Tseng of the Turks

A rp blog for a Transgender TsengThe man is the same, although his beginings are are interpreted differentlyRun by TurkborneThis is a Secondary blog, please be courteous and understand asks will be signed with my url and understand all following back is...

[theshinraheir]

“I already know. Just don’t take too much, ok?” - youthfultseng

It had been… unbearable to deal with. The unquenchable thirst that got worse every single day - Rufus even had to lock his beloved Dark Nation out lest he drained her dry in a fit of madness. He could see the veins, hear the blood pumping through them like drums. A mantra of torment that begged him to give in.He could see the veins in Tseng’s body, like an x-ray - could see that despite his outer calm exterior…. The Turk was anxious - his heart was pumping that little bit faster.“…. I …. I can’t…. not to you -” Rufus stammered, not even asking how Tseng knew, and raised his hands, backing away from the Turk, “I could kill you - !”_youthfultseng

[theshinraheir]

Tseng was a a pragmatic person - as was Rufus, but sometimes he wondered if he and the Turk were on very different pages. 

“I would prefer to have the safety net of still having more then one Turk, however.” Rufus insisted, and thanked the gods that his thoughts were filing up properly, “I will make the vault as a cell an order, as I will not take any chances. You may trust me, but I don’t trust these new powers of mine, not until I know their full capacity. As for how many donors….”  He shook his head, “I don’t know. My next order is to have some of my blood taken so it can be analysed. We need answers if we are to deal with this properly.”  Then Rufus took a few hesitant steps forward, and brushed fingers on Tseng’s arm, studying the worryingly pale Turk. The sound of the fabric hushing against his fingers was as loud and clear as a waterfall.  “But I’d like you to sit down first and foremost.” 

Tseng sat down but looked at Rufus with a determined gaze. “The vault as a temporary cell, with breaks from it. If you are going to insist on living in such a way you will agree that a larger space is a necessity. We will draw some of your blood, provided you feed more.

“We both know feeding of me wasn’t enough.” He asked, a airy quality to his voice. He could tell that Rufus was already doing far better than before. He was starting to act like his old self too. Tseng would push him more tomorrow night if he had to. He would bide his time all he needed. However many a night Rufus would need to feed on, Tseng would learn. “I’d like for you to try something. Turks have a tendency to get injured. Reno restocked his supply of blood bags a day or two ago and while he’s willing to come in as a live donor-

“Would you be willing to try prepackaged?”

[theshinraheir]

Glad that Tseng was sitting, Rufus moved to get him something to eat or drink - whatever was available, and rummaged through the cupboards as the Turk talked.  It was the oddest thing to be able to hear the slightly change of his tone…  Tseng definitely sounded weaker, and Rufus found that if he really concentrated - he could hear the man’s slow heartbeat.  It only made the anxious Vice-President search more.  As likely as Tseng would like a bourbon, Rufus instead found a bottle of plain water in the mini-fridge, and not realising he didn’t need Rude, (for once) to pry it open. He procureed a glass and handed it to Tseng with no room for refusal.  “You’re…. probably dehydrated by now.” he said a little sheepishly.  Then the blond sat opposite Tseng, considering his suggestion…  “I suppose … I may not have much of a choice.” Rufus agreed, “But let’s focus on the possibility that this could be reversed.” Then he gave something of a bitter laugh, “If any of you get me a coffin for a bed, I’ll make them into snacks.”  

[tsengender]

“That ruins one of my plans...” Tseng muttered with a wry smirk. He opened the water and drank it slowly. “Here I was going to look for a nice plush coffin barely big enough for two.” A warm chuckle bubbled up in his throat and his eyes shone at Rufus. He was trying his damnest to lighten Rufus’s spirits.

“We’ll take the blood sample in a few more feedings. Who would you like to test it? Who do you trust?” 

He sipped some more water knowing damned well he wasn’t going to go anywhere until he finished the whole bottle. Rufus had a motherly streak in him for his Turks when they were injured, that wouldn’t change.

