At least he's hot

Chapter 7: retribution

Warning: There’s blood, rape, profanity, and all-out wickedness in this chapter. Proceed with caution.


Sephiroth was in a bad mood… even worse than usual. The mission to Kalm had been a nightmare, to say the least. The newly installed Mako reactor had leaked green slime all over town, all the animals had mutated, and several grassroots hippies had formed a mindless, angry mob bent on ruining his stay. The week and a half he had spent there had consisted of nothing but cleaning up sludge, killing human-sized rodents, and trying very hard to be civil. Not to say he hadn’t beaten up a few activists here and there, just to calm himself down. He had wanted to burn down the whole fucking town after the first few days.

Fucking hippies.

On top of all that, the bar served shitty drinks, the beds smelled like mold, and there wasn’t one gay man in the whole town. The last time he’d gotten laid was back in Rufus’ office… 13 days ago. He never went that long without fucking someone.

That wasn’t the end of Sephiroth’s problems, either. The list went on.

As soon as he arrived back in Midgar, before he could even have a drink, he was called to Hojo’s lab for a Mako treatment. Every time he took longer than expected on a mission, Hojo pumped him so full of Mako he glowed for a week. Yeah, the same sludge he had mopped up in Kalm was running through his veins.

It was not a pleasant thought.

Usually, being dosed with Mako made him feel all-powerful and godly, but this time it just amplified his bad mood. He either needed to fuck, drink, or kill very soon, or else he’d explode.

So, with grave determination, he left the lab, bought some booze, and walked to Rufus’ apartment. It was evening… the loser was probably watching soap operas or something.

Not for long. Sephiroth was going to get laid.

***

It was Rufus’ second day out of the hospital. He’d spent four long days in there, getting stitched up, sleeping, and hating Reno’s guts. Now he was well enough to exist without an IV, but he was still weak as hell. The wounds from Reno’s knife still hadn’t closed up, even with all the stitches. They were going to leave some nasty scars.

He hadn’t told a soul about what had really happened. As far as anyone knew, he had been knifed in an alleyway by a robber. Why a robber would cut him three times and put a cigarette out on his chest remained a mystery… and it was going to stay that way, as far as he was concerned. Watching Reno fry in the electric chair just wasn’t worth soiling his own reputation.

His brain was a mess of anger and shame, but he was just too tired to dwell on it. For now, he was content to sit around in his apartment, numb his mind with painkillers, and watch reruns of “The Don’s Mansion.” The show was a real TV drama filmed within the walls of Don Corneo’s colossal whorehouse. Mostly, it showed skinny girls with boob jobs crying about their eating disorders, but once in a while you’d get to see a dude in drag. It was worth it for that.

Just as a real good segment about a man named Charlotte came on, Rufus heard a knock at the door. Not just a polite rap, but an angry banging that rattled the hinges.

He really wasn’t in the mood for anyone’s bullshit. Everyone was pissed at him for falling behind at work… he wouldn’t be surprised if it was one of his father’s cronies checking up on him. I was hospitalized and no one fucking cares, he sorely thought as he heaved himself off the couch and limped to the door. He leaned in and looked through the peephole, just to see if it was anyone worth letting in.

He froze.

The distorted image of a slightly drunk, very irked looking General focused before his eyes. A half-empty bottle of booze was clenched in one black-gloved fist, and he could almost see the anger seeping from his pores… or maybe that was just Mako.

There was no way he knew about Reno… right?

“Rufus! Let me in or I’ll kick down your fuckin’ door!” he growled.

Well, Rufus didn’t have much choice, did he? The threat sounded ridiculous, but Sephiroth was just crazy enough to carry it out. So, with much reluctance, he unlocked the door and eased it open.

Sephiroth looked even more frightening without the distortion from the peephole. His face was marred with what looked like animal scratches, his hair was a frizzy, tangled mess, and his trench coat was torn in several places. He looked like he’d just escaped the gates of hell.

“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to let me in?” he snarled, breaking Rufus’ trance.

“Um… whatever you say…” Rufus meekly replied, trying not to sound frightened. He desperately hoped that the General was not here to screw. It was going to be difficult… no, impossible… to explain the cuts and bruises. He stepped to the side and flinched as Sephiroth rudely barged past him, strutting into the living room like he owned the place. His leather boots left a lovely track of mud on the white carpeting.

