My Road

Disclaimer:

I do not own Final Fantasy 7, It’s original characters, places, etc. Nor do I make any money from this fanfiction. The only things that are mine are my own original added characters. And the situations or new places added to flesh out my own story.

Warnings: Mature content... Poor Reno. AndReno being mystified by having someone more fragile than himself to care for.


My Road

~Chapter 17~


The remaining ride home was awkward for Reno to say the least. He was used to barely getting by, by himself. Only worrying about himself. This child, though only a couple years younger than himself was so innocent compared to Reno, and frail and fragile.


There was a part of Reno that wanted to cling onto the boy and keep him hidden from where they were headed, and the eventual future and suddenness of having to grow up that the boy would face. But also Reno wanted to push it at the same time. Force the kid to grow up fast. He was a pretty boy, soft, fragile like Reno had already thought. The kid would have a sealed fate and Reno needed to harden the boy for reality.


But as they pulled up to the Manor Reno allowed his current mask to take back over and he lifted the kids head and told him to wake up and stand up. Aiden followed Reno by standing as close as he could to Reno’s side while Reno walked.


Reno ignored the stares of his ‘Family’ as he entered the residence. The acrid and pungent smells of this sector no longer bothering him, as he took a deep breath and told Aiden to wait for him directly there outside of Son’s office and Reno gave a slight knock before casually walking in.


He was met with a glare that only Son could pull off. The more Reno knew of the man the more Reno figured out that he was a spoiled rotten person. He wanted people to listen to him, things went his way. Or else. But he also had a certain darkness about him, a talent of sorts, it kept Reno wary and on his toes when he was in his presence.


He knew how Son would react. But he told the man the whole story of the day’s happenings anyway. And by some grace the man agreed to allow Reno to have his way, perhaps in kindness? Reno wondered. Or perhaps out of some other personal and selfish desire.


Reno got his answer to the unspoken question when Son stood up from his desk. Then walked around towards Reno and instructed the young man to lock the door.


Reno cringed inwardly; Son had been doing this recently. Using him, though the man swore he never touched the ‘kids’ it was a different thing to share passion with ‘family’, or so that was how he explained his recent obsession with Reno.


Son came towards as Reno tipped his head down to stare at the worn out floorboards in front of his feet. There were no words exchanged now. Son simply reached up allowing his finger to touch along Reno’s chiseled jaw line and then down his neck. Son circled around Reno and gently removed the young man’s overcoat, setting across the back of the chair that sat in front of his desk.


Reno closed his eyes as son reached around him from behind and trailed his hands down Reno’s arms to grasp his hands. Son led one of Reno’s hands to the front of his own pants hinting at what to do. Reno took the hint and began to touch himself through the fabric of his pants. He moved his hand slowly rubbing himself till he was hard and bulging against the fabric of his pants, meanwhile the older man hung over his shoulder touching his sides gently and coaxingly.


Still, no words were exchanged. Son tugged his finger under the back edge of Reno’s pants as his next cue. Reno quickly undid the fastening on the front and lowered the pants. Son gently pushed on Reno’s back so that he would bend over in front of the desk.


Reno closed his eyes. This is all he’d ever know. This was his past, his present… and most likely the future. How he thought he’d outrun a fate like this he’d never know. It had only been as he’d grown in trust and hierarchy within the ‘family’ had Son taken the next step… but not before being ‘tested’ out by, first Jo… but that was just the beginning. The beginning of humiliation and pain and ‘training’ for Reno. He truly had sold his soul…


He hadn’t heard the man open himself up or even felt him begin to touch Reno. But after the initial touch, Reno felt what was next. As the man plunged himself deep into Reno’s only barely healed opening. Reno bit back a small cry. No matter how many times this happened the pain would hit. But sometimes… Sometimes pleasure would override the pain. Maybe Son was in a kind mood.


Son watched as he pounded into Reno. The silent battle the boy had with himself was worth the pleasure EVERY time, Son had backed out on one of his highest quality’s when he’d begun taking the boy. But he BELONGED to him, and wouldn’t be leaving any time soon, unless it was through HIS hand.


He liked to watch as the reddened and still swollen entrance swallowed his cock… The way that Reno’s muscles would quiver on the inside, as if they were trying to decide whether to clamp down on the intruder in resistance, or relax and take in more greedily. He knew Reno loved when he could receive pleasure, and not just pain. He was like the child that he could not allow himself to be, in the sense that he took the occasional pleasure as a major reward for his deeds.


