Tribute to a Turk
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
778
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter Two
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**3-06-08 ~ I edited this chapter, because a friend pointed something out to me... so... enjoy**
**10-29-08 No smuty-smut smut for you, but the tension is building... its going to get good really fast, so hold on.
>
Tribute to a Turk
A woman walks home from work; her mind is on her husband and children. She is attractive, with a kind smile on her face. As she turns the street corner, she is grabbed around the waist and pulled into an alley. A large man with pale blue skin presses himself into her, pulling down her skirt and thrusting into her. She tries to scream but the male has begun to eat out her throat. Continuing to rape the dead woman, the man wipes the blood from his mouth. His eyes are red, and his face devoid of human expression. He gains neither pleasure nor power from the act, but it is how his species procreates.
When the not human man is finished, he allows the woman’s body to slump to the ground, as he steps over her and picks up the clothes he had been wearing before. As he walks off into the darkness, the belly of the dead woman begins to move.
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Vincent awoke in a hotel room. The white ceiling above him was peeling; it was a cheap run-down place. Vincent turned to his side, moving under the white sheets, the nightstand clock read 10:00 pm. How long had he been out? Vincent rubbed his head, and realized that he was not wearing his claw. He sat up quickly, flipping back the sheets as he did so. He wasn’t wearing anything at all!
Vincent looked around frantically for his clothes. He tore the mattress off the bed, knocking over the nightstand and smashing the lamp. Vincent growled out of frustration, and sat upon the destroyed bed. Then, he began to blush and covered his face as he recalled the situation with Reno on the roof. Vincent pulled the sheets off the bed and covered his lower half as he stumbled around the room. “Where did that… that Turk put my clothes?” Vincent muttered angrily as he looked behind the hotel’s minor excuse for furniture, the TV, a pathetic looking armchair, and a dining table with two chairs.
Suddenly, the handle of the door began to move. Vincent whirled swiftly to the noise and stared wide-eyed as the door swung open. Reno smiled in the doorway, holding two coffees and a bag of doughnuts. “Vincent, you’re finally awake!” He exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Vincent glared at him, clutching the thin sheet closer to his body. “Is this your idea of a joke?” He asked with dark malice in his voice.
Reno set the food on the table and shook his head. “So you still don’t remember?” Reno asked, looking almost sad at the concept. He sighed heavily, and slumped into the chair. Hanging his head, Vincent couldn’t see his face as he began to mutter under his breath.
Even though Vincent was anxious to get his clothes back, something about this sad, uncocky Reno disturbed him. The aggressive man who had raped him before, was not the same one that sat before him. At least, that’s how Vincent figured it into his mind.
Vincent walked carefully over to Reno, his steps very wary and cautious. He reached out, and put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “Reno…? I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Vincent said.
“It-it doesn’t matter.” Reno said with difficulty. Vincent’s touch alone was enough to make Reno’s lower half tighten. So, Vincent didn’t remember… it was disappointing as hell, and… Reno bit his lip, and sighed. It didn’t matter, he’d bring the past here if he had to.
Reno covered Vincent’s hand with his own, and looked up into the other’s face. Vincent was so beautiful, his long black hair was still as smooth and silky as ever, but even more sexy because it was slightly ruffled from his nap. Vincent’s lips were pale, his skin blending with the pink tinge of his mouth. It was those flower petals that Reno aimed for. Reno rose, and bent his head to Vincent’s lips. His hand entwined with Vincent thin fingers.
Vincent was startled by this sudden change in Reno. Just like before he was unsure how to react to this intense passion that arose in him, arousing him to the point of pain. However, it was Vincent’s own body’s reaction to Reno’s caresses that made him most nervous.
Vincent felt Reno’s thick long tongue invading his mouth, sliding deep into him, and he moaned. He held firm to the sheet around his waist, and his training took over. Vincent stepped back, frustration clear on his face. His bangs fell over his face, masking any second guesses. “Stop Reno.” He managed to choke out the demand. “Give me my clothes.”
