50kinks - fic

[okami_hu]

Title: Private meeting
Authors: kira_k & okami_hu
Theme: #41 - Locked up
Rating: NC-17
Warning: slight cussing, smut.
Couple/Characters: Tseng/Reno
Word count: 2838
Summary: When you managed to anger your boss, try to placate him...

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Reno twirled the graphite pencil around then made a stick-figure. It had long, dark hair, a point at its forehead and its ears resembled to a dog's. The thick tail and the collar came next, then another stick-figure holding the chain.

Tseng looked at the paper above Reno's shoulder and felt his cheeks to color. Reno, looking up, caught the expression and smirked. "It's the truth," he said. "Should I add a few scarlet lines to your face to capture your present expression?"

Tseng didn't answer immediately. His face was blank as he shook his head. "... Reno, you're pushing it."

"Sorry, Tseng," Reno said without sounding bit sorry the tiniest. He picked up a scarlet pencil and drew a few lines, obscuring the view from Tseng with his other hand. Really, it was so much fun pushing his boss.

However, said boss decided to not take the teasing and left for some coffee before he broke the redhead's nose.

Reno finished his own portrait in red then added a stick-figure Rude to the paper. Standing up, he followed his boss to the coffee machine and carefully leant against his shoulder. "Don't be this grim, Tseng."

"I'm not grim, Reno," Tseng corrected. "I'm annoyed. There's a difference."

"Then shout at me and be done with it," Reno said. He brushed his hand against Tseng's as he reached for a cup of coffee for himself. "Or burn that damn paper if that is what you want."

"Shouting is not my style." The older Turk sat down elegantly on the nearby bench and closed his eyes to analyze the steaming coffee's flavor. It was terrible. "And taking away a stick drawing and destroying it, that would be really childish. After all, it can't hurt me."

"Then tell me why are you annoyed?" Reno emptied his mug without tasting it. He stepped before Tseng and slowly sank to his knees, looking up eagerly. "Please, Tseng. It wasn't my intention to... It was supposed to be a joke."

"Sure it was just a joke." The Wutan nodded with a slight smile and ruffled Reno's hair. "But it's a little annoying to see that my subordinates think of me as the lapdog of the vice president, regardless of what the truth may be. It scars my dignity, to be so openly called a whore."

"As long as it pays the bills who cares? I doubt that our social status is better than of a whore's." Reno grinned at his boss. "And it's not as if we're in a better position than you, Tseng. The Vice-President likes you and that should count for something."

"You're not getting it, I'm afraid," Tseng's hand cupped Reno's face and his thumb caressed the red mark under the mako-bright blue eyes. "We're whores. But I'm not happy when I'm reminded to that. Rufus is a good boss, he's a nice lover and I don't mind to please him in the bed. However..." he paused and sighed. "It's a difficult feeling, I can't really explain. Perhaps, what we do... Yes, what we do is a secret everybody knows but it's still a secret and we shouldn't talk about it."

"You're too serious," Reno pressed his cheek into Tseng's palm. "You shouldn't feel shame because you're a Turk. And not a whore, Tseng. A whore doesn't kill, can't say no, just opens his or her legs." His hands sneaked up on Tseng's legs and rested on the thighs. "But if you wish I won't mention this again."

"Preferably not," the Wutan said softly. "At least not when I can see you. Next time you draw a collar on me, I'll strangle you with your own ponytail."

"Kinky," Reno grinned from ear to ear. "Alright, boss. Anything else I'd know to not mention 'round you?"

Tseng's eyebrow twitched. "Nothing."

The redhead nodded and pushed his palms forward, resting them on the hips of his boss. "Anything you'd want me to do or not do right now?" he asked, his eyes bright. Reno loved to live, he respected and loved Tseng, and would have done almost anything for him.

"I'd prefer to receive the blowjob you intend to give me at a more private place," the Wutan smiled. "It's a wee bit too risky for my taste that you're in a rather compromising position at the moment and in the middle of the corridor."

"Killjoy," snorted Reno but pulled back, sitting down on his heels. "But as you wish, boss." He stood up with a fluent and graceful move then stretched, letting his unbuttoned jacket and untucked shirt to fall away; leaving his chest almost bared for anyone to see.

The Wutan stood as well, depositing the empty plastic cup into the waste basket. "Let me see if I can find a perfect place for our little... private meeting." He looked around, keen tiger-eye gaze sparkling almost mischievously. "Ah, I think this will do." He grabbed Reno's shirt and pulled the redhead with, to the janitor's closet. Those were usually locked but Tseng had acquired a key to this one in case an accident happened in the office.

Reno forgot to breathe in his surprise. "What...?" he asked as he was shoved against a wall not too gently. He thought the Turk boss declined his offer for good but he wasn't about to complain about the change of location if he was able to show his devotion and ease the Wutan's mind a bit. "Are you serious, Tseng?" He licked his lips and brushed his hands against the other man's chest.

