Well, so Avalanche saved the world, and the Turks reorganized under President Reeve. Me and Rude are still a team, occasionally having to put up with the rookie-ish antics of Elena. But, she's left us alone a lot, as since her beloved Tseng is alive and well. So, he was spared death at the hands of Sephiroth, but as far as I'm concerned, it's me who wants his blood on my hands.
Well, maybe not. Unfortunately, I fear Tseng more than I feared Sephiroth. Tseng's a real, alive threat who can kick the ass of just about anyone on the planet. Mine especially. Unfortunately, I turn yellow around him, and it's not just because he's a kick-ass fighter. It's also a lot because he's taken advantage of my weaknesses and my submissiveness.
I was trying to figure out if he'd changed since his brush with death. A part of me still sought the safety of my partner, Rude, but I just couldn't quite snuggle into the sanctuary of his big strong arms. I guess if I did, I'd be admitting defeat and showing that my hard Turk exterior can be cracked. No…don't want the public seeing that!
Rude and I never actually talked much about the mutual confession we'd made to each other. Everything had seemed to hinge on whether Tseng would survive or not. I didn't take too kindly to his taking advantage of my body when he could've easily fucked Elena instead if he was that p.o.'ed. Atleast she might have enjoyed it.
Anyway, I was scarred worse in the mind than he was in the body since taking that slash from the Masamune. I hope he took the hint when he saw me hesitating with the Cure Materia in the temple. I hope he lost hours of sleep in his hospital room wondering if I would show up and pay him back for his insensitivity.
Though that is a "Turk" style of revenge, he's lucky I didn't act on it. A part of me loved him like a father…like a Turk. The other part wanted to see him suffer.
In his absence, I found myself thinking a lot about Rude. I'd wake up some mornings hugging my pillow as though my sleepy mind imagined Rude was there. Well, of course I cared for Rude. He's my partner, and every day we trust each other with our lives. But, I knew deep inside just how much I cared for him.
I tried to act "natural" around Tseng, suspicious that he was doing the same around me. I never gave him the satisfaction knowing that the mental scar he'd inflicted on me hadn't healed.
Now, I was always one to, on occasion, spend Friday nights in places with plenty of chicks, spend the night in a hotel with the lucky one, then part ways in the morning. That's just me being Reno.
But ever since Tseng and his invasion of my body, I hadn't sought out the pleasures I got in those hotel rooms. Instead, I found myself on lonely nights laying in my bed in the dark, completely naked under the sheets. I induced my own pleasures, imagining that every touch came from the strong, yet gentle hands of Rude.
I sort of hated myself afterwards each time and sometimes felt even lonelier when I'd come down from it and find myself all alone. It made me realize what I really wanted, despite what had inadvertently gone on between me and Tseng.
The problem was…was it also what Rude wanted? To be honest, I'd never known him to have slept with another man before. I just couldn't get the circumstances to be right, though. And, I also feared rejection. So, I procrastinated.
Meanwhile, I must've been subconsciously getting myself into a little bit of a mess, a little more on purpose than I care to admit. Tseng came in one day looking like a train wreck. Seemed the older guy could no longer handle a run-of-the-mill bar fight, especially since becoming semi-dependent on a cane to help him walk. Yeah, that's all he had to show for his brush with Sephiroth; severed nerves in his back that ran down his right leg, leaving the whole limb weak.
Anyway, he came in that day with stitches closing a gash above his left eye and a mood that put a Midgar-sized black cloud over Junon.
Something about it thrilled me. I couldn't stay away. I love him in a bad mood…which is one of my problems.
So, there I was again, not wanting to experience his cruelty again but yet a part of me yearned for the companionship I wasn't getting from Rude. Tseng has such a strange way of venting anger, and I suppose it was my own dumb fault for not leaving his office while I had the chance. He held my body pressed against the front of his, and I could feel his erect member against me.