[theshinraheir]

"You brought this on yourself" -bindingtseng [because post Rufus's betrayal this would happen tbh]

“No, no - that is not necessarmmm - !” The blond jerked his head back defiantly as Tseng roughly palmed duck tape across his mouth. Rufus had put up with the handcuffs - but really, tied up in a chair? Even his ankles were roped to the legs of his seat. And it wasn’t even a comfortable seat at that! Just a horrid, stiff, wooden one!“Hmmnnnrrghh!!!” Rufus tugged, blue eyes wide with anger as he rocked the chair slightly. 

[theshinraheir]

Rufus’ head fell thrown back as Tseng hauled the chair to its feet, and jerked in silent pain when the sharp sting hit his throat.  Once the needle was out, Rufus’ head was swimming in seconds.  He glanced up at Tseng’s now blurring face, and with a grunt, simply said:  “…ow.”  Then his head fell forward.  ** This wasn’t the first time Rufus had woken up from a drug-induced sleep, though previous incidents had been for medical reasons. When he’d broken his arm, being knocked out was nothing short of a sweet release. 

This…. was starting to feel like that, as his whole body felt broken.  He lifted his head, or rather, tried to as it decided to fall sideways instead. Clearing his throat was also a bad idea, painfully scratchy and clogged. He’d give anything to be able to brush his teeth too - his whole mouth felt like carpet.  Then he noticed, or rather, felt something a little different, and when his vision finally stopped dancing - Rufus realised he had been stripped to just his white suit pants. His breath were small wisps of cloud, and the reason he felt so broken was how freezing his bones were. ….shit. Rufus, as everyone knew him, loathed cold. Couldn’t handle it. 

Whatever it was that Tseng, or heck - any of the Turks had in mind for him, this was likely just the beginning of it. 

[tsengender]

Tseng walked into the room. It was mildly refrigerated and he looked coldly at Rufus, a hose held in his hand. “Why, Rufus?”

Everything about this hurt. Rufus cared about them. Tseng knew that, they all knew that but he still joined up with AVALANCHE. “I need to hear it Rufus. Every word, every explanation. All of it. How cold you are right now, how much your teeth chatter... you deserve every bit of it and you know it. Don’t resist.”

He walked close enough and put the nozzle of the hose under Rufus’s chin. “Resort to begging and I’ll just make you colder, understood?”

[tsengender]

"Yes, Tseng - I do indeed have a question." Rufus said, tone serious. He walked towards the desk, raising a hand to slide fingers across the polished surface, before stopping before the seated Turk. Then he leaned down slightly, face still serious - before it broke into a grin, "Would you like some coffee?"

Tseng only sighed and raised an eyebrow at the energetic boy. “Are you even allowed to have coffee? I was under the impression you were only allowed tea or hot cocoa.” 

His pen still slashed black lines across the page, filling out the report. He wasn’t quite sure if this was the boy asking him out on a date or trying to get him to take him out to get a forbidden drink. Either way, he was going to weigh things carefully.

[theshinraheir]

The more Tseng explained, the more excitement grew within Rufus like a tight ball in his chest.  As such - Rufus decided that if this was going to be a real thing, then he’d behave.  For once.  He would not blow this.  Rufus followed Tseng diligently, his fingers curling as he thought about the possibilities. The information he’d be privy to, the -  The blond gave a smile, more at himself then back at Tseng, exhaling through his nose as the Turk outlined their arrangement,   I’m getting ahead of myself.  As the elevator pinged closed, Rufus looked at Tseng, “Say we did make it a mission, what would my objective be? Just behaving?” 

[tsengender]

“I don’t have anything on the mission roster suitable for a trainee to engage in tonight. You’ll have to settle for simply behaving, unless you’d like to practice a turk specialty. There are a few you could practice on me tonight.” Tseng slid his arm around Rufus’s shoulder.

“Seduction, information gathering and interpretation, I would say assassination but in the unlikely event you succeeded you’d be left without a guard.” He chuckled and looked down at the little prince. Rufus was quite the interesting little executive. He wasn’t like the others and that endeared him to Tseng.

“What are your thoughts, sir?”

[presidxnt-deactivated20160126]

bindingtseng:

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Tseng sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Today was going to be a headache. Not even noon and there was already an attempt on a S’hinRa official’s life. Given, it was Heidigger, and Tseng wasn’t exactly confused as to why someone would want to kill the man. 

He in walked into Rufus’s office. “Sir, I’m here to escort you to a safe house.”

