Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Part I : Desire ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Possession

Pairing: Sephiroth/Tseng

Description: Pre-Nibelheim, four parts. Request piece for Margyy. He only wanted him to know whom he belonged to. And in the end, he realized that he never knew what he had, until it was gone.

Warning: M/M, Character Death, Lemon, SM, Anal, Oral, Language, Angst, Bondage

Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from the writing of this fic. Square-Enix has that honor.

 

Part One - Desire

 

I am loved... but I hate it.

I've been dragged... but I'll break it.

Here's your curse... let me take it.

 

His back hit the wall with enough force to knock the breath out of him, his mouth falling open to emit a gasp. He barely even recognized the sound of a picture frame crashing to the floor as he bounced forward. But before he could move even an inch, a body was instantly covering his, pressing him up further against the wall behind him.

 

A mouth, warm and possessive, dipped over his and an insouciant tongue shoved inside. Fingers tightened on Tseng's shoulders as he groaned into the kiss, arousal fluttering up and down his spine.

 

He arched forward, his entire body shuddering with desire as his hands frantically dove forward, seeking Sephiroth's clothes. He pulled and tugged with little gentility as his mouth was devoured, the sharp and bitter taste of blood flooding his senses. The warm body pressed further up against his, a knee slipping between his legs and nudging the hardened cock straining against his pants.

 

They couldn't get their clothes off fast enough. Leather clung to skin already sticky with sweat, movements were frantic, a desperate search for release...

 

Tseng's fingers worked quickly, almost clumsily as he unbuckled Sephiroth's pants, shoving them down to the floor and revealing a hardened shaft, already glistening at the tip with precum. His hand unerringly wrapped around the warm length, fingers sliding over silken skin and stroking him roughly. Sephiroth rolled his hips, seeking that much more of Tseng's glove-softened touch.

 

Sephiroth's tongue stabbed inside of Tseng's mouth with little precedence before suddenly trailing away, his lips and teeth finding the tanned column of the Turk's neck. He began to mark, leaving thin lines of reddish bruising behind, not that either man cared. Fingers danced along Sephiroth's cock, sending sparks of pleasure drizzling down his spine.

 

One of his own free hands moved to his pants, quickly undoing a zipper that was all too stubborn for Tseng's liking and abruptly shoving his Turk-issued dark slacks to the floor. They pooled at his feet, unhindered by shoes kicked off a long time ago. Sephiroth's hand groped at his chest, fingers gripping tightly to the front of his chest and ripping the buttons from his shirt.

 

They clattered to the floor, adding a cacophony of sounds to the rhythm of panting and moaning. Pale fingers spread over the Turk's muscled chest, plucking at a flattened, dusky nipple that pebbled quickly under his touch. He pinched and rolled the hardened nub as Tseng groaned, his head falling back to the wall with a quiet thunk.

 

Tseng's hips jerked forward desperately, his aching cock seeking some sort of stimulation and finding it in Sephiroth's own naked arousal. Already slippery by copious amounts of precum, their sexes slid together, sending tingles of pleasure racing through their bodies. Sephiroth growled, nipping roughly on Tseng's neck before dropping one of his hands to the Turk's wonderfully rounded backside. He gripped onto the flesh tightly before pulling upwards with his greater SOLDIER strength, easily lifting him.

 

Immediately, the Turk's legs wrapped around his waist, positioning the leaky member all too knowingly at Tseng's puckered entrance.

 

“No lube,” Sephiroth muttered as Tseng stroked a hand over his shaft, spreading his precum liberally.

 

Silver eyes rolled. “Don't care,” Tseng groaned in return, his other hand sliding around Sephiroth's back to tangle in long strands of pale hair just shades lighter than the General's skin. “Just fuck me.” He gripped tightly to Sephiroth's hair, pulling the man's head backwards and meshing their lips together with little ceremony.

 

Sephiroth's fingers flexed on Tseng's hips moments before he readily complied, snapping his hips forward and burying his member deep inside his lover. Tseng's back arched with the pain of the sudden penetration but he refused to vocalize his discomfort, merely clenched his fingers in Sephiroth's hair. It hurt, with no preparation and barely any lubrication, almost as if he were being split into two but it was nothing he hadn't endured before.

 

It was nothing he didn't crave to suffer.

 

The General gave him no time for adjustment either, pulling back just to the slight flaring of the head before quickly pressing even deeper within. Without his consent, a growl echoed in Tseng's throat and he broke away from Sephiroth's mouth with a snarled curse, “Fuck...”

