[Final Fantasy VII] 'Control the World with Fear' (Tseng/Rufus)
I haven't written fic in forever so I opened up a Drabble Meme (still open for requests, btw) and this one comes as a request from my partner in crime, cephiedvariable, who wanted her sekrit OTP, Tseng/Rufus. I was all like "WHAAAT?" and she was all like "NO, SRSLY!" and I was all like "WHAAAT?"
And then I wrote it and it was really fun. :D And a bit porny.
There aren't really any spoilers in this as long as you've met these characters. Takes place pre-game, no anthology consideration whatsoever. :D I'm proud of that. I'm kinda into this pairing now, too.
Control the World with Fear
Kaiousei
Sometimes life in Midgar felt like you were living in an ancient kingdom surrounded by pollution and suffering. Tseng's father was a Turk, and Tseng always knew that he would follow in his footsteps and become one himself. Rufus Shinra also had the same hereditary ideals about employment, and yet he had never really worked a day in his life. After Tseng had seen him around bossing people about like he was the one in charge, the two of them officially met at some company party. Tseng had been invited to attend, but had been asked to wear his suit and be on his toes as a non-paid bodyguard of sorts. He stood a little too still near the punch bowl with his hands clasped behind his back, watching people socialize. In the centre of a ring of dark evening gowns and black suits stood Rufus with his ginger hair and white wardrobe, a wine glass in hand and a conniving smile on his face. Half the room struggled to listen while he regaled people with his tale about something or other. Rufus was barely nineteen and his charisma had already won him the room. When he finished his story, the crowd dispersed half-heartedly as the president weaselled his way in to take pictures with his son. They shook hands and clapped each other on the back to the flashes and clicks of cameras. Rufus met his eyes suddenly before Tseng realized he was staring, and turned back to the punch bowl. He would still be fine if he had just one drink.
The next thing he remembered from the evening was trying to get a look at Rufus' immaculate condo while the heir apparent kissed and nipped at his neck while undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tseng struggled to regain his composure and push Rufus away, but the man's blue eyes would flash at him and he would run his teeth across Tseng's stomach or his hand across Tseng's back and he would shudder; his body would reveal his vulnerability. He fought Rufus as much as possible, which simply seemed to thrill the man (boy, really) even more. Soon enough, Rufus was inside him and biting his shoulder, pressing fingers into his stomach, and Tseng couldn't hold back any longer.
Tseng had never even thought about being with a man, but it felt as if his fate had been sealed at that point. He awoke before Rufus and dug through the fridge to discover artificial eggs and turkey bacon. Rufus was especially pleased with the strong coffee. “I think I'll keep you,” Rufus said casually, opening the paper with his coffee in his other hand.
If this man could control Midgar the way he controlled Tseng, he would be an awesome and terrible president. “You should put milk in your coffee or you might develop an ulcer,” he said.
And then I wrote it and it was really fun. :D And a bit porny.
There aren't really any spoilers in this as long as you've met these characters. Takes place pre-game, no anthology consideration whatsoever. :D I'm proud of that. I'm kinda into this pairing now, too.
Control the World with Fear
Kaiousei
Sometimes life in Midgar felt like you were living in an ancient kingdom surrounded by pollution and suffering. Tseng's father was a Turk, and Tseng always knew that he would follow in his footsteps and become one himself. Rufus Shinra also had the same hereditary ideals about employment, and yet he had never really worked a day in his life. After Tseng had seen him around bossing people about like he was the one in charge, the two of them officially met at some company party. Tseng had been invited to attend, but had been asked to wear his suit and be on his toes as a non-paid bodyguard of sorts. He stood a little too still near the punch bowl with his hands clasped behind his back, watching people socialize. In the centre of a ring of dark evening gowns and black suits stood Rufus with his ginger hair and white wardrobe, a wine glass in hand and a conniving smile on his face. Half the room struggled to listen while he regaled people with his tale about something or other. Rufus was barely nineteen and his charisma had already won him the room. When he finished his story, the crowd dispersed half-heartedly as the president weaselled his way in to take pictures with his son. They shook hands and clapped each other on the back to the flashes and clicks of cameras. Rufus met his eyes suddenly before Tseng realized he was staring, and turned back to the punch bowl. He would still be fine if he had just one drink.
The next thing he remembered from the evening was trying to get a look at Rufus' immaculate condo while the heir apparent kissed and nipped at his neck while undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tseng struggled to regain his composure and push Rufus away, but the man's blue eyes would flash at him and he would run his teeth across Tseng's stomach or his hand across Tseng's back and he would shudder; his body would reveal his vulnerability. He fought Rufus as much as possible, which simply seemed to thrill the man (boy, really) even more. Soon enough, Rufus was inside him and biting his shoulder, pressing fingers into his stomach, and Tseng couldn't hold back any longer.
Tseng had never even thought about being with a man, but it felt as if his fate had been sealed at that point. He awoke before Rufus and dug through the fridge to discover artificial eggs and turkey bacon. Rufus was especially pleased with the strong coffee. “I think I'll keep you,” Rufus said casually, opening the paper with his coffee in his other hand.
If this man could control Midgar the way he controlled Tseng, he would be an awesome and terrible president. “You should put milk in your coffee or you might develop an ulcer,” he said.