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Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
804
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Job
Chapter 2
In fact, it was hardly a week later when Reno was summoned to Rufus. The Once great President of ShinRa was settled in a wheelchair. His features hidden under cloaks. Not that Reno didn’t know what his body looked like. But Rufus preferred to hide his scars. In the same room, to Reno’s shock, was Vincent.
Rufus, “ Reno... I have an assignment for you. I want you to hunt some creatures and kill them.”
Reno was a bit put off, “ Isn’t monster kill his job?”
Rufus was not one to be questioned even of Reno did it alot, “ This case you will help him. Valentine will tell you the details. “
Vincent nodded to Rufus and proceeded out of the room only to pause long enough to say, “ I’ll meet you at gate 3. “
Reno held his tongue only till Vincent was gone, “ You got to be joking me! “
Rufus accepted a drink of water from elena, “ This is no normal monster hunt. “
Reno, “ I don’t do... “
Rufus, rather impatient, “ You know I’ll reward you. Now get going!”
Reno sighed and left in a sulk. He hated monster hunts! That was for SOLDIER and grunts. Not the best of the best... him. It did get him wondering what would make Rufus send two Turks, even if one was an ex-turk, out to kill monsters. Not long before he found Vincent waiting at the rusty gate doors.
Reno, “ Okay what the hell is up?”
Vincent smirked, “ Just hunting something from ShinRa’s past. “
Reno gives him a puzzled look as Vincent was toying with him, “ Just tell me.”
Vincent, “Several years ago, The late president ShinRa approved of a program that involved taking humans and changing them into supper humans. There were more then one program. One of the projects created a monster so uncontrollable they sealed them away, but the creatures got loose. They only know their need to kill the president of ShinRa even though the old man is long dead. Not seroius threat if done with snipers.”
Reno taken back by this, “ Man that bites... ” All that sounded like too much work.
Vincent snorted, “ We know they will be coming here. We also know they are only dangerous when fighting hand to hand.” then after a puase added, “ I am going to teach you to become a better sniper.”
Reno was rather insulted. True he was more of a brawler with his elector rod but he could use guns too! Okay so he was not he greatest marksman in the world. Sue him!
Reno, “ I don’t need lessons on how to use a gun!”
Vincent pulled a gun out and shot off the buckle from Reno’s pants before the turk could even blink. The motion was flawless.
Vincent, “ Do you?”
Reno hated to admit he was bad in anything, “ Okay okay... Dont’ attack my wardrobe! “
Vincent nods, “ We have a few days before the creatures reach Midgar. We need to use it wisely.”
Reno was not even sure what Vincent would be putting him through. But first thing he did was show Reno how to take apart and put back together different firearms. Insisted he should know how firearms are made before he should even pull a trigger.
Vincent stood before him during the lessons on firing sniper riffles. His aim was on special targets. The ex-Turk’s warm breath hitting his ear ever so gently. One arm across his chest as the clawed gauntlet was not cold and so gentle. His other arm helping correct how he held the rifle. Strange intimacy to be this close to someone. Body so close to his own. Reno proved to be a quick learner.
Vincent, “ You must be able to concentrate no matter what pain you will be in. You must be able to feel the shot before you pull that trigger.”
Reno, “ I can take pain.” Rather cocky of this.
Vincent’s right hand went to rub Reno’s crotch, “ Then I want you to shoot the targets while I distract you.”
Reno froze, “ What?! What are you... “
Vincent, “ Pain and pleasure are equally distracting. It would be in poor taste for me to wound you in practice so I must find an alternative.” Odd playfulness in his voice. “ Or can’t you do it?”
Reno felt himself getting aroused by the touches. “ I can do anything better then you,” tryed to keep his voice from quivering.
