to lodge or not to lodge

[Azzy]

Rufus sat in his wheelchair looking out at the trees, if he didnt get out of here soon, he would scream, he was bored out of his skull, if it had just been 6 months ago he would have gone on a drinking binge, but here he was stuck like some other cripple. he thought about yelling for a drink, but he was interrupted in his thoughs as he herd the door open behind him. "Rude?" he asked with his back to the door.

[Aeneus]

"No, Sir," Reno replied. "It's Reno. Rude is just about to go out on a shopping run."

He looked at the figure of his boss sitting helplessly in the wheelchair. He wished he could do something for the young man who was also his boss.

"I came to see if there's anything you need, Sir?"

[Azzy]

"a drink, i need a drink" Rufus said eerily soft, "with ice" still not turning to look at the turk, Rufus had his gaze locked on the world outside his window.

[Aeneus]

Reno waited a moment to see if Rufus would add anything else, by he boss stayed silent, his gaze fixed on the trees in front of him.

"Sure, Sir."

He carefully closed the door and went to the kitchen to fix Rufus' drink: Double whiskey on the rocks, just like Rufus liked it. Rufus requests for drink had become more frequent over the last days, so Reno had become very skilled at making them. Something must be bothering the man.
Come to think of it, they were all getting a bit pent up in the lodge. Reno looked at the bottle of whiskey reserved for the president and took a large swig himself.
That felt better.
He took another swig.

Feeling better he took Rufus drink and went back to his boss' room. He approached the wheelchair carefully, notn sure what mood his boss was in.

"Here's your drink, Sir."

[Azzy]

Rufus tore his gaze from the window for the first time in what seemed hours, and looked at Reno, a slight smile came to his lips, and he streched his hand out for the drink "thank you" he said, purposly letting his fingers trail over Reno's as he retrieved the glass from the other man. "Did you locate him yet? that obsternate little prick, Cloud Strife"

[Aeneus]

The touch of Rufus' hand raised goosebumps on Reno's arm and he shivered with a sudden feeling of coldness.

"Erm, we're working on it, Sir," he replied to Rufus' question, while scratching the back of his head in a nervous gesture. So yeah, he had called Tifa half a dozen times, but there had been no response from Cloud so far. He didn't think this would be the best of times to tell his boss they still had no idea where Cloud was exactly. His only hope was that Tifa could get through to Blondie eventually.

Reno knew it wasn't the answer his boss wanted to hear and wondered if he should leave while he still could. Rufus could be unpredictable when he was drinking and it wasn't always to Reno's advantage.
But his training made him wait till he was formally dismissed.

[Azzy]

"working on it" Rufus said, as were he tasting the words carefully, he took a sip of his drink, anger welled up inside him, not just because of Reno's obvious dilligence, but because he was chained to this damn wheelchair, and.. lately he had begun to question himself, once he had promised Cloud that he would rule the world with fear, and not with lies and weath as his father had. and he had failed, he had not calculated with Sephiroth the wildcard, who could have known he'd turn into such a fullblown psycho? and now he had blown it all, litteraly, reduced to waiting here, relying on the only man he knew he could never trust, there was just no guarentees with Cloud, he could not be bought with threaths, or money.

Maybe if that little git believed he was sorry, sorry for what? genocide? admitted he had not really wanted it to go that far, but done was done and there was really no use shedding any crocodile tears over it now, but Cloud might believe it, and Rufus had been told more than once that he was a brilliant actor.

He would rule the world again, he would not fail a second time, but it seemed awfully long untill he even had any prospects of reaching his goal. "And Tseng and 'Elena? still missing?" he could just as well have asked if their corpeses had been found, judgning from Reno's sudden unease, it was not much, Rufus admitted the man was professional, but he noticed the slightest of twitches.

[Aeneus]

Reno shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Still no word, Sir", he replied truthfully. Honestly, he didn't think his fellow Turks were still alive. It had been too long without any contact. He could only hope his voice didn't betray those thoughts. He didn't want to upset Rufus even more.

But his boss seemed to read his mind. It was uncanning how the man could do that. He could see the slight stiffening of Rufus' shoulders, indicating his discontent. He suddenly found himself wishing Rude was there. He was much better at dealing with Rufus when he was in such a mood.

"Will that be all, sir? he asked, hopeful to be excused.

[Azzy]

Rufus looked up at Reno and a calm smile rose, and anyone who did not know Rufus might have thought he was actually smiling becuase he was a kind man, those who knew him, knew this to be utter bullshit, Rufus only smiled when he moved in for the kill. "Tell me Reno, am i that bad company? it seems like we're the only ones here, and still you are eager to leave?" Rufus turned the wheelchair so he could look directly at Reno, "You could just have told me i bored you" again he smiled coldly, and folded his hands in his lap, his impatience only given away with a slight tapping of his thumb against his other hand.

[Aeneus]

Reno felt his blood turn cold under Rufus cruel smile. They had played this game before and Reno knew where it would inevitably lead. He had learned by personal experience it would be a bad idea indeed to oppose Rufus Shinra once he'd set his mind on something. No matter what those ideas might entail.

"Of course not. Sir," Reno replied dutifully, suddenly wishing he'd drunk a lot more of that whiskey. He approached the wheelchair facing him now till he was within reach of his boss. He truly did want to make his boss' stay more comfortable. He was a Turk after all and Rufus was his first responsibility. If only it didn't have to take this form. If only Rude hadn't insisted on doing the shopping run this time.

