Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Chauffeur ❯ Chapter 2

“The Chauffeur”

Part 2

~*Part of the “Pass the Cloud” project*~

 

*Disclaimer: The world that this story is set in and all characters therein belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can't get enough of this world and the characters.*

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“Oh, shit.”

 

As soon as Rufus heard the muttered oath and saw the sudden tension in Reno's body, he knew it wasn't an exclamation of pleasure. He narrowed his eyes at the screen and listened carefully. He thought he'd heard something snap and given Reno's account of how strong Cloud had proven to be the first time, he suspected that his special restraints were beginning to give.

 

He was fairly certain that Strife wouldn't harm Reno if he broke free but it could complicate the plan. Seducing the blonde would be much easier if he were restrained—at least, in the beginning. He had a good selection of toys with him that he knew exactly how to use to turn a reluctant man into a willing slave…but he highly doubted he'd get the chance to do that if he couldn't catch Strife off guard or bound. That meant he could either pull over and start conducting his plan now or he could wait and hope for the best after Strife was spent in Reno's arms.

 

~What an Interesting dilemma. Now would be an ideal time to “insert” myself into the situation, because he hasn't broken free yet and he's distracted by Reno's skills. Beginning when he's already aroused would be ideal, but I have no idea if I can get him under control quickly enough before the restraints break. I could also leave it be until he wears himself out breaking free and fucking Reno's brains out. Very interesting.~

 

Hearing the sharp moans of pleasure coming from Reno and seeing the gleam of sweat on the redhead's naked shoulders, Rufus decided he couldn't wait to try Cloud for himself. He was confident that he could charm the blonde into cooperating with him if he could just do it before he had a chance to gather his wits and break free. The president peered at the landscape, searching for an ideal place to pull over. The nearest town was still several miles away but he knew this route had abandoned small communities and farms along the way. Shelter of some kind would be ideal—not so much because there were many people traveling the roads to spot them but because it wasn't wise to park somewhere out in the open where roaming beasts could spot it and come to have a look.

 

“Easy, baby,” Reno panted with a touch of nervousness in his voice.

 

Rufus glanced at the screen and saw that Cloud was still straining against his bonds and pumping his hips with enough force to lift his bottom several inches off the seat. If Reno were to sit up straight he'd probably end up bumping his head on the ceiling of the limo. Rufus was momentarily hypnotized by the sight and sound. It almost seemed a waste to put Cloud in the role of a receiver when he was clearly so good at being a giver. The president had no doubt that Reno had hardened again and was on his way to another climax. The redhead was clinging to Strife and making sounds that Rufus had only heard him make when stimulated to the point where the pleasure was almost pain.

 

~If I don't do something soon, this could go badly.~ Rufus thought with sudden clarity.

 

For the first time, Rufus started to feel a bit nervous. He licked his lips and searched the environment again. When he spotted an old warehouse up ahead on the left, he was ashamed at the relief that washed over him. He'd tamed even the toughest men before—why should Strife be any different? With his smooth skin, cornflower blue eyes and fine-sculpted features, Cloud had never looked particularly intimidating. He was a pretty boy and Rufus had broken in that sort countless times before.

 

~The trouble is, Strife only maintains the “pretty boy” stereotypical personality until circumstances force him to discard it or someone gets on his bad side.~

 

As he turned off the auto-drive and steered the limousine off of the fractured road, Rufus ShinRa began to think he'd made an error in judgment, thanks to his lust and greed. He forced the doubt down and reduced the vehicle's speed, hoping that the warehouse was abandoned. He smiled as he pulled up to the building and spotted an entrance with a broken sectional door. It was wide enough to drive the limo through and the vehicle coasted safely over the debris. He drove to the center of the spacious warehouse and put the car in park before turning the monitor off and removing his earpiece. Grabbing his briefcase and checking his gun, he took the keys out of the ignition and opened the driver-side door.

 

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Cloud felt his restraints give a little but he wasn't in a big hurry to break free of them. Reno felt so good that he didn't immediately notice that the limo had pulled into a building and stopped. He vaguely realized that the drone of the engine had ceased, heard the front door open and shut and he opened his eyes to look out the left side windows. Cloud's thrusts slowed and he stared as the driver approached from outside.

