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Infatuation

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy Seven, Reno, Rufus or Tseng. They belong to Squaresoft *sniffles* But I do own this storyline, in fact some people say it's the only thing I own....

Okies then, this is a NC-17 Yaoi full of bishy and lemony goodness. If you don't like don't read. I'm not gonna listen to flames about how icky it is. It's also a Reno/Rufus, again don't read if you don't like that couple.

It was about time I did a Reno POV so here it is. It's about Reno's infatuation over the Vice President of Shinra Inc. Expect lots of cockiness, I mean it is Reno we're talking about.

Every once in a while I'll goof up, I always do. It would normally be in the middle of a mission. Someone would normally get injured because of it, that person would normally be me.

This time was no exception.

I winced as the nurse yanked the thread she was using to stitch up the gash I had at the back of my head. I glared at her. The glare seemed to have no effect. She just looked at me, mumbling something about me not keep still, which I wasn't.

So I don't like stitches, does anyone?

"Son of a bitch." I swore lightly when she yanked the thread again.

"If you keep still it won't hurt." The nurse grated in annoyance.

I scoffed. "As if I'd believe you." Just to prove her point, she tugged the thread hard, snipping the end with a pair of scissors. I used my glare again. "No wonder everyone's reluctant to come here."

My bad mood didn't seem to effect her, it never did. She probably stitched up a lot of bad tempered people. I know for a fact she'd put up with me more than once. She peeled the latex gloves off her hands, dropping them in the open waste bin.

"Ok your done."

"Finally." I muttered as I jumped off the table. As soon as I stepped out the door, I wish I hadn't.

Tseng was stood leaning against the wall, reprimanding look etched on his face as soon as he saw me.

"How many more times is it going to take you before you learn Reno?" He asked me.

How many times indeed. Me, being the smartarse I am, gave him a witty comment back. "I should imagine another five times at least." I had said it all in good humour, but this is Tseng we're talking about. He just shook his head.

"I told you to stay put."

"Well I didn't wanna." I scowled, nearly pouting like a five year old.

"You're just lucky it was a baseball bat and not a gun." There was nearly humour in that sentence.

I winced slightly. I think he noticed because he turned his head to look at me better. I touched the back of my head lightly as it chose that moment to make it's presence known and throb. "What kind of terrorists use baseball bats anyway?" I muttered more to myself than to my boss.

"I didn't come down here to lecture you. Rufus wants you in his office."

As if my day couldn't get any worse..

It's not that I hate Rufus, I /far/ from hated him, but after a day of getting beat up, moaned at and scowled at, the last person I wanted to see was my infatuation..... Did I say infatuation? I meant........

Damn it.

....Alright, so I'm attracted to the guy. I'll admit it. Actually it was more like lust than a attraction. The man is goddamn beautiful! And it's not very often men get called beautiful, more along the lines of gorgeous or handsome, but not Rufus Shinra. You could go as far as to say he was /perfect/.

Half of me is still wondering why I'm lusting after my goddamn boss, the other is wondering why the fuck I haven't pushed him over his desk and had my way with him yet. I might as well have an angel conscience and a devil conscience sat on each of my shoulders, arguing over who was right.

"Reno?"

I figured I'd been thinking for too long when I heard Tseng's voice again. "Err... yeah I'm going." I answered smoothly, well as smoothly as a jagged cliff. Tseng looked at me as if I'd grown another head. I began to seriously wonder if I had....

"I'll see you tomorrow." Was all he said as he turned down the corridor.

So off to Rufus' office I went. It's a good job I could be a good actor when the time came for it. But still, this is the object of my every sexual desire we're talking about, and ideas always popped into my head at the worst time.

I was at his door far too fast for my liking. I could almost feel the brass plate on the door mocking me. I scowled at it. "Yeah as if you could lust after anyone." It was then I finally realised I'd gone mad. I mean I was talking to a door. I shook my head, finally gave in and knocked. I knew I had to go in there sometime tonight, might as well get it over with.

