Tribute to a Turk

Tribute to a Turk

Vincent Valentine, former Turk, stood outside the cold old house with nothing but cold disgust on his face. He looked down at his cell phone. The address was correct. He shifted his weight and the package under his arm made a shifting noise. There was something inside the two-foot long box that Shinra wanted, and he was to give it to them.

“Reno…” Vincent said softly, but he slumped at this. To be honest he had no respect for the red-haired Turk. Reno was much to bold, too cocky… AND he had no respect for people’s boundaries and morals.

Vincent listened to the clicking noises he made as he walked, for not only was he wearing gold colored pointy metal shoes, but a metal claw. He also sported a large red cape, black shirt and pants, with several buckles and belts across the pair. At his hip there was a long gun buckled to his thigh, secured by a series of straps. His hair was long and black, cut at varying lengths, with sweeping bangs that almost covered half of his face and deep red eyes.

Vincent arrived in front of the building quickly, and he looked up its tall, overbearing sides. Scoffing slightly, he bent his knees and sprung into the air. The jump took him farther then any normal human. That was all thanks to the experimentation he was forced through by Hojo… that was a tale that he would never tell. And so, soaring through the air, he looked like a great bird flying through the air. He landed expertly on the roof, and took in the surroundings. There were antennas and ventilations shafts around him, they looked safe enough, but Vincent knew they were booby-trapped. He heard the greeting before he saw the cocky red-head. “Yo, Valentine.” The masculine voice purred.

Vincent turned slowly, his hand at his gun, ready to be drawn. “Reno.” He said in reply. “The delivery you were waiting for.” He held out the two-foot box.

Reno looked briefly at the package then back at Vincent. “This is the first time that we’ve been alone for ten years and all you can talk about is business?”

Vincent stopped and looked over at Reno with a confused expression on his face, “What are you talking about?” He pushed the box back under his arm and looked around, realizing that it was just Reno alone. “Where’s your partner, Rude?”

“Poor guy was lost to an attack on our northern most bunker. He’s dead, yo.” Reno stepped forward, coming close to Vincent; he was almost arms length when he stopped. Reno’s hands were in his pockets in the boyish way he held himself. His red hair was spiked back, similar to Cloud’s but longer in length and tied back in a ponytail that ran down his spine. His green eyes were complimented by the red markings along his cheekbones and the goggles over his hair. His loose business suit was a simple white button up shirt with a black cotton blazer and a pair of comfortable black pants.

“I’m sorry.” Vincent said, his voice devoid of emotion, though he really did feel sorry for Reno, for Reno and Rude were well known lovers.

“Its no big deal.” Reno shrugged, “Let’s just get down to business, yo.” Vincent answered by setting the box down and cutting it open with his claw hand. Reno drew over Vincent’s shoulder, looking down at Vincent’s work.

“Mako technology?” Reno said, “Thought you guys didn’t like that shit. Or do you finally remember when we worked together?” And in answer to that, Vincent Valentine drew his gun quickly, aimed at Reno’s head.

“Piss off.” Vincent growled. But Reno just moved forward, getting closer and closer.

“Don’t you remember Valentine?” He said, his voice soft and husky. “Please tell me you just remember that night?”

“What are you talking about?” Vincent demanded.

Reno sighed, pushed his hands through his bangs, then grabbed Vincent’s arm and kissed him on the lips. Vincent, so surprised, felt numb as Reno pulled the gun from his fingers and let it clatter to the floor. Reno wrapped his hands around Vincent’s shoulders and held him close, his tongue moving into Vincent’s mouth. “What…what are you doing?” He panted, panicked.

“Helping you remember.” Reno said, and Vincent clutched the redhead’s lower back, unexplained tears falling from his eyes.

“Why do I feel this way?” Vincent asked, breathless.

“No more questions.” Reno said, and unbuckled Vincent’s cape, it fluttering softly to the ground. Removing Vincent’s claw with extreme care, Reno kissed the human fingers on that hand. He ground his hips again Vincent’s, who was beginning to moan.

“Reno… the delievery...” Vincent said. The redhead continued to work upon Vincent’s body, unbuckling the shirt and throwing it open, Reno’s mouth trailed down to Vincent’s nipple. With one hand he rubbed and massaged the nipple, while he sucked on the other with his teeth and mouth.