“What the hell happened to you?” Rufus asked, watching helplessly as Sephiroth flopped down on the couch and rested his filthy boots on the coffee table.

Sephiroth sighed wearily and took a pull from his fifth of cheap tequila. “A bunch of stupid shit,” he replied. “The reactor in Kalm leaked Mako everywhere and they sent me to clean it up. I think they just sent me there to piss me off.” He glanced up at Rufus’ widescreen television and smirked. The man named Charlotte was now having a bitch fight with a heavyset girl in a pink bikini.

“You actually watch this crap?” he joked. Rufus just shrugged, trying not to limp as he walked over to the couch and sat down.

Now Sephiroth’s Mako stare settled on the Vice President, looking him up and down. Rufus pulled up the neck on his shirt to cover the black and blue bite mark Reno had left, praying that it would go unnoticed.

“You look like shit,” Sephiroth finally stated, after an unnerving pause. “What the hell happened to you?”

Rufus swallowed nervously. “I just had a long week…” he lied. “I caught a cold.”

Sephiroth just snorted and took another pull from the bottle. He offered it to Rufus. “Have a drink, then,” he stated, as if booze was an obvious cure for the common cold.

Rufus sighed and took the bottle. At least it’s a cure for anxiety, he justified as he raised it to his lips. His eyes watered as he took a big gulp of the nasty liquor. He wasn’t even supposed to drink, since he was on all kinds of antibiotics and pain meds. Honestly, though, he just didn’t care what happened to him anymore. What could possibly be worse than being tied to a bed and slashed?

Death?

Whatever, right?

With that in mind, he closed his eyes and took another big shwill.

“Alright, alright,” Sephiroth cut in. “Don’t hog it.” He snatched the bottle back and raised it up, to make sure there was some left.

There were at least two more shots sitting in the bottom.

Rufus watched with amazement as the General tilted his head back and drained the contents of the bottle in one smooth gulp, barely flinching. He wondered if Mako treatments gave soldiers a higher tolerance for booze… or if Sephiroth was just an incorrigible lush. It was probably a combination.

“So… you can probably guess why I’m here, right?” Sephiroth asked, placing the empty bottle on the table. He leaned back in the couch and looked over at Rufus, waiting for the answer.

Rufus knew the answer, of course. When had the general ever visited him for a simple chat? He obviously was here for a piece of ass. The real question was whether or not Rufus was going to be able to dissuade him.

“Look…” he mumbled weakly. “I’m really sick. It’s probably not the best idea.”

He coughed, and added, “I think it’s the flu,” trying hard to make his voice sound raspy.

Sephiroth raised his eyebrows. “Is that the best you can do?” he asked, a touch of anger heating his voice. “You sound like a kid trying to get out of school.”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Rufus retorted. “I honestly don’t want to fuck right now, OK? Is that a good enough excuse?” He heaved an exasperated sigh and looked back at Sephiroth, trying not to waver his stare. It certainly wasn’t the best reply for the half-drunk general, but Rufus was not in the best state of mind, either.

Sephiroth’s unnaturally green eyes narrowed, and his face darkened with anger. His hands tightened into fists. It wasn’t difficult to see that he was pissed. He almost looked hurt.

“So you’re saying,” he slowly asked, “That you’d rather sit here and watch this stupid show than fuck me?” With frightening fluidity, he closed the distance between himself and Rufus, pinning the younger man beneath him. His tangled white hair formed a spider web curtain, blocking Rufus’ view of Charlotte’s cat fight.

“I have had a long fucking week,” he hissed, face inches from Rufus’. “All I want is for one thing to go right. Just one thing.” He snaked a gloved hand under Rufus’ black shirt and traced his fingertips over the bare flesh of his waist.

Rufus felt sweat form on his brow. Of course, Sephiroth’s hand felt good on his skin, but he couldn’t allow it. Either Sephiroth found the injuries, or he told him, soon. Fingertips were now slowly trailing up his stomach, inching toward the sore second cut Reno had inflicted.

“OK, just stop,” he burst desperately, grabbing the straying hand. He quickly pushed the surprised general away and scooted to the corner of the couch. “There’s something I have to tell you,” he confessed.

With forced control, Sephiroth sat back down on the other end of the couch, pushing his hair out of his eyes and crossing his arms. A look of absolute frustration distorted his flushed face. “This better be good,” he growled in a frighteningly quiet voice.

