Blood Dreams of Jenova
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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3
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Blood Fetish
*This is part two of three in “Blood Dreams of Jenova.” This section is strictly smut and yoai, and is the only chapter that really has it (though this is the direct bulk of the story here). If you skipped, don’t wonder how Reno gets in these crazy situations, just enjoy ^_^*
Part Two: Blood Fetish
Reno awoke thirsty and in an uncomfortable position. He tried to scratch his nose but found that his hands were bound above and behind his head. A pang of panic struck him when her realized he was stretched in an awkward stance across a leather cushion wedged into his back, causing his bony chest to jut out shamelessly. His knees were bound to the floor and a head harness made his attempts to look around very limited. Nakedness. He was naked. What the hell…?!
“So tell me, how many of those scars are from actual battle and how many are self inflicted?”
Reno jerked his head at the sound of the familiar voice. The stranger who wreaked havoc on ShinRa Inc.: Sephiroth.
Reno felt the blood rush to his face in anger and shame. These were his scars that no one was allowed to see but him. His high was gone, and the reality struck him. His head went into military mode and clamped his mouth shut. Torture? He could handle that.
Sephiroth actually did laugh this time, approaching the poor wretch shirtless, armed with that impossibly long murasame again. “Reno, I didn’t bring you here for political reasons.”
“You… you know my name… you’re in my head…” Reno managed through a dry and swollen tongue. Sephiroth gently cupped his smooth chin and slowly fed him water from a stone bowl. It smelled like the rest of the darkened chamber: rock and Mako. After Reno had his fill Sephiroth gave him a hard smack in the mouth with the painful dish.
“FUCK!” Reno cursed loudly, then spat blood. It was running down the corner of his lip now. He blushed from the humility while his cock stirred from the hot pain on his mouth. The bastard would see his secret … and exploit it. “Was that necessary?!”
Sephiroth observed carefully and saw, but made no move to exploit just yet. “You’re so much different than the poor fools who come here for my mother.”
“So you get your sick kicks from those freaks in black?” Reno demanded, in control despite the submissive bind he was in. “I’ve enjoyed your little bondage camp enough, you can untie me now!”
Sephiroth whipped the murasame about so fast Reno could only try and duck his head close to his body and brood from the cut Sephiroth had left across the right cheek. The sword came about again and knocked Reno’s head back in the other direction, leaving an identical slice on the left cheek. His body visibly shuddered when his blood trickled down his neck. A reproachful expression crossed his pretty face when Reno realized how hard he had become. Sephiroth was tormenting him with his own blood and pain on purpose.
“Fuck you…” he mumbled miserably.
“What was that?” Sephiroth asked coyly.
“I said FUCK YOU, FUCKER!!!” Reno screamed, struggling in his restraints. His chest was as far out as it could be pushed, so only a straining of the arms and the wild thrashing side to side satisfied the urge for escape, to no avail.
“You’re so intense, Reno… interesting…” Sephiroth mused, gently licking the blood off of the murasame. Reno could barely watch that without nearly exploding in longing. It made him hate the man before him.
“Do it again, jack ass! I dare you!” Reno cried in frustration. “Cut me into a million pieces, bastard, you know I’ll just laugh!”
Sephiroth made a threatening gesture with the sword. “Quiet!” he ordered, pointing the blade just below Reno’s bellybutton and just above the wet tip of his throbbing sex. Reno sucked in breath through his teeth in anticipation. Despite the desperate need to be free, he was dying to feel the penetration of the blade to flesh and the sharp sweet sting of pain. “You masochist,” Sephiroth mocked, then began to give a shallow incision traveling from the bellybutton to between the collarbone, moving with taunting and painful slowness.
Reno lolled his head back and let out a wanting groan. He was as hard as he could be. The blood on the chest swelled from the trauma, but the wound was so shallow there wasn’t a drop out of place. The perfect cut, given to him not by himself, but this master of sadism. Hatred suddenly mingled with respect and even worship of this rare talent.
“I’m gonna fuck you…” he heard himself say in a daze.
“Are you?” Sephiroth asked in that amused tone.
“Yeah, you’re gonna suck my dick like the bitch you are and then I’m gonna fuck your back door wide open,” Reno threatened with a pounding heart. His gay ventures were limited to a drunken kiss planted on an unsuspecting Reeves at a random party, and he knew that this was just a complete bluff on his part. Not like he could do much in this position anyway.
“Oh Reno…” Sephiroth chuckled sultrily. “I’ll humor you for the moment. Try not to come.”
