Final Fantasy Seven: Reno/Rufus
Title: Personal
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: worksafe
Warnings: Nope
Word count: 475
Summary: Reno didn't play that way.
"I'm not gonna be your whore y'know." The comment was almost casual, and the Turk took a good look at his boss, the spoiled kid he'd ended up taking care of through a hell of a lot. Guy who had turned into a smart vicious and gorgeous man.
It hadn't put a dent in the spoiled part. He didn't mind too much normally, but there were times he had to wonder what the boss was thinking in that blond haired skull of his. Yeah, he was a Turk. And, yeah, he always would be. But that didn't mean the guy could tell him to do just about anything and he'd snap to. He wasn't that kind of employee.
No, he was the guy you called in to wreak a little havoc, to ruin a couple lives. He was the guy who had fun being destructive. He was not the guy you called in when you wanted to get a seduction into a kill, or to pandy around at point to get some favors.
Somewhere along the line, it seemed that his spoiled boss man hadn't gotten that little fact through his head. The man even seemed to be going with the idea that he might change his mind just because of the look he was giving him. "Seriously boss, what gave you the idea this was a good one anyway? I'm a force of nature yo, not some poodle on a leash."
He spread his arms out, a sharp gesture meant to make it obvious the man should see what he meant. He could only shake his head when Rufus went and looked displeased at him. He had to have a point if the guy wasn't talking though. Usually the guy was full up on words, ready to let loose at the smallest sign of disagreement.
That meant that the pres had to know he wouldn't like this, wouldn't take it, and he had to wonder why the hell he'd bothered and wasted time on either side of their track.
The silence drew out, his fingers twitching and moving to shove red locks out of his face as he waited, watching gray eyes as gray eyes watched him. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you would obey me Reno."
"That's it? You felt like it?" He paused, seeing the small nod. "And you'd have had me go all the way, wouldn't you?"
The morbid sweet smile was all the answer he got, and he just shook his head.
His boss seriously needed to respect his Turks.
If nobody else would think to teach the man, then it looked like the task was left to him.
He wouldn't be a whore for the man, but that never meant that he had any issues with using sex as a weapon… as long as it stayed personal.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: worksafe
Warnings: Nope
Word count: 475
Summary: Reno didn't play that way.
"I'm not gonna be your whore y'know." The comment was almost casual, and the Turk took a good look at his boss, the spoiled kid he'd ended up taking care of through a hell of a lot. Guy who had turned into a smart vicious and gorgeous man.
It hadn't put a dent in the spoiled part. He didn't mind too much normally, but there were times he had to wonder what the boss was thinking in that blond haired skull of his. Yeah, he was a Turk. And, yeah, he always would be. But that didn't mean the guy could tell him to do just about anything and he'd snap to. He wasn't that kind of employee.
No, he was the guy you called in to wreak a little havoc, to ruin a couple lives. He was the guy who had fun being destructive. He was not the guy you called in when you wanted to get a seduction into a kill, or to pandy around at point to get some favors.
Somewhere along the line, it seemed that his spoiled boss man hadn't gotten that little fact through his head. The man even seemed to be going with the idea that he might change his mind just because of the look he was giving him. "Seriously boss, what gave you the idea this was a good one anyway? I'm a force of nature yo, not some poodle on a leash."
He spread his arms out, a sharp gesture meant to make it obvious the man should see what he meant. He could only shake his head when Rufus went and looked displeased at him. He had to have a point if the guy wasn't talking though. Usually the guy was full up on words, ready to let loose at the smallest sign of disagreement.
That meant that the pres had to know he wouldn't like this, wouldn't take it, and he had to wonder why the hell he'd bothered and wasted time on either side of their track.
The silence drew out, his fingers twitching and moving to shove red locks out of his face as he waited, watching gray eyes as gray eyes watched him. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you would obey me Reno."
"That's it? You felt like it?" He paused, seeing the small nod. "And you'd have had me go all the way, wouldn't you?"
The morbid sweet smile was all the answer he got, and he just shook his head.
His boss seriously needed to respect his Turks.
If nobody else would think to teach the man, then it looked like the task was left to him.
He wouldn't be a whore for the man, but that never meant that he had any issues with using sex as a weapon… as long as it stayed personal.