Power Play

Tseng was a man who lived by his gut. During his years as a Turk, his gut instincts had been developed and honed down to a fine art. They were never wrong. They had gotten him out of trouble more times than he could count, and when they couldn’t, they had given him the edge to minimise the damage that was imminent. So when Reno had sauntered into his office with his trademark smirk and said that Rufus wanted to see him his hackles were raised. It was in the nearly imperceptible gleam in Reno’s eye that said the redhead knew something he didn’t. Reno had given nothing away, he was better trained than that, Tseng had overseen most of Reno’s training himself given that he had dragged Reno in off the streets and basically bypassed the normal recruitment route to take him on. Reno had been his responsibility. And since the redhead was doing his job superbly he would not give him the satisfaction of staring at him a fraction too long and letting his subordinate know that he knew he was in trouble. There was no one better than Tseng at hiding himself away.

So he had calmly risen to his feet and walked out of the door, giving away nothing, making Reno wonder how he did it. As he walked Tseng was the picture of serene calm, though in his mind he was rapidly working on what was happening with his keen analytical mind. There was only one thing he could possibly be in hot water over, and that was the situation with Valentine, and its illicit twist. Somehow Rufus had found out. Apparently being very careful was not careful enough. He was logically thinking about what Rufus would think and therefore do and working out the best attitude to have to this, and of course he would have to adapt to the situation as it developed. But all this musing aside he had reached Rufus’ office and the dread encounter was about to occur. He took a deeper breath, the difference from normal imperceptible to the secretaries and administration staff behind him, and it was all he could allow to steel himself for the inevitable.

Tseng walked coolly and calmly into Rufus office, the blond not bothering to look up already knowing who it was. Even if he had looked into Tseng’s dark and serious eyes he would have seen no sign of disquiet, or the rapidly churning thoughts in Tseng’s mind as he analysed the situation. Not looking up Rufus addressed him.

“You have a secret Tseng.”

“I am but human sir, we all have secrets.”

Rufus looked up at him at the parry, blue eyes hard as steel.

“You don’t have secrets from me,” he growled.

Inwardly Tseng was judging the way this was going.

“Apparently not sir, or I would not be standing here.”

Rufus continued to stare at him, then after a moment smirked. For some reason Tseng always managed to amuse him with his attitude.

“Well then, I guess you had best take a look at these and tell me what you think.”

As Rufus pushed the closed manilla folder towards him, Tseng dutifully took the two steps needed to close the gap to the desk. Outwardly he was a picture of calm as he picked up and opened the folder. While he was tempted to raise an eyebrow at the contents and fought it down, he was also fighting down a much worse urge to ask if he could keep the pictures despite the slightly shaky camera work. Seeing the pictures of him and Valentine together sent an electric thrill down his spine, remembering just how good their couplings were. He looked up from the pictures to meet Rufus’ gaze.

“Reno’s work,” he said calmly, as if he had been asked to assess his subordinate’s work in the field. “Though his excitement shows, not that him being a voyeur is at all surprising. I doubt there is little he wouldn’t do.”

Rufus chuckled darkly. He wondered just what it would take to phase Tseng, never once had he seen him lose his cool. He was seen to always be calm, in control, a little robot like by his colleagues. The pictures proved he could be a man of passion too, though his choice of partner was surprising.

“Tseng, we have known each other a long time. I would never accuse you if unprofessionalism, but with the evidence quite so apparent before me I am beginning to wonder. Especially as I assigned the Valentine case specifically to you.”

Tseng could not fault his argument here, he really couldn’t.

“While I am not one to deny my Turks relationships, I do draw the line at those that can affect their work, you know this.”

“Yes sir, by the way, maintenance should have your office soundproofed over the weekend.”

Rufus only just caught himself in time. The smart come back had been delivered so smoothly that he had nearly flinched. Well he had hardly been careful with the Reno situation now had he? Tseng had smoothly fought right back, as he could easily argue that him regularly fucking Reno could be detrimental to his work. Smart Tseng, very smart. Rufus sat back pondering things.

“I assume sir, that you will assign someone else to approach Valentine from now on.”

