Titanium Wolves

Title: Titanium Wolves
Author: Reichi
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Cloud/Kadaj, Reno/Yazoo, Tseng/Vincent, who knows what else. O_o;
Comments: @____@ I am so tired people –drool-. And in paaaaaain from cramps. Man, I am so tired. Sleepy. Uh… so. In this chapter… I guess Cloud and Kadaj actually get –some- action between them. Yay.
Disclaimer: O_O ITS NOT MINE. FINAL FANTASY VII AND FINAL FANTASY VII: ADVENT CHILDREN DONT BELONG TO ME. NONE OF THIS IS MINE!!! NONE! I SWEAR! FFVII AND FFVII:AC BELONG TO SQUAREENIX. NOT MINE. ALL THEIRS. DISCLAIM DISCLAIM!! -passes out-





Chapter Six: Abomination




Holy –shit-.


Reno pried his eyes open and stared blankly at the ceiling.


… Holy –shit-. He was inside. The last time he was conscious, he was outside . In the pouring rain, being beaten to a mindless, bloody pulp by that stupid –fucking- clone. And to be very honest, the red-haired Turk couldn’t believe that he’d been taken over so easily, practically by the wave of a hand.


Maybe he –was- more like Sephiroth than he thought before.


damn , it hurt, trying to move his arm up and before his eyes, since there was a light swallowing the room and engulfing it in warm orange shadows. Someone must’ve lit a candle. And that someone was creeping about the bed.


“ What now. “ Reno stated, hoarsely; why couldn’t he talk right? He tried clearing it once before talking again, “ Hello? “


“ Reno. “ A deep and throaty voice; one that Reno knew –very- well.


The Turk lifted his arm and sighed deeply. It was just Rude, pulling the blinds shut about the long window, of which he recognized the shape from outside of the Inn. They all clicked down, the plastic handle clinking against them when his partner let go. Now the lights from outside were merely lines of soft and fleeting gold across the wall, now and then blocked when someone in their late wonderings passed its source.


“ What the –fuck-. “ Reno groaned, sitting up. His entire body felt as though frenzied Chocobo had trampled him’s in mating season. He hadn’t felt this bad in a long time, since he last fought AVALANCHE with the rest of the Turks, when he got his ass royally beaten into a bloody pulp by Cloud and needed to be rushed away, via ShinRa helicopter, dubbing him the worst liability ShinRa had even taken hold of.


The gift that just kept on –fucking- giving, day in and day out.


“ Rufus found you outside, surprisingly, “ Rude said, sticking two fingers into his collar and tugging, probably loosening his friggin choking tie. Reno hated ties, “ He wasn’t –supposed- to be out there, but he snagged my cigarettes and found you. Of coarse, he didn’t tell me until after he smoked one. “


” Phht. “ Reno slumped against the headboard, “ Of coarse. “


“ You’ve been asleep for a day now, though. “ Rude informed him. At this, Reno raised his eyebrows, “ And Tseng found out. He cut your pay for today. “


“ Fuuuuuuuuclk “ Reno wailed, falling back into the bed dramatically and pulling the sheets over his head. Red still poked out, “ Damn prudish bastard. He fucking cuts my pay because of an overkill.“


“ Yeah, well… “ Rude has this thing he doesn’t when he’s obliviously confused or mildly puzzled, where he’ll timidly and continuously pushed his glasses further up his nose until Reno was sure they would stick to his face. “ Tseng was sort of wondering… who the hell did this to you? “


Reno blinked, staring at Rude. Rude returning his stare with a little notch between his eyebrows and a deeper frown rippling wrinkles down his face. He himself appeared to be genuinely concerned.


“ I… uh… You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you. “ Reno, with great difficulty, turned over onto his side and winced minimally. Damn pain… “ I wanna go back to sleep now, Rude. “


“ Alright. “ Rude sounded disappointed. He probably wanted to know. He was like that. His large footfalls thundered quietly through the floor as he turned to open the door, “ Night. “


“ Whatever. “ Reno rucked the sheets about his head again, achingly moving his body deeper into the mattress and curling a hand around a spare piece of fabric.