 

Sephiroth smirked. “That's the idea.” His other hand slid down the Turk's body, stopping to roughly twist a nipple before moving to settle on Tseng's other hip. He snapped his hips forward again, pleasure spiking through him as Tseng's tight channel gripped him mercilessly.

 

“Bastard,” Tseng hissed through clenched teeth. “You don't--ungh!”

 

Fingers tightened on his hips as Sephiroth drove upwards, his cock sliding along Tseng's prostate with unerring accuracy. Stabs of pleasure shot through Tseng's body, overriding the pain that still lingered. Sephiroth pressed closer to him as he began a relentless pace, shoving him against the wall with enough force that Tseng was sure he would have a bruise tomorrow.

 

“I don't... what was that? I missed it,” Sephiroth mocked, dipping his head to scrape his teeth along Tseng's neck. The Turk shuddered at the mild pain, especially when the wet tongue followed its path, soothing over the raised red lines that were quickly developing.

 

His veins throbbed and pulsed, heat suffusing his body and pooling in his belly. The sound of their flesh slapping filled the air, the heavy musk of sex accompanying it. Tseng's own neglected arousal rubbed against Sephiroth's abdomen but it simply wasn't enough stimulation.

 

He quickly snaked his hand between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around his own cock and stroking himself in time to the vigorous pace that Sephiroth had set. Sephiroth's hands squeezed tighter on his hips as he picked Tseng up, only to slam him back down on his cock, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from the Turk. The thick arousal probed along his prostrate with unerring accuracy and Tseng's body began to tingle with the oncoming orgasm.

 

Precum slithered out of Tseng's cock, coating his fingers and easing his stroking. A shudder of pleasure reverberated through him, causing him to clench down on the cock in his ass. Sephiroth groaned, shoving him harder against the wall as he snapped his hips repeatedly. He could already feel the surge of impending release inside of him.

 

“Harder,” Tseng gasped out, thumb sliding over the slit in head of his sex. His fingers tightened on his shaft, squeezing as he sought his release.

 

Sephiroth grunted, biting down with little ceremony on Tseng's neck and leaving a half-moon circle of marks in his wake.

 

The smell of sex filtered through their senses, sweat dotting skin of nearly opposite shades. Sephiroth raised his head, covering Tseng's mouth with his own and stabbing his tongue inside, a mimicry of the relentless pounding he was giving the Turk's ass. Their bodies thumped against the wall, a hollow rhythm that was probably audible to those out in the hall.

 

Not that Tseng cared. No one would dare knock on Sephiroth's door and inquire about the noise. Few dared to even inquire into the General's business. Their relationship as fuck buddies was kept on a discreet, secretive basis, and with Sephiroth's position, it was all that much more easier.

 

Pale skin was hot against his, almost burning, consuming him with desire. Sephiroth's mouth clamped down on Tseng's, forcing the Turk's tongue into his mouth and sucking on it, nearly depriving him of his ability to breathe. A growl gurgled in Tseng's chest, a rumble of pleasure that vibrated throughout his entire body as his back slammed into the wall over and over.

 

It was how he wanted it, how he needed it. And Sephiroth was the only one who could provide it for him. It had been that way from day one, when they had first stumbled into each other's beds for what was supposed to be a one-night stand. Somehow it had progressed into more, quick little fucks here and there, a fuck buddy relationship that wasn't supposed to be anything more. For two men like them, things such as romance were out of the question. They were implausible, impossible... weak emotions that had no place in ShinRa's service.

 

Tseng's hand tightened around his cock as he felt his orgasm rippling through him, shockwaves of pleasure pulsating throughout his entire body. He gasped into Sephiroth's mouth, nearly biting down on the man's tongue as he tensed and released. Warm semen spilled all over his hand and Sephiroth's abdomen. The General grunted as clenching muscles constricted around him almost impossibly tight.

 

He thrust even harder into Tseng, hands flexing on the Turk's hips and dropping him roughly onto his aching cock. Tseng broke away from the kiss, his head falling back as a sharp groan escaped his mouth, his free hand yanking ruthlessly on long silver strands. The brief flash of pain was enough to send Sephiroth over the edge.

 

He growled as he spilled himself deep inside of Tseng, leaving fingerprints on the man's hips and slamming him into the wall. Blood rushed in his ears, a flush of warmth spreading throughout his entire body as he shuddered. The Turk felt so damn good, gripping heat quivering around his cock.