"Enter." I heard the muffled voice. I let myself sigh and pushed the door open.

And there he was, sat behind his desk, hair a little tousled. I noticed he wasn't wearing the white trench coat he normally wore. It had long been discarded, hanging on the back of the door. It left him with just his black turtle neck on, sleeves rolled up above his elbows. Suddenly, the urge to throw him over his desk grew just that little bit, also with the idea of covering his chest with chocolate sauce, then-

See what I mean?

I swallowed thickly. Ok Reno time for a little self control. Think none sexual thoughts damn it! Heidegger in a two piece doing a striptease act.......... Ok I'm seriously worried about my mental state, because that thought wasn't working. All it succeed in doing was making my shudder. My mind drifted back onto Rufus rather quickly. Maybe it was self consciously there all the time.

"Bad day?" Rufus asked, quaint little smile on his face.

I wondered if he actual meant that question with good intentions or if he was just mocking the tired, bored look I knew I had on my face.

"If you call being hit round the head with a baseball bat a bad day then yeah." I snapped more than I actually wanted to. Stupid headache. I heard him laugh gently.

"Yeah I heard about that."

I looked at him a bit puzzled. I was one hundred and one percent certain that he had asked me up here to have a go at me for fucking up. It wasn't an irregular occurrence. Rufus would never go off on one like Heidegger always did. Most of the time he seemed amused by it even though he was telling me not to do whatever I'd done again.

"I was going to reprimand you for it, but I thought you'd get enough from Tseng and fat bastard." He answered in reply to the look. "Though I'd call you up here to get you away from them."

Okay, Rufus had never done /that/ before. He'd always left me to fend for myself before taking his turn himself. I wanted to know why, but my ego would never let me ask that straight out.

"What? You think I can't take them or something?" I asked, making sure there was humour in my voice.

"If you tried to kick Heidegger in the stomach, you'd just bounce back off."

"You know, I've tried that before. I bounced off his stomach and straight through the wall of his office. Didn't half piss him off as well." I joked. Of course that had never happened. You think I have a death wish? I listened to him laugh again. The guy could stand to laugh a little more. He actually looked happy when he laughed, something you kinda don't see much with Rufus. He looked at me for a moment, then slammed down the lid of the laptop he had on his desk.

"Want to come back to my place for a drink? You could do with one."

I blinked. I blinked several times in fact. Did he just ask me back to his place? I must be mistaken. I mean, he'd never ask /me/ to his place would he? I realised he was waiting for an answer.

"You sure? I mean I'd just drink all your booze." You just gotta love me and my witty comments. I never give anyone a straight answer.

"It's not like I'd have trouble replacing it." He flicked his hair back the way he does and pushed himself out the chair.

I so see myself doing something stupid tonight, I mean that's just me all over isn't it?

"So what do you want? I have....... wait.... I have beer, beer, more beer and some red wine that looks like it's been open for a decade."

After some more amusing comments involving me drinking of all things, we went up to his place. His place was more like a collection of rooms on the fifty-fifth floor of the tower. It was exactly what I expected of him, large and expensive looking. Including the huge flat seventy two inch screen television that hung on the wall. You know, if I didn't spend all my money on booze, booze and more booze I'd be able to afford something like that. I don't see it happening though.

"I'll have beer, never liked the taste of wine anyway."

I saw the bottle fly at me from the corner of my eye. I caught it with my left hand. I gotta thank these reflexes of mine I have, or I'd be picking out glass shards from my head for the rest of the night. I suppose he wouldn't have done that if he didn't know I'd catch it though. He opened his own beer and then threw the bottle open at me. Not that I needed one, but I'd like to save my teeth tonight.

"So what happened to that terrorist group you were supposed to get rid of tonight." He asked.

Ah yes start with the topic I didn't want to talk about. My head was still thumping, probably would do for the next few days at least. Never been the kinda person to take paracetamol.

