Recess
Title: Recess
Fandom: FFVII: Advent Children
Characters: Rufus/Reno
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex, swearing
Format: Oneshot
Status: Complete, unpolished, spellchecked.
Words: 1409
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership of characters or games, only themes within.
For: cloud_strife
Recess
“I believe we will be taking a fifteen minute recess, gentlemen,” the President of ShinRa stood at the head of the long board table, charts and tables projected on the wall behind him. The stock holders murmured among each other as he took a much needed break and walked to the side, pouring himself a glass of water and swallowed to soothe his throat.
There was a light knock at the door, and he looked up as it opened a crack.
“Pardon the interruption, yo, but-” Reno stood there, a look of mild concern on his face that was out of place. His notable smirk was missing as well. Rufus set down his cup and looked at the men gathered around the table as they began to stand, stretch, and help themselves to the spread of food on the side table.
“It is perfectly fine, Reno,” Rufus said, and waved a hand dismissively, “I have a few minutes.” He walked towards the door, and Reno pushed it open for him. The hallway outside was dim and quiet, the door snapping shut and muffling the noises of the investors inside the meeting room. Rufus turned to look back at Reno and frowned when he saw a sudden smirk spring across that still youthful face.
“Awww, didn't figured you'd fall for that serious-serious bullshit! You disappointed me, yo,” Reno drawled out, that smirk solid on his face. Rufus felt that miserable dawning of realization feeling in his stomach before his eyebrows pulled together in irritation.
“Reno, this is hardly the-” his words were swallowed by hungry lips, as Reno pressed him into the wall opposite the door. Rufus's hands went up to tangle in that copper-bright hair, yanking at it until Reno gave a whine of irritation and pain.
He pulled away and reached up, trying to rid his hair of Rufus's grasping fingers. Rufus let him, and placed his hands on Reno's chest, pushing him back with a firm press.
“What's the big deal anyway?” Reno slouched, shoving one hand in his pocket, the other flicking open a box of cigarettes that had magicked their way into his hand, and in a sharp movement he pulled one out with his teeth and flicked open a lighter between his smallest two fingers. Rufus put aside his admiration of Reno's manual dexterity for a moment, as well as his annoyance that Reno was blatantly ignoring (again) the non-smoking sign posted right above his head.
“The big deal is in the midst of being pounded out in that board room,” Rufus said, as he turned back. Reno grabbed him by the bicep, and pulled him in close.
“Ah, they're distracted by the donuts anyway, what's a few minutes?” Warm hands were searching all over Rufus's jacket, until they dug into his pants and pulled his shirt untucked. Reno's calloused fingers travelled up Rufus's stomach, and a shiver erupted from Rufus's gut.
Saying no was becoming a more and more distant response as Reno's mouth attached itself to the side of Rufus's neck, and Rufus found his hand slapping with a soft noise against the wall that echoed the moan shaking up the inside of his throat.
“Reno-” he ground out between his teeth, and Reno smirked up at him, and licked his lower lip.
“I'll make it quick, yo, you know me, always on time and that,” Reno said, and Rufus found himself being pushed along the wall, until his hip hit a doorknob. Reno grabbed it with a quick twist, And Rufus fell backwards into a darkened boardroom.
He stumbled against a stack of chairs, grabbing onto one to keep himself upright as his breathing constricted in his lungs.
“Reno-” he was cut off again as Reno kissed him, capturing his lips hard and rough, but with teasing small bites that echoed the nonsense word he tagged onto the ends of his sentences.
“So fuckin' uptight all the time” Reno murmured against his mouth, words half lost into Rufus's skin. “Can't get you to take a proper vacation, so you better suck it up and deal with the consequences.”
The consequences apparently were having Reno shove his hand down Rufus's pants and grope in that rough, wild way that made Rufus wince and moan at the same time. He struggled to get his hands on Reno's wrists, to try and restrain the man as best he could, but Reno just wriggled or dodged his attempts.
His panting was muffled by the sheet-covered furniture, and he tilted his head upwards and back, feeling the cool metal of a chair arm bite into the back of his neck. Reno's hand was on his thigh, gripping tight and firm, agile finger-tips digging into his muscle.
“I can set my timer if you want, boss,” Reno said against his leather belt, looking up, and those fierce blue eyes burnt right through Rufus and he just shook his head and gave up protesting.
“You assured me we had time.” He closed his eyes as the smooth leather of his belt slithered to the floor in a curling shape, and Reno pushed his dress shirt up to press damp kisses across his stomach. Heat hissed up and made him hard against the lining of his pants, and Rufus stifled a groan into the palm of his hand, as the other clung to the stack of chairs behind him.
“All the time in the world, yo.” Rufus' pants shifted down, and Reno's mouth busied itself with tugging at Rufus's boxers, teeth gripped tightly in the black silk, pulling the fabric down. His hand reached up, and cupped Rufus bare skin to bare skin.