        He was silent till the other spoke. He wasn’t to stay in danger anymore. However the truth was that he felt more confined and vulnerable in the safe house. 

        ❝ Yes yes.            Lets head off the my cage. ❞

[tsengender]

Tseng didn’t dispute Rufus’s. nickname for the safehouse. That was after all all it was to the other- a glorified cage. He was in no mood to wait though. “Please, sir, time is of the essence.

“Fewer know of your cage while everyone knows of your perch.”

[bloodiedrequiem]

Two Faced

[bloodiedrequiem]

Rufus knew he was wide-eyed as Tseng pulled him across the floor, pulling him into a weird position that his body instantly protested. His mind went to try and justify what was going on, trying to calm him. This was a training exercise for new recruits, or even for the young Vice President. He needed to learn how to cope, right? Build on what he already knew?

Rufus sneered at the knife, holding himself steady as he felt the blade kiss his cheek. He would stay calm, he told himself. This was all a drill. This was all a test. 

But those thoughts wavered when he was grabbed by the hair and he saw the Wutaiian General. General Yang, Rufus knew the face well. It was all over the files he had hacked in the last few days. He felt the color drain from his face but he otherwise remained calm. He could already hear his heart thundering in his chest.

This is an AR simulator, he told himself, virtual reality. There is no way….

“Suck my dick…”

[tsengender]

“Oh, and did I mention the little heir is a gay little cockslut to boot? He’d actually get off on sucking cock, much to his father’s disappointment. This little bit of protesting is just a front for how confused he is. He thinks this is a test, set up by Daddy’s men to see is his son can still pretend to be a good heir or if he’ll have to fall back on one of his bastard children to get the job done.” Tseng snorted. “The fat fuck has a number of those.”

he dropped Rufus to the dirt and stepped on his neck, putting enough pressure to restrict his airway. “So, what do you want to do with the little heir first, General?”

He kept his conversation going in wutaiian with the General, in short clipped sentinces. He looked back down at Rufus and stepped off his neck, letting him breathe. “So, since you’re not a military man, let’s start with your father’s favorite resturant, hm? We’ll have to go with assassination targets and not military targets, but I think it’ll be worthwhile.”

[tsengender]

Affectionate Starters

Send me one of the following: !

"Scoot over and share the blankets!"

"Do you want some cocoa?"

"Here, you can have my jacket. It's too cold out to be wearing short sleeves."

"I need a hug."

"Your feet are cold!"

"Can I play with your hair?"

"You make a good pillow."

"You know, you have really bad morning breath."

"Are you ticklish?"

"You don't mind sharing a bed, do you?"

"Hold still--! You've got something on your face."

"I really don't get why you're single."

"Can we hold hands? I forgot my gloves."

"Do you want to spend the night?"

"Here, get under my umbrella!"

"I bought this at the store the other day. It reminded me of you."

[achillesdflandres]

To be a man

you don’t need

to bind your breasts

outie genitals

a superiority complex

butt hair

you do need

to be as swift as a coursing river

with all the force of a great typhoon

with all the strength of a raging fire

mysterious as the dark side of the moon

[bloodiedrequiem]

Two Faced

[bloodiedrequiem]

He felt weightless, airborne, but he thought that was because he was dreaming. His sleep was like the dead, he stirred little, his breathing shallow, slow, and his mind was lethargic. His senses came back to him slowly, one by one. He smelled spices, grasses, and dirt. His hearing came next, and he caught a snippet of conversation that made his mind reel. 

“….want to watch his interrogation before I kill him….”

“You’re a surprising man, Tseng.”

When his sight came to him, he stared at the figures before him, trying to process what was going on. And who was there.

“Tseng…..?” he asked groggily, not fully aware of the other in the room. He just stared at what he thought was the Turk, but the garb was different, the environment was changed. He knew from the smell and sounds that it was not Midgar, not his apartment, but it wasn’t until the haze settled that he knew he was somewhere far away.

“…what the actual fuck is going on….” he ordered. 

[tsengender]

Tseng laughed, and grabbed a fistful of chains tugging one wrist and foot together and draggging Rufus a couple feet sideways. “Poor little thing thinks he’s still the one giving orders. It’s pathetic.