"We got rid of them if that's what you're asking." I answered in a tone that would hopefully get us off the subject. Obviously Rufus either a, didn't want to, or b, bluntly ignored the silent pled in my voice.

"Couldn't have been that hard, I mean they did use baseball bats." He smiled smugly. Geeze sometimes I could really hate the guy. Turning my misfortune into his amusement. Kinda reminds me of myself.....

"Oh har har. What kind of fucking terrorist use baseball bats anyway. Dumbasses." Of course I didn't stop there. "Can't we talk about something else?" Thought I'd deflate my ego a little bit by showing that he was getting to me. It worked though, he did shut up about it. He also didn't talk for nearly five minutes. The room dropped into this deathly silence. I was tempered to make a noise, just to show myself I hadn't gone deaf.

"What do you want to talk about then?" Rufus asked, a little put off by my mood. You see, this bad mood I had let myself fall into wasn't lifting. As a result I was taking it out on him. Maybe it was a bad idea to come up here? "Reno?" I heard him ask. I shook my head and looked at him. "You alright?" I caught the underlying tone of actual concern in that sentence.

"I'm fine." Translation, I'm not ok but leave it. When people say they're fine, they don't mean it. I watched as he raised one eyebrow.

"You're far from fine Reno, what's up?" Obviously he knew that as well. I scoffed slightly.

"Why'd you care?" Gotta love how I always manage to put my own foot in my mouth. I have a talent for it.

"You're my friend aren't you? Of course I care." Rufus drained the rest of the beer from his bottle and stood up. "Want another one?"

It was then I realised I hadn't even had a drink out the bottle yet. I shrugged to myself, since he had his back to me, and downed the whole bottle in one go. "Sure." Maybe getting drunk would lift my bad mood.....

This time instead of throwing the bottle, he brought it up to me. He then sat himself down on the couch next to me, instead of in the chair he was sat in before. I had to stifle the urge to shift in my seat uncomfortably.

"You can tell me what's wrong if you want. I won't tell anyone."

I sighed. "It's nothing Rufus. Just a mount up of having a bad day then a headache to top it off." Stuck for anything else to do when I felt him staring at me, I drunk the bottle of beer whole again. As I put the empty glass on the table, he was still staring. I decided to take a chance and look at him. He actually looked concerned, kinda freaked me out a little. "What?" I scoffed.

"Keep drinking like that and you're gonna get pissed really quickly."

"Like I care." I seriously didn't want to be in a bad mood, but I couldn't help it at all. But Rufus, Vice President of Shinra Inc Rufus had been in worse mood than I was in right now, for a lot longer. So evidently my mood wasn't even throwing him off the slightest now. He shrugged one shoulder.

"Whatever. You want another one then?" He didn't wait for my answer, he just got up and walked into his kitchen. For a split second I thought about leaving when he had his back turned. Surprisingly I found myself wanting to leave so I didn't ruin any chance I had with the man what so ever. Unfortunately, he came back before I could make myself move. He opened the bottle for me himself, then gave it me. I stared at it weirdly for a moment, then snatched it and drained the bottle in one go yet again.

Normally, it would take more than three bottles for me to feel tipsy, but today was far from normal. One, I was drinking them down in one go, which surprisingly I don't normally do, I actually like the taste of beer. And two I was letting myself get drunk. My bad mood faded just that little bit. I actually smiled at the man.

"So hows you day been? I've had enough talking about my shitty one."

"Probably no better than yours." He muttered, scowling slightly. Ok, so that was a bad topic. At least we'd both had shitty days. We fell silent yet again.

These silences were beginning to get weird. I mean, it wasn't like the first time I'd hung around with Rufus Shinra. We'd normally goof around, go for a drink in a bar on the plate somewhere. But right now, I felt like I didn't know the guy. I took to staring at my reflection in the empty beer bottle.

