Special Opportunity
Title: Special Opportunity
Fandom: FF7
Pairing: Sephiroth/Tseng/Reno
Words: 1,198
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Warnings: Cussing, Sexual implications and actions.
Summary: Even Reno could be surprised.
Sometimes it really wasn't all that hard to get himself in trouble. This time would be one of those, of course, just for the simple fact that he'd walked in on something unexpected, not to mention very, very hot, not three seconds ago. Okay, unexpected might have been putting it just a bit too lightly because this was one of those guilty, or in his case not so guilty, fantasies that he only wished he'd had the foresight to come up with.
Now, he might have been more than willing, Hel's grace he'd have been happy to, let's just screw willing, just sit back in the doorway and feast his eyes on the show. If he hadn't thought it would get him caught, not to mention shot or stabbed, he might have hurried off to get a camera and circle back for pictures. He was pretty sure no camera feed had a particularly good angle on what those two were doing at the moment.
Both of those options were nicely null and void, of course, by the fact that he'd not only been spotted before he'd taken a look see and had seen them, but he was being stared at. He'd heard them first, the distinct staccato of hitched fast breathing and rhythmic movement, and that had led to him actually trying to figure out who, not what, there was no mistaking what, was making the noise.
He hadn't particularly expected to end up frozen in place by the look, and he sure and the hell hadn't thought it was going to be the Great Silver General, Demon of Wutai, what the fuck ever he was being called in the tabloids today on the other end of it. He didn't expect the guy to be on top of his boss either, not the top boss, or the not quite top boss, of course, that one he actually had sort of expected considering how much of a prissy bitch said boss was. No, this was his real boss, the one likely to keep his ass from getting pistol whipped if he went and did something he wasn't supposed to. He was just special and patient like that.
He knew, of course, the guy wasn't a cold fish, but he'd been under this misguided impression, somehow, that the guy was, maybe, into girls. Apparently even if he was, he sure and the hell didn't only go for girls. Or maybe Sephiroth was just real good in the sack, demanding, persistent… fuck, he sure and the hell wouldn't say no if he'd been in the man's place. He was getting hard just looking at them, and they weren't even doing anything now.
Which brought him right back around to the moment at hand and the fact that said guy was staring, maybe even starting to glare, at him just for being there. Not to mention the fact he'd apparently stopped moving, because Tseng had looked around and pinned him with his gaze too, and if the one wasn't glaring, he sure and the hell knew that the darker of the two was. He'd been on the other end of that look often enough to know.
He was about to say something, or do something maybe, when the General broke off the look to dip his head down to talk to the other Turk. He couldn't hear what they were saying because they were whispering, and he damned the hair, all too much of it in fact, for getting in his way so he couldn't read what they were talking about off their lips either. He might still have done something if they'd both turned their attention to each other again, but they hadn't. Instead Tseng, the inscrutable bastard, was giving him a look that said if he moved, at all, there would be hell to pay. How that still worked when he was half-naked under another guy he really didn't know.
Of course it could have just been a system of rewards working in his favor, because when the green gaze flicked back his way Tseng went and decided to talk, and damn but he sounded good, voice still full with the normal stern crisp tone but with a definite husk that made it plenty obvious what they'd been up to. "Close the door."
Finally breaking out of his frozen state, he couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face as he stepped back, using his heel to close the door behind him before he leaned back on it, his thumbs hooked in his waistband. "You to really don't need to stop cause of me, I can stay quiet and be a good mouse if y'want. Promise."
"No. Come here." This time the words from the big man himself, and he darted his eyes from Tseng to Sephiroth, not all that sure how he wanted to take that speculative gleam in his eyes, but hey, he'd already told himself he wouldn't say no, right?
Time to prove it, if only for his oh so special internal monologue. That monologue had done him some serious favors in his life, he did have to say. Got him in lots of trouble too, sure, but it brought him to this point, to this place and moment where just about a third of the population would pay in blood to be. Sauntering closer to the pair, his smirk grew, and he took in the fact he was very much not wrong about what they'd been doing, the sharp scent of sex more than apparent in the air as he got a better look at how they were arranged. "And what am I coming over here for, eh? You already turned down me being a good audience."
When he got close enough, a tapered, gun callused hand darted out and grabbed the edge of his shirt to drag him down to his knees, the level they were at. Tseng's voice was a bit rough, but perfectly understandable. "Reno. If you don't shut up now and find something to do with yourself, I will shoot you."
"Oooh, kinky." He glanced from one to the other and his smirk slid into a sly grin, fingers slipping between them quickly just to make sure there wouldn't be any changed minds, then he lightly squeezed what he found there, earning a sharp inhale.
The word got a glare from Sephiroth, but his actions didn't and that worked out plenty fine for him. It didn't take long before they apparently were both satisfied with his being there, and things proceeded far more interestingly from that point.
Later, if it had been his thing, he would have gloated, long and loud. Instead he just scared people with his oh so pleased smile when they finally untangled, heading off to deal with their separate tasks. If this was a regular thing, he'd just have to make a note to walk in on people without warning more often. Or, at the very least, rig up some cameras in the building that were angled better.
Okay, so he'd be doing that last anyway. Just in case.