 

“R-Reno,” Cloud panted, alarmed that the chauffeur was coming and was about to get a live porn show. He thought something must be wrong, not yet aware of the driver's identity. “Reno, the driver's coming!”

 

Reno glanced over his shoulder, smiled and kissed the blonde, continuing his hip gyrations. “Don't worry about it,” he moaned.

 

Cloud's eyes went wide.

 

~Don't worry about it?? Shit, he's about to open the door! Doesn't this guy have any modesty at all?~

 

He warned Reno again and renewed his struggle with the cuffs, bucking his hips in an effort to dislodge the impassioned Turk from his lap. All he succeeded in doing was ramming deep inside of his companion and making them both groan sharply with pleasure. The driver opened the front rear left-side door and ducked into the cab smoothly while Cloud stared with horror. The chauffeur didn't seem the least bit scandalized; in fact, he smiled at Cloud with slow, patient sensuality and reached up to take his hat off.

 

Red-faced with embarrassment and helpless pleasure, Cloud grunted Reno's name again and stared at the man sitting across from them. The hat came off to reveal disheveled, ash-blond hair that was cut short in the back and feathered on the top. Cloud began to recognize the man before he even took the concealing sunglasses off and the captive blonde swore raggedly when Rufus ShinRa stared back at him with calculating gray eyes.

 

“You…set this up,” Cloud gasped. He felt such a conflicting range of emotions varying from fury to confusion, he couldn't pick one out over the others. Reno didn't stop rocking against him, his hardened cock pressing against Cloud's lower abdomen with each thrust. The redhead turned his head to look at his boss and winked at him before looking down at Cloud. His pleasure and amusement faded a little at the hurt betrayal in he found in the blonde's wide blue eyes.

 

“Don't be so surprised, Cloud,” Rufus said smoothly as he trained his gun on the blonde to ensure his good behavior. “The only reason you're in this situation now is because you thought with your dick. Reno belongs to me and he does what I tell him to do.”

 

Cloud snarled a denial and strained again, but he subsided when Rufus clicked off the safety of the gun and warned; “No…we can't have you doing that. Really Strife, I have no intention of hurting you. I'm simply getting the compensation I'm due. You'll even come to enjoy it, if you cooperate with me.”

 

When he was satisfied that the blonde was sufficiently subdued, Rufus set his gun down beside himself on the seat, leaving it pointing at Cloud's exposed kneecap. With a look that promised he could easily reach for it and fire before Cloud could do anything, Rufus slid forward off of his seat and crouched on the floor and situated himself behind Reno. He reached out to cup the redhead's naked, gyrating hips.

 

“For example,” he purred. He cupped Reno's hips and lifted, guiding him up and down on Cloud's jutting sex firmly.

 

Both Cloud and the Turk gasped as the president directed the force and angle of Reno's movements. He made his employee ride the captive at his preferred pace, guiding the redhead so that more pressure was put on his prostate with each passing stroke.

 

“S-sir,” Reno moaned, arching his back and turning his head at an angle.

 

Smiling lustily, Rufus pressed up against Reno and kissed his gasping lips, keeping his eyes fixed on Cloud's. The captive blonde stared back with unwilling lust, his jaw tense with the effort to hold back his moans and gasps of pleasure. The hate in Strife's eyes was at war with the carnal felicity he was feeling.

 

Patiently, the president continued to guide his lover, never taking his eyes off of Cloud's face. He pressed his hips against Reno's undulating backside, rubbing the bulge in his tailored pants against the Turk with delicious hunger. Breaking his mouth away from Reno's, he nibbled his ear and guided him harder and faster. Reno announced in a hot gasp that he was coming and Rufus released one hip to grasp the redhead's twitching cock and aim it at Cloud's chest. The thick, creamy spurts struck the blonde's smooth skin as Reno bucked.

 

Reno's gripping heat clenched rhythmically around his cock as the Turk climaxed and Cloud could no longer bear the pleasure. His eyes fluttered shut as his groin tightened hard. He couldn't hold back his ragged cry of release as he lifted his hips and came forcefully. He kept his eyes shut as he rode out the intense spasms, sure that Rufus was smiling smugly and patiently at him.