It was a blessed relief when his throbbing cock was at last acknowledged by Sephiroth’s warm and wet mouth. Reno half moaned and half laughed in the intense pleasure following that long agonizing period of anticipation. Sephiroth’s tongue was probing the underside of the urethra and caused shudders and goosebumps to convulse through Reno. No woman could find that spot.
He looked down the best he could to see Sephiroth looking back up at him with those eerie eyes, slowly withdrawing his mouth from his sex, slick and shiny from Sephiroth’s attentions, only to be swallowed whole again by that elegant mouth. Reno was on the brink, ready to reach out and touch that blinding zone of the intensity accompanying release. Just a little more… let me get there… god…!
Reno didn’t give any vocal warning when he came deep down Sephiroth’s throat. He jerked back suddenly, which gave Reno a cruel smile. It was a small piece of revenge for putting him in this humiliating device.
Sephiroth spat it out and grabbed Reno’s hair through the head harness to bring the man nose to nose. Reno winced. He never liked having his hair pulled. “I never said you could come,” Sephiroth told him coldly. He kicked the cushion under his back out and it swiveled wildly, attached to some mysterious playground of bondage devices. The sudden release made Reno realize how sore he was from it when he slouched.
Sephiroth undid whatever held Reno’s hands up and behind his head. Reno fell forward to his elbows, wrists still bound together and knees still bound to the floor. The blood on his face and neck was sticky now and make it feel weird to move. It felt good to have a small amount of freedom though.
“You disobeyed me, Reno,” Sephiroth’s voice said quietly from behind him. “I thought you might have guessed that would have been a bad idea. And now you will be paying for your little discrepancy.”
Reno felt Sephiroth’s hands on his ass and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. His dignity wouldn’t allow for this! “Don’t you fucking dare!” he shouted desperately, fighting the leg restraints. He thrashed again, effectively making a collision with his elbows dangerous.
“Siddown!” Sephiroth ordered firmly, giving a hard punch to the side of Reno’s jaw. Reno slammed forward, grimacing. That had reopened the wound on his lip and he was bleeding again. A drop landed on his arm as he held his head and cringed. His blood. No, no… don’t get hard again…
Sephiroth’s hands were feeling his ass again, which both horrified and aroused Reno. He would have never allowed for this of his own free will, why was he getting so hard again??
“Fuck!” Reno squawked when Sephiroth began to explore his quivering and tightly closed ass hole with gentle fingers. “Come on man, knock it off! Leave my ass outta this! I don’t care how you get off, just don’t do it there!”
“You don’t strike me as the begging type, Reno,” Sephiroth said icily. The disdain in his voice almost struck a chord of guilt in Reno. It was a strange combination with the mix of hate and admiration seething inside of him. Reno calmed with the statement, though he was still quivering and tense.
“Relax,” Sephiroth ordered. Having no other choice, Reno did the best he could and prayed for a premature ejaculation. He concentrated on the flecks of red on his arm from his mouth and gritted his teeth when he felt the slick head of Sephiroth’s incredibly hard cock rub in a circular motion at the entrance of his ass.
The sensation was surprisingly sexy, and Reno found himself unclenching his teeth and allowing Sephiroth to enter the very first inch or so. It wasn’t so bad, with the sultry mysterious stranger fucking very slowly and easily.
Just when Reno was getting used to the foreign notion and started to let himself get hard again, Sephiroth gave a sharp thrust all the way inside Reno’s tight virgin passage. “GodDAMN!” Reno cried, squeezing his eyes shut. He saw stars. It had been painful, but Sephiroth had hit something inside of him that he felt from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. It sprang to life below him as Sephiroth fucked him hard and fast. Reno moaned—it was the precise amount of pain and pleasure to turn him on. Not the subtlety of a blade, but so human and intimate… this pain was paradise.
Sephiroth was stroking his balls in time with each thrust, which was just the friction Reno needed to come again. This time a curse erupted from him as he released again, Sephiroth soon after.
Reno curled himself into a fetal position as best he could given the restraints and shivered. Hate, hate, hate, grovel, grovel, grovel! You bastard, you made me come twice in your sadistic little games and goddammit you made me love every minute of it!
“Dammit! I hate you!” he cried hoarsely.
Sephiroth released the knee restraints and pulled Reno into his arms gently by the head harness’ leash. It was intimate, but not loving. “That’s why you have red hair, Reno. You’re a blood-lover, and the Planet marked you as such. You feel everything or nothing. Don’t hate me, hate yourself.”