 

Panting for breath, Tseng peeled his eyes open, a smirk on his lips. He squirmed a bit in Sephiroth's hold, pleased to find that despite having just released, the man was still half-hard. A surge of desire spiked through him seconds before Sephiroth's mouth fell over his, blazing hot and demanding.

 

Hands released Tseng's buttocks, letting his legs slide to the floor as Sephiroth slipped out of his body. The Turk could feel evidence of the other's release sliding down his legs but ignored it for the minute. Temporarily letting Sephiroth dictate things, he quickly pulled off the rest of his tattered shirt and reached to push off the rest of Sephiroth's clothes.

 

A tongue stabbed into his mouth and Tseng groaned heartily. A hand slipped around his body, shamelessly groping his ass. As the fingers slid towards his hidden entrance, Tseng suddenly growled and surged forward. He pushed the startled General to the floor with a loud thud, giving the other man no time to retaliate before he was straddling him.

Desire surged up in him again, stronger than before, as mako green eyes flashed with want. His hands ran over Sephiroth's muscled abdomen, leaving streaks of his spent seed in their wake. Tseng dipped his head, teeth firmly latching onto a pink nipple and biting down roughly. An answering rumble echoed in Sephiroth's chest as his half-hard cock jumped where it was nestled between Tseng's buttocks. Tseng ground down on the ivory column of flesh, a smirk breaking out on his lips as Sephiroth hissed in pleasure.

 

He ached for more, there was a burning desire consuming him on the inside and it seemed only Sephiroth could quench the flames. He hungrily devoured the man's flesh, leaving visible marks in the pale skin that would remain for days. Sephiroth reached around him, shoving two fingers into Tseng's bruised entrance. He curled the digits, searching for the Turk's prostate.

 

He knew he had found it when Tseng suddenly arched his back, fingers digging into Sephiroth's skin. The Turk panted and slid his tongue upwards, burying his face in Sephiroth's neck. The overwhelming scent of the General washed over him as he dragged his teeth over the flesh in front of him. Red marks were left in his wake, his hips snapping backwards into the intrusions. Stabs of pleasure shivered down his spine as blood began to rush southwards.

 

The General's free hand snaked around Tseng's body as well and with no preamble, smacked his palm against the rounded flesh. The sharp snap echoed in the silence of the room as Tseng moaned, his body rocking backwards to meet each thrust of Sephiroth's fingers over his prostrate. The heat in the room was nearly scorching.

 

“You moan so appealingly,” Sephiroth murmured, unable to resist the urge to smack Tseng's ass once more, feeling the flesh warm beneath his touch.

 

Irritation immediately surged to life with Tseng. “I'm not a woman,” he ground out through clenched teeth, raising his head to glare daggers at the other man. Silvery eyes burned with annoyance.

 

Sephiroth chuckled, rolling his hips upwards to slide his leaking arousal over Tseng's rapidly hardening cock. “But it's true,” he replied as he smoothly eased in a third finger, twisting them inside Tseng's body. The bruised flesh tightened instinctively, and Sephiroth's groin tightened with the thought of soon being buried within the clamping channel.

 

“When I do this,” he continued, curving his fingers and rubbing them without pause over Tseng's prostrate. An answering moan resulted from the Turk as his fingers scraped at the floor. “You make the most arousing sounds.”

 

“Fucking-- nngh,” Tseng panted, but his words were lost as his hips began to pick up the rhythm of Sephiroth's fingers, rocking backwards to meet each twitch. It wasn't enough; however, he wanted to feel the other man inside of him. He forgot his retort, eyelids shuttering over his eyes.

 

Smack!

 

Another loud slap echoed in the room as Sephiroth swiped his palm over Tseng's ass before smoothing his hand over the reddening cheeks. “Beg me for it,” he suddenly uttered cruelly, green eyes smoldering with want. “Beg me to fuck you into the floor.”

 

“Bastard,” Tseng hissed, rocking his hips forward and sliding their straining arousals together, flesh slippery as precum seeped from the heads. “You know I won't,” he spat.

 

The General's hand released the reddened flesh of his ass and shifted upwards, tangling pale fingers in Tseng's hair as he tore the small band holding it back out and tossing it aside. Dark strands cascaded into the Turk's face before Sephiroth got a grip on a good portion of them. He jerked the man's head downwards, bringing their faces incredibly close and their lips in range.

