Kink Bingo: Coffee Break(Zack/Rufus, Begging)

[icedark_elf]

Title: Coffee Break
Beta: artimusdin
Prompt: Begging for kink_bingo
Pair: Zack/Rufus
Wordcount: 2,554



Ever since the threats against both the President and Vice-President of the Shin-Ra company had been sent, both men had been going through their days with bodyguards. The President had gathered the Turks to himself, leaving his son to use SOLDIERs. Most of them were off the lightly injured list, hurt enough that they needed to stay in Midgar, off of the dangerous missions that a SOLDIER usually went on. Most of them were bored, a bit frustrated, and ready to hurt something. It made them annoying to deal with at times, but no would be assassin was really any match for a SOLDIER. Even an injured one. Still meant that Rufus had to deal with bored SOLDIERs

Though, Rufus debated, it wasn’t such a bad thing there.

Right now, Zack was on rotation, having gotten himself chewed on by a monster, and had made himself quite comfy in one of the chairs that lined the side of the room. Rufus was hoping for something from the man, given the fact that the last few times he and Zack were left alone, Rufus had been introduced to the fact that interpersonal contact wasn’t as bad as he thought. Or perhaps it was just because it was Zack. In either case, he had a vague idea that perhaps they might do something to break up the monotony of his day.

And now Zack was sitting there, reading a book. He was paying attention, because whenever Rufus was still for too long or made a move that was different than before, he would look up. Then he’d grin.

Frustrated, Rufus stood and moved to where his coffee maker was. It had been a short night, and the mass of paperwork was not holding his attention. It only took a moment to pour a cup, and start to make it the way he liked it. Finally, he sipped at the hot drink and shut his eyes.

He didn’t expect the hot body that suddenly pressed against his back. Seemed that the monster hadn’t slowed down Zack’s speed, and Rufus went tense. “Get off.”

A chuckle. “What, no foreplay? I know you like it hard and fast, but I’m not quite that quick.”

Rufus growled, and remembered to set his cup down before he gave a small struggle. The answer to that was Zack shifting them both and shoving Rufus into the wall, hand tight against the back of his neck, holding him there. “Hmm. You remember how I like it.” Another growl, and Rufus tried to stomp on his foot. Zack just leaned into him, and pressed his lips against his ear.

“If you are too loud, the secretary out there is going to call for people to come, and then they’re going to break into this room. What do you think they’ll find once they get in here?”

“You getting shot,” was the sharp response.

Zack just nipped his ear, hand not on the back of his neck sliding down the blond man’s front. “That mean you want me to let go?” He cupped his hand around Rufus’s crotch, massaging lightly. Since Rufus didn’t want any such thing, he was quiet. Other than a low “bastard,” that he couldn’t keep to himself.

“Keep telling you my parents were married,” Zack responded cheerfully, flexing his fingers lightly, teasing Rufus though the layers of clothing he was wearing. “Anyone ever tell you that you overdress? Especially for someone who keeps giving me the sort of look you’ve been giving.”

That got an indignant noise from Rufus, but he couldn’t help but press against Zack’s hand. He could feel the man’s erection through both of their pants, hard against his ass. While who topped varied, it looked like today Zack was going to be taking charge. Because he was right. If Rufus made too much noise, they’d end up with a group of armed fighters in here, and he wasn’t sure if that would be enough to make Zack stop if Zack really didn’t want to. Though at least the man was at least pretending to care about Rufus’s reputation, not leaving marks, and treating him as the Vice-President in public.

Rufus wondered where the man had learned to be so good at hiding his real feelings and attitude from people. Because the Zack who had him pinned was nothing like the happy go lucky idiot that he saw from time to time with other SOLDIERs. Made him wonder which was the real one.

The fingers tightened slightly on him, and Rufus had to swallow back a groan. “Someone,” Zack purred, fingers squeezing a bit more before moving to start dealing with the fastenings of Rufus’s pants, “isn’t paying attention to his surroundings. Shocking lack of self preservation, that.”