"You know," Rufus started, "I've known you for a long time and I don't know silly things like when your birthday is or who your first girlfriend was."

The thing is, he was right. I just shrugged and reeled off the answer to the first question. "December thirteenth." He saw the look on his face like he didn't understand what I was saying. "My birthday." I elaborated for him. He made a small 'o' with his mouth and nodded his head.

"What about first girlfriend?" He asked. Now that was a question and a half. I'd never actually had a girlfriend, more like casual whores who'd do me a favour once in a while. Never a girlfriend, since I'd always preferred men anyway. I did have a boyfriend once but............... Oh what the hell. I swallowed thickly and answered him.

"Never had a girlfriend." I stopped, swallowed again, wishing I hadn't finished off that beer earlier. He was looking at me, as if he knew I hadn't finished. "I had a boyfriend once though." He didn't even look surprised. He just casually took a sip of his beer.

"What was his name?"

"Craig." I offered without really thinking about it.

"What happened?"

I wasn't used to having conversations like this with Rufus. We'd normally just moan about how boring work was, slag some of the other staff off. We never asked personal questions like this. I actually found myself wanting to answer them, just so I could ask him the same questions back.

"Just drifted apart. I was a prick mostly." Which was completely true, except for the fact that the guy had drifted the rest of the way when I told him I got a job as a Turk. Apparently, there are people that don't like us that much

"Dropped you like a stone when you became a Turk right?" He asked like he already knew. I just nodded slightly.

"What about you?" It was then I realised I didn't actually know which way Rufus swung. Yeah so I was lusting after the guy, I didn't actually know if he liked men or not.

"Boyfriend." He answered. "Nate his name was."

Well that answered that question for me. The imaginary little guy I have in my head was jumping up and down for joy.

"I was a prick too." He finished off, expecting I was gonna ask what happened, which I wanted to, but I didn't want to pry. Heh yeah, Reno not wanting to pry, what is the world coming to?

"Would you look at that, we're both pricks." I answered jokingly, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.

"If we're both prick we may as well date each other, then we can be pricks together." Rufus joked. Well it sounded like he was joking anyway. He stared at me to look at my reaction.

I never expected him to come out with /that/.

"Heh, yeah, why not." I answered weakly.

Before I knew it, Rufus had leaned over and place his lips hungrily on mine. I was shocked at first. For the first three seconds of the kiss, I didn't do anything at all. I felt him pull back a little, as if he was going to stop. The little functioning part of brain shouted 'No!', and finally I kissed back.

There was only two words to sum it up; holy shit!

I never knew something as simple as a kiss could be so goddamn arousing.

He broke the kiss all too soon. I groaned in frustration and he just gave me a smirk.

"Guess you liked that then?"

I just growled with annoyance, making him laugh. I'm glad he found this funny, at least one of us had to. I gave him a impish grin of my own and pulled him closer to me by his sweater. He stopped himself about an inch away from my face. I could feel his breath on my skin. He smirked again.

"Guess you want me to do that again then?" He asked me in a whispered.

He didn't need to ask me twice. I weaved my head around the back of his head, and pushed him the last inch. This kiss was hungrier than the last. I didn't even think it was possible till now. He pushed me down lightly, until the back of my head touched the arm rest...

..Then I shot up like my pants were on fire.

"Shit. Damn it. Fuck." Was about all my foggy brain could say at the moment. You know how I said I always do something stupid; well this was one of those times.

"Reno? What's wrong?" I heard him ask. I ignored him for a minute, while trying to will my head to stop thumping. "Reno?"

"It's not your fault." I told him. I moved my head to the back of my head, gingerly touching where I had had stitches a few hours earlier. Of all the times to look stupid. I felt him move my hand out the way to have a look himself. He chuckled just lightly. Probably glad of the fact that it wasn't his fault or anything. I know I'd chuckle if I was him.

