Three Cases (FFVII yaoi, Tseng/Rufus/Reno and variations, Dark #50 All good things) Title: Three Cases Fandom: FFVII Pairing: Reno, Rufus, Tseng. Permute. Theme set and #: Dark Theme, #50 All good things. Disclaimer: Don’t own. Rating: NC17 Summary: Reno wants Rufus. Rufus wants Tseng. Tseng doesn’t want Reno. No, really. Warning: Angst. On everybody’s side. Author’s notes: For sphinxofthenile. Word count: 1751
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The Case of Reno
The air conditioning in the ShinRa building is good. As it’s standard for any building of this size, there are vents big enough for a human to crawl through between the floors. Of course there are, considering the fact that it’s humans who clean them. There’s a direct link between the floor toilet and Rufus’ office. Well, it’s not so much direct as it’s Reno crawling his way through the maze until he found that little gem – right, right, left, right.
He feels like slapping himself for being so pathetic, but most of the times he doesn’t really care.
Or something.
He sits there. His one too many times dislocated shoulder hates the cool air current and his never fully healed knee dislikes the confinement. He sucks it up, bites his lower lip or the inside of his cheek, depends. His eyes, though, are firmly set on the mesh with a view to kill.
Rufus told him to take a break, which meant one thing. That’s why he’s here. That’s why he’s spying. And he can’t, for the life of him, understand why Tseng’s topping this time. What’s even worse, Rufus looks more like he’s enduring instead of enjoying and that confuses the hell out of Reno.
He stares, thinking how, perhaps in some parallel universe, where the world isn’t fucking conspiring against him, he’s the one in that bed, he’s the one on Rufus or under him; in that situation, he couldn’t give a shit.
Reno isn’t stupid. He knows what he sees and his guts are never wrong. Shit, Rufus has had a thing for him for ages now but he also has way more with Tseng for twice as much. Reno has a thing for Rufus about the same time and the fact that Tseng still doubles him in that area too just burns.
Fucking burns.
Rufus whispers something and Tseng lies on his back with Rufus on top. Seeing the muscles on Rufus’ back tense with pleasure as his hips move up and down makes Reno close his eyes. He can’t see Rufus’ face but the green snake on Tseng’s thigh almost pierces through his skull.
It’s just too much, looking at them like that.
He hits himself, palm to the forehead, and his leg slides up front the moment he forgets about keeping it tense. It’s loud, loud enough for the two of them to stop and look around, exchange a glance, but then continue as though nothing happened, dismissing it as standard building noise. It makes Reno snort, though he’s clever enough to suck it up.
He thought Tseng’s smarter than that.
He looks at them again, though, just in time to see Tseng close his eyes as the tendons on his neck appear; just in time to see Rufus’ back arch and his hand freeze on his own cock.
Then, of course, there’s the gentleness, the afterglow, where both of them appear so out of character that Reno fights not to laugh out loud. Rufus relaxes his head on Tseng’s shoulder and Tseng’s fingers leave circular marks on Rufus’ spine.
Reno doesn’t wait that long, though. They’ll get cleaned up and dressed eventually and call him. He’d be in a shit load of trouble if they heard his cell phone ring above their heads. He pulls himself back, biting his lower lip as the flash of pain shoots through his shoulder. He knows he’ll need a warm bath when he gets home.
Or a cold shower. Or both.
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The Case of Tseng
Tseng’s not an idiot. Idiots don’t become the heads of one of the most notorious organizations in the recent history. Well, idiots don’t go around fucking their bosses either, but that’s a completely different story.
He thinks idiots don’t allow others to fuck their lovers too, but what’s done is done.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he says and Rufus pretends he doesn’t hear it.
It hurts. It fucking hurts even though the strawberry hair hides the view but the blush in Reno’s cheeks is enough. When he closes his eyes, it’s almost like Tseng can feel those lips on his cock. It’s almost like he can feel the heat. Almost.
Reno’s long fingers grab Rufus by the hair and pull him up, lips on lips. Instead of his mouth, Rufus makes sure to keep his hand working, making Reno come undone. Even after Reno tries to pull it away, Rufus continues, pushes him to the bed and Reno has to grip enough to hurt.
Rufus blinks and that’s as much reaction he’s going to show in this farce. “What’s the catch?”
“Oh, shit,” Reno says, almost yells, as Rufus pushes in. Tseng feels his fingers burn but it doesn’t stop him for squeezing his fists hard. He’d be shaking, but he’s not.
He’s enjoying the view is all. He’s fucking enjoying it.
“I get to watch.” Tseng zips the coat loudly. Too loudly.
Reno wants to do it doggie style and Rufus closes his eyes so he wouldn’t accidentally glance at Tseng. Not like Tseng would look back. He’s just afraid that this is it, this is over. And eyes say it all.