I could have probably snapped his neck right there, but instead I froze. He slid his hand between us to unbuckle his belt. His knuckles, intentionally or otherwise, rubbed against my groin, bringing on an involuntary hardness in me.
How could I refuse? How could I not? Anyway, I don't really remember how I got to the point I did, but I soon noticed the taste of his flesh in my mouth. He gripped my hair painfully tight making sure I didn't remove my lips and tongue from his manhood. So, I performed for him like a lowly animal, hating it but loving the newness of the adventure. His hands massaged my head, his grip loosening. I couldn't help myself.
I was passionate about my work. Damn. Looking back, I could've hurt him into submission to me. Aaw…
Anyway, his hands covered my ears as he held me to him, then he eased himself to the back of my throat quicker than I could deal with. It was the most awful sensation I had ever felt in my life. Repulsed, I somehow wrenched myself free. There was no holding back the vomit. My chest heaved a few times, each time bringing up more. Tears streamed from my eyes, every muscle in my body quivering with weakness.
"Amateur…" Tseng sneered, coming over my kneeling form. He made quick work of my pants, taking advantage of my illness.
I was too weak to resist as his fingers probed me to loosen what tension I managed to retain. He pushed into me all the way, and I yelped in pain. Where did I go wrong? Did I have beginner's luck the last time. I never wanted him to see that he conquered me. There was no love, just theft. He stole my body for himself, successfully breaking me like he'd probably wanted all along. The ultimate control...
My mind drifted into a haze all the while, only noticing when his thrusts stopped. Voices… Tseng, and…?
"Don't even think of it, Rude!" Tseng hissed. I looked up and saw the bald Turk with his gun leveled at us.
"Let him go!" Rude demanded.
Tseng had his gun aimed back. "I'm almost done. Don't worry. He likes it."
I felt like telling Tseng what he could do with himself the next time, but the taste of vomit was too strong in my mouth. Better to keep the jaw slack and let unswallowed saliva wash the debris out.
Tseng's gun pressed against my head, and I inadvertently tightened around his invading member, only pleasing him more. My heart sank as I saw Rude slink back out of the office, leaving me alone with the invader.
The thrusts resumed, and my awareness once again clouded over. Each time, I hoped it would bring him to release, but I think Rude's interruption made Tseng lose some momentum, only prolonging my misery.
He finally released into me and withdrew. I crumpled to the floor, sobbing and drooling spit and bile as I tried to create a sort of mental noise to over-write what had just happened. I stayed like that for some time, lying half naked on the floor.
I was still disoriented as I felt someone picking me up. I was nearly shocked back to awareness as I hit the floor, dropping from Tseng's arms and into the hallway.
Rude had been waiting there. I still don't know why he didn't chase Tseng back in to blow his head off, but he tended to me instead. Thankfully, Tseng had discarded my clothing along with my body. But instead of redressing me right there, Rude carried me over his shoulder to his office. The way Elena giggled at me for a while after that day tells me she saw a little bit of the bare buttocks I couldn't hide as I was carried.
I was too weak and shamed to move. I shivered a little as a damp cloth cleaned my soiled skin. I just laid in my mental noise as Rude put my boxers and trousers back on. Gravity pulled a hot tear from my eye, a reaction to the gentle, caring attention I was receiving. Rude leaned over me and brushed it away. He kissed my flushed cheek.
I inhaled deeply, taking my first refreshing breath since the whole thing had begun. I wasn't really in the mood for another round of sex, but that wasn't his intent.
He lifted me into his large, comforting arms and carried me to the parking garage. I must've fallen asleep in the car because the next thing I knew, he was carrying my limp body into his apartment.
I felt so safe, so relaxed… I wanted so bad to show him how much his compassion meant to me, but I just couldn't move. My right arm hung loosely around his shoulders, and I squandered what little strength I had to tighten the embrace behind his neck in a one-arm hug.
He laid me on his bed then stepped away. I heard the running of water in the bathroom, and it continued even as he returned to my side.
