Dog Will Hunt (8)

[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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        Rufus woke once in the night still fuzzy from the booze to see Charlie pinned next to him. Reno had locked her wrists together above her head somehow, and she was writhing like mad, gasping pleas and swearing at him. Reno was sitting up on his knees between the wide spread of her legs, one hand absently guiding her bucking hips, a cigarette dangling from his mouth while he fucked her so hard that her pretty breasts jarred with the motion. He murmured something to her, that cigarette bouncing between his lips and spilling ash onto her skin, and smoothed his hand along her taut belly before slapping it hard, leaving a pretty pink stain of irritated skin in the shape of his palm. With that same hand he languidly reached up and took the cigarette out of his mouth, the motion smooth and sensual and frightening in its utter carnality.

        Rufus almost moaned aloud seeing it, aroused by the act itself and by the distant, bored, but amused expression on Reno’s face. God, did nothing reach him?

        Charlie moaned, her fluttering eyes catching Rufus’s, and she whispered, “Wake up, Priss, you’re missing all the fun.”

        As much fun as it looked, Rufus slid back into drunken sleep to the tune of their rough lovemaking.

        When he woke up once and for all his head was pounding fit to split his skull and his bed was empty. He went to use the bathroom and found himself violently reminded of what had happened last night while he was doing so. No, he hadn’t dreamed it. From the ache in his gut and other tell-tale signs, Rufus knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d been fucked. The idea of it so shocked and horrified him that he went through his shower in a kind of daze, utterly at a loss. There was no way in hell that he’d spent the night fucking a perfect stranger and letting that raunchy excuse for a Turk mount him! It was just too much to be borne! If he hadn’t had to really come up with some convoluted new washing positions to get the cum off of himself he would have gladly just written it off as a particularly vivid and amazing fantasy.

        Unfortunately, he couldn’t do such a thing, and he would have to face his subordinate at some point, so once he was done with the shower he just bundled up in his robe and searched his home. There was no sign of either of them, but he knew that even his laziest and least trustworthy dog wouldn’t leave while on guard duty, so he had to be somewhere…

        Reno was sitting on the floor of the balcony, one knee drawn up to his chest, the other slightly bent so that his long foot was flat on the ground. He had his arm draped over his lean belly and a cigarette in his other hand. He took a deep drag off of it and watched Rufus approach, his eyes narrowing to slits against the smoke that drifted from his nostrils. Rufus actually had a dizzying, worrying moment of irritation that man was wearing pants, and immediately gave himself a mental punch, aghast that he would think such things.

        “What is wrong with you?” he whispered, not even knowing the first rational way to start this conversation they would so obviously have to have.

        “I need something, yo,” Reno told him, and rested his forearm on his bent knee, flicking his ashes on the floor as if daring Rufus to berate him.

        “After last night you seriously think I owe you something?” Rufus asked, almost ready to have a hysterical meltdown. He was hung over and hurting and he’d just spent the last twenty minutes scrubbing cum off of himself! And now Reno was going to add insult to injury and actually demand something of him?

        “You think one lousy fuck is worth anything, yo?” Reno lazily asked, arching an amused eyebrow. “A few drinks and lay later and you’re out, you dumb cunt. I’d have gotten more out of fucking a corpse.”

        Rufus flushed but said nothing. Reno had always called him such names, had always had a marked lack of respect for Rufus that bordered on barely tolerating him and only deigning to follow his orders.

        “You should be happy I even laid you open, yo,” Reno told him, and smirked. “You know I don’t do queers…”

        “Well,” Rufus said, icily offended. Name-calling was not only inappropriate it was simply in horrible taste. “I suppose that would make two of us!”

        “Who the fuck do you think you’re pulling one over on, yo?” Reno laughed, his blue eyes crinkling. He tossed his smoke over the balcony and sighed, shaking his head. “Straight guys don’t catch like a pro, boss—half a minute of my cock up your ass and you were racing for the finish line. Don’t kid yourself, Rufus, you got what you wanted. And now I need to get what I want, yo.”