Rufus sighed shakily. There wasn’t much of a choice now… he had to tell the whole story. He weakly hoped that it wouldn’t lead to more near-fatal injuries. In a low, timid voice, he slowly spilled the beans, starting from the moment he dialed Reno’s number.

He awkwardly described the ‘date,’ even including the coke and whatever other drugs he had taken at the bar. Rather than flying into a jealous rage, Sephiroth was still as a statue. His features became completely unreadable, as if his face was carved out of stone. Only his Mako green eyes betrayed his anger, which burned like two reactor cores.

“All the drugs and booze caused me to pass out,” Rufus continued. “When I woke up, I was tied to his bed… naked.”

Sephiroth’s rapidly increasing anger felt like a force field radiating from where he sat… it ran a chill down Rufus’ spine. As he continued the gruesome story, the Mako-fueled general looked as if he was about to spontaneously combust. Green eyes smoldered fiercely with rage.

When he described Reno’s torture, his voice trembled uncontrollably. “He cut me three times… look,” he said, timidly raising his shirt to reveal the ugly, stitched up wounds that marred his chest.

Sephiroth’s radioactive eyes widened. His face blanched with cold fury. A scarlet trickle of blood slid down his chin from where he was biting his lip. Still, he said nothing.

Frozen like a deer in headlights, Rufus squeaked out the rest of the story, not forgetting to mention the incriminating tape that bound together the whole bloody package. When he was done, he shakily pawed a cigarette out of his pants pocket and lit it, sucking in the smoke in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves. He averted his eyes from Sephiroth’s, finding no consolation on the television screen, which now showed a severely battered, hysterical Charlotte.

Seconds dragged on like hours as Sephiroth seethed in hell-bent thought, head lowered. It was obvious that he was planning something… something horrible.

Rufus prayed that the plan was for Reno, not himself.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sephiroth stood up. In a deathly quiet voice devoid of drunkenness, he spoke.

“I’m going to break him.”

Rufus shuddered. Swallowing nervously, he asked, “So you’re going to kill him?”

Sephiroth’s lips twisted into a demonic snarl. “He’s going to beg me for death before I’m through,” he hissed. “What he did to you will seem like nothing.”

With that said, he turned and abruptly left the apartment, rigidly closing the door behind him without even saying goodbye.

Stunned, Rufus stared blankly at the door, half-expecting the general to come back in and elaborate. However, the door remained closed. Sephiroth was gone, off on another mission.

He sighed and glumly took another drag from his cigarette. A lump of ash fell on his white slacks. So, does that mean Sephiroth cares about me? he wondered. Or does it just prove he’s bloodthirsty and insane? He exhaled, watching the smoke curl through the air. He couldn’t even begin to guess which was true. Either Sephiroth truly felt sympathetic, or he was merely pissed that Reno had scratched up his new toy.

Only time would tell, he supposed. All he could do was wait, and speculate at what horrible tortures were going to be inflicted on Reno. Whatever happened, he hoped the incriminating tape would be destroyed in the process.


* * *

Sephiroth wasted no time. He picked up his sword and a few other items at ShinRa Headquarters, then headed straight for the slums.

Perhaps on a different day, in a different mood, he would have handled this more civilly… although he wasn’t sure. All that mattered was that on this particular night, Reno was going to get fucked.

Not just sexually, not just physically, but fucked, in every sense of the word.

Honestly, he had always considered Reno to be a friend… although not in the typical sense. Reno was simply the only other person he knew that was almost as crazy as he was. To put it bluntly, they were both nuts. Screwed up childhoods, war trauma, and their own off-balance psyches had separated them both from the rest of society.

They were outcasts… shells of human beings. And they both knew it.

Sephiroth didn’t feel compassion for others, but there was a twisted bond that he shared with Reno, a frightening similarity. Only Reno understood why Sephiroth killed with no remorse, and vice versa.

The things they had done in Wutai were monstrous. He was almost positive that he and Reno had committed the worst sins of anyone in history deep in those caves.

But now, Sephiroth realized that there was a big difference between Reno and himself - Sephiroth knew when to stop. He knew where to draw the line.

Reno, on the other hand, had just proved himself to be lacking in that category. Not only did he rape and nearly kill a ShinRa employee, but that employee just so happened to be Rufus.

Reno just had to pick Rufus.

Sephiroth had never felt possessive before. He had never cared what happened to his fucks. However, Rufus was different… he didn’t really know why, but the thought of another man touching him made his blood boil.