 

While both men panted in release, Rufus released his employee and quickly twisted around to grab his briefcase. He opened it up and smirked at the pair of spent young men before him. Cloud's eyes were still tightly closed and his head lay back against the seat. Reno had both hands resting on the blonde's shoulders and he was nuzzling the spot where his neck met his shoulder, seeming perfectly comfortable with the situation.

 

Cloud was trying to think of the best way to handle this situation before it became too violating. His mind was fogged with sexual pleasure and it was difficult to concentrate, especially with Reno kissing and nibbling his neck and ear. If he was going to get free he would need to wait for the opportune moment when Rufus dropped his guard enough to act. Cloud was confident that once he got the president subdued things would go in his favor. Despite Reno having succeeded at tricking him into being cuffed again, Cloud really hadn't come unprepared for an emergency. The trick was to subdue Rufus long enough to break free and take advantage of the precautionary measures he'd taken.

 

The sound of the briefcase clicking open interrupted Cloud's thoughts and he reluctantly opened his eyes to see what Rufus was up to. When he saw the contents of the briefcase he paled and began to struggle again. Inside of the case was a selection of finger massagers, dildos, anal plugs, sounding devices, cock and ball rings and the most distressing thing of all; several pairs of regular handcuffs and another pair of restraints just like the ones he was struggling to break free from. He thought he could free himself from the pair he was wearing with a little time and effort, but if Rufus doubled up on it with the other one, Cloud would be good and fucked—probably not just in a figurative manner either.

 

Rufus noticed his struggle and grabbed the gun smoothly, aiming it between Cloud's alarmed blue eyes. “I see you're aware of what I've got in store for you,” he said in a calm, even tone. “Don't be stubborn, Cloud. You'll enjoy this once we get started.”

 

“You're fucking twisted,” Cloud snarled, though he stopped struggling against his restraints. He realized now where the bullet vibrator Reno had been wearing came from. He jerked his head to the side as Reno tried to kiss him. “So now rape is part of the Turks' daily assignments?”

 

Reno averted his eyes but Rufus remained unflustered and cool. “Believe me Strife; it isn't going to be rape. I'll have you begging to be fucked before long. Reno, put these on our guest to ensure he stays secured.” He lifted the extra restraints and handed them to the redhead, who didn't argue but complied with the order with slow reluctance. Cloud stared at Reno as he fastened the first cuff over his right wrist on top of the original one, then slipped the linked one behind Cloud's back and stretched it across to his other wrist. He didn't meet his gaze as he secured the extra restraint.

 

“Sorry,” Reno mouthed silently as he finished the deed and dismounted the blonde with a wince.

 

“Not as sorry as you're going to be at the end of the day,” whispered Cloud coldly.

 

“I don't doubt it, yo,” Reno agreed just as softly as he sat beside the captive fighter and reached down to remove the condom still sheathing Cloud's sated member. He disposed of it and opened the compartment with the damp wipes. Cloud glared at him silently as he wiped the drying cum off of his torso and then cleaned up his groin.

 

Rufus divided his attention between his sexual devices and the two men, noting Reno's ambiguity with interest. Either he'd come to care for Cloud or he'd gained moral scruples he hadn't had before. Either way the president sensed that his heart wasn't fully in this. He shrugged.

 

~His cooperation and obedience matters more than how he feels about it. I'm sure he'll change his attitude when I have Strife writhing and moaning in my arms.~

 

“Cut that shirt off of our guest,” Rufus ordered as he set the gun down again and selected a cock and ball ring set with a built in vibrator to stimulate the scrotum. His eyes hungrily swept Cloud's body. He picked up the pair of scissors he had in the case and tossed them lightly to Reno, who caught them and started to do as he was told.

 

“So let's see,” Cloud said in a nasty tone, “First you kidnap me, then you plan to molest me and now you're cutting up my clothes on top of everything?”

 

“I'll buy you a new shirt, man,” Reno murmured as he pulled the hem of the muscle shirt out and began cutting it open down the center.

 

“I don't want a damn thing from you,” Cloud growled.