Sephiroth pushed him forward but Reno didn’t hit the floor. He kept falling and falling into that oblivion of dreamlessness that had brought him here. A black and warm bubble of comatose cradled him in an embrace that Sephiroth could not offer.
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Part Two: Blood Fetish
Reno awoke thirsty and in an uncomfortable position. He tried to scratch his nose but found that his hands were bound above and behind his head. A pang of panic struck him when her realized he was stretched in an awkward stance across a leather cushion wedged into his back, causing his bony chest to jut out shamelessly. His knees were bound to the floor and a head harness made his attempts to look around very limited. Nakedness. He was naked. What the hell…?!
“So tell me, how many of those scars are from actual battle and how many are self inflicted?”
Reno jerked his head at the sound of the familiar voice. The stranger who wreaked havoc on ShinRa Inc.: Sephiroth.
Reno felt the blood rush to his face in anger and shame. These were his scars that no one was allowed to see but him. His high was gone, and the reality struck him. His head went into military mode and clamped his mouth shut. Torture? He could handle that.
Sephiroth actually did laugh this time, approaching the poor wretch shirtless, armed with that impossibly long murasame again. “Reno, I didn’t bring you here for political reasons.”
“You… you know my name… you’re in my head…” Reno managed through a dry and swollen tongue. Sephiroth gently cupped his smooth chin and slowly fed him water from a stone bowl. It smelled like the rest of the darkened chamber: rock and Mako. After Reno had his fill Sephiroth gave him a hard smack in the mouth with the painful dish.
“FUCK!” Reno cursed loudly, then spat blood. It was running down the corner of his lip now. He blushed from the humility while his cock stirred from the hot pain on his mouth. The bastard would see his secret … and exploit it. “Was that necessary?!”
Sephiroth observed carefully and saw, but made no move to exploit just yet. “You’re so much different than the poor fools who come here for my mother.”
“So you get your sick kicks from those freaks in black?” Reno demanded, in control despite the submissive bind he was in. “I’ve enjoyed your little bondage camp enough, you can untie me now!”
Sephiroth whipped the murasame about so fast Reno could only try and duck his head close to his body and brood from the cut Sephiroth had left across the right cheek. The sword came about again and knocked Reno’s head back in the other direction, leaving an identical slice on the left cheek. His body visibly shuddered when his blood trickled down his neck. A reproachful expression crossed his pretty face when Reno realized how hard he had become. Sephiroth was tormenting him with his own blood and pain on purpose.
“Fuck you…” he mumbled miserably.
“What was that?” Sephiroth asked coyly.
“I said FUCK YOU, FUCKER!!!” Reno screamed, struggling in his restraints. His chest was as far out as it could be pushed, so only a straining of the arms and the wild thrashing side to side satisfied the urge for escape, to no avail.
“You’re so intense, Reno… interesting…” Sephiroth mused, gently licking the blood off of the murasame. Reno could barely watch that without nearly exploding in longing. It made him hate the man before him.
“Do it again, jack ass! I dare you!” Reno cried in frustration. “Cut me into a million pieces, bastard, you know I’ll just laugh!”
Sephiroth made a threatening gesture with the sword. “Quiet!” he ordered, pointing the blade just below Reno’s bellybutton and just above the wet tip of his throbbing sex. Reno sucked in breath through his teeth in anticipation. Despite the desperate need to be free, he was dying to feel the penetration of the blade to flesh and the sharp sweet sting of pain. “You masochist,” Sephiroth mocked, then began to give a shallow incision traveling from the bellybutton to between the collarbone, moving with taunting and painful slowness.
Reno lolled his head back and let out a wanting groan. He was as hard as he could be. The blood on the chest swelled from the trauma, but the wound was so shallow there wasn’t a drop out of place. The perfect cut, given to him not by himself, but this master of sadism. Hatred suddenly mingled with respect and even worship of this rare talent.
“I’m gonna fuck you…” he heard himself say in a daze.
“Are you?” Sephiroth asked in that amused tone.
“Yeah, you’re gonna suck my dick like the bitch you are and then I’m gonna fuck your back door wide open,” Reno threatened with a pounding heart. His gay ventures were limited to a drunken kiss planted on an unsuspecting Reeves at a random party, and he knew that this was just a complete bluff on his part. Not like he could do much in this position anyway.
“Oh Reno…” Sephiroth chuckled sultrily. “I’ll humor you for the moment. Try not to come.”
It was a blessed relief when his throbbing cock was at last acknowledged by Sephiroth’s warm and wet mouth. Reno half moaned and half laughed in the intense pleasure following that long agonizing period of anticipation. Sephiroth’s tongue was probing the underside of the urethra and caused shudders and goosebumps to convulse through Reno. No woman could find that spot.
