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One shot! Le Woot! I have sooo many one shots that I thought I'd post one. P

This one I've been hiding for too long, I think. I likey. lol. Tseng x Reno from Reno's POV.

Enjoy.

Warnings: WELL! Rather graphic male x male smex. I'd call it yaoi really. lol. Other than that, I also inform you that the pair of them swear a bit in this. Why? they're Turks. They're bad ass. I love them. I have a filthy mouth at times. -Le sob-

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His whole demanour screamed 'I'm nothing but sexy under all this', and the bastard didn't even know it, I'm sure... It only added to the appeal however, and only increased my frustration. It wasn't that I was a nobody at the back of the crowd, you know, someone that he's got no idea even exists. I'd made sure that he did know me, and my last escapade that had me wound up in his office had surely increased his awareness of me. No, it was none of that. It was the mere fact that he passed me off so lightly that drove me insane. Usually all I'd have to do was swing my hips, saunter a little and throw a teasing little smirk in any object's direction and they were putty in my hands regardless of gender. That was, until he came along... I'd been determined to at least catch his attention though, so I'd scoped out what he paid most attention to, and hit him there. Uniform. Every damned day, he'd walk up and down the line of Turks as we fluffed our feathers and looked as presentable as possible. The hawk that he was, however, noticed even the slightest break of policy, and pulled offenders up for it. So, I played his game, and I wore bright blue socks... Not my favourite colour in the slightest, (it clashed horribly with my hair) but it got his attention, and it got me a visit to his office.

"Reno, isn't it?" he'd sighed, gesturing for me to sit across from him at his hardwood desk.

"Mhmm..." I'd smirked in return, sitting in the lush chair and stretching languidly. I eyed him off flirtatiously from beneath thick eyelashes, but he didn't budge an inch...

"Cut the smug attitude, red. You have a reputation already here as a troublemarke. I've been a turk for close to six years, and allow me to crumble your little world a moment to tell you that your kind doesn't leave a lasting impression..." He said flatly.

"Huh?"

Nobody had ever spoken to me like that before...

"The fact that you try and make a name for yourself isn't the issue. The way that you do it is. I'm not going to have some arrogant rookie Turk of mine bringing my ass down with their antics..." He stated, and I snorted a little.

"Lucky I'm not your Turk then, hey? I'm my own person ya know?" I'd grinned, sliding a cigarette from my breast pocket and placing it between my lips. I did it slowly, you see, all for effect... as I lit the stick and took a long drag, breathing out slowly. He plucked it then, straight from my mouth, and ground it onto his desk, smiling slightly.

"You obviously don't know it yet, but I do own you. I tell you to jump, you ask me how high. I tell you to run, and you do it until I tell you to stop. I tell you to freefall from a plane with no parachute, you do it, and you sure as hell don't ask questions. I've worked here long enough to know what I'm doing, and the only Turks I've lost have been the arrogant little fucks who thought that the world owed them something. The world doesn't owe you shit, you owe me..." he smirked smugly, "... ya know?"

I fumbled for a witty remark, some kind of flirtatious reply, but I simply nodded dumbly and muttered a small 'yes sir' before his smirk widened.

"I've got my eye on you rookie..." He said, before gesturing for me to leave. I did so like some god damned puppy with its tail between its legs.

He hadn't been reeled in by my confidence, swayed by my charm or lulled by my suggestive tone. He'd seen right through the bullshit and passed me off. It wasn't the last time either. Yesterday, on my way to the locker room, I'd stopped by the board room, where he was preparing for a meeting and casually leant against the door frame.

"Hey boss man..." I smirked, as he didn't even glance up from his paper work.

"I'm busy Reno..." He'd muttered, and I'd shrugged.

"Just seeing how you are, ya know? Thought you might like a bit of good company or a friendly face, ya know? You're lookin tense..."

"If I needed either Reno, I assure you I'd set my standards a little higher than yourself. Did you need anything else?"

"Uh...no, not really yo..."

"Then leave..." He smirked up at me, eyes barely meeting my own.

"Yes sir..."