 

Reno sighed and looked him in the eye. There was something in his gaze that Cloud couldn't quite make out. It was like he was trying to tell him something without Rufus seeing it. The sea-green eyes were narrowed and intense as the Turk whispered, “Just take it easy for now, baby.”

 

~Humph. Something's up but I can't figure out what it is. If he's planning on trying to help me, how far is he going to have to let Rufus go? He…looks like he's sorry about this but I don't know what the hell to think where Reno's concerned.~

 

While Cloud pondered over Reno's covert look and brief, apologetic expression, Rufus closed in. The blonde fighter jumped involuntarily when the other man's strong hands forced his knees farther apart before sliding up his thighs to fondle his genitals. He sat tense and silent as Rufus felt him up, determined not to let his body react to the intimate touch.

 

“You're certainly hung nicely, Strife,” Rufus said conversationally as he stroked the softened cock and massaged the balls. “Big enough to make a uke gasp but not so big as to cause undue pain. The pigment is perfect, too. No wonder Reno was in such a hurry to get into your pants, with a pretty set like this.”

 

Cloud felt utterly violated by the words and the touch, but his body was beginning to react in an entirely different way. Rufus was skilled and he made sexually explicit comments and openly admired Cloud as he stimulated him. Reno cupped Cloud's chin and coaxed him to turn his head. He was too distracted by the feel of Rufus' hands stroking his tender parts to resist, and Cloud gave a muffled protest as Reno's lips caught his. The part of his mind that wasn't fogged with growing arousal was calculating a means of escape. He could probably take them both off guard now if he kicked out at Rufus, but the president wasn't situated in a convenient position for it. It was hard to kick a man that was kneeling between your legs.

 

Reno sucked on his tongue and caressed it with his own while he began to tease both of Cloud's nipples to hard peaks. The prisoner groaned softly against his lips and Reno felt his libido rising. He would be enjoying this a lot more if Cloud would just give in and go with it, but it was going to take some playing to make the blonde settle down and stop resisting. He could tell that Cloud was trying to hold on to his indignation but he was failing. Cloud groaned outright and Reno looked down to see the boss's head lowered between his legs.

 

“He's good, isn't he?” Reno purred against his lips as Rufus' head began to bob up and down. A telling flush crept into Cloud's fair cheeks and his sapphire eyes were glazed. Reno slid his tongue into his mouth and fenced for a bit until the blonde reciprocated. Cloud's breath quickened as the Turk continued to fondle his nipples and the president sucked his cock in and out of his mouth.

 

~Oh god…don't give in…don't let it get to you…shit, he's good…come on, Cloud…this is wrong and you can't be getting off on it!~

 

It was easy to tell himself that but Reno's slow, sensual kiss and talented stimulation of his nipples only made it harder to be maintain any sort of detachment. As with his first time with Reno, Cloud was helpless to stop his body from reacting. His repulsion to Rufus had nothing to do with the man's looks or even his personality…it was his history of evil doings that Cloud found revolting. Like Reno, if Rufus didn't have the record he had, Cloud probably never would have been reluctant for an encounter like this.

 

It made it that much more distressing to the blonde, knowing that he was attracted to and aroused by these men that had tricked him into a situation that allowed them to take advantage of him. Rufus was even worse than Reno. He was the root of the problem and the source of an unsavory organization. Nonetheless, Cloud hardened quickly in his captor's mouth and he was panting and breathless by the time Rufus stopped suckling him and eased his balls gently through the vibrator ring before sliding the cock ring over his length. He rubbed the tip of the blonde's erection with the pads of his fingers for a moment, staring up at him as he gasped and shivered.

 

Smiling softly in satisfaction, Rufus turned the vibration feature on and instructed Reno to help him get Strife to his knees on the floor. Together they positioned the panting, struggling blonde so that his chest was lying over the seat, his cheek was pillowed on Reno's naked thigh and his knees were on the floor, leaving him in the most accessible position for Rufus to get started. Reno combed his fingers through Cloud's sweat dampened hair and tried to keep him calm while Rufus slipped a mini, vibrating massager over both of his index fingers. The small devices fit like the fingers of a glove and allowed him to tease a recipient's body (or his own) with full use of his hands.