“They always thought they were better with their money, their suits, their greed suffocating the planet. No, little Shinra-” He unsheathed his knife and drew it across Rufus’s cheek, slicing a small thin clean line. “-Here you answer to me. Now are you going to be a good boy and answer all our questions?”

He grabbed a fistful of blond hair and forced Rufus to look directly at the general of the Wutaiian army. General Yang was known for being merciless to prisoners, Tseng made sure Rufus had heard that little detail in passing not to long ago. Hopefully he remembered it, along with the man’s face.

[bloodiedrequiem]

Two Faced

[bloodiedrequiem]

Rufus stifled a yawn with his free hand before he looked at Tseng inquisitively. He did not want the Turk taking his bag. Ever since he had been caught, he was overly cautious of what someone could do to his things, or with them. He didn’t want his machine wiped again. Not after all the work he had done to get some of the files he had on there now. However, as he started to tug back on the case and tell the other he could carry it just fine, he found that his computer falling into Turk hands was the least of his worries.

“Hey, what the fuck..!”

As the sharp poke of the syringe alerted his brain, he tried to pull it out before the liquid entered his stream, but he reacted too slowly and the world was starting to spin. He felt Tseng’s arms around him, holding him upright as he struggled to stay standing.

“…stop…..” he slurred out, but any words after that were nonsense as he felt his body fall numb and then felt nothing at all as the spinning became darkness. 

[tsengender]

Tseng knew how to transport an unconcious body across war lines. It was a simple affair, keeping Rufus unconcious. Setting him up in the hut in the middle of nowhere, chained to enough cinder blocks to outweigh him and keep him pinned down on the dirt mud floor. He would wake soon. The General was already here and Tseng had stripped himself out of his suit long ago, exchanging it for more traditional garb.

He wore dark colors all the same, knoing full well dirt and blood would be on his clothes before end of day. 

“You wanted to know you could trust me, so I brought you a present. The Shinra Heir.” Tseng smirked at the general, “I thought you might want to watch his interrogation before I kill him, or at least part of it. I went though the trouble of bringing him this far just for you. Sit, I there’s some tea.”

“You’re a suprising man, Tseng.”

“I’m a loyal man, General. I don’t take betrayal well. ShinRa has no honor. I owe them nothing.”

“Well then, go on. The boy is awake.”

[bloodiedrequiem]

Two Faced

[tsengender]

Deep cover. 

That’s what he had been working on. He finally got to pull off the layers and don the suit, if only for a short time. His keycard let him into the apartment Rufus had been locked away in and the syringe of methohexital was tucked into his inner coat pocket. He’d have to be careful, injecting it into Rufus’s cartoroid artery but it would knock him out near instantly.

From there the trip to Wutai would be seamless. It was what would happen once they arrived he would have to be concerned about. “Sir, are you ready?”

His heart thumped, but no other muscle gave sign of his nervousness. He crossed his hand and wrist behind his back and stood straight, looking down at Rufus, who was as close to slumped in his desk as the young man got.

“It’s time for me to escort you home.”

[bloodiedrequiem]

Hell yes I am ready to go home….

“Yes. Thank you,” Rufus said, looking up from the desk. He tucked his files into his attache, closing his laptop and tucking it away. He stood up when Tseng told him of the ‘time’ and he nodded. Rufus stretched and went to fetch his coat.

“Not a moment too soon. If I had to do another file I think I would have tried to kill my old man again,” he joked, though his face was stoic, tired. He knew the joke was off color but he said it anyway as he wrapped himself in another layer and walked to the Turk, waiting for the door to be opened for him so they could head to the car. Not that he could run off anyway. He knew the Turks had implanted tracers in him since his last endeavors. Or so he had been told. 

[tsengender]

He’d have to ditch the bag. Leave it behind in the apartment. Who knows what Rufus had hacked into with his laptop. Tseng couldn’t risk Wutai getting their hands on it. He slipped a gloved hand around Rufus’s to take the bag. “Allow me, sir.”

His hand slipped inside his coat and grabbed the syringe. One smooth movement is all it took and the needle sank cleanly into Rufus’s neck and the liquid disappeared into his bloodstream. The syringe clattered to the floor and his arms wrapped around Rufus to steady him. 

