You Bleed Red (Like Everyone Else) Pt I - Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Rufus, bloody
Someday, Rufus is going to be the boss.
Right now, though, that's not the case. Old Man Shinra is still kicked back behind the President's desk - and if he knew what orders Tseng was giving his son, the Turk wouldn't just be given walking papers; he'd be taking a walk right off the roof. At gunpoint.
But right now, he's still holding the gun. The barrel rides along Rufus' throat in a way that's not quite parallel and not quite perpendicular, and every so often, it butts against the boy's chin.
Boy, hell. Rufus hasn't been a boy in years. He'll always be a boy to Tseng, though - boytoy, fucktoy; something to ride like a bitch. Tseng considers it part of his education - and that's what he'd been hired for, right? Education. Protection.
Sometimes he wonders if he shouldn't be using the latter. There'd been a time when he could be sure there was no one else up the kid's ass, but these days? Rufus is a punk - running the streets of Midgar, picking up whores and dropping in on the dirtiest brothels the city has to offer. Tseng has seen it himself, when he's playing backup in the shadows - and when it's someone else on the brat's tail, the reports fall across his desk anyway.
"So this is how you like it, huh?" Tseng mutters, a hand between Rufus' cheeks. There's just enough lube on his fingers that he'll get in with one good shove, and just enough not there to make it hurt. "Dirty and rough?" He positions the head of his cock and moves his hand out of the way. A roll of his hips drives the rod forward, and Rufus takes it with little more than a teeth-gritted grunt. Yeah, the kid's been fucking around.
"There's the pot telling the kettle it's got a shitty cock," the blond prince retorts. His fingers curl on the floor, trying to grip a carpet that's barely there. Tseng moves the gun just far enough away that when it swings back in, it strikes Rufus' jaw with enough force to leave him reeling. Normally, he wouldn't be so careless. Normally, he wouldn't take the chance of leaving a mark that might lead back to him - but tonight, tonight it's just one more bruise amidst the pride-badges of Rufus' latest brawl.