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The sidewalk is damp with the leftover remnants of the rain, a storm having blown through Midgar earlier in the afternoon. Reno checks his ten, then checks his two, and sees that there is nothing there - good. It’s late - not late by any standards for a Shinra employee, especially for a Turk like himself. He’s usually at a bar by this time of night, needing to get rid of the mental drain of the day.
But not tonight.
Dressed in black from head to toe, he turns a corner and heads down a narrow alleyway in the slums. Checking his six, he still has no tail - which he’s always afraid of getting on nights like these. Nights when he can’t afford to have anyone know what he’s up to, because it’s none of their Gaia damn business, first and foremost. Second of all, there are some things he prefers that no one knows about. Approaching an unmarked door, he knocks two times, then after one more quick glance over his shoulder, he slips inside.
It’s stifling in here - it always is. He ducks his head, and after a nod to a person in the shadows, he heads down another long hallway and sees the room he’s looking for. Walking to it, he gives the same knock and then enters the room. With his chin tucked against his chest, he lowers himself down to his knees and hears the door close with an inaudible click.
“You’re late.”
He puts his gloved palms down on the floor, showing more submission that he normally liked to show right off the bat, but he knows the person that’s spoken to him is right. “Got held up, yo.” He mutters, knowing it’s not a good enough excuse. Except for the fact that the reason he was late in the first place is because of the person speaking to him. Bastard. “Won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t.” Something bangs against the floor twice. “Are you wearing it?”
Grabbing the hem of his black shirt, he pulls it up and off of his body, exposing himself. Against the base of his neck is a thin black collar. On his wrists are identical thin leather bands, and a pair around his ankles completes the set. Reno returns his head to be lowered, as he brings his gloved hands back down to the floor. He inhales slow, trying to calm himself, but it’s a difficult course of action but one he must abide by.
“Look at me.” Metal touches his chin, the touch one his body responds to as if it were his genitalia being touched. Lifting his head, he stares up at his superior’s dark eyes, the bindi on the middle of their forehead his focal point as the metal rubs against the side of his face. “You had an order. Be here at nine. What time is it right now?” Tseng, the man who he calls boss on the clock over at Shinra, moves the metal to be pushed up against his bottom lip.
Reno stares up at him, keeping his attitude in check. “Half past.” The barrel of Tseng’s gun is pushed a little harder up against his bottom lip. “Got held up, yo.” He repeats what he’d stated earlier, hoping that Tseng would cut him some slack.
“Unacceptable.”
“What?!” He starts to get up from his kneeling position, but then is pushed roughly back down. “That ain’t fair, yo! Ya know where th’ fuck I was! Dealing with th’ shit ya don’t want to deal with!”
Cold eyes stare down at him, Reno dropping back down onto his knees with a hard thud. He waits for the attack, and when it doesn’t come he exhales a slow breath. “If you are late again, then this arrangement will cease to be.”
“No.” Reno whispers, and sees a lecherous grin appear on Tseng’s face. This is the one place he can get what he wants - for Tseng to take total control over him. Submit to him in a way that is not work appropriate, but if that’s what the heart wants then who is to stop it. “It won’t happen again.” He bows his head, then goes an extra step further and presses his chest to the floor. “I’m sorry.”
“Better.” Expecting the touch of the barrel to his skin, he flinches when soft leather touches his face instead. “One more time.”
Looking up, he feels all the heat in his face start to drain down towards the lower half of his body. His cock fills with blood as his arousal begins to awaken now that the business portion of their night has been conducted. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry….?”
“Sir.” Keeping his eyes locked onto Tseng’s, he submits to him entirely. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“That’s much better. What a good boy you are.” Tseng’s gloved finger touches his cheek, then gives it a firm pat before putting the barrel of his gun to Reno’s lips. “Now, apologize to me properly. You know what to do.”
The barrel hasn’t been fired today, which Reno is grateful for, as he’s sucked on it when it has gone off and it tastes terrible. He drags his lips down towards the barrel of the gun, relaxing his throat as the object makes its way to the back of his throat. He knows Tseng prefers a clean blowjob, and with all the tension coiled tight in his body, it's an easy task to perform. Clean and clinical, he mimics what he would do if his boss would do him the honors on the barrel of his gun. Opening his eyes, he looks up at him and puckers his lips right around the tip of the barrel, giving it a good strong suck that leaves him with the residual taste of oil on his tongue.
“Enough.” Tseng yanks the gun from his mouth, and drops it on the floor. “Open your mouth.”
He drops his jaw, keeping his mouth open as Tseng stands up and begins to unzip his slacks. Saliva begins to pool against the back of his teeth as the darkened tip of Tseng’s cock is brought up to his lips. Breathing deep through his nose, he inhales his boss’ scent, more saliva collecting in his mouth as it’s kept away from him in a tortuous manner.
“Properly show me.” The command is made as Tseng puts his cock to rest against his bottom lip. “Do it now.”
Closing his eyes, he pulls all of Tseng’s cock into his mouth. He feels him drop his gloved hand on the top of his head to stop himself from falling over. That hand yanks hard on his ponytail, which only drives his lust higher as he sucks long and hard on Tseng’s cock. It’s better than sucking on the barrel of his gun, and he is damn well sure Tseng is going to know which piece of equipment he’d rather be servicing. His lips slide up and down while keeping the blowjob neat and clean, no drool spilling from any part of his mouth.
Gloved fingers touch his collar, and then grab onto his arm to hold tight to his wrist. “Who do you belong to?” Tseng speaks low, as he rolls his hips. Reno can feel his throat beginning to tighten as more of Tseng’s cock slides down past his gag reflex. “Who.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Belong.” Thrust. “To.”
“You, sir!” Reno gasps out, as Tseng pulls his cock from his mouth. “Only you, sir!” His own cock is about to go off inside of his pants, this insatiable lust to submit to Tseng driving him wild.
Splashes of cum begin to drip onto his cheeks and chin before more is squirted onto the tip of his tongue. He moans with appreciation, losing the battle to hold on to his orgasm as he makes a total mess inside of his underwear as more cum is fed to him. The tip of Tseng’s cock is pushed roughly into his mouth, and he sucks hard on it to get every last drop out.
Staying in a kneeled position, Reno meets his superior’s eyes and sees that pleased look he always aches to see when they’re on the clock. It’s enough to see it here, as he’s always afraid that tonight might not be the night it happens. But that isn’t the case right now. Tseng strokes his cheek, and a certain smile appears on his lips. “You may go now.” Some leftover cum is wiped off of his cheek, and pushed onto his tongue. “If you’re late again, you know what will happen.”
“Yes, sir.” He grabs his shirt, and pulls it back over his head. He lowers himself back down to the ground, and kisses the inside of Tseng’s foot before returning to a standing position. Walking out of the room, he adjusts himself, thankful for the dark clothing to hide the mess of semen he’s got stashed inside of his own underwear.
He lights a cigarette in the alleyway, and takes a long drag, the taste of Tseng’s cum still rolling around in his mouth. Blowing the smoke up towards the sky, he hears a door open, and then feels someone take the smoke from his hand. “Ya could have asked, ya know.” He mutters, as he sees the man who’d just made a wreck out of him blowing smoke up towards the sky, much like he’d just done.
“Come on.” Tseng offers his arm to him. “Night cap?”
“Followed by some night sex?” He asks, nodding his head as he lets Tseng keep his smoke, and takes another one out of his pack for himself.
“Since someone was so good tonight, I think that can be arranged.”
“Alright, yo.” He looks at Tseng, and grins. “Lead th’ way.”