Episode 10

[jaded_grin]

Okay, I'm home safe and sound and while I'm not completely satisfied with this episode I'll take it as a filler until next week and buy myself some time! I just wanted to say thank you again to everyone who reads it and for all of your suggestions. At least this time...
THERE'S SMUT!!!!

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            Tseng was still gloating over his small victory with Kadaj hours after the boy had solemnly gone off on one of his errands. He took his drink in hand and wandered out onto the balcony, sipping methodically and smiling at the sun setting in the curtain of smog.

            He didn't have any qualms undercutting Reno where Kadaj was concerned. They certainly weren't friends, and they each needed the other too much to let anything end their relationship. Tseng's Empire in Dai Jiao would flounder without Reno's revenue keeping it afloat, and Reno's Empire would topple beneath the weight of dirty money without Tseng's many companies to circulate his funds through. It was a reciprocal relationship...and he didn't seem to take much interest in Kadaj, for what it was worth. Tseng had seen Reno on the prowl before, had seen the type of person who drew him and Kadaj simply wasn't the type. Though the boy would, no doubt, do anything and everything that Reno asked of him, he was too deliberate and rough, too independent to be what Reno was usually attracted to. Tseng should know, he had entertained Reno in Dai Jiao on numerous occasions, and had to send for his company by special request.

            In all honesty, if it weren’t for Kadaj’s worth as a pawn, Reno most likely wouldn’t have him at all.

            Tseng smiled again and finished his drink, sighing as the sun guttered out behind the smog and clouded lights.

            Yes, Reno would be put out about the defection of his prized possession, but Tseng knew he’d never get too upset about a piece of ass and whatever plans he had where the boy was concerned could never benefit him in the long run. He wouldn’t stay mad for long, not when he had so many other things to amuse him in Midgar.

            He thought of what Kadaj had said to him earlier, ‘He’s always with her…It scares me…’

            Yes, Reno certainly had his own agenda lately, it would seem. Tseng had been correct to take an interest in Mrs. ShinRa. Anything that Reno considered valuable to himself would be valuable to Tseng.

            One never knew when one would need to arrange a timely kidnapping for blackmail purposes, or when certain things could be mentioned to make terms more equitable for himself. No one was going to take care of him, after all.

            Tseng had always taken care of himself.

            “Mrs. ShinRa, you prove to be a more interesting young lady than I first believed,” Tseng murmured, wondering how he could arrange to meet her. Wondering why she drew powerful men to herself like honey drawing flies—first Rude, and now Reno…

            “I believe you are keeping secrets,” he whispered, picturing her in his head—slender but still curvy, her beauty haunting because of the sadness that lay behind her tentative smiles. She was, indeed, the most beautiful example of a Cetran woman that Tseng had ever seen and he still wondered over her being the first and only woman born to the Jenovas.

            Something simply wasn’t right.

            “Patience,” he purred, drawing back into his suite and pausing before the mirror to straighten his tie, to smooth his stark black hair. He looked himself in the eyes and reminded, “You always get what you want.”

            With that, he left his suite to explore the pleasures of the city.

***

            “No, send Marta to that one, I need Ivan for Solos tonight,” Kadaj instructed, leaning over the belly-high, wide, and deep receptionist desk at Reno’s base of operations, The Brink—his first and, to date, most sweeping success. It was part strip-club, part high-end dining, and a party favorite of high-class socialites and their jaded spouses.

            He lay bent over the desk, propped on his elbows to see the appointment book Neala was holding, his black net shirt baring the hard muscle of his belly, his low-rise leather pants riding just high enough to keep him remotely decent. There were silver buckles down the seams of his pants, and the seams themselves parted to fit snugly over the tops of his heavy black combat boots. He looked slender and hard and untouchable—and all of that was true. It only matched his deep and disturbing anger which Tseng had roused in him towards Reno.

            “What we got going on tonight?”

            He felt Reno’s familiar hands slide onto his hips, holding tightly as the man fit himself to Kadaj’s backside with the ease of long use.

