone…" Reno says, lips bumping against Rufus's chin, jade eyes cold and daring and yet his breath is hitching in this chest and there's an unspoken plea behind what he says which just irks him further.

In all humor though, Reno was starting to believe that he was developing a fetish for his ambivalent frustration towards the ShinRa president..

Taking in the redhead’s mixed and confused signals is all just too delicious and Rufus finds himself almost feeling sympathy for the TURK , almost but not quite.

‘A little pride battering was good for him! It had made Reno aware of certain things about himself that he might not intellectually like but on a purely physical level, were difficult to deny. Rufus’s inner smile is rapidly becoming a grin.

‘Oh the exquisite irony of those caustic words and brushing lips, those bitter, flashing, pleading, disgusted, hungry, angry jade chip eyes, the twitching muscles at the edge of that set jaw that just screamed with the tension of resisting. Oh the tones of defiance and want in that voice.’

Rufus chuckles, the sound almost a purr. From deep in his throat where the lowest and firmest and most ultimately commanding sounds Rufus can produce originate, Rufus speaks, frozen pools of high altitude sky locked narrow and shaded with unconcealed seduction.

“Are you sure that‘s what you want Reno?” Rufus smirks the deep reverberating question. Pursing his perfect lips in a coy bud of pink and fluttering light eyelashes intentionally.

Rufus knows the answer already of course, currently having no real questions to ask the redhead. Reno made his emotions very clear in body language so obvious a blind person could read him just by feeling the change in air pressure around the man as his tightly wound clock spring of a personality had it’s own way with him.

All swiftly stitched edges, scruffed and patched together with hair gel, grins, and quirks crumble and fall apart like sugar cubes, firm enough until the hot water was added.

Inwardly Reno’s admitting that whether he likes it or not there’s something terrifyingly arousing about Rufus, something that snagged a deep-seated well locked line of kinks and tugged on it like a fish on a line, teasingly pulling and once you think you got the sucker to start reeling him in, he turns the tables and drags you under the surface and now Reno is falling under the proverbial icy waters of Rufus and it has his insides going soft and his cock going stiff.

"Gggggnn...fuck you Rufus…" Reno purrs this out like a threat, grabbing Rufus and pulling him forward with rough grace like a sanded stone that you know at one point in time could have been sharp enough to cut, but with a little work has been polished smooth as butter.

He doesn't go for Rufus's lips though, instead aiming for the right side of his jaw. Rufus tastes like he did last time. A maddening reminder to Reno who is ignoring it with difficulty because the tone of Rufus's voice was the last sharp pull and now Reno's drowning on the taste of mild sweat and cologne, soap and something floral, like jasmine. Reno's teeth scrape down beneath Rufus's jaw, pulling the sensitive skin into his mouth and sucking.

There's nothing teasing about it but nothing too hungry either. Reno isn't trying to gasp for breath and fight to the surface anymore. Now he's just glad that even though he's drowning, he caught the fish and he’s nibbling his way down that stretch of perfect neck and pressing his mouth, hot with need to the muscle at Rufus's shoulder.

'Yo....you've lost it.' A voice says in the back of Reno's head. 'You're giving him what he wants. Whatever happened to being a tease? To fighting back yo? Reno? Ground Control to Reno here!' That voice gets quickly smacked down however. Reno has no time right now for that voice, even if it's right.

Rufus does not bother to suppress a sharp intake of breath as Reno’s teeth scrape over his jaw, purposefully falling into the hand that roughly draws him forward as he knew it wanted to even as it had hovered poised to repel him. Rufus hangs his head to the side, allowing the redhead to claim his slender pale neck with hot mouth and scraping teeth, luring Reno to become more and more enmeshed in a snare trap constructed of his own traitorous desires and kinks.

Reno liked to be in control but the mere thought of being taken, used and dominated by Rufus made him writhe with desire, Rufus had seen it! Had seen that hunger for defeat, the willingness to simply allow his lust to override all better judgment and even his anger and annoyance at his own inability to resist.

This is the kind of thing Rufus lived for, the agony and irony of beautiful surrender painted across the features of the redhead. That lip curling snarl of defiance becoming a teeth baring groan of need against all will and bravado. The schism in Reno that made him say “Fuck you Rufus” and really mean “Fuck me Rufus..” This all without Rufus even raising a hand. ‘Absolutely perfect..’

Rufus grins almost wickedly as Reno savages his neck and shoulder, idly he wondered if he could make the redhead come with words alone and resolves to test that out at a later date.

With limbs steady and untrembling, Reno pulls back and glares at Rufus with a look that says, 'I know you're up to something, but it's not gonna happen this time.' However Reno also knows that if he doesn't find a way to keep that damn mouth of Rufus's closed, he's in trouble. ’Damn that voice! Those eyes!’

Reno looks Rufus over as if contemplating what to do with him before he gets bored and dives in for a kiss, tongue nudging Rufus's mouth open and delving deep inside, sliding along the backs of perfect teeth, fondling supple wet muscle.

Rufus lets him, and Reno hates it, because he knows that he's being allowed to do this. That the reason his tongue is shoved into Rufus's mouth and his left hand is skittering down the front of a well tailored shirt and grabbing a handful of stiffening cock behind white slacks is Rufus is letting him, not because he wants Reno, or needs him, but because he is just letting Reno have his way.

Reno however is folding in, drinking in Rufus’ sounds and flavor, his boss’ false submission because he does want this and the hard bulge in his pants is telling him that he needs it and Rufus isn't going to get away with anything and he'll tie him to the damn table and screw the brat the way he’d intended to three months before.

Reaction to action, Rufus merely responds to the force of the redhead for now, his mouth supple and yielding as Reno’s tongue slips inside, gliding past his own, body tensing and relaxing in subtle undulations as he is fondled. Rufus presses back lightly with his own tongue and hips, softly closing his blue frost eyes in what must to the redhead seem a parody of submission.

He does not reach out to draw the TURK closer as he falls slowly back against the surface of the table to rest on his elbows. Rufus trusts that the want for continued contact as well as the superior position it will give Reno will be enough to have the TURK clamor up over him.

‘He knows I’m setting him up.. somewhere in there behind that inner voice that’s telling him it’s going to be different this time, he knows that all he really wants is for me to turn the tables and it drives him fucking crazy!’ Rufus almost giggles with glee. Reno was so much better at tormenting himself than Rufus could ever be and damned if he wasn’t going to use that help to the best possible advantage.

As Reno’s lips leave his for a moment Rufus takes an opportunity to utter one word in such a tone of soft surrender that even he is surprised by his own insincerity. “….Reno…” A two syllable masterpiece of manipulation which Rufus accompanies with softly focused pools of oceanic azure.

Reno gives in. His logic out the window and playing cards somewhere out there running with the chocobos. "Ooooh Gods Rufussss," He hisses, tossing his goggles onto the table with his right hand and bending over Rufus, hips grinding down into the blonde's. All skepticism has been washed away in Rufus's sweet taste and the gentle urging of his words.

So, finally, he’s going to get his way here. Reno’s a little surprised by this but needless to say, goes right along with it. His tongue lapping at Rufus's neck, suckling on the tender skin as his hands fight with the buttons on that tailored white shirt, tearing it aside and crawling between Rufus's legs to tweak a nipple between his teeth, biting harder then he knew Rufus might want and not hard enough to satisfy him.

Rufus's nipple is hard in his mouth, pressed against his tongue. Reno's nimble fingers now working to open and draw down those white trousers with as much fervor as he had shown the shirt.

Though his brain was fogged and clouded with lust and what was that about shutting Rufus's mouth? Wasn't he supposed to be keeping Rufus silent? There was some half remembered danger in Rufus's voice, his words... oh hell!

Reno presses a thumb across the head of Rufus's cock, smearing a drop of pre-cum, hot breath tickling down Rufus's stomach as Reno nearly moans, lapping lightly at the shiny smear he has left. Damn the president tasted good. Especially now that he wasn't being such a brat.

‘Oh gods he is so mine.’ Rufus sighs inwardly, mischievous intent never very far from the surface with really any sexual conquest but never so delicious as with Reno. He had learned this one night three months earlier and been desiring a repeat performance for quite some time now.

Reno’s pride was just so much fun to take apart, to scatter and violate simply because Reno so thoroughly enjoyed being brought beneath Rufus’ heel in that manner. That was not to say that Rufus only derived pleasure from derailing Reno’s snarky little ego trip.. not at all the case.

Rufus barely manages to half contain a deep reverberating moan as the TURK takes one sensitive nipple between his perfect white teeth and pinches, the brush of a thumb then tongue across his leaking cock causing his hips to buck involuntarily.

It’s all ok though, this wasn’t at all about denying pleasure. This was about control and allowing Reno to see what his ministrations are accomplishing is definitely part of that. “Reno…” Rufus finally raises a hand to delicately run his slender fingers into Reno’s wild red hair cupping the side of his head .

Still propped up on one elbow, clothing in disarray, he pulls the hand back out of Reno’s soft hair , trailing fingertips down his cheek and jaw, over to tug down at the lower lip and push two fingers gently inside to see if the red head is far gone enough to simply yield and suck them with out question. “How bad do you want to fuck me?” Rufus smirks.

Every motion that Rufus makes, every touch of soft fingertips or buck of hips sends lashes of tingling pleasure down Reno's spine. By the time Rufus slides the question along Reno is sucking like a baby at the fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling wet around the two digits.

He raises questioning eyes glazed over with lust and for a moment appears to display a nearly childlike innocence but then his gaze darkens and he purrs, the hand on Rufus's cock squeezing.

"You'll let me?" Reno asks, and he means it to sound like a question but it's really more of a demand. '’Blessed fucking Guardians Rufus… If I let on to you what this is really doing to me there will be no end to it yo.'

Reno shivers at the thought, thankful almost for the sweet tasting fingers in his mouth keeping his inner voice silent. 'Yeah, I wanna slam you so hard into the table they'll hear it three stories down but you have no idea what those fingers are doing, or that damn voice of yours… Or that I still jerk off thinking about how you totally fucked me over you bastard.'

