Ought to Know
Title: Ought to Know
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Pairing: Reno/Rufus
Words: 1284
Rating: R
Warnings: Lots of swearing
Summary: Gossip produces the most interesting effects.
"You, boss, are a bastard, y'know that?" Reno was ignored as he came into the office, clothes askew and generally looking like he'd been either having a rather good time or a horrible one.
"I've had it mentioned every so often." He didn't look up to grace the man with attention. Showing Reno respect was rather like waving a flag in front of a predator. It certainly wouldn't make the man leave any more quickly, and in this case that was the goal.
"Yeah, well, this is whole new levels of bastardum for you. Congrats. What the fuck are you telling people about my sex life for? You don't even know! What the hell did I do to piss you off enough to butt in on that little no man's land of prestige you love so damn much? Huh?"
A goal that didn't seem to be working. Fair enough, the man seemed decently upset. He wasn't an idiot, contrary to whatever he might have convinced anyone into over the years. Lifting his head with a smirk, he rested his hands on the edge of his desk and pushed his chair back. "And what makes you think I did a thing Reno? Why would I risk muddying myself in your activities, hmm? Speak quickly now, I've things to do."
When the redhead stalked closer, he didn't follow him with his gaze, snubbing him as no threat to his person in spite of whatever training he knew the man had. He'd never thought the man was stable after all, though it was entirely possible that the same could apply to him at times. Not that he would say as much, of course, he had a company to run. Still, that resolve was the likely cause behind the lack of reaction as the man leaned around the chair back and spoke directly in his ear. "You think that you being the President now gives you the right to start shit with me?"
He didn't move away, back staying straight in the chair as he caught a flash of pale hands out of the corner of his eye, then felt cool of metal under his chin. He didn't tense. If the man killed him, even his ilk wouldn't forgive him, and marks would be too obvious to that weapon. Reno knew both, and it was possible he didn't care, but the possibility instilled no real fear in him. "You think you being a Turk, my Turk, means I fear you?"
"You, Shinra, are just a pansy pretending to play house now that his daddy's gone." His Turk pulled back the weapon as he kicked the chair into a spin so it would face him, a show of annoyance that was punctuated as hands leaned on either arm. "Don't fuck with me, you won't like what I do."
Feeling his smirk grow, he settled back in his chair, eyes raking over the slender figure in front of him. Dismissive and unimpressed were very good words for the cold air practically seeping out of his skin. "Oh? And what exactly would you dare do Reno? What can you do, hm?"
"I can do enough. Teach you that just cause I enjoy myself doesn't mean I'm free to ride. Believe it or not, I am not the town bike, and I don't appreciate people tagging me off as some kind a whore on the in. cor. rect fucking rumors you've been spreading around! So just tell me, why the hell did you do it? Did you want me to come and give you the details? You could have asked! You own my life here, comes with the territory, or did you just want to see if I'd really hurt you if you pulled this shit? Huh? Tell, I'm waitin!"
When the man bounced the chair a bit with the force of a shake given to it and stood back, he just followed him with his eyes, the smirk having once again turned to a dismissive look. "Are you finished Reno?"
The red haired man kicked the desk once, hard, then leaned his hip on it, one hand curled tight around the mag rod with the other on the flat top of the surface. "Conceited fucker. Yeah, I'm finished. For now."
"Certain of that?" He arched an eyebrow, but didn't give him a chance to move into another spiel of commentary, accusations, and tripe, instead just finding a comfortable position in his chair. "You need to step back from the situation and think for a moment Reno. Why would I feel the need to install myself into your sex life, and even had I the inclination, when would I have the time, hmm? Even this conversation is turning onerous merely by virtue of you distracting me from more important matters. Your job may concern security and keeping people from finding out secrets therein while protecting my person, but I believe you are looking in the wrong direction to fuel your clearly flagging investigative talents. Find someone else to fulfill your need for attention, I've things that need my focus far more than you."
He didn't quite get the chance to turn his chair, nor did he really expect it considering how disbelieving Reno had started to look by the end of his statements, though annoyance had been clear as well. Satisfying, yet still, the man grabbing his chair when he went to return his attention to the paperwork couldn't be left unnoted, so he leveled an icy stare at the hand restraining the movement. "You know, boss… you sure talk a hell of a lot for someone trying to tell me to go away." The icy stare was transferred to the man's face, and the blue gaze he saw there looked thoughtfully intense. "I mean, you could have ordered me right out the second I busted in here, you've done it before, so why didn't you?"
The only way he even bothered to grace the question was with a slowly arched eyebrow, his icy look never budging. Not that it ever phased the man, but there was some principle in the matter. Not all of it had to do with reactions, but actions must never fade from constancy when dealing with certain individuals. It would set an unhealthy precedent.
Smirking in a fashion that made the man look as though he knew something, or realized something perhaps, the redhead leaned in close, voice dropping a bit in tone. "And here I thought it was done in spite." He didn't lean away from the man as he got closer, just watching him as he had when the man had threatened his life a short while before. The kiss was clear, expected, and he only reacted so far, not really enough to encourage, but not enough to convey disgust either. The redhead didn't linger, but he did back off quickly considering that the glare had never faded, even through the actions, a grin crossing his lips and his spirits visibly bolstered. "No need to worry prez, I don't kiss and tell."
Finally clear to do so, he turned to his desk, dismissing the man with actions before he spoke, tone just as clear as his body language. "You would regret it if you did. Out, before I decide you've offended me more than your diatribe already has." The man obeyed this time, swinging the mag rod between his fingers as he sidled out of the room.
He glanced to the door as it clicked shut, a small, pleased smirk coming to his lips. It wouldn't take long at all to have the man at heel… now that the Turk had the idea at least.
