|Boy Toy Series
Author: Lynsey Schadegg PM
Drabble series from FFVII Anonymous Kink Meme. Prompt: Rufus/Cloud. Rufus is Cloud's sugar daddy.Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor - Cloud S. & Rufus - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,291 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 55 - Follows: 35 - Published: 06-14-09 - id: 5136526
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn't helping to pay them off.
Summary: Cloud bothers his Sugar Daddy.
A/N: Written for the Final Fantasy VII Anonymous Kink Meme. Guess it's not so anon anymore, huh? Request was: President Shinra/Cloud. Kink: Cloud is a kept boy/Shinra is his Sugar Daddy. Bonus if Rufus happens to be screwing Cloud on the side.
This kind of took on a life of its own and now has several parts. Yeesh.
"I need some money."
Rufus raised an eyebrow but didn't look up from his paperwork. "I just gave you a thousand gil yesterday, Cloud. What did you do with it?"
"I spent it."
Rufus sighed and continued doing paperwork. Signature, stamp, seal, outbox. Signature, stamp, seal, outbox. Signature. "Come ooooon, Rufus." Stamp. "Puleeeeez." Seal. "I neeeeed it." Outbox.
A slim hand came down on the next document right over the signature box. Rufus sighed and sat back to glare at the interruption in his day. A perfect mess, a styled mess, leaned against his desk. Blond hair cut to look haphazard, which Rufus knew had cost him several hundred gil. Tight jeans with holes in the knees and bottoms of the back pockets. Tight black t-shirt advertising Aerosmith. Blue Vans.
"You're lucky you're so Gods-damned cute, or I would have dropped you like a bad business prospect."
"You've wounded me, honey. I need retail therapy."
"Get the fuck out."
The president slapped a perfect ass and shoved the boy away from the desk. "Go find something else to do and leave me alone for the rest of the day. If you're good I'll take you out to dinner tonight."
A perfectly waxed blond eyebrow rose. "Red Dragon, or no dice."
"Fine. I'll take you to Red Dragon, now get out of my office."
Cherry glossed lips turned up in a triumphant smile. "If you let me get whatever I want, I'll do that thing with the pop-rocks tonight."
"Unlimited ordering it is."
Cloud turned around and sauntered out of the office, stopping at the secretary's station to smile and flirt a little. He got a cinnamon candy, a caramel, and a cookie. Candies in pocket and cookie in hand he stood in front of the elevator repeatedly hitting the button. He licked the crumbs and smears of melted chocolate from his lips when the doors dinged open. He stepped inside the empty elevator and turned around.
Shopping was out. Now what should he do?
His eyebrows shot up. Reno! He was always entertaining. Cloud pulled the shiny card out of his pocket that Rufus gave him. It had his picture on it, which he had irritated the photographer into letting him actually model for. He looked like something out of Vogue. The pretty silver card was swiped through the reader and more buttons lit up. He pressed the Turk floor, thirteen.
Cloud finished the cookie and pulled out the cinnamon candy. He stuffed the wrapper in his pocket as the doors dinged open again. The blond strolled out of the elevator and down the hall toward the office that belonged to Reno and Rude. Peeking in, he was disappointed to see the desks empty.
Frowning, Cloud surveyed the hall and surrounding areas. He saw a familiar blond head behind a desk a few doors down. "Elena!"
The blond smiled. "Hey, Cloud. What's up?"
"Out on assignment."
Cloud rolled his eyes. "Now what am I supposed to do?"
Elena laughed, shuffling a stack of papers into a folding binder. "Looking for trouble?"
He flopped into the guest chair across the desk from hers. "I'm bored. Rufus is being a cheap bastard and neglecting me."
"I hardly think he neglects you."
"Fine, but he is cheap."
Elena closed the file and planted her elbows on the desk to support her chin in cupped palms. "Honey," she said, "you're the most spoiled boy-toy in Midgar. Fuck. How about the world? I hardly think he's cheap."
Cloud rolled his eyes. "Don't I know it." He stood up with a sigh. "I guess I'll have to entertain myself. Maybe I should go jack off all day or something."
The blond woman laughed. "Why don't you go watch the SOLDIERs train. That's always exciting. Somebody might get disemboweled."
Cloud wrinkled his nose. "Only you would think that was cool."
She shrugged and put the file under her arm while she picked up a suitcase. "Sorry, kid, but I have a meeting to get to. Talk to you later."
"Bye," Cloud said dejectedly.
He would not go watch those smelly, uncouth, mako and testosterone laden cavemen grunt and swing clubs at each other.
…then of course, there really wasn't anything else to do.
"Who the fuck is that?" Zack had his hands braced on his knees as he panted. Sword training was a bitch when Sephiroth stepped in as instructor.
Kunsel shrugged, taking the same position as Zack and trying to get his breath back. "Isn't that Rufus's little bitch?"
The blond in question was laying on one bleacher benches about half way up the seating complex. His legs were crossed while he stared at the ceiling. Methodically, he tossed a hacky sack in the air and caught it again. He'd been doing that for the last ten minutes. The kid had spent the first twenty he was here watching the training session with a look of distaste and boredom.
"You know," Zack panted, "I think I recognize him from some of the charity events. Ya know, the ones where they parade us around like show dogs or something? He was at a couple of those."
"What's he doing here?"
"Fuck if I know."
A body came rolling their way. It skidded to a stop and the guy groaned.
"AAAAAnd he's out," Kunsel announced.
Sephiroth came over, just as cool and calm as when he first entered the classroom. He sheathed the long, slender blade on the magnetic holder on his back. "Who the fuck is that?" he pointed his chin at the blond laying on the bleachers.
"We were just wondering the same thing," Zack said as he straightened and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Well, let's go find out."
Cloud was a little perturbed when his hacky sack was snatched out of the air. Dammit. He had a rhythm going. The blond crossed his arms and glared at the faces that suddenly appeared above him.
"Give it back, jerks."
The brunet laughed. "What are you going to do about it, little guy?"
The pretty little face was incredulous. "Are you serious? What are you, like, twelve with a bully complex? I wasn't distracting you or in your way or bothering you. Now give. It. Back."
"You have a lot of mouth for someone so small," smirked the guy with silver hair. Cloud thought he should know him. Saphire? Sophie? Sarah?
"Look, I'll just leave if you give it back."
Brunet tossed the sack to Sarah. Another guy laughed. "We just want to know your name kid."
Other Guy snickered. "That's kind of a…girl name isn't it?"
"Considering I like to take it up the ass it's kind of appropriate."
Sarah, Brunet, and Other Guy stopped smiling and looked kind of shocked. Cloud snatched the sack from Sarah before he could get over his momentary surprise. Cloud stood up and pushed past the trio of overgrown bullies to the stairs. He…skipped down them. There was no other name for the kind of…hopping bounce that brought the blond to the bottom of the stairs. He turned around to wave, skipping backward.
"Bye guys. Maybe next time I'll blow ya if you're nice." With that he turned around and left.
"Well, fuck me," Zack said. "The kid has spunk." He smiled. "I like him!"
Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "That is Rufus's little catamite. I've heard the name enough to recognize him now. There's no way you're getting into his pants, Zack. Unless, you somehow have more money than Rufus?"
"Um…he wouldn't settle for my charming demeanor would he?"
Kunsel snorted. "I doubt it."