50kinks - fic
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okami_huTitle: Perfect Gift
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kira_k & okami_hu
Theme: #34 - Cock Rings
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, emo
Couple/Characters: Tseng/Rufus
Word count: 4210
Summary: Rufus decides to give a very special gift to his loyal bodyguard.
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The rain knocked against the windows insistently and Rufus Shinra pulled his suit a bit closer to his body. Winter was near and the weather turned colder each day. The young man was waiting silently, lost in his thoughts about what was he about to do. The concrete idea was a few months old and if Rufus had been the type to doubt himself he would have tried to backpedal now. However, the President's self-confidence didn't know limits, and even if an idea turned out to be a bad one later, he didn't dwell on it for long.
Still, this wasn't about his ruined company or about the slowly recovering Planet but his personal life. Sighing he reached into his pocket, touching the small gift-box. He had thought enough already, now he only needed to finish the plan by giving this to Tseng. His lover, his Turk, his confident. It was important and Rufus prided himself at being able to make good decisions; regardless of his own denied little fears.
There was a knock on the door then the entrance opened up, revealing the tall frame of the Wutan man. His hair was let loose like always, his back was straight and his demeanor calm. However, inside him, there was some undeniable excitement. His birthday was very close now and Rufus never forgot about him. That little gesture was more welcomed than anything else, it showed that the young president cared, and gave Tseng the illusion of love - the love, which he couldn't get from his boss. It was a childish thing, to lust after Rufus since almost a whole decade, dreaming about a confession, still maintaining hope that perhaps one day, he'll accept his bodyguard's feelings and will return them - but Tseng, beneath the cold facade, was a passionate man and the flames of the emotions fueled him, kept him alive even in the coldest, most miserable times.
"Sir?"
Rufus turned from the window and left himself smile. "Tseng," he said and beckoned closer the other man," I'd like to give your gift a bit earlier if you don't mind." Most of the room was dark as the light from outside was blocked by the thick clouds and inside there was lit only a lava-lamp on the bookshelf. Rufus preferred it like this, the semi-darkness covered his nervousness like a trusty, old coat.
"Sir, you shouldn't have to," the Wutan smiled. He stepped closer and bowed his head respectfully, his heart drumming ridiculously fast. He felt like a child, who can't imagine what will he get, it doesn't really matters anyway until it's a gift. The younger man's beauty, his pale face half-covered by soft shadows made the agent want to fall on his knees and worship his young god. After all, only gods could survive the war of Planets, the fall of empires and rise again, in their glory.
"And waste all the effort?" Rufus asked back with a small smirk. Reaching into his pocket he held out the small box to Tseng. "As you don't wear any jewelry I thought this would be more appreciated." The President watched his Turk with sharp eyes, pleased and nervous at the same time. There was no turning back now, although he had been always able to create another way out when the need arose. However, the President didn't want to change the course of events after carefully arranging them.
Something instead jewelry...? Jewelry??
Tseng's tiger-eye gaze widened a little. Why would have the president thought about getting him jewelry? Slapping himself mentally, the Turk leader undid the ribbon on the small box. Of course Rufus didn't think about _that_. What a silly idea.
In a few seconds, the lid of the box came off and Tseng looked into it curiously. What he saw, made his blood course in his veins with a wild frenzy, unable to decide if it should rush into his face or toward his groins.
A neatly forged cock ring glittered in the dim light, beckoning to the agent mischievously, inviting him to play.
"That is... an... ahm, very special gift, sir," Tseng managed to breathe out finally. He liked it, honestly, it showed how much Rufus liked him; after all, one only buys toys to trusted lovers. On the other hand, a thought poked the Wutan's mind discreetly in the background; he never liked to be restrained... The idea that the gift maybe wasn't intended for... "personal use", never really occurred to him.
Rufus allowed himself a smirk as the usually composed Turk couldn't form a whole sentence without pauses. It was amusing and it filled him with the addictive taste of power; as he caused the other's bemusement. And the power made his nervousness disappear, which was an added bonus. "So, do you like it," Rufus asked, standing still, "or I should have gotten the wine which was old as you?"
"Don't tease me," Tseng snapped lightly, then smiled. "I like it. I just hope you're already well enough to be able to... properly appreciate the first occasion when we'll put this little jewelry to use." The promise of a heated night in the president's chambers washed away all his doubts. After all, if Rufus asked him to commit suicide, the Wutan wouldn't have thought about it too much. He was Rufus's in every sense of the word.
"That's what I intended to try out as well," Rufus said. He didn't turn his head or eyes away, he had more pride than that, but he wanted to. "Just be sure you don't fall asleep before you take this off of me."
The comment felt like a bucket of icy water and an inferno combined. No, that wasn't possible, Rufus NEVER gave up the control... he never let himself be restrained in any way! And now, he was practically offering himself up to his Turk's mercy...? Tseng felt a little dizzy. His blood gave up the fight and rushed to the South, starting to make him hard beneath his trousers and long suit. After all those years, the president finally accepted him that way...? It sounded like a confession but Tseng couldn't chase away all his doubts. It's been too damn long.