I should have hated him, but it only made my determination increase. I had never played the game of hard to get before, and I figured it was worth a try. This morning, I threw everything I had at him. He'd walked into the training room, and I'd made sure I'd been there earlier than even he could arrive. I'd already worked up a decent sweat, and had chosen to train shirtless with a nice set of snug pants... I was looking good, I was feeling good, and it was showing through every pore I had. He'd walked in and caught sight of me bench pressing.

"You're here early, rookie..." he remarked.

"Determination, boss man..." I smirked, standing up and running a towel over my sweat soaked skin. He leant in closer to me, and my brain automatically gave me the thumbs up. Fuck yes, action time!

"You smell like roadkill..." he frowned, raising an eyebrow, "Go take a shower before I throw up..."

He smirked, as I slunk once again from his company.

Now, as I watched him move slowly down the line of sharply dressed turks, he remained a sight to see. Dark eyes peered out from long lashes as ebony hair swung forward slightly and framed his face, traces of a smile licking at sensual lips... God damn it, he's gorgeous... He moved on to me now, and stopped, smirking slightly.

"Reno."

"Yes sir."

"Stand up straight."

"Yes sir..."

He looked me over, his eyes raking over each detail of my uniform from the feet up, before his eyes finally rested on mine.

"What do you call this, rookie?"

"Excuse me sir?"

His eyes locked onto my chest, like I knew they would, and his eyebrow raised.

"Not bothering with a tie?"

"I find them a bit of a bitch to wear, sir..." I shrugged, and a couple of the other guys laughed.

His face remained neutral, but his eyes glittered with something similar to amusement.

"A bit of a bitch, you say?"

"Yeah, a bit of a bit-"

I didn't get to finish, his leg sweeping under mine in a fluid motion and knocking me to the floor. His knee then collided with my back and pinned me, as he yanked my hair, lowering his face to mine.

"You're pushing your luck, rookie... Mind your manners or I'll have you chained and whipped for ignorance..."

"Mmm, don't tempt me..." I smirked, my cheek ground further into the asphalt.

"Oh, I wouldn't count on enjoying it. There's only so much pain you can take before it becomes pleasure. But there's only so much pained pleasure you can take before the pleasure just slips away, red..." he smirked, a dangerous glint flicking through his eyes as he climbed off me.

"Be in my office by noon, rookie. I've had enough of your attitude..." He announced, before sending a debilitating show wave through me with his EMR.

By the time I'd dragged my sorry ass to my feet, he'd disappeared into the main building and left my comrades to mock me at will. I'd love to hate him, but the bastard made it damn near impossible...

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His receptionist, a blonde girl, smiled widely at me as I waltzed down the hallway.

"Reno?"

"Yeah babe. How's it?" I grinned, and she blushed, offering me a standard issue giggle.

"I'm ok... I'm good actually... and how are you then?"

"Sweet. I'm here to see the Fuhrer."

"Oh Reno..." She sighed, "He's really not such a bad person. He's quite wonderful if you get to know him well enough."

"He seems a little like he's got one of those EMRs up his ass, I tell ya."

"Well he speaks rather highly of you. Not openly of course, but he does think you'll make it places. You should respect him at least for that..."

The way her face was at that moment, I might as well have made the statement about her personally.

"Hey, I didn't mean to offend you or any shit like that, yo..." I shrugged casually, and she shook her head slightly.

"No, no... it's just that I know he can be a little... tightly wound... but he's really full of surprises actually..." She smiled, "He's really very caring, and extremely passionate about his work. He says that he can see a younger version of himself in you."

"No shit. Did he really say that?" I asked, perhaps a little too eagerly, and she nodded.

"Yes. He also referred to you a-"

"Reno..." Tseng interrupted, as his door opened quite suddenly.

"Oh! Commander! I'm so sorry sir, I meant to tell you that he was here but we got talking an-" the blonde bubbled.

"It's alright Elena... "Tseng smiled softly and openly, and I inwardly groaned. He was just... so...Fucking gorgeous... The bastard sent those little tendrils of pleasure right through me just with his eyes. Like the asshole was doing now.

"Besides..." The commander smirked, "Reno here could be heard from a mile away..."