Son took pity on him and sped his pace up shifting his angle as he surged his hips forward thrusting himself fully into the boy each time, rocking on the balls of his feet. He heard Reno gasp as he rocked against a deep seated and sensitive spot for the boy. He grabbed Reno’s hand again and urged him to touch himself.


Reno felt the shift and couldn’t bite back a slight gasp. The overwhelming thrill was too much, his body never knew this sort of pain and pleasure in this exact way. He felt Son reach for his hand urging him back to touching himself. Reno could have cried in happiness. He gripped himself firmly his blossoming manhood was still growing but was much more substantial since he’d come to this new path on his road in life. He arched his back slightly as he rubbed his throbbing erection firmly, in time with Son’s thrusts. He opened his mouth and swallowed back the urge to moan as he came suddenly without warning. The pleasure not consistent made his own peaks, sporadic.


Son felt the boy’s peak and rode it out waiting till he was done to bite his fingers into the lean and still developing, thin hips, and began to slam into the boy heartlessly, still taking care not to dishevel his appearance. He tore into Reno ruthlessly causing the boy to dig his own hands both into the edge of the desk.


Reno gritted his teeth, he could feel the man tearing him, he seemed harsher every time. But Reno knew if he tried hard enough he could focus on something other than the pain, he just needed to tell himself it will all be over soon. And just as Reno tried to grasp onto something brighter in his minds eyes the man behind him grunted a low growling tone and slammed into him harder one more time before the grip relaxed on his hips and Son pulled away as silently as he’d come up to him. Turning to face the door as he adjusted himself and waited for Reno to fix himself.


Reno wouldn’t show any pain or discomfort he’d come here for a reason, and considering the state he was in he needed to gather himself and put on a mask to get through this next already stressful subject in his mind. He covered himself again and turned to where Son was, behind him with a face showing no emotion.


“Son, Sir, What are your conditions for me to be able to raise and train this boy?” He knew that Son never granted requests to anything with a hitch, granted it was certainly better than some alternatives, it still made for some sad realizations if a person didn’t prepare themselves for the eventual ‘but’s’ and ‘if’s’ that were sure to come.


Son turned his head and arched a dark eyebrow. He looked Reno over from head to toe. The boy looked tired and worn. He couldn’t have that if the boy would be of good use in their family now could he. “Reno, I’ll tell you what. You take care of yourself and manage to get yourself in a position to take over for Jo, and I’ll not leave any restrictions on that boy of yours. Withholding of course, that he must make us an income by two years from now. In other words, train him, raise him, do whatever you see fit…” the dark eyebrow raised again and the look in Son’s eyes showed a bit of a mock to Reno. “But you prove yourself good enough for the job I need from you… and I don’t care. That sound good my brother?” He ended with a smirk.


Reno’s mouth was open in shock. The words that had tumbled from Son’s mouth had shocked him, slightkly angered him as well, but mainly shocked him. Then… Brother!? He could be considered an equal? As very few of his closest and most trusted men were. Wait… “Jo… he’s..?”


“His holding on the job has been terminated. I am looking for the next person I see as holding the most potential… to fill his spot in our family. And that person is you Reno. In a very short time you have earned my respect in your ability’s and even in your chances at leading your own ventures. With the exception of your ‘Stray’ today… you have done well. Can I expect to see more of the same quality out of you?”


Reno kept his features as smooth as possible. But managed a nod in agreement.


“Very good then. We will be expanding a bit, very soon. But this new adventure will call for you having to begin working above plate as well. If you can handle that… I will leave you to attend to your ‘Stray’ and then tomorrow we will begin discussing our ‘Problems’ not only do we have new movement from the ‘Poachers’ but we are also detecting new interest being formed by the Turks. We will have to act swiftly to keep this from going out of hand in the near future. If you can be back tomorrow before 1st mark you are dismissed for today Reno.”


Reno didn’t realize he’d been silently smiling but when he turned to leave the office Son couldn’t help but allow a slight grin on his own features. Reno was easily trained, he had many good talents for this family. But Son knew that it took some humiliation for the boy and some fine control to keep him from getting too many independent thoughts. The boy had serious potential. But Son needed that to be used for him… not someone else. He couldn’t afford to lose Reno. Maybe by giving him full control of his new toy, he’d be assured Reno’s cooperation in these new matters.


