Private Meeting

“Private Meeting”







“You wanted to see me, Boss?”



Reno’s grin was razor sharp and his blue eyes were sly. There was a certain pleasure that Rufus got out of this sordid little game that they played. He knew that it was no secret that they were sometimes lovers, but it was sort of fun to pretend that they were engaging in an illicit, torrid affair behind everyone’s backs.



Not too long ago Rufus Shinra would have considered such behaviour trivial, but a near death experience and the second coming of Sephiroth had done a lot in teaching him not to take the little things so lightly. He was learning to enjoy the small pleasures of existence because who knew when one’s life would come to a quick and painful end.



Despite this, he still showed a tiny bit of restraint during these encounters, if only to drive Reno crazy. Rufus just smirked a tiny bit at the Turk, didn’t say a word, and folded his hands in his lap almost modestly. He sat in an expensive chair behind a cheap desk. The chair was big and sturdy, upholstered in supple, comfortable leather because Rufus would be damned before he gave up all the luxuries of wealth.



Reno shrugged and locked the door to the office. He didn’t waste time, never really bothered with the finer points of seduction. Rufus rather liked his frank manner even in intimate situations. Reno crossed the room in a few swifts steps that somehow managed to appear languid and slid into Rufus’s lap.



A small, hungry sound escaped Rufus’s lips as he was met electric blue eyes that were already heavy with lust, and he lightly ran his hands up the back of Reno’s thighs. Reno licked at Rufus’s lips almost teasingly.



“So…what kinda meeting are we conducting here tonight, hm Boss?” Reno drawled, smirking slightly, “Am I giving you a quick debriefing or am I here for a nice, long progress report?”



He made it sound so dirty.



Rufus leaned back a little deeper into the fine leather and let his eyes rove suggestively over his lover. He licked his lips, feeling a little predatory as he narrowed his eyes at the Turk. “I’m not really sure,” He replied, allowing his tone to be as clipped and brisk as it was during real business meetings. “When was your last progress report?”



They held each other’s gaze for a long moment before breaking out into soft, companionable laughter. Their lips met in a soft kiss as they broke all pretenses in favour of the pursuit of pleasure.



Rufus had just begun to deepen the kiss, had gently parted Reno’s mouth with his tongue, when the cell phone in Reno’s jacket pocket suddenly began to buzz and vibrate. The Turk moaned softly and broke the kiss, reaching into the inside pocket to pull it out almost angrily.



Though Rufus wasn’t entirely pleased about being interrupted, he couldn’t help but admire Reno’s priorities. The Turks were currently off duty for the day, but that didn’t mean that things couldn’t change at a moment’s notice. There were several quiet little investigations going on and Tseng tended to keep himself busy with work even when he wasn’t on the clock. Because of this, they were always kept updated on important developments.



Reno snapped open the cell phone and checked the caller ID. He smirked and chuckled.



“Who is it?” Rufus asked, intrigued by the man’s reaction.



“Cloud,” Reno grinned.



“Oh?” Rufus tilted his head slightly, “do you have any idea why he’d be calling you at such a late hour?”



Reno shrugged as the phone buzzed again. “You wanna talk to him? I get the feeling I’m going to be a little too busy to have a phone conversation….”



“Why answer at all?”



Reno grinned wickedly, “It’ll make things interesting, ya know?”



Rufus chuckled, “You’re depraved, Reno.”



The Turk just laughed, kissed him quick and pressed the cell phone into his hand before latching his hot, hungry mouth along the side of his neck. Rufus moaned softly and had to take a deep breath in order to gain enough composure to answer the phone without sounding completely breathless.



When he felt like he could take the call coherently and greeted Cloud in his most business-like tone, Cloud’s voice sounded suspicious and maybe even a little nervous.



“Why are you answering Reno’s phone?”



“He’s a bit busy at the moment. Do you have business with him? I wasn’t aware of ordering anything to be delivered,” Rufus replied coolly. Reno began to suck on his other earlobe and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from gasping. Thankfully, the long silence on Cloud’s end allowed a brief moment of reprieve to enjoy what Reno was doing with that sinfully talented tongue of his.



“Um, it’s actually a…personal job I’m doing for Reno,” Rufus could tell that Cloud was lying, “something about a certain brand of cigarettes he could only find in Wutai.”



“Really?” He exchanged glances with Reno who just grinned slyly as he began to unbutton Rufus’s crisp white dress shirt. “Why would he need a delivery service? Usually Reno isn’t averse to using my company helicopter for his own nefarious purposes.”



Reno muffled his quiet laughter against Rufus’s chest and used his position to also lick at the pale vee of skin that he’d exposed.



“I don’t know,” Cloud snapped. “I don’t really make the habit of asking questions when it comes to jobs unless something seems really off.”



“Hmm,” Rufus smirked, “I think you’re lying to me.”



“Yeah well, I never thought that Reno left his cell phone just lying around for anyone to answer.”



Reno pressed his mouth against Rufus’s ear and whispered hotly, “you should know…Cloud and I have been fooling around for a little while now….” Rufus silently digested this information. He wasn’t at all jealous, but rather intrigued, wondering how far he could take this.



“He doesn’t,” Rufus told Cloud softly as Reno’s tongue swirled against the thudding pulse at his throat. This entire situation was driving him crazy and he was half-tempted to tell Cloud exactly what was going on. Reno’s hips began a slow grind against his burgeoning erection. This time Rufus couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his lips.



“What’s going on?” Cloud asked, his voice suddenly sharp.



“I don’t think you really need to know, unless perhaps you’re willing to tell me your true motives behind this phone call.”