            “Neala got the books mixed up again,” Kadaj told him, sighing over it and shaking his head. “Really, one more time, Neala, and you’re getting sent to the kitchens, you understand?”

            “Hey, don’t be so mean, Cateyes, Neala don’t mean no harm, do you baby?” Reno asked, leaning over Kadaj to pat Neala on her flushed cheek. “You gonna be a good girl and pay attention? Yeah? Don’t be disappointing me no more, Neala, I hate to have to put my beauties down…”

            “I’ll be good, Mister Reno, Sir,” she stammered, utterly flustered.

            Kadaj scowled at her and snapped, “Keep your stupid brain focused on the books, you dumb shit. If I get another call from anybody saying they got sent to the wrong place, I’m gonna whip it out of your ass. We clear?”

            “Crystal,” Neala squeaked, terrified.

            Reno chuckled and drifted off to his office, which Kadaj alone used mostly nowadays.

            Kadaj followed in his wake, clearing out the few girls and boys who’d chased after Reno, eager to see him.

            “Get out, all of you,” he snapped, and slammed the door after them, locking it.

            Reno had slumped into the loveseat against one wall, looking tired and wrung out.

            Kadaj felt guilty suddenly, and flushed to think that he’d been earnestly plotting to leave with Tseng. Reno needed him—the man simply didn’t know how to take care of himself and he’d work himself to death without Kadaj around. Looking at him, at his strained and beautiful face, at the tired slump of his body, all Kadaj could feel was an overwhelming sense of obligation and that same sharp, sweet love that had first made itself known so many years ago.

            ‘If I want him to be mine alone, I should fight for him…’

            “What’s wrong?” Kadaj asked, moving away from the door to straddle Reno’s lap and stroke his face. “You look worried…”

            “I got some heavy shit on my plate, Cateyes,” he said, weary. He pressed his cheek into Kadaj’s palm and sighed a little.

            “You think about her too much,” Kadaj decided, unhappy with the turn of things, guessing that this concern and unhappiness he saw on his lover’s face was a result of his growing friendship with Yazoo. “Mrs. ShinRa isn’t someone you need to bother with, she never has been. I’ve never understood why you’re so partial to her.”

            Reno’s big blue eyes slid open, half-lidded and dangerous—what had first attracted Kadaj besides their obvious similarities. He rocked forward a little in Reno’s lap, pressing his groin to the man’s hard belly, whispering, “You need to think more of your Kadaj, always waiting at home for you.”

            Reno gave him a lazy smile and gripped his slender hips, pulling Kadaj more firmly against him, murmuring, “Yeah, I do. You been missing me, Cateyes? Shouldn’t leave my little boy home alone, should I?”

            Kadaj smiled his slow, sexy smile and breathed, “I have my needs, Reno. You know this better than anyone…”

            He spread his thighs, pressing down harder, and won a soft sound from his older lover, those slender fingers tightening on his hips, those incredible blue eyes sparkling with sudden heat.

            “You want her, Mrs. ShinRa?” he purred, deft little hands parting Reno’s jacket to finish the job of unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the man’s creamy white skin and his hard, whipcord-slim belly. He wedged his hand down between their bodies and started on his belt and zipper, leaning in to moan into his ear, “You think you can get from her what your Kadaj can give you? Hm?”

            Reno laughed a little, as if Kadaj had made some kind of joke, but the boy’s hot hand on his hard cock quickly turned it into a curse, his hips twitching up.

            “So pretty,” Kadaj cooed, pulling back a little to work his hand within the restrictive confines of Reno’s pants. He slit his eyes into a languorous, sensual display of arousal and breathed, “You may have your toys, Reno, but this belongs in your little Kadaj…”     

            Reno groaned, arching up a little, willing to be drawn into Kadaj’s seduction. As jaded as he was, he still was not immune to the boy’s blatant appeal, and Kadaj was an accomplished sex partner, moreso than some of the people he employed.