Vincent, “ When I say I want you to begin firing. First at the closet target and so on. “
Vincent undid the pants letting them pool around Reno’s ankles. His briefs were the next to follow. Right hand reached down to get a better grip. Fingers grasped and caressed in easy tugs. Reno pressed against him as it was indeed hard to keep up his concentration when someone was jerking him off. But his aim never left the first target. Could feel sweat start to form on his face.
Vincent whispered in a husky voice, “ Begin. “
To actually shot the rifle was different from mere aiming. Each stroke was making his concentration harder to bear. The further the targets the more he needed to be able to concentrate. His breathing was turning harsh. His brain needing oxygen in order to work but all his blood going down to his arousal that was being stroked harder and harder. His aim was lousy on the last shot. By then he was lost to the pleasure as Vincent was mercilessly pumping his cock.
Reno moaned, “ Oh god..... “
Then he came, hardly feeling his hips buck. His semen spilling out over Vincent’s hand. The red head left dazed and panting from this. If not for Vincent, Reno would have fallen down.
Vincent, “ If you were in real pain, you would be a useless by now.”
Reno was indeed left wounded, well his pride. How could anyone go through that and not miss the targets?! That was .. impossible!
Reno, “ Not even you could have done better!”
Vincent looked at Reno cooly, “ I can do it.”
Reno had the impulse to get out his boots becauuse the bullsit was piling, “ I would like to see you try!”
Vincent asked solfty, “ Is that a challenge?”
Reno, “ Yeah!”
Vincent then dropped his pants and choose one of the more basic sniper rifles. meaning there has been to altering to make getting the shot easier. His cock was already hard. Rather long in lenght too.
Vincent, “ Suck off me... Its more distracting.”
Reno was in shock again by this man, “ Hey! I am not giving you a blow job!”
Vincent, “ We either do this right or we don’t. You choose.” His reddish eyes glow with annoyacne.
Reno sighed, “ Whatever.... but if you miss one target, you have pay for all my drinks for a month.”
Vincent, “ If I win then you are mine.”
Reno indigant, “ Hey! “
Vincent, “ For a month.” he adds seeing reno wouldn’’t accept forever.
Reno dropped to his knees and began to lick the warm flesh. He could feel Vincent quiver when his tongue brushed over especially sensetive spots. This man was like another other, Reno mentally told himsef, he will fuck up!
Vincent’s breathing increased. Reno began to take in as much as his mouth could hold. Gave as good as he could. Suckled as his head bobbed in steady rhynthm. Reno could tell he was having quite an affect on the Turk. Though to his shock, this was not as unpleasant experience. He was sucking off a fellow man!
The rifle fired in steady pace though. Not once was there hesitation. Infact he got done quicker then Reno did. How inhuman was this man?! Hand held reno’s head in place even after the firing was done. Reno gripped his hips as it was shoved more down and into his throat. This almost made reno gag but he was too proud to throw up when in midst of this challange. Vincent’s moans were indeed soft and beauitful. His hips jerked hard as he came into his mouth. Reno coughing as the hot semen shot down his throat. Vincent let go of his head as he didn’t want to drown him.
Reno didn;t get up right away, as he had to catch his breath. Mainly he didn’t want to look at the targets. He knew there was no misses. But... no there had to be one miss!
Reno turned around slowly to see all three targets were neatly shot. It was as Vincentr claimed. Once again his pride takes a nose dive. But there was no longer room to deny that Vincent was the best sniper he ever met.
Reno, “ How the helll did you do it ?! “
Vincent, “ It takes a while to learn but we don’t have time.”
Reno wipesd his lip. The taste of Vincent still lingering in his mouth. It was a strange salty aftertaste. Reminded him of a drink he once had. But did this mean he was gay? Oh NO. He liked women... Oh yes he LOVED women. This he mentally chanted to himself during his break.
Reno learned alot in the reamined of the three days. He refused to ever let this man beat hin in another gun game. One thing he refused to think about was how he was going to spend a month being owened by Vincent. It distrurbed him most due to how much part of him looked forward to it. Plus, no one owns Reno. No one.