I scowled as indignantly as I could, but it was hard to focus as my eyes tore themselves from his gaze and took in the overall appearance for the first time. I'd never seen Tseng without his Turk issue jacket so far, but it had been discarded sometime between the parade grounds and our encounter now, and his shirt was clinging quite nicely to a frame of lean and sculpted muscle. Oh yes, he was a Turk... and if the situation wasn't so annoying, I may very well have jumped him by now. I hated self-restraint. I so very rarely needed it, as most of the situations I found myself in involved a shit load of alcohol and no inhibitions. Tseng however, was the only bastard who could affect me like this in the most dull and boring situations. I mean, for fuck's sake, we were standing in a hallway talking to his secretary, and I was already getting a little hot under the collar.

"You must not be feeling well, rookie..." he mused, as I zoned back into this God forsaken reality.

"Huh?"

"There was no witty remark, and you're looking a little flushed..."

I rolled my eyes as only I knew how, and shifted my weight on my feet.

"I didn't think your pissy little attempt at dragging me down a peg was worth it, yo..." I shrugged, and there it was again... That dangerous glint of amusement in his eyes. It was like that of a cat sitting beside a fishbowl and gently pawing at the water. All calm on the surface, but inside the bastard's thinking 'I'm gonna eat this fucker alive'.

"Elena, have you been on your lunch break?" He asked softly.

"Yes sir. I spent fourty minutes on-"

"Take another."

Oh shit. I knew what that meant. Last time Richards had mouthed off, Tseng had sent Elena on a second lunch break. Needless to say, Richards had returned a model Turk, complete with a few black and blue accesories to explain the sudden change of heart. Richards had refused to speak a word about it, merely turning pale on mention of the incident or flinching as the Commander spoke his name at roll call. Shinra hadn't looked into it. He never does. Why would he? Tseng is his own authority.

Elena grabbed her things then, throwing me a startled look before disappearing hurriedly down the hall. Well, if I was going to get my ass kicked, I wasn't going down without a fight.

"No point sending the kid away, yo. From what I hear, she wouldn't say shit about anything but the rainbows coming out of your ass..." I shrugged, and Tseng smirked, leaning against his door frame.

"She's merely misguided, like so many of you are..." he remarked airily, "She seems to think I return her affections beyond that of a good friend, and you little shits think you can do whatever you wish... Both misguided in your own little way."

"You might intimidate a few of the others, but you don't do shit to me..." I remarked just as airily, and his smirk widened.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You're a pussy cat. You might bring your claws out here and there, but I think that if anyone rubbed you the right way, you'd be purring in their lap by the end of the day."

"You're quite the arrogant shit, aren't you rookie?" He asked, before standing up straight and gesturing for me to step into his office. I did so very cautiously, but he was already sitting at his desk, so I doubted he would do much harm. I shrugged and sat in the chair across from him, as he reclined back slightly.

"So, what makes you think that you're Gaia's gift to man, woman, or God fobid anything else your sick little mind could be into?" Tseng smirked, and I shrugged casually. No intimidation. If I wanted to be a shit hot Turk, I wasn't going to show him that I was halfway between aroused from the teasing flick at the end of his lips, and halfway to shitting myself from that glint in his eyes. Keep pawing that water bastard, I'm gonna swim my way round that damn tank till you jump in and drown yourself.

"I don't think it, bossman. I just take in the info I see around me. I go for what I want, and I get it..." I replied, "Never failed me in the past, and it's how I came to be the rookie I am today."

"And what is it that the little prince wants?" Tseng asked flatly, an eyebrow raised, "What is it that the class clown from Midgar could possibly want?"

"Depends on what you're asking, yo. What do I want from what? From Shinra? I wanna be a Turk. I wanna be Commander some day when you're too old to do the good shit. I'm intending on being next in line..." I replied, holding his gaze despite the intense fuck-age it was doing to everything in my body. It was haywire in there. He looked mildly surprised, for the first time I recall, at my brashness. As was the usual though, any emotion was quashed as quickly as it came and replaced with another. This one, this intense gaze burning brighter than any of the others... Couldn't place it.

"From me."

"Eh?"

"What do you want from me, rookie? What's this bullshit you keep pulling?" he asked flatly, and his gaze never left mine, "I'm getting the impression you get some kind of pleasure out of seeing me tick..."