Tseng stated it as a fact, not a question, and Rufus was very tempted to state that if Valentine was going to bed whoever he sent to deal with him then there was little point in changing the assignment, he certainly didn’t feel like sharing Reno.

“Actually no,” he said flatly. “I gave this assignment to you and I expect you to see it through. I find myself with little grounds for complaint when I did state that this was a ‘by any means necessary’ situation. Though I think you would find it hard to prove that this is necessary Tseng.”

Tseng smiled inwardly, his outward expression never changing.

“It’s time for you to be candid Tseng, none of the reports, put all that aside, what do you think, can you recruit him?”

The Turk thought about it for a moment.

“I think it will be possible, with the right offer.”

Rufus nodded, pleased by the response. Tseng was a realist, he wouldn’t say it if he didn’t believe it to be true, and his beliefs were backed by logic.

“Tell it to me straight, what is he thinking, and what is it going to take?”

“I think he’s truly thinking about it, and is tempted.”

After their last liaison Vincent had brushed him off on the subject of becoming a Turk, but it had not been the hard rejection he’d had formerly. It was clear that Vincent was enjoying what they were doing, the excitement of it, and he was pretty certain he was right in his summation that he had been more himself in a way when he had a purpose, the hunt for Sephiroth, rescuing him and Elena. Vincent missed it, he was sure of this. He hated his wandering existence, lost without purpose in life.

“But he refuses to be controlled by the corporation that killed him. I can’t say I blame him.”

Rufus snorted softly but conceded the point.

“I think that you will have to let him pick and choose his assignments, give him a lot of free rein, he will not be just at your beck and call. But give him that freedom, and I think you will be giving him what he wants. Though I think you will have to give up every piece of information we hold on him, every copy.”

He stated the last because even when the originals had been part of the offer to Valentine in the first place, he knew Rufus had a copy anyway.

“Are you suggesting I let him basically be a loose cannon, with no way of pulling him back?” Rufus questioned, seriously unhappy with the thought.

“No, if Valentine agrees to come back he will remain loyal, he doesn’t know how to be anything else. He has no agenda of his own anymore. You won’t need to control him, he controls himself well enough in any case.”

Rufus nodded, soothed by that. As much as he wanted to add Valentine’s strength and power to his own, he did not want to do so if it posed too high a risk, he would cut his losses should that become the case. But back to the matter in hand.

“And as to this… thing you and he have going on. Should I turn a blind eye?”

He asked the question mainly because Tseng was well aware of the situation between him and Reno. While he trusted his head Turk to be discreet, it did give Tseng power over him as he could go to the press or any such similar route to make his, and therefore the reputation of the rebuilding company, standing in the public eye more precarious than it was. Though if he did, he was sure that Tseng understood that he would end up dead.

“Not officially. He wouldn’t find it half as fun if we were officially allowed.” Tseng actually allowed himself the slightest smirk as he said it.

Rufus chuckled.

“And the two of you plan to carry this on?”

Tseng saw the hungry glint in his eye, and he was pretty sure his boss actually liked the idea, and made a mental note to make sure his curtains always remained closed, and to do regular sweeps for monitoring devices in his department. With Reno being as good as he was with the technology, he wouldn’t put it past the two of them to spy on them.

“That rather depends on Valentine, it scratches the mutual itch so to speak. Neither of us have made any commitments.”

For anyone else it would seem surreal to have this conversation with their boss, though Tseng did not bat an eyelid. As Rufus had said, he had no secrets from Rufus, that man knew more about his past than anyone did, the only one privy to that information, and that was how it would remain if Tseng had anything to do with it. But Rufus was obviously happy and done with the matter as he was moving on.

“I want you to remain on this Tseng, I will put together a new offer for you to take to him. Though let me make it clear, I do not want to find out that there is anything else you are hiding from me.”

His tone was stern, a clear warning, he had not liked being kept out of the loop. Tseng idly wondered if some of the excitement from their encounters would wane now that Rufus knew, it had been the illicitness of their nature that had sparked this all off in the first place. But he would just have to wait and see wouldn’t he?

“Is that all sir?”

He was not being belligerent, but as things were obviously settled in Rufus’ mind he did have things to be getting on with.