Reno smirks on the outside, a walking hypocrisy of himself, unable to admit even internally that he is sure Rufus knows all these things.

Oh that smirk.. that sheen of lust over half lidded lash shaded jade, eager mouth and purring insistence, Rufus relishes it all. The way Reno dives back onto his fingers after the brief pause it took to query him regarding his intentions, the fleeting expressions of hope, and defiance, triumph and something like disbelief or even disappointment…

‘Yes Reno I know what you think you want and also what you truly need… why.. that night… when Rude was ill did you call me of all people? You so easily fool yourself into believing that you wish to use me my body for your own pleasure.. but I know what you really need Reno… and soon you shall receive it in abundance… but first… a taste of triumph so bitter your defeat will melt all the sweeter in it’s wake…’

Rufus’s smirk remains in place, his lips parting just barely to inhale in a slow hiss as Reno squeezes his erection. With a slow and intensely suggestive roll of his hips Rufus parts his legs a bit more.

“Yes… Reno.. I will let you..” He hangs his head to one side, gazing up through fine blond bangs, his knowing smirk and mirthful eyes casually betraying his submissive posture.

Those last words trigger something in Reno's brain, Rufus' fingers slipping from his mouth. 'Rufus...is letting me. He's not gonna be a brat about it. He's just...letting me fuck him. Vice-President Rufus Shinra.'

Reno snaps his slack jaw shut and with a primal like growl shoves Rufus back onto the table, watching him skid with glee.

"You'll. Let. Me." Reno says slowly. ’Fuck this is definitely one power trip. He drags one pant leg away from Rufus and slides his own pants down with a practiced left hand. An idea strikes him and he smirks. "Considering your fingers were in my mouth and are therefore already lubed up yo, why don't you take the honors?"

Reno stares down pointedly at Rufus's tight entrance, a hand squeezing his now bare cock as he presses himself against the blond, crawling up on him like a cat stalking a mouse, though how backwards that really was is lost on him at this moment.

Jade meets ice and challenges, the fire stoked once again by Rufus's words. ’Yeah, definitely not gonna get played this time around. Reno isn't into rape, but he doesn't mind a little rough sex, and even if Rufus "behaves" he’ll probably get some of that. Still, there was a part of him that was deeply disappointed and that he was trying to shove away.

’Why would I be disappointed? I’m totally getting what I want! Rufus, on the table, with my cock shoved up his tight little ass, like he deserves.’ So, why that twinge? Somewhere in the very back of his mind Reno is still trying to figure out what the hell was really going on and also whether he actually gave a shit.


Seductive leer curling perfect pink, lust liquid sky half lidded and frost free for the moment, in all good play Rufus complies without hesitation, determined to give Reno absolutely everything he asks for, setting up the house of cards once again; and when it all came tumbling down, at the end when Reno has had his merry way and still found himself wanting for something his pride would not currently allow him to admit out right, barring a direct order presented in Rufus’s oiled silk and sweet honey voice. That is when Rufus would have him. Card house in ruins the Jack of Hearts would beg the King of Diamonds for a position at the bottom as the fall is so much less.

Rufus wets his fingers further in his own mouth before running his hand slowly down the length of his pale chest and abdomen to linger between his spread legs and upward tilted hips. He pulls himself open and wide for the lust dripping gaze of the redhead so totally and unknowingly caught in his thrall.

Reno bites his lip, jerking himself lazily and giving Rufus a small show from where he kneels. He’s so damn turned on, that previous line tugging again at his insides, dragging him deeper under the water where, in the dark sands, lay buried that insatiable desire for Rufus to give him what he really needs. Not what he thinks he wants.

Lips rouged with spit and the friction from hungry kisses curl up to match the leer on Rufus, but with a twitch of unsettlement only the president would notice, and probably does. If Rude were there and not away on a mission, he would be scolding Reno that he was only digging himself in deeper. However Rude is not here and Reno is only thinking of digging his cock deep into that tight ass.

Rufus is grinning very widely inside, Reno was so unguarded when he got like this, His every emotion clearly readable and plain as the masking expressions he still attempts to hide them under even as he fails. ’That flash of uncertainty, trepidation…’ Rufus knows that subconsciously Reno is all too aware of what he really requires. Even on the surface of his thoughts he knows it.

There’s no way the redhead TURK had been avoiding Rufus because of his shattered pride. He had been having one good go after another at himself, coming into his own hand while replaying that night again and again in his mind and trying to figure out how to ask for the same treatment again and somehow keep his dignity intact.

Of this, Rufus was absolutely certain and it made his inner gleeful smile almost crack through to the outside with it’s force and brilliance. Rufus drops his hand away from his now stretched and moistened entrance to rest again on his elbows blinking up at the redhead through wisps of blond, expression innocently blank.

Rufus waits for Reno’s next move, all he had to do was lie back and enjoy Reno’s very nice cock for a while, most likely have a stunning orgasm and then proceed on to taking everything away from him shred by strip.

Somewhere inside Reno’s lust-blind brain that voice is still yammering away, talking to it’s self because Reno certainly isn’t listening. ‘Rufus is a brat!’ The voice screams uselessly. ’Instead of pulling out the bottom of the card house and watching the whole elaborately built thing collapse, he's taking the cards one by one from the top, dissecting and dismantling you in such a way that you don’t even comprehend what's happening!’

Not to say that Reno’s stupid, he's just shoved the part of himself that usually listens to his own warnings away, cutting it off from conscious interpretation with a ShinRa issued pair of scissors, oiled by lust and sharpened by the desire for a bit or retribution for perceived past wrongs.

Reno's lips part as he watches the fingers moving in and out, and as they finally pull away he gives in to temptation and sinking down, reaches in to brush that pink pucker, trailing the fingers up along Rufus’ thick shaft to smear through the precum. Raising the slicked fingers to his mouth he takes them in, eyes fluttering for just a moment.

"You're so pretty when you're not being a total asshole. Ya know that yo?" Reno looks out from behind char and fire lashes, and the sentiment is half seductive purr and half honest truth. ’Rufus really is beautiful, when he's not being sexy. Which is almost never.’

Moaning and sucking on his own tongue to savor the blonde's rich, slightly salty flavor, Reno gets up, right hand gripping Rufus's hip and the left guiding himself forward to press against and into that perfect circle of passion plumped flesh sliding beyond the firm resistance and into Rufus’ tight passage.

"Oooooohhmmmmmdamn...b-boss...." Reno moans, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he buries himself, wet with pre-cum to the hilt, drowning in tight hot muscle. His left hand lingers, cupping his straining balls before rising to grab Rufus's wrist and hold him in place.

"You feel so fuckin’ good it should be illegal." For the moment that disappointment is gone, replaced by an aching, straining pleasure that rips up Reno's spine, spins his head like a whirl-pool then settles down in his gut. For the moment he's sated and forgets that there was something else he was keening for, his hips rocking back and snapping forward in a deep plunging rhythm.

There was no way Rufus was going to lie to himself, tell himself that Reno’s big hard cock inside him didn’t feel almost too good to believe. It would have been pointless to do so, a waste to deny the pleasure, to keep his moans bitten back and his eyes locked instead of rolling with ecstasy. It would have been travesty to fight the urge to rise to meet every thrust of the redhead’s hips or to stifle his cries of Reno’s name.

Holding back was simply not in the formula for this particular conquest… yet… the time for control would come and when it did Rufus felt it would be conducive to be nice and satisfied.. the longer to toy with Reno’s final defeat and ultimate surrender. When the time came, Rufus would be ready to lengthen the game to an agony of ticking seconds and crawling minutes after which the redhead would beg for his punishment like a good boy, like Rufus knew he wanted to.

“Enjoying…. your revenge…. Reno?” Rufus manages to still infuse his words with a kid leather and velvet like quality even as they are panted between brutal rocking thrusts and the blonde’s own harsh gasps and moans.

"Revenge Rufus? Naw...this...mmmmn...is just for fun baby," Reno groans, pressing a wet kiss to Rufus's neck, nudging for more room and biting down. He can barely hold back, the teasingly slow deep thrusts sporadic before Reno picks up the pace, driving into Rufus almost viciously.

The sounds Rufus makes cause the pleasure in his gut to give another spin through him, and the thought of what Rufus will be like in climax almost brings Reno to his own messy end.

If only it were that simple though. Though now droopy eyed and purring like a contented kitten, that curiosity, that need to be slapped back into place, the strange longing to challenge and lose, his subconscious hunger for defeat is still alive and breathing and somewhere Reno knows that at the end of this, Rufus's climax and his own will only be the beginning of a very dirty finale.

"Like it a little rough?" Reno purrs to keep the kitten sleeping, sharp hips digging into Rufus with every thrust and hoping to the gods he'll leave bruises. He also hopes that Rufus is going to come soon because he sure as hell is but he refuses to go off first like last time. ’If I’m gonna lose it I’ll do it with Rufus moaning and tightening around me while I stare down at the come splattered hot on his chest.’

“As rough…. As you … care to be…. Reno…” Rufus is sure that Reno is enjoying the sound of his voice, gasping pauses punctuated by the slap of sweaty flesh, interspersed with throaty groans and grating cries of rapture. He decides to throw in a little something extra… a gift for the redhead.. power and dominance, even if illusory.

“Make me come…… Reno… tell me to come…” Rufus pants through clenched teeth eyes tightly closed, release mere seconds away. “Nnnghhaaaa!! Reno!! TELL ME TO COME!!” Rufus knows he laying it on thick but it’s half real anyway so who gives a fuck. This will go along way towards the reversal, another stone in the pile. Rufus wasn’t fooled for a second. This strange currency between them was woven of revenge.. petty, prideful, smirking spite.

Chuckling, Reno raises his head to bite Rufus's ear lobe. "Come Rufus Shinra. That's an order. Do it. Scream, cry ouaaaa! Shitfuck RUFUSSSSSS!"