            That firm, squeezing little hand pumped him into a full-blown, aching hard-on, and then withdrew.

            Kadaj slipped out of his lap and pulled Reno up, leading him to the heavy chairs before his desk and pushing him back into the one dead-center. Before the man sat, Kadaj worked his loosened pants down a little so he could reach him.

            “You go so long without seeing me,” he pouted, kneeling between Reno’s legs, forcing the cloth of his dress pants away from his stiff, lovely cock. With little flicks of his tongue, he teased it, enjoying himself, moaning in appreciation of his lover’s taste.

            Reno’s head dropped back against the back of the chair, his glittering eyes on Kadaj as he put on his show—it was something to see. Kadaj made everything seductive, and his genuine enjoyment only served to arouse Reno even more. It was one thing to have the fake, fawning love of his groupies, and quite another to have the carnal, hungry love of his Cateyes.

            Those jade-green, glittering cat eyes flicked to his face, hazy and sensual, and the boy took him down all the way, swallowing him into the constricting heat of his convulsively rippling throat.

            Reno cursed a little, breathlessly, wriggling beneath Kadaj’s soft, warm little hands. Kadaj was a fucking miracle, as far as Reno was concerned, even if he tended to forget that fact too often for comfort. Kadaj took the term “deep throat” to a whole new level. The first time he’d seen him, the boy had been splayed out on his back on a podium in the center of the skankiest club Reno had ever been in, one enormous cock in his ass and another even bigger one all the way down his gorgeous throat—Reno had decided that same second that he’d take him home to keep. And he had.

            Kadaj sucked him for a long, agonizing amount of time, and then slowly bit his way up to roll the tip between his sharp, perfect white teeth. It made Reno’s back arch, his flanks tightening and his belly taut. After so many years, Kadaj knew every single one of his go-to spots, knew just how to get him off and how to make him ache for it.

            Finally, the boy loosely swirled his tongue around him and pulled away with a satisfied sigh, leaving him wet and straining into the empty air.

            “That’s better,” he sighed, standing and undoing his leather pants, slipping them down as he turned to press the world’s most perfect, round ass into Reno’s lap. With one small, quick little hand, he reached back and held Reno’s throbbing cock still as he sank down on it. No prep time, no foreplay—Kadaj was all business.

            Slowly, slowly, he sank down all the way to rest on the man’s tight body.

            Reno breathed a soft curse behind him and closed his eyes, relaxing into the seat, liquid with pleasure. Kadaj never made him work for it. The boy took special, well-deserved pride in getting Reno off without him having to do anything.

            Kadaj gripped the armrests and started to rock in that undulating, writhing way that strippers did during a lap-dance—only this was the real-deal. What every man and woman fantasized about with those untouchable bodies gyrating in their laps, Kadaj did. He circled his hips, rolled his belly, and rode Reno’s cock using his braced legs for leverage. He slid up slowly and dropped down fast; he pressed hard and rocked with short thrusts of his hips.

            He fucked the holy hell out of Reno.

            “Now, cum for me,” Kadaj breathed, leaning forward to hold onto the desk, pressing his round, amazing ass hard into Reno’s crotch. He spread his tight little legs as far as his lowered pants would allow, and started lunging forward and back in a brutal, bruising rhythm, his musical moans only fueling the fire. Breathlessly, he added, “Cum inside me and show me that you need me…”

            Reno’s breath started coming in short, broken gasps. His long-fingered hands gripped the armrests hard, his eyes rolling up as his hips lifted in a spasm of pleasure. With a long, hissing curse, he came inside that squeezing, wildly pumping body, lifting Kadaj’s slender form on his thrusting, rocking hips. He moaned a little, pulsing up, twisting beneath Kadaj’s body in a long, sweet orgasm that washed through him long after he’d shot the last of his load inside the boy’s sweet, tight little ass.

            And all along, Kadaj whispered and moaned, “Yes, this is what I want! This is what I want…”

            Reno slumped down with a replete, tired sigh, boneless beneath the boy’s slender weight.