He unbuttoned my shirt with the care of a seamstress, parting it to expose the better part of my chest. I was unafraid despite his silence and the dark sunglasses that masked the look in his eyes.
He rubbed a generous amount of a thick cream onto my chest and neck. His soft fingers moved slowly and gently spreading the cool fluid around.
"Breathe…" he whispered, placing a palm on my forehead.
I did, and I could smell the energizing mix of sweet flowers and citrus. It went straight to my consciousness, clearing the cobwebs and fog from my awareness. My chest loosened, and breathing came easy. My back nestled down into the contours of the mattress.
I closed my eyes, savoring his touch. His large, strong fingers brushed so gingerly and alighted on my shoulders. His hands traced from my neck and down my arms, burrowing underneath my shirt and blazer. One at a time, he eased my arms out of my clothing. As he pulled each out of the sleeves, he rubbed his hands over my skin, deeply penetrating the still tense muscles from when I'd used them to hold me up while Tseng fucked the hell out of me.
After getting my shirt off, Rude placed a hand on my forehead and lightly kissed my cheek. I sighed, his touch magically washing away the bad memories of why I was here in this condition to begin with.
He walked away for a moment, leaving my skin an expanse of prickles, anxiously awaiting his next touch. Being light-headed from the afternoon's events also augmented the dreaminess I was feeling. He returned and began undoing my belt. My body went tense again.
"Rude…?" I said in a shaky voice.
I think he sensed my apprehension and was quick to reassure me. "Relax, Reno. I'm putting you in the bath."
I was put back at ease. I let him strip me of the rest of my clothes, unashamed as this would be the second time he'd be seeing me naked. He lowered me into the warm cozy water. I leaned my head back into the foam headrest and let my body melt like ice in the heat.
I closed my eyes as he dragged a wash cloth out of the water and up my chest, bringing the heat with it. He placed a warm towel behind my neck to relieve my soreness then proceeded to sponge my body with liquid soap. The soap and bubbles clouded the water a little bit, which was fine with me because his gentle caresses were making my manhood come to attention.
He handed me the rag and told me to wash my genitalia on my own while he stepped out and got some dry towels ready for me. I washed real good between my legs in order to cleanse away the filth and shame, trying not to induce any kind of special pleasure in the process.
He came back and told me to soak as long as I needed to. He continued to draw warm water up my chest to keep it warm, all the while my mind tried to relax my mini-arousal.
Finally, he helped me out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my waist. With another towel, he rubbed my back dry in a deliberate massaging motion. I leaned my hands on the vanity, trying not to think about sex…which assured that that's what I was thinking about.
Rude dried me off and walked me back to the bedroom where I could get dressed. I had to wear one of his boxers, which was fine with me. Too fine, really. There's something special about wearing your lover's clothes, and that's what I was feeling right there.
I got back into my trousers and put my white shirt back on, leaving the front open. "Aren't you cold?" he asked me after I laid down onto the bed.
"No. I'm fine," I told him.
He bent his head down as he sat on the far corner of the bed. "I'm sorry, Reno…"
"Hmm? For what?"
"For…for not stopping Tseng." He turned his head away so I couldn't see his eyes, shrouded as they were behind dark glasses.
"Rude…" I sat up. "It's okay. I survived. Though I'm not really sure what work is going to be like tomorrow. Tseng may be a pervert or something, but I can't live in fear of him. I'll try not to anyway. It's just that I'm supposed to trust him with my life, but what happens the next time he and I are alone?"
Rude stood up and came to my side. I laid back down as if subconsciously trying to entice him. "You're not his fuck toy, Reno." I closed my eyes as he ran the backs of his fingers down my cheek, just lightly touching me. I inhaled slowly, savoring the smell of his skin and the weak remainder of cologne.
"I'm not? Then whose fuck toy am I? Yours?"
Rude stopped caressing my cheek. "No. You're not my fuck toy. You're my lover."