“Don’t struggle.”

[bloodiedrequiem]

Two Faced

Rufus stared at his computer screen, waiting for his escort to arrive. Though he had finally gotten back into work after the AVALANCHE fiasco, he was still under house arrest and therefore unable to move about freely. Such restrictions bothered him, but he preferred them to a jail cell. He yawned and submitted another document, sinking back into his chair.

He checked his phone and sighed; no messages. No confirmation on when he could go home. 

“Leave it to the old man to torture me with fucking paperwork…” he snorted, sipping his coffee. He frowned at the cold, brown liquid and set it down again, checking his email. He only had one new message, from his father. It instructed him to finish his finance report before he could leave. Replying to the message, he attached the document and sent it. Hopefully, he thought, it would be enough to go home. He was not keen on working 4am to 9pm shifts.

“Go fuck yourself,” he muttered, checking his phone a moment later. He relaxed. Tseng was assigned to escort him home; he would be there soon. 

[tsengender]

Deep cover. 

That’s what he had been working on. He finally got to pull off the layers and don the suit, if only for a short time. His keycard let him into the apartment Rufus had been locked away in and the syringe of methohexital was tucked into his inner coat pocket. He’d have to be careful, injecting it into Rufus’s cartoroid artery but it would knock him out near instantly.

From there the trip to Wutai would be seamless. It was what would happen once they arrived he would have to be concerned about. “Sir, are you ready?”

His heart thumped, but no other muscle gave sign of his nervousness. He crossed his hand and wrist behind his back and stood straight, looking down at Rufus, who was as close to slumped in his desk as the young man got.

“It’s time for me to escort you home.”

[acepanromcloudstrife]

BindingTseng [text:] If I see Rufus within the next 72 hours I'm going to castrate him, employer or no. His ignorance rivals his father's some days. I suggest keeping him home this weekend if you don't want a very depressed boyfriend.

[text:] i’ll keep him busy

[text:] sorry for whatever happened tho, if you need to talk about it, i’m all ears.

[text:] i’ll lecture him about it later

[tsengender]

[text:] He may have suggested that the fact that I was afab means I could carry children for him.

[text:] He was not subtle. He wasn’t entirely joking. 

[tsengender]

"Yes, Tseng - I do indeed have a question." Rufus said, tone serious. He walked towards the desk, raising a hand to slide fingers across the polished surface, before stopping before the seated Turk. Then he leaned down slightly, face still serious - before it broke into a grin, "Would you like some coffee?"

Tseng only sighed and raised an eyebrow at the energetic boy. “Are you even allowed to have coffee? I was under the impression you were only allowed tea or hot cocoa.” 

His pen still slashed black lines across the page, filling out the report. He wasn’t quite sure if this was the boy asking him out on a date or trying to get him to take him out to get a forbidden drink. Either way, he was going to weigh things carefully.

[theshinraheir]

Rufus was silent as Tseng explained, and his eyes wandered a little when the Turk stretched, seeing a slim, but athletic build through the sleek white shirt. Tseng already looked young, but it was hard to imagine him younger or smaller.  He’d always been the older one to Rufus… and the mentioned kept clothes for sentimental reasons piqued his curiosity, but decided not to ask. Tseng would either tell him of his own accord, or not.  After following Tseng to the elevator, Rufus’ face lit up with genuine surprise at the Turk’s offer.  “You’d train me like a Turk?” he exclaimed, the edges of his lips rising slightly. His eyes widened a little in excitement, “Really?”  The idea of it likely sounded better then what was probably involved, but Rufus wanted nothing more then to prove he was worth their time. That he was better then the Old Man.  Impressing the President was like pissing against the wind, but the Turks…. they were different. They were worth it. They kept the company’s secrets, and Rufus wanted those secrets. He would win the Turk’s loyalty.  “I’ll do it.” he agreed immediately, “When do we start?”  It didn’t matter if it was ball-breakingly hard, Rufus wanted to do it, and the opportunity was being presented right here to him.  And one thing he always took advantage of, it was opportunity. 

[tsengender]

“I would train you, yes. Convincing Veld that you should be trained will not be easy.” Tseng replied simply. “Keep in mind that you’d likely have to take some time off work in order to train. A sabbatical of some kind perhaps? The details would need to be worked out.”