 

Warm breath brushed across Tseng's lips. “You will,” Sephiroth taunted before he bit down on the lower bit of flesh, drawing blood.

 

One of Tseng's hands found its way to Sephiroth's upper arm, curling tightly around the bicep. “I won't—nngh... shit.” His words were lost on a moan, his fingers digging tightly into Sephiroth's skin and leaving half-moon marks behind.

 

“Such a dirty mouth,” Sephiroth chastised as he withdrew his fingers from the clamping heat. Tseng made a noise of protest until his hands moved to grope a neglected scrotum.

 

Dragging his fingers over Tseng's balls, he lightly cupped the tightening flesh before dancing them over Tseng's cock. He slipped his hand between their bodies, curling his fingers around the other man's sex. Pulling Tseng's head down to meet his, he thrust his tongue into the other man's mouth as he allowed Tseng to rock into the tunnel formed by his fist.

 

Tseng's body moved sinuously above his, continuing the dance of power and pleasure that they always seemed to be wrapped up in when around each other. The Turk was truly an arousing creature, amber flesh stretched over shifting muscle, elegant movements like a great cat. Silvery eyes flashed with determination, lips pulled into a stern expression. Truly a worthy opponent for one such as Sephiroth.

 

Not to mention he submitted so beautifully, but never without a fight of which Sephiroth enjoyed immensely.

 

Sephiroth swiped his tongue around Tseng's mouth before suddenly withdrawing from the kiss and releasing Tseng's cock from his hand at the same time. “Say it, Tseng,” he demanded, a hint of command to his voice.

 

“Dammit,” Tseng hissed, glaring fiercely at Sephiroth. He fought against the hands in his hair, dipping his head downwards to latch his lips around a nipple once more. He laved the flesh with his tongue, nibbling roughly as his free hand found its way to Sephiroth's other nipple. He twisted it callously.

 

Sephiroth grunted and yanked ruthlessly on the dark hair wrapped around his fingers, willing to battle it out to the end. Desire surged through him, his arousal only increasing with every bit of fight. Tseng lowered his hips, grinding down in circular motions against the General's seeping sex. Their cocks glided over one another, slick and heated.

 

A muttered curse escaped the General's lips and he unconsciously pulled on Tseng's hair, his free hand settling on Tseng's hip and squeezing it directly over his marks from earlier. A flash of pain shot through Tseng and he gasped, but did not relent.

 

“Say it, Tseng,” Sephiroth repeated, his tone low and sensual.

 

Silver eyes flashed with both desire and determination, causing Sephiroth's blood to surge. “Fuck you,” Tseng snarled, curses falling from his cultured tone even more arousing to the General.

 

With a smirk curling across his lips, Sephiroth suddenly surged upwards, his greater than normal strength flipping their bodies with ease. Tseng's back hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud, his head smacking into the ground and stunning him for a moment. It was a second long enough for Sephiroth to settle between his legs and grab his arms with one hand, encircling both tanned wrists with nimble fingers.

 

He pinned Tseng's arm above his head, placing his other hand against the ground next to Tseng's chest for balance. Perched above Tseng, Sephiroth took the moment to admire the flush of arousal spreading across the Turk's body. Tseng moved beneath him, straining against his strength and causing strands of dark hair to sweep across his forehead, catching on the sweat that dotted his face. A pink tongue darted out to lick across lips reddened and bruised from their earlier kisses, a few drops of blood caught on Tseng's chin where Sephiroth had bitten his lip earlier.

 

Sephiroth growled, a surge of arousal shooting straight to his cock. There was something incredibly alluring about the Turk, especially in such a position and his desire simply skyrocketed. His fingers tightened around Tseng's wrists even as the man gave a token tug, only half attempting to get away. They both knew that his efforts were merely part and parcel to the game.

 

Smug, Sephiroth leaned down and dragged his tongue over the Turk's exposed throat, lapping up a thin trail of salty sweat. “You know that I can make this last all night if I wanted to,” he purred, breath warm and moist as it puffed against Tseng's skin. Tseng shivered, a low moan escaping his mouth before he could stop it.

 

His cock nudged at Tseng's stretched entrance, tormenting the Wutaiian with a penetration that wasn't coming. The leaking head teased the bruised muscle, sending ripples of need down Tseng's spine.