That just got another growl, one that amped up as the pants dropped, making Rufus wonder if he shouldn’t by some tighter pants. Then there was leather wrapped right around his cock, making Rufus jerk into the touch. It was new leather, slick and soft, and he shivered. Oh. Zack had gotten new gloves. The man had even commented on it when he showed up for his shift. He made a noise, and had the other hand come up and curl over his mouth, tight and muffling. He nipped at the leather, hard, to make sure it was felt, and did his best to not shiver, rocking against the hand on him. They continued like that a moment, then the hand dropped away from his mouth, and Zack nuzzled at his throat.

“Decided to join the party then, hmm?”

Rufus snorted. “No. This is just a coffee break.”

A low chuckle against his throat, and Zack shifted, pulling Rufus away from the wall and bodily moved him back to the coffee. “Well, then you’d better drink before time runs out, hmm?” His hand didn’t stop the slow strokes along Rufus’s cock, fingers flexing now and then, and the blond just snorted at him. That was when Zack went still, looping one arm around Rufus’s waist. “Come on, now. You put so much effort into making it, shouldn’t let it get cold now.”

“I don’t have the slightly clue on what you are talking about. I made it the same as always.” Rufus gave the man the most innocent look he was capable of over a shoulder. That didn’t mean it was good, but he was willing to try.

“Then you,” Zack purred, nipping at his ear, “are incredibly klutzy. I mean, spilling creamer over your fingers and having to lick it off. Shameful. Thought you had better hand-eye coordination than that.”

The hand was back on the back of Rufus’s neck, and he was pushed down over the counter. There was another token struggle, but that faded into a real growl when the hand that had been feeling so nice on him vanished. After a moment, he heard rustling, but couldn’t see what was going on, and the hand on his neck was firm. Damn the bastard for being so strong. Then a black glove landed beside his face, making Rufus pause for only a moment. He had a good idea of what that meant, and the sudden press of cool fingers against him, slick with lube, only confirmed it.

For a moment, he thought about tensing up, making Zack work for it, but that was just stupid, because Zack would, and just relaxed instead. “Finally stripping, are we?”

“Nope. Just not worth ruining a good set of new gloves.” The tone was mocking, and Rufus growled. “I could have bought you a new set.” He had liked the feel of the leather on his skin.

“Maybe if you’re a good brat, I’ll keep my gloves on next time, hmm?”

That got a shiver, and Rufus was a bit startled. Zack was really the extent of his sexual experience, and sometimes the man said or did things that would send a surprising spike of desire through him. It really was quite irritating, as it just seemed to make the dark haired man -smugger-. Which Rufus hadn’t been aware was even possible.

The switch from fingers to cock was unexpected and Rufus almost yelp as Zack pressed into him. Oh, fuck, he felt huge. Before this, there was usually a lot more preparation. Not this time it seemed, and Rufus scrambled at the counter, fighting hard to not make a sound. It almost burned, but he just forced himself to relax more, and pant lightly. The hand on the back of his neck loosened some, the thumb brushing up his spine. Approval. Rufus didn’t need his approval, but it still felt good.

Zack rocked a few times, settling, sending prickling sensations up Rufus’s spine, and then....nothing.

A long, slow blink from Rufus. What was the man doing? He rocked a bit himself, feeling suddenly exposed, bent over, ass filled with Zack, and the other man’s hand keeping him pinned down hard against the counter. For a moment, Zack did nothing, then his free hand caught Rufus’s hip and Zack leaned into him, pinning the man fully. The hand on the back of his neck loosened, and shifted, sliding up to thread into pale hair, gripping, and pulling Rufus up. “Drink your coffee, Rufus.” The words were purred into his ear. “Then, maybe, I’ll fuck you.”

That got a growl, and Zack gave a slow, slow rock, hand on the hip keeping Rufus from moving. He tried to make things happen faster, but Zack was stronger. “Going to shoot you,” he hissed. “Just so you are aware.” He swallowed hard as Zack did something that sent a flash of pleasure through him. With shaking hands, the blond took his cup of coffee, doing his best to not spill it on himself. After a moment, Zack sped up. Just a little, but enough that Rufus noticed. The coffee, at least, was cool enough he didn’t scald his mouth with it as he drank it quickly.

