ardwynna | More Events on an Elevator

Title: Epilogue on an Elevator
Characters: Veld/Tseng, Angeal/Sephiroth/Zack, Rude, Reno
Rating: NC-17
Word Count 364
Sequel to this.

“Know what I like about the older folks, Rude? They’re predictable. They leave all the real running to us and work themselves into a rut. Makes it easy to keep track of them. Nice, isn’t it, Rude? Isn’t it?”

“… I think if Tseng and Veld ever find out that you leave at 9:37 just to see them naked you’ll be wearing cement shoes in Junon Harbor.”

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Tseng had to credit Veld’s imagination. He had never really put much thought into how many things could be done with a tie. Right now, his was serving as a gag and Veld’s made decent binding around Tseng’s wrists. Tseng tested the knots but they held firm.

“Down, boy,” Veld ordered, putting a foot on the back of Tseng’s neck. Tseng turned to see even as he bent low but a warning wrench on his wrists, pulling his shoulders back tight, kept his eyes trained on the door.

Tseng watched the mako haze drift away as the elevator rose to the skies again. He strained his ears for the creak of leather behind him.

Veld liked it this way, with the elevators forever rising and falling, with the changing view and the knowledge that at any moment, the doors could open and expose them both to some over-dedicated personnel. They had been lucky so far, if one did not count the time Reno had passed them in the next car with his hands down his pants.

The elevator bounced to a slow stop at one of the top floors and made an ominous ping. Tseng reared back, fighting his bonds but it was too late. The doors slid open and Tseng was face to face with the wide open, upside-down violet eyes of a young SOLDIER.

“Mph!” the boy said past the glove in his mouth. He writhed a little and only succeeded in twisting his own net of restraining belts.

“Hey,” Veld growled at the General, who was holding the boy off the floor. “Occupied.”

“So I see,” Sephiroth said dryly.

“It’s okay,” Angeal answered beside him, grabbing hold of the belts to hoist the boy up a little higher. “We’ll get the next one.”