He had told this to Reno. He had warned him. Wasn’t ‘I’ll break every bone in your body’ a fair warning? Did Reno think it was an empty threat?

Because, as much as he was still in disbelief, Reno had not only touched Rufus, he had mauled him.

Sephiroth didn't give empty threats. What Reno had done was not only monstrous, it was a severing of a friendship. The respect that he had once had for the Turk was gone. If Reno had wanted so badly to piss him off, than so be it. He was going to pay.

And Sephiroth had something very horrible in mind for Reno. Something he would never forget.

At the very least, it would make him think twice before raping anyone again.

* * *

Reno knew what he had done the instant he woke up. There was no moment of confusion, no ‘oh shit’ or ‘what the fuck?’ Oh, he knew. He had fucked Rufus ShinRa’s brains out against his will.

He also knew that if Sephiroth wasn’t already here, he was going to be very soon.

He had gone to sleep prepared. His gun was under his pillow and his switchblade was in his pocket. Feeling regret for what he had done to poor Rufus was pointless… what was done was done. Only the future mattered now, and he planned on staying in> it.

As if on queue, something caught his eye. A flicker of shadow, nothing more, danced across the wall. A civilian would have dismissed it, but he was experienced enough in stealth to know better.

Sephiroth was quieter than he had expected. He was in his room.

The hiss of air was the only warning he got, and he took it. He sprang off the bed, grabbing his gun. A hairswidth away, the Masamune crashed down, slicing the bed in half like a big stick of butter. He barely had time to land before Sephiroth swung again, cutting through the shabby side wall a split second after he dodged away. Plaster and insulation showered the room like snow in a glass bubble. He fired twice, each shot deflected easily by the sword, and dodged again as Sephiroth relentlessly countered with another home-wrecking slice of his blade.

He had known that killing Sephiroth wasn’t going to be easy. Now that he was sober, he was beginning to realize that it might be impossible.

His thoughts were cut off as Sephiroth attacked again, instantly transforming his wooden dresser into a pile of splinters. He dodged, fired again… once again, he failed.

When his room was thoroughly demolished, the fight moved out into the hallway, then the kitchen. Sephiroth was a whirlwind of destruction, razing anything and everything in his path. Not a hint of doubt or fear showed on his pale features – his face was a mask of pure hate. Reno was trying hard not to show his own fear… with each slice of that razor-sharp blade, he grew less and less confident of victory. It also didn’t help that he was hung over... each dodge and attack was accompanied by a wave of nausea.

Reno’s kitchenette was not only a disgusting garbage dump, it was a dead end. Reno realized this with a pang of dread as his back touched the refrigerator door.

Immediately, the situation became even grimmer. Either he somehow broke past Sephiroth into the living room, or he killed him, fast. The General grinned maliciously, knowing he had him cornered.

The next movements happened in a split second, but they seemed to drag on for an eternity. Sephiroth attacked with a forward thrust of his blade, piercing through the fridge inches from the Turk’s skull. Taking that instant of vulnerability, Reno moved in, flicking out the switchblade that he had concealed up to this point.

Time altogether stopped as Reno’s blade plunged into Sephiroth’s stomach. It was too unbelievable to register. The general’s breath hitched, his green eyes widened. Blood soaked Reno’s hand. Icy air from the punctured freezer fogged around their still bodies. Someone was screaming outside.

“A small price to pay,” Sephiroth whispered.

“What?” Reno heaved, absolutely baffled by the sinister grin that remained on the wounded General’s face.

Then he felt it. A wave of warm numbness washed through his body. He blinked as his vision blurred.

“Sweet dreams,” Sephiroth sneered.

I’ve been drugged, was the last thought Reno was able to register before he fell unconscious. His body slowly sunk to the blood-soaked floor, an empty syringe lodged firmly in his back.

* * *

When Reno woke up this time, every inch of his body ached. He felt like someone had beaten the shit out of him with a crowbar. His muscles were on fire and his joints felt like they were riddled with arthritis.

He was in a kneeling position, and he couldn’t move a muscle. He was tied up. He was also naked… he could feel the cool air on his skin.

He was afraid to open his eyes. Honest-to-god afraid.

Sephiroth had drugged him. The whole fight had been nothing more than a trap, the fault in defense just a ploy.