In fact, it was hardly a week later when Reno was summoned to Rufus. The Once great President of ShinRa was settled in a wheelchair. His features hidden under cloaks. Not that Reno didn’t know what his body looked like. But Rufus preferred to hide his scars. In the same room, to Reno’s shock, was Vincent.
Rufus, “ Reno... I have an assignment for you. I want you to hunt some creatures and kill them.”
Reno was a bit put off, “ Isn’t monster kill his job?”
Rufus was not one to be questioned even of Reno did it alot, “ This case you will help him. Valentine will tell you the details. “
Vincent nodded to Rufus and proceeded out of the room only to pause long enough to say, “ I’ll meet you at gate 3. “
Reno held his tongue only till Vincent was gone, “ You got to be joking me! “
Rufus accepted a drink of water from elena, “ This is no normal monster hunt. “
Reno, “ I don’t do... “
Rufus, rather impatient, “ You know I’ll reward you. Now get going!”
Reno sighed and left in a sulk. He hated monster hunts! That was for SOLDIER and grunts. Not the best of the best... him. It did get him wondering what would make Rufus send two Turks, even if one was an ex-turk, out to kill monsters. Not long before he found Vincent waiting at the rusty gate doors.
Reno, “ Okay what the hell is up?”
Vincent smirked, “ Just hunting something from ShinRa’s past. “
Reno gives him a puzzled look as Vincent was toying with him, “ Just tell me.”
Vincent, “Several years ago, The late president ShinRa approved of a program that involved taking humans and changing them into supper humans. There were more then one program. One of the projects created a monster so uncontrollable they sealed them away, but the creatures got loose. They only know their need to kill the president of ShinRa even though the old man is long dead. Not seroius threat if done with snipers.”
Reno taken back by this, “ Man that bites... ” All that sounded like too much work.
Vincent snorted, “ We know they will be coming here. We also know they are only dangerous when fighting hand to hand.” then after a puase added, “ I am going to teach you to become a better sniper.”
Reno was rather insulted. True he was more of a brawler with his elector rod but he could use guns too! Okay so he was not he greatest marksman in the world. Sue him!
Reno, “ I don’t need lessons on how to use a gun!”
Vincent pulled a gun out and shot off the buckle from Reno’s pants before the turk could even blink. The motion was flawless.
Vincent, “ Do you?”
Reno hated to admit he was bad in anything, “ Okay okay... Dont’ attack my wardrobe! “
Vincent nods, “ We have a few days before the creatures reach Midgar. We need to use it wisely.”
Reno was not even sure what Vincent would be putting him through. But first thing he did was show Reno how to take apart and put back together different firearms. Insisted he should know how firearms are made before he should even pull a trigger.
Vincent stood before him during the lessons on firing sniper riffles. His aim was on special targets. The ex-Turk’s warm breath hitting his ear ever so gently. One arm across his chest as the clawed gauntlet was not cold and so gentle. His other arm helping correct how he held the rifle. Strange intimacy to be this close to someone. Body so close to his own. Reno proved to be a quick learner.
Vincent, “ You must be able to concentrate no matter what pain you will be in. You must be able to feel the shot before you pull that trigger.”
Reno, “ I can take pain.” Rather cocky of this.
Vincent’s right hand went to rub Reno’s crotch, “ Then I want you to shoot the targets while I distract you.”
Reno froze, “ What?! What are you... “
Vincent, “ Pain and pleasure are equally distracting. It would be in poor taste for me to wound you in practice so I must find an alternative.” Odd playfulness in his voice. “ Or can’t you do it?”
Reno felt himself getting aroused by the touches. “ I can do anything better then you,” tryed to keep his voice from quivering.
Vincent, “ When I say I want you to begin firing. First at the closet target and so on. “
Vincent undid the pants letting them pool around Reno’s ankles. His briefs were the next to follow. Right hand reached down to get a better grip. Fingers grasped and caressed in easy tugs. Reno pressed against him as it was indeed hard to keep up his concentration when someone was jerking him off. But his aim never left the first target. Could feel sweat start to form on his face.
