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Becoming, Part One:
Metamorphosis
"I can't believe you can't get me out of this," Reno grumbled quietly as he stared at the floor of the elevator.
"You have only yourself to blame. Surely you didn't think you could refer to SOLDIER's revered general as 'Sexy-roth' in public, and not expect the man to hear about it?"
"Doesn't mean he should get to kill me."
Tseng briefly patted his young subordinate's shoulder. He truly did feel for Reno. The boy was only sixteen, despite the skills that had made him a sort of prodigy among the Turks, and youth could excuse a lot of things. But Reno had to learn that disrespect toward ShinRa's higher-ups was not tolerated, and though the kid's anxiety was perfectly understandable, Tseng himself wasn't very worried. He had handed Turks over to Sephiroth for discipline before. The few hours of menial busywork he assigned was nothing to the intimidation the general caused, and this exercise always made them better Turks afterward.
"I wouldn't deliver you to your death, Reno. All you need to do is obey the general's orders for a few hours, he'll probably lecture you, then he'll let you go. I think he wants you to examine his place for electronic bugs, he knows you're my best for that sort of thing."
"Wouldn't you know if Sephiroth's apartment was bugged?"
"Yes," Tseng agreed with his enigmatic smile, "but I don't want to spoil the challenge for you."
Reno groaned and rolled his eyes. "You know, it was a compliment. The guy ought to be flattered, yo."
"Sephiroth is not like other men. He is also hard to predict. You would do well to remember that."
They reached the end of the hallway, and Tseng pressed the door buzzer for the residence marked only by an ornate silver 'S' above the door. The tall man who answered it was like a marble statue come to life and made into a walking wet dream, leather and liquid metal eyes and shimmering silver hair illuminating the inhumanly flawless skin. Reno was too nervous at the moment to be aroused, but still, he had to appreciate how stunning the legendary hero was. A guy like that should be used to people talking about him, the young Turk thought, does he take offense and punish everyone who tells it like it is?
Sephiroth glanced at the redhaired penitent, then nodded shortly to Tseng. "Commander."
"As previously agreed, General, I leave this in your hands. But I request that you take Reno's age into consideration while you're reprimanding him. We were sixteen ourselves, once."
"Indeed," Sephiroth said flatly, showing no sign that he had ever been less rigid and serious than he was now. "You need not worry."
"Thank you. You can just dismiss him when you're finished." Tseng turned to Reno and fought the urge to hug or pat him. He was a father figure to all his Turks, but this one, his problem child, brought true paternal feelings out in him. "I should be finished in Midgar in the morning. We'll talk then, all right?"
"Sure thing, Boss," Reno drawled, holding tightly to his cocky air of confidence. It was a useful mask, one he'd worn so long that he often forgot it wasn't his face.
Tseng turned and was gone without another word. Sephiroth stepped back to let Reno inside and shut the door behind him, locking it with a few taps to the keypad. Reno thought that was odd, but then figured that the much-sought-after general probably had to guard what privacy he had. Waiting to be spoken to and trying to appear casual, the boy glanced around him. He hadn't thought too much about what Sephiroth's apartment would look like, but what he saw seemed fitting. Spotlessly clean, stark black and white, a simplistic style though every furnishing was expensive.
Sephiroth was watching him intently, saying nothing. There was no anger in the stare, no forgiveness, no vindictive pleasure. Well, a business-like approach to this was better than fury, but the silence was really getting to Reno. He took a guess at what Sephiroth wanted.
"Uh, look General, I'm sorry about what I said. It was just a joke, yo. But I didn't mean any disrespect."
"Very well," was the response, which Reno found hopeful. "Tseng tells me you have a gift for locating electronic recording devices. How exactly do you do this?"
"Oh." Reno shrugged modestly but smiled a cocky grin. "I can hear 'em. If I listen closely, even the most high-tech ones make a continuous sound on a certain frequency. For some reason, I can pick it up. Rude says maybe I'm part bloodhound or something."
"I didn't know he could speak," Sephiroth said dryly.
"A lot of people think that about you, yo. Uh, General."
"Indeed. You can start in here."