He kissed next to the gash with gentleness I thought would be beyond him. Then he kissed my earlobe, sucking on it slightly. I heard myself groan. It was like I couldn't control my own voice anymore. Finally he planted a kiss on my lips again. It was a soft kiss at first, until I wouldn't let it be any longer.

I could almost see the desire built up in his eyes as he looked at me. He just gave me another grin and kissed me again. Our tongues tangled together. I found myself trying to savour the taste of him. He pushed me back down on the couch again. I managed to remind myself, somewhere in between all the pleasure I was getting, not to rest my head on the arm rest. Sure my neck would ache, but it'd be worth it.

Rufus' hands wandered to the buttons of my shirt. My jacket was long gone. If I remember rightly, it's still in the infirmary wing somewhere. Not that I care about that right now. I watched him pause and look up at me.

"You want this right?"

Was that a trick question? After all this time he asks me now. I gave him a weird look.

"Of course I do." I told him. "Why ask me now?" He just shrugged indifferently and carried on. I would have asked him again if he didn't choose that moment to tease my nipple with his tongue. I hiss with pleasure. I felt him smile against my skin. He moved further up my chest, licking my collarbone, unconsciously, or knowing him consciously, grounding him hip against my groin.

"Ah shit!" I gasped. He heard him chuckle. Just for effect, he ground against me again. I gave an undignified yelp as I arched my back a little. His hand pushed me back down as it trailed down my chest, past my abdomen, slightly stroking the growing bulge in my pants.

"Rufus.." I tried to whispered, ended up coming out as a hiss. He didn't seem to need anymore encouragement. He promptly undid the buckle on my trousers, slowing down when he got to the zipper. He looked up at me for a split second, before pulling it down. It didn't take much longer for them to be off altogether. My boxers soon followed.

Rufus stopped for a few moments, looking at me as if he was taking in a sight. He then grinned and bent down, licking the top of my shaft. I shut my eyes tight, willing myself to be quiet, for reasons beyond me. I ended up whimpering instead. Taking it as a cue, he offered me a lazy smile before taking me all the way in.

I shut my eyes tighter, if it was even possible, trying to block out every other thought in my brain and just concentrating on the sensation Rufus was giving me. He was being slow and hypnotic, almost teasing like. I made myself open my eyes slightly to see him looking at me, his hair hung over his eyes. He had that devious look in his eyes. With that, he stopped at the tip and playfully licked around the top. My breath hitch a little, making me breathe heavier when I eventually made my body take in air again.

"Shit..... I'm..." Was about the only warning I could groan. The pang at the pit of my groin growing by the second. I was almost expecting him to stop, but he didn't. If anything he went faster.

I think I did something between a gasp and a garbling sound when I came. Either way, I wasn't paying attention to anything around me anymore as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. Every muscle in my body twitched. My back arched off the couch. I think the back of my head hit the arm rest again, but this time I didn't care.

And then it was over. I let my back touch the sofa again as I breathed heavily. Rufus let go of my length and sat up, smirking from ear to ear. I made myself swallow some air so I could attempt to say something to him. I didn't say anything. I just laid there for ages, trying to make my breathing slow down.

That smirk of his just made me want to show him what I could do in return. So I virtually pounced on him. My smirk got wider when he yelped in surprise.

I pinned him down to the couch by his shoulder and bent down to give him a bruising kiss. My hands slid under his jumper, curling my finger tips around the edges. I began to put it off and he held up his arms without me having to tell him. One swift movement and the jumper was on the floor.

I nipped lightly at his neck, making him sigh. Me, being the impatient guy I am, let my hand travel slowly towards the buckle on his trousers. I went slightly past it and trailed my finger along the bulge. He groaned. Deciding he'd waited long enough, I undid the buckle and zip in record time. Trousers and pants quickly joined the jumper on the floor. He gasped as I lightly trailed my finger along his arousal.

