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There were very few places in Shinra not under the constant surveillance of security cameras. Your only luck would be to find one of the scarce few locations that fell in a blind spot, but those were incredibly hard to find without being able to look at the security camera feeds themselves. Even rarer was a camera being broken, but the Shinra everyman would have no idea if they were or not. You had no privacy at Shinra, unless you knew where to hide.
Luckily enough, Lazard knew just the man.
“Where the hell are you taking me?”
“Keep quiet.”
Tseng kept his grip on Lazard’s wrist tight as he led him through labyrinthine corridors underneath the Shinra building. Lazard had never descended this low in the building before but it seemed Tseng knew it well enough to barely have to check the sparse signage.
Eventually, Lazard was pulled into a large, but full room, full of metal shelves stacked high with boxes stuffed with files, electronics Lazard was surprised were still kept and stacks of neatly labelled tapes.
“Where the hell are we?” he asked, almost repeating his earlier statement.
“Turks storage. This is where we keep anything relating to Shinra’s security.”
“And why have you dragged me down here?”
Tseng’s finger raised and pointed towards a security camera in the high corner of the wall.
“The only camera in here isn’t working.”
“No working camera in the security room? How ironic.”
“For heaven’s sake, Lazard-” Tseng grabbed the other man by his cravat and pushed him up against a small patch of bare wall, half-hidden between two large shelves. “You know what I’m getting at.”
Lazard smirked and raised an eyebrow.
“I do. But it’s more fun this way.”
With his hand still gripping onto Lazard, Tseng leant forwards and kissed him, Lazard’s hands coming to grab Tseng’s waist, both ending up with a fistful of his suit jacket.
Tseng was warm against Lazard, one gloved hand moving up to rest on his neck, thumb just barely brushing along his jawline. The other came to rest on the small of Lazard’s back, guiding his hips up so the two men were stood flush together, both pressed against the wall.
The thrill of it all sent a bolt of adrenaline through both of them. It was hardly daring, especially considering their line of work, but finally getting a chance to do something like this without having to wait until the end of the day to travel to one of their apartments. It was exciting, private but with the knowledge that anyone could walk in on them at any time, finding them with their hands roaming over each other and lips locked together. Alone, in the dusty storage room, where there was no sound louder than their panted breathing.
“Hey, Rude?”
“What?”
Reno gestured for Rude to look over at the computer screen he was monitoring.
“Did you tell Boss the camera was working again?”
Rude fell silent, staring at the screen, waiting until Reno spoke up.
“You think he knows this is recorded?”