Rufus gasps as Tseng's mouth finds one of his nipples but he pauses as he feels Tseng's hand on his throat. He doesn't flinch but the memory of steel is still fresh in his mind. But Tseng's touch is soothing and he feels the warmth as the thin red line heals under his touch. He watches Tseng's expression, how dark his eyes are when he looks at his throat. He doesn't have the words to tell Tseng that he had done it to himself more than anything just to push his own morality once more.

He realizes the look in his eyes and decides that he doesn't need to tell Tseng after all. The anger isn't directed at him but it seems it doesn't matter right now. He lets Tseng push him down on the bed, willing to accept his punishment.

He can't promise he won't do it again. There is something about feeling cool steel at his neck or standing on the edge of the building that is intoxicating. It's the same feeling he gets now as he looks up at Tseng.