"Rufus, are you sure?" The tiger-eye gems shone seriously, flames dancing in their depths.
"About what, Tseng?" Rufus arched an eyebrow, brushing off the comment without a second thought. Really, one would think that after all the years Tseng would learn that Rufus rarely if ever changed his mind. On those occasions when he did, there were greater powers at play like the Meteor. Or the Geostigma.
"You've never did anything like this before," Tseng answered. "If you're not hundred percent sure about this, if you have any doubt, you don't have to do this, you know that. Not for me."
"Tseng." Rufus started to get annoyed which was never a good thing. Still, the Turk's concern was touching. "Do you really require a lengthy explanation as for why did you got this gift before you want to use it?"
"No, I don't." Those golden-hued eyes closed. "I just don't want to misinterpret your intentions and cause pain to any of us." A strong hand sneaked around the younger man's waist, pulling him closer. As they bodies touched, Rufus could felt the other's engorged member through the layers of clothes. Tseng's hand rose gracefully and he brushed the ring against his lips. Then, he touched the toy to Rufus's.
Rufus opened his mouth and pushed it against the toy for a brief moment. "You didn't misinterpret anything. However, I'm sure I don't need to tell this," the words were quiet and serious, "if you break my trust there _will_ be pain." Rufus tilted his head with a smile and moved his thigh between Tseng's legs, pushing it against the erection.
"After all these years I spent with serving you, do you think I'm capable of that?" Tseng asked seriously. The need was almost too much, too demanding but the agent held himself back. "When can we retreat for the celebration?"
"Anytime you feel like it," Rufus said. His expression softened and he reached up to caress the Turk's face. "I've no other pressing thing to do. And I don't think you'd ever hurt me but people sometimes go crazy from the power."
"Such wise words," Tseng teased. "Well then... If you're up to it, 'right now' is quite fine with me."
"Good," Rufus nodded. He could feel his heart in his throat, beating too fast and too loudly but the president hoped that Tseng couldn't sense this. "Lead the way, then."
Before he obeyed, the Turk leader leaned closer and sealed the blond youth's mouth with a kiss. He dragged it out long, as long as he was able to with much tongue and teeth. He wanted to make Rufus gasp, as a small thank you. Then, when his lungs were screaming for oxygen, he pulled away with a smile and winked. "Follow me, Rufus." And he headed toward the bedroom. He knew the way well.
Rufus indeed gasped, involuntarily and annoyed at himself. However, the next moment his annoyance melted away at the playful expression of Tseng. This was the reason he gave the gift and why he let himself be led to the bedroom. The door closed behind him silently, and Rufus stopped a few steps before the bed. As he undid the buttons on his jacket, he mused about the shotgun, which's heavy weight was left in the living room, and how he was weaponless but not defenseless without it. However, Rufus sighed inwardly, he needed to let his defenses down if he really intended to give Tseng his gift. "Would you light the bedside lamp? I'd like to see your expression properly," he said. Like this, the Turk would be able to see him as well, which should be enough for now.
The Wutan did as he was told to, gladly. The small lamp cast a slightly yellowish light on both of them, enhancing his own exotic skin tone and lending some to Rufus as well. Placing his gift next to the lamp, he proceeded to loose his clothes as well, putting them on an armchair nearby. When he finished, he turned to the president, to watch him emerging from his garments as well. Tseng had a nice-looking body, kept in a great shape, and like this, naked and aroused, he presented a rather appealing sight.
One by one the white and black layers came off from Rufus and were placed to the nearby chair tidily. The president's body was lean and almost thin, although he had muscles especially in his arms. His skin was pale and marred from the explosions two years ago but the burns and cuts faded into simple white lines. Rufus brushed his blond tresses out from his eyes and glanced playfully at Tseng. "You look excited," he said with a pointed look to the Turk's midsection even though his own member was half-hard as well.
"Why wouldn't I be?" the Wutan mused and drew closer, embracing the young president tightly. "I'll make a night of it, I promise." He dipped his head down to taste Rufus's neck, while his hands started to roam on the paler body, exploring it. He wasn't bothered by the scars, he had a few as well, mostly bullet grazes but one or two knife wounds as well. He thrust his hip forward lazily, rubbing their crotches together.
Rufus bit back a moan as his member met with its pair and embraced his lover's neck, caressing the wide shoulders. "Let's move to the bed," he said, his breathing labored as Tseng's lips teased his sensitive skin.
"Yes," Tseng whispered and pulled Rufus with to finally sit in the middle of the king-sized bed. He reached out for the little accessory and turned it between his fingers. "I better put this on now because later, it'd be useless."
Rufus let out a breath then kissed Tseng, pulling the other man closer by his long hair. He tongue and teeth met the thin lips and the President did everything in his might to wring out a few moans from his lover. He needed this show of control before he let go of it for the night.
The Turk was, however, as merciless as ever. He responded to the kiss, moaning softly and at the same time, he slid the ring up on the younger man's shaft, and tightened it as it was at its proper place. Pulling back from the kiss, he gazed into the bright blue eyes and licked his lips. "You're mine."