 

Being restrained only added to the desperate craving. The damn bastard knew all of his weak spots and even though he hated it, Tseng also knew he would eventually submit. It was the same each time and if he didn't enjoy it so damn much, it might have actually bothered him.

 

But that was the thing about Sephiroth. Any control Tseng might have had flew out the window. It was impossible for him to keep up his impassive mask, impossible for him to deny every aching need inside of him. And when a hot tongue traced over the sensitive spot in the hollow of his jaw, right beneath his ear, an embarrassing whimper of need rumbled in his chest.

 

“Just do it,” Tseng demanded, his voice slightly hoarse as he arched his back, his own cock leaking copious amounts of precome. His body was trembling with the need to be taken, to be given pleasure and his arms strained against Sephiroth's hold despite the fact he had no real desire to escape.

 

“Do what?” Sephiroth questioned, dragging his lips downwards to encircle a dusky nipple. His teeth tugged on the peaked flesh, Tseng's own unique flavor filling his senses. He never could quite explain it.

 

Tseng growled in annoyance. Sephiroth was being difficult on purpose. And the irritation only grew as Sephiroth's cock pressed at his entrance, applying only a minimal pressure before backing out again. The teases were maddening and a noise of frustration escaped him before he could stop it. He couldn't take it anymore.

 

“Fuck me,” he moaned, panting as a thin sheen of sweat dotted his body. Even the carpet beneath him was beginning to feel slightly damp as his wrists twitched in Sephiroth's hold. His legs slid up around Sephiroth's waist, forcing the man's cock to slide along the crease of his buttocks.

 

Sephiroth groaned, his penis throbbing with the desire to be deep inside of Tseng. He was done with his teasing, his own becoming unbearable. Without any warning, he thrust deep inside of Tseng, immediately pushing himself to the hilt.

 

“F—fuck!” Tseng choked out on the tail end of a moan, eyelids fluttering over his eyes as he arched into the thrust.

 

Muscles clenching around him, his cock encased in gripping heat, Sephiroth's eyes darkened with lust. He raked his gaze over the sight of Tseng's bowed body, muscles straining beneath tanned flesh. Desire flooded through him as Tseng panted, mouth falling open in pleasure.

 

Sephiroth pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside before snapping his hips forward. Tseng's legs tightened around his waist for a deeper penetration as he began a rhythm, short, stabbing thrusts that scraped along Tseng's prostrate with each move. He kept his grip on Tseng's hands as he relentlessly drove into the other man. The Turk twisted and writhed beneath him, hips rising to meet each thrust.

 

“Harder,” Tseng pleaded, no longer caring how he sounded. Only knowing that there was a desperate surge inside of him for release. His veins throbbed and his body ached, need an overwhelming flame that consumed him.

 

Sephiroth growled at the request, pistoning his hips forward and driving Tseng into the carpet. His fingers twitched around Tseng's wrists, contracting almost painfully firm. Sweat began to dot his body, rolling down his back and mingling with his hair. He could feel his muscles quiver, breath coming in abrupt pants and he could tell by the tightening of Tseng's body that the man was close. Wordless cries echoed from Tseng's mouth, his eyes shuttered closed and his tongue sweeping out to lick his lips with each thrust.

 

The Turk's muscles clamped around his cock, gripping him and shifting his weight, Sephiroth reached for Tseng's cock with his free hand. His fingers wrapped around the column of flesh, nearly purple with the flush of blood and approaching release. He increased his pace as Tseng's hips began a steady rhythm, rocking determinedly on his cock.

 

Tseng's hand curled into fists where they were restrained, his body writhing against the ground. Moans of pleasure dripped from his lips incoherently. His back bowed as his balls drew up, on the brink of release. It hurt, his back rubbing against the carpet, Sephiroth's relentless thrusts, but it also felt too damn good to stop.

 

Feeling his own arousal threatening to overwhelm him, Sephiroth tightened his fist around Tseng's cock and stroked him firmly. “Come,” he ordered in a firm tone. “Come now.”

 

Tseng couldn't have ignored the order even if he wanted to. It was the last that sent him over the edge, his entire body straining as he tensed and spilled himself. Warm seed splashed onto his belly and coated Sephiroth's hand, his inner walls clenching rhythmically. Sephiroth's fingers continued to work him, milking him for every last drop.

 

Panting, Tseng collapsed against the floor, his hands going limp in Sephiroth's hold. With a growl of need escaping his lips, the General released Tseng's wrists and grabbed the man by the thighs. He forced his legs to bend and pushed them back towards Tseng's head. Sephiroth rose up slightly as he began to pound into the Turk with ruthless force, his own orgasm perilously close to consuming him.