What the fuck . What Yazoo had said about him couldn’t have possibly been true… could it? Reno had been dislocated from his emotions for so long, he was just wondering… it could be so. Ehh… he had no idea anymore. Everything was far too muddled to think right now… especially in his state. Despite having, no doubt, received a Phoenix Down and probably a whole shit load of potions, his overkill was still dragging him down. Probably would be until he felt better… but he had no idea what he –would- even start getting better,


Closing his eyes slowly, Reno stretched out his torso leisurely for another, nice nap. Why give up a chance to sleep, eh? Just more excuses not to work… he was hardly even paying attention to the slight scrapping along the window and it slowly sliding up, the blinds moving with some unknown wind whistling softly outside, almost like a gentle song.


He even twisted onto his back; head off to the side, when he thought that Rude might be returning to the room. No idea why, thought Reno, parting his heavily bruised mouth to suck in a wheezy breathes. Damn, he sounded awe full.


Someone was looming over him. Blocking out the dim candles flickering glow across the wall… Reno sniffed roughly once and pried his eyes open.


Silver washed across his face, startling him. But a leather hand closed over his mouth, painfully solid like iron, bruising his jaw. Yazoo leaned in close to him, green eyes hardening.


“ I want you to help me. “


Reno’s eyes were wide, locked on Yazoo as he shook his head, as much as he could. The Clone tightened his grip a little.


“ I don’t –want- to hurt you, but I will if you don’t cooperate. “ Yazoo warned. He let go of the Red Heads mouth so he could pin down his arms, usual a slight amount of strength to even keep his legs from springing up and kicking him, “ Don’t talk loud. “


“ Why should I –fucking- help you, bastard? “ Reno wanted to spit in his face. He restrained himself, just barely.


“ He is all the family I’ve got. “ Yazoo looked pitiful for a second, practically pleading with his eyes. Reno was captivated by their strange glow.


“ N-no. “ Reno cleared his throat, “ I don’t want too. “


Yazoo tightened his hold about Reno, until he couldn’t feel his right arm anymore. Reno, weakness being interrogations and hefty bribes, yipped loudly and bucked his torso up against the Clone, “ Fine! You stupid bastard. I’ll –fucking- help you. “


“ Good. “ Yazoo relinquished the hold. Reno sat up instantly and scooted away from him, gasping raggedly in pain in the process. Ouch… he didn’t notice how badly he must have been run through. A potion may not have been able to cure that…


“ What do you want now? “ Reno snarled at him. Yazoo lingered around the bed quietly, like a feline across carpet, and clicked the lock on the door shut.


“ Hush. “ The clone wandered to the bedside again, this time, on the opposite side. Reno tried to shrink away again, but he was grabbed about the shoulders and held firmly in place. Almost in a gentle gesture, he ran the gloved fingertips across his cheek and up again, eyeing the matching scars beneath his eyes, “ I didn’t mean this. “


“ So now you’re fucking sorry, you -fucking- heartless bastard? “ Reno spat, grabbing the clone about the wrist and trying to remove the offending hand. It remained where it was, solidly; hell, even flattening and rolling around the tight yet moderately fleshy skin of his cheek, cupping it.


“ I’m trying to say sorry, you lame corporate ass-kisser. “ Yazoo purred. His other hand came into play now, practically framing the Turks pale face, whose eyes had popped enormously wide again, staring at him baffled and slightly startled, “ I like you. “


“ Well, isn’t that so –fucking- sweet. “ Reno said, trying to pull away, which ended up agitating him more than helping him. He grit his teeth a little bit.


“ It should be. “ Yazoo placed one knee on the bed, dragging down the edge there with his power. Reno gulped, “ I don’t care what happens to the rest; I was hoping Kadaj would slaughter them all like the pigs they are. As long as he spared you, though, I could be happy. “


“ You? Happy? Bunch of murder’s you all fucking were. “ Reno snorted, denying how pleasantly Yazoo’s warm breathe rolled across his cheek. Where the Clone had placed a very strategic kiss.


“ I want to be happy. “ Yazoo eyed Reno, his gaze casually slipping lower, “ I’ve never been happy before. I want to know what its like. “


“ It gets real fucking boring after a while. “ Reno’s seething tone had all but slipped away, his sore voice choking in his throat eye now and then.


“ Hush, “ Yazoo rushed in and pressed his shockingly cool lips against Reno’s. He must’ve been out all night, by the cool feel of his hair and leather body, coyly pressed against him. Reno made an odd noise and pushed against him weakly though naturally Yazoo didn’t budge. In fact, he even deepened the kiss, sliding his cold tongue against the seal of Reno’s lips.