Reno's climax hits him while he's driving the point of his words home with the head of his cock against Rufus' prostate. Rufus’ simultaneous release hits him in the chest, as the blond arches off the slick table with a violent tremor of his cable taut body, causing Reno's eyes to roll back in his head, arms weak and trembling as he finally swims for the surface, the realization that he had been drowning in Rufus's finely placed trap almost knocking him to the stars. The Jack of Hearts comes tumbling down and it never felt so fucking good.

Reno collapses, a curse hidden in a long moaning sigh as he rests, cock twitching with the last spending of seed deep within Rufus, who though lays on the bottom, is still the King of Diamonds sitting smugly on his throne. Reno hates it, and he loves it and he hates that he loves it. He hates that he is disappointed, that something feels missing and that his demise has only just begun. 'Reno...you ass...you shoulda never come.' He mentally chides himself. It's a half hearted attempt.

Rufus might not have cried out in climax but for the joy of seeing his little gift do it’s job, sending the smug redhead over the edge himself and at the same time awakening the part of the TURK that responds instantly to commands, even ones that come from his own mouth. Tones of command, Rufus had used them sparingly during their first encounter, relying most successfully on suggestion and Reno’s natural urge to just do what feels good but he had used that pliant little body and mind to the breaking point and earned himself three months of avoidance from the disgruntled TURK.

Although when he had chanced to run into Reno, the glare in his flashing green eyes wasn’t one of anger but of longing. Rufus knew the difference and Reno knew he knew. Now it was about time for Reno to start telling him all about it.

Rufus brings a hand up to gently stroke Reno’s long red hair idly parting the strands with soft finger tips, knowing this display of tenderness will serve as a catalyst to the redhead’s growing sense of displacement. Rufus smirks where Reno cannot see his lips twitch.

"You are such a bastard. But I think we've been over that already yo," Reno says, sliding out of Rufus and laying limp atop him, his cheek pressed against the blonde's chest, knowing he was probably getting Rufus's come all over him but not caring.

A shuddering sigh escapes his lips, eyes closing and nudging into the soft touches in a show of submission. "Shit yo. You just let me do that... without... without putting up a fight or getting any kind of sick satisfaction out of it and it's not what I fucking expected ya know that boss?!" Reno spits out, hands clenching to fists in frustration. 'It's not what I wanted...just say it yo. Get it off your chest. You lost again, lay the chess piece down yo, for your own good.'

For once, Reno listens to that voice. "It's not what I fucking wanted and you know it! Alright? So there, you fucking win again. I don't know why I want it or what it is I really want so fuck yo!" Reno growls, looking sour as hell even though his body his still swimming merrily with endorphins and he's not making a move to get up or to even look Rufus in the eye. He knows that if he meets that gaze, it'll be all over with. More so than it already was.

Reno hates that he wants his demise so badly, like a child that's learned to love the paddle which spanks him.

Chuckling very softly as Reno divulges all that Rufus already had known, he continues to run his slender fingers through Reno’s soft red hair, dropping the other hand to rest on the small of the man’s back, stroking the soft skin there with light brushes of smooth fingertips, tracing the Y cleft Reno’s shapely buttocks create.

“You didn’t enjoy yourself? I thought you wished to fuck me, make me writhe, groan, cry out, come.. you got all those things… all that you insisted you desired.. but it’s not what you need is it Reno?” Rufus’s voice is carefully tender, betraying no smugness or malice. ‘Too soon for that.. must work him up slowly.’

Rufus turns his head to the side, to where the redhead’s faced is buried in his shoulder, obscured by hair. Rufus gently tongues Reno’s earring into his mouth sucking on the lobe and it’s accompaniment of circular steel and waiting for Reno’s next ‘revelation’

Reno nods at all the words, lulled into submission and compliance by the gentle and soothing motions. It reminds him of Rude, which throws him off guard. When Rufus grabs a hold of his earring and tugs, Reno whimpers, wincing at the hot breath on his still sensitive body.

The words Rufus spoke roll around in his mind, polishing and simplifying, working the dirt away and leaving one clear question to sit and brood inside his spinning mind.

"No, it's not what I need. Want and need are two different things yo. I don't know what I need...do you?" Reno dares to ask that last question, dreading to hear the answer before he even finishes. He turns, staring up at Rufus with mild awe and skepticism, hoping to all holy beings that he would just give no answer at all, or claim he had no idea.

Reno's body tenses as he waits, suddenly rather chilled in the room, though his body is still pressed hot against Rufus'. The eyes he looks into, though nearly gentle, are just as deadly. Yes, Rufus is not someone to trifle with, and Reno has trifled.

“Control… you believe consciously that all you need is the upper hand… to hold all the cards and to play like you have already won, but with me your bluff is already called and that is what you crave… to be toppled. I take your footing, sending you to your back even like this… It is as a reversal… myself anchored firmly to the solidity above and you… clinging beneath me, only a hairs breadth from plummeting into the void below…. Like lying on your back and looking into the endless starry expanse of space on a moonless night… where the perspective shifts and you find yourself reeling, gripping tightly to the solidity of the ground on which you lie to stop the sensation of near falling… that is where you and I exist and always will when you fucking try something like this.”

The words, softly murmured with not even the barest trace of sympathy mirror the frost deadly hypothermic blue gaze that accompanies them. “Now… I will show you what I mean so there can be no further doubt… regardless of whether you find you still wish… in the future to pretend at defiance with me… I will happily debase you as many times as it takes Reno…….”

The blonde’s chilly smirk manifests now like a specter of playful malice, his eyes alight with the cold fire of a victory assured but the game long from over. “Get off me and prepare to accompany me to my on site residence.” There is no possibility of misinterpreting the words as any kind of request.

As Rufus is speaking, Reno is steadily sinking into the feel of his words, like sinking into the black velvet depths of sleep but being tied and torn on the waking edge. Reno feels strung up in that moment before REM where your body twitches and you fall back to the waking world. Sinking…only to fall…only to sink.

Only now he can’t feel even the sinking anymore. Just the falling as the pit of his stomach rises to his throat with the weight of gravity. Taking a shuddering gasp of a breath Reno looks up at Rufus, sees the cold demand in his eyes. He quickly shuts his own, a whimper slipping past his lips.

Vertigo. There is no other way to describe it. Rufus and Reno were the cusp of vertigo, the air-ripping from the lungs, the desperate cling for ground, the slide of sanity to the void, the ecstasy of losing control, the fear…yes, that too.

As Rufus gives his command Reno gets up slowly on shaking limbs, cold and naked as if he had been laying in the unforgiving unrelenting clutch of space. He reaches to the floor where his pants hang around his ankles.
He tugs them up and tucks away a half hard cock. His eyes never leave Rufus, the expression hanging between awe, wonder, fear, and a dangerous lust that he knows will not be sated, even after this lesson of Rufus’s has been administered.

“Rufus…” Reno says warily, licking his lips with a tongue now gone uselessly dry. He reaches up, haltingly tugging at his long red hair and twining it around his finger.

Like a chick being pushed from the nest, Reno stands unsteady, realizing only just now that he is meant to learn to fly from this lesson but the only thing he can think of is Rufus. ‘My vertigo. Is that all we are yo? I could turn right now and walk away, leave you here, your lesson hanging in the frozen air you created you silky bastard, leading me on such with poetic force.’

He knows he has no real choice in the matter though and that knowledge makes his cock ache in his pants.

‘Hey well, some people get off on handcuffs and whips, I guess I get off on vertigo. I guess I just LIKE losing control…when it comes to Rufus. Man, Rude is never gonna let me live this one down.’ Reno sighs, “Alright yo…let’s go.”

The grind of gears is deafening as the roller coaster clunks to the top and Reno feels he is strapped in the front and about to embark on the wildest ride of his life in a shiny white car with a sadistic grin painted on the front under a pair of icy blue eyes. ’Damn roller coasters.’ Reno would think twice about going to the Gold Saucer after this.

As soon as the trembling redhead’s weight is off him Rufus slides to his feet hauling his white trousers back up unmindful of Reno’s cum sliding down his inner thighs. He sets his appearance to rights, eyes never leaving those of his cowed and slightly shaking TURK, a faint smile twitching the corners of his lips but sharing none of it’s warmth with his glacial stare.

‘He looks as if he is about to faint from terror… am I really that frightening?’ Rufus grins inside knowing that he was really the only person on the planet that could reduce this TURK to such an utterly pathetic state and that the other longed to feel his bite and cringe before him, ached to obey even the most disagreeable commands even as he sneered and spit and hated himself for it.

‘So absolutely flawless in construction, the most basic elements of what makes Reno tick.. A perfectly arranged domino line of subtle kinks, aching suppressed desires and plain simple masochistic hunger for a bit of humiliation now and then..’ It’s such a delicious counterpoint to how the redhead behaves in the open… all brash quips and unconcerned insubordination. ‘Behind closed doors however.. in my presence, he’s every bit the whipping boy he so desires to be.’

With the redhead’s needless verbal assent, ‘As if there was any method or possibility of refusal.’ Rufus mentally snorts, he breaks his frozen eye lock with the shivering TURK and moves to shrug back into his long white coat, then slips the deadbolt back. Rufus ignores the mess they had left on the boardroom table, turning to Reno once more before swinging the door wide.

“Follow me..” He sweeps out into the hall and strides off toward the elevator without the slightest indication in pace or posture that he had just been ridden for all he was worth mere minutes before.

Rufus does not look back to see if Reno is obeying him, there is just no doubt. He presses the elevator call button and waits with hands clasped behind is back, boarding the thankfully empty car when it arrives without so much as a glance back down the hall. He knows Reno is right behind him as he presses the floor destination button for his old in-building apartment.

Reno grabs hold of his EMR in his left hand and the scattered remains of his clothes with his right and heads out the door, shutting it behind him and pattering half naked down the hall and swiftly into the elevator, cursing as it almost shuts on his half laced booted foot. He stares down at the floor, scowling as he scuffs it with the toe of his boot.

