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Blood Dreams of Jenova
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
777
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.
Dreams of Jenova
*This is the last chapter of Blood Dreams of Jenova. There is just about no smut here, so if you read the last chapter to get off, this is just a conclusion to tie everything together.*
Part Three: Dreams of Jenova
“I think he’s coming around.”
“Reno? Reno can you hear me?”
“Fuck… you…” the mumble came from a drowsy exhaustion.
“Yeah, he’s back. Make sure he can count and send him home.”
Reno forced his eyes open and shielded them from the glare of florescent ceiling lights. “What the fuck…?” He heard the door shut as someone that had sounded like Rufus left. A nurse and a familiar face loomed over him. “Sephiroth…?”
“Yeah, he did a number on you,” Tseng’s voice said as the face came into focus.
“What happened?” Reno asked, propping himself up on the back of his elbows.
“Sephiroth was the one who broke in, stole the specimen and released the prisoners,” Tseng explained. “He assassinated the president and would have killed you too if that crazy AVALANCHE group hadn’t scared him off or whatever.”
“So the president really is dead…” Reno mused.
Tseng nodded and cocked his head towards the door. “Yeah and that makes you-know-who our new boss. The AVALANCHE leader tried to take Rufus out, but fortunately he got away…”
“Depends on how you look at it…” Reno snorted.
Tseng shrugged. “We’re liable just to blame the whole thing on AVALANCHE just to make things easy. No sense in causing a Sephiroth scare.”
“Just a dream…?” Reno muttered in confusion, scratching his chest. Then he winced as he crossed a scab. He pushed aside the torn and bloody shirt and found a long thin wound from his lower abdomen to his neck. “Jesus…”
“Tell me about it. It’s a good thing that wound was so shallow or you’d be dead,” Tseng told him with a cool smile. “You have two days to recover, then you have a new assignment. The leader of AVALANCHE—Cloud Strife—is an ex-SOLDIER. You and Rude are on this one, it’s all in the report.”
He handed Reno a manila folder. Reno just absentmindedly sifted. “We met on the pillar,” he muttered with a flat frown. That punk? Reno could have sworn he was just after the piece of ass named Aerith they caught. His thoughts drifted back to the encounter he had with Sephiroth. “So… you found me… in the building?”
“Unconscious at the end of a blood trail,” Tseng told him. “What’s weird is that after Sephiroth left and AVALANCHE swept through, they didn’t even touch you. I’m surprised that you’re not a hostage right now you lucky ass. It’s a good thing they’re stupid… it’s like they didn’t even see you right in the middle of the floor.”
“’Cause I wasn’t there…” Reno mused quietly.
“Huh?”
“Uh… Nothin’. Just a little fucked in the head is all…” Reno mumbled. “So I can go home?”
“Get outta here before Rufus changes his mind,” Tseng chuckled.
Reno tentatively touched the gauze over his identical face cuts in confusion. They would be scars for sure. “Huh. I think I’m gonna go get drunk….”
“You do that,” Tseng said as Reno hopped out of the medical cot.
Not a dream…that bastard made a bitch outta me… Reno fumed, finding his corvette where he left it. Next time you’ll be in the straps, and I’ll be pounding your ass, fucker.
End
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*Well that covers my strange venture into blood and cutting. I never really thought it incredibly erotic until now. Hm. Sorry those of you who were looking forward to a Reno/Aerith fic, I can’t write it if I have to force it… as we authors of the strange know ^_^*
Part Three: Dreams of Jenova
“I think he’s coming around.”
“Reno? Reno can you hear me?”
“Fuck… you…” the mumble came from a drowsy exhaustion.
“Yeah, he’s back. Make sure he can count and send him home.”
Reno forced his eyes open and shielded them from the glare of florescent ceiling lights. “What the fuck…?” He heard the door shut as someone that had sounded like Rufus left. A nurse and a familiar face loomed over him. “Sephiroth…?”
“Yeah, he did a number on you,” Tseng’s voice said as the face came into focus.
“What happened?” Reno asked, propping himself up on the back of his elbows.
“Sephiroth was the one who broke in, stole the specimen and released the prisoners,” Tseng explained. “He assassinated the president and would have killed you too if that crazy AVALANCHE group hadn’t scared him off or whatever.”
“So the president really is dead…” Reno mused.
Tseng nodded and cocked his head towards the door. “Yeah and that makes you-know-who our new boss. The AVALANCHE leader tried to take Rufus out, but fortunately he got away…”
“Depends on how you look at it…” Reno snorted.
Tseng shrugged. “We’re liable just to blame the whole thing on AVALANCHE just to make things easy. No sense in causing a Sephiroth scare.”
“Just a dream…?” Reno muttered in confusion, scratching his chest. Then he winced as he crossed a scab. He pushed aside the torn and bloody shirt and found a long thin wound from his lower abdomen to his neck. “Jesus…”
“Tell me about it. It’s a good thing that wound was so shallow or you’d be dead,” Tseng told him with a cool smile. “You have two days to recover, then you have a new assignment. The leader of AVALANCHE—Cloud Strife—is an ex-SOLDIER. You and Rude are on this one, it’s all in the report.”
He handed Reno a manila folder. Reno just absentmindedly sifted. “We met on the pillar,” he muttered with a flat frown. That punk? Reno could have sworn he was just after the piece of ass named Aerith they caught. His thoughts drifted back to the encounter he had with Sephiroth. “So… you found me… in the building?”
“Unconscious at the end of a blood trail,” Tseng told him. “What’s weird is that after Sephiroth left and AVALANCHE swept through, they didn’t even touch you. I’m surprised that you’re not a hostage right now you lucky ass. It’s a good thing they’re stupid… it’s like they didn’t even see you right in the middle of the floor.”
“’Cause I wasn’t there…” Reno mused quietly.
“Huh?”
“Uh… Nothin’. Just a little fucked in the head is all…” Reno mumbled. “So I can go home?”
“Get outta here before Rufus changes his mind,” Tseng chuckled.
Reno tentatively touched the gauze over his identical face cuts in confusion. They would be scars for sure. “Huh. I think I’m gonna go get drunk….”
“You do that,” Tseng said as Reno hopped out of the medical cot.
Not a dream…that bastard made a bitch outta me… Reno fumed, finding his corvette where he left it. Next time you’ll be in the straps, and I’ll be pounding your ass, fucker.
End
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*Well that covers my strange venture into blood and cutting. I never really thought it incredibly erotic until now. Hm. Sorry those of you who were looking forward to a Reno/Aerith fic, I can’t write it if I have to force it… as we authors of the strange know ^_^*