Vincent whispered in a husky voice, “ Begin. “
To actually shot the rifle was different from mere aiming. Each stroke was making his concentration harder to bear. The further the targets the more he needed to be able to concentrate. His breathing was turning harsh. His brain needing oxygen in order to work but all his blood going down to his arousal that was being stroked harder and harder. His aim was lousy on the last shot. By then he was lost to the pleasure as Vincent was mercilessly pumping his cock.
Reno moaned, “ Oh god..... “
Then he came, hardly feeling his hips buck. His semen spilling out over Vincent’s hand. The red head left dazed and panting from this. If not for Vincent, Reno would have fallen down.
Vincent, “ If you were in real pain, you would be a useless by now.”
Reno was indeed left wounded, well his pride. How could anyone go through that and not miss the targets?! That was .. impossible!
Reno, “ Not even you could have done better!”
Vincent looked at Reno cooly, “ I can do it.”
Reno had the impulse to get out his boots becauuse the bullsit was piling, “ I would like to see you try!”
Vincent asked solfty, “ Is that a challenge?”
Reno, “ Yeah!”
Vincent then dropped his pants and choose one of the more basic sniper rifles. meaning there has been to altering to make getting the shot easier. His cock was already hard. Rather long in lenght too.
Vincent, “ Suck off me... Its more distracting.”
Reno was in shock again by this man, “ Hey! I am not giving you a blow job!”
Vincent, “ We either do this right or we don’t. You choose.” His reddish eyes glow with annoyacne.
Reno sighed, “ Whatever.... but if you miss one target, you have pay for all my drinks for a month.”
Vincent, “ If I win then you are mine.”
Reno indigant, “ Hey! “
Vincent, “ For a month.” he adds seeing reno wouldn’’t accept forever.
Reno dropped to his knees and began to lick the warm flesh. He could feel Vincent quiver when his tongue brushed over especially sensetive spots. This man was like another other, Reno mentally told himsef, he will fuck up!
Vincent’s breathing increased. Reno began to take in as much as his mouth could hold. Gave as good as he could. Suckled as his head bobbed in steady rhynthm. Reno could tell he was having quite an affect on the Turk. Though to his shock, this was not as unpleasant experience. He was sucking off a fellow man!
The rifle fired in steady pace though. Not once was there hesitation. Infact he got done quicker then Reno did. How inhuman was this man?! Hand held reno’s head in place even after the firing was done. Reno gripped his hips as it was shoved more down and into his throat. This almost made reno gag but he was too proud to throw up when in midst of this challange. Vincent’s moans were indeed soft and beauitful. His hips jerked hard as he came into his mouth. Reno coughing as the hot semen shot down his throat. Vincent let go of his head as he didn’t want to drown him.
Reno didn;t get up right away, as he had to catch his breath. Mainly he didn’t want to look at the targets. He knew there was no misses. But... no there had to be one miss!
Reno turned around slowly to see all three targets were neatly shot. It was as Vincentr claimed. Once again his pride takes a nose dive. But there was no longer room to deny that Vincent was the best sniper he ever met.
Reno, “ How the helll did you do it ?! “
Vincent, “ It takes a while to learn but we don’t have time.”
Reno wipesd his lip. The taste of Vincent still lingering in his mouth. It was a strange salty aftertaste. Reminded him of a drink he once had. But did this mean he was gay? Oh NO. He liked women... Oh yes he LOVED women. This he mentally chanted to himself during his break.
Reno learned alot in the reamined of the three days. He refused to ever let this man beat hin in another gun game. One thing he refused to think about was how he was going to spend a month being owened by Vincent. It distrurbed him most due to how much part of him looked forward to it. Plus, no one owns Reno. No one.