The Redhead sighed deeply in relief when Yazoo finally pulled away, and there was a strange ounce of kindness to his posture.


It –unnerved- him.


“ I am very pleased you’re cooperating with me. “ Yazoo was practically nuzzling his cheek. It was warm and soothing... Reno couldn’t help but breathe in as a wave of silken hair spilled over one leather-clad shoulder, bringing with it a wave of lavender. Reno was thoroughly surprised when his well-guarded internal barracks slowly begun to crumble away.


He wanted to be afraid of Yazoo, and hate him. Becaus3e. That’s they way the dice rolled. It seemed to be giving him a new hand, on that he wished he could bring with to the Midgar Casino’s. –Did- he actually likes Yazoo? Because well… this wasn’t all too bad at all. Not at all… when Yazoo eased his strong arms back him into this would-be hug and held him there.


“ Yazoo. “ Reno tested the name out. Silence, “ You just… lonely. Once you get your brother back, everything will go back to normal. “


“ Nothing will be normal again, -ever- again. “ Yazoo’s arms tightened about him a little, into jut a slight pressure. It didn’t hurt, The Clone buried his face into his neck, and “Nothing will ever be the way it used to be those days are dead. “


Reno stared at the ceiling once more. What the –hell-? He wasn’t really feeling back for Yazoo, was he?


He was about to say something, in fact. Fumbling around and trying to find something –nice- to say for once. Reno never had many nice things to say about people… but then Yazoo broke his train of thought like a small toy and grabbed him about the waist, heaving him up from the bed and eliciting a pained moan to tear savagely from Reno’s throat, instantly.


“ Fuuuck , “ Reno gasped and shuddered. Yazoo switched him around into a better position, one where he didn’t feel like he was slipping out of his arms and carried him over to the window. Reno’s dark green eyes widened and he mouth pulled back, grabbing the windowsill quickly.


“ Where are we going? “ He asked, winded. It felt as though he was bleeding again.


“ To find Kadaj. “ Yazoo said simply, “ You said you would help me. “


“ But why cant I just stay here? U-until the morning, you know… “


“ I can take better care of you than these guys can. “ Yazoo bent a little to kiss Reno’s forehead. Reno –was- beginning to accept the fact that he liked Yazoo, but he was still mortified when he was lifted out the window and into the considerably cooler night air.







It was late evening, and the picture of prefecture, by Midgar standards.


It was overcast, as always, but warmer than it had been with a gentle breeze rolling through the streets. It caused, despite the lingering presence of the Wutai Soldiers, people to wander out into the streets and play calmly there, actually enjoying the early evening for once. Typically, people would have been cooped up at home by now, so that everything was completely silent.


The said breeze picked up a little, moving a couple pieces of Clouds blond hair. One piece tickled across his cheek, almost dancing upon the tanned surface. Kadaj watched its progression until it slowly cantered over his closed eyes, resting there, making the Blonds eye tighten a little bit where it tickled.


Kadaj had been awake for almost half an hour. His legs were sore from his slightly strange position and the arm beneath his head was tingling a little, but he wasn’t prompted to move just yet. In his sleep, the ex-SOLDIER had, probably without knowing it, scooted closer to Kadaj and even went as far as placing a warm hand on the dense slant in his side and remained there, a solid weight, preventing him from moving.


Cloud pressed his face a little deeper into his pillow and breathed in suddenly, deeply and long and stretched his legs out. The Teen only watched as his bright blue eyes rapidly blinked open, sparking up to Kadaj’s face and settling there. The Clone could almost hear Cloud swallow and slowly remove his hand from where it had unknowingly place itself. That’s when Kadaj finally said something.


“ Hey. “ He said rather sharply to catch the others attention, since he had suddenly lowered his eyes so that those long black lashes swept across his high cheeks, “ You don’t. Have to. You know. “


“ Yeah. “ Cloud sat up suddenly and scratched the back of his head. His mouth pulled back on one side in a doggish grin, “ I know. “

Kadaj watched him go, drifting over to his window and looking out it for a moment, then closed it and latched it with one eye while the other one went to rubbing his eye. He spindled to look at Kadaj, sniffing a little. His nose was a little bit stuffed up now…

“ Come on. “

Kadaj rose from the bed with feral grace, almost a deadly smooth motion, and followed Cloud downstairs into the bar area. Tifa and Marlene were gone, and Barret wouldn’t be due home for at least another hour, with a quick glance at the clock on Clouds part. Good. Enough time for some real piece without having to keep bottled up in his bedroom for it.