“This is…I mean yo. I’m just curious ya know? This doesn’t…mean anything. I’m with my partner and that’s that. I just…” Reno trails off, not sure what really to say. The silence was getting to oppressive though. Reno hates feeling so awkward, like the very first time he was ever stripped before a guy and had his cheeks spread and a hot thick cock shoved in. Slightly embarrassed and just a little awkward.

It’s humiliating confessing to such masochistic tendencies! ‘But isn’t that why I like it so damn much yo?’ Reno thinks to himself, rolling his eyes mentally. He can feel Rufus at his side, pretending he isn’t paying attention to Reno’s every move and every word. The speakers in the elevator slide out calm soothing, sickening music that’s supposed to be some kind of relaxing classical crap but just feels taunting to Reno as his muscles tense against the high strung tight as a virgin and hot as a live wire line that connects he and the blond.

The roller coaster seems to stand poised at the top of the hill and Reno is just waiting, hands clenching the handholds, to go flying down into the abyss.

“I have no designs on any kind of relationship with you Reno.” Rufus reaches over the redhead to key in his lock code, preventing the elevator car they were riding from stopping at any other floors until it had reached it’s destination and expelled it’s passengers. “Save the one we currently enjoy…” Rufus lets this hang, smirking as he draws his hand back, brushing Reno’s jaw line and cupping his chin in strong fingers, squeezing lightly to part his lips and smirking wider as Reno’s mouth falls gently open at the light pressure.

Rufus leans in to claim those still slightly quivering lips, just barely running his tongue along the lower one before taking the soft yielding flesh between his teeth and dragging as he pulls back, releasing his physical hold on the redhead, knowing the undeniable mental one was more powerful anyway.

Rufus continues to gaze upon his TURK with amusement, noting his beautiful discomfiture. ‘That’s what Reno loves… what he needs.. uncertainty… save of one thing… his utter helplessness.. to resist his deep desires, to deny the pleasure of surrender. He would give everything to me.. give everything up if I told him to.. do the most atrocious things in my name… despite what he says… I have no doubt I could make him give it all up.. even Rude, but… I don’t need or want to break him like that.. just the knowledge that I could is enough… for both of us..’ Rufus’s mouth twists with just a little cruelty, carefully reserved.

A shudder and whimper were sliding past Reno’s parted lips even before Rufus had set upon them. There was something frightening in how efficient Rufus was in all of this. How he had things so completely under his control. Reno had suffered through the long silence and was starting to get used to it but then Rufus had to go and kiss him and now he was fired up all over again.

“You’re…” Reno stutters after Rufus has pulled away, “so…” a pause. ‘So annoying? So sexy? So Godlike? No…that’s too much credit for that bastard.’ Reno chuckles, looking to Rufus, then away, then back. ‘Is there something damn hilarious about this or am I finally losing it yo?’

Reno smacks a hand over his mouth, stomach clenching as he fought back a severe case of the giggles. ’Fear does that sometimes, it’s a body’s natural reaction to make a desperate situation more emotionally tolerable.’

Reno is taking advantage of that natural reaction. “You’re so…shitdamn Rufus!” Reno snickers, laughing out loud and nearly falling to the floor. He reaches up with his left hand, wiping tears of laughter spiked with welled up frustration and longing on his wrist.

The ice in the small confines of the elevator feels just a bit warmer, and it is soothing Reno enough to be able to realize just how badly he was wanting this. ’Fuck being freaked out about it!’

He’d gotten himself into plenty of new and dangerous situations before, how was this any different? ‘Because it’s Rufus Shinra?! Hell no! So what, I’m in for it, I’m on my way down to getting my ass handed to me, again, but hey, it’ll be an experience yo. Might as well enjoy it!’

Reno scolds himself mentally for being so pathetic about it in the first place. He leans against the wall of the elevator and tilts his head back, looking over at Rufus with half lidded eyes, cheeks still flushed from laughing. In that one look he says it all.

‘Ok, I’ve accepted it. There’s no way out. Now I can be docile about this, or I can bite. I’ll leave it up to you how you want me, since this is your[ game boss…’

This was one of the signs Rufus had been waiting to see manifest. Acceptance, surrender, acknowledgement of Rufus’ right to control.

As Reno’s laughing dies back to stifled giggles, Rufus can almost see the redhead’s long list of reservations and fears, quiet shames and bitter annoyances play through right behind his half lidded eyes, can observe the process by which each is reviewed and discarded, crossed out as unnecessary. Like the admission of involvement in a crime over which the guilt had been eating him alive, he knows it means punishment but the retribution will be heaven in comparison to the agony of keeping the secret any longer.

Rufus has to smile along with the redhead’s mirthful release of will. ‘He is really expecting something quite different than I plan on giving him… probably expects pain… expects me to be cruel in tone or action… Oh Reno… my power doesn’t lie in my ability hurt or humiliate you, to force you to do things… it lies in my ability to bring you to your knees begging me to hurt you, to humiliate you, to force you… because those things will be so much more acceptable to you than what I have planned for you.’

Rufus smirks again, bringing the lids of his own eyes to half mast as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open to the atrium entrance of his old apartment, the one he had used before moving off site and still quite frequently stayed in when working extremely late. He steps past the redhead and moves through the room to a large door, keying it open with a card swipe.

“Do come in…” He invites in a warm tone, smirk softening as he looks back over his shoulder.

Reno easily sees the change in expression on Rufus and licks his lips, giving him the once over before pushing away from the wall and sauntering into the apartment, gazing around and whistling low.

“So your on site apartment is as nice as your home boss…” Reno carries on sweeping his eyes around the place, finally resting his gaze on Rufus, lips curled in a lazy half smile that appears far more sated then he actually feels at the moment.

Reno plops his armful of clothing unceremoniously onto a chair, pausing to unhook the leather strap around his wrist and setting it and the EMR attached to it on top of his TURK uniform jacket and shirt.

“So…where to? You’re the one leading here…Rufus,” Reno says smoothly, voice like cream de’ cocoa , his usual cockiness and sexed up tone falling easily back into place. He really has no idea what to expect. ‘Probably a closet full of all sorts of kinks…’ Reno thinks with a snort.

“Would you join me in the bath? I think we could both use a bit of a rinse after that jaunt in the boardroom… and I believe also a drink… Scotch?” Rufus relaxes out of his heavy white coat, hanging it over a large armchair and displaying a rather brilliant and guileless grin.

He moves gracefully to a large cabinet, withdrawing a cut crystal decanter half full of amber liquid and two heavy bottomed glasses. They look like a set, cut with a sparkling diamond pattern.

‘Gods he’s never going to be able to guess which way is up again… not that he ever could with me.’ Cradling the decanter in the crook of his arm and holding the two glasses in one hand Rufus strides easily to where the redhead lingers with his unease masked by the usual blend of cocky arrogance.

Running a gentle feather soft set of smooth fingertips down Reno’s bare arm to entwine their hands he leans in close. “Come on… It will feel good… you can have a cigarette… I know you are wanting one.” Rufus smiles again, voice like petals, normally icy gaze more at this moment like sun warmed tide pools reflecting limitless azure sky.

“A bath? A cigarette? What?” Reno does a double take, mouth falling open in blatant gape. ‘What the hell is he trying to pull?!’ Reno’s eyes are widening in shock even as he’s following Rufus to the bathroom. Slender fingers twitch in Rufus’s hand, tightening their grip like a kid in a fright house. ‘The only thing terrifying is Rufus’s total switch of personality here yo!’

Though really Reno isn’t complaining. Rufus is damn charming and makes his charm look about as good and smooth as a used airship salesman. Finally breaking contact from those fucking gorgeous set of pale blue eyes the color of warm tropic waters, Reno looks down and takes the proffered glass as Rufus sets his own down to tip scotch from the decanter into both. The amber liquid swirls in the cup and Reno downs most of it in one swig.

‘Sweet Odin I’m going to need it…’ Reno thinks wryly as he tries to find his mask of cockiness which was thrown quite purposefully into the darker depths of his brain by the hand that now held his and was pulling him into a bathroom with a sleek white marble tub the size of his kitchen. ‘Yeah…this is gonna feel good in a real weird back-asswards way…’ Reno muses, watching Rufus like a mouse would a cat that had just invited him to have a nice cup of tea and a chat about the weather.

“Yes a cigarette.. unless you would prefer a cigar?” Rufus pulls the wary redhead along gently, entering the enormous bathroom and releasing Reno’s hand to set his glass and the decanter down on the edge of the tub. He gives a crystal knob a good spin, unleashing a flood of water from a large waterfall like spout and tests the temperature, nodding in satisfaction.

“It’s going to take a few minutes to fill…” Rufus turns to Reno with another easy smile before adjusting the light in the room to a low sexy amber glow by hitting a button on the wall that auto tints the bathroom’s large windows. Rufus pushes his bangs back out of his eyes and returns to Reno’s side, snaring a wooden box from a low table as he passes.

“Here… they’re very good… strawberry….” He nods to the box of slender red papered cigarettes he now holds open in invitation.

Reno, on autopilot, takes a cigarette and raises it to his lips, blinking over at Rufus as he pulls a red lighter out of his pocket and lights the tip, drawing in the smoke. It’s smooth as silk and tastes sweet and spicy and no doubt cost a fortune.

“Boss…what…is going on…yo.” Reno asks, relaxing enough from the heady incense like smoke to form coherent sentences. Although he remains skeptical on the outside, inside his cautions are slowly melting. The water looked warm and inviting with it’s thick steam rising to the ceiling. The light and nicotine was making his eyelids heavy. The scotch was warm in his belly, making his tongue thick and rich with needy lust as he stares at this transformed Rufus Shinra before him.