Rufus shook his head, denying it without words. He was nobody's even if he liked how the possessive declaration felt and shivered slightly from the look in Tseng's eyes. The gift was cool against his skin but warmed quickly and it was only a minor discomfort, for now.
"Oh yes, you are." Tseng smiled at his lover and gently pushed him back, forcing him to lie down. Lightly running his fingertips over the rosy nipples, the Wutan leaned to the president's groins and began to tease his member with long licks, playing with it, like a cat with its favorite toy. He loved how the fairer man tasted, still so fresh and clear like many years before; when he was nothing more then a spoiled child, learning life the hardest and fastest way possible.
Rufus gasped out at the touches, the pleasure too much to bear it silently. His fingers fisted the sheets under him and he panted loudly. "More," he said, like countless times before when Tseng tried to tease him longer than the president's patience lasted.
Tseng straightened and licked his lips. "Sure. You'll get more, Rufus." He knew how the other loved to hear his name as it rolled off the Wutan's tongue with ease, on velvety tone with just a touch of an accent. The Turk turned to the nightstand and opened its drawer to get the lube - of course he knew where it was. He used to replace it. After another long kiss, Tseng rolled Rufus on his side and began to prepare him, slowly, without a hurry. Showering the pale neck and the side of the face with tiny kisses, the agent couldn't hold back an affectionate comment. "You look as sweet as any birthday cake."
Rufus chuckled a bit despite the discomfort of his body. "So, that's why you tried to devour me," he said teasingly and reached up to comb through Tseng's hair with his fingers. His body relaxed slowly and the cock ring became more difficult to ignore, letting anyone see how aroused he was.
Tseng didn't miss the show, either and reached down to pet the hard member. "Yes, you can assume that. And I see the candle is lit as well." He couldn't help the grin spreading out on his face. "Should I blow it? You could do the glazing in the meantime." He waved the tube in front of Rufus' face to get his point across.
"I'll really hate you," Rufus said, "if you intend to blow your candle with the ring on." He could see the something glitter in Tseng's eyes as he reached for the lubrication. He hoped his words would be enough for the Turk to take the damned toy off.
The Wutan lay down comfortably on the bed, facing the younger man's loins and running a hand over his white hips. "I intend to enjoy this day," he told the president. "After all, it's my birthday." He dropped a kiss on the tip, flicking his tongue against the skin briefly, and then glanced down, at Rufus' face. "The sooner you're prepared, the sooner you'll get your satisfaction."
"Hating you," the president announced a bit breathless. With his slick fingers he reached back and pushed a finger into himself.
"Right now, maybe," Tseng pointed out smoothly countering the comment. "But just think about it, how nice it will feel when I'll enter you, brushing against your spot... And how great it will be to finally released." The Turk propped himself up on his hand, sitting up and leaning slightly above the blond youth. "You're beautiful right now. I won't forget to thank all the Ancients that I can be here with you."
"You're getting too sentimental, Tseng," Reno said and reached out with his clean hand to tug at the Turk's hair. "Instead of doing something to me." His index finger brushed against his prostate and Rufus let out a gasp at the pleasure. He was as relaxed as he could be and he wanted the release.
Tseng reached for the lube and smeared some of the gel on himself, enjoying the feeling. "If you want it that bad, pull up your legs that I could reach you a bit more easily."
Rufus swallowed and shook his head. "No," he said, seeking out Tseng's eyes challengingly. He wasn't some bitch in heat but a proud and powerful man. He wasn't that desperate yet.
Just why did it have to be this difficult...? The Wutan leaned above the fairer man, catching his wrists and pinning them down. For a long moment, he gazed into the azure eyes, then pounced down on the pale lips, putting his whole heart, and all his skills into it.
Rufus' muscles tensed for a moment. However, he didn't struggle but kissed back, moaning in need into Tseng's mouth. His eyes clouded a bit and he thrust his hips upward, meeting Tseng's hard erection with his own. "Tseng," he said when his lips became free, his tone wanton.
"Rufus. Please. I'd like to see you like that." The Turk's hand never rested, it brushed against the silky inner thighs, the flat stomach, and the base of the proud member. "Please. Just once."
"Why?" Rufus breathed the word between small, half-swallowed noises which were coaxed out by the light touches. "Does one pose count that much?"
Tseng took a deep breath. "Why do you need an explanation? I'd like to see you spread out for me, wanton and needy because I've never seen you like that. That's why. But if you feel uncomfortable with it, say so and I won't ask again."
Rufus swallowed. Had the Turk tried to coax him using his body's desires and his superior strength the president would have tried to resist. However, he couldn't deny his lover now, not with the small note of resigned defeat he could hear in the other's tone. Rufus reached up and kissed the Turk hard. There was a threat on his tongue, to make damned sure Tseng wouldn't ever brag but Rufus didn't say the words. He knew they were unnecessary and he didn't want to entirely ruin his gift. "Then watch me," he murmured and pulled up his legs one by one.
Tseng had to swallow and his erection twitched. Rufus was... a dream come true. Oh, how he wanted to see the president like this, abandoning himself to his lover's will...! Slowly, the Turk reached out - to his slight dismay, his hand was shaking - and lightly palmed Rufus' member, gently rolling the balls. Then, he pushed one finger into his tight, well-lubed channel, searching for the prostate.