I'm guessing he was really just as impatient as I was, because as soon as the words, "I.. want.. you.." came out of his mouth, he pushed me onto my back again. We kissed again, tongues danced together. He ran his tongue along my teeth as I groaned into his mouth. He pulled away and bent down to pick something up off the floor. After rummaging around in his pant pockets for a few minute, he found the little bottle of oil he was looking for. Then it clicked.

He'd had this planned all the time.

I gave him a questioning look. He laughed nervously.

"Would you believe me...... if I said I always carry it around with me?" He told me, he gave a nervous cough in the middle of the sentence. I just kept looking at him. God it felt so good to make him squirm.

"How about a no?" I told him. This time he really did squirm. I hid my smile.

"Ok so I wanted you alright? I've wanted you for god knows how long. Now shut up." Just to enforce his point, he shut me up by kissing me with urgency. He ended the kiss, but hovered above my face still.

"I'm only teasing you." I gave in. A nervous cough of my own ripped through my throat. "I want you too." I whispered huskily near his ear.

He trailed a oil slick finger from the tip of my half erect length, right down to my crack, lingering there for a moment. I groaned in frustration, and then he slow pushed one finger into me.

No matter how many times I'd done this, it still felt different to begin with, until I'd stop my heart from beating like my body had done two marathons and made myself relax. He left his finger still for a while. I sighed as a mark for him to carry on and he did just that. Soon a second finger joined the first. I was so caught up in the sensation that when he removed them both, I whimpered quietly.

"Oh hush you big baby." I heard him say. I opened my eyes, that I didn't even realise I had closed until now, and stared at him. Well, more like glared. He laughed at me. I don't think I've ever heard Rufus Shinra laugh so much in my life. I kinda like it this way.

Without another word, he pushed his length into me. I tried to catch my breath in one huge gulp of air. I ended up trying to swallow a whole lot of air. He pushed further into me then stopped. I closed my eyes lightly and moaned. He took it as a sigh to carry on. He pulled out with tantalising slowness. He stopped again, just for a split second, before thrusting into me. A pang of pleasure flowed through me as I hissed.

I watched as he grabbed hold of my now erect shaft and ran a finger down it. He thrust into me again, the pang grew in intensity just that little bit. I sighed with contentment.

It carried on for a while, before he froze altogether. I watched as every muscle in his body tensed as he whispered my name. I felt warm liquid poured into me. He tighten his grip around my length and tugged it a few times then I came with him. It was the most heavenly pleasure to have ever racked my body ever. Blood pounded in my ears as I shouted out his name. Again wave after wave of bliss hit me.

I didn't exactly believe I'd be doing this tonight, but for heaven itself I wouldn't change it for anything.

I had my eyes closed. Rufus was curled up near me, his head on my chest. Everytime he breathed, it hit my sweaty skin, nearly making me shiver everytime. I don't think I've ever felt so content in my life. He shuffled slightly, yawning against his hand. He tilted his head and looked at me through sleepy eyes.

"Reno?"

"Hmmm?" I answered absently, reliving the nights passion through my head.

"You'll stay here all night won't you?" He asked, his voice more timid than I'd ever heard in my life.

I didn't answer straight away. My foggy brain was trying to work around his words. He wanted me to stay with him. He almost sounded like he needed it. I swallowed thickly, hoping he didn't notice.

"Sure." I answered. I sure as hell didn't want to leave now.

"Thank you." He murmured, before bring one hand up. dragging the throw that had been on the back of the couch and covering us both with it. I wasn't going to argue. I didn't want to move from this position either.

I listened as he fell asleep, his breath in long rhythmical sighs.

For some reason I was more awake now than I'd ever been in my life. He actually wanted me to stay. Maybe he................ nah. He couldn't love me, could he?

I stared at him some more. It was like I could never get enough of him. I finally ripped my eyes away from him and closed them, taking a long deep breath.

Maybe it was more than an infatuation......

Lindz ~ 4th - 6th April