Tseng put a hand on th small of Rufus’s back and led him into the elevator with little fuss. He lived in walking distance of ShinRa in the top floor of a nearby office building. He had to use unorthodox methods to convince the man to let him have the rental as a residential space, but it had been worthwhile.

“Stay close tonight. Your behavior effects whether or not I convince Veld you’re worth the Turk’s time and effort.” Tseng smiled, “If you are I’m bound to ‘supervise’ you on a few missions. Is that what you want tonight to be? A mission?”

[modesty-blaise]

[theshinraheir]

“I already know. Just don’t take too much, ok?” - youthfultseng

It had been… unbearable to deal with. The unquenchable thirst that got worse every single day - Rufus even had to lock his beloved Dark Nation out lest he drained her dry in a fit of madness. He could see the veins, hear the blood pumping through them like drums. A mantra of torment that begged him to give in.He could see the veins in Tseng’s body, like an x-ray - could see that despite his outer calm exterior…. The Turk was anxious - his heart was pumping that little bit faster.“…. I …. I can’t…. not to you -” Rufus stammered, not even asking how Tseng knew, and raised his hands, backing away from the Turk, “I could kill you - !”_youthfultseng

[theshinraheir]

Rufus could do anything but relax, and remained where he was. He watched Tseng down the vial. He looked so…. so shaky, and … Oh Odin - the bite marks - !

The potion took effect, and the puncture wounds on Tseng’s neck sucked in, then closed. The Turk however was still pale, and the blond had to resist going to him, fingers curling into tight fists, the knuckles of his fingers pressing into the wall painfully.  I can’t believe I did this… Tseng composed himself, and unlike Rufus, remained calm.  The thought of having Dark Nation come into his room….  Rufus looked away, chest noticeably rising and falling with the strain of trying not to just… freak out.  “… perhaps…” he replied quietly, then swallowed, “Perhaps it’s too soon.”  Then Rufus closed his eyes, and realised that he was starting to feel … normal again. The agonising hunger he felt was gone, the desire to destroy no longer an inferno in his chest.  No - this needed to be dealt with. 

“Tseng, we need to make some arrangements,” he started, voice turning businesslike, until the sight of the pale Turk made him weak in the knees again at what had just occurred, “Well… when you’re able.”  Rufus took a step from the wall, moving his hands to look at them. They were normal again, pink, fleshy. Not claws. Not… skeletal, or pale - 

He quickly brought his hands down, looking at his Turk, and tried not to think of how the very warmth of Tseng’s body against his -  Thoughts racing, he hated how all of his senses were tuned so tightly. “Have one of the weapons vaults emptied, and put some furniture in there for me. A bed, a desk and chair, maybe whatever else as I think of it.”  Rufus would starve himself to death if it meant he wouldn’t harm another one of his Turks. Especially Tseng.  Damn you … why did you …  “I don’t know how strong I’ve become,” he shook his head slightly, “But the weapons vault should suffice if I … well.”  Rufus gestured slightly to Tseng, “I would prefer it if we didn’t have a repeat of … this.”  He pinched the bridge of his nose, brows knit together, “I know you mean well…. but this will take a toll on you eventually.” 

[theshinraheir]

Tseng was a a pragmatic person - as was Rufus, but sometimes he wondered if he and the Turk were on very different pages.  “I would prefer to have the safety net of still having more then one Turk, however.” Rufus insisted, and thanked the gods that his thoughts were filing up properly, “I will make the vault as a cell an order, as I will not take any chances. You may trust me, but I don’t trust these new powers of mine, not until I know their full capacity. As for how many donors….”  He shook his head, “I don’t know. My next order is to have some of my blood taken so it can be analysed. We need answers if we are to deal with this properly.”  Then Rufus took a few hesitant steps forward, and brushed fingers on Tseng’s arm, studying the worryingly pale Turk. The sound of the fabric hushing against his fingers was as loud and clear as a waterfall.  “But I’d like you to sit down first and foremost.” 

[tsengender]

Tseng sat down but looked at Rufus with a determined gaze. “The vault as a temporary cell, with breaks from it. If you are going to insist on living in such a way you will agree that a larger space is a necessity. We will draw some of your blood, provided you feed more.