“ Food. “ Cloud said, looking through the fridge. Kadaj’s frowned a tad bit.


“ I told you, I don’t need food. “


“ You’ll eat, “ Cloud dropped a stew-bearing bowl onto the bar top and went to fetch a spoon. It was cold. There was nothing much he could do about that now though; Tifa had the Fire Materia with her.


“ Fine. “ Kadaj simply grimaced like a small child and peeled the plastic covering off, prodding at it timidly with the rounded end of the spoon. Cloud watched him, pulling down a box of cereal and eating handfuls of it. Wheat squares, the rest of the sugary stuff was Marlenes and strictly off limits to almost everyone, but Barret did manage to snag a handful of it every now and then. Cloud didn’t dare though.


“ It wont hurt you, you know. “ Cloud said. The Teen dipped his spoon in and extracted a rather large chunk of beef, and he had gone to eyeing the Blond as he nibbled a corner off. He must’ve liked it, because he didn’t falter until the entire piece of was gone went searching for another.


“ Not bad? “


“ I suppose. “


“ Good. You see? Not everything here to is horrible. “ Cloud replaced his box again and rinsed out a glass for some water, leaning his head off to the side and against his own broad shoulder. Damn, he was –still- so tired, and water was practically dribbling down his chin and soaked into the heavy fabric of his sweater.


It was getting dark in here. Cloud half hoped Tifa would get home soon to light the candles, as he turned around on the spot and continued to sip casually at the water, watching Kadaj explore the wonders of steamed and stew-soaked vegetables. At this rate, he might eat the entire bowl of leftovers.


But he surprised Cloud when he set down the spoon and looked at him, not saying a word or doing anything. Just locking their gaze and staring through one slightly obscured eye, blocked with pure white hair like snow. Cloud watched him through the glass cup as he drank and set it down.


“ What? “


“ Nothing. “ Kadaj’s sharp pupils shrunk and turned away from him. Clouds eyes narrowed, sighing heavily as he leaned on the counter in front of Kadaj and tilted his head a little bit. Most likely to look up into the Teen’s face, because presently he was staring down at bowl before him, half full still.


“ Hey. “ Cloud prompted. It looked as though Kadaj was going through another mood swing; he could tell through the sudden change in atmosphere, like summer turning into winter in just a couple of seconds.


Hose bright greens eyes looked up at him, and Cloud was close enough to notice that the center, near the pupil, was a dim yellow that spread out to green. Wait...how close –was- he in the first place? He didn’t mean to have practically pushed his face into the Teens, and respectively eased back for the sake of personal space.


Kadaj’s eyes widened a little when Cloud drifted away from him and his mouth opened, but nothing came out. Instead, he lashed his hand out and grabbed hold of the front of Clouds sweater, which was still a little moist from the water dribbling onto it, stretching out the material as he pulled the Blond into him and into a unpracticed, rather unorganized kiss.


It was brief though. Kadaj’s minimal experience enticing just a simple chaste kiss that, when he pulled away, had tinted his cheeks almost an innocent shade of pink. Cloud, stumbling backwards once Kadaj let him go, pressed two fingers to his lips in the shadows and watched Kadaj’s glowing eyes dim a little. He swiveled on the stool and went about the counter, toward the stairs.


“ Sorry. “ Kadaj snapped, his suddenly tone sharper, much like it had been when they were enemies. His mood had plummeted quickly, to rival someone with manic-depressive, as he stormed up the stairs noisily and close the door of Clouds room, almost making the foundations shake.


Cloud, however, remained where he was. His heart was fluttering pleasantly in his chest with these warm sensations bursting from where Kadaj’s lips had touched him, almost delicately, shyly… He wouldn’t have thought it to be that way. Kadaj already had knowledge that could rival his own… The Blond closed his eyes and tilted his head back a little bit…


Staring obliviously, quiet… he could hear Kadaj upstairs moving around. He didn’t know what he was doing… but he couldn’t just let the Teen leave. Not yet. He was clinging to something that he wasn’t sure that he could live without if he leaved…


that’s when it happened.