Reno headed into the living room agreeably enough, centering himself and hoping he would be able to concentrate enough with those intense eyes on him. I'm a Turk, he reminded himself. I can handle anything. Turks don't get intimidated.
The boy closed his green eyes, and tilted his face upward, scanning the still air around him for the telltale humming. Nothing so far. Who would be suicidal enough to spy on the general, anyway? Tseng could have saved them both the trouble -
Reno sensed the flurry of sudden movement behind him too late to do anything about it. Sharp pressure at the base of his skull, and the last thing he remembered was falling.
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His first hazy waking thought was that Tseng was going to kill him for drinking again, like it was his fault that Rod always had the good stuff in his cabinets and weclomed an all-night drinking partner. Despite his small stature, Reno was no lightweight, and he wondered for a minute how many shots it had taken to knock him down before he remembered. Sephiroth, the apartment. Was that where he was? The bed he was on was huge, silk-sheeted and comfortable, but unfamiliar. Even more worrisome was his complete nudity, and the padded cuffs locking his wrists to the bedposts. It sure put the dull pain in his head into perspective. No wonder he'd first thought this was a mere hangover.
"Not funny, General," he grumbled softly. So this was how he taught disrespectful subordinates a lesson? Must be why no one risked having to do it twice.
Assuming humiliation was the point of this and counting that mission accomplished, Reno concentrated on freeing himself. Escape from different types of restraint was something Turks trained in and practiced constantly, and so far Reno had defeated every type of rope and chain knot Tseng had set him. It was really just a matter of relaxing your muscles and limbs enough to shift them however much or slowly was necessary, and Reno, though restless, was stubborn.
But handcuffs, handcuffs were problematic. If put on while the prisoner was awake, Turks had a trick to expand the muscles of their forearms and then let them deflate, leaving the cuffs loose enough to slip through. If they were still too tight, all right, it would be less pleasant, but you had a choice of either dislocating your thumb and forefinger, or rubbing the wrist on the metal until you have enough blood to ease your way out. Reno preferred the latter, because the recovery time was quicker, and as a teenager he appreciated a good mess.
However...these particular handcuffs were so tight that he couldn't slide through them even a bit. They were padded on the inside of the rings, so he couldn't hurt himself with them. Clearly these were meant for play, not work, and Reno wasn't sure if he should be worried or pleased that he knew such a private thing about the reclusive general.
Reno had just accepted that there was nothing within the reach of his feet that could help him when the bedroom door slowly opened. The humorless general, no doubt, come to gloat about getting the drop on a cocky Turk. Well, fine, let him have his fun, the sexy bastard, as long as he hadn't brought friends or a camera or anything.
He hadn't. Sephiroth was alone, unarmed, shirtless and clad only in soft black sleeping pants. Don't get excited, Reno ordered his anatomy. If he got a rise from this admittedly drool-worthy sight, there was no way he'd be able to hide it. More urgent even than that, though, was Sephiroth's unwavering gaze. He didn't look like he was about to lecture or punish or mock. His silver eyes were flickering up and down Reno's pale, nude body. Was he surprised by how slender and small the boy was? Reno was touchy and defensive on that topic, frequently subjected to teasing and patronizing comments from the other Turks. Like it was his fault he was younger than them, and anyway, he was only sixteen. Still growing, right?
Then again, maybe there was another reason for the scrutiny. Reno was cocky (with reason) about his abilities, not so much his appearance, but he knew many people found him attractive, from the way they looked at him. The rare combination of striking red hair, rich green eyes and white skin on someone who seemed young and innocent could hardly go unappreciated in a mostly-male environment like ShinRa. Reno knew he was what people called 'pretty'.
He hadn't gotten much of a chance to use this advantage, though, there had just never been opportunity. He'd been under Tseng's watchful eye since age thirteen, when he began Turk training. The only one he'd connected physically with was Rod, who was ten years older. "I have wines older than you, rookie," he'd scoffed early that night. Hours later three of those bottles were empty, and he must have tasted realization on Reno's willing lips, because he'd pulled back and smiled with kind sadness.
"Tseng would kill me, kid. He specifically told me he would."