‘Shit…he’s making Rude look like a crude fuck. That’s not good yo…’ Reno licks his lips. They taste like a wonderful cocktail of Rufus, alcohol, princely pleasure, and strawberries. ‘Yeah…that’s not good but this sure as hell is. Maybe I’ll just go along with it for now and see what the hell is going on.’

Half of Reno is wanting this, and the other half is ticked at being so completely dead wrong in his assumptions regarding how the activities were going to go.

‘Where the hell are the whips and chains and why the fuck am I so disappointed they’re not here?’ Reno argues, his inner voice sounding in nothing more then a small growl.

“Going on? I thought that was fairly clear… I am entertaining you here in my apartment… are you not enjoying yourself?” Rufus looks quizzical, his smile turning half smirk but still remaining good natured and malice free. He sips his scotch, regarding Reno and lighting one of the thin red cigarettes for himself.

Holding the cigarette in his teeth as he smiles, Rufus moves in front of the nervous redhead, Running his hands delicately up over his pale shoulders and around to unfasten the leather cord that bound all that red hair, removing it and dropping it to the table beside them.

As Reno’s eyes roll to the ceiling, a groan pushing up from the back of his throat. Rufus pulls his fingers through the strands to drape silky lengths over Reno’s shoulders in the front, stepping back to further admire the redhead’s beauty.

‘Reno was stunning when he was displaced of his masks and cocky attitudes, almost innocent, all pale creamy skin and blood red locks, dark red black lashes fluttering nervously and cheeks a bit pink with uncertainty.

“Stunning.” He breathes quietly, glancing back over his shoulder. Rufus sees that the tub is almost filled and smiles again. Moving back to the edge and shutting off the water he places an ashtray near the decanter and lights a few candles.

Stubbing out his cigarette in the ash tray he glides back over to where Reno still stands. “Would you care to undress yourself or should I do it for you?” Rufus shimmies his own half buttoned shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor and kicks off his shoes, sliding his white trousers off his narrow hips and pulling off his socks he stands unabashedly nude and smiling, still looking the partially clothed red head up an down.

He’s let Rufus undo his hair with faint shyness, almost reaching up with his right hand to tug at it nervously. Another drag on his cigarette and he’s blushing.

Reno, standing as goo-goo eyed as a baby and blushing as Rufus looks him over, offering silent sweet nothings with pools of gentle azure.

“Rufus…” Reno sighs, whining and tapping his foot a little with frustration. He stares, half annoyed at the nude blond, taking another deep drag before setting both glass and cigarette on the edge of the steaming tub.

“I’ll do it yo,” Reno snaps a little, feeling a small pang of guilt. ‘Rufus is being so damn NICE and it’s only ticking me off and making me feel like a virgin!’

Reno slips his pants down over his hips along with his boxers and tugs them both over sloppily tied boots which he quickly kicks off too along with his socks. Reno watches Rufus above him, silky red hair tumbling over his shoulders and veiling his face in all its sex-mussed glory. Reno normally never took his hair down for anyone except Rude…and now apparently Rufus Shinra.

Jade eyes, fiery with defiance and uncertainty look Rufus over, from the top of his blonde head and gorgeous eyes down along his snowy cream skin to his cock ‘Gods that cock could work wonders…’ to his toes curled slightly in the lush carpet.

“Fuck…” Reno curses quietly, biting his lip and standing straight back up, ignoring all of Rufus’s perfections and far too gentle persuasions and tosses his hair over his shoulder, meeting the president’s eyes. He knows if he wants what he really…wants… he is going to have to say something about it because Rufus is not going to give anything for less then at least some verbal begging.

Inside Rufus smirks. Building the card house was usually even more fun than knocking it down… the teardown was just the final result and spectacular as such devastation was to witness, the real beauty was in the complexity of what was to be destroyed.

To his credit Rufus did not wish to destroy Reno.. but the redhead would learn something valuable about himself and what he was capable of today. Rufus could see it already.. his careful seduction.. pleasantries.. a gentle touch here, a soft, nearly loving caress there and Reno was nearly ready to fall to his knees and grovel for some abuse,

‘Not yet… I am going to make you feel so good you’ll beg for pain just to assuage the guilt you feel at having said such nasty… albeit true things about me… and for comparing these flings to your relationship with Rude, as I am certain you have…’

On the outside Rufus laughs lightly at Reno’s soft cursing, meeting the calculating and longing jade irises and dilated pupils with his own sun warmed melt water pools, amusement crinkling the corners. He reaches out to grasp Reno’s hand again, pulling him gently up the two short steps and over the edge into the hot bathwater, settling in beside the redhead with a soft sigh as the heat envelopes them both.

“I hope it’s not too warm… I do tend to like my baths a bit scalding… relaxes the muscles…” Rufus smiles, dragging his fingers through the whorls Reno’s hair drifts into as it settles in the water. He raises his eyes to meet Reno’s again, gently parting his lips in a soft inviting smile.

‘I’ll let Reno play the cards for a moment.. he won’t start begging yet.. but he might kiss me.. touch me.. pretend to have some control..’ He blinks once, slowly, now just silently observing.

Reno hisses as the water hits his sex sensitive skin but doesn’t pull away. He notices for the first time just how soft Rufus’s hands are, the nails so perfectly manicured and the tips of the fingers too damn perfectly smooth.

It seems almost intimate, noticing such small details and Reno fumes harder in absolute silence, fighting the weight of his hair to draw his head up and gaze at Rufus. The whimper crept up past Reno’s lips before he could stop it.

Good gods those perfect parted lips, moist with water and whiskey and so damn…fucking…kissable. ’Oh what the hell! My chance to take charge! Do it Reno!’

Jade slides to half mast and Reno leans in, left hand reaching up and into Rufus’s hair, grabbing the blonde locks behind his ear to tug him forward. Reno presses his lips to Rufus’s, tongue sliding along the lower pout and delving inside.

It was fucking heaven and too perfect. Like cake with too much frosting that’s smothering. Like coffee with more milk and sugar then actual caffeinated essence. Reno grinds his lips against Rufus’s, showing in that one daringly rough kiss just what he wants. What he isn’t realizing though is it’s also his first real beg and Rufus will most likely take it as that.

‘Oh Reno…. So predictable…’ Rufus has to admit that Reno’s predictability didn’t make him any less physically desirable. ‘Gets me hard as fucking reinforced concrete… reading his every move…’ Rufus presses into the kiss, tongues tangling, sliding along the backs of teeth, tasting that familiar smoke alcohol, lust with a hint of strawberry this time.

Sucking Reno’s lower lip in to drag against his perfect row of white teeth, Rufus pulls away a bit, letting the lip snap back before leaning in again with almost playfully sensual licks and gentle bites against those parted and swollen lips, nipped to tender flushed passion pink. He pulls one hand up through long sodden hair to tangle fingers in ruby strands near the scalp where it’s still dry.

Cupping the back of Reno’s head to hold him close in and moving the other to rest around his lower back, Rufus turns the redhead slightly on the submerged marble bench, pushing one knee down and under Reno’s outside leg so the redhead was straddling his thigh when he was done.

The buoyancy made it easy to maneuver the other gently and sensually, heat pinked flesh feeling every ripple. Rufus gently flexes his thigh now planted firmly between Reno’s legs, while still savaging those perfect lips and agile tongue, fingers caressing the cleft in Reno’s shapely, firm behind.

“Rufus…you taste…so good…” Reno purrs between kisses, heart leaping in his chest and forcing a hot wave down to his gut, cock springing to life, as hard as the marble they sat on. He groans as Rufus’s thigh flexes, the small friction sending shivers up his spine and making the arms wrapped around Rufus’s torso to turn delicate wrists in and dig bitten nails down Rufus’s back. Reno’s eyes slip closed, heavy and weighted and swimming with sparkles in icy blue hues and sweet forgiving azure.

“Why won’t you…please…” Reno says, voice laced with lust driven panic, “just…” Reno’s hands roam over Rufus’s back, over the soft skin taut over toned muscle, “Just give me what you know I need?” Reno emphasizes the last word with a thrust of his hips against Rufus’s thigh as he gazes into Rufus’s eyes with fiery jade.

“Patience Reno…” Rufus shifts again, gently turning on the bench again so that he is seated with Reno now straddling his entire lap, pulling in to press their bodies close, erections pushed together and held between their flat abdomens.

He rolls his hips to get a good jolt of shared pleasant friction between them, hissing slightly and dropping his head low to trail soft searching kisses up the redhead’s chest and neck as he leans Reno back in his arms, teeth gently scraping collar bone and nipping at corded muscle in neck and shoulder. Between these breaths of passion on wet flesh Rufus soothes, voice so like the calm rippling of the heated water that surrounds them, his words could be lost in imaginings of gentle sun warmed costal pools left to shimmer after the tide.

“Can’t you…. simply.. enjoy the bath…... my body… against yours? I…. can feel… you pressed.. into me….. I know…..mmm… you’re enjoying this….. can’t you.. relax?” Rufus continues to roll his hips as he trails lips and tongue and words over quivering heat plumped moist skin.

Reno’s hair looks like a spreading pool of blood in the water and Rufus smiles at the image of the redhead so willingly sacrificing himself upon the watery marble alter of his own desire. He hears Reno’s breaths quicken at his words and the touch of lips and tongue and stiff ready flesh that slid past his own beneath the lapping water.

Reno draws his lower lip in, sucking at the swollen flesh. His eyes roll back, a groan pushing its way up past his stomach and hissing through his teeth. His hips are rolling back against Rufus’s and the line of frustration on his brow relaxes with the soothing words that flow over him like warm milk, heating his blood and making him tingle.

“A-aaaahnn… Gods… Rufus… ok… just please yo… don’t stop.” Whimpering, Reno looks up at Rufus with half lidded eyes, dark lashes fluttering on his cheeks like smears of blood. He is still hating how much he loves this, but his body is aching to the point that he doesn’t care anymore.

‘Fine…I guess you’re not gonna give me what I want yo, maybe if I play along you will…just don’t stop this. It feels too fucking good.’ Reno thinks to himself, writhing in the pale prince’s arms and waiting for a demise that will never come.

