Is There Still Room In Hell?
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Final Fantasy VII › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,411
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Dirge of Cerberus or Crisis Core. Consequently, I make no money off this story. Sad face.
Is There Still Room Left In Hell? Chapter 2
He didn’t know how much time had passed until the door finally opened again. Rosso trotted inside with a box in her arms and a man that Angeal hadn’t seen yet. He was another one of those curious sorts who was clearly an enemy soldier but seemed to be able to flout their uniform policy just as Sephiroth and Genesis did.
“You didn’t need to follow me in here,” Rosso hissed.
“Oh, trust me, I’m leaving you to break him. I just wanted a look.” The man crossed the room with a few powerful strides and took Angeal’s chin between his fingers, forcing him to look up. A cruel grin lit up the man’s face. “He looks boring.” Acting as if he wasn’t in the company of a madwoman, he looked away from Angeal and back to Rosso. “And he’s from SOLDIER?”
“Yes, Weiss.”
The man- Weiss, Angeal supposed- shook Angeal’s head hard, prompting Angeal to try and pull away. The resistance just made Weiss give a bark of laughter. “And he’s still got some energy to him. That’s fun, I guess.” Weiss didn’t really let go of Angeal’s face so much as attempt to throw him onto the floor. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Might I call you back in later? To see how good he is at, ah, multi-tasking?” The implications that multi-tasking carried threw Angeal into a shuddering fit.
Weiss shrugged. “I might be busy. Call Azul in if I am.”
“Yes, Weiss.”
Finally, Weiss turned back to Angeal. “You be good for Rosso now. Don’t fuck her too hard.” He forcibly slammed the door, cackling all the while, leaving Angeal alone with a madwoman and a mysterious box.
Acting as if they were old friends, Rosso sauntered across the room and laid one of her gauntlet-clad hands on Angeal’s cheek. “Did you miss me, darling?”
“Don’t call me darling,” Angeal growled.
Rosso slapped him, putting more of her clawed fingertips to work. “Don’t act as if you have control in this situation, darling.” She set the box, about the size of an office crate, to one side and knelt down. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of leeway they’ve given me with you.”
“Leeway?”
She nodded, examining his blood on her nails. “As long as I don’t permanently break you, I can do as much as I’d like.”
“N-No…”
“Yes,” she chirped. “And I plan to make the most out of your supposed physical prowess.” With that, Rosso plucked the top off the box and began digging around. “Weiss is so base, isn’t he?”
“What?”
“Weiss. He’s so wrong about our relationship.”
“We have no relationship.”
Rosso gave Angeal’s hair a sharp tug before returning to her box of tricks. “We most certainly do. You are the prisoner, I am the warden. You are the captive slave and I, by a certain extension, own you. But that is not what I was referring to.” She paused, the sort of conversational pause that indicated Angeal should chime in at some point. When he didn’t, Rosso continued. “No, Weiss seems to think that I’m going to be completely boring and have you fuck me.”
Angeal felt as if a great weight had just been hefted off his shoulders. The way that things had been going, the way that she and Weiss had been talking, it had almost sounded like that was the case.
“No, no, no. That simply would not do.” Rosso kept on with her little monologue. “If anyone will be fucking anyone, my dear…” A cold dread swept over Angeal’s body as Rosso withdrew some items from the box and laid them neatly in front of him. One was a mask, as far as Angeal could tell, with a phallic protrusion where a mouth-hole would typically appear. Another was a far more domestic strap-on dildo. The last was a simple spiked bracelet, the sort of thing kids would wear to parties.
“If anyone will be fucking anyone,” Rosso repeated, tugging Angeal’s head closer with his hair, “I will be fucking you, my love.”
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TBC
“You didn’t need to follow me in here,” Rosso hissed.
“Oh, trust me, I’m leaving you to break him. I just wanted a look.” The man crossed the room with a few powerful strides and took Angeal’s chin between his fingers, forcing him to look up. A cruel grin lit up the man’s face. “He looks boring.” Acting as if he wasn’t in the company of a madwoman, he looked away from Angeal and back to Rosso. “And he’s from SOLDIER?”
“Yes, Weiss.”
The man- Weiss, Angeal supposed- shook Angeal’s head hard, prompting Angeal to try and pull away. The resistance just made Weiss give a bark of laughter. “And he’s still got some energy to him. That’s fun, I guess.” Weiss didn’t really let go of Angeal’s face so much as attempt to throw him onto the floor. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Might I call you back in later? To see how good he is at, ah, multi-tasking?” The implications that multi-tasking carried threw Angeal into a shuddering fit.
Weiss shrugged. “I might be busy. Call Azul in if I am.”
“Yes, Weiss.”
Finally, Weiss turned back to Angeal. “You be good for Rosso now. Don’t fuck her too hard.” He forcibly slammed the door, cackling all the while, leaving Angeal alone with a madwoman and a mysterious box.
Acting as if they were old friends, Rosso sauntered across the room and laid one of her gauntlet-clad hands on Angeal’s cheek. “Did you miss me, darling?”
“Don’t call me darling,” Angeal growled.
Rosso slapped him, putting more of her clawed fingertips to work. “Don’t act as if you have control in this situation, darling.” She set the box, about the size of an office crate, to one side and knelt down. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of leeway they’ve given me with you.”
“Leeway?”
She nodded, examining his blood on her nails. “As long as I don’t permanently break you, I can do as much as I’d like.”
“N-No…”
“Yes,” she chirped. “And I plan to make the most out of your supposed physical prowess.” With that, Rosso plucked the top off the box and began digging around. “Weiss is so base, isn’t he?”
“What?”
“Weiss. He’s so wrong about our relationship.”
“We have no relationship.”
Rosso gave Angeal’s hair a sharp tug before returning to her box of tricks. “We most certainly do. You are the prisoner, I am the warden. You are the captive slave and I, by a certain extension, own you. But that is not what I was referring to.” She paused, the sort of conversational pause that indicated Angeal should chime in at some point. When he didn’t, Rosso continued. “No, Weiss seems to think that I’m going to be completely boring and have you fuck me.”
Angeal felt as if a great weight had just been hefted off his shoulders. The way that things had been going, the way that she and Weiss had been talking, it had almost sounded like that was the case.
“No, no, no. That simply would not do.” Rosso kept on with her little monologue. “If anyone will be fucking anyone, my dear…” A cold dread swept over Angeal’s body as Rosso withdrew some items from the box and laid them neatly in front of him. One was a mask, as far as Angeal could tell, with a phallic protrusion where a mouth-hole would typically appear. Another was a far more domestic strap-on dildo. The last was a simple spiked bracelet, the sort of thing kids would wear to parties.
“If anyone will be fucking anyone,” Rosso repeated, tugging Angeal’s head closer with his hair, “I will be fucking you, my love.”
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TBC