“We both know feeding of me wasn’t enough.” He asked, a airy quality to his voice. He could tell that Rufus was already doing far better than before. He was starting to act like his old self too. Tseng would push him more tomorrow night if he had to. He would bide his time all he needed. However many a night Rufus would need to feed on, Tseng would learn. “I’d like for you to try something. Turks have a tendency to get injured. Reno restocked his supply of blood bags a day or two ago and while he’s willing to come in as a live donor-

“Would you be willing to try prepackaged?”

[tsengender]

Wrist.

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Tseng smiled, entwining his fingers with the younger man’s and bringing them to his lips and kissing the back of his hand. His other hand settled on Rufus’s waist. “What’s wrong, Rufus?”

[theshinraheir]

That made Rufus give a breathy laugh, before humming contentedly at the strokes through his hair. He only ever let Tseng do this, as most of the time, Rufus wouldn’t even let hats touch his head.  As for the grease shop….  “Udon chicken ramen, with two eggs.” he requested, “Because I’m such a rebel.”  As picky as Rufus was with food - he would admit to being much too fond of takeaway.  “And pick whatever ice cream you want, I likely won’t really have any.”  Regardless, with the attention on his back and hair, Rufus began to feel more inclined to just sleep then eat, “And that’s if you don’t have me fall asleep on my feet, first.”  These evenings were rare, as neither the Turk or the Vice-President were people who really had…. well, the time to indulge. With one climbing the ladder of power to eventually reach the top, and the other to make sure no one killed him while doing so - Tseng and Rufus’ moments of privacy were cherished. 

[tsengender]

A quick phone call, the food was ordered, along with riidiculously fudgey ice cream. Tseng only stopped his gentle hand movements on Rufus’s lower back to dial the phone and wedge it in between his shoulder and ear. He let the phone fall to the couch, knowing he’d hear it if it buzzed.

“Whatever did I do to deserve a beautiful bit of trouble like you, hm?” Tseng asked, a gentle smile pulling at his lips. “You drive me absolutely nuts you know. How am I to keep up with your ambition leaving behind a wake of enemies to clean up?”

In moments like this he would swear Rufus was just a giant purring kitten. Luckily in moments like this there was no one around to swear such a thing to.

[theshinraheir]

"You brought this on yourself" -bindingtseng [because post Rufus's betrayal this would happen tbh]

“No, no - that is not necessarmmm - !” The blond jerked his head back defiantly as Tseng roughly palmed duck tape across his mouth. Rufus had put up with the handcuffs - but really, tied up in a chair? Even his ankles were roped to the legs of his seat. And it wasn’t even a comfortable seat at that! Just a horrid, stiff, wooden one!“Hmmnnnrrghh!!!” Rufus tugged, blue eyes wide with anger as he rocked the chair slightly. 

[theshinraheir]

Rufus’ blue eyes darted between the toe of Tseng’s shoe and his dark eyes, knowing he was balancing on a very, very thin line.  Then the tape was torn off, little hairs along with it, and Rufus wondered if he probably didn’t need to shave for a few days after that impromptu ‘waxing’ ….  He opened his mouth, lips stinging, before pausing as Tseng threw the drink back. Normally, he would never be this…. Never be like this, and the situation grew more dire. “It’s Scarlet. She’s found Veld. She’s going to kill him.” Rufus said quickly and clearly, “No lies. He will die if you don’t get to him first.”  Scarlet had wanted the upper hand in the board for years, and despite that Rufus remembering her and Veld’s amicability (she was their woman to go to for weapons) - he knew she would kill whoever became a stepping stone up the throne… “Please, Tseng,” Rufus insisted, for once letting himself sound desperate, “Stop her!”  None of this was supposed to happen! 

[tsengender]

Tseng narrowed his eyes for a moment and left as quickly as he had ripped the gag off Rufus’s face he was gone from the room. He knew Rufus had told the truth, and there was no sense in risking the life of a Turk. 

A minute later, Tseng returned, silent with a syringe filled with a clear liquid. He wrenched Rufus’s chair upright and shoved the needle with less grace than he probably should have into the blond’s forearm and pushed the plunger. “Time for a nap.”