Rufus watched with an almost detached fascination as Reno began to lower himself to the floor. He knelt between Rufus’s open thighs and began to slowly unbuckle his belt. Rufus bit his lower lip as he watched Reno’s hands. The Turk briefly looked up just long enough to speak very softly, “Things are about to get real interesting, yo. You sure you wanna stay on the line?”



Rufus nodded slowly as he spoke to the suddenly silent party of his phone conversation, “Cloud, are you still there?”



After another long stretch of silence, he answered, “yes.”



Meanwhile Reno was untucking Rufus’s dick from the confines of pants and underwear. Reno passed his tongue along the shaft in a long, slow caress before taking Rufus’s cock into his mouth. Rufus sighed softly and slumped a little bit in the chair. His fingers reached down to stroke Reno’s hair.



“Hmm,” Rufus purred into the cell phone, “Why are you still on the line if you’re not going to talk, Cloud?”



When he replied, his voice was so soft that Rufus had to make an effort to listen to his words. No easy task with Reno’s mouth and tongue playing over his cock with such practiced skill and familiarity. “What is he doing?”



Rufus arched his eyebrows, a little surprised by the response. He’d never really expected Cloud to be even remotely kinky. “Use your imagination,” Rufus grinned in a suitably wicked manner even though he knew Cloud couldn’t see it.



He felt more than heard Reno’s chuckle and moaned softly at the slight vibration it caused around his dick. Rufus watched Reno’s mouth moving over the shaft of his aching erection, stared at the slick shine of spit along the rigid organ. Sex was such a funny thing, a wanton exchange of bodily fluids usually best avoided, but in the heat of it…Little mattered beyond sensation.



Rufus listen to the silence on the other end, sure that he could hear that Cloud’s breathing was growing heavier. He idly wondered if he was masturbating or just profoundly turned on by whatever he was imagining that Reno was doing to him.



Sooner than he’d have liked, Rufus found himself on the razor’s edge of a surprisingly intense orgasm. It was getting difficult to suppress his vocalizations of pleasure, especially when Reno began to flick the tip of his tongue into the slit of his cockhead and casually knead his balls with those long, deft fingers.



“Reno,” He panted softly. Though the cell phone was still clamped against one ear, he no longer cared if Cloud was listening or not. The Turk sucked him long and slow, deep into his throat. “So close…” Rufus murmured and he was more than sure that he heard Cloud moan against his ear. His fingers tightened in Reno’s hair, and his back arched as he fell over that narrow edge and into ecstasy. It was a pity that such a fine orgasm left him breathless, barely able to utter a single sound. He had so wanted Cloud to hear him come.



As he basked in his afterglow, Reno re-arranged his clothes even though they both knew their “private meeting” wasn’t over and would soon be moved to Rufus’s bedroom. The Turk slid back into his lap and kissed him long and deep as he took the cell phone from his hand. Reno’s tongue was slightly briny with the flavour semen. He was suddenly quite sick if this little game and just wanted the man naked and writhing beneath him.



“You still there, Cloud?” Reno drawled into the phone as their lips parted.



Rufus could hear that Cloud was talking, but his voice was so quiet that it sounded like a faint buzz.



“Don’t give me that shit, Strife,” Reno chuckled at whatever his lover had said, “You could've hung up at any time. Hey maybe next time we can have a real threesome, yo.”



Reno paused, frowned as he held the cell phone in front of his face. “He hung up on me, that bastard!” Despite his angry words, he was grinning widely.



A small smirk tugged at Rufus’s lips, “how rude.”



“No shit,” Reno snorted as he slipped the phone back into one of his jacket’s inner pockets. He settled himself more comfortably on Rufus’s lap, wriggling his ass slightly against Rufus’s crotch. “So…where were we…?”



Rufus neglected to make the obvious comment that they’d never really stopped despite the interruption and instead kissed him. He tangled his fingers in Reno’s hair, let his other, unoccupied hand drift down to settle between the Turk’s legs. Reno moaned and Rufus briefly wished that Cloud was still listening over the cell phone. He knew that Reno was very vocal. It seemed that he couldn’t keep his mouth from running even in the midst of sex (unless it was otherwise occupied, of course).



Rufus unbuttoned and unzipped Reno’s pants, felt the man hot and hard in his palm. He pressed his thumb down on the very tip of the head of his dick, moved the digit in slow circles until Reno’s breath was sobbing in and out of his lungs. Rufus’s thumb slipped over the pre-cum forming at the tip and he smiled at the Turk slyly.



He removed his hand from Reno’s no doubt aching erection and placed the semen slicked thumb against Reno’s lower lip. Rufus felt a little shiver up his spine as he watched Reno’s tongue snake out to lap at the ball of his thumb, watched as he took the digit into his mouth and sucked it clean of his own spunk. Their eyes were locked in an intense gaze. Reno’s expression was shamelessly lustful; his pupils were so wide and black that they nearly obscured the bright blue of his irises.



“I think that we need to retire somewhere a bit more comfortable, don’t you think?” Rufus murmured once Reno had released his thumb. He stroked at one of Reno’s tattoos with the same digit, watching as a faint trail of saliva made its crimson shading appear almost like a fresh wound.



“Hell yeah,” Reno nodded, eyes bright and eager as he practically leaped off Rufus’s lap and headed towards the office door.



Rufus chuckled softly as Reno darted out the door and headed down the hallway towards his bedroom. He glanced over his desk one last time to make sure everything was in order for business tomorrow. No use letting sex completely distract him from work, after all.



Once he was done, he locked up the office and followed the hallway towards his private quarters. Partway there, he began to find articles of familiar clothing strewn across the floor.



He found Reno’s pants hung up on the doorknob of his bedroom door and smiled, eager to find the wanton red-head naked in his bed.






Finis