Vincent watched cautiously as Reno stood, and presented both the package of before and his set of clothes, claw, and gun atop. Reno said nothing, but handed them over. A blank expression had crossed into his green eyes. Turning away from Vincent, he settled into the chair, coffee in hand.
Reno, for his part, was deep in thought. So Vincent truly had no memories of him… “VINCENT!” Reno shouted out, turning in the chair. Vincent was paused at the door of the bathroom, clearly concerned expression on his face. “The caves of Mana. Please tell me you at least… know…” Reno continued with the pleading expression.
Vincent simply looked stunned, than a sigh stole over his body. “Reno, you’ve probably mistaken me with someone else. Do you seek me as a replacement for Rude?” Vincent asked, calmly, patiently.
“No. NO!” Reno stood, knocking over his coffee and a dark stain oozed into the white carpet. “It was you. It was always you. Rude… I loved Rude. But not… not like I love you.” Reno was in front of Vincent as his sentence ended. He held his head up, he was sure of himself. Vincent weighted his options, how quickly he could raise the gun, how Reno would react, what his chances in a fistfight with Reno were.
“Reno, I am going to change, when I return, please have control of yourself, this is unbecoming of an agent of Shinra Company.” Vincent shut the door and locked it. He sighed as he dropped the sheet from his grip and let brown cardboard box fall to the floor, clattering as everything atop it fell as well.
Vincent looked into the full-length mirror on the back of the door, examining every inch of himself. The hickies hadn’t gone away. A particularly notable one was red heart shaped and located on the hipbone. Vincent covered his face with his hands. He flicked on the shower, and stepped in, dropping to the floor of the shower, letting the scalding water run over his thin frame. “…Why?” He sobbed, running his hands all over his face. “Why?!” Vincent screamed in frustration.
Slowly lifting his head, he touched the dark hickie upon his hip. “Reno.” He whispered the name like a curse. But why then, did he house feelings of such regret and loss?
**FINALLY REVISING THIS STORY!! ENJOY AS MORE CHAPTERS COME INTO FRUITION!!**
**3-06-08 ~ I edited this chapter, because a friend pointed something out to me... so... enjoy**
**10-29-08 No smuty-smut smut for you, but the tension is building... its going to get good really fast, so hold on.
>
Tribute to a Turk
A woman walks home from work; her mind is on her husband and children. She is attractive, with a kind smile on her face. As she turns the street corner, she is grabbed around the waist and pulled into an alley. A large man with pale blue skin presses himself into her, pulling down her skirt and thrusting into her. She tries to scream but the male has begun to eat out her throat. Continuing to rape the dead woman, the man wipes the blood from his mouth. His eyes are red, and his face devoid of human expression. He gains neither pleasure nor power from the act, but it is how his species procreates.
When the not human man is finished, he allows the woman’s body to slump to the ground, as he steps over her and picks up the clothes he had been wearing before. As he walks off into the darkness, the belly of the dead woman begins to move.
~
Vincent awoke in a hotel room. The white ceiling above him was peeling; it was a cheap run-down place. Vincent turned to his side, moving under the white sheets, the nightstand clock read 10:00 pm. How long had he been out? Vincent rubbed his head, and realized that he was not wearing his claw. He sat up quickly, flipping back the sheets as he did so. He wasn’t wearing anything at all!
Vincent looked around frantically for his clothes. He tore the mattress off the bed, knocking over the nightstand and smashing the lamp. Vincent growled out of frustration, and sat upon the destroyed bed. Then, he began to blush and covered his face as he recalled the situation with Reno on the roof. Vincent pulled the sheets off the bed and covered his lower half as he stumbled around the room. “Where did that… that Turk put my clothes?” Vincent muttered angrily as he looked behind the hotel’s minor excuse for furniture, the TV, a pathetic looking armchair, and a dining table with two chairs.
Suddenly, the handle of the door began to move. Vincent whirled swiftly to the noise and stared wide-eyed as the door swung open. Reno smiled in the doorway, holding two coffees and a bag of doughnuts. “Vincent, you’re finally awake!” He exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Vincent glared at him, clutching the thin sheet closer to his body. “Is this your idea of a joke?” He asked with dark malice in his voice.
