[ although neither of them has taken the step of actually saying the words aloud, there are moments when tseng feels them acutely—like now, embroidered into the way rufus says i need you, meaning not that rufus shinra needs the head of his turks but that rufus, just rufus, needs just tseng. the entirety of tseng's life has been shaped around the question of what use he can be: how he might be forged into a weapon to be wielded by the long arm of the company, what purpose he might serve to those who own him. the meaning of his existence has always been his function.
but now, in the quiet of tseng's bedroom, rufus says i need you and it has nothing to do with what tseng can do for him, nothing to do with how tseng can be used. the thought that he might be of some value to this man beyond his function is one that nearly overwhelms him, and tseng can do nothing but give rufus another lingering, breathless kiss, some small way to express the way that those simple words touch something tender deep inside him, a place that no one else has ever been able to reach. ]
You have me, [ tseng promises, in between the kisses he presses to rufus' mouth. ] You have me, always.
[ even when they part, he stays close, his forehead pressed to rufus' and their noses brushing together, the warm wash of rufus' breath against his mouth each time their bodies move together. climax becomes an afterthought and also an inevitability; they will come, both of them, but tseng is no longer focused on it as a goal. ]
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but now, in the quiet of tseng's bedroom, rufus says i need you and it has nothing to do with what tseng can do for him, nothing to do with how tseng can be used. the thought that he might be of some value to this man beyond his function is one that nearly overwhelms him, and tseng can do nothing but give rufus another lingering, breathless kiss, some small way to express the way that those simple words touch something tender deep inside him, a place that no one else has ever been able to reach. ]
You have me, [ tseng promises, in between the kisses he presses to rufus' mouth. ] You have me, always.
[ even when they part, he stays close, his forehead pressed to rufus' and their noses brushing together, the warm wash of rufus' breath against his mouth each time their bodies move together. climax becomes an afterthought and also an inevitability; they will come, both of them, but tseng is no longer focused on it as a goal. ]