Electricity raced along his frame, and Rufus bent a blond head downwards, trying to catch Reno by the hair, by the shoulder, to find some purchase against his body. Reno looked up and smirked, reaching with one hand to cradle the side of Rufus's face, his thumb pressing over Rufus's lips. He parted his mouth easily, and sucked hard on Reno's digit, as Reno's mouth slid hot and wet around the head of his cock.
Both men groaned, bodies stiffening as their eyes locked together. Reno managed to an inhumanly sexy smirk around Rufus's cock and swallowed him in and deep. Rufus's mouth fell open, Reno's thumb pulling away, and Rufus groaned louder. He arched back and his spine ground into one leg of a chair painfully. He ignored it and thrust forward, feeling Reno start to gag. His hand went to Reno's hair, holding him there, forcing him to take all of his President, all of him, all of-
“Take it,” Rufus hissed out, hips jerking forward in sharp jabs as Reno's tongue tried to keep up, his breath hot against Rufus's thighs. Reno was making tiny gasping noises, and Rufus gripped the back of his head tighter, fisting his hand in Reno's hair, wrapping it around and around and in between his fingers as his body was enveloped in bright coppery heat. “Take...” Rufus tilted his head back and his mouth strained open and wide as he came into Reno's mouth, hand going slack in his hair.
Reno dropped away, falling back on his elbows, panting hard, knees bent and parted while Rufus trembled against the stack of chairs. Their eyes met and Reno managed another smirk despite the way his lips were parted and he still gasped for breath.
“Fucker,” Reno said and then coughed, turning his head to the side to spit. Rufus grabbed his chin and pressed his mouth shut, as Reno's eyes turned shocked and then burnt electric blue.
“Not on my new carpet, you will not,” Rufus said in a stern voice before wrapping his arms around Reno's biceps and pulling him up and into a fierce, hungry kiss.
As he pulled away, Reno tossed his messy hair over one shoulder and glared.
“It hasn't been fifteen, yo, what about me?” The scowl on Reno's face was almost enough to make Rufus laugh. He busied his hands with tucking in his shirt and smoothing down his jacket instead.
“You have hands,” Rufus said, eyeing the prominent bulge in the crotch of Reno's uniform with a certain air of satisfaction. “The elevator has a stop button, as well as CCTV. Feel free to give me a show I can watch at my leisure.”
He turned on his heel, tightened his tie, and left the room.
Fandom: FFVII: Advent Children
Characters: Rufus/Reno
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex, swearing
Format: Oneshot
Status: Complete, unpolished, spellchecked.
Words: 1409
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership of characters or games, only themes within.
For: cloud_strife
Recess
“I believe we will be taking a fifteen minute recess, gentlemen,” the President of ShinRa stood at the head of the long board table, charts and tables projected on the wall behind him. The stock holders murmured among each other as he took a much needed break and walked to the side, pouring himself a glass of water and swallowed to soothe his throat.
There was a light knock at the door, and he looked up as it opened a crack.
“Pardon the interruption, yo, but-” Reno stood there, a look of mild concern on his face that was out of place. His notable smirk was missing as well. Rufus set down his cup and looked at the men gathered around the table as they began to stand, stretch, and help themselves to the spread of food on the side table.
“It is perfectly fine, Reno,” Rufus said, and waved a hand dismissively, “I have a few minutes.” He walked towards the door, and Reno pushed it open for him. The hallway outside was dim and quiet, the door snapping shut and muffling the noises of the investors inside the meeting room. Rufus turned to look back at Reno and frowned when he saw a sudden smirk spring across that still youthful face.
“Awww, didn't figured you'd fall for that serious-serious bullshit! You disappointed me, yo,” Reno drawled out, that smirk solid on his face. Rufus felt that miserable dawning of realization feeling in his stomach before his eyebrows pulled together in irritation.
“Reno, this is hardly the-” his words were swallowed by hungry lips, as Reno pressed him into the wall opposite the door. Rufus's hands went up to tangle in that copper-bright hair, yanking at it until Reno gave a whine of irritation and pain.
He pulled away and reached up, trying to rid his hair of Rufus's grasping fingers. Rufus let him, and placed his hands on Reno's chest, pushing him back with a firm press.
“What's the big deal anyway?” Reno slouched, shoving one hand in his pocket, the other flicking open a box of cigarettes that had magicked their way into his hand, and in a sharp movement he pulled one out with his teeth and flicked open a lighter between his smallest two fingers. Rufus put aside his admiration of Reno's manual dexterity for a moment, as well as his annoyance that Reno was blatantly ignoring (again) the non-smoking sign posted right above his head.
“The big deal is in the midst of being pounded out in that board room,” Rufus said, as he turned back. Reno grabbed him by the bicep, and pulled him in close.