 

Reno saw his lover considering the sounding devices and he swallowed, dearly hoping Rufus wouldn't be so cruel as to introduce a newbie to urethra stimulation. He really didn't think Cloud could handle that level of stimulation and he was sure the blonde would hurt himself and probably both of them trying to get free if he was subjected to it. Rufus thankfully didn't select the devices, either because he reached the same conclusion as Reno or because he intended to save them for later.

 

“I think we can start out slow and save the use of these other toys for added incentive,” Rufus purred as he set the open briefcase on the seat behind him. “Remember Cloud, the longer you resist, the more intense it's going to get.”

 

Cloud closed his eyes and braced himself as he felt Rufus settle in behind him. He was a little surprised the president hadn't gagged him yet, but knowing Rufus he wanted to hear any sounds Cloud made in response to his manipulations clearly. There was that and the fact that there was nothing and nobody around for miles to hear his yells. He heard additional humming as Rufus activated both of the finger massagers and he tensed when the man curled his fingers around his restrained cock and began to stroke it leisurely. Cloud clenched his jaw and curled his hands into fists, straining unconsciously against the bonds holding his arms down at his sides.

 

While he massaged Cloud's rigid sex, Rufus held his other hand out expectantly to Reno. The redhead immediately knew what he wanted and he leaned over to pick up the lube from the floor. While Reno lubed up the ingenious vibrator on his finger, Rufus moved his stroking hand up and pressed the humming massager encasing his finger against the slit in the tip of Cloud's organ. The blonde gave a choked gasp and tensed. Rufus held the twitching organ steady as he rubbed the tip in gentle, circular motions to give his captive intense pulses of sensation.

 

“Shhh,” the president said in a fake, soothing tone, smiling against his victim's tense shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss on it. “You're mine, Strife. Just go with it.” Reno finished lubing up his fingers and the other massage device and Rufus reached down and behind to Cloud's virgin entrance. He murmured softly to the blonde as he fingered the ring and told him what he was going to do next.

 

“I doubt you've ever had the pleasure of a good prostate rub,” Rufus said hotly, licking the blonde's back and tasting his salty perspiration. “I'll have you calling my name in moments.”

 

Cloud started to struggle again but the combined strength of the restraints and his position rendered the need for Rufus' gun obsolete. All of his Mako enhanced strength couldn't free him or enable him to strike out at his captor and he cursed raggedly as Rufus eased the vibrating finger massager steadily into his rectum. Cloud went still with shock, clenching against the intrusion futilely. Rufus didn't pause or slow and the blonde grunted with discomfort as he was breached with humiliating ease. He panted softly and bit his lip as Rufus' second finger joined the first and began to feel around inside of him. Reno kept stroking his hair and rubbing his back and Cloud closed his eyes and fantasized about the different ways he was going to torture both men when he got out of this.

 

Just as the stretching and burning sensation began to ease up, the exploring digits pressed against something inside of him that made a shock go through his whole pelvis. Cloud bit his lip so hard he drew blood and he somehow managed to hold back his shout of surprised pleasure.

 

“There we are,” Rufus said with satisfaction. He pressed firmly and gave the inner gland the same treatment he was giving the head of Cloud's dick. He smiled with amusement as the blonde shuddered and unconsciously writhed. Admirably, Strife hadn't begun to cry out yet but the helpless grunts and gasps indicated that his self-control wouldn't last for long. Reno added to the stimulation by reaching down and fondling the blonde's nipples. The combined vibration against his balls, erection and prostate had to be mind-blowingly intense and Rufus was impressed that he was holding in his reactions so well. He kept tickling the young man's prostate and encouraging him to let go, admiring the taut muscles of his back as he tortured him.

 

Before long, Cloud's whole body was shaking and the pleasure was so intense he could barely stand it. He struggled mindlessly and began to growl in a feral manner as he fought his body's reactions and refused to consent. His thigh muscles began to twitch involuntarily as Rufus patiently stimulated his most intimate parts. He felt precum dribbling out of his urethra, lubricating the head and intensifying the feel of the bump-textured massager stroking against it.