        “Which is?” Rufus stiffly asked.

        Reno blinked at him, the silence stretching taut. He stood and stretched his tall body in a lean line, sighing a little and shaking his red hair down his back.

        “I’ll tell you on Monday,” he said, and pushed Rufus out of his way to go back inside.

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        Rufus actually fretted and stressed over what Reno could possibly want. He was certainly in it now, he knew—he’d slept with a subordinate, which gave Reno all kinds of leverage against him. It had been a mistake which now appalled him, but Rufus found his nighttime world simply stuffed full of gleeful, reveling replays of that awful night.

        After lunch on Monday, Reno came slinking into the room to flop down in that terrible, perverse, and benignly gloating chair, making Rufus glare at it and make yet another mental note to have the fucking thing put away in another room somewhere far, far from him.

        “I take it you’re here to make your demands?” Rufus asked, trying to reign in his nerves, trying to ignore the tight knot his stomach had drawn itself into…and trying desperately to keep from getting an erection just looking at that deviant man who sprawled out as if he hadn’t fucked his boss.

        “Let’s don’t get ahead of ourselves, yo,” Reno drawled, and scratched at his brow where those stupid goggles rested. “I know something got to you, boss—you ain’t ever had a glance for me for goddamned years, yo. You’re a stupid fuck if you think I ain’t gonna take advantage of your newfound interest.”

        Well, at least he was honest. That was a first.

        “I am not, as you so delicately put it, a stupid fuck, Reno, so let’s just get down to business—”

        “You do me a favor and I’ll throw another fuck your way,” Reno told him, his blue eyes glittering and full of something Rufus didn’t quite trust.

        A hook well-baited, but a hook nonetheless.

        “Do I look like I need your pity sex?” Rufus coldly asked, using every ounce of his formidably icy persona to put his wayward Turk back where he belonged—in his choke chain.

        Reno smirked, one eyebrow lifting, and asked, “So, you gonna go out and hook up some bear somewhere, yo? Gonna let some stranger ram you and, maybe, run to the media about it later? Don’t even think you ain’t gonna want it, yo—once bitten and all…”

        Rufus scowled at him. He was so carelessly elegant all spread out in that chair in his usual chin-on-fist position, his body loose and utterly languid, his handsome, narrow face suffused with that bored disinterest. If he’d looked any more edible, Rufus might’ve accidentally “dropped” his paperweight. As it was, he was inclined to consider Reno’s offer, and ignored the voice in his head that shrieked warnings at him. Because for all of his aggravating way of presenting his claim, Reno was right—Rufus would only be content for so long with fantasies…

        He steepled his hands beneath his chin and looked at Reno, trying to stay calm.

        “What is this favor?” he asked.

        “First off, we got a deal, yo?” Reno asked, and lit a cigarette even though he knew he wasn’t supposed to smoke in Rufus’s office. “You say yes, I’ll see you tonight.”

        “And if I say no?” Rufus inquired.

        “Then I see you tomorrow,” Reno told him, smirking around his cigarette. “At work.”

        Rufus blinked, trapped and knowing it but unable to escape and not really sure that he wanted to. Reno intrigued him, and few enough things in the world were actually interesting for Rufus. He was willing to feel it out. He could always have Reno killed later, if he proved to be troublesome, though that would be a shame...

        “Then I say yes,” he lowly said, expecting gloating from the other man.

        Reno just leaned forward and dropped a piece of paper on his desk, a scrap with a phone number on it.

        “What’s this?” he asked.

        “My favor, yo,” Reno told him.

        Rufus sighed heavily and dialed the number.

        “You calling for Reno?” was the first thing he heard.

        “Yes,” he said.

        “He owes,” the man on the other end said.

        Rufus felt his stomach sink. He’d expected anything from Reno but this.

        “How much?” he asked, hiding his reaction. He was at a cross-roads here and he knew it. If he did this, he’d officially be buying Reno’s body like some kind of high-priced whore.