Well... not expected... Reply, reply... What the hell am I meant to say to that shit? Fuck it. Boldness. A shit load of boldness. I'm never one to back down. Dad taught me that shit, and there is no way I'm gonna back down now.

"Well there ya go boss man. I pull this shit to see you tick. I get more than a little pleasure out of it. In fact, I get it in the truckloads..." I smirked, and I saw a flicker of surprise across his face.

"You're bold, rookie. It's going to fuck you over some day."

"I'm not denyin' that..."

"You can leave then..." He said flatly, as he stood up and headed for the door, "I have what I need. Head back to your quarters and study your ass off if you're really looking to be a Turk."

"I feel like drinking actually..." I shrugged, "So we'll have a little test to see if booze really fucks the system, then go for that test tomorrow..."

"I wouldn't if you value your ass. I wouldn't think even you would like my foot up it. It was an order rookie, not a request."

"Fuck your orders, and quit calling me rookie. It's Reno..."

I reached for the door handle, but didn't even manage to slip my fingers around it as I was slammed face first against the door and pressed against the wood. I stifled the gasp of surprise I had caught in my throat. Turks don't gasp...

"What was that, slick?" Tseng asked, and I smirked.

"I said fuck your orders and call me by my God damned name. Maybe your getting older than I thought, slick..."

He pinned me with his own damned body and leant in to whisper in my ear.

"You really are a cocky little bastard, aren't you Reno?" he said sharply, as I felt his lips curl into a smirk at my ear, "You're so accustomed to being in charge of your own surroundings, aren't you? Prince of your own little world..."

"I..."

"You what Reno? You're getting enjoyment out of this aren't you?"

Oh fuck yes. He didn't wait for a reply though, as he pressed his knee against my ass and ground the front of my waist painfully slowly against the door. Ah fuck... okay, maybe Turks can gasp a little. I needed an excuse for that bitchy little whimper I just gave out...

"You were probably a stray when we found you, weren't you? Raised in an unsettled family..." Tseng continued murmuring, apparently unphased, "Then spent your teens as a street rat..."

Asshole.

"Fuck off. I don't need you telling me wh- Ahhh..."

He obviously didn't want me speaking, applying a little more pressure as soon as I opened my mouth. Torture. Absolutely, painfully good torture...

"But we took you in, got you clothed, fed you. We brought you into a family, and we gave you a home as soon as you signed up for this."

"What bullsh-"

Holy mother fucking... He cut me off swiftly by pressing in tighter and slipping a hand down the front of my trousers. I choked on every one of those little gasps he was trying to draw out as he teasingly stroked what he found there.

"That means I own you, rookie... I own every piece of you, and this..." he smirked as his hand squeezed my full blown hard on, "Is no exception... You understand that, Reno?"

"...Yes..." I breathed shakily.

"Louder, Reno..." he ordered, squeezing again as his lips lingered on my earlobe, and his tongue slowly flicked out to taste my skin.

"Nn.. Fuck yes..." I nothing short of moaned, and his smirk widened slightly. He grabbed my ponytail and tugged it slightly, his hand still expertly working on where the large majority of my body heat was pooling.

"You even moan like a little street whore..." He smirked, before using his grip on my hair to twist my head and crash his lips against mine.

He tasted of coffee and something akin to cinnamon, but the strongest taste was that of the power and confidence that had snared me in to begin with. His tongue slid into my all too willing mouth and ravaged it, as his free hand slid up under my shirt to gently drag his nails along my chest and Gaia... oh Gaia... Swimming. Everything was swimming, and I struggled to keep myself conscious. It was a sensory overload, and it had left me barely standing. Had he not been supporting me so firmly, I would have collapsed on the ground about two minutes ago. I let out a strangled cry as his lips pulled back from mine and latched onto my earlobe. His hand also left my chest and he slipped two of his fingers in my mouth. I felt a little tremor run through my spine as I began laving at them, getting more pleasure than I probably should have out of the taste of his skin, the texture of his fingers on my tongue, the ministrations he was now applying to my neck... Oh fuck... please Tseng...

Wait... did I just say that out loud? Did I just beg like the little whore I had always denied being? Judging from the smirk against my skin... yes...