            Kadaj slipped off of him with a smirk, turning to lean against the desk so that his own pretty cock was exposed. He reached out and traced the crimson tattoo beneath Reno’s right eye, murmuring, “I’m the only one you need, Reno.”

            Reno smiled lazily, eyes closed in bliss. When the boy clambered up onto the chair, knees braced on the armrests and hard little hands gripping the chair’s back, Reno slid his hands up and held that slim body steady, mouth parting to suck Kadaj deep.

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The Next Day

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            “Yazoo, come here!”

            Yazoo paused on the stair, looking back up at the landing where Rufus was hanging out of his suite door, an earnest look on his handsome face. Long years before, that earnest look on that same handsome face had compelled Yazoo to forgive him many ugly, startling things, but it had long since lost it’s ability to affect, and he only impatiently asked, “Yes, what is it? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

            “Oh, screw work, come up here!” Rufus repeated, and gestured to Yazoo. “Come have breakfast with me.”

            Taken aback, Yazoo just stared at him for a long while before he said, “Thank you, no. I’ve had breakfast already—and besides, it’s lunch, Rufus. I’m going out.”

            “With who?” Rufus crooned, and sounded so gloating and malicious that Yazoo was glad he hadn’t gotten closer.

            Giving Rufus a concerned, wary look, Yazoo answered, “With Yuffie. She has an artist friend she wants me to meet…Why do you care?”

            “Don’t be rude!” Rufus snapped, and immediately glanced around for Yazoo’s bulldozer of a bodyguard.

            “He’s waiting in the car,” Yazoo said, knowing him well enough by now to know what he was looking for. “What’s gotten into you, anyway? Since when are we friends?”

            “Well, you know…” Rufus said, but shifted uncomfortably, clearly not having a viable reason. “I just wondered if anything new was going on in your life.”

            “I’m hardly likely to tell you,” Yazoo reminded him, and looked at the dainty silver watch around his slim wrist. “Rufus, I have to go. Honestly, you’re being very odd. First Reno chasing me down the hallway last night and now you wanting to chat—what on earth is your father putting in the whiskey these days?”

            Rufus flushed brick red at the mention of Reno and hastily retreated back into his suite without another word.

            Yazoo shook his head, strands of his silver hair fluttering over his shoulder. With a sigh of bewilderment, he headed down the stairs and out to the waiting car.

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            “Hey, good job, dumb ass,” Reno said, his voice fading in and out on the cell phone that Rufus was clutching so tightly in his hand. “Why don’t you just tell him what’s going on, huh? Save me the trouble.”

            “Wow, that was close!” Rufus panted, holding the phone back up to his ear and wiping at his sweating brow with his other hand.

            “What the fuck were you thinking, pal?” Reno demanded, the background noise so loud that Rufus very nearly couldn’t hear him. “What was that all about?”

            Rufus had no explanation for why he’d so suddenly dropped the phone from his ear and rushed out to talk to his wife—it had been impulse, maybe, to see if perhaps he would give an indication that anything had gone on with Reno last night.

            “I don’t know, I heard him walking down the stairs and I just…panicked!” he said.

            “Panicked?” Reno echoed, sounding disgusted. “Rufus, if anybody in this has a right to panic, I think it’s me, okay? Relax, man—you keep up acting all weird and Yazoo will know something is up. He was raised for fourteen years in Premier Jenova’s house, yo—those people slit each other’s throats over slaves, so being keen to trouble is part of his fucking makeup no matter how much mommy shielded him and daddy coddled him, got me?”

            “Yeah, of course,” Rufus said, paling to think of how close he’d come to fucking things up. “Guess my curiosity just got the better of me.”

            “You’re so curious, why don’t you just ask me?” Reno suggested, and the noise died down enough that Rufus could hear him lighting his cigarette.

            “Would you tell me?” Rufus questioned, suspicious.