Something not too far away erupted. It made the finely blown crystal glasses tinker against once another beneath the bar top and objects within the cupboards and refrigerator jumble and shake and break.


Cloud couldn’t breathe for a moment, fear coursing through him for a moment, but he gathered himself surprisingly quick and scrambled up the stairs.


-Fuck-.


He forgot. He –SAW- them earlier that day! He thought Vincent would somehow smooth things over… it had to be the warning shots fired by the Wutai troops and their monstrous carriages loaded with cannons and horrible weapons. People next door were screaming, but right now, they were not his major priority.


-Shit -.


Kadaj was against the wall with his jaw clenched tightly, shirt missing and leather suit in hand. He must’ve been planning on leaving, exactly like Cloud had feared that he might. His pupils had shrunken and eyes brightened to a blazing shade of electric green, looking at Cloud with a note of shock to his paled expression.


“ What –the- FUCK! “ Kadaj bellowed, divesting himself of his pants and pulling the suit on with haste now. Cloud didn’t pay attention; merely tucked in his shirt and pulled on the Buster sheathe, fingers slipping on the clips and buckles, shaking, no matter how hard he tried not too. Kadaj slipped behind him and almost cracked his face on the floor, but caught himself on the dresser.


“ Its an attack. “ Cloud looked over his shoulder, yanking on his gloves. Shoes… where the –fuck- were his shoes at? Under the bed…


“ Attack? “ Kadaj repeated weakly, watching Cloud as he stooped and lifted the futon mattress from where it had slipped. Dragging out a pair of weather-beaten boots. So –that’s- where the smell had come from. He pulled up the suits zipper and swore when it caught a couple of times, “ Where’s my Souba then? “


“ Fuck if I know. “ Cloud sat with a thump and yanked the boots on, lacing them deftly. He didn’t –really- knows where Tifa stashed away her things, and he didn’t exactly want to know this either. “ Uh… Tifa has a weapon case in her room for people who brought guns in. Check there. “


Kadaj said nothing, slipping his own still-sopping wet boots on with wet crunches yet some form of ease and hurried out of the room. That’s when Cloud switched feet and swiftly pulled the other shoe on.


“ I don’t see it! “ Kadaj screamed in a frenzied panic.


Cloud hustled down the hallway into Tifa’s room, where Kadaj had practically torn apart the glass case in a couple of seconds and was sifting through the contents, looking increasingly unstable. Cloud swore and heaved the case off of the old wooden crate Tifa had placed it on and swung it open. There, a number of rusty blades were, the topmost one gleaming in another explosion.


“ Lets go. “ Cloud pulled Kadaj along once the Teen had his reunion with Souba and almost tripped three times when he ran outside to Fenrir, the air smelling strongly of gunpowder and some sort of noxious gas. It was making people around him shriek and run mindlessly through the streets, trying to find some way out of Midgar, or, at least, away from the attack.


The Blond swung his leg about Fenrir and sat heavily in its seat, fumbling again to ignite the engine that groaned between his thighs and –nearly- didn’t start at all. But the bright bulb flickered to life and cast the first light of the evening across the front of the Inn, just when Kadaj slipped out like a black cat and came up along side.


“ What now? “ He seethed.


“ Get the –fuck- on. We need to find out where the attack came from. “ Cloud had to yell the last part over another burst, which seemed to be coming from the Sector over. He was busying himself with loading the Busters load, swinging it over his shoulder and into the sheathe there.


“ What about your friend? “ Kadaj’s voice had become nasal again. He seemed like his old self, spare for the fact that he –did- mount Fenrir behind him and held on to the belt twining about Clouds waist. The Blond ignored it and kicked his prized bike off.


“ Tifa can handle herself. “ Cloud said. He believed it… for the most part.


“ Hmph. “ Kadaj’s flicked his head back to remove a piece of stray white hair and watch the smoke rising into the dark clouds. It was illuminated by the shocks of Materia being used, “ I can see your –other- friend up there. “


“ What? “ Cloud looked, almost running into a couple of civilians. He was right; every now and then, there would be the spark of a deep blood red tattered cape leaping into view. It was part of the ex-Turks technique to attempt to keep the enemy at bay while he loaded, for as long as he could, and leaping away now and then seemed to preferred method.