"What's it like? What's it like to lose all that self control? What's it like to be lost?" he whispered, nipping slightly at my collarbone as I wobbled slightly, the pleasure almost unbearable.

"Ahh..."

"What's it like?" he repeated, as I struggled to string a coherent statement.

"I just... Ahh..." I writhed slightly, but he pinned me again, "Good..."

"Why's that?"

"Because..." I paused, partially out of inability to speak and the mere fact that I didn't know why I was nearly seeing white merely from the magic of his fingers.

Because this was by far the hottest experience that I had ever had the absoulte pleasure of being in and... ahh fuck... If he wanted me to speak the fucker should stop nipping at my jugular and sliding those delicate fingers so... suggestively... in and out of my mouth...

"Because it's me, isn't that it?" He murmured, his voice a little husky.

"Yes..." I managed to choke around his fingers as he left a hard enough bite to leave a mark.

"I own you, Reno. I know it, you know it, and this..." He murmured, placing a feather soft kiss atop my newest wound, "will ensure that everyone knows it..."

I nodded and damn near mewled, leaning into him and unable to stop the soft moan escaping my lips as I felt his own arousal pressed firmly against me. I ground a little for my own pleasure and found an even further enjoyment as his breathing hitched just barely against my ear, the shaky remnants of a gasp of his own slipping from his lips. I increased my attentions on his fingers, and his own fingers increased their intensity around my arousal. I thrusted shamelessly into his hand as I reached behind me to pull his head back to mine. I found what I was after as I let go of his fingers and sought his mouth. It was fire now, as I got closer and closer... so unbearably fucking close... He kissed me hard for several moments before pulling back and locking blazing eyes with mine, as a light tinge flushed his cheeks.

"Show me you know it..." He murmured, a smirk slipping along his lips, "Show me you know that I own you..."

"Tseng..." I half groaned, and he smirked wider, pulling my hand from the back of his neck and slipping two of my own fingers into his mouth. He held my gaze as he sucked and worked his tongue around them like a professional, taking obvious enjoyment from me throwing my head back and straining to keep my eyes open. He pulled them out and leant in to my earlobe once more.

"Show me..." He hissed, before raking his nails down my chest and biting my neck simultaneously. The mingle of intense pleasure and a sharp pain was enough to push me over, and I shuddered in his arms as I felt it burn through me.

"Tseng!" I cried out, before he swallowed my breath with his mouth. The kiss was just as blistering as all the others, and for the first time in any encounter I'd had, I was more than content for the other party to dominate.

I might have passed out, I wasn't sure, because I hadn't even felt Tseng's body heat leave before he was sitting at his desk and smirking with some sense of self satisfaction. His cheeks were still slightly flushed, and his hair was toussled from where I'd clutched at it. I also knew of what he was hiding beneath that desk, and he'd never been... sexier... I held his gaze as he watched me for a few moments.

"Tseng..." I said, still somewhat breathless, and he turned away. That smirk still lingered. Bastard. I composed myself and smirked lazily.

"You'll make a bad Turk out of me if this is what I get for lack of discipline..." I smirked smugly, as his gaze returned to meet mine.

"Quite the opposite. You'll go back to your place and study now, because if you don't, I'll have you kicked out of the course, and this will never happen again..." He smirked.

"What makes you think you have that much control?"

"I'm not going to have to change my pants when I get home..." He said matter-of-factly, "Because of just how much control I do have, Reno..."

"You know, we could easily change that..." I smirked, and his lips curled upwards slightly.

"There are 34 undetectable poisons and paralyzers I have to dispose at my will, Reno. Unless you would like to be a guinea pig, I'd suggest you get to studying..." He said quietly, picking up his pen with a smirk on his face. I scowled slightly in mock defeat, knowing full well that if my control could break, his could too.

"I'll see you around, Commander..." I shrugged casually, and he offered a small smirk in reply.

"I take pleasure in knowing that, rookie, because I am well aware that you will not stay away for long."

I slipped out of the room, having no wit or will to deny the statement with one of my own. I wish I could hate that bastard. I just can't stand it when he's right...

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A/N: Yay! This is personally my favourite lemon I've written so far. :3 I wrote it within two hours, so excuse overall quality please. lol. I thought it was ok, regardless. :P

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