 

Tseng, sweaty and exhausted, scrabbled at the floor with his fingers as Sephiroth filled him over and over. His back protested the brutal beating but lingering pleasure kept his body tingling. It was only a few more thrusts before Sephiroth grunted and suddenly pulled out, splattering his seed on Tseng's body. Their semen mingled, coating tanned flesh as Sephiroth panted, fingers clenching tightly onto Tseng's legs.

 

Shuddering, his back heaving with exertion, Sephiroth let go of one of Tseng's legs and dipped his fingers into their combined release. Twirling two of the digits, he raised them to Tseng's parted lips, encouraging the Turk to open his mouth wordlessly. Silver eyes glinted with lust as his tongue flicked out, drawing the fingers into his mouth and licking away all traces of semen on them.

 

Groaning at the arousing sight, Sephiroth leaned over and ruthlessly kissed Tseng, shoving his tongue inside the other man's mouth. The taste of their seed mingled, a strangely erotic flavor that was threatening to arouse him yet again. His spent cock twitched.

 

Ending the bruising kiss, admiring Tseng's reddened and battered lips, Sephiroth pulled away with a smirk on his face. There was a strange glint in his eyes that Tseng could not identify and when he didn't immediately say anything, Tseng grew annoyed. His eyes narrowed as he growled irritably, his body shifting restlessly.

 

“Get off me,” he muttered, wincing when his sore back scraped against the carpet. “I need a shower.”

 

Emerald eyes regarded him intently before Sephiroth rose from the floor, standing and stretching with languid movements. Even covered in sweat, with hair sticking to his pale skin, he looked positively delectable. Especially now that he had the “just screwed” glow to his flesh. Running a hand through his hair, Sephiroth turned towards an open doorway just behind him, one that led to the kitchen.

 

“Help yourself,” he threw over his shoulder, leaving Tseng alone on the floor. He didn't seem to mind his nudity and the Turk couldn't help but watch the man's exit. Silver eyes raked over the firmly muscled body, gained from years of training in the ShinRa military.

 

As Sephiroth disappeared through the doorway, Tseng frowned in thought, his mind recalling the strange look in Sephiroth's eye. He wasn't sure how to interpret it and with a groan, Tseng rose from the floor. His muscles immediately protested the movement, as did the flaring, throbbing pain that radiated through his lower region. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to, however, and with a tender stretch, Tseng turned towards the bathroom.

 

His hand fell to his belly, semen coating the tanned flesh and Tseng scowled. It felt as if he had been marked in some primal fashion despite the fact that there was no true definitions to their relationship. For two men such as them, silly ideas like romance and fidelity were near foreign concepts. And Tseng didn't care for such notions anyways.

 

In his line of work, he had seen the best and the worst of people. Those begging for their lives, promising anything, to betray anyone if it would save their pitiful existence. He had killed and tortured, and would do so again in the future. It was his job, and Tseng didn't regret it, not for a moment. In the eyes of many, he might have been construed as a bad person. But that didn't matter to him because it was the life he had chosen for himself. No one had forced him to become a Turk.

 

And now he had risen to the highest rank within them, the Commander of many others. He wasn't about to give that up. Not when he had worked so hard. He didn't care for ShinRa's ideals or ShinRa's purpose, only doing his job as he was told. For a man that had already turned his back on his supposed destiny, it was more than he could have ever hoped for.

 

Yet, he mused as he stepped into the shower, flipping on the water without bothering to wait for it to warm up, a relationship with Sephiroth fit nowhere in his equation for the future. Which was why their current liaisons were nothing near to a relationship. It was more of a mutually beneficial friendship, if one wanted to term it as such. Sephiroth had something Tseng needed and vice versa. It was as simple as that.

 

Nor could Tseng deny that only Sephiroth could fulfill the desperate ache inside of him. Yet, that was all it was. Release, pure and simple, and he was fine with that. Even if Sephiroth had given him strange looks. He didn't expect anything more or less.

 

Tseng showered quickly, rinsing the drying semen from his body with efficient movements before turning off the spray. Snagging one of Sephiroth's fluffy towels, one of the man's few personal luxuries it seemed, he dried off his body and scraped it through his hair. Scowling at the loose strands that continued to fall into his face, he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed back into the living room, where his clothes remained.

