Mog House

“Son-of-a…grrrr!”

Reno was accustomed to hearing a lot of different sounds from Rufus. There was his regular icy-calm speaking voice, cultured and smooth. There was his don’t-fuck-with-me business negotiations voice, colder and slick, hinting at the nasty surprises in store for those who would dare to cross him. There was the uh-uh-uh voice, hot and dirty, breathed right in his ear when Rufus moved inside him. There was the more rarely heard eh-eh-eh voice, softer and almost surprised sounding, panted up to Reno’s ears when he drove into Rufus.

Reno had never heard any sound quite like the one that was currently coming from behind Rufus’ office doors.

“No, no, no…arrrgghh!”

Rude finally broke from the parade rest position he’d adopted on the opposite side of the doors from where Reno slouched against the wall. He turned his head to Reno, throwing him one of those insufferable Rude-looks from over his dark glasses. Reno snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Uh,” he began, pushing off the wall and lifting his chin to address Rufus’ secretary. She sat primly at her desk, strategically ignoring the strange noises coming from the office. When Reno thought about it, she probably had a lot of practice ignoring what she heard coming from behind those closed doors. “You sure he’s not on the line with anybody in there?”

“Mr. Shinra’s line has been free for the last thirty minutes.” That was five minutes longer than the last time he’d asked, but she left that unsaid.

“Oh, come on! Gaaah!”

Rude cleared his throat and tugged at the sleeves of his black jacket. Rufus’ secretary went back to whatever it was she was doing on her computer. Reno slumped back against the wall, hands in his pockets.

“Errrrgg…stupid little-”

“Ok, that’s it,” Reno announced to the room at large. “I’m going in, yo.”

Rude raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and made a little by-all-means gesture. Rufus’ secretary wisely ignored the statement. Reno sneered at both of them, grabbed the handles of the big double doors, and pushed his way into Rufus’ office.

Rufus was sitting behind his desk, his shirtsleeves pushed up, immaculate white suit jacket folded neatly over the back of his chair. He was uncharacteristically hunched forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his desk. He held what looked like a small silver tablet in his hands; as Reno watched his thumbs moved furiously over a few buttons on either side of the thin, rectangular object. Reno closed the office doors behind himself a bit louder than was strictly necessary. Rufus barely looked up in response to the noise before lowering his head again.

“What do you want?” he asked, grimacing as he shifted in his chair, mashing buttons.

Reno thought he heard a strange chirping noise—and was that music?—coming from the object in Rufus’ hands. “Just making sure you’re not being attacked by a cactuar or something in here.” He moved closer to Rufus’ desk, craning his neck to get a better look at what he was holding. “What the hell are you doin, anyway?”

“Gah, dammit!” Rufus shook the little object in his hands. “What?” he asked, still not looking up from what Reno saw was a tiny screen. “Just a little prototype one of our subsidiaries sent down.” He tapped one of the buttons under his right thumb several times in quick succession, grinning evilly when it seemed to produce a flourish of happy music. “You can go now.”

Reno decided not to take the request to leave any more seriously than he did any other time they were alone together. “What kind of prototype?” He sidled around the desk.

Rufus growled. Reno thought it was directed more at the prototype than at his own proximity, but he could never be sure with Rufus. “With the economic recovery,” he said, his eyes glued to the screen, “they’re looking to expand the leisure market.” Rufus’ tongue darted out the side of his mouth in concentration. “They think handheld gaming will take Midgar by storm.”

Reno tried not to let the little flash of pink tongue distract him. Steadying himself with a hand on the back of the chair, he squatted down to be on an even level with Rufus and peered at the screen. He felt his eyes widen when he recognized the tubby cat-like creature onscreen with the tiny batwings and bright pompom sticking out of its head. “Hey, wait, I know this game! Me’n Rude got drunk and must’ve plunked a paycheck’s worth of gil into the damned thing at the Gold Saucer. Shit, Rufus, I can’t believe you’re in here sounding like you’re getting disemboweled playing fuckin Mog House.”

Rufus grunted.

“You do realize the point of the game is to get the moogles to fuck, right?”

Rufus mashed buttons.