Reno set the food on the table and shook his head. “So you still don’t remember?” Reno asked, looking almost sad at the concept. He sighed heavily, and slumped into the chair. Hanging his head, Vincent couldn’t see his face as he began to mutter under his breath.
Even though Vincent was anxious to get his clothes back, something about this sad, uncocky Reno disturbed him. The aggressive man who had raped him before, was not the same one that sat before him. At least, that’s how Vincent figured it into his mind.
Vincent walked carefully over to Reno, his steps very wary and cautious. He reached out, and put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “Reno…? I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Vincent said.
“It-it doesn’t matter.” Reno said with difficulty. Vincent’s touch alone was enough to make Reno’s lower half tighten. So, Vincent didn’t remember… it was disappointing as hell, and… Reno bit his lip, and sighed. It didn’t matter, he’d bring the past here if he had to.
Reno covered Vincent’s hand with his own, and looked up into the other’s face. Vincent was so beautiful, his long black hair was still as smooth and silky as ever, but even more sexy because it was slightly ruffled from his nap. Vincent’s lips were pale, his skin blending with the pink tinge of his mouth. It was those flower petals that Reno aimed for. Reno rose, and bent his head to Vincent’s lips. His hand entwined with Vincent thin fingers.
Vincent was startled by this sudden change in Reno. Just like before he was unsure how to react to this intense passion that arose in him, arousing him to the point of pain. However, it was Vincent’s own body’s reaction to Reno’s caresses that made him most nervous.
Vincent felt Reno’s thick long tongue invading his mouth, sliding deep into him, and he moaned. He held firm to the sheet around his waist, and his training took over. Vincent stepped back, frustration clear on his face. His bangs fell over his face, masking any second guesses. “Stop Reno.” He managed to choke out the demand. “Give me my clothes.”
Vincent watched cautiously as Reno stood, and presented both the package of before and his set of clothes, claw, and gun atop. Reno said nothing, but handed them over. A blank expression had crossed into his green eyes. Turning away from Vincent, he settled into the chair, coffee in hand.
Reno, for his part, was deep in thought. So Vincent truly had no memories of him… “VINCENT!” Reno shouted out, turning in the chair. Vincent was paused at the door of the bathroom, clearly concerned expression on his face. “The caves of Mana. Please tell me you at least… know…” Reno continued with the pleading expression.
Vincent simply looked stunned, than a sigh stole over his body. “Reno, you’ve probably mistaken me with someone else. Do you seek me as a replacement for Rude?” Vincent asked, calmly, patiently.
“No. NO!” Reno stood, knocking over his coffee and a dark stain oozed into the white carpet. “It was you. It was always you. Rude… I loved Rude. But not… not like I love you.” Reno was in front of Vincent as his sentence ended. He held his head up, he was sure of himself. Vincent weighted his options, how quickly he could raise the gun, how Reno would react, what his chances in a fistfight with Reno were.
“Reno, I am going to change, when I return, please have control of yourself, this is unbecoming of an agent of Shinra Company.” Vincent shut the door and locked it. He sighed as he dropped the sheet from his grip and let brown cardboard box fall to the floor, clattering as everything atop it fell as well.
Vincent looked into the full-length mirror on the back of the door, examining every inch of himself. The hickies hadn’t gone away. A particularly notable one was red heart shaped and located on the hipbone. Vincent covered his face with his hands. He flicked on the shower, and stepped in, dropping to the floor of the shower, letting the scalding water run over his thin frame. “…Why?” He sobbed, running his hands all over his face. “Why?!” Vincent screamed in frustration.
Slowly lifting his head, he touched the dark hickie upon his hip. “Reno.” He whispered the name like a curse. But why then, did he house feelings of such regret and loss?
**FINALLY REVISING THIS STORY!! ENJOY AS MORE CHAPTERS COME INTO FRUITION!!**