Rufus cried out and his hips bucked involuntarily as the white-hot pleasure ran through him. "Tseng...!" He was starting to get desperate and he wanted the cock ring off and the Turk inside of him, preferably in that order and rather sooner. However, he didn't move just tightened his hold on his legs, offering himself for Tseng.
"I have to resort to Reno's usual vocabulary, I think," the Wutan whispered and he pulled back and positioned himself before his lover, grabbing the slender hips to pull Rufus closer, "because the only expression which would properly describe you now is 'fucking hot'." With a slow thrust, he finally entered the younger man, gasping from the wonderful sensation.
"Ah, thanks," Rufus gasped. Closing his eyes, he moved his hips, wanting more. His erection throbbed but the president didn't have enough air to complain.
Tseng thrust forward, his grip tightening on Rufus. His breathing was quick and he couldn't hold back the moans. "Oh, yes... Rufus! He wasn't thinking about releasing the other, at least, not right now. At the moment, the agent wanted to simply enjoy the pleasure which ran along his spine. Beads of sweat formed on his smooth back and rolled down, glistening in the lamplight.
Rufus moaned and matched every thrust with his own, even as his erection got impossibly hard and the pleasure threatened to change into pain.
The Turk threw his head back, his hair swinging like a black silken curtain. "Rufus..." the rest was in Wutaian but then, Tseng swallowed hard and switched back to the common language. "Get... your legs around me!"
Rufus obeyed and reached up with his hands to touch Tseng's chest and sides, clawing the pale skin in need as he panted for air.
The Turk chuckled breathlessly; this was the reason he wanted to use his hands. He reached down, pinching the nipples while his pace sped up; he tried to dive as deep as he could. After a few moments, one of his hands moved to the president's erection, rubbing the slit on the head. "You want it off...?"
"Yes, damn, yes!" Rufus exclaimed, his manners forgotten in his frustration. He thrust upward and moaned, the pleasure was too much and he was ready to burst.
As an answer, Tseng gritted his teeth and thrust forward hard; in the same second, he snapped the ring open. "Come for me, Rufus!" Taking a firm hold on the hips again, Tseng let out a bitten off cry and continued pounding into the younger man.
Rufus cried out and came all over himself. The pleasure half-blinded him and the blood drummed in his ears. He slumped back against the sheets with a few thrusts of his hips, and his brain fried.
Tseng cried out again and he didn't need much to reach the peak as well. The breathtaking sight of his always cold, seemingly untouchable boss to be so wanton, so dirty helped him a great deal. With a last deep thrust, he let himself fall, his semen filling up the silky channel he was seethed in. A few seconds after, when the white noise cleared out of his mind, he slumped forward, supporting his weight by one shaking arm. His other hand cupped Rufus' flushed face, his thumb caressing the president's swollen lips. "I love you," the Wutan breathed.
Rufus panted and pressed his mouth against Tseng's finger instead of answering. He couldn't say the words back and it was better if he didn't say anything else. Weaving his fingers into Tseng's hair he caressed the Turk's back wordlessly.
So it was a dream indeed. Tseng's heart tightened but he tried to fight off the feeling. After all, he got something very special now; for a night, the president was his, at his mercy. Pulling his softened member out of the welcoming heat, the Turk leader lowered himself next to the blond youth and threw his arms around him, entangling their legs. "Thank you," he murmured into the damp, honey-colored hair.
"You're welcome," Rufus said and kissed the Turk's face lightly. He continued to caress the sweaty back, brushing his fingertips against Tseng's spine. "And even though it's your gift, I'd rather if you wouldn't use it that often." Rufus always thought it was easier to give back-handed compliments and he had a tendency to follow that guideline even when he gave permission to someone. Still, he wasn't satisfied with the words, so he brushed his lips against Tseng's ear. "That is, if you want to use it again."
"On my next birthday, maybe," Tseng nodded with a smile but kept his eyes closed. Rufus was too good in reading people if he had the chance to look into their eyes. "Sleep? I guess this orgasm was exhausting enough. Well, it was for me."
"I wouldn't mind a shower before," Rufus said with a small chuckle. Sometimes Tseng was too patient for his own good but the president decided to not push the issue of birthday-presents further. "But if you don't want to move, I can postpone it."
"I bet you never dozed off being this dirty before," Tseng guessed and discretely covered a yawn with a graceful hand. "You will live this once. I'd rather not move right now." After a moment of hesitation, he quietly added: "It's too nice."
"I see," Rufus nodded and pulled Tseng a bit closer. It was indeed nice but the admission made Rufus' chest ache in a pleasant way. "I think I'll survive it, so sleep."
The Turk only turned a bit to switch off the lamp, then cuddled close and he was thankful for the darkness. Like this, Rufus couldn't see the single teardrop rolling down on his bodyguard's face.
Indeed, the slight wetness was lost in the dark and Rufus closed his eyes content. His hands never left Tseng's skin as he drifted off, to sleep without dreams or nightmares.