Reno’s tearing himself apart hoping and waiting for the sharp edge of nail, the bite of perfect white teeth, a cruel smirk, firm rough strokes. It’ll never happen. But Reno hopes that if he presses Rufus enough, maybe he will. ‘As long as he doesn’t stop…’

“Now why would I stop? This is far from over Reno… I hope you didn’t have any pressing business today.” Rufus breathes, leaning in to whisper against the TURK’s ear, flicking his tongue across the delicate flushed porcelain shell to lap a bead of water from the steel hoop before pulling back to gently claim those pleading lips again. Rufus’ mouth covers and moves against Reno’s with sweet tenderness, heavy lidded blue eyes trimmed by golden lashes flutter closed with a low moan of subtle undemanding passion that sounds so sincere that even Rufus is convinced by his act for a moment.

‘It’s not really so much an act but a very pleasant means to an end… I can enjoy displaying tenderness just a much as brutality..’ He tries to remind himself that cruelty wears many faces not all of them ugly. Inside he grins a little viciously, outside his demeanor is a marvel of engineered compassion.

Pulling back again and releasing Reno’s mouth with a slight hiss of suction, Rufus flashes white perfection in a smile again devoid of any cruelty, soft blue eyes betraying no malice or chill.

“I am going to touch you further now if that is alright..” Rufus knows this softly intoned warning is merely formality, at this point there is very little the redhead would even consider denying him. He stands slowly, pulling Reno up with him to stand in the thigh deep water, never breaking eye contact until he gently turns the redhead away from him and drops low behind, urging him with firm but gentle pressure of his hand to bend and spread.

Reno feels like a virgin again, the all of his control swept from him on another azure wave. The commanding words shoot straight into even his deepest nerves and he’s moving to stand with Rufus even before he thinks about it.

There’s a murmur of loss at the broken contact with those eyes and Reno scowls. ‘Loss? What the hell? And what else would I be doing today? He’s my boss! If he orders me to be treated like a prince then well…shit. I will.’ Reno snorts mentally.

“Just place your hands on the ledge there…. Yes..mmm..” Rufus traces that pink pucker with one soft finger before pressing in only a bit tauntingly then pushing the digit slowly past the resistance.

Reno opens his mouth to add some snide remark but then he feels the glide of a finger and the only thing that comes out between his lips is a sharp gasp, ass pressing back against Rufus’s finger immediately. Drops of water fall from his nose to drip on hands that grip the marble edge, knuckles white.

“B-boss…” Reno moans, back arching. ‘He’s so…damn gentle. It’s fucking driving me mad! What does he want with me?’ Reno muses, but all thoughts are cascaded away by the fire swimming through his veins with the knowledge of much larger heated objects that usually come after a finger or two.

“Relax Reno...” Rufus purrs, breathing lightly over that clenching opening, tracing circles around it with both finger and tongue before pulling the cheeks a bit wider and delving inside.

‘Strong muscle the tongue.. flexible and agile…’ Rufus smirks, face pressed firmly between Reno’s lust and heat flushed, creamy buttocks, writhing his tongue up into that tight vaguely salty passage and back again, using almost no force, only the pressure required to remain inside, letting Reno’s body push his tongue out before pressing it in again, periodically sucking gently at the moistened puckered opening or pausing in his oral ministrations to prod inward casually with a finger, stroking sensitive nerve bundles his tongue was not long enough to reach.

The hot tongue sliding between Reno’s cheeks has his eyelids fluttering, falling to his elbows, the cool wet marble making him hiss.

“Oooooh fuck…Rufusss…” Between clenched teeth Reno hisses and curses, and doesn’t dare tell Rufus that this is a first. ‘Oh. Shit. Fucking. Damn…’ Reno’s inner voice doesn’t graduate to any higher level of intelligence, the hot tongue sweeping and pressing past that sensitive ring of muscle and those delicate searching fingers are forcing anything else away.

“Hhnnggshit…so damn good…” Reno’s not really sure if he’s saying that aloud or not. Reno’s not sure of much right now. His boss’ tongue is up his ass, making his body tense and ripple with sensations he didn’t know it was possible to feel. ’Please leave a message after the moan…’

The nearly mindless murmured cursing in those pleading tones makes Rufus smirk. Reno sinking to his elbows opens him further and Rufus dives in again, lapping and sucking at that sweet tender flesh he could tell was very unused to such attention.

In fact the whole of Reno was behaving as if he were inexperienced, nearly virginal which Rufus knew to be absolutely not the case. He pulls back again, rising to his feet and leaning over the quivering redhead, tenderly kissing up his arched spine and pushing two fingers in past the slightly relaxed resistance, scissoring them and grazing the prostate with every easy thrust of his hand.

“Mmmmm…. Reno… you’re very beautiful you know.. so pale and perfect… your body compliments this carved marble… rivaling it for smoothness…. And for hardness…” With his words Rufus slides his other hand around to encircle the cursing redhead’s straining length, stroking softly down the shaft and just barely tracing all it’s rigid contours with tenuous gliding fingertips, brushing the leaking tip with a thumb and spreading the slickness down the channel beneath that he can feel throbbing along with Reno’s accelerated heart rate.

Reno’s never come just by someone’s hand and fingers alone before, his own of course and by mouth yeah, it’s easy to come from a blowjob and nearly everyone, at least all the guys he’d ever known had been coming into their own hands since their early teens but for Reno to come like he feels he’s just about to usually took a damn sight more than a little pushing fingers and a skilled hand wrapped around his cock.

“Ah…fuck Rufus, you want me to come?” Reno gasps, left hand splaying over the marble and sliding back hard enough to make a high-pitched squeak. He wraps his hand over Rufus’s, urging him to work at him faster, the edge of orgasm making his vision splotch over with tiny little blue dots. ‘Man, what is with the blue? Does everything have to be as blue as Rufus’s damn eyes? Am I going to go out tomorrow, see a blue car and come all over myself yo?’

Reno’s eyes clench shut, the muscles in his body tensing as the support on his right elbow gives way and he falls, face in the small pools of water on the marble.

“SHIT! Fucking hell Rufus…gonna…co-ooommmmee!” The rest of the word is drowned out in a gasping moan that borders on a virginal yell of release, hot cum sliding over Rufus’s hand and his own, falling into the water, hitting the side of the tub.

Reno’s body’s shaking and twitching with the force of orgasm, hair pooled around his head as he gasps for breath. Now Reno’s done two new things in one day, been fucked by a tongue (Rufus’s no less) and come by fingers alone.

Smiling without any outward hint of the deviousness within, Rufus continues to gently manipulate Reno’s body until his orgasm passes and the redhead goes slack against the cool marble. Carefully withdrawing his fingers from Reno’s body and removing his hand from the softening manhood he practically cradles the redhead in his arms, turning and lowering him back into the warm water to the submerged marble bench.

Straddling the still twitching TURK’s lap, Rufus brings his cum coated hand up between them and laps some of the cooling fluid from his fingers before dropping the hand back beneath the water, staring steadily into Reno’s hazy half lidded eyes. Eyes that were nearly solid jade, so small had the pupils contracted, even in the dim light, ‘Wonder if he even sees..’

Rolling the flavor of Reno around his tongue, Rufus leans in to delicately tease his way inside that invitingly slack mouth and share Reno back with himself along with a generous dose of still ready passion.

“I think that we are sufficiently bathed…” Rufus reaches over the redhead to retrieve a soft towel which he uses to gently squeeze most of the water out of Reno’s long hair. “Come on.. I’m not finished pleasing you yet..” Rufus kisses the redhead lightly on the lips again before rising and helping Reno to his feet and out of the tub, one hand entwined with the redhead’s the other providing a steadying guide at the small of his back.

Reno’s body is feels like it’s been whipped around in a gravity simulator and shot back out. His knees are shaky and he has to look at his hand to raise it because he’s not sure he can feel it at all. He lets Rufus urge him along into the bedroom, didn’t even fight the hand that dried his hair and was now steadying his back as they walk.

“You’re not done with me?” Reno asks almost incredulously, eyes widening a little, the pupils dilating as he comes out of slight pleasure shock. ‘Can I come that much?’ Reno asks, glancing down at his still sensitive cock where it hung, even now thick between his legs. Every time he took a step it brushed against his inner thigh and made him twitch. ‘Yeah…yeah I can…whaddaya know…’ Reno muses, licking his lips and tasting Rufus’s exotic taste as well as his own lust musk.

The bedroom is as elegant as Reno thought it would be, and at the same time tactfully simple in a nearly Wutaian fashion.

There’s a large bed with a creamy white comforter and silk black sheets, a writing desk and chair, a door that no doubt led to a bathroom, another to a closet, and a large cabinet with a small silver lock on it.

Reno raises a brow. ‘Wonder what’s in there…’ He doesn’t ask though, knowing he’ll either get a straight answer and probably not like it, or get no answer at all and still not like it. Instead he focuses on the beautiful creature that’s seemingly left authority to the wind, taken off and come to make him prince for the day.

Watching Rufus now, in fact, watching Rufus ever reminded Reno of a white egret, beautiful and simply elegant, head held high, aware of it’s beauty but with a sharp glint of intelligence in the eyes.

Bypassing the cabinet and heading straight for the bed, Rufus leads the vaguely trembling TURK along by one hand, the other still applying slight pressure and soothing strokes of soft fingertips to Reno’s lower back.

“This way… see? Nothing like a hot soothing bath… get the muscles nice and relaxed.. you do feel relaxed don’t you Reno?” Rufus doesn’t force the redhead down onto the mattress, simply releases his hold on his hand and draws away to descend to the soft down comforter himself, reclining and beckoning with eyes like a hot summer sky and a warm curl of pink rosebud lips.

“Join me?”

‘Playing this role has me so damn hard Reno… I know you can see my want.. it’s obvious how hot you get me anyway…’ Rufus smirks inside. He has no illusions about what Reno’s submissiveness does to him no matter how it was coaxed from the usually defiant man.