        The man snapped off a figure that would, indeed, cause any one of the Turks considerable concern. Luckily, it was trifling to him and he promised to have the money delivered by the end of the business day before hanging up.

        “Is this what it’s come to, Reno?” he asked, staring down at his hands on his desk. They were nice hands, the nails clean and buffed and well-tended, the skin smooth and soft, the fingers long and sensitive. Nice hands for a nice, good-looking man, one who didn’t need to purchase sex, one who shouldn’t have to buy his Turk’s loyalty. “I thought you said you’d never sell it?”

        “I said I don’t sell it,” Reno corrected him. “Ain’t nobody got the funds to afford me.”

        “Well,” Rufus said, and couldn’t stop the sick, sinking feeling in his stomach. He’d lusted after Reno in terrified silence, he’d dreamed about doing things with him that he’d never dare do with any lover, and he’d been overwhelmingly responsive to the man’s advances, but he’d never wanted to have to resort to outright buying the man’s body. It was wrong and ugly and sordid, but Rufus knew it was the only way to have him. “It will be paid immediately, Reno. May I ask how you incurred the debt?”

        “Gambling,” the man told him.

        Rufus sighed and dropped his head into his hand.

        “Just go,” he whispered.

        “See you later, yo,” Reno said, and smashed his cigarette out on Rufus’s paperweight before heading for the door.

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Comments

[zilldk.livejournal.com]

Aaaaah I have been waiting for this!!! I can't even begin to describe how crazy I am with Reno in this. He's so utterly shameless and sexy and dominant and... *cough* Okay I'm done now.
I can't wait for their next... encounter. This is so well written and I adore his dirty mouth! More please! Soon! Pretty pleeeease?

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I'm working on it! And I'm really glad you like this Reno! Apparently, a lot of people don't see him all "on top" which is something I was totally not aware of--it just seems so natural for him to top...Meh! I likes writing it! Stay tuned!

[zilldk.livejournal.com]

Oh, I WILL! This is probably the sexiest Reno I have ever read (And I have read a LOT). He just hits me in ALL he right places. *wink and a wicked grin*

And DAMN that is one cool icon! That's just HIM! I REALLY need to get me an icon myself, but I'm an idiot at those things and don't know how to create them. I'll have to steal one somewhere...

[f-mystic.livejournal.com]

Ummm. MORE! This is addictive. One question I thought of while reading this chapter; just how long has Rufus had this fantasy about Reno? Or are we going to find out at some point?
In any case, I hope we'll be finding out more SOON. Please. (see, I'm even willing to beg)

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Begging? That's rather up my alley! Nah, not necessary, I'm working on the next chapter now! I'm really glad you're enjoying it, though. I know I am!

[lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com]

Your Reno is love. I want one for myself.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I'll share him!

[etrix.livejournal.com]

This was unexpected. I mean, I knew Reno was doing it for his own purposes but I never expected him to get Rufus to pay off gambling debts in exchange for sex. That's awfully close to selling it.

Unless it's a big set-up; that's possible.

Now I'm gonna be worrying at this problem instead of how I get my story from here to there... Bad dog. =p

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

That's me! Yeah, this is one twisty turny plot that's been writing itself. I wish I knew what was going on!

[nicotine-gum.livejournal.com]

Shite.

You've certainly made alot of people eat their words and reconsider their opinions! I believe I just made a lengthy comment over on ffnet, but I'll say it again: your Reno rocks. He is so utterly wicked I don't know how I ever thought he couldn't top.

If only your chapters were longer...

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I think this next one is going to be a corker-6pgs and counting! Hope nobody gets eyestrain!

[garinarayne.livejournal.com]

If I wasn't insanely jealous of Rufus here, I'd feel sorry for him. He really has no idea what he's getting into.

Reno seems to be seeing exactly what he can get Rufus to do. Can't wait for the next part. :D

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

This is a really twisted relationship (if I DARE call it that!) but it goes good places! I'll have the next chapter up ASAP!