Reno walked out of the office making sure to close the door as he left. He looked to the left of the door. Aiden sat curled up in a tight ball on the floor next to the door. He looked like a horde of monsters had come after him. His little frame was shaking and his eyes were tightly shut as he gripped his knees to his chest.


Reno felt his chest tighten. Why though? How many countless, and innocent kids had he picked up, almost as young if not younger than this boy. Handed them without a second thought over to wherever they need to be sent, whether to be trained, or simple sold as is. To jobs, to users, to other agency’s even. Why was this little boy different? Reno looked around, the hallway was silent. No one in sight.


He shifted on his feet not sure what to do. As he shifted he felt the cum leaking out of his battered hole and felt slight shame though it caused a shiver to run up his spine at the memory of his own pleasure this time. He didn’t want Aiden to feel like this. Wait, why was he thinking this way, it would be inevitable, he looked at the beautiful soft mocha colored strands of hair on the boys head. He was so pretty.


Reno leaned down and fingered a few of the strands back from the boys face as he sat trembling. Reno’s heart warmed as those tightly closed eyes opened quickly to look up with hazel filled fear into his own sea colored crystal like eyes. The fear waned and the boy lunged to his feet to throw his arms around Reno’s lowered neck as he’d bent over the boy.


“You came back, sir.” Was a meek and mild voice in Reno’s ear, barely audible in its hesitancy.


Reno’s eyes widened. The boy thought he’d left him alone as well. No wonder the kid was scared. He didn’t have a clue. He’d been raised by a loving mother and been kept safe under her care far longer than Reno had known sheltering love of a mothers arms.


“Yo, kid..” Reno replied as soft as he knew how. “Its Reno… call me Reno. Let’s get you to my room, you need some rest. You’re safe for now kid.” It was all Reno knew to say. He wasn’t used to sheltering someone else. Even kit had cared for himself practically from the start.


The kid relaxed against Reno’s neck and rested his head on Reno’s shoulder so as Reno lifted it only felt natural to pick the kid up and wrap his legs around Reno’s hips. For only being two years his junior Aiden felt like weightless nothing to Reno. He stroked the kid’s hair gently as the boy relaxed more against Reno as he started walking towards his own room. Reno knew no one was in the halls. So he didn’t feel any shame to be carrying Aiden.


He got to his door and slid Aiden down to stand next to him. Aiden clung to his side and wrapped his arms around Reno’s middle. He made it difficult for Reno to find his key that he’d been entrusted with once he’d moved up the ranks a bit in this ‘family’ and had the privilege of privacy when they were at the Manor. But eventually Reno made his way in the dimly lighted room that had been his from the very first day. Only as he turned his back and relocked the door from the inside did Aiden relax a bit at his side.


There was a chirp from the foot of the bed and Kit came bounding down off of the ratty blanket that had been Reno’s since childhood. Reno grinned widely “Kit… com’ere Yo!” He reached out and grabbed the giant feline around the neck and buried his face in the Cuahl’s neck. His friend made a pert-like sound and looked brightly at the corner behind Reno next to the door and chirped again.


Reno suddenly realized the slip up. He turned around to see Aiden’s eyes wide with fear and terror staring at Reno as if he feared the older boy would be eaten.


“Aiden!?” Reno called suddenly and softly. “It’s ok… Meet my friend… now he’l be your friend too. This here is Kit Yo!” He reached a hand beckoningly towards the more frail boy.


Aidens eyes widened more if that was possible and the shift from fear to admiration was enormous. The boys brilliant hazel gaze stayed on Reno’s in a worship-like trance, then slowly slid over the fully grown Cuahl.


A soft voice came again. “He’s beautiful!...”

~~~End Chapter~~~

A/N: More to come. Finally getting back into a good groove.


Ohh… watch Moonchild if you like Gackt, Hyde, or tasteful and beautiful Vampire movies! BEAUTIFUL!!! Love it!.... sorry couldn’t resist mentioning it!


And thank you so much to those of you that have read My Road… and have left reviews!!! *hugs* to you all. It makes me so happy when I read what you have to say! Thank you *bows*