It proved how pissed Sephiroth really was. He was willing to take a knife in the gut to get his revenge. The General obviously had something worse than death in store for him.

“Hey Reno,” snapped Sephiroth’s baritone voice. “Wake up.”

Pain exploded in the Turk’s jaw as Sephiroth brutally backhanded him. His mouth filled up with blood.

“Awake yet?” Another fierce backhand snapped his head to the other side. With much reluctance, he finally opened his eyes.

At first, everything was a blur. He was in a bright room, mostly white… it took a while before he could distinguish the details. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to discern a metal table, some computers, and all kinds of medical equipment. Sephiroth was kneeling in front of him, head tilted a little as he waited for a reaction. He was shirtless, and a bloody bandage was wrapped around his waist. A faint smirk was on his pale lips.

With great effort, Reno twisted around his head to see what was binding him. His eyes widened in horror. His arms were bound together with several thick leather straps, the kind used for restraint in mental hospitals. No wonder his joints ached… Sephiroth had twisted his arms at an impossible degree. The bindings were conjoined by a hook and chain which lead to the ceiling. His legs were bound in a similar fashion around the knees and ankles, although a bar between the binds kept his thighs spread. He tried to move, and found that Sephiroth had ensured he wouldn’t be able to slither out. He couldn’t even flex his hands.

“Recognize this place?” Sephiroth inquired. “Perhaps you’re not familiar with it, but I practically grew up here. You’re in Hojo’s lab, in the experimentation block.”

Reno gasped, the sound coming out as nothing more than a choked up rasp. A large amount of blood splattered on the white tile floor. He saw there was more blood already dried throughout the room… he had no idea whether it was his or Sephiroth’s.

“This is where Hojo makes his sick creations… hybrids of monster and man,” Sephiroth continued, unaffected by the crimson blood that was pouring down Reno’s chin. “Not many people even know this place exists… it’s top secret.” Sephiroth’s eyes glanced over to the metal table that was smack in the middle of the room. Reno followed his gaze… there were several gruesome instruments of torture strewn about on the surface.

“What do you want?” Reno managed to rasp, trying hard not to sound afraid.

Sephiroth laughed harshly, looking quite purely insane. He stood up and sauntered over to the table, picking up a sharp, wicked looking medical knife. Casually tapping it on the metal surface, he glanced back over at Reno’s compromised form. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you,” he said with a smirk. “Although… I was hoping to give you the element of surprise.”

He fingered the knife, testing the blade with the tip of his thumb. A prick of blood welled up and slid down his hand.

“First, since you enjoyed cutting Rufus so much, I’m going to cut you,” he stated, pointing the blade at Reno. “Not just anywhere, mind you… I’m going to pick the most painful parts of your body to mutilate.” Grinning maniacally, he lowered the blade until it was pointing directly at Reno’s cock.

Reno’s heart pounded in his chest… his mouth was dry… this was as close to panic as he’d ever been. Was Sephiroth going to cut it off?

Sephiroth put down the knife and eyed Reno earnestly. Reno wished he could pinch himself and wake up.

“Finally,” he said gravely, “I am going to use this.” Slowly, deliberately, he grabbed his cock through his pants. The smile had melted off his face, replaced by a look of grim severity. His glowing Mako eyes narrowed.

“I’m going to fuck you, Reno,” he stated.

Self control left Reno completely in that instant. He screamed, he writhed in his binds, he cursed. He screamed for help, for death, for anything but that. He felt his shoulder pop out of joint amidst his struggling, but he didn’t even care.

“Just fucking kill me! Kill me, you bastard!” he hoarsely screamed, fighting away tears. Sephiroth only shook his head with a look of disdain.

“No one can hear you,” he snapped. “Throwing a temper tantrum is only going to make me fuck you harder. Beg all you want… it’s actually turning me on.”

Reno bit down hard on his lip to prevent himself from screaming anymore. His whole body shook with fear. No one had ever fucked him before. He was a virgin. Getting fucked was something for the victims of Wutai, and the soft bitches around Headquarters.

He did not get fucked.

It was his worst fear, the worst form of humiliation. He would eagerly take death over being violated… at least he would die with his pride.

To be made into Sephiroth’s bitch? He prayed to the gods he didn’t believe in to be struck down, to escape this humiliation. Anything but this.