 

“I promise it will stop if you ask me to fuck you, Strife.” Rufus' breath was hot against his ear as the president leaned over his back and spoke to him. “Just ask for it. Ask me to claim you.”

 

The ferocity of the blue-eyed glare Cloud directed his way stunned Rufus. He'd never encountered a conquest that was this stubborn before and Cloud did remind him of a wolf that would go for his throat if given half the chance. It sent a thrill through him, knowing how much of a challenge it would be to break this young man in. He kept his massage steady and relentless, kissing and licking the blonde's back and shoulders as he played his body like talented musician playing an instrument.

 

“Damn, you're stubborn, yo,” Reno exclaimed softly, his erection resting vertically against the crown of Cloud's head. He stopped fondling his nipples and grabbed a wet wipe to pat the blonde's flushed, sweaty face. The intense blue eyes fluttered closed and Cloud moaned softly. Reno saw the blood on his full bottom lip and frowned, dabbing at it carefully. “Hey boss, Blondie's gone and hurt himself. Should I get the ball gag out to keep it from getting worse?”

 

“No,” Rufus said huskily. “If he's gagged he won't be able to beg me to fuck him and I have no intention of stopping until he does.”

 

Reno sighed and pressed his fingers against Cloud's swollen lips. They parted instinctively and he pushed the digits in, hoping the Blondie wouldn't bite them off. Cloud sucked on them, seeming to find it soothing somehow. Reno stroked his hair with his free hand and let him, feeling his groin twitch with arousal. Strife had a pretty pair of lips and watching them sealed tightly around his fingers was almost too much for Reno to take.

 

Cloud could no longer contain his moans and they grew in volume with each passing minute. His thoughts became scattered and surreal as his body shook with the intensity of the stimulation being done to him. He became disoriented and he couldn't pull his thoughts together into a cohesive whole as the manipulation steadily continued.

 

“He's getting close,” Rufus said with a confident, arrogant smile. The glazed look of pleasure in the blue eyes and their inability to focus was the most obvious symptom that his resistance was wearing down. The young man's overly sensitized dick was twitching steadily in Rufus' hand as he teased the tender urethra. Cloud was mindlessly gyrating his hips, unwillingly begging for more with his body language. He was panting hard and fast sucking on Reno's fingers as if they were the only thing keeping him from screaming his lungs out.

 

“Say it, Strife. Say you want me to fuck you.”

 

The demand made perfect sense to Cloud by now and it was the only thing his mind could focus on. He nodded and mumbled raggedly against Reno's fingers.

 

“What was that?” Rufus purred, motioning for Reno to remove his fingers from the blonde's mouth.

 

Cloud gave his captor one last defiant look, having just enough wits left to form a single sentence. “I said fuck me, you asshole.” It wasn't a request—it was a command and a rude one at that.

 

“That wasn't quite what I wanted to hear, but it'll do,” Rufus said as he raised his eyebrows and exchanged a look of surprise with Reno. He kept his fingers inside of the blonde and continued to rub the gland, but he stopped fondling his erection with his other hand. Reno picked up the box of condoms and opened a package for his boss, waiting for Rufus to finish undoing his pants and freeing his erection before handing the rubber to him.

 

“It'll be good, baby,” Reno assured Cloud with a grin. “You'll see.”

 

Rufus worked the condom over his cock, taking a little longer than usual to do it because he was only using one hand. When that was accomplished he held his hand out to Reno, who picked up the lubricant and squirted a healthy sized glob onto it. While the president prepared himself to mount his captive, Reno wiped off Cloud's sweating face again and blew on his skin to cool it.

 

Cloud's eyes closed in exhausted desperation as Rufus' vibrator steadily hummed against his internal gland. He distantly thought he might black out soon it didn't relent. He was embarrassed by the sob of relief that burst from his lips when the fingers and vibrator finally stopped stroking that spot and retreated from his body. Now all that was left to torment him was the vibrating ring squeezing the base of his scrotum. He heard Rufus' heavy breathing as the other blonde positioned himself behind him and pressed the tip of his erection against his sphincter.

 

Reno took a huge gamble while his boss was distracted with mounting Cloud. With deft, subtle movements, he did the only thing his loyalty would allow him to do in defiance of Rufus. The faint clicks were drowned out by Cloud's ragged pants and Rufus' soft groan of excitement.