Reno turned his head away from the game to look at Rufus, taking in the narrowed eyes, the intense scowl. He hadn’t seen Rufus looking like this in a long time. On impulse, he leaned in and flicked Rufus’ earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

“Stupid moogle,” Rufus growled at the game. Then, “Reno, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing,” Reno muttered, sucking gently at the skin right beneath Rufus’ ear. “Try feeding him a kupo nut when he rubs his tummy.”

Rufus pushed a complicated combination of buttons and made a pleased sound. Another peal of celebratory music came from the game’s tiny speakers.

Taking that as encouragement, Reno shifted onto his knees, carefully pulling Rufus’ chair out from under the desk and ducking underneath one of Rufus’ outstretched arms. He slipped free a few of the buttons on Rufus’ shirt and stroked along the warm, soft material of his undershirt. Applying pressure to Rufus’ chest, he encouraged him to lean back in the chair and then slid his hands down to grab Rufus by the belt loops, tugging his hips forward. Rufus raised his elbows off of the desk, bringing the game in closer to his face.

“Aww, wait no…dammit!” Rufus stomped his feet in frustration. Reno took advantage of the movement, urging him to spread his legs.

“Fed the little bastard too much, yo?” he asked, running his hands up and down Rufus’ thighs. “He won’t fly if he’s too full, you know.” Rufus grunted at him again and spread his legs a bit wider as Reno pulled his shirttails free from his pants. Reno grinned against his flat belly. He ran the heel of his hand along the hardening ridge in Rufus’ trousers. When he looked up to gauge Rufus’ reaction, he found the game was blocking his view of Rufus’ face. He dipped his tongue into the indentation of Rufus’ navel. Rufus drew in a gratifying breath and sucked in his stomach.

“Rrrr.” Reno heard Rufus make a flurry of button presses. A gloomy series of notes drifted down from the game. Reno smirked to himself and popped the button on Rufus’ pants, sliding the zipper down with a fast, efficient movement. Rufus was straining against the silky material of his under shorts. A small wet spot was already forming, making the fabric cling. Reno let his mouth hover teasingly close.

“Go, go…move!” Rufus continued his button mashing. His hips made tiny jerking movements.

Reno pulled away long enough to free Rufus from his shorts without getting whacked in the eye. He gave him a few practiced pulls, firm and brisk, before leaning forward and taking him smoothly into his mouth.

Rufus’ game chirped. “Ah, ah…go you bastard, go!” Reno tried to remember if the Gold Saucer version of Mog House ever made that sound. He bobbed up and down on Rufus’ cock, kneading his balls with one hand, the other playing across Rufus’ chest, plucking at his nipples.

“Nnng…no, come on!” Rufus pushed his hips forward, his ass momentarily losing contact with the chair. Reno anticipated the feeling of a harsh hand tangling in the base of his ponytail, pulling him forward, but Rufus kept his grip on the game. The game made a distinct squeaking noise that Reno recognized.

Reno raised his head and licked his lips. “Mmm, Rufus, that’s the signal.” He ran his thumb in quick little circles over the head of Rufus’ cock. “Don’t feed him any more,” he said before moving back in and taking him all the way down his throat.

He heard Rufus’ fingers move over the keys. Reno backed off and then took him all the way down again, swallowing.

“Oh, oh, oh yeah, that’s right! Yes!”

Rufus bucked deeper down his throat. The triumphant chords of victory music strained the game system’s little speakers as his cock pulsed. Reno kept moving, sucking greedily until Rufus dropped his hands, the game still loosely held between them.

Reno finally pulled away, wiping at his bottom lip with his fingers. Rufus looked down at him, a particularly self-satisfied expression on his face.

“Gimme that,” Reno said, snatching the game away from Rufus’ relaxed hands. “Think you could talk me through how to work the controls on this thing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and popping up to his feet. Before Rufus had a chance to respond, he quickly unfastened his pants and shimmied them down his legs. Taking the game in both his hands, he very deliberately leaned over Rufus’ desk, resting his elbows on it so that the game was directly in front of him. He spread his legs, displaying his ass perfectly. “Well, Rufus?” He looked over his shoulder. “Wanna play again?”