“Better now?” Sephiroth taunted. “Get it out of your system?” He picked up the knife and strode up to the Turk’s trembling form. “You know, you should just take it like a man, like your victims do,” he sneered. “Maybe I’ll even let you cum, if you’re good…”

An orgasm was the last thing on Reno’s mind.

“Now… where to start?” the General pondered. He crouched down before the Turk, summing him up. With the calm demeanor of a doctor about to perform a surgery, he selected an un-tattooed section of skin on his side, right below his ribcage. Raising the blade, he let the suspense hang in the air before cutting the flesh.

Sephiroth didn’t fuck around. He sunk the blade deep, and literally dragged it through Reno’s flesh.

Reno groaned, biting his lip harder to muffle the noise. Even for him, it was almost too deep to bear. It fucking hurt.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sephiroth asked when the cut was finished. There was a fat, red line where the knife had been. The blood poured out of it in a thick stream down his side, pattering steadily on the floor. “I can even see how you’d get into this,” he said, watching the stream of blood with a detached interest. His eyes then met Reno’s.

“You like being cut, don’t you?” he asked. “You like the pain?”

Reno shook his head, but his eyes wavered. That was enough for Sephiroth, who grinned.

He made the next cut a few inches down from the first. Relentlessly, he used the same pressure and speed to execute as much, if not more pain. Reno had a hard time not crying out.

“How did that one feel?” Sephiroth calmly asked, shooting the Turk a questioning glance. Reno just continued to bite his lip, averting his eyes. A nice crimson blush flushed his face.

“Tell me or I’ll cut off your dick,” he snapped. “Don’t think I won’t.”

“It hurts,” Reno gasped, forcing his voice to stay low. He fought another wave of hysteria.

“That’s all?” Sephiroth prodded, softening his voice. “I could have told you that.” He bent down and licked the wound seductively, running his tongue along the length of the cut. Reno groaned again, trembling at the sensation.

“Stop…” he gasped. He felt the blood rush to his groin. No fucking way… he was becoming aroused.

The protest only encouraged Sephiroth to continue, who placed his lips over the wound and expertly sucked the abused flesh, flicking his tongue over the gash.

Reno’s erection grew. “Please… just stop…” he pleaded weakly, helplessly watching as the silver haired general just made love to the wound with more fervor. A pale hand ran delicately over his skin, raising gooseflesh, tracing up his chest and then down to his waist. He shivered, nearly dying with embarrassment as his erection grew.

Finally, Sephiroth stopped his teasing and sat up to analyze the Turk’s humiliated expression. His grin was nothing less than demonic when he wiped the blood off his lips with the back of his hand.

“Priceless…” he smirked. “You are enjoying this. I only hope you’ll beg just as much for my cock… Now, where was I?” He still had the knife in his right hand, glistening with blood. Examining the Turk’s flesh, he mumbled, “Well, there’s a tattoo there… a scar there… looks like I’ll have to cut you… here…” He positioned the blade over Reno’s thigh, inches away from his half-hard cock.

Reno groaned pathetically, looking away from the knife as it descended on the tender flesh of his inner thigh. There were no tattoos there because it was a sensitive spot. That didn’t seem to bother Sephiroth, however, as he methodically inflicted another slow, torturous cut, just as deep as the others.

This time, Reno did cry out. It felt exactly like it should have – agonizing. His body jerked at the binds in reaction to the pain, and a cold sweat sprang out on his skin.

“Why aren’t you watching?” Sephiroth asked, studying the Turk with calm, emotionless eyes. “I thought you liked watching people bleed.” He grabbed Reno roughly by the hair and jerked his head down, forcing him to look at the throbbing crimson wound that marred his flesh. To his horror, his cock was still half-hard.

Blood slid from the cut down his leg, pooling under his knees. In a dark room, it wouldn’t have looked so shocking, but under the bright florescent lights, the contrast of red on white was horribly clear – like wine spilled on a new carpet.

Releasing his grip on the Turk’s hair, Sephiroth slowly inched the blade up to his cock. Smirking, he caressed its length with the blunt side, running the cold steel up and down his twitching shaft. Reno blinked hard, holding in the tears that threatened to leak out.

“Why so sad?” Sephiroth taunted, shrewdly noticing the wet glaze on the Turk’s eyes. “It’s not quite the same when you’re on the receiving end, is it?” He stroked Reno’s cock with his free hand, lubricating his fingers with blood. Reno suppressed a groan as the General squeezed the base of his shaft, forming a tight ring with his thumb and forefinger. He continued to caress his hardening length with the backside of the knife, running it delicately over the tip and back down the underside.