At least these groups were grounded.


“ There then! “ Cloud swerved into a alley suddenly, the Teen’s grip on him tightening when Cloud guided Fenrir onto a piece of stable-looking garbage and leapt the bike over a dangerous looking fence, the entire thing jolting downwards as though it may shatter upon impact and made a horrible choking sound.


The Blond kicked it and the trail rattling stopped, simply continuing along as though nothing had happened at all.


Here, the trauma was far worse than in Sector Seven: fires were almost melting the houses here and turning them into molten steel dripping into the streets and over the people that were unfortunate enough to not get away in time. The ones who were still on the move screamed horribly, loudly, whenever the slightest rupture occurred, no matter how close or far away, and streamed around Fenrir like water in a stream.


From the direction of which they were all running was one of the massive and highly decorated carriage, which looked more befitting of a horrible tank as it was pulled down the wide street, the Chocobo’s pulling them warking and looking around blindly, their armor protecting them from the shots from Vincent’s gun and the occasional piece of rubble tossed at them from people refusing to leave their homes just yet, clanking off and crushing beneath their strong feet.


The Wutai troops were moving steadily through the city, horrible ancient masks hiding their faces with a flourish of feathers about their shoulders and back, making them appear larger than life as they storm through the streets, awe full looking weapons bared in hand. Now and then falling with Vincent’s attack and rising again with the bursts of Phoenix Down sweltering about them. It seemed like an endless battle upon Midgar’s expense. Just more punishment


Fenrir finally skidded to a stop when the rubble on the ground became too numerous, and Cloud kicked down the stand and eased himself off. Kadaj had leapt off before he had and was taking the bold trail, marching toward the troops before Cloud could even catch up with him.


“ Hold on! “ Cloud sprinted, the weight of Buster pulling on one side of his shoulder, “ Hold on just one second! You can just do this? “


“ Watch. “ Kadaj unsheathed Souba cleanly, the Shadow Blade gleaming with a bloodthirsty tint to the metal. It was horrible to look at, so Cloud had to force his gaze away.


The Troops spotted them almost instantly and stopped their tracks. The sound of their feet storming upon the ground ceased; only the sound of people screaming out for help and the roar of the fires not far away staining what would have been an other-wise quiet Midgar evening. Something as rare as a diamonds.


Kadaj stopped as well, with Cloud a little way behind him, the improved Buster sword weighing down his wrist with a comfortable weight. Their beastly faces were turned toward Kadaj though, as if he suddenly struck them, heads tilting now and them like Red XIII’s did when he was suddenly curious about something.


And then one pointed at the Clone, his glove heavy-looking and clawed, “ It’s the Great General. “


Kadaj looked back at Cloud, startled a little. The Blond just shrugged a little; apparently, that wasn’t part of the Teens plan at all. He was probably just about to rush them all with an attack. But then Cloud mouthed, ‘ go along with it ‘, and Kadaj rolled his eyes dramatically.


“ Uh… Yeah. It’s me. Sephiroth. “ … They were pretty much don’t for at this point, and Cloud was probably face-faulting by now. Kadaj’s eye twitched a little bit.


“ Its him! “ The apparent leader said, looking back at his troops. They all looked at him, muttering beneath their masks like a rush of wind, “ He lives. Like the stories say. “


“ Yeah. So you better watch out, fucker. “ Kadaj spat out and took Souba with both hands for a moment, striking a would-be fierce pose. The Troops remained where they were solidly, their weapons rising just a little bit.


“ Stop making yourself look like an ass. “ Cloud glowered.


“ Attack! “ The opposing General screamed suddenly, voice shrill and foreign. The troops ran forward like water gushing out of a damn, -almost- as though they had been just waiting for this moment and the cue to finally assault them. Kadaj relinquished the blade to a one-handed grip and brutally stabbed the first Wutai warrior that nearly attacked him, the Shadow Blade practically drinking up every drop of blood soaking into it.


“ Nice try. “ The Teen said, pushing the drained man off his blade and wiping at the regular blade lovingly, even as three more rounded on him instantly. Cloud rushed in for the attack that sent at least one of them into the throes of an overkill and back into the Life Stream where they belonged.


More were still coming… -fuck-, this was going to be a long night.






To be Continued…