Ice Eyes, by Angue

I must have looked terrified sitting there, because his smirk melted suddenly, into an apologetic grin, like he was responsible for the actions of his two drunken Turks. The two Turks, who by now were moaning loudly from their movements. Right there beside me on the couch too. No shame at all.
He stood from the chair he had been sitting in, and motioned for me to stand as well, which I did. Thank goodness I had chosen to wear slightly baggy pants that night, or he and the others in the room might see the effects the scene on the couch was having over me. But somehow, I think he already knew how I was feeling...
"Shall we go for a walk?" he asked, his voice almost concerned. I nodded quickly, willing myself not to look at the two on the couch and swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. He lead the way out of the house, stopping to pick up his long jacket before stepping out onto the street, into the cold air. Something I didn't think to do.
The night was frigid cold, and I was regretting the lack of coat more and more as we walked along together, silently. I began to shiver, and I crossed my arms over my chest, but that did little to warm my skin. I did have a sweater on, but it wasn't much to block out the chilling wind that whistled through the streets of Midgar.
I wasn't one to complain though. I kept silent, (save for my teeth chattering), as we walked, and so did he. It seemed he was thinking about something, his face set expressionless, his eyes downcast at the pavement. Just what he was thinking about, I will never know, but when the alcohol in my system robbed me of my balance and I staggered, he snapped from his thoughts and quickly reached out to catch me. He steadied me on my feet, and he didn't let go.
I gasped, startled by my near fall, but more by the strength with which he held me. There was power in his arms. Obviously being the pampered president of ShinRa hadn't made him soft.
"Are you alright?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Just a little too drunk I think." I gave him a little smile.
I was trembling now, because he was still holding me, one hand gripping my arm, the other at the small of my back, his arm around me. He must have felt my shivering.
"You should have worn your jacket." He smirked, easing me forward to the warmth of his body. I couldn't resist going closer to him. Both because I was entranced by the ice eyes that were looking straight into mine, and because I was freezing.
Slowly, his arms encircled me, drawing me closer still, protecting me from the cold, though it was not body heat that was warming me now. Pressed up against him, I could feel his arousal through his pants, hard against my thigh. It was lighting a fire behind my cheeks, and in other places that I hoped to heaven he didn't notice.
But he must have because he smiled down at me, which only served to warm me further. I stared up into his eyes, into the icy blue depths for what must have been only minute, though it seemed like forever to me. His cheeks were as flushed as mine.
His face lowered towards mine, those ice eyes closing, and I felt my head tilt back and my lips part to meet his. The kiss was so soft, so sweet. Gentle, and coaxing, yet still demanding. I felt my whole frame melting into this kiss as he pulled me closer still.
All too soon I broke away from him, frightened suddenly of what I was doing. This was another man I was kissing, and not just any man, but Rufus ShinRa himself. I pulled away, and regretted it immediately, because once his arms were no longer gripping me, the cold was, and I shivered hard.
He looked a little surprised at first, and then a little disappointed, but soon to be masked by that familiar smirk. "Here."
I watched with no small amount of amazement as he removed his jacket, then put it around my shoulders. This was not the cold hard man that lead the power company with strict order, but a compassionate man who cared even a little bit, for my well being.
I pulled the jacket tightly around myself, warmed once more, but now I watched as he began shivering. "Maybe we should get back." I suggested, and he nodded. We hadn't walked far, and it didn't take us long to walk back. He was silent again, lost in his own thoughts, as was I. I had liked kissing Rufus, and I found myself wanting more, wanting to kiss him again, but I was sure I had lost my chance.
Back inside the house, I saw as I removed Rufus's jacket and hung it up, that the two Turks had left the living room. Thankfully, they had taken their play time to the bedroom, and that left Rufus and I alone. I went to sit back down on the couch, picking up the beer I had left before and drinking from it. He sat down beside me.
He gazed at me thoughtfully for a few moments, and the look in his ice eyes made me squirm where I sat. "You've never been with another man, have you?" He asked me, his voice quiet, and I shook my head.
"Never sir."
"I thought so." He smirked, looking terribly amused all of a sudden. I swallowed the last of my beer nervously, trying to keep my eyes from his, else I be paralyzed where I sat. His ice eyes can do that to a person. But I was curious.
"Is it nice? Being with another man I mean.." I asked, gazing into the bottle as if there might be something very interesting in the bottom of it.