Reno couldn’t help but register that it felt good. Sephiroth was an expert at sex, along with everything else he did. Like his swordplay, every motion he administered was precise and calculated. He played Reno’s senses like a virtuoso playing a song, perfectly blending pleasure and pain for the desired effect.

“Hmm…” Sephiroth murmured, gazing at Reno’s now full erection. “Perfect…”

Reno gasped in horror as the General flipped the knife over and placed the sharp tip of the blade on the sensitive skin of his shaft. He’s really going to cut it, he realized, heart pounding.

“Don’t move,” Sephiroth chided softly.

The room began to spin as he pressed down and slowly cut a shallow, spiraled cut along his length. While Reno wasn’t able to watch the knife moments earlier, his eyes were now fixated in horror at the sharp, bloody blade that ran a stinging path around his cock. He fought the urge to vomit.

Small beads of blood formed along the cut. Sephiroth smiled and licked the blade, eyes glancing from the mutilation up to Reno’s blanched face, then back down.

“Perfect,” he repeated. Silver hair falling around his face, he bent down and licked the cut, trailing his tongue up his still-erect shaft. With lazy, half-lidded eyes, he swirled his tongue around the tip before he took the head in his mouth.

The tears finally fell out of Reno’s eyes as Sephiroth moved his lips down his length, slowly swallowing his entire member. Pain and pleasure were now one. Every inch of his cock ached with the contact, but all he could wish for was more. Sephiroth’s tongue swirled around his shaft as his head bobbed slowly up and down, lips wrapped tightly around his swollen length. He hated to admit it, but the sadistic General was giving him the best head he’d ever had.

He let out a shaky sigh, helplessly enjoying the sensations Sephiroth was expertly forcing on him. If he kept it up, he was going to cum…

His breath then hitched as he felt Sephiroth’s wet, blood-lubed hand slide over his ass. The hand hungrily groped his flesh, then slid towards his asshole.

He gasped in pure terror as a finger swirled around his entrance, then screamed as it pushed inside.

No pain or torture could have been as horrible as that intrusion. He would have taken a thousand bloody cuts over that one finger that was relentlessly forcing its way in him, violating him. Sephiroth grinned hungrily, withdrawing the Turk’s cock from his mouth.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum?” he snarled, watching as more tears stained the Turk’s cheeks. He nearly withdrew his finger, then slammed it ruthlessly back in. “You’re not going to cum until I’m fucking your ass.” His eyes ravenously took in Reno’s shame as he mercilessly finger-fucked him. Discarding the knife, he unzipped his pants with his other hand, pulling out his huge, stiff cock.

“God, just kill me, please,” Reno hoarsely begged, sobbing at the sight of the General’s porn star-sized erection.

“Yeah, beg me…” Sephiroth sneered, stroking his cock. “It’s making me want you even more…” He plunged a second finger into the Turk’s ass, groaning slightly as the unwilling muscles clenched in protest. Reno screamed a curse, struggling at his binds in a blind frenzy of panic.

Sephiroth voraciously drank in Reno’s fear like a wolf toying with its prey. This was exactly what he wanted. This was why he had taken a knife in the gut.

Reno was breaking before his eyes.

From this point on, the Turk would never be the same… he would walk around defeated for the rest of his life.

The rapist was finally being raped.

Reno’s blood ran cold with dread as Sephiroth slipped out his fingers and eagerly moved behind him. He could no longer see the General, but he could feel those eyes, ravishing his vulnerable body.

A calloused hand grasped his hip, and then he felt it - the tip of that big cock pressed against his already sore ass.

By then he was crying uncontrollably, past the point of shame, and his brain was racing with panic. This was it – he was about to get fucked.

Sephiroth’s groan was nearly drowned out by Reno’s agonized yelp as he slowly forced in his thick cock. He had to grip the Turk’s narrow hips with both hands to fit it through his tight, protesting muscles. The combination of stress and virginity made Reno painfully tight around his length, so tight he winced. He sighed with satisfaction when he finally managed to squeeze in to the hilt, planting a mock lover’s kiss on the Turk’s quivering shoulder.

“You’re a tight little bitch, did you know that?” he hissed in Reno’s ear, running his hands over his skinny chest. The Turk just sobbed, unable to voice his pain. Sephiroth chuckled softly, and nearly pulled his cock out completely before firmly slamming it in again. “Tighter than Rufus…” he whispered.