            “No, it’s none of your fucking business,” Reno told him, and the line crackled again when he added, “You let me handle things, pal—don’t go trying to get your digs in at Yazoo during all of this. Taking the part of wounded husband when you’re the one plotting to make him cheat is just kinda shitty, yo.”

            Rufus laughed a little, amused, finally calm from his near run-in.

            “Reno, if I gave a damn about being a shitty human being then I would probably be at work right now,” he said. “Now, what time does the game start?”

            “I told you when you asked the first time, yo!” Reno snapped, aggravated. “Ten—I’ll be there at nine and we’ll go get drinks.”

            “Sounds good,” Rufus said, relieved to have something to do tonight.

            “Oh yeah, I told Cateyes that you were gonna be real busy, yo, so you better take a vacation or something,” Reno said, and Rufus could clearly hear the rotors of some craft cranking up. “Give me some time to get this done.”

            “I’ll do my best,” Rufus said, and winced at the loud beeping of an instrument panel. “We hardly see each other anyway—he’ll never know if I go anywhere or not.”

            “Suit yourself, yo!” Reno said, shouting to be heard over the whine of commotion. “I gotta go, Rufus, trying out my new bird. See ya later!”

            Rufus hung up without answering, yawning a little and making his grumpy, hung-over way to where his late breakfast waited.

            “Lunch,” he pouted, lifting off the lid of a dish and wrinkling his nose at it. He replaced the lid with a sigh and decided to go back to bed until Reno showed up.

            Fuck being a good person anyway.

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Comments

[etrix.livejournal.com]

You may not be happy with this episode, but I am.

Tseng is a very bad man. But he's patient and I think he's gonna get Kadaj in the end but Kadaj isn't going to like it.

Will Kadaj and Yazoo ever meet? I've got this whole scene playing in my head where Tseng tries to kidnap Kadaj but Yazoo knows that he's actually his brother (and the rightful heir) so offers himself in exchange for the little guy... and, as someone said after the last episode: here's your plot back. heh -}

Um.. nice smut, as always. It's nice to know Reno didn't rescue Kadaj for any other reason than because he wanted to bed him (compared to what Tseng might be planning, Reno's reasons are saintly).

Rufus is a doofus; a drunken, lazy, short-sighted doofus. I'd feel sorry for him except for the, y'know, whole being a doofus thing.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm glad you liked it! I think Yazoo might be in greater danger of being kidnapped than Kadaj is--he's trying honey right now to get the littler one, but he might stop being so patient so it's always possible (and have as much fun with the plot as you like, it doesn't belong to just me!). Reno's relationship with Kadaj is kinda iffy--he made an impulse decision to take the kid away and now he has to live with it, even if Kadaj isn't his "type" (which we find out later)

Loved the rhyme, by the way! Yep, Rufus IS a doofus and a complete bumblefuck when it comes to playing things close, but all that will change in due time :D

[white-jenna.livejournal.com]

as someone said after the last episode: here's your plot back It's easy to do, isn't it? :D And, oooh, that would be a nifty twist.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Etrix is definitely onto something! And I'm always keen for suggestions :D Now I just gotta remember who goes with what idea...you guys will have to help me out if I miscredit ideas, okay? :D

[nivell.livejournal.com]

You always write the best sex scenes. Just yum!

[nivell.livejournal.com]

Oh and, I would love to see Loz.=)

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! And Loz is coming, it's just taking some plot-advancing to get everyone into the scene.

[rosi-doll.livejournal.com]

Oh, the drama unfolds! It's so fun to see who's going to do what next. The betrayals and backstabbing just make it all the more delightful. <3 It's amazing...
Yummy smut~ :D very well executed!
I'm guessing you'll elaborate more on the bit about Reno chasing Yazoo down the hallway...? That would be awesome. Since something happened.

Btw, thanks for the b-day present! >///<

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it and thought the smut was good :D Actually, Reno chasing Yazoo down the hallway was last episode, when Rufus told him to go after Yazoo and he had to catch him before he got into his suite. Nothing has happened yet, but it will :D And you are so welcome for the b-day present! Hope you had an amazing day!