~end~
Authors:
kira_k & okami_huTheme: #34 - Cock Rings
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, emo
Couple/Characters: Tseng/Rufus
Word count: 4210
Summary: Rufus decides to give a very special gift to his loyal bodyguard.
Link back to the prompt table
The rain knocked against the windows insistently and Rufus Shinra pulled his suit a bit closer to his body. Winter was near and the weather turned colder each day. The young man was waiting silently, lost in his thoughts about what was he about to do. The concrete idea was a few months old and if Rufus had been the type to doubt himself he would have tried to backpedal now. However, the President's self-confidence didn't know limits, and even if an idea turned out to be a bad one later, he didn't dwell on it for long.
Still, this wasn't about his ruined company or about the slowly recovering Planet but his personal life. Sighing he reached into his pocket, touching the small gift-box. He had thought enough already, now he only needed to finish the plan by giving this to Tseng. His lover, his Turk, his confident. It was important and Rufus prided himself at being able to make good decisions; regardless of his own denied little fears.
There was a knock on the door then the entrance opened up, revealing the tall frame of the Wutan man. His hair was let loose like always, his back was straight and his demeanor calm. However, inside him, there was some undeniable excitement. His birthday was very close now and Rufus never forgot about him. That little gesture was more welcomed than anything else, it showed that the young president cared, and gave Tseng the illusion of love - the love, which he couldn't get from his boss. It was a childish thing, to lust after Rufus since almost a whole decade, dreaming about a confession, still maintaining hope that perhaps one day, he'll accept his bodyguard's feelings and will return them - but Tseng, beneath the cold facade, was a passionate man and the flames of the emotions fueled him, kept him alive even in the coldest, most miserable times.
"Sir?"
Rufus turned from the window and left himself smile. "Tseng," he said and beckoned closer the other man," I'd like to give your gift a bit earlier if you don't mind." Most of the room was dark as the light from outside was blocked by the thick clouds and inside there was lit only a lava-lamp on the bookshelf. Rufus preferred it like this, the semi-darkness covered his nervousness like a trusty, old coat.
"Sir, you shouldn't have to," the Wutan smiled. He stepped closer and bowed his head respectfully, his heart drumming ridiculously fast. He felt like a child, who can't imagine what will he get, it doesn't really matters anyway until it's a gift. The younger man's beauty, his pale face half-covered by soft shadows made the agent want to fall on his knees and worship his young god. After all, only gods could survive the war of Planets, the fall of empires and rise again, in their glory.
"And waste all the effort?" Rufus asked back with a small smirk. Reaching into his pocket he held out the small box to Tseng. "As you don't wear any jewelry I thought this would be more appreciated." The President watched his Turk with sharp eyes, pleased and nervous at the same time. There was no turning back now, although he had been always able to create another way out when the need arose. However, the President didn't want to change the course of events after carefully arranging them.
Something instead jewelry...? Jewelry??
Tseng's tiger-eye gaze widened a little. Why would have the president thought about getting him jewelry? Slapping himself mentally, the Turk leader undid the ribbon on the small box. Of course Rufus didn't think about _that_. What a silly idea.
In a few seconds, the lid of the box came off and Tseng looked into it curiously. What he saw, made his blood course in his veins with a wild frenzy, unable to decide if it should rush into his face or toward his groins.
A neatly forged cock ring glittered in the dim light, beckoning to the agent mischievously, inviting him to play.
"That is... an... ahm, very special gift, sir," Tseng managed to breathe out finally. He liked it, honestly, it showed how much Rufus liked him; after all, one only buys toys to trusted lovers. On the other hand, a thought poked the Wutan's mind discreetly in the background; he never liked to be restrained... The idea that the gift maybe wasn't intended for... "personal use", never really occurred to him.
Rufus allowed himself a smirk as the usually composed Turk couldn't form a whole sentence without pauses. It was amusing and it filled him with the addictive taste of power; as he caused the other's bemusement. And the power made his nervousness disappear, which was an added bonus. "So, do you like it," Rufus asked, standing still, "or I should have gotten the wine which was old as you?"
"Don't tease me," Tseng snapped lightly, then smiled. "I like it. I just hope you're already well enough to be able to... properly appreciate the first occasion when we'll put this little jewelry to use." The promise of a heated night in the president's chambers washed away all his doubts. After all, if Rufus asked him to commit suicide, the Wutan wouldn't have thought about it too much. He was Rufus's in every sense of the word.
"That's what I intended to try out as well," Rufus said. He didn't turn his head or eyes away, he had more pride than that, but he wanted to. "Just be sure you don't fall asleep before you take this off of me."
The comment felt like a bucket of icy water and an inferno combined. No, that wasn't possible, Rufus NEVER gave up the control... he never let himself be restrained in any way! And now, he was practically offering himself up to his Turk's mercy...? Tseng felt a little dizzy. His blood gave up the fight and rushed to the South, starting to make him hard beneath his trousers and long suit. After all those years, the president finally accepted him that way...? It sounded like a confession but Tseng couldn't chase away all his doubts. It's been too damn long.