 

The smell of coffee greeted him the minute he opened the door, strong and bitter. Inhaling the wonderful aroma, Tseng mused on the mission he had just completed that day. In his mind, he reworked the events from start to finish, analyzing weaknesses in their plans. He made a mental note to send Reno in for a few more weeks of accuracy training; the red-haired Turk still couldn't make a clean shot.

 

Swiping his tie off the floor, the first thing he noticed, Tseng pulled his hair back into its familiar tail at the back of his head before poking about for the rest of his clothes. He scowled when he came across his shirt, ripped once again. That was the third time in the past month.

 

Clenching the white fabric in his fists, he stalked into the kitchen where he was certain Sephiroth remained. “You bastard,” he growled as he entered, the smell of coffee even stronger within. “You ripped my shirt again.”

 

Sephiroth turned from where he stood at the window and raised a brow. He had pulled on a pair of pants while Tseng was in the shower, but otherwise remained undressed as he sipped on a cup of coffee. Pale skin gleamed in the bright light of the kitchen, momentarily distracting Tseng.

 

“You didn't seem to mind earlier,” Sephiroth countered.

 

Immediately, Tseng glared. “Don't do it again,” he snapped in a warning tone as he finished slipping on his shirt, unable to close it properly. He shoved his hands through his jacket, half-attempting to cover up the tear.

 

Sephiroth shifted away from the window and laid his cup on the table with a quiet thunk. “I make no promises.”

 

Adjusting his collar, he shot the other man a sour look. “I'm going,” Tseng announced, already moving to head back towards the living room. Really, it hadn't surprised him in the slightest that they hadn't gotten any further than the front door. It was lust, pure and simple.

 

Sephiroth stepped around his table. “It would be rude of me if I didn't see you out,” he explained as Tseng raised a brow, one hand unconsciously smoothing down the wrinkled planes of his shirt.

 

Shaking his head, Tseng stepped towards the front door. “As if politeness has ever had anything to do with it,” he retorted, reaching for the handle. Only, he never got a grip on it.

 

Sephiroth's hand slammed past his, shoving into the door and keeping him from opening it. He crowded in Tseng's personal space, trapping the Turk against the door. His greater height made Tseng feel as if he were being cornered, stalked by a hungry predator.

 

He scowled. “I can't stick around fucking you all day. I have work to do, bastard.”

 

Sephiroth chuckled lightly as he reached for Tseng's chin, thumb rubbing over it. “I'm beginning to think that's a pet name,” he murmured before dipping his head and placing a forceful kiss on Tseng's lips. He pressed Tseng up against the wall, ferociously devouring his mouth.

 

A small whimper of pleasure escaped the Turk's mouth before he could stop it, his cock twitching in his pants despite having two orgasms not but minutes before. His hands rose up of their own accord to grip Sephiroth's hips but Tseng quickly fought down the urge, determinedly shoving his betraying hands down at his sides.

 

With a parting nip, Sephiroth drew back. “Return tomorrow,” he suggested, his breath ghosting across Tseng's saliva-slicked lips. “That is, if you are not too busy with the Turks.”

 

The slightly condescending tone was enough to make Tseng glower as he reached for the door and yanked it open, forcing Sephiroth to step back several feet. “You assume too much,” he hissed before stepping out into the hall and slamming the door behind him. Sephiroth's knowing smirk lingered in the back of his mind.

 

On the other side of the door, Tseng paused and took several deep breaths, trying to regain his usual, impassive calm. He wondered why Sephiroth was the only who could have that effect on him. His body throbbed, his ass ached and he had carpet burns across his upper back. Yet, he still wanted more.

 

And he belatedly realized that he was aroused... again. That damn bastard. Hands clenched at his sides and his cheeks beginning to flush, Tseng stormed down the hall and into the elevator. He violently stabbed the button for the 37th floor where the Turks headquarters were located, irritation turning his mood quickly sour. Damn Sephiroth and his damn desire for the man.

 

Yet, he already knew he would be going back. There was something irrevocably alluring about the power and the beauty that was General Sephiroth. He needed, he craved, everything that the man had to offer. His body ached for it. From the moment they had first tumbled into bed together with the intention of a one night stand, it had been that way between them.

 

Pure lust, driven by passion, with nothing ridiculous like rules to get between. It was the perfect plan, the perfect “relationship”. And Tseng was certain he didn't need anymore. Or at least, that was what he told himself.

 

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