Reno swallowed hard. "I could keep you company...," he offered, desperately trying to fool himself he was in control of the situation and trying to stay calm under Rufus predatory gaze.

[Azzy]

Rufus let out a breath he didnt knew he'd be holding, that was very uncareful of him, to almost show some kind of interest in whatever was going on about him, besides the professional issues. he had learned this as a kid, never show them what you are thinking, keep a straigh face nomatter if they stick a gun to your head, never let them smell the scent of blood, because if they do, they will tear you apart, limb from limb, friends and foe alike. this had resulted in Rufus being slightly detached from the world around him, and he knew what people said about him, that he was a sadist prick, and that no one had seen him cry, this was not true, he knew this. none of it actually, he was never a sadist, this was what he kept those darn turks for, he didnt like getting brain matter on his suit. but he knew that he had cried, maybe not within the last ten years, but he knew he had. and he knew that Tseng had seen it, this made him feel strangely close to Tseng, but also a little afraid of him, even if he knew he had Tsengs loyalty, he had seen something that was not Rufus Shinra, cool and collected.

But truth be, he liked Reno, if he tried to scramble his own interest in this, he would admit to himself that he liked it when Reno got those little ticks, as if he tried to figure out what would happen, and he liked the submissive way he would acknowledge his defeat and get on his knees, and he sertainly liked the entusiasm Reno could muster when he had to, you had to give it to him, he was a very energetic employee.

Rufus reached out and took Reno's hand, yanking Reno's arm so he dropped on his knees where he stood. Now below Rufus eyelevel, Rufus looked down at Reno and as he caressed the tatooed cheek he whispered calmly "Do you like it when i touch you like this, Reno?" this was ofcourse a trick question, but he gathered that REno would figure that one out himself.

[Aeneus]

Reno looked up at Rufus from his new position on the floor. His angle allowed him at least a better view of the face hidden underneath the bandages. He could make out the eyes, usually hidden in shadow. They were looking at him with an intensity rarely witnessed in the otherwise cold exterior of his boss.

He could never deny Rufus was a beautiful man. He didn't doubt Rufus knew it too and used it to his own advantage when he needed to. Reno could only guess how much his boss' current condition was affecting to his boss' mind - and his temper.
Reno could barely admit to himself that perhaps cracks were starting to show in that detached exterior Rufus prided himself on.

Reno kept his eyes off the geostigma marks covering the hand that lingered on his cheek. Instead he kept his eyes on Rufus' face. Rufus had touched him many times before, but he'd never asked him if Reno liked it. Whatever he answered, he doubted it would change the course they had set on. Still, the sudden interest threw Reno off guard. Knowing Rufus, Reno suspected any answer would be used against him anyway.

"Whatever you like, Sir," he answered.

Reno had accepted this was part of his duty as a Turk a long time ago. And like all other areas of his work, he intended to it do it in a satisfactory manner. His years as a Turk had trained him well enough to not let his own emotions interfere with the duty at hand. No matter what it was.

He placed his hands on the inside of Rufus' thighs, showing he was ready to proceed, but waiting for Rufus final nod of approval.

[Azzy]

"whatever i like" Rufus whispered as he smiled again, that answer pissed him off royaly, he had somewht exected Reno to say no or yes, he did not need his turks to give him half assed answeres like that. he kenw that if he lost his temper now, he would say and do unforgiveable things to a man that would most likely let him do it. "So you like what i like, i will keep that in mind, Reno" he whispered. leaning his hand back on the head rest of the wheelchair, closing his eyes. waiting for Reno.

[Aeneus]

Of course, like he thought, any answer was gonna be used against him. Reno suppressed a sigh, knowing it would just be about the worst thing he could do right now. The one thing he hated more than what Rufus made him do, were the mind games his boss played right along with it.
Reno could have handled it better if Rufus simply ordered him do whatever he wanted Reno to do. But that was never enough for someone like Rufus. No, Rufus didn't stop at having him submit, he had to fucking rub it in.

For the first time he hesitated. He could get up and walk away. Rufus was in a damn wheelchair, there was nothing his boss could do to stop him leaving.

But Reno knew he wouldn't. Like all the times before, he wouldn't, no, couldn't refuse Rufus.

Damn it, Reno cursed himself, or Rufus, or whatever.

A little bit more roughly than he'd intended his hands unbuttoned Rufus' tailor-made trousers and lowered his fly. As usual, Rufus wasn't hard yet. It was like making Reno make him hard was part of the fun for him. Another mind game. Trust Rufus to have perfect control over that as well!

Reno took Rufus' soft cock in hand and slowly began to stroke.

[Azzy]

Rufus kept his eyes closed and focused on the feeling that emerged from his cock as it slowly rose to the attention. for one insane moment he almost whispered Reno didnt have to do it if he didnt want to, and where the hell that outburst of emotions came from he didnt know. maybe he had gone a bit mushy lately, with the near death experience, and being trapped in this damn chair. he was but a shadow of the Rufus Shinra theer had been, slick and confident. he had started to question himself and his reasons, and therefor also started to question himself.

But his gloomy thought soon fled as Reno kept teasing him till he had a deathgrip on the wheelchair's armrest. it was always over too fast, and was a poor substitute for whatever it was he lacked in his life, he couldent put his finger on it, but even as he would be relaxed after being satisfied, his chest would contrict in a strange way that almost brought tears to his eyes, never once had he acknowleged the fact that he might had fallen in love, that concept did not exsist in his vocabulary or emotional library.