"Rufus, are you sure?" The tiger-eye gems shone seriously, flames dancing in their depths.
"About what, Tseng?" Rufus arched an eyebrow, brushing off the comment without a second thought. Really, one would think that after all the years Tseng would learn that Rufus rarely if ever changed his mind. On those occasions when he did, there were greater powers at play like the Meteor. Or the Geostigma.
"You've never did anything like this before," Tseng answered. "If you're not hundred percent sure about this, if you have any doubt, you don't have to do this, you know that. Not for me."
"Tseng." Rufus started to get annoyed which was never a good thing. Still, the Turk's concern was touching. "Do you really require a lengthy explanation as for why did you got this gift before you want to use it?"
"No, I don't." Those golden-hued eyes closed. "I just don't want to misinterpret your intentions and cause pain to any of us." A strong hand sneaked around the younger man's waist, pulling him closer. As they bodies touched, Rufus could felt the other's engorged member through the layers of clothes. Tseng's hand rose gracefully and he brushed the ring against his lips. Then, he touched the toy to Rufus's.
Rufus opened his mouth and pushed it against the toy for a brief moment. "You didn't misinterpret anything. However, I'm sure I don't need to tell this," the words were quiet and serious, "if you break my trust there _will_ be pain." Rufus tilted his head with a smile and moved his thigh between Tseng's legs, pushing it against the erection.
"After all these years I spent with serving you, do you think I'm capable of that?" Tseng asked seriously. The need was almost too much, too demanding but the agent held himself back. "When can we retreat for the celebration?"
"Anytime you feel like it," Rufus said. His expression softened and he reached up to caress the Turk's face. "I've no other pressing thing to do. And I don't think you'd ever hurt me but people sometimes go crazy from the power."
"Such wise words," Tseng teased. "Well then... If you're up to it, 'right now' is quite fine with me."
"Good," Rufus nodded. He could feel his heart in his throat, beating too fast and too loudly but the president hoped that Tseng couldn't sense this. "Lead the way, then."
Before he obeyed, the Turk leader leaned closer and sealed the blond youth's mouth with a kiss. He dragged it out long, as long as he was able to with much tongue and teeth. He wanted to make Rufus gasp, as a small thank you. Then, when his lungs were screaming for oxygen, he pulled away with a smile and winked. "Follow me, Rufus." And he headed toward the bedroom. He knew the way well.
Rufus indeed gasped, involuntarily and annoyed at himself. However, the next moment his annoyance melted away at the playful expression of Tseng. This was the reason he gave the gift and why he let himself be led to the bedroom. The door closed behind him silently, and Rufus stopped a few steps before the bed. As he undid the buttons on his jacket, he mused about the shotgun, which's heavy weight was left in the living room, and how he was weaponless but not defenseless without it. However, Rufus sighed inwardly, he needed to let his defenses down if he really intended to give Tseng his gift. "Would you light the bedside lamp? I'd like to see your expression properly," he said. Like this, the Turk would be able to see him as well, which should be enough for now.
The Wutan did as he was told to, gladly. The small lamp cast a slightly yellowish light on both of them, enhancing his own exotic skin tone and lending some to Rufus as well. Placing his gift next to the lamp, he proceeded to loose his clothes as well, putting them on an armchair nearby. When he finished, he turned to the president, to watch him emerging from his garments as well. Tseng had a nice-looking body, kept in a great shape, and like this, naked and aroused, he presented a rather appealing sight.
One by one the white and black layers came off from Rufus and were placed to the nearby chair tidily. The president's body was lean and almost thin, although he had muscles especially in his arms. His skin was pale and marred from the explosions two years ago but the burns and cuts faded into simple white lines. Rufus brushed his blond tresses out from his eyes and glanced playfully at Tseng. "You look excited," he said with a pointed look to the Turk's midsection even though his own member was half-hard as well.
"Why wouldn't I be?" the Wutan mused and drew closer, embracing the young president tightly. "I'll make a night of it, I promise." He dipped his head down to taste Rufus's neck, while his hands started to roam on the paler body, exploring it. He wasn't bothered by the scars, he had a few as well, mostly bullet grazes but one or two knife wounds as well. He thrust his hip forward lazily, rubbing their crotches together.
Rufus bit back a moan as his member met with its pair and embraced his lover's neck, caressing the wide shoulders. "Let's move to the bed," he said, his breathing labored as Tseng's lips teased his sensitive skin.
"Yes," Tseng whispered and pulled Rufus with to finally sit in the middle of the king-sized bed. He reached out for the little accessory and turned it between his fingers. "I better put this on now because later, it'd be useless."
Rufus let out a breath then kissed Tseng, pulling the other man closer by his long hair. He tongue and teeth met the thin lips and the President did everything in his might to wring out a few moans from his lover. He needed this show of control before he let go of it for the night.
The Turk was, however, as merciless as ever. He responded to the kiss, moaning softly and at the same time, he slid the ring up on the younger man's shaft, and tightened it as it was at its proper place. Pulling back from the kiss, he gazed into the bright blue eyes and licked his lips. "You're mine."