If only things were as simple as inside his mind.
“Excuse me?” The icy cold voice cracks for just a second.
Rufus loves having legs on his shoulders when he comes. Reno lasts exactly three and a half thrusts before groaning loudly. Too loudly for Tseng’s liking, considering the fact that Rufus is always quiet.
“I’ve seen far too many people destroyed by jealousy,” Tseng says, eyes on the leg of Rufus’ desk. “If I see it, there’s no room for imagination.”
As quietly as ever, Rufus just exhales and arches his back, his fingers leaving yellow marks on Reno’s ass. It takes them both a moment to recuperate and Tseng remains quiet. He doesn’t wish to disturb. Hell, he’d be the happiest if he could just disappear right now. He looks at the door and, yes, he’d probably be able to do it. If he could feel his legs.
Then he feels Rufus looking at him. It’s like ice, burning cold. Freezing. Piercing. Tseng takes a moment to gather himself, to be sure his eyes don’t betray him as he looks back. He sees a small smile on Rufus’ lips. At first it’s happiness. Then gratefulness. Then shame.
Tseng wishes he could say something, make it all better.
The thing is, he doesn’t know if that’s what he wants.
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The Case of Rufus
“I am not your whore, Rufus,” Tseng says. He doesn’t bother to keep his voice respectful. He’s not the bodyguard now. Just a pissed off lover.
“And I was yours?” Rufus isn’t keeping it, either.
The blindfold is as professional as someone with Turk training can make it. The silk scarf around Tseng’s wrists is even better because Rufus isn’t a Turk but a pervert. He double checks the knot before pulling Tseng’s shoulders, before pulling Tseng’s torso into his arms.
“You wanted it.”
“And you fucking allowed it!” Rufus yells and it scares Tseng enough to tense, almost jump. Rufus was always good in turning his blame on others. So good, in fact, that the fact that he sucks so much makes this whole thing above the point of absurd.
It’s the most amazing sight Rufus has ever seen and he has a hard time controlling himself from betraying his role as a backbone of this whole ordeal, in more meanings than one. It didn’t take them long to find all the talents Reno’s got, especially when it comes to his mouth. Must be all the talking.
And it’s fucking gorgeous seeing that blood almost fire spread over the green tattoo on Tseng’s thigh. Fucking gorgeous.
“Is it too much to ask you to consider?” he tries, voice calmer now. He’s himself now. Familiar territory. He steps closer to Tseng and this time Tseng doesn’t pull away.
“I can’t do it,” Tseng says, shakes his head. “I can’t.”
“Why?” Rufus tries, another step into the man’s personal space the size of a cornfield.
Rufus feels the pulse in his own cock and it’s almost, almost, like fucking either of them. At this point it doesn’t matter which one.
Reno pauses, his long fingers wrapped around the base of Tseng’s cock, pale almost pinkish digits cutting the dark curly silk. He smiles, glans still between his teeth, and it would look awkward were it not so hot.
Their eyes meet, two redheads, each on his pole. They don’t need to talk, really. It’s all about Tseng, the way he’s having the time of his life even though being tentative just prior.
Rufus feels like rolling his eyes, slapping his face even. “I know how much this bothers you.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” Tseng cuts him off, sounding lethal but actually being annoyed.
Rufus sighs, tries to keep his voice calm. “I know it seems unconventional,” he starts, then stops, inhales sharply.
They don’t finish Tseng off. Well, Reno doesn’t finish Tseng off. Instead, Rufus removes the blindfold and leaves Tseng to give Reno some much deserved attention. He glances at Tseng, just between sticking two fingers into Reno’s ass and making sure to lick everything else.
It is kind of scary, remembering those brown eyes and the blame in them. Somehow, he hopes not to see that now, though he’s smart enough to expect, be prepared. Or just afraid.
“I can stop any time,” Tseng says, voice all negotiating and serious. “It goes according to my rules and I make them up on the way.”
Rufus smiles. He’s a vicious bastard when it comes to many, but not with Tseng. He knows manipulating would be counterproductive, so he just waits. Some things are worth waiting for. All good things are.
There is anger in those eyes, but it’s not Rufus’ fault. Well, to a point, considering the fact that he tied the knot Tseng’s having a very hard time undoing. Rufus smiles and returns his attention to Reno. He doesn’t need to worry. No way Tseng’s ever getting out of that one.
He relaxes in a half seated position, making sure that Tseng’s a part of the view. Reno slowly, too slowly for necessity and yet not enough for show, sits on him and Rufus hears a groan.
He thinks, at first, it’s Reno, then realizes it’s Tseng. He’s really adamant in escaping the binding.