“Things to do?” Rufus asked amused.

“Deciphering Reno’s mission reports is always an entertaining and time consuming task.”

Rufus laughed out loud, he had seen examples of said reports and knew full well what Tseng was talking about. Between the scrawled handwriting, the complete and utter disregard for sentence structure, and the tendency for his reports to be filed with coffee rings and other miscellaneous stains and smudges, sometimes even blood, they could keep Tseng ‘entertained’ for hours. Rufus had laughed himself when he had become sick of the general moaning about Reno’s work and insisted on seeing the offending reports for himself. He had subsequently wondered why no one had throttled Reno for it yet. His personal opinion was that the redhead did it for kicks just to wind everyone up, because he knew all too well that he was too valuable to ShinRa to be seriously pulled up about it, the same with the way he wore his uniform, though that Rufus definitely approved of. Reno would never look right smart, dishevelled he was down right edible.

“Alright. I will get back to you on the next offer to take to Valentine. In the meantime, be discreet, and you can make sure that Reno is too.”

Tseng permitted himself a small smile at the thought. Yes Reno was known for his loud mouth, though he thought the redhead had more sense than to brag about what had happened in that office, and what was likely to happen again. But he knew that he was dismissed so did not hang about. His subordinate however, had been doing precisely that to see if he could get wind of Rufus giving Tseng the third degree. He sighed and smiled ruefully as Tseng returned, cool and unruffled as ever. Just typical. Dark eyes caught his for a moment and Reno found it hard to read them.

“Use a tripod if you can’t hold a camera steady.”

As Tseng walked away with that cool parting shot Reno laughed out loud. Did his boss get off on the idea of being watched? Well he was never likely to know. But Tseng was gone, something Rufus made sure of before standing and opening the door.

“Reno.”

The redhead came easily at the call, walking in that way that reminded him of a prowling tomcat.

“Get the car; we are going for a drive.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Vincent had been rather amused when Rufus had sought him out. He knew what it meant. Rufus was getting desperate, and he had probably worked out about him and Tseng. It meant he wanted to talk to him without Tseng knowing. He wondered if he could pull that last off. Tseng wasn’t the Head of the Department of Administrative Research for nothing. The man was practically a legend in and out of ShinRa for his near omnipotence. So here they were, sat in Tifa’s backroom, none of the rest of Seventh Heaven’s patrons having realised that they were sharing the bar with the head of the new and improved ShinRa Electric Company. Reno had been rather good about getting him in unnoticed. He had also been shooed to the bar so they could talk in complete privacy.

So here they sat, either side of the table, a bottle of Tifa’s best Wutain import liqueur and two glasses on the table between them, Rufus scrutinising him with his bright blue eyes, and he in turn watching him and taking in everything with his unreadable crimson orbs, face half hidden by his cloak and mantle as usual. Rufus was the one who broke the silence between them.

“Let me be frank Vincent. I know about you and Tseng.”

“And that is supposed to bother me somehow?”

Rufus chuckled.

“Not at all. I don’t care much, unless it’s going to interfere with Tseng’s work, or endanger him. I am rather fond of him I have to admit.”

“And has it interfered with his work?” Vincent managed to keep the amusement out of his tone, but only just.

Rufus however did not hide his. “No, well apart from his mission to recruit you of course, though I did state it was any means necessary.”

“He did mention that yes.”

“Has he openly tried to seduce you?” Rufus could not hide his curiosity; it shone too brightly in his eyes.

“I think he offered to ask you to throw him in as part of the deal.”

Rufus laughed.

“And what did you say?”

“It wouldn’t be half as fun if we were allowed to do it.”

“Well officially I cannot approve, especially not if you do decide to work for me. I have this strict no fraternizing rule.”

“Is that why you are fucking Reno?”

He had to hand it to Rufus, he looked as cool and unruffled as ever, he didn’t even flinch. The only thing that gave him away was the slight flash of anger in his eyes that was there for the merest moment before he schooled it away. His guess was that he suspected Tseng had talked, then realised he would never do such a thing. Tseng was completely loyal to Rufus and he knew it.

