Final Fantasy VII (Tseng/Reno)

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Title- Not Quite By the Book
Author- fireun
Rating- R
Warnings- sexual content, bit of language
Word Count- 517
thanks to artaddict for the beta!
A/N- for the prompt  Tseng/Reno: Bondage - 'This, at least, kept Reno quiet.'

            In hindsight, it might have been a waste of a good belt.

            Tseng was by no means a clotheshorse, but he had a finely honed aesthetic sense, and his aesthetic was currently at odds with his calculating practicality. Leather was not something Reno was like to bite through, but there would be marks left on the leather that Tseng was not interested in explaining at a later date.

            Had the Turks had some manner of organized handbook, or a human resources department of any practical degree, Tseng would most likely be violating a policy or three. It probably wasn’t a common sort management practice to secure unruly employees to a chair with a tie, and then shove a belt between their teeth as a sort of impromptu gag as they were relieved of their clothes in a less than impartial fashion…

            Honestly, Tseng tried, very hard, to keep his business façade firmly in place when dealing with Reno, but the redhead had an infuriating way of smirking. It was a tiny expression, but it suggested and encouraged all manner of pleasantly inappropriate fraternization. It was the goad that never failed to get beneath Tseng’s skin and shatter his cool.

            It led to things like Reno’s current predicament.

            Reno could have been doing something as innocent as attempting to wet a mouth gone dry in the face of Tseng’s ire. His tongue could have been attempting to soothe equally dry lips. But there was no reason the man had to run his tongue along the edge of the requested glass of water like that. There had been no call for that same tongue to slowly trace his lower lip.

            There had been no reason for that damn smirk.

            It was a shame Reno neglected to wear a tie. Tseng was running out of good excuses for how all of his got damaged.

            Reno put up a fight, as always; taunting and teasing and never retreating. He ran his mouth in a constant stream of attempted humor and scathing commentary. A scuffle later he was tied to the chair he had been lounging in a few minutes earlier. He smiled, relaxed, chattering up a storm, offering suggestions.

            Tseng’s belt was off before he had thought through the action. Tseng folded the leather a few times, grabbed Reno’s chin, and shoved the leather into that infuriating smile.

            “You are going to want to bite down on that.” Tseng advised.

            Reno chuckled, eyes sparkling with his singular mixture of amusement and lust.

            It wasn’t probable that anyone would call them to task for their unconventional interaction. But Tseng had an image to maintain, and the gossip when it did manage to happen, before either Reno or Tseng got to the unfortunate chatterbugs, was irritating enough. Reno gnawed on leather in violent attempt to keep from shouting as Tseng set about the task of silently fucking him.

            It wasn’t until after, as Reno slumped limply against his chair, the belt forgotten and on the floor, that Tseng allowed himself to smile. This, their fierce little office assignations, managed to keep Reno quiet for a time at least.