With a genuine smile - although the effect was lost in the darkness-, the older Turk leaned to Reno's ear. "Why wouldn't I be? I admit this isn't the most luxurious apartment but it's quite homely, in its own way." The leather-clad hands caressed the redhead's chest, the bare fingertips rolling his nipples. "Or did you change your mind?"

Reno gasped then shook his head. "No, I didn't," he breathed then stepped closer until there wasn't any space between their bodies. "So a blowjob, or do you want something else?" he asked and cupped Tseng's buttocks with his hands, pulling him a bit closer. "I'm willing for whatever you want."

Strong arms crept around Reno's shoulders and a warm, wet mouth started to map his neck and collarbone. "A blowjob will do," Tseng whispered, "and don't make too much noise." They turned that now Tseng was leaning on the wall and Reno felt the hands on his shoulders pushing him downwards. "On your knees. And I hope you can find everything despite the darkness."

"As do I," Reno chuckled as he sank down. His fingers searched for the belt and opened the trousers without any problems. He nuzzled the front of the briefs, licking through the fabric. His palms rested on the thighs, gently massaging the muscles.

Strong fingers sank into his wild mane as an answer, the flesh beneath the soft fabric twitched expectantly and a sigh drifted out into the air. "Yes. More."

Reno wanted to talk, to ask questions but he thought better of it. His mouth was needed for other things and sometimes silence was better as he came to learn. Taking the fabric between his teeth he tugged it down, letting the hardened member brush against his face. "You smell good," he said, taking a deep breath then licked his way up from the root to the head.

Tseng chuckled lightly and caressed his subordinate's head. "Thank you." It always felt nice to be complimented and the Wutan was a bit touched as well. "Mm, your tongue is like velvet, Reno."

Reno grinned then took the upper half of the member into his mouth and gently sucked it. His right cupped the balls, pushing them together gently and brushing his thumb against the skin. He didn't want to rush it but they shouldn't have been there.

Tseng gasped and his breathing became deeper. His hold on Reno's hair tightened a little as well. "Kiss them, Reno. Lick around like a lewd stray cat. You are that, aren't you?"

Reno moaned around Tseng's member in appreciation of the words then pulled his head back to obey. Taking the sack into his mouth he rolled the balls gently, letting his tongue smooth against it.

The soft gasps and breathless moans deepened and Tseng removed his hands from the red mane fearing he'll sooner or later hurt Reno. "Ahh, yes... You're good, so good. Give me more. Make me come, Reno."

Reno licked the balls one more time then let them out of his mouth. "Don't hold back, Tseng, I can take it," he said. He kissed the inner thighs then took the Wutan's length back between his lips. He curled his tongue around it and hummed, his hands resting on Tseng's hips.

"W-won't, don't worry," Tseng gasped. His nails scratched the wall and he couldn't help the few tiny, needy sounds escaping him. He squeezed his eyes shut and listened to his body to hum with pleasure, his rapidly beating heart, the blood rushing in his veins with top speed and the exquisite, faint ache gathering in his groins.

Reno sucked harder, bobbing his head a bit for added effect. He didn't want to take Tseng's entire length inside but he tried to suck as much as he could. His right moved around again and palmed the slightly wet balls, massaging them.

It felt good, wonderful, heavenly and it became too much soon. Tseng gritted his teeth and his head knocked lightly against the wall as his body tensed up. Beneath his eyelids, a supernova exploded and the breathtaking feeling of reaching the peak filled him up with pulsing, soft golden energy warming up his body and soul as well.

Reno pulled his head back a bit as soon as he could taste the first bitter drops but he swallowed as much as he could. He rolled the sack around until it emptied then licked his lips and caressed the long thighs. He didn't yet tuck Tseng back, just looked up with bright eyes which adjusted to the dark in the last minutes. "You're really quiet. Are you alright?"

"Yes," the breathless whisper came, "oh, by the Ancients, yes, never been better. Thank you, Reno, this felt... exceptionally wonderful."

Reno grinned from ear to ear. "Glad to hear it," he said and nuzzled Tseng's thighs, gently biting into the sensitive skin. He knew he was pushing against the limits again but it didn't matter to him at the moment. "Once I was told when the pleasure seems too much the only thing you shouldn't do is to stop," he murmured and placed a few kisses on Tseng's hips.

"Reno," the soft warning came, "I'm too old for another go."

"Consult with Reeve then," Reno snickered but pulled his head back. He rearranged Tseng's clothes then stood up a bit gingerly. He had been crouching for a bit too long and his body protested. He ignored the small cracks and pushed his hands into his pockets.

"With Reeve?" the Wutan echoed and reached out to pull the redhead closer. "I don't think he has this kind of problem as the poor man doesn't seem to have any company. Do you know something I don't?"