‘Oh yes… when this card house falls… It will be the most spectacular kind of collapse because it will fall only when you pull your own card out from the bottom.. it only breaks when you do Reno…’

”Wait…what about the cabinet yo?” Reno asks, right eye twitching as the shivers are put to a direct stop and Reno’s muscles tense with the frustration that was previously sated by Rufus’s hot tongue and nimble fingers but has now begun to rise again.

“Damn Rufus…why the hell are you…” Reno stops the growl rising in his chest and takes a deep breath. He stares down at Rufus on the bed, jade eyes raw and sharp in their gaze. ‘You’re hot…but this is not working out the way I want it yo!’ Reno takes another long gaze at Rufus and huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘I want you to throw me to the bed and fucking abuse me damnit but you’re not gonna do it and you’re gonna make me feel all guilty for being a dick ‘cause you’re bein’ so damn nice. It’s freaky…you’re freaking me out yo.’ Reno thinks this on the inside and on the outside just fidgets, half annoyed, and half deeply aroused.

‘Good gods he’s hot…’ Finally Reno sits down on the bed, back to Rufus and stares at the cabinet as if it held all his hopes and dreams within its expensive wooden confines.

“Cabinet?” Rufus cocks his head to one side, feigning confusion. He’d seen the redhead’s eyes linger on it as they’d passed. ‘Probably thinks that’s where all the whips and chains and whatnot he has expected me to break out this whole time reside.’

Rufus mentally rolls his eyes. ‘The shackles and lashes of your own mind will trap and score you with much greater efficiency than I could hope to command..’ Rufus laughs both inside and out and the only difference you could discern, hearing them side by side, had really nothing to do with sound.

“You’re angry with me? What have I done?” Rufus intones mildly after he has smirked with amusement at Reno’s back for a few moments, having observed the irritated looking, blushingly aroused and totally conflicted, nude TURK sink to the bed, facing away from him and fidget.

’Staring across the room at that ridiculous imported Wutian linens closet!’ Rufus rolls his eyes in reality this time, but the redhead can’t see him anyway.

“Please come here?” He drifts a hand forward, lightly trailing his fingertips down the length of Reno’s spine and the redhead groans, falling onto his back and leaning over to lay half atop him.

“You know perfectly well what you’ve done…” ‘Or not done…’ Reno thinks to himself as he stares Rufus down, trying desperately find a way to break the halo above that blonde head of hair and not end up feeling guilty as shit about it.

‘What if this isn’t an act? What if he really feels bad about ruining me? But…I like being ruined.’ Reno snarls at himself. ‘No yo. You DO NOT] like it.’ Confused, Reno props himself up on his right elbow and looks over the beautiful but deadly creature below him, smirking at Rufus’s cock as it stands nearly full mast and oozing.

“That can’t be pleasant… Sure you don’t want to take care of it yo? Or shall I?” Reno asks, desperate enough for some kind of abuse to wrap his mouth around that hot shaft, close his eyes, and remember a night three months ago when Rufus was smirking above him, the damn blonde’s cum sliding over his chin.

Somehow, Reno thinks that’s not going to happen this time and it irks him to hell and at the same time, the well of guilt gnaws at his stomach. Guilt for comparing these strange incidents with Rufus to his relationship with Rude, for being such an ass in the board room and being so damn ungrateful when Rufus was being nothing but kind and caring. ‘FUCK!’

“Why don’t you kiss me instead? Rufus grins almost shyly, gazing up at Reno through lowered honey lashes, like sunlight on cerulean lagoons. “I will happily wait for you to recover a bit more… or if you need no more recovery time… perhaps you would allow me to… pleasure both you and myself.”

Rufus keeps the coy expression for the benefit of his word’s impact but draws the grin inward to a tender pout. ‘Oh Gods this is almost to much to BEAR!’ Rufus’ inner voice nearly cackles with glee.

It isn’t that Rufus is really a cruel man although he certainly displays some slightly sadistic qualities at times, it’s just that ‘Reno so asks for this shit!’ and Rufus lived for games.. ‘You can’t rule the world by fear if you don’t know how to read people.’ This kind of thing was good for the TURK.. Made him have to think… examine who he really is. ‘Knowing yourself is very important! How can you hope to figure out other people if you don't know who the fuck YOU are?’

The last time they had been together like this, Reno had avoided him like the damn plague for three months after for what Rufus had taught him about his own nature. The physical bruises and scratches heal quickly thanks to the mako but Reno’s ego bruising was still an unsightly injury, purpled and tender from that night.

That time had only been a appetizer for this bit of manipulation though and by the time he was finished with the redhead, this lesson will be firmly branded across his pride’s sweet ass by Reno’s own hand holding the red hot iron. ‘Wonder how long he’ll avoid me after this one?’

Reno’s fairly certain that things are not going the way he wants and his ego is still sitting on the floor of Rufus’s house and he is far from admitting how bad he wants it. That and the thought of Rufus’s cock up his ass working him with (gentle this time not rough) thrusts is making him squirm.

“Rufus…you are really ticking me off…” ‘Fuck.. ’cause I feel so fucking guilty for saying that.’ Swallowing back his pride and frustration, Reno soothes the bite of his words with a deep plunging kiss, left hand skittering down to grasp Rufus’s cock, thumb sliding down the length in a smoothing motion.

‘Hell…maybe I should just be rough yo…no Reno you idiot you tried that on the boardroom table. It’s not what you really want. Rufus you ass…you little bastard!’

‘Shit I feel like such a damn jerk. Someone slap me quick!’ Reno whimpers into the kiss, tongue caressing Rufus’s gently, sliding along the back of his teeth.

‘Ya know…that makes you want the abuse even more. Now you really do deserve it and because you want it so bad, and you’re being such a little shit, you deserve not getting what you want to be deserving…’[

Reno, if he weren’t sprawled with his tongue down Rufus’s throat would have laughed at himself. ‘You are so confused yo…so confused.’ Reno sighs and reaches down to Rufus’s balls, and hopes to god the sex will take his mind off his apparently insurmountable inner conflict.

Laying placidly beneath the quietly seething TURK, Rufus ignores Reno’s frustrated words, half hiss half whimper, focusing instead on the eyes that searched his, their jade depths full of confusion and dreadful longing and even still a shred of defiance, conveying all his wishes and wants in the split second as the eyes squeeze shut in a tiny surrender.

“Scold me, bruise me, slap me, berate me, fuck me goddamn it! USE ME YOU BASTARD!!” Rufus can nearly hear Reno’s mental scream as those eyes clench and the redhead dives in to claim his mouth, hand sliding down his belly to wrap those slender fingers around his own weeping hardness.

He’d been successfully ignoring it’s throbbing near pain until Reno’s hand fell upon it, spreading slickness from tip to root with one long downward stroke. Rufus is just a little irked that he cannot stifle a curse, cannot counter the involuntary thrust of his hips up into Reno’s hand. Rufus moans into the deep forceful kiss that Reno drew him into, a kiss which almost feels like an apology.

“Mmmmm…. Sorry…. I… anger you…. Reno…” Rufus moans out between a fiery succession of passionate kisses between them, each questing to taste the most possible of lips and teeth, tongues and the inner walls of cheeks and the soft strange spot beneath writhing muscular organs that caress each other with such blistering lustful heat.

“What angers me is how easily you are making me rip my own guts out and feed them back to myself on a goddamn gold platter with Rufus Shinra painted in large shiny letters on the top…” Reno growls into Rufus’s ear, biting down on the lobe and sliding his tongue into the small crevice.

He realizes how much his words might have stung Rufus if this was genuine but if it wasn’t ‘The bastard deserves it.’ The hand around Rufus’s cock pumps harder and Reno slips between the blonde’s legs, the tongue that was moments ago cursing at Rufus darts out to lap one straining ball of flesh, sucking on it tenderly. Reno peers up at Rufus, licking away the pre-come that drips down Rufus’s shaft and his actions are counteracting the dangerous look he gives the blond.

‘Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me yo?’ Reno asks mentally as he sucks just a little harder at the right sack of sensitive flesh and the hand pumping Rufus leaves to rake his nails down a soft pale stomach.

“Reno….can’t you allow me to treat you well… I only want to see you pleased.. and I know I can give you pleasure if you will let me..” Rufus’ cock is aching, throbbing with pressure and thanks to Reno’s ministrations a bit more sensitized than he might like.

‘It’s alright though I don’t need to outlast him this time… this will work weather I do or don’t… provided he fucking lets me in…’ Rufus goes out on a slight limb, sure it will pay off.

“Please… allow me drive you into ecstasy… you look so gorgeous like that.” Rufus raises himself up on his elbows, regarding Reno with an earnest undemanding look “I’ll make you feel good…. Better than in the bath…”

Reno pauses and blinks up at Rufus, jade eyes softened but wary. “Yeah yo…sure thing,” he says, voice holding a sharp edge to it, the snappy tone Reno gets when he’s ticked off but trying to hide it. Slowly he gets up and rolls over, scooting back onto the bed and watching Rufus the whole time, left foot tapping as an outlet for his inner torments.

‘Ok yo, this is the way Rude treats you, and you love it. You return it yo! But this is Rufus, he abused you the first time and you came like a goddamn banshee. Now he’s at it again playing the sweet type (which you, Reno, coincidentally like!) But not with Rufus. No, you want him to slap you around a bit. You’re a goddamn masochist to his drug and he’d probably give it to you if you only…fucking…admit it. Just a few words yo!’

Reno scowls darkly, though his cock is hard and aching for Rufus. ‘Like hell yo…this is all too weird! I’m not gonna have a fucking break down. Just ‘cause I like it doesn’t mean I have to admit it out loud.’

Though Reno’s thoughts are weak and he knows that once that cock is buried deep within him he’ll let it out because he won’t be able to do otherwise.