“Ah, they're distracted by the donuts anyway, what's a few minutes?” Warm hands were searching all over Rufus's jacket, until they dug into his pants and pulled his shirt untucked. Reno's calloused fingers travelled up Rufus's stomach, and a shiver erupted from Rufus's gut.
Saying no was becoming a more and more distant response as Reno's mouth attached itself to the side of Rufus's neck, and Rufus found his hand slapping with a soft noise against the wall that echoed the moan shaking up the inside of his throat.
“Reno-” he ground out between his teeth, and Reno smirked up at him, and licked his lower lip.
“I'll make it quick, yo, you know me, always on time and that,” Reno said, and Rufus found himself being pushed along the wall, until his hip hit a doorknob. Reno grabbed it with a quick twist, And Rufus fell backwards into a darkened boardroom.
He stumbled against a stack of chairs, grabbing onto one to keep himself upright as his breathing constricted in his lungs.
“Reno-” he was cut off again as Reno kissed him, capturing his lips hard and rough, but with teasing small bites that echoed the nonsense word he tagged onto the ends of his sentences.
“So fuckin' uptight all the time” Reno murmured against his mouth, words half lost into Rufus's skin. “Can't get you to take a proper vacation, so you better suck it up and deal with the consequences.”
The consequences apparently were having Reno shove his hand down Rufus's pants and grope in that rough, wild way that made Rufus wince and moan at the same time. He struggled to get his hands on Reno's wrists, to try and restrain the man as best he could, but Reno just wriggled or dodged his attempts.
His panting was muffled by the sheet-covered furniture, and he tilted his head upwards and back, feeling the cool metal of a chair arm bite into the back of his neck. Reno's hand was on his thigh, gripping tight and firm, agile finger-tips digging into his muscle.
“I can set my timer if you want, boss,” Reno said against his leather belt, looking up, and those fierce blue eyes burnt right through Rufus and he just shook his head and gave up protesting.
“You assured me we had time.” He closed his eyes as the smooth leather of his belt slithered to the floor in a curling shape, and Reno pushed his dress shirt up to press damp kisses across his stomach. Heat hissed up and made him hard against the lining of his pants, and Rufus stifled a groan into the palm of his hand, as the other clung to the stack of chairs behind him.
“All the time in the world, yo.” Rufus' pants shifted down, and Reno's mouth busied itself with tugging at Rufus's boxers, teeth gripped tightly in the black silk, pulling the fabric down. His hand reached up, and cupped Rufus bare skin to bare skin.
Electricity raced along his frame, and Rufus bent a blond head downwards, trying to catch Reno by the hair, by the shoulder, to find some purchase against his body. Reno looked up and smirked, reaching with one hand to cradle the side of Rufus's face, his thumb pressing over Rufus's lips. He parted his mouth easily, and sucked hard on Reno's digit, as Reno's mouth slid hot and wet around the head of his cock.
Both men groaned, bodies stiffening as their eyes locked together. Reno managed to an inhumanly sexy smirk around Rufus's cock and swallowed him in and deep. Rufus's mouth fell open, Reno's thumb pulling away, and Rufus groaned louder. He arched back and his spine ground into one leg of a chair painfully. He ignored it and thrust forward, feeling Reno start to gag. His hand went to Reno's hair, holding him there, forcing him to take all of his President, all of him, all of-
“Take it,” Rufus hissed out, hips jerking forward in sharp jabs as Reno's tongue tried to keep up, his breath hot against Rufus's thighs. Reno was making tiny gasping noises, and Rufus gripped the back of his head tighter, fisting his hand in Reno's hair, wrapping it around and around and in between his fingers as his body was enveloped in bright coppery heat. “Take...” Rufus tilted his head back and his mouth strained open and wide as he came into Reno's mouth, hand going slack in his hair.
Reno dropped away, falling back on his elbows, panting hard, knees bent and parted while Rufus trembled against the stack of chairs. Their eyes met and Reno managed another smirk despite the way his lips were parted and he still gasped for breath.
“Fucker,” Reno said and then coughed, turning his head to the side to spit. Rufus grabbed his chin and pressed his mouth shut, as Reno's eyes turned shocked and then burnt electric blue.
“Not on my new carpet, you will not,” Rufus said in a stern voice before wrapping his arms around Reno's biceps and pulling him up and into a fierce, hungry kiss.
As he pulled away, Reno tossed his messy hair over one shoulder and glared.
“It hasn't been fifteen, yo, what about me?” The scowl on Reno's face was almost enough to make Rufus laugh. He busied his hands with tucking in his shirt and smoothing down his jacket instead.
“You have hands,” Rufus said, eyeing the prominent bulge in the crotch of Reno's uniform with a certain air of satisfaction. “The elevator has a stop button, as well as CCTV. Feel free to give me a show I can watch at my leisure.”
He turned on his heel, tightened his tie, and left the room.