He looked down the best he could to see Sephiroth looking back up at him with those eerie eyes, slowly withdrawing his mouth from his sex, slick and shiny from Sephiroth’s attentions, only to be swallowed whole again by that elegant mouth. Reno was on the brink, ready to reach out and touch that blinding zone of the intensity accompanying release. Just a little more… let me get there… god…!
Reno didn’t give any vocal warning when he came deep down Sephiroth’s throat. He jerked back suddenly, which gave Reno a cruel smile. It was a small piece of revenge for putting him in this humiliating device.
Sephiroth spat it out and grabbed Reno’s hair through the head harness to bring the man nose to nose. Reno winced. He never liked having his hair pulled. “I never said you could come,” Sephiroth told him coldly. He kicked the cushion under his back out and it swiveled wildly, attached to some mysterious playground of bondage devices. The sudden release made Reno realize how sore he was from it when he slouched.
Sephiroth undid whatever held Reno’s hands up and behind his head. Reno fell forward to his elbows, wrists still bound together and knees still bound to the floor. The blood on his face and neck was sticky now and make it feel weird to move. It felt good to have a small amount of freedom though.
“You disobeyed me, Reno,” Sephiroth’s voice said quietly from behind him. “I thought you might have guessed that would have been a bad idea. And now you will be paying for your little discrepancy.”
Reno felt Sephiroth’s hands on his ass and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. His dignity wouldn’t allow for this! “Don’t you fucking dare!” he shouted desperately, fighting the leg restraints. He thrashed again, effectively making a collision with his elbows dangerous.
“Siddown!” Sephiroth ordered firmly, giving a hard punch to the side of Reno’s jaw. Reno slammed forward, grimacing. That had reopened the wound on his lip and he was bleeding again. A drop landed on his arm as he held his head and cringed. His blood. No, no… don’t get hard again…
Sephiroth’s hands were feeling his ass again, which both horrified and aroused Reno. He would have never allowed for this of his own free will, why was he getting so hard again??
“Fuck!” Reno squawked when Sephiroth began to explore his quivering and tightly closed ass hole with gentle fingers. “Come on man, knock it off! Leave my ass outta this! I don’t care how you get off, just don’t do it there!”
“You don’t strike me as the begging type, Reno,” Sephiroth said icily. The disdain in his voice almost struck a chord of guilt in Reno. It was a strange combination with the mix of hate and admiration seething inside of him. Reno calmed with the statement, though he was still quivering and tense.
“Relax,” Sephiroth ordered. Having no other choice, Reno did the best he could and prayed for a premature ejaculation. He concentrated on the flecks of red on his arm from his mouth and gritted his teeth when he felt the slick head of Sephiroth’s incredibly hard cock rub in a circular motion at the entrance of his ass.
The sensation was surprisingly sexy, and Reno found himself unclenching his teeth and allowing Sephiroth to enter the very first inch or so. It wasn’t so bad, with the sultry mysterious stranger fucking very slowly and easily.
Just when Reno was getting used to the foreign notion and started to let himself get hard again, Sephiroth gave a sharp thrust all the way inside Reno’s tight virgin passage. “GodDAMN!” Reno cried, squeezing his eyes shut. He saw stars. It had been painful, but Sephiroth had hit something inside of him that he felt from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. It sprang to life below him as Sephiroth fucked him hard and fast. Reno moaned—it was the precise amount of pain and pleasure to turn him on. Not the subtlety of a blade, but so human and intimate… this pain was paradise.
Sephiroth was stroking his balls in time with each thrust, which was just the friction Reno needed to come again. This time a curse erupted from him as he released again, Sephiroth soon after.
Reno curled himself into a fetal position as best he could given the restraints and shivered. Hate, hate, hate, grovel, grovel, grovel! You bastard, you made me come twice in your sadistic little games and goddammit you made me love every minute of it!
“Dammit! I hate you!” he cried hoarsely.
Sephiroth released the knee restraints and pulled Reno into his arms gently by the head harness’ leash. It was intimate, but not loving. “That’s why you have red hair, Reno. You’re a blood-lover, and the Planet marked you as such. You feel everything or nothing. Don’t hate me, hate yourself.”
Sephiroth pushed him forward but Reno didn’t hit the floor. He kept falling and falling into that oblivion of dreamlessness that had brought him here. A black and warm bubble of comatose cradled him in an embrace that Sephiroth could not offer.
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