He chuckled, shifting slightly where he sat to face me better. "In my opinion, yes. Are you considering trying it again?" Meaning the kiss.
I looked up to stare at him, my mind blank as to what I should say to that. Finally, after a few minutes, I stuttered out a, "I might be." And he chuckled again, leaning a little closer.
He knew how much I wanted him to kiss me again, and he took advantage of it, touching fingers to my chin as he leaned down to kiss me, his hand there to keep me from shying away again. This time, I returned this kiss, not as nervously as before, my lips parting to allow his tongue entrance to explore what was within.
He was gentle at first, coaxing, then more forceful, deepening the kiss until I was left breathless and panting. He smiled when his lips left mine to kiss the corner of my mouth before pulling me into his arms, closer to his warmth.
I went to him with no resistance, my arms going to rest on his shoulders as he lowered his lips to mine again, drawing out quiet moans and whimpers from my throat with a kiss that was more passionate than I had ever experienced before. His hand slowly and carefully found it's way under my shirt, caressing the soft skin of my middle, working it's way up until I felt fingers teasing my nipple, causing me to gasp and stiffen, but soon  I relaxed, letting the tingly feelings it created take over.
His lips left mine again to kiss their way down my chin, along my jaw line and down my neck, while his free hand opened all the buttons to my shirt with practiced ease. His mouth lowered further as my shirt was pushed open, and I gasped once more when it fell upon a nipple, nipping and licking, teasing me until I trembled like I had outside.
Up until that point, I had not dared to encourage him, still being very nervous of this, but now, I buried my hands in that perfect hair, letting my head fall back and my eyes close. He pushed me back gently, laying me down so that he was leaning over me, his mouth still at my nipple. And then he went down further...
I was moaning nearly as loudly as the Turks had been by now, the alcohol in my system making me forgot that there were others in this house. Even if I had remembered, I don't think I would have cared.
He kissed and licked at my skin, down to my belly, lower still, where he had to stop because of my pants, but he didn't let this stop him for long. I watched as he undid them, then obeyed the order he gave to raise my hips so he could slid them off.
My arousal freed before his gaze now, he smirked up at me, and I smiled back, the heat to my cheeks doubled from the slight embarrassment. One short lick to the very tip and my head was sent back, my back arching and a low moan coming from the bottom of my throat. He chuckled.
"Eager aren't you?" I didn't answer. I couldn't.
Then he took me in, slowly at first, suckling at the tip before flicking his tongue around my shaft, swallowing it as he began to fuck me with his throat. I gasped, and whimpered, letting out soft little cries as he sucked, my fingers tangled in his hair as I pushed down on his head, begging him silently to go faster. He denied my request and slowed down, leaving me whining for more.
There was more though, and he was going to show me something far better.
He replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking me slowly until I moaned again, relaxing. This wasn't as nice as his mouth, but nice just the same. But his hand didn't stay wrapped around my shaft for long and I gave him a funny look as he  moved it lower, his fingers tickling the spot just behind my balls, then moved to probe the sensitive opening to my body.
I squirmed away out of instinct, crying out in surprise, but a hand on my hip held me down so I wasn't able to move far. He was going to do this to me, and I no longer had any say in the matter.
I tried to relax back against the couch, sighing quietly when his mouth returned to my cock, calming me, and distracting me as his finger pushed in, but not calming me enough. I winced from the pain, closing my eyes tight.
"Relax...let it happen." He mouthed the words quietly, then took my shaft back into his throat, sucking slowly. I forced myself to relax, muscles untensing, and he pushed in further, slipping in another finger to join the first.
Just as I was wondering over why he was doing this to me, I felt my entire body tense again, but not from the pain. It was as if he had hit a button of pleasure, deep inside me and I groaned loudly, shuddering as he rubbed this spot repeatedly, his mouth speeding up, bringing me close.
I nearly screamed as I fell over the edge, coming hard into his mouth, my entire frame shaking with the force of it. He suckled at my shaft until I went soft, then removed his fingers, and sat up, smirking down at me.
This was Rufus ShinRa who had done this to me. Another man, and the president himself at that. I gazed back at him, a small look of wonder on my face, and he nodded, as if acknowledging my thoughts. Yes, it was him who had been my first experience with another man.
I'll never forget that night, nor do I let myself forget even one minor detail from all the other nights I spent with Rufus ShinRa, looking into his ice eyes.

~Angue~