Reno looked up angrily, “No talking about that.” Vincent shut his mouth quickly, his lips pressed tightly together. Reno growled, and ran his hands first up, then down Vincent’s legs, running his palms smoothly over the other’s butt. He pressed his lips against Vincent’s mouth and sucked on Vincent tongue. Vincent moaned as best as he could, desperately wanting the feelings Reno was providing him with. His head leaned forward, as his stomach curled away. Vincent’s lips were now involved with the actions, contributing to the mounting desire that was in the air.

Suddenly, Reno moved away from Vincent. Vincent grabbed at air, desperately wanting to continue to embrace his lover. But Reno pushed Vincent down, so his back was on the ground, his legs tangled together. Luckily, Vincent fell on his cape that had been removed with his shirt. He looked so helpless, shirtless on the red splatter of fabric. Reno crawled over the dark man, moving slowly over the ground, like a giant human cat.

“Be mine, Valentine.” He whispered huskily, pulling down the other’s zipper with his face at the level of Vincent’s.

“I’m yours.” Vincent moaned and pushed his hips against Reno’s hand, eager to feel more of his touch. He moaned.

Oddly, Reno had no objections to these vocalizations of Vincent. In fact, he encouraged them, and reached down Vincent’s pants stroking and touching his member. With his other hand, he pulled his pants and boxers down all the way. Eager to please the other, Vincent kicked off the pants, and touched Reno’s face. Reno’s lips met Vincent’s again, and their tongues moved in and out, lips pressed together. Pressing his thumb on the tip of Vincent’s member, Vincent let out a cry of pure pleasure. Wiggling his thumb around on top of the tip, Vincent began to gasp heavily. His erection was leaking with the precum and he was ready for release very soon.

“Go down on me Valentine.” Reno said, sitting back on his butt to allow Vincent a better access. Vincent, red eyes flooded with pleasure, moved over the other’s body on all fours. He lay down on Reno’s body, ass in the air and bent over his bulging crotch. Unbuttoning and unzipping the pants, Vincent pulled down the boxer waistline. He did not know it, but the whole time, his fingers had brushed against Reno’s erection, causing more pleasure in him then he could imagine. As Vincent saw the other’s bulging erection, he began to blush, and then closed his lips over the other’s large head. He tasted salt like sweat and brought his mouth further along the other’s shaft. Vincent arched his back, so that he could take all of Reno in. He deep throated him, and began to suck on the member, moving both his tongue and lips to create the most pleasure.

Reno groaned with all the lust running through his body, and his hips buckled against the other’s lips, desperately. Willing himself to regain control, Reno licked his fingers till they were full of saliva. The he pressed first one, then two fingers into Vincent’s exposed anus. Vincent cried out in pain, withdrawing his mouth from Reno’s penis. “S-stop!” He exclaimed, trying to pull Reno’s hand out with his own. But Reno captured both of Vincent’s wrists with one of his own, and held them high above Vincent’s head. Vincent’s back was on the ground once again, and he squirmed with the other’s fingers in his body. “Aah…” Vincent screamed and moved down against Reno’s hand as he brushed Vincent’s prostate.

Reno withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his fully erected member, thrusting deep inside Vincent. He cried out again, eyes opening wildly, as he felt his whole body in pain and pleasure. “R-Reno.” Vincent cried, moving his hips against Reno’s body. He needed release, needed to escape the pain, but he wanted more. Reno released Vincent’s wrists, and Vincent’s hands went down to his own member, and he began to caress himself. This turned Reno on more, and he thrust deeper into Vincent, causing him to moan loudly, and clutch the cape with his hands, unable to take the pleasure and pain. Reno smiled, groaning from his own pleasure, and covered Vincent’s hand with his own and helped him jerk off as they both reached climax. “RENO!!” Vincent screamed as he came hard into Reno’s hand, thrusting his hips into Reno’s fist. Hips still moving slightly, Vincent moaned softly, fluttering his eyes closed as he fell into the amazing orgasm. The cum all over Reno’s hand was enough to send him into an orgasm as well, filling Vincent up with his warm white stuff.

He collapsed soon after at Vincent’s side, licking the cum off his hand, as Vincent dozed on. Reno thought of their mission, and of the mission before. He had always been able to control himself before, why was this so different?