‘Final card…’ Smiling again with eyes alight in crystal blue, passion dripping, gentle sincerity Rufus rolls up to his knees, sliding up next to the still wary but compliant redhead. Trailing a hand along the length of Reno’s creamy inner thigh, up over the jut of hip bone skirting a tracery of gently defined abs and lats to brush pink already tightened nipple.

Rufus maintains solid eye contact with the flushed TURK, softly pinching and rolling that tender bud of flesh to coax forth a needy gasp, a flutter of black red eyelashes, a roll of flexible hips, Rufus leans down to place a soft lingering kiss on in the shallow depression just to the inside of one of those angular hips and listening for the sharp intake of breath as he laps the tender spot with a few quick flickers of supple tongue.

Most of the beads of water have rolled off their bodies or evaporated but a few remain and Rufus delicately swipes these away with trailing kisses and licks, gentle nips with nearly no force and the feather soft brush of golden bangs he peers steadily through as he moves up Reno’s torso to bring his lips within an inch of the other’s

Reno’s eyes watch Rufus like a hawk, left hand twitching to reach up and slam Rufus down, force those teeth into his skin in a rougher manner. Reno writhes instead though, burning from the inside out with the length of all the teasing he’s endured. He knows that even if Rufus fucks him, makes him come, there will be no satisfaction.

“How is most pleasant for you Reno?” Rufus breathes, lightly brushing the redhead’s face with moist lips, and feathery eyelashes, silken bangs and fingers that move from the nipple they were teasing to smooth fire red locks from a pale brow.

‘You’re such a jerk…’ Reno berates himself mentally. Every little nip, every kiss, every gentle caress is pushing Reno closer to the edge. “Rufussss…” he hisses in warning, looking like a fired up phoenix there on the bed, long red hair creating a blazing halo splayed out on the bed and jade eyes so dark and lustful they could burn.

He stares down angrily at Rufus, though the one he’s really angry with is himself for tearing his own sanity and ripping it away. “Fuck me. Just…do it. I don’t care how.” Reno purrs in answer to the question he’d nearly forgotten, hoping the seduction in his voice, thick and creamy, will egg Rufus on to give him what he’s needing so badly.

“Gently then….” Rufus smiles, even sweetly, brushing his lips over Reno’s again, before reaching over to the side table for lubricant and ignoring the redhead’s anger and frustration.

‘He’s trying so desperately to pull some brutality out of me… It’s almost cute.. how he fools himself.. confusing need with want with frustration and blame.’ Rufus muses, smooth featured face half smiling and heavy lidded eyes still reflection pools of deep placid sapphire.

He applies a generous amount of the slick clear fluid to himself, falling to Reno’s side in the soft folds of his heavy down comforter and gently applying just a bit of force to roll Reno onto his side facing away. Running the same hand down the redhead’s back and between his pale, firmly muscular buttocks to prepare that tight opening for what he planned to make the most tender and sensual fuck of Reno’s life.

The final offense that will, if Rufus has placed all the cards correctly, cause the Jack of Hearts to topple the entire structure in on himself by the last orgasmic spasm. Rufus doesn’t linger long at the task of preparation. Reno is more than ready to be taken, that tightly closed bud opening to him under the gentlest of pressure, The redheads leg automatically raising to allow more access.

Using his other hand to pull the mass of long red strands up and away from Reno’s slender neck he nestles close, brushing silken lips and words of tender but unnecessary forewarning of his advance across Reno’s ear as he slowly presses up and in, holding the redhead’s slim leg aloft with one strong hand.

Rufus makes it the slowest, smoothest, most nearly loving action he has possibly ever preformed. Coming to a halt as he is seated in as far as he can go and just breathing for a moment, placing light kisses down that pale neck and shoulder, waiting for Reno to plead with him to move.

Reno’s gasp at the hard shaft that parts his cheeks and slides in with careful ease turns to a whining mew, hands clenching the sheets as he tries to push himself back harder, the slow motion driving him mad.

‘Gentle…when the hell did I say gentle? Fuck me and FUCK ME HARD DAMNIT!’ Reno screams inside, biting the comforter to keep his voice silent, hold on to his last shred of resistance to this little lesson, the one that is preventing him from fully admitting what he has learned and accepting it.

“Nn-nnngg…Rufus…pl-” Reno stops himself before he finishes that last little word, true begging at this point in time was still in a realm his ego wouldn’t touch.

When Rufus stops, Reno groans, eyes flashing before fluttering shut, forced to feel completely that pulsing flesh deep within him, rubbing against sensitive muscles and making his balls strain and his cock ache. Arching his back Reno presses into Rufus, taking matters into his own hands and rolling his hips, desperate for friction.

‘Shit yo…I am not gonna last long and this is not gonna be pretty.’ Reno thinks with the last little shred of sanity before Rufus’s sweet sugar lips and caramel words and gentle touches make him run for the hills and throw himself down off a cliff and onto the house of cards and he hasn’t even come yet.

“Please.”

Hoisting Reno’s suspended milky leg a little higher and gently rolling with him as he attempts to force the pace, Rufus holds Reno firm, easing in and withdrawing with nothing but delicacy and nearly loving passion. His strokes are deep and blindingly intense even to himself but with no edge of petty pride or any threat of unearned advantage.

‘Fuck this would be good even without the hidden agenda…’ He muses to himself, biting his lip and groaning deep, burying his face in Reno’s shoulder with a shudder of pleasure. Rufus just keeps whispering meaningless strips of poetic nonsense in dulcet lilting feathers of voice awash with pleasure.

Speaking of a vision in creamy skin, blood red hair, gentle perfection of body, lean muscle and a flameblack edged, polished river jade gaze. The undeniable seduction that is Reno. Describing Reno to himself against the very ear of the taut, quivering redhead.

Rufus fills Reno with all he has, perhaps even allowing himself to fall into the fantasy of lovemaking for a few blissful moments. ‘Seems all the more real that way…’

“F-fuck…mmmnnn...uuugnnRufus…don’t make me beg please…gonna come too quickly!” Reno spouts, biting his lower lip and moving to Rufus’s thrusts, unable to do much else. The white winged black haloed horned creature behind him whispering sweet words only urges the fire building within the redhead, all to quickly spiking it’s way down Reno’s back, taking hold of his gut and clenching.

Reno comes, cock pressed firm against the bed in an attempt for friction. The frustration and guilt, unattended dark lust builds and expels, causing Reno to hide his face in the sheets and let out a screaming sob, body shuddering madly.

“Fuck Rufus!” Reno gasps for hot breath in the confines of the bed he’s crushing his face to, furious at his cum staining the sheets, furious at Rufus behind him, and furious with himself. As Rufus is still moving within him he tightens his inner muscles and growls between hitching breaths.

“Ok... I want to be.. a-abused. I rather enjoy…. having you f-fuck me over and… hand my ass and ego back to me in shards…. So what the FUCK are you doing and why won’t… you just DO it yo!?” Reno questions, voice rough and harsh from the force of the orgasm and the fiery tears of frustration coursing down his cheeks, rises to nearly a yell, bitter but gasping as Rufus still moves gently within him drawing his body wracking spasms out.

His face is flushed, embarrassed and finally unguarded. Reno’s hand shakes, jade eyes spitting venom at the Jack of Hearts he has pulled from the house of cards, ruining the beautiful mess himself and finally seeing the hand that ruined it as his own and not Rufus’. ‘Oh fuck…I did this to myself.’

“I told you I would leave no doubt… I never said I would abuse you…” Rufus whispers, lips trembling against Reno’s ear, releasing his hold on the redheads raised leg, allowing it to sink back down as he brings that arm around to hold the shuddering redhead close, to meet his final gentle thrust.

Rufus comes with a soft hitch of breath and a sigh of Reno’s name, body tensing and quivering in release, throbbing with Reno clenched tight around him, holding Reno close in a parody of a loving embrace before relaxing with another soft sigh and gently withdrawing.

“I do know the difference between need and want…” Rufus chuckles mildly, rolling up to a seated position, gazing down at Reno still curled on his side, a glistening string of cum sliding down the back of his thigh. “You want me to abuse you… debase you.. mar your body and mind, tatter your pride and use you.. fuck you hard and make you come screaming how much you hate me for it.. you want to bite, seethe, rebel, be subjugated, fight, submit…. You NEED to admit that you want those things from me… and that is what I have given you… just what you needed. Now…..” Rufus finally allows his smirk of victory to manifest, the searing frost to solidify his eyes back to the icy diamond cut gems they were.

“Get up, get dressed and get out of my apartment.” Even Rufus’s wicked grin shivers in the face of his polar ice cavern eyes, deep and lethal with cold mirth.

Reno flies off the bed and glares at Rufus with fury to match even that icy gaze. Forcing back the wave of dizziness he storms out of the room and into the bathroom, tugging on his disheveled clothing in silence, mind reeling.

‘I wanted it…but I needed to admit it. What the hell?! So that WAS just a fucking act. The little blonde bastard!’ But really, Reno’s mostly pissed and turned on as all hell that Rufus would let him do that to himself.

Boots half-laced on his feet and EMR hanging at his side off his left wrist, Reno walks very calmly back to Rufus, taking in the beautiful body that had just helped to destroy his ego again with a shudder. He approaches the blond who has risen from the bed and now regards him with a small smile of complete infuriating satisfaction. Reno snarls at him, furiously horny all over again and just plain furious.

“You better be damn certain I’ll be back.” He spits out, reaching his hand back and finally, doing something he’d been aching to do, slaps Rufus hard across the cheek.

Taking no time to admire the red print he’s made, Reno leans forward and gives it a tender kiss, “I admit it,” he hisses in the blonde’s ear, and storms out of the apartment followed by the even more infuriating low chuckle of amusement that still echoes in his ear as the atrium door slams.

The cold elevator door takes a beating seconds later, several small dents from the toe of Reno’s boot very clear in the bottom right corner, and the private TURK office bathroom a few floors down receives a cum stain minutes later so full of frustration and lust, it should have burned a hole into the wall where it hit.