“Unofficially I couldn’t care less, as I said before, as long as it does not endanger him or impede him in his duties I will look away. Though if I catch you at anything on ShinRa property I will have to come down hard on you.”

“You talk as if I have already agreed to work with you.” Though that last sentence actually was quite tempting since Rufus was laying down the law here.

Rufus was amused by Vincent’s choice of words. Work with as opposed to work for. Even now he was clearly stating his boundaries.

“I think we both know you want to, though it has to be on terms you will accept of course.”

“Alright, you might as well get this out of your system.”

Rufus chuckled and reached for the briefcase he had brought with him. He placed it on the table, turning it sideways so Vincent could clearly see what he was doing, opened it, reached inside and took out the stack of files and data discs inside before putting the briefcase away. He put the stack in the middle of the table next to the bottle of liqueur.

“And this is?”

Vincent was pretty sure he knew the answer anyway.

“Hojo’s research notes on you.”

“All of them?”

“Every last copy.”

Vincent scrutinised those blue eyes, looking for any hint of a lie. There was none. He was willing to give it all up for him to work for him. He didn’t touch them, knowing that taking them would be a sign of his acceptance to his deal.

“I will admit I would prefer knowing how to subdue a livewire like yourself, but Tseng assures me we would not need to. I trust him enough to accept his opinion that you would never turn on me.”

“Unless you did something damned foolish like trying to raise Sephiroth, or destroy the planet I have no interest in killing you,” Vincent said frankly.

“Glad to hear it,” Rufus smiled.

“And the rest?”

Rufus nodded pleased, this was going well.

“You can name your price, as long as you are not going to be ridiculous about it. What you would spend it on I have no idea, maybe more of your remarkable shoes, though I suspect you will actually invest in firearms. Complete autonomy from the Turks, you can pick and choose your assignments, and veto any you do not wish to take on. You answer only to me and I expect reports on any assignment you take to be filed through Tseng in the normal manner though he is not your superior. No medicals and no medical file held upon you, though of course should you get injured you would be treated the same as any other Turk. You keep your own hours; you only wear the suit if you choose to. I appreciate you probably do not want to be seen as a ShinRa puppet Vincent. Once was enough.”

Vincent considered it carefully. Rufus really wanted him on the payroll from this laundry list of an offer. It was an acceptable one. He had been tempted from early on in negotiations when Tseng had begun to come to him with Rufus’ offers, but needed the security of being able to walk away if he chose. He only intended to die for the company once.

“I have one condition.”

“Name it.”

“I tell Tseng.”

Rufus grinned.

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you Vincent. I shall wait for you to inform him before I contact you with your first assignment.”

He got up from his chair, turning towards the door, pausing thoughtfully, curiosity pulling at him.

“How did you know?”

“It’s the way Reno looks at you.”

Rufus chuckled.

“We are going to have to work on that.”

Rufus left, Reno escorting him to that gleaming car, driving away his now rather pleased boss. He looked at the research notes in front of him in distaste. He had the greatest urge to simply destroy them, but he knew that there may come a time when he may want or need to know what was contained within. Reluctantly he gathered them up, musing on a place he could keep them safe, very safe. Though there were more pleasing matters to muse on. Like just how he was going to break the news to Tseng. He smiled to himself. He would think of something.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tseng returned to his apartment at the end of the day with the whole Vincent situation on his mind, as yet unaware of the meeting between his occasional lover and his boss. Though as soon as the door closed behind him, the lights not yet on he knew he was not alone. He tensed, reaching for his gun but it was already too late. A hand with an insanely strong grip grabbed his wrist and although he was moving immediately, striking out at his assailant, he was already at a disadvantage. His assailant had no problem seeing in the dark and was naturally faster, stronger and far more dangerous than Tseng. He fought his attacked one handed, the grip on his wrist never letting up and was inescapable. It was a short scuffle, and Tseng noted that bizarrely not once did his attacker actually try to hurt him. That was very odd, but as he hit the carpet face first, pinned with his hands behind his back, that detail was rather insignificant, what was more important was trying to work out if he was about to die.

“I’m impressed.” A familiar voice purred beside his ear. “I thought you would be easier to subdue.”