 

~Sorry Blondie…I'd have done this sooner if I'd have had the opportunity. I'm a fucking idiot for taking the risk but…well…maybe I deserve it if you cut me down. I just hope you're really enjoying all this as much as I think you are, even if you can't admit it out loud.~

 

As Cloud felt his captor's sex ease slowly into his prepared entrance, he hissed and tensed. Rufus kept going until it was all the way in and then he withdrew and repeated the action, grunting and praising Cloud for how good he felt. The blonde gasped as he was breached again and again, each thrust increasing steadily in speed and force. He strained instinctively and for the first time he felt his restraints give significantly. It didn't quite dawn on him at first—he thought he must be imagining it. He moaned as Rufus' thrusting sex pressed against his sensitive spot and his thoughts got scattered again from the pleasure. The president began to fondle his erection again and Cloud tensed once more and finally realized that the cuffs were opening. He looked up at Reno with confusion and saw the faint expression of wariness on the Turk's fair face.

 

Reno wasn't expecting it to take Cloud that long to realize the cuffs were unlocked. He'd sort of hoped the blonde would catch on before Rufus entered him, but it was too late now and to be fair, Strife seemed far from reluctant now. He swallowed as he saw the comprehension bleed into Cloud's beautiful, dazed eyes and he knew that any moment, things were going to get either really interesting or really messy…or possibly both.

 

Cloud could hardly believe it, but now he didn't quite know what to do since Rufus was already having his way with him. He gasped and groaned as the other man's cock slid back and forth inside of him while his hand stroked his restrained sex. It felt so good…he couldn't think straight. Rufus gave a hard pump and Cloud unwillingly gasped his name. The blonde fighter focused on Reno's face and tried to pull his thoughts together to decide what he wanted to do. Catching sight of the red, claw-like markings at the top of each of Reno's cheekbones, he was reminded of beasts of prey and his head cleared. Just as he made up his mind, Rufus groaned and pushed into him firmly, coming inside of him.

 

“You fucked up,” Cloud said raggedly, directing it not at Reno but at the man gasping behind him.

 

Rufus looked up in time to see Strife's wrists break free of both sets of restraints.

 

“Oh, shit,” the president gasped with as much alarm as Reno had expressed earlier. He didn't waste time contemplating how Strife managed to break out of both restraints so abruptly. He barked Reno's name warningly and lunged for his gun, hoping Cloud had enough sense of self-preservation to submit instead of making him shoot him.

 

Before Rufus' hand could close on the weapon, Cloud kicked him in the temple and stunned him. Reno was reaching for his jacket as well, probably intending to get his Electro-Mag Rod or his gun, but Rufus dazedly noticed that he was moving abnormally slow. Or, was it that Rufus was seeing things in slow motion? Strife grabbed his discarded cargo pants and kicked Rufus' weapon across the floor of the limo, where it clattered against the door.

 

Cloud fumbled with his pants, not trying to put them on but searching the pockets. He was searching for his pistol but instead he found the buck-knife, which would do for now. He yanked Reno's jacket out of the Turk's hands and lunged at Rufus to stop him before he crawled to his gun.

 

Rufus felt the cold steel blade against his neck and he froze. Reno started forward to do…something…he wasn't sure what. He ended up staring down the barrel of his own gun. There they were, out in the middle of nowhere with a hot, naked blonde still decked out in a matching cock and ball ring set pointing a gun in his face and holding a knife to the boss's throat.

 

~Let's see…is there any way I could have avoided this?~

 

Reno mentally reviewed the events and denied that he could have prevented this if he'd have just left the dangerous blonde alone. Even now, with death only a trigger pull away, Reno wanted him. He guessed Strife was right—he and Rufus really were fucking twisted.

 

“Grab a pair of those cuffs from the briefcase and put them on him,” Cloud ordered Reno with a nod at the briefcase full of fetish toys. The Turk's mouth twisted as he stifled a grin and did as he was told. Thankfully Rufus wasn't in a position to see the brief smirk, but Cloud was and he stared at the redhead incredulously. He schooled his features into a cold mask when Reno cuffed Rufus' hands behind his back. Keeping the gun trained on the Turk, Cloud released the president with a rough shove that sent him tumbling against the seat. He then located and picked up Rufus' gun, refusing to take the chance of either of them getting their hands on it.