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Pairing: Reno/Rufus
Words: 1284
Rating: R
Warnings: Lots of swearing
Summary: Gossip produces the most interesting effects.
"You, boss, are a bastard, y'know that?" Reno was ignored as he came into the office, clothes askew and generally looking like he'd been either having a rather good time or a horrible one.
"I've had it mentioned every so often." He didn't look up to grace the man with attention. Showing Reno respect was rather like waving a flag in front of a predator. It certainly wouldn't make the man leave any more quickly, and in this case that was the goal.
"Yeah, well, this is whole new levels of bastardum for you. Congrats. What the fuck are you telling people about my sex life for? You don't even know! What the hell did I do to piss you off enough to butt in on that little no man's land of prestige you love so damn much? Huh?"
A goal that didn't seem to be working. Fair enough, the man seemed decently upset. He wasn't an idiot, contrary to whatever he might have convinced anyone into over the years. Lifting his head with a smirk, he rested his hands on the edge of his desk and pushed his chair back. "And what makes you think I did a thing Reno? Why would I risk muddying myself in your activities, hmm? Speak quickly now, I've things to do."
When the redhead stalked closer, he didn't follow him with his gaze, snubbing him as no threat to his person in spite of whatever training he knew the man had. He'd never thought the man was stable after all, though it was entirely possible that the same could apply to him at times. Not that he would say as much, of course, he had a company to run. Still, that resolve was the likely cause behind the lack of reaction as the man leaned around the chair back and spoke directly in his ear. "You think that you being the President now gives you the right to start shit with me?"
He didn't move away, back staying straight in the chair as he caught a flash of pale hands out of the corner of his eye, then felt cool of metal under his chin. He didn't tense. If the man killed him, even his ilk wouldn't forgive him, and marks would be too obvious to that weapon. Reno knew both, and it was possible he didn't care, but the possibility instilled no real fear in him. "You think you being a Turk, my Turk, means I fear you?"
"You, Shinra, are just a pansy pretending to play house now that his daddy's gone." His Turk pulled back the weapon as he kicked the chair into a spin so it would face him, a show of annoyance that was punctuated as hands leaned on either arm. "Don't fuck with me, you won't like what I do."
Feeling his smirk grow, he settled back in his chair, eyes raking over the slender figure in front of him. Dismissive and unimpressed were very good words for the cold air practically seeping out of his skin. "Oh? And what exactly would you dare do Reno? What can you do, hm?"
"I can do enough. Teach you that just cause I enjoy myself doesn't mean I'm free to ride. Believe it or not, I am not the town bike, and I don't appreciate people tagging me off as some kind a whore on the in. cor. rect fucking rumors you've been spreading around! So just tell me, why the hell did you do it? Did you want me to come and give you the details? You could have asked! You own my life here, comes with the territory, or did you just want to see if I'd really hurt you if you pulled this shit? Huh? Tell, I'm waitin!"
When the man bounced the chair a bit with the force of a shake given to it and stood back, he just followed him with his eyes, the smirk having once again turned to a dismissive look. "Are you finished Reno?"
The red haired man kicked the desk once, hard, then leaned his hip on it, one hand curled tight around the mag rod with the other on the flat top of the surface. "Conceited fucker. Yeah, I'm finished. For now."
"Certain of that?" He arched an eyebrow, but didn't give him a chance to move into another spiel of commentary, accusations, and tripe, instead just finding a comfortable position in his chair. "You need to step back from the situation and think for a moment Reno. Why would I feel the need to install myself into your sex life, and even had I the inclination, when would I have the time, hmm? Even this conversation is turning onerous merely by virtue of you distracting me from more important matters. Your job may concern security and keeping people from finding out secrets therein while protecting my person, but I believe you are looking in the wrong direction to fuel your clearly flagging investigative talents. Find someone else to fulfill your need for attention, I've things that need my focus far more than you."
He didn't quite get the chance to turn his chair, nor did he really expect it considering how disbelieving Reno had started to look by the end of his statements, though annoyance had been clear as well. Satisfying, yet still, the man grabbing his chair when he went to return his attention to the paperwork couldn't be left unnoted, so he leveled an icy stare at the hand restraining the movement. "You know, boss… you sure talk a hell of a lot for someone trying to tell me to go away." The icy stare was transferred to the man's face, and the blue gaze he saw there looked thoughtfully intense. "I mean, you could have ordered me right out the second I busted in here, you've done it before, so why didn't you?"
The only way he even bothered to grace the question was with a slowly arched eyebrow, his icy look never budging. Not that it ever phased the man, but there was some principle in the matter. Not all of it had to do with reactions, but actions must never fade from constancy when dealing with certain individuals. It would set an unhealthy precedent.
Smirking in a fashion that made the man look as though he knew something, or realized something perhaps, the redhead leaned in close, voice dropping a bit in tone. "And here I thought it was done in spite." He didn't lean away from the man as he got closer, just watching him as he had when the man had threatened his life a short while before. The kiss was clear, expected, and he only reacted so far, not really enough to encourage, but not enough to convey disgust either. The redhead didn't linger, but he did back off quickly considering that the glare had never faded, even through the actions, a grin crossing his lips and his spirits visibly bolstered. "No need to worry prez, I don't kiss and tell."
Finally clear to do so, he turned to his desk, dismissing the man with actions before he spoke, tone just as clear as his body language. "You would regret it if you did. Out, before I decide you've offended me more than your diatribe already has." The man obeyed this time, swinging the mag rod between his fingers as he sidled out of the room.
He glanced to the door as it clicked shut, a small, pleased smirk coming to his lips. It wouldn't take long at all to have the man at heel… now that the Turk had the idea at least.