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tseng "assigned service top at birth" ff7r (q♦) ([personal profile] nonvoting) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2024-02-28 09:43 am (UTC)

[ the power structure between them slots into place again, and the ground solidifies beneath tseng’s feet. it’s easier to understand what to do when he understands each of their roles. by the time he re-emerges, chest clean and teeth brushed, the shield of his professionalism is back in place, as is the armor of rufus’ station.

even before the events of the last few weeks, the series of circumstances that culminated in tseng pledging his loyalty and that of the turks to rufus shinra in lieu of their loyalty to the president, things between them had always been fairly simple to understand. rufus shinra was the lever that would move the world, and tseng was the fulcrum upon which that lever rested. leverage, for rufus’ designs. it’s that pattern into which tseng settles now, once he sees that gleam in rufus’ eyes that means he’s collected himself. easy.

easy, until rufus curls his fingers in a way that’s unmistakably beckoning tseng closer, and tseng, damn him, leans right down into it. ]


Thank you, sir.

[ maybe the words come out perfectly steady. to tseng’s ears they sound softer than they should, as soft as the drag of rufus’ fingertips through the length of his hair. tseng’s hair rarely tangles, a blessing of genetics, and he doesn’t feel rufus’ fingers catch on anything as they pass through the strands.

which means either—

either rufus was so gentle that tseng didn’t feel him untangle it, or rufus invented a tangle for the purpose of putting his fingers in tseng’s hair. both of those options feel impossible, overwhelming. tseng can’t let his mind linger on either, for now; he locks them both away in the same place that he’s storing the fact that hearing rufus say please was enough to make him come in his jeans. ]


I’m going to find new clothes, [ tseng says, and does not explain why they’re needed. ] The room is secure. I won’t be long.

[ he doesn’t give rufus orders, so he doesn’t say stay here until i return, but rufus is no idiot, so tseng is sure he hears the request.

either way, tseng is out the door before he can think too hard on it, before the mess in his underwear starts leaking through the thicker fabric of the denim. ]

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