 

“Now it's your turn,” Cloud informed Reno.

 

“I figured as much,” The redhead answered with a shrug. He selected another pair of cuffs and dangled them in front of Cloud, an inappropriately playful smile on his lips.

 

Cloud blinked. “You think this is a game?”

 

“The best kind,” Reno admitted softly. “You gonna punish me good, Blondie?”

 

“Unbelievable,” Cloud muttered as he snatched the cuffs. He clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the Turk's tempting, naked body as he presented his back to him and put his wrists behind his hips. The blonde secured the cuffs and put the gun on the seat next to him, turning Reno around and staring into his eyes. “You realize I've got every reason to kill both of you and leave you rotting in the sun?”

 

“What for, making you come?” Reno challenged with unwavering blue-green eyes. “You know Strife, if I really thought for one minute you weren't willing, I'd have put a stop to it, yo.”

 

“You expect me to believe that?” Cloud asked with narrowed eyes. His breath was still coming hard and fast and his groin was aching with unfulfilled need. He reached down and started removing the rings restraining his genitals, keeping an eye on both his adversaries as he did so.

 

Reno shrugged as well as he could in his restrained state. “Your choice, man. I'm telling ya though, rape isn't fucking sexy to me. I might like playing around with bondage and so does the boss, but your legs were free the whole time and I never heard the word `no' come out of that sexy mouth of yours.” Something flashed in his eyes when he said the word “rape” and it wasn't arousal. If anything, it was revulsion. Cloud started to wonder if Reno had ever been sexually assaulted before, because the prospect of forcing a genuinely unwilling party seemed to be sincerely disgusting to him.

 

Rufus watched the exchange silently, understanding that what happened next depended on Reno's ability to reason with the dangerous fighter. He saw Cloud's blue eyes waver as the truth of Reno's words sank in and he wondered if Strife would try to deny it.

 

“You're right,” Cloud said softly after a moment. “I never said `no' and I had more than one chance to attack with my legs.” He mulled over it as he dropped his pants in his lap to hide his nudity. He didn't appear ashamed—just confused and a little angry.

 

“If it weren't for our history, would it bother you so much?” Rufus dared to ask.

 

Cloud glanced at him, then at Reno. He remembered Reno telling him to pretend he wasn't a Turk, that first night they'd had sex together. It was true…Cloud found both men attractive and the only thing keeping his inhibitions in place was their unsavory connection to the ShinRa company. He'd admitted as much to himself during the first encounter with Reno, but he never expected to be in this situation with Rufus ShinRa. The man was a cold-hearted owner of a government business conglomerate and he had tried to have Cloud's friends executed once, to appease the public.

 

Deciding that he needed time to figure out what in the hell he was going to do about this, Cloud began to dress himself, wincing at the burn in his ass from Rufus taking him. The president struggled into the seat and watched him, a knot forming over his temple where Cloud's foot had connected with his head. Reno sat as comfortably as he could, leaning back against the seat and blissfully unconcerned with his state of undress.

 

Cloud zipped his pants up and tugged his ruined shirt closed as much as he could, then searched Rufus for any hidden weapons or spare keys. He took the limo keys from him and gazed briefly into his calm gray eyes. “You guys could really stand to just try a little fucking honesty once in a while, instead of these dirty tricks.”

 

Rufus smiled at him and for the first time, Cloud saw a subtle touch of affection in his eyes. “Why Cloud, I thought I was very honest with you when I told you what I wanted.”

 

Cloud didn't think the answer deserved a response. He snorted and moved to sit beside Reno. Sighing, he put the weapons away and dropped his head into his hands, trying to think through his confusion and the lingering desire he felt. He sensed Reno shifting beside him and he raised his head and looked at him sharply and suspiciously. The redhead just leaned in and kissed him sensually on the neck.

 

“You've got us where you want us now, Blondie. I'm ready when you are.”

 

Cloud was sure his eyes were bugging out of his head.

 

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-To be continued