Rufus shook his head, denying it without words. He was nobody's even if he liked how the possessive declaration felt and shivered slightly from the look in Tseng's eyes. The gift was cool against his skin but warmed quickly and it was only a minor discomfort, for now.
"Oh yes, you are." Tseng smiled at his lover and gently pushed him back, forcing him to lie down. Lightly running his fingertips over the rosy nipples, the Wutan leaned to the president's groins and began to tease his member with long licks, playing with it, like a cat with its favorite toy. He loved how the fairer man tasted, still so fresh and clear like many years before; when he was nothing more then a spoiled child, learning life the hardest and fastest way possible.
Rufus gasped out at the touches, the pleasure too much to bear it silently. His fingers fisted the sheets under him and he panted loudly. "More," he said, like countless times before when Tseng tried to tease him longer than the president's patience lasted.
Tseng straightened and licked his lips. "Sure. You'll get more, Rufus." He knew how the other loved to hear his name as it rolled off the Wutan's tongue with ease, on velvety tone with just a touch of an accent. The Turk turned to the nightstand and opened its drawer to get the lube - of course he knew where it was. He used to replace it. After another long kiss, Tseng rolled Rufus on his side and began to prepare him, slowly, without a hurry. Showering the pale neck and the side of the face with tiny kisses, the agent couldn't hold back an affectionate comment. "You look as sweet as any birthday cake."
Rufus chuckled a bit despite the discomfort of his body. "So, that's why you tried to devour me," he said teasingly and reached up to comb through Tseng's hair with his fingers. His body relaxed slowly and the cock ring became more difficult to ignore, letting anyone see how aroused he was.
Tseng didn't miss the show, either and reached down to pet the hard member. "Yes, you can assume that. And I see the candle is lit as well." He couldn't help the grin spreading out on his face. "Should I blow it? You could do the glazing in the meantime." He waved the tube in front of Rufus' face to get his point across.
"I'll really hate you," Rufus said, "if you intend to blow your candle with the ring on." He could see the something glitter in Tseng's eyes as he reached for the lubrication. He hoped his words would be enough for the Turk to take the damned toy off.
The Wutan lay down comfortably on the bed, facing the younger man's loins and running a hand over his white hips. "I intend to enjoy this day," he told the president. "After all, it's my birthday." He dropped a kiss on the tip, flicking his tongue against the skin briefly, and then glanced down, at Rufus' face. "The sooner you're prepared, the sooner you'll get your satisfaction."
"Hating you," the president announced a bit breathless. With his slick fingers he reached back and pushed a finger into himself.
"Right now, maybe," Tseng pointed out smoothly countering the comment. "But just think about it, how nice it will feel when I'll enter you, brushing against your spot... And how great it will be to finally released." The Turk propped himself up on his hand, sitting up and leaning slightly above the blond youth. "You're beautiful right now. I won't forget to thank all the Ancients that I can be here with you."
"You're getting too sentimental, Tseng," Reno said and reached out with his clean hand to tug at the Turk's hair. "Instead of doing something to me." His index finger brushed against his prostate and Rufus let out a gasp at the pleasure. He was as relaxed as he could be and he wanted the release.
Tseng reached for the lube and smeared some of the gel on himself, enjoying the feeling. "If you want it that bad, pull up your legs that I could reach you a bit more easily."
Rufus swallowed and shook his head. "No," he said, seeking out Tseng's eyes challengingly. He wasn't some bitch in heat but a proud and powerful man. He wasn't that desperate yet.
Just why did it have to be this difficult...? The Wutan leaned above the fairer man, catching his wrists and pinning them down. For a long moment, he gazed into the azure eyes, then pounced down on the pale lips, putting his whole heart, and all his skills into it.
Rufus' muscles tensed for a moment. However, he didn't struggle but kissed back, moaning in need into Tseng's mouth. His eyes clouded a bit and he thrust his hips upward, meeting Tseng's hard erection with his own. "Tseng," he said when his lips became free, his tone wanton.
"Rufus. Please. I'd like to see you like that." The Turk's hand never rested, it brushed against the silky inner thighs, the flat stomach, and the base of the proud member. "Please. Just once."
"Why?" Rufus breathed the word between small, half-swallowed noises which were coaxed out by the light touches. "Does one pose count that much?"
Tseng took a deep breath. "Why do you need an explanation? I'd like to see you spread out for me, wanton and needy because I've never seen you like that. That's why. But if you feel uncomfortable with it, say so and I won't ask again."
Rufus swallowed. Had the Turk tried to coax him using his body's desires and his superior strength the president would have tried to resist. However, he couldn't deny his lover now, not with the small note of resigned defeat he could hear in the other's tone. Rufus reached up and kissed the Turk hard. There was a threat on his tongue, to make damned sure Tseng wouldn't ever brag but Rufus didn't say the words. He knew they were unnecessary and he didn't want to entirely ruin his gift. "Then watch me," he murmured and pulled up his legs one by one.
Tseng had to swallow and his erection twitched. Rufus was... a dream come true. Oh, how he wanted to see the president like this, abandoning himself to his lover's will...! Slowly, the Turk reached out - to his slight dismay, his hand was shaking - and lightly palmed Rufus' member, gently rolling the balls. Then, he pushed one finger into his tight, well-lubed channel, searching for the prostate.