“But if you shot me, who would you find to do things like this for you, hmm? Reno? Tseng? Sephiroth?” It was a purr into his ear. “Not the first one. He’d be too willing to let you run roughshod over him at times. Tseng as well. Sephiroth, well, that would have potential. Can’t you imagine him over you? All that long hair and that black leather and intent focus?” A nip along Rufus’s ear.

“Speaking for experience?” A scoff, and Rufus pressed back as best he could. “Knew you were a whore.”

“Slut. I keep telling you, I’m not getting paid for this.” A bit of a harder thrust, then he went back to the slow, teasing rocking.

“Gods damn you,” it was a growl. “Fuck me.”

Zack chuckled. “I know you can beg better than that.”

“I wasn’t begging. It was an order.”

Impossibly, Zack slowed down even more. “I think you’re a bit confused here, Rufus. Now I think I want to hear a please when you beg.”

He should not be getting harder from this, and Rufus hated that he was. But he was never in this position. Even Tseng listened to him when he gave him a direct order, even if there were attempts to talk Rufus out of, or into some particular action. Only two people he knew of would blatantly disregard what he told them. His father, and Zack. There were presumably others, but he didn’t have to deal with them.

As he was pondering what to do, Zack’s hand drifted over him, brushing a fingertip here, pressing with the palm of his hand there, and turning Rufus on even more. Finally, Rufus decided he was going to deal with things himself, and moved to curl his hand around himself.

And had to strangle back a yelp as Zack’s fingers were suddenly tight around his wrist. “I don’t recall saying you could do that.” A flex, and the bones in Rufus’s wrist creaked. He hissed, going still, that pool of need in him spiking up again. “Let go, Rufus.”

“Or what, you’ll break my wrist?”

“Or I simply let you do what you can to please yourself, while I go back to reading my book. And this ends for good.”

Rufus paused. Zack sounded...serious. He’d end...whatever it was they had over this. “Maybe if you’d do your damn job and fuck me, I wouldn’t have to.”

“Again, not getting paid, so can’t be a whore. And whores are the ones who have sex for a living.” Zack tugged at Rufus’s wrist again, and this time, Rufus let his arm be tugged away with a growl. Zack brushed his thumb over Rufus’s wrist, and gave a slow rock. “Now, let’s hear that pretty little voice beg for it.”

“I don’t plan to.....” he cut off with a gurgle as Zack did that thing again. One day, he was going to find out just what it was, but it played merry havoc with his brain, and he arched back against the man. And he didn’t want it to end. “Zack.....”

“Please, Rufus, say please. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.” It was a low, rough purr into his ear, as Zack draped against his back, giving a few harder rocks into him.

“Gods....please. Damnit, Zack. Please fuck me.” He didn’t want to say it, and hated the fact he had, but once he started, he couldn’t stop. “Want you to fuck me, bastard. Please....” The words trailed off into a moan for a half second before he bit his own lip. He did make soft needy sounds, and was happy when Zack let go of his neck to cover his mouth again. Biting at the leather, Rufus mumbled pleas against his fingers. It felt good, feeling Zack speed up, moving harder and faster the more that Rufus begged for him.

In a way, it felt good. He still hated himself for it.

“Pretty little begger. Think if either of us should be the whore, Rufus, it should be you. With such a pretty begging voice and tight ass.....” The words continue into his ear, and Rufus panted, groaned, and came. For a long moment, everything was a bit chaotic, and Zack pressed hard to him, almost painfully so, and gave a breathy little moan into his ear.

For a long moment, both of them stayed like that, and Rufus was glad he had the counter to lay on. He didn’t know how he was going to finish the day because he could already feel his ass ache some. It was a good throb, but he knew it meant he was going to be shifting in his seat all day long.

“Going to have to make you beg more,” Zack murmured, after a long moment of leaning against the blond, and then finally stood, pulling back. “You sound so pretty doing it. Just can’t control myself so well when you do.”

Laying there a bit longer, gathering his thoughts, Rufus wondered if he wouldn’t start begging sooner the next time.

Five minutes later, it was like it had never happened.

Though he had been right. He couldn’t sit still, and Zack was in his chair again, just smiling at his book.

Bastard.