He came over me, pressing his lips to mine. My whole face tingled, and my heart whirled as if in anti-gravity, pouring open with pleasure and trust in response. The kiss was so gentle, I nearly forgot it was coming from a big strong man like Rude. Our tongues timidly brushed at first but then intertwined, mutually submissive to the other.
Rude shrugged off his blazer and attacked his shirt buttons. "Are you sure, Reno?" he asked.
Definitely, I was nearly panting, anxious to get out of Rude's boxers as I didn't want to leave any of my fluids on it. Rude dimmed the lights as we finished getting naked.
"Don't be afraid. Relax. I promise not to hurt you. I want you to feel gentle love where nothing will get in the way of your pleasures. I'll go easy and slow."
"Mmm, my favorite kind," his amazingly seductive voice only succeeded in exciting me quicker.
Before coming into the bed, he lit a pair of candles and started a soft instrumental CD playing. I tried not to let my body get ahead of the moment.
He laid next to me and took me into his arms. He laid a cheek against the back of my head and spoke softly against the side of my neck, his breath tickling behind my ear. "Forget about the past. Just lay back and let me take care of you. I want your fondest memory to be of comfort and tenderness."
My skin prickled as his nose pressed into my hair, smelling the sweet clean fragrance of shampoo. I was getting too aroused to just lay there. Despite the mistreatment I'd suffered earlier in the day, I was so ready for this. It was like two completely different things. I didn't want it with Tseng, but with Rude, it was all my heart's desire.
I rolled over and pressed my hip to him. One of his big arms dove under my shoulders and held me while the other reached between my legs, which I parted to accommodate.
"This is love, Reno. A part of me always wanted to do this." His lips brushed my cheek,
"Rude…?" I said before the burning desire took my breath away. "For someone who barely talks all day, you sure have a lot of words right now."
"Shh…" he whispered, one hand gently stroking me while the other combed its way through my hair. "It's your turn to be silent."
His breath continued to tease my skin, and his lips brushed softly into my neck, jaw, or where ever else they found. All the while, he satisfied my flesh's hunger for his touch, caressing my sensitive region as if he'd been experienced in this sort of thing, yet I knew it was his first time. His gentle but firm strokes brought me to a state of euphoria yet to be topped.
The incident earlier in the day had brought my "partner"-at-the-time to release, but the demon had left my body unfulfilled. I couldn't possibly ask for any better fulfillment than what my lover was presently giving to me.
Rude teased my senses, all the while covering me with not just his physical protection, but spiritual protection as well. I belonged to him. We belonged to each other.
I didn't want the night to end. He lived up to all his promises. Despite the two less pleasurable times with Tseng, I wanted Rude to come inside of me. Surprisingly, he refused insisting that he was too large for me and that it would hurt me too bad.
My flesh continued to whirl in passion, and I hungrily craved his flesh coming into mine. His strong sense of control kept him from satisfying his manhood in me. Instead, he found other ways to satisfy me rather than hurt me. I had no say, and I didn't care. I just gave into him, trusting him to guide us in our moment of passion.
We didn't stop until we were both just too tired to continue, but we had endured for long enough that I'd lost track of time. I fell asleep while he massaged my back after all our passions were spent. I woke up in the morning with him holding me from behind and lightly snoring.
Though he was half dressed and I was still naked, I didn't want to move and wake him. Instead I was content to lay in the shell of protection his body and arms formed around me. The comforts of the larger man's touch belittled my memories of the violations performed by our devilish boss.
As I laid there, I felt as though I could mentally assimilate Rude's shield around me into myself so that I could carry it where ever I go. We had a bond. I knew I could forever be strong since his claiming me. For the first time ever, I knew I could stand up to Tseng with the combined will of myself and my big angelic guardian.
Rude…
FIN
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Story by "Zeng", © 2000, intended for the entertainment of mature readers. All characters used are copyrighted material belonging to Squaresoft Ltd. and are used without permission.