Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Claim: Tseng/Rufus Shinra/Elena
Theme set/Theme: Set I: Theme #2- Lovebite
Word count: 479
Warnings: Um, obviously you know it is a threesome, so no. ^__^
Summary: How easy it is to hurt the people you care about most.
They all left physical marks on each other, little things to show the world that they belonged to each other. Each of them had a spot where they would mark each other.
Hers were always small and delicate and would be right above their adam’s apple. Easy to be hidden if they wished to, light in comparison to there’s. Tseng once told her they were dainty like her, and she argued she was anything but dainty, anything but ladylike. “Ladies don’t fuck two guys at once,” she whispered in his ear. “Ladies aren’t involved in long term threesomes.”
Tseng was a collarbone guy. He figured he could leave his mark there and they could still hide it. Only they would know what lie on the skin beneath the clothes.
Rufus was the one who liked to have his mark seen by all, that’s why he would leave a rather large one on the right side of their neck right over the pulse. Even if they tried to hide it a part of it always peered out from their clothes.
Everyone who worked at Shinra would see the marks and know they belonged to him. Of course there were whispers. How could there not be? The president of Shinra was sleeping with not one, but two of his Turks. And even more scandalous it was at the same time, and while no one would dare to say anything to him about it, they all agreed it was a rather inappropriate situation.
One day Tseng appeared with one of Rufus’s marks where Elena did not. There were whispers again of course, and for once all the whispers were right. She had, somehow, managed to anger Rufus enough where he denied her the mark she wore as a symbol of her belonging to him in a way more than a Turk.
Tseng sat with her in his office stroking her hair. “It’s alright Laney. He will forgive you in time.”
She sighed into his embrace, nuzzled his neck. “I am just upset. I will live.”
“I am fine. I promise.” Then she kissed him and he accepted her response even if he didn’t truly believe her. He knew it was ripping her apart inside.
So it was he who spoke to Rufus. As the president’s lips were on his neck he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You hurt Elena,” he told him quietly. “She loves you, as much as I do.”
“You know you did,” he breathed. “And I love her as much as I love you. Seeing her hurting hurts me as well.”
Rufus glanced up at the raven-haired man. “Then I have hurt the two people I care about most, haven’t I?”
Whispers came again the next day once more as Elena walked down the halls, Rufus’s mark fresh and bright against her skin.