“Vincent?”

The raspy chuckled confirmed it was indeed Vincent. Well that explained why he was uninjured, if pinned face down on his own hallway floor.

“What’s your game Valentine?” He growled.

“Oh its Valentine now. And I thought you would be glad to see me.”

He grasped Tseng’s wrists with his gauntleted hand, and despite Tseng’s squirming, he could not free himself from the tight grip. It allowed him to drag him up to his feet, his other hand grabbing him by the hair, and shove him forward to the bedroom. As soon as Tseng realised their destination the tension eased in him, but it didn’t stop him struggling against Vincent the whole way. This amused the elder man, but he expected no less from Tseng, truth be told. Once there he yanked him back against his chest, gloved hand reaching round Tseng to pull his tie free, unbutton his jacket and his shirt.

“Valentine you bastard, do you actually intend to rape me?”

Vincent chuckled darkly in his ear.

“I was under the impression that you couldn’t rape the willing.”

Tseng shivered as a leather clad hand skimmed down his chest, moving to cup the bulge in his trousers. He groaned as Vincent palmed his almost fully erect cock.

“You knew what I was up to as soon as I headed this way, and not once have I heard you say no, and while I have not specifically asked if you want to have sex with me, you haven’t actually objected to the idea. Probably because as I expected, you get off on having control taken from you like this, which is exactly why I am doing it.”

Tseng was finding it hard to object as Vincent rubbed at his clothed cock expertly.

“Bastard!”

“Still not a no Tseng.”

He shoved him harshly forward and forced him to his knees before the bed, shoving him against the mattress so he was bent over, face pushed into the mattress. He suddenly realised that Vincent was going to relinquish his grip as a hand grabbed both his jacket and his shirt collars at once, and tugged them down his arms. As Vincent let him go he tried to turn to fight back against Vincent. The ex-Turk might have a point on him getting off on having control taken from him, but it was no fun if he didn’t put up a fight, and Tseng was not the kind of man to only put up token resistance. Though of course Vincent was ready for this, was determined to have his way tonight, and most importantly, was stronger and faster than Tseng. That was how Tseng ended up with his face in the mattress, his hands once again pinned, his belt removed and used to restrain his arms behind his back.

As Vincent pulled the belt tight he heard the leather creak and hissed as it dug into him. Vincent did not intend for him to get free accidentally it seemed. He tensed as Vincent moulded himself to him from behind, his breath tickling his neck.

“Do you trust me?” He breathed at Tseng.

That was an odd question given the situation. The man asking it had basically battled him into submission, had half undressed him and had now restrained him in a manner which he was not going to get free from without so much as a by-your-leave. If he wasn’t hard as a rock he would be telling him to go to hell, and he was only hard because it was Vincent.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Do you trust me enough to give me control, complete control over you? I won’t be gentle if you agree,” he warned him.

But they both knew that was the point. He suspected that Tseng secretly wanted it, to have control utterly ripped from him, for someone to force him to submit in a way that he could accept. He had suspected it from the very first time they had met up to fuck, and was putting his suspicions to the test. He knew how hard Tseng was by now, and to tell the truth so was he. He could have reached round to stimulate him to tempt him further but he didn’t. He wanted an honest answer from Tseng right now, to know what he really wanted. If Tseng asked to be released right now, he would free him and let Tseng take control back. And Tseng knew what he was asking.

Would he let go? Would he let Vincent do anything? Hurt him a little even? He knew that pain with pleasure excited him, and the thought made the discomfort in his underwear only get worse. Even if he agreed he was not going to just be compliant, but he knew that Vincent would know that. That wasn’t what he meant by giving up control. Vincent was asking his permission to treat him as he thought he wanted to be but didn’t like to admit to, and this may be the only chance the other man put the offer on the table if he said no. The spontaneous nature of his ‘assault’ was a big part of its’ appeal. He knew that if he agreed, what followed he might love or hate, but trusted Vincent to stop if he really asked him to.

“I trust you.”

That was all Vincent needed, suddenly and roughly hauling Tseng to his feet, his grip bruising on the Turk as he roughly stripped him of his remaining clothes, a strangled moan leaving his throat as his cock was roughly freed. He hissed at the force he was shoved back to his knees with, pain flashing in the joints momentarily as this time he had his back to the bed. He looked up at Vincent with a snarl finding that the other man had started this stripped to the waist, though had chosen to wear his gauntlet. He supposed it had been useful for subduing him, though he wasn’t sure about why he chose to wear it in this scenario. In any case, Vincent was peeling himself out of his remaining clothes, the glove he was wearing, though he chose to keep the gauntlet on.

He was hardly surprised that Vincent was just as hard as he was. Why wouldn’t he be? He had just managed to best him, and he knew from previous experience he liked that. He idly wondered if the thought of pinning Rufus down and fucking him over his own desk would also do it for Vincent. The chance to fuck over a Shinra would probably have him coming hard and fast. Though right now Vincent was approaching him, grabbing a fist full of hair roughly with his bare hand, tugging him forward. Tseng fought this treatment, until the razor sharp brass claws began to play idly round his throat making him still. One wrong struggle and he could slice his own throat open. Vincent was smirking. Damn him!

With a rough pull Tseng was presented with Vincent’s cock.

“Get to it,” he demanded.

Tseng considered refusing, but that was pointless. He wanted this, he couldn’t deny it. Though it didn’t stop him glaring at Vincent as he leaned forward to take his cock in his mouth. Vincent shivered with pleasure, Tseng was not holding back. He let Tseng have control at first, loving watching him on his knees before him, lips stretched round his cock, the wet heat of his mouth incredible. But he had warned Tseng, and was about to get rough. Without warning he thrust his hips forward, forcing himself straight to the back of the Turk’s mouth and beyond. Tseng gagged and half choked in protest. As Vincent pulled back he felt relief, but the bastard only thrust back in. Again he gagged, reflexively panicking a little as he couldn’t breathe. After a few thrusts like this, Vincent pulled back enough to let him breathe freely, the sudden ability a rush.

He became aware of saliva running down his chin as he panted for breath, but not only that, the searing need in his groin, impossibly hard. Why the hell...? As he looked up at Vincent he realised it. It was the danger of it, the very real possibility that Vincent could choke him this way, it was having all control over even breathing taken away from him. It was frightening and exhilarating, and he’d never been hornier in his life. Vincent was smirking down at him.

“Trust me?” He asked, still willing to ease off if it was too much for Tseng.

In response the Turk opened his mouth and sucked in his cock. With a grin Vincent tightened his grip on Tseng’s hair and thrust himself deep into his throat. Tseng let go, his only action to try and suck when he could, otherwise let his throat get fucked, Vincent thrusting his full length into his mouth mercilessly. Whenever he was allowed to breath he found himself moaning like a whore, getting intoxicated by being dominated so utterly, his cock agreeing, he could feel the trail of precome that had oozed down his length.

Vincent wasn’t much better. The pleasure he found in that hot, wet mouth, the tightness of his throat spasms as he gagged around him. And of course there was having power over Tseng, that increasing his pleasure as the man on his knees before him was reduced to a wanton mess, moaning in desire, eyes glazed in lust and euphoria, saliva coating his face from the throat fucking. If Tseng could see himself right now he would probably be horrified. As it was he was so lost to this now he could probably do anything to him. Which was very tempting, and he was very close to release after fucking his throat. But not yet, he wanted to be inside him when that happened. Tseng probably wasn’t in much better state looking between his legs.

He dragged Tseng up by the hair and forced him onto the bed, face down.

“Get on your knees, spread your legs.” He demanded urgently, right hand on the back of his neck, pinning his head down against the mattress.

Tseng struggled to do so, only because he knew he was about to get fucked, and he wanted to get fucked so badly. It took him a few moments, needy erection hanging heavily between his spread legs, looking almost painful in how aroused it was. Good, it wouldn’t take much for him to come then, which considering the state he was in, not far off either, was definitely a good thing as his plan wasn’t to leave Tseng without having got off.

Though he took a long moment to drink in this image of the Turk, head pinned to the bed, arms strapped behind his back, ass in the air and legs spread wantonly. Oh yeah, that wasn’t something you were going to see every day. His own cock was still sopping wet with Tseng’s saliva, though rapidly drying so he better get to this quickly. As his free hand still wore the gauntlet he forewent preparing his lover, instead lining himself up and shoving in all at once with a brutal thrust. Tseng screamed, there was no other word for that sound, but it was only half in pain, and even as it tailed off it diminished into a whorish moan.

Fuck Vincent, that fucking hurt, but god it felt so good to be filled in such a way. Suddenly so full, the pain mixed with the pleasure as a large cock rested insistently against his prostate as Vincent now remained still to give him a moment. And to be honest, that flash of pain which meant he was probably going to be sitting gingerly tomorrow and would be bleeding to boot, had made his cock twitch and ooze even more. He shivered as razor sharp claws settled themselves at his hip, pressing dangerously against the flesh there. But Vincent evidently believed he’d had enough time to adjust because he moved. It was sore and raw and spine tingling in how good it was as that cock rubbed over his sensitive gland making him cry out as Vincent began to fuck him hard.

Vincent was calculated, angling his hips to make sure Tseng’s prostate took plenty of abuse, claws digging into his hip. But Tseng wasn’t sure what the hell Vincent was up to as the hand shifted from the back of his neck to curl round his throat. Long slender fingers pressed against his windpipe, and he tried to struggle as they began to tighten, cutting down his air supply. But just as when Vincent had been in control of his breathing earlier, the slight panic and danger brought with it a unique thrill. Vincent could get this wrong, utterly crush his throat if he lost control when he came. He was helpless to resist, being fucked mercilessly and he loved it.

He let go, he had to, had no other choice, the strength of his building orgasm promising to blow his mind. It was an insane feeling as his release got closer, and closer, and closer, starting to feel dizzy, light headed from having his air flow restricted. He was vaguely aware of Vincent upping the pace, his release rising faster with it. Other things started to fall away, sound starting to slip from his grasp, become muffled, the edge of his vision greying out. A sudden flash of pain as those claws dug into his hip threw him over the edge. He would have been screaming had he had the freedom to breathe enough to, his cry stilted, distorted as he came harder than he had ever done in his life.

The insane strength of Tseng’s orgasm was enough to wrench Vincent’s release from him, the man he was fucking becoming impossibly tight, almost painfully so, both coming as one, united in this utterly carnal act. But Vincent remembered to let go of Tseng’s throat, propping himself up on the bed by that arm, letting Tseng go, still joined for the moment as he panted for breath. Tseng sucked down air greedily as soon as his throat was released, the sudden rush of oxygen to his brain dizzying and euphoric, drawing out the high from his climax. Though Vincent was moving out of him, making him moan, his abused body sore and oversensitive. He lay there just as he’d been fucked, eyes closed, too bone tired to do anything but stay there all wanton and used. He heard the metallic sound of Vincent’s gauntlet being taken off and put on the bedside unit, quick hands releasing him from the leather restraining his arms.

He groaned as blood rushed back into his hands, pins and needles assaulting him and he finally collapsed sideways in a curled up position on his bed.

“Was I too much?”

Tseng smiles wryly, amused that Vincent would be concerned.

“Yes and no. You breached what I thought were boundaries too far, but it turns out they weren’t. I am sore to fuck but it was worth it.”

“Good.”

Tiredly Tseng forced his eyes to open, finding that Vincent had laid down next to him and was watching him.

“So why all of this?”

“To celebrate.”

Now that was an answer he wasn’t expecting.

“To celebrate what exactly?”

“My return to work.” He smirked at Tseng’s look. “Rufus and I had a very interesting talk.”

“The bastard.” Tseng muttered.

“Now that’s no way to be talking about our employer.”

“Why not, I know you agree with me.”

Vincent chuckled. That he did.

“Though I told you so. Once a Turk...”

“Always a Turk, I know Tseng. Still I get the last laugh.”

“How?” Tseng asked, worried about what Vincent meant.

“I get to see Rufus’ face when you can’t sit still tomorrow.”

Tseng glared at him, knowing that it was true, his ass was going to hurt to hell and Rufus would notice. Though one thing was for sure. Work was going to be very interesting from now on.