Rufus cried out and his hips bucked involuntarily as the white-hot pleasure ran through him. "Tseng...!" He was starting to get desperate and he wanted the cock ring off and the Turk inside of him, preferably in that order and rather sooner. However, he didn't move just tightened his hold on his legs, offering himself for Tseng.
"I have to resort to Reno's usual vocabulary, I think," the Wutan whispered and he pulled back and positioned himself before his lover, grabbing the slender hips to pull Rufus closer, "because the only expression which would properly describe you now is 'fucking hot'." With a slow thrust, he finally entered the younger man, gasping from the wonderful sensation.
"Ah, thanks," Rufus gasped. Closing his eyes, he moved his hips, wanting more. His erection throbbed but the president didn't have enough air to complain.
Tseng thrust forward, his grip tightening on Rufus. His breathing was quick and he couldn't hold back the moans. "Oh, yes... Rufus! He wasn't thinking about releasing the other, at least, not right now. At the moment, the agent wanted to simply enjoy the pleasure which ran along his spine. Beads of sweat formed on his smooth back and rolled down, glistening in the lamplight.
Rufus moaned and matched every thrust with his own, even as his erection got impossibly hard and the pleasure threatened to change into pain.
The Turk threw his head back, his hair swinging like a black silken curtain. "Rufus..." the rest was in Wutaian but then, Tseng swallowed hard and switched back to the common language. "Get... your legs around me!"
Rufus obeyed and reached up with his hands to touch Tseng's chest and sides, clawing the pale skin in need as he panted for air.
The Turk chuckled breathlessly; this was the reason he wanted to use his hands. He reached down, pinching the nipples while his pace sped up; he tried to dive as deep as he could. After a few moments, one of his hands moved to the president's erection, rubbing the slit on the head. "You want it off...?"
"Yes, damn, yes!" Rufus exclaimed, his manners forgotten in his frustration. He thrust upward and moaned, the pleasure was too much and he was ready to burst.
As an answer, Tseng gritted his teeth and thrust forward hard; in the same second, he snapped the ring open. "Come for me, Rufus!" Taking a firm hold on the hips again, Tseng let out a bitten off cry and continued pounding into the younger man.
Rufus cried out and came all over himself. The pleasure half-blinded him and the blood drummed in his ears. He slumped back against the sheets with a few thrusts of his hips, and his brain fried.
Tseng cried out again and he didn't need much to reach the peak as well. The breathtaking sight of his always cold, seemingly untouchable boss to be so wanton, so dirty helped him a great deal. With a last deep thrust, he let himself fall, his semen filling up the silky channel he was seethed in. A few seconds after, when the white noise cleared out of his mind, he slumped forward, supporting his weight by one shaking arm. His other hand cupped Rufus' flushed face, his thumb caressing the president's swollen lips. "I love you," the Wutan breathed.
Rufus panted and pressed his mouth against Tseng's finger instead of answering. He couldn't say the words back and it was better if he didn't say anything else. Weaving his fingers into Tseng's hair he caressed the Turk's back wordlessly.
So it was a dream indeed. Tseng's heart tightened but he tried to fight off the feeling. After all, he got something very special now; for a night, the president was his, at his mercy. Pulling his softened member out of the welcoming heat, the Turk leader lowered himself next to the blond youth and threw his arms around him, entangling their legs. "Thank you," he murmured into the damp, honey-colored hair.
"You're welcome," Rufus said and kissed the Turk's face lightly. He continued to caress the sweaty back, brushing his fingertips against Tseng's spine. "And even though it's your gift, I'd rather if you wouldn't use it that often." Rufus always thought it was easier to give back-handed compliments and he had a tendency to follow that guideline even when he gave permission to someone. Still, he wasn't satisfied with the words, so he brushed his lips against Tseng's ear. "That is, if you want to use it again."
"On my next birthday, maybe," Tseng nodded with a smile but kept his eyes closed. Rufus was too good in reading people if he had the chance to look into their eyes. "Sleep? I guess this orgasm was exhausting enough. Well, it was for me."
"I wouldn't mind a shower before," Rufus said with a small chuckle. Sometimes Tseng was too patient for his own good but the president decided to not push the issue of birthday-presents further. "But if you don't want to move, I can postpone it."
"I bet you never dozed off being this dirty before," Tseng guessed and discretely covered a yawn with a graceful hand. "You will live this once. I'd rather not move right now." After a moment of hesitation, he quietly added: "It's too nice."
"I see," Rufus nodded and pulled Tseng a bit closer. It was indeed nice but the admission made Rufus' chest ache in a pleasant way. "I think I'll survive it, so sleep."
The Turk only turned a bit to switch off the lamp, then cuddled close and he was thankful for the darkness. Like this, Rufus couldn't see the single teardrop rolling down on his bodyguard's face.
Indeed, the slight wetness was lost in the dark and Rufus closed his eyes content. His hands never left Tseng's skin as he drifted off, to sleep without dreams or nightmares.
~end~