"Nothin'?" Reno blinked innocently. "I just thought he's a bit older than you, Tseng, really."

"Alright... I'll believe you." Tseng smoothed a palm against Reno's chest and began to slide it downward. "Say, aren't you a little too worked up to leave just yet?"

Reno bit back a groan and dropped his head onto Tseng's shoulder. "Are you sure you're too old to fuck me against the wall?" he asked and shivered as the wandering fingers brushed against the font of his trousers. "Nevermind...! I'd be satisfied with anything as long as you don't leave..."

The older Turk placed small kisses on the other's ear and neck while he thought about the options. "Ah, well. I guess, it won't be very fortunate to leave any evidence here, to let your clothes be ruined accidentally, so I guess, I have no choice but to return the exact same favor."

"You're not joking, I hope," Reno said and brushed his hips against Tseng's thighs. "I do love that you've this sense of honor that won't let you leave..." He grinned and kissed Tseng behind his ear.

"I very seldom joke, Reno, you should know that by now," Tseng murmured and gently pushed the redhead against the wall then kneeled down, running his hands along the skinny body. He swiftly opened the trousers then tilted his head to the side and very cautiously took the hard manhood between his teeth.

"Holy fuck, sweet Cetras...!" Reno gasped and his fingers dug into the wall behind him as he tried to hold himself up. "Please, Tseng, fuck, please, more, please!" The words fell from his mouth unchecked and his eyes would have closed in the pleasure were they not glued at the sight before him.

The Wutan laughed soundlessly and after a long, forceful lick against the cloth, he pulled it away. Reno's manhood jumped up eagerly and proudly and Tseng chuckled. "My-my, it's true that cats have a bone in their penises. Just look at yours, how rock-hard it got! Let's see if it still bends." Taking the hot piece of flesh into his gloved hand, Tseng rolled it around carefully.

"Are you plannin' to kill me?" Reno gasped and threw his head back, letting his skull connect with the wall. The sensations rushed through his body, and it took him a few moments to gather his wits, why was Tseng's hand pleasantly rough and cool. "The leather... it's extra-fuck!... Extraord-ah... Nice... Please...!"

"Ooh? Looks like somebody has a little fetish," Tseng cooed sweetly and continued for a few seconds. Then, he opened his mouth and took Reno in but didn't even try to go far. His tongue started to massage the underside, while his hands traveled up and down on the hips, the thighs, sometimes brushing against the base.

Reno moaned then lifted his left hand to his mouth to silence the noises. He tended to be vocal and he didn't want to ruin these perfect minutes by alerting someone to their presence. Whimpering a bit he thrust into Tseng's mouth as his orgasm came nearer and nearer. He hoped the kneeling man would have enough sense to stop his hips before gagging.

However, the worry wasn't necessary. The Wutan was in perfect control of the situation. When he sensed that the redhead was close, he pressed both his hands against the narrow hips and began to suck forcefully, making wet, wanton noises.

Reno bit into his hand hard and arched forward as the pleasure ran through his body like fire. His knees trembled and he was panting hard as he slumped back against the wall, spent.

Tseng sat back on his heels, drawing a tissue from his pocket to discretely spit out the semen. He didn't mind some but the full load wasn't something he intended to swallow. He wiped Reno dry, too, then rearranged the redhead's clothes and stood up. "I think, thus ends our private meeting. However, I have to tell, I enjoyed every minute of it."

Reno nodded blindly. "Yes, but before we go... Can I have a kiss?" he asked and reached out to touch Tseng's shoulder lightly. He wasn't sure if his request was to meet approval or a frown but he was really missing the small intimacy.

The Wutan let out a soft sigh then leaned close and slowly kissed Reno. He let his tongue dance with the redhead's, and his fingers to brush against the pale cheeks.

Reno moaned and tried to melt. Once their lips separated he closed his eyes. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

"Hn." Tseng smiled and tapped at his subordinate's chest, then opened the door.

Reno shook his head a bit and brushed his fingers through his hair a few times then followed Tseng out into the corridor. His face had a bit of color, his eyes were unusually bright, and there were a few teeth marks on his hand but nothing else indicated that he just shared a pair of extremely good blowjobs with his boss. He grinned and pushed his hands into his pockets.

The Wutan glanced at the redhead. "I know you're kind of a kiss-and-tell type, Reno but I'd prefer if this wouldn't go out. Understood?"

"I won't tell, I promise," Reno said but grinned mischievously. "Your reputation is safe although you did nothing that would ruin even a part of it, boss."

Tseng smiled and raked his fingers through his shining raven hair. "That is flattering to hear. However, you should go back to work now. And no doodling."

Reno sighed dramatically and pouted. "Not even for a bit?" he asked but he knew Tseng's tone bore no argument.

A sigh. "As long as I don't see it."

The redhead grinned.


~end~