"So he doesn't have to know," Reno insisted, pulling Rod closer to nearly lay on top of him. "C'mon, I'm gonna get sexually repressed here. It ain't like there are many other fifteen-year-olds around outside of the army."
"I...we just can't," Rod sighed. "I like my job, and not being in jail."
"Don't you want me?" Reno asked, the doubting tone a good impression of what would be genuine timidity in any other child. The playfulness in his forest-eyes mixed not with arrogance, for once, but a very real innocence, and he bit his lower lip without thinking about it.
Rod didn't consider himself a pervert, but he couldn't deny that Reno, a cynical soul in a young nymph's body, had an allure that was tough to resist. No wonder the eyes of married executives followed him lewdly, no wonder all the Turks watched over him as a younger, pain-in-the-ass brother. Rod knew he wouldn't either lose or win this battle but something in between, as his tongue delved into the sweet, inexperienced mouth.
Another bottle eased his nerves, and a frank we're-just-friends talk the next morning soothed his conscience. But that night, with that strange charge of tension and forbidden want in the air, he had helped the teenager strip off his rumpled suit. While Rod sat mesmerized, quietly giving direction, Reno had lain nude on the carpet and slowly jerked himself off. All his frustrated adolescent need had only the unsteady voice to cling to, and the sight of Rod stroking his own cock to climax.
Why was he thinking of that now? Sephiroth's eyes held none of Rod's desperate, dirty guilt. But...the interest was there, shining silver, unburdened by conscience. How could this be? Sephiroth, who could have anyone. Who could have worldliness or complete innocence, why would he want a disrespectful kid who was neither and both?
"Uh, General," Reno forced out at last. "You got me. I learned my lesson, honest. I'm sorry, and I'll never say anything dis- "
The redhead's voice disappeared as Sephiroth sat down and cupped the boy's cock in his large, soft hand. He massaged, gently kneaded it, and after ceasing the struggles that were doing no good anyway, Reno stared up at him dumbly, feeling nothing yet but shock and the beginnings of real fear.
"You are smooth," the general said, in a thoughtful voice that matched his expression. "Completely. I am also."
In a less vulnerable frame of mind, Reno would have smugly found it amusing that Sephiroth, a walking advertisement for the miracle of mako, could have forgotten its side effect of suppressing the growth of body hair. Turks were enhanced much less than the SOLDIERs with their eerily glowing eyes, but their speed and deadly accuracy was no more natural than anything ShinRa produced. Everything was chemically altered, scientifically manipulated. No wonder young recruits cursed with beauty that was fresh and untainted were coveted so hungrily. Could it be purity that Sephiroth was looking for, in the flesh that hardened in his hand, the tiny gasps that Reno couldn't silence?
"Sir, w-why - "
"Shut up," the general said flatly.
"I'm sorry, I really am, I won't - "
Involuntarily, Reno's protests faded into moans and babbling that would have embarrassed him under any other circumstances. The hand was skillful, the lines of Sephiroth's body the stuff of fantasy, the face gazing down at him so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at. You'd have to be a corpse not to enjoy this, but then Sephiroth smiled, and it was faint and triumphant and smug, the look of Reno's detested father who had called him weak, and Tseng whenever he scolded like a parent instead of a boss. It was the look of older and stronger that Reno hated in adults who didn't realize he was one in all but age.
The young Turk growled wordlessly and aimed a kick at the general's head, furious and willing to die to make his point. Sephiroth didn't react with the expected violence and anger, he merely caught the offending foot. He put it down with a look of warning, then took two soft, strong ropes from the closet and used them to secure Reno's ankles to the two remaining bed posts, high up so that the boy's lower back was lifted off the comforter.
"I don't wish to hurt you," he said calmly, staring passively into the wide green eyes, "but the more you obey, the more pleasant this will be for you. And the apartment is double-soundproofed, so don't bother screaming. Yet," he finished with a smile.
"Sir, I'm sorry," Reno whispered (whimpered, really, but he refused to accept that). "I won't ever - just please - "
Sephiroth sat down on the bed, gently took hold of Reno's chin and turned it to make the boy face him. He didn't cover his mouth or gag him, only let his fingers play over the pretty features, but Reno went silent anyway, waiting with trