Dog Will Hunt (3)

[jaded_grin]

This is my first ever Reno x Rufus fiction, so here it goes.

Warnings: This is a very dark fiction, so please don't read this if you have a problem with emotional intensity, use of the word "cunt" or any general sort of squickishness.

Title: Dog Will Hunt
Rating: Mature (for adults only, so if you aren't one, I take no responsibility for any scarring you may receive!)
Description: Rufus ShinRa finds himself oddly drawn to his Turk, Reno. This is a dark fic that explores several issues for both men and isn't at all a pretty, happy story--but it ends well, I can promise that, and there' s loads of good smut!
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of the Square Enix characters which appear in my story, nor do I make money off of my writing. I do it for the love, people! For the love!

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            Surely, he had not heard correctly.

            Rufus stoically refused to allow Reno’s easy claim to bother him. It was too simple to get upset, to believe him at once and accept what he said as the truth. But this was a Turk and—more to the point—this was Reno. He would tell such an outrageous lie just to see how Rufus would react.

            He summoned up a cool smile of his own and said with all of the superior haughtiness he could muster, “Reno, a woman of Miss Whitney’s social caliber wouldn’t let you touch her if she were drowning and you were her only hope of rescue. I appreciate your interest—she’s a remarkably stunning woman—but that borders on slander.”

            The red-head’s brows rose in mock surprise and he laughed, “Slander? You’re a real hoot, boss! Nah, she goes like a pro, yo. Got yourself a real ball-buster there…but you should know, right?”

            “Oh, be still,” Rufus snapped, irritated. In the orderly confines of his world women like Monica would consider sleeping with people like Reno as a cardinal sin, a sullying that no soap could wash away. He was being absolutely ridiculous in trying to convince Rufus that he’d managed to slip through her guard. Barring a date-rape drug, it simply wasn’t possible. “You’re sulking like a child. Maybe if you cleaned up a little and at least attempted to behave like a human being you could do better than prostitutes and scumbags.”

            Reno eyes danced with malicious mirth and his thin mouth curved up into a vicious smirk.

            “Okay, boss,” he conceded, and that somehow angered Rufus more than his blatant lies. “I ain’t ever put a hand on your high-class piece of ass…”

            Rufus breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have won.

            “…and she didn’t beg me to cum inside her, and she don’t have a four-leaf clover tattooed so high up on the inside of her right thigh that you gotta spread her wide just to see it,” Reno lazily informed him. “And she don’t go off like a ton of explosives when she cums, either…so, you’re right, yo. She’s a perfect, untouchable lady…”

            Rufus scowled at him but Reno only slouched back to his place at the door, perfectly silent. Moments later, Monica returned to the rather discomfited Rufus.

            He found himself scrutinizing her, taking in her flawless, tawny skin, her perfectly straight and pale blond hair, her doll-like, wide blue eyes. She gazed back at him with the guileless vacancy of a domestic food animal—easily swayed, easily pleased, and, most importantly, easily forgotten.

            Had she? The thought was unsettling and strangely hard to ignore. Had Reno truly spread her out on some empty desk in the ShinRa building like some kind of banquet? Had he really run his hands along her supple limbs? Touched her with tongue and teeth?

            Disturbed and strangely aroused, Rufus paid the dining bill and ordered the car brought around.

            “Where to now, darling?” Monica asked, and made a soft moue of distaste when Reno handed her into the car. She wound up in the middle this time, and Rufus gave his body guard a sharp stare of rebuke, warning him from any line-crossing misbehavior.

            “Home,” Rufus told her, relieved when Reno slumped into the seat and resumed his restless watching, ignoring the both of them.

            Monica was practically in Rufus’s lap, and her keen awareness of Reno’s presence at her side made the man both aghast and suspicious. She’d never treated Rude with such active distaste, never gone to such lengths to prevent Tseng from accidentally brushing against her.

            Surely he was wrong?! God help him, he had to be wrong! People like Rufus simply did not consort with such obviously classless trash! Reno was just making him paranoid, and was probably enjoying every minute of his discomfort.

            Reno glanced around almost idly, but the sharp quality of his gaze belied his seemingly random look. His blue eyes fastened onto Rufus’s again and he smirked, flicking a look at Monica’s turned head, apparently only amused by the woman whose actions had swung from absolutely ignoring him, to distaste, to something that bordered on hostility.

            By God, he was going to figure this nonsense out.

            Reno was the first one out of the car when they arrived back at Rufus’s place. He took his sweet time about it, too, unfolding his long legs and stretching lithely a few times before absently offering Monica a hand out.

            She glared at him for a long, troubled moment before pulling herself out of the car and marching towards the door, chin lifted in a sullen sulk.

            Rufus would have scowled at Reno, but that would have given away his irritation and he didn’t want to give the man the pleasure of knowing he was angry. He settled for a bored glance instead, slipping out of the car to catch Monica by the wrist and hold her back. The only person allowed to walk in front of Rufus ShinRa was his Turks, and only when they were guarding him. Though beautiful, Monica had little value to Rufus, and certainly not enough to put her anywhere but at his side or else behind him.

            “Are you upset, precious?” he asked, pretending that he hadn’t caught that tense moment, that he didn’t know why Monica was currently carrying a soft flush on her cheeks. Again, the idea that Reno had touched her was so outlandish that he was thoughtfully wondering if maybe his Turk had tried to slip his hand under her skirt in the car or something equally as disturbing. Monica was too much of a lady to make a scene about something like that, though she wouldn’t hesitate to make her displeasure known in this same subtle way.

            “I’m fine!” she sighed, her irritation vanishing, her sweet and innocent face firmly back in place. She coiled against his side, clinging to his arm, and purred, “Let’s go upstairs, it’s cold out here.”

            They headed for the penthouse, Reno ambling after them as if he hadn’t a care in the world. And maybe he didn’t. After all, it wasn’t as if he had a company to keep afloat, or subordinates to keep in line, or the public to please. All he had to do was fly that helicopter when he was told to and follow his orders. Even an utter idiot could do that, and probably with less resentful resistance than Reno.

            The insufferable man lit a cigarette when they got into the elevator, ignoring Rufus’s glare, lazily draping his lean body against the wall opposite the rigidly affronted couple. Monica waved her hand in front of her face, her kittenish nose wrinkling. She coughed twice, delicately, but the doors opened onto the penthouse before Rufus was forced to respond to her soft complaints.

            “Enjoy your ride, Reno?” Rufus asked. He always took pleasure in making his red-headed Turk take the elevator, knowing how close Reno had come to being killed by one and how leery he was of them now.

            “Not as much as you’re gonna enjoy yours, yo,” Reno told him, smirking in Monica’s direction. Luckily, the woman had already moved away from the smoke to kick off her expensive pumps and was busily rooting in her tiny bag for something, ignoring them both.

            “Will you please act like you have even a modicum of decency?” Rufus hissed.

            Reno’s brows lifted, pushing his goggles up farther on his head.

            “What the fuck does that mean, boss?” he asked, and his low tone was vicious, dangerous. “I’m just a stupid goddamned dog, yo—you can’t be using all them fancy words on me.”

            “Don’t insult my intelligence,” Rufus snapped.

            Reno’s glare never lessened in intensity. He cocked his head, locks of red hair falling over his face, and purred, “Likewise.”

            With Reno, Rufus always had to pick his battles.

            This wasn’t one of them.

            He turned instead to Monica, catching her under the arm and gently pulling her to her feet to urge her back into his suite. Reno would stay in the foyer, though Rufus knew from experience that he would probably wind up splayed out on the couch watching pay-per-view porn at his expense.

            He didn’t say anything to her, just kissed her, turning his irritation to passion. He didn’t have a single thought that she might resist him—he knew he was desirable, he knew she was attracted to him, and he knew he was a catch. Monica would no more turn him down than she would let Reno put his dirty hands on her sweet flesh. There were rules in the world, and they all lived by them.

            “Finally!” she cried, clutching at his lapels. She dimpled up at him in a coy smile and said with something that tried for reserved shyness, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you, Rufus?”

            He kissed her again, not answering with words, his fingers moving to the delicate hook and eye clasps that held her dress against her skin. He was oddly bothered, his mind returning again and again to Reno’s absent, cruel lies at the restaurant. Had that lazy, arrogant man done this same thing? Had he pushed Monica’s skirt up out of the way to touch her? Had he even bothered to undress her, or had he simply spread her out and fucked her?

            Rufus groaned against her mouth and Monica eagerly pulled at his clothing, undressing him with experienced, deft hands. He was torn between disgust, curiosity, and utter horror, the thought that Reno might’ve slept with her both disturbing and horrifyingly arousing. When Monica got his pants off of him, she made a soft little purring sound and palmed him, pleased to find him already hard and ready. Rufus was appalled to realize that it had less to do with her stunning, naked body and more to do with this fixation of his that Reno’s hands might have already burned a trail his own would follow.

            He went through foreplay in a kind of haze, running on autopilot, his arch-nemesis imagination taking him back to the plush chair in his office, that lazy body sprawled in it. It was a shame, but he would simply have to have that thing burned to erase all traces of it…and the chair would have to go, too.

            Monica responded with seemly eagerness, not too much, just enough to show she was enjoying herself while still maintaining her delicate manners. Had she been so reserved with Reno? Rufus thought, perhaps, not—there would be no reason to maintain decorum with such an obviously decadent creature. No, she would have reacted like a similar animal, all thoughts of caution thrown to the wind, her soft little cries released as loud snarls of pleasure, her body writhing wildly instead of in this controlled, pleasantly presented way.

            As he touched her, all he could think was, had Reno done this? Had those long-fingered and precise hands cupped her heavy breasts? Pinched her turgid little nipples? Had he been gentle or rough? Had he treated her like a precious gift or used her like toilet paper? He could only imagine how Reno had taken her, roughly with no regard to her pleasure, an animal rutting. Few passions stirred his red-haired Turk. He couldn’t picture Reno losing himself in the moment, no—he would have been methodical, mechanical, working solely for his own release, never once letting down that rock-solid guard of his, feeling nothing for the writhing flesh beneath his, not even appreciation that it existed to encompass his own…  

            “Oh my god,” Rufus breathed, shaking his head to dislodge those insidious, disturbing thoughts. Far from being a mood-killer, he found himself so heavily aroused that he couldn’t wait any longer. He moved off of Monica’s taut body and dug in his nightstand for a condom. Despite his general inattention to the fair sex, Rufus had brought his share home to his big bed, had worked out several hours worth of stress in willing bodies. He kept such things handy, and always found a need for them.

            “Oh,” Monica pouted, seeing him open one. She gave him innocent, little-girl eyes and sweetly said, “I wanted you to cum inside me.”

            ‘She didn’t beg me to cum inside her…’

            Holy Christ, this wasn’t happening. Even with all of his fevered imaginings, he’d never considered the possibility that Reno had been serious.

            “Sorry, kitten,” Rufus told her, covering his shock with smooth coolness. “I don’t play that game.”

            He let her roll the condom onto his strutted body and pushed her back on the bed. As he spread her long legs to go down on her, he had a vivid flash of Reno telling him, ‘And she don’t have a four-leaf clover tattooed so high up on the inside of her right thigh that you gotta spread her wide just to see it…’

            Despite himself, he spread her wider and paled.

            “Rufus? What is it, darling?” Monica asked. Seeing the fixation of his gaze, she giggled and said, “I got it when I was a teenager, silly. I wish now that I hadn’t, it’s hardly proper.”

            “Well,” Rufus said, trying to control himself. Far from upsetting him, the sight of the clover set him on fire with lust. Christ, he really had managed to fuck this pure-bred, high-class, vacant little bitch. And she’d probably enjoyed every second of it in a brutal way that she would never dare risk showing to a man of her own class. For the first time in his life, Rufus ShinRa had a clear concept of ‘slumming.’ “We all do rebellious things as kids. No harm done.”

            He buried his mouth against her warm flesh, shuddering, his wicked imagination stirring him to imagine Reno’s tongue in this same place, doing these same things. He found himself unconsciously imitating the man in his mind, eating at her like she was some pagan feast, holding her with hard hands when she writhed and eventually lost her façade of a good little girl to grunt and moan like any two-gil whore. When he plunged inside her, all the way to his balls, it wasn’t Monica he saw behind his closed lids, it was Reno sitting in that gods-cursed fucking chair, uttering that obscene and irresistible suggestion. Only this time when he offered, Rufus took him up on it.

            He’d never cum so hard in his life.

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Comments

[garinarayne.livejournal.com]

Purrrrrrr. Almost feeling sorry for Rufus, Reno knows him far too well, there's no way he'll lose this game. And I shall enjoy reading it, hehe.