Sephiroth’s cock hurt so bad Reno couldn’t even breathe. It felt like he was being split in half. He had seen the General fuck war prisoners before, and had merely laughed at their reactions. Real fucking funny, wasn’t it? He whimpered as Sephiroth repeated the same deliberate thrust, making sure he felt every inch.

“I haven’t had a virgin in a long time…” the General reminisced as he ran a hand over Reno’s shrinking cock, moving his own swollen cock in and out at a quickening pace. “Feels fucking good…”

Amidst the pain, Reno vaguely became aware of a strange pleasure that washed over him when Sephiroth’s cock thrust in all the way… like something he was hitting up there was being aroused. It must have been his prostate. The fact that anything resulting from this situation felt good just made him hate it more. He bucked at his chains again, cursing hoarsely.

Sephiroth grinned, reading Reno’s mind like a book. He kept his hand on the redhead’s cock as he rhythmically pounded into him, teasing it with skilled fingers. Like clockwork, it grew hard again in response. Reno’s frustrated moan was truly memorable as his body betrayed him.

No fucking way… there’s no way… The thought repeated itself over and over in Reno’s frenzied brain as he felt the blood rushing to his groin. This can’t be happening… Sephiroth’s hand deftly stroked his growing arousal in rhythm with his painful thrusts.

“Good boy…” Sephiroth whispered, raising the Turk’s hips with his other hand to get a deeper angle. “Take my cock…” His hips were now positioned slightly under the redhead’s ass, enabling him to slam his skinny frame down onto his shaft.

Reno’s breath left him with a hiss as Sephiroth penetrated him even deeper than before, his big cock now hitting his prostate harder. He groaned frantically, lost in a flood of pleasure and pain. The General’s hand tightened its grip on his shaft to match his relentless thrusts. It wasn’t possible… he was going to cum, whether he wanted to or not.

“Shit,” Sephiroth cursed, biting down hard on Reno’s shoulder. He quickened his pace, furiously pounding into the Turk. He could feel Reno was about to cum by the way his body tensed around him, and the bead of precum that had leaked out of his shaft. He was close himself… Reno was simply too tight to allow him to last very long.

Reno came with a loud moan, half-consciously grinding down onto the General’s cock as he spilled his seed into his hand. Sephiroth followed seconds later, grabbing the dizzy Turk’s hips with both hands and slamming his cock in with one final, brutal thrust.

For a while, neither of them could move as the rush of orgasm coursed through their veins. Sephiroth rested his head against Reno’s shoulder, catching his breath. The Turk was too exhausted to protest, letting his eyes drift shut. For a couple of seconds, they looked almost like two lovers, leaning relaxed against each other.

However, as soon as the heat of orgasm left Reno, reality set in like a stone in his gut. He was too mortified to even groan as Sephiroth pulled his softening cock out of his ass. Slick cum dripped down his thighs, mixing with blood.

Sephiroth raped me.

He couldn’t even cry anymore. He watched listlessly as the silver haired General stood up and stretched lazily. He cleaned himself off and zipped up his pants.

I enjoyed every fucking second of it.

Sephiroth fastened on his belts and threw on his trench coat. He brushed the hair out of his eyes, glancing into a small mirror that hung on the far wall.

I enjoyed being raped.

After he had pulled a few knots out of his tangled hair, the general turned to face him. There was no sneer on his face, no look of triumph. He just looked serious.

“I hope you’ll think twice before crossing me again,” he stated bluntly. He pulled a full syringe out of his coat pocket and popped off the cap, walking back over to the bloody mess where Reno hung. He almost looked sympathetic as he wiped some of the blood off the Turk’s chin with his sleeve. “Just tell me one thing, though… why did you do it?”

Reno almost laughed. Here he was, kneeling in a pool of blood and cum, raped of pride, beat to shit… why did he do it? Had fucking Rufus ShinRa really been worth it?

No. Of course not.

“Coke and booze,” he murmured, voice hoarse from screaming. “Coke and booze…”

Sephiroth snorted. Drugs and booze. He believed it. Reno wasn’t exactly a genius.

“Well, next time you’re fucked up, get a goddamned hooker,” he spat. With that, he stuck the needle in Reno’s shoulder and pushed in the plunger.

Reno welcomed the darkness as it closed in around him.