[d0rkgoddess.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh* I love your soap! And this chapter was very well written, gives more insight and is very calculated! *is waiting for Yazoo to smack to holy-ever-loving-shit out of Rufus*

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm really happy you liked it! Yazoo has some growing up to do but I think he'll handle things okay in the end :D Can't say more or I'll give it all away!

[ldyavalon.livejournal.com]

Gah, I just adore your characters and the way you write smut, and I am madly in lust with your Kadaj and deeply disturbed by the fact :P

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm happy you liked it :D I wanted the first smut of this Soap to be kinda slid into the plot so that people were like, "Wait, what? Hey, they just had sex! Why didn't we fade to black as per the usual with soaps?!" Glad you love Kadaj, even if it's scary--remember, all love is scary at first (heheee!)

[superkalifragi.livejournal.com]

Tseng´s scary (frigtheningly pragmatic, that is), Kadaj´s demanding as ever (but in a cute way I must say ;)), Rufus is SO not subtle, Yazoo´s wonderfully bitchy (Go! Don´t take his shit anymore!)and Reno´s...just Reno :D
Nice chapter!

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I think Yazoo will really come into his own when it's all said and done! I'm glad you liked this episode, and hopefully next weeks will be better :D

[zilldk.livejournal.com]

Ah this is still so great! I really can't make up my mind about whether I think Reno is a complete asshole or not. Heh. Making poor (not so innocent)Kadaj do all the work... Which was, by the way, exquisitely hot! As usual! But Reno you lazy... *@$%/# *censored* Gotta love him! I think.

Yazoo is starting to stand up for himself. Hmm, I fear it won't put him into any less dangerous trials in the future...

And Tseng... plotting plotting... Heh!

Hey, and I just found an excellent occasion to flash my brand new icon...

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

And what a fabulous icon it is! Yes, this is certainly getting fun now, I'm getting better inspiration for it--I only hope that I can carry it past the first plot-line!

[subcon-ruler.livejournal.com]

I LIKE Tseng! I want him to get what he wants! Why is it that I always root for the people no one else likes XD In fact, I'm trembling with anticipation when it comes to Tseng. I want him to get Kadaj and get him HARD. *giggles*

I'll hold off on making suggestions until I catch up...

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I like Tseng, too! He's scary in all the right ways :D And make all of the suggestions you like! This is supposed to be fun for all of us, so suggestions are more than welcome!

[subcon-ruler.livejournal.com]

Okay, here's what I would LOVE to see, then!

-Tseng/Kadaj. Hot hot hot smut. I LOVE YOUR TSENG. I WANT HIM. hahaha. I never liked him until I read a fic recently (fuck if I remember which one!) where he finds Reno tied up after Cloud messed him up and decides to seduce him because he's convinced Reno is a secret sub, which he was XD that was fun. That and the Tseng/Rufus bit in this fill for the Anonymous Kink Meme... anyways ^^;
-Reno/Elena. See above. Even if he's a jerk the entire time. XD I identify WAY too much with Elena's obsession with him, even though I think she's kind of a bitch in this fic XD (In sympathy, I've decided to write her in as cute and sweet in the fic I'm working on XDDD)
-Yazoo needs to become independent, and break out of his/her Stepford Wife role. But that goes without saying, and I'm sure you were doing that already. That and I want to see Rufus RUINED. And then fucked by someone male. Because I'm sure he's bi in the closet! hahaha. Maybe Tseng? Reno wouldn't be enough of a blow to his ego. Or even better, maybe Genesis!


Oh and believe me, it's more than fun regardless XD I wouldn't be reading it if I didn't love it! Gah. I need to hurry the fuck up and post MY shit. Everyone in this community super inspired me, and after 3 years of having my poetry analysis papers RIPPED TO SHREDS by professors, I feel more confident about writing fic... hahaha.