But a man could certainly hope for the best.
Fandom: FF7
Pairing: Sephiroth/Tseng/Reno
Words: 1,198
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Warnings: Cussing, Sexual implications and actions.
Summary: Even Reno could be surprised.
Sometimes it really wasn't all that hard to get himself in trouble. This time would be one of those, of course, just for the simple fact that he'd walked in on something unexpected, not to mention very, very hot, not three seconds ago. Okay, unexpected might have been putting it just a bit too lightly because this was one of those guilty, or in his case not so guilty, fantasies that he only wished he'd had the foresight to come up with.
Now, he might have been more than willing, Hel's grace he'd have been happy to, let's just screw willing, just sit back in the doorway and feast his eyes on the show. If he hadn't thought it would get him caught, not to mention shot or stabbed, he might have hurried off to get a camera and circle back for pictures. He was pretty sure no camera feed had a particularly good angle on what those two were doing at the moment.
Both of those options were nicely null and void, of course, by the fact that he'd not only been spotted before he'd taken a look see and had seen them, but he was being stared at. He'd heard them first, the distinct staccato of hitched fast breathing and rhythmic movement, and that had led to him actually trying to figure out who, not what, there was no mistaking what, was making the noise.
He hadn't particularly expected to end up frozen in place by the look, and he sure and the hell hadn't thought it was going to be the Great Silver General, Demon of Wutai, what the fuck ever he was being called in the tabloids today on the other end of it. He didn't expect the guy to be on top of his boss either, not the top boss, or the not quite top boss, of course, that one he actually had sort of expected considering how much of a prissy bitch said boss was. No, this was his real boss, the one likely to keep his ass from getting pistol whipped if he went and did something he wasn't supposed to. He was just special and patient like that.
He knew, of course, the guy wasn't a cold fish, but he'd been under this misguided impression, somehow, that the guy was, maybe, into girls. Apparently even if he was, he sure and the hell didn't only go for girls. Or maybe Sephiroth was just real good in the sack, demanding, persistent… fuck, he sure and the hell wouldn't say no if he'd been in the man's place. He was getting hard just looking at them, and they weren't even doing anything now.
Which brought him right back around to the moment at hand and the fact that said guy was staring, maybe even starting to glare, at him just for being there. Not to mention the fact he'd apparently stopped moving, because Tseng had looked around and pinned him with his gaze too, and if the one wasn't glaring, he sure and the hell knew that the darker of the two was. He'd been on the other end of that look often enough to know.
He was about to say something, or do something maybe, when the General broke off the look to dip his head down to talk to the other Turk. He couldn't hear what they were saying because they were whispering, and he damned the hair, all too much of it in fact, for getting in his way so he couldn't read what they were talking about off their lips either. He might still have done something if they'd both turned their attention to each other again, but they hadn't. Instead Tseng, the inscrutable bastard, was giving him a look that said if he moved, at all, there would be hell to pay. How that still worked when he was half-naked under another guy he really didn't know.
Of course it could have just been a system of rewards working in his favor, because when the green gaze flicked back his way Tseng went and decided to talk, and damn but he sounded good, voice still full with the normal stern crisp tone but with a definite husk that made it plenty obvious what they'd been up to. "Close the door."
Finally breaking out of his frozen state, he couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face as he stepped back, using his heel to close the door behind him before he leaned back on it, his thumbs hooked in his waistband. "You to really don't need to stop cause of me, I can stay quiet and be a good mouse if y'want. Promise."
"No. Come here." This time the words from the big man himself, and he darted his eyes from Tseng to Sephiroth, not all that sure how he wanted to take that speculative gleam in his eyes, but hey, he'd already told himself he wouldn't say no, right?
Time to prove it, if only for his oh so special internal monologue. That monologue had done him some serious favors in his life, he did have to say. Got him in lots of trouble too, sure, but it brought him to this point, to this place and moment where just about a third of the population would pay in blood to be. Sauntering closer to the pair, his smirk grew, and he took in the fact he was very much not wrong about what they'd been doing, the sharp scent of sex more than apparent in the air as he got a better look at how they were arranged. "And what am I coming over here for, eh? You already turned down me being a good audience."
When he got close enough, a tapered, gun callused hand darted out and grabbed the edge of his shirt to drag him down to his knees, the level they were at. Tseng's voice was a bit rough, but perfectly understandable. "Reno. If you don't shut up now and find something to do with yourself, I will shoot you."
"Oooh, kinky." He glanced from one to the other and his smirk slid into a sly grin, fingers slipping between them quickly just to make sure there wouldn't be any changed minds, then he lightly squeezed what he found there, earning a sharp inhale.
The word got a glare from Sephiroth, but his actions didn't and that worked out plenty fine for him. It didn't take long before they apparently were both satisfied with his being there, and things proceeded far more interestingly from that point.
Later, if it had been his thing, he would have gloated, long and loud. Instead he just scared people with his oh so pleased smile when they finally untangled, heading off to deal with their separate tasks. If this was a regular thing, he'd just have to make a note to walk in on people without warning more often. Or, at the very least, rig up some cameras in the building that were angled better.
Okay, so he'd be doing that last anyway. Just in case.
But a man could certainly hope for the best.