Rufus can feel Tseng's fingers slip into the cuts on his hips, his eyes unfocused. There was a fleeting thought that he had lost a lot of blood by now but that doesn't stop him finally giving in to start stroking himself with a hard grasp.

Those two words cut through the haze and it's not just the pain that makes his breath catch. His life belonged to more than just himself, he was a Shinra and that made him more than just a mere person. But he could give a part of himself to Tseng like this, now he had the mark on his stomach that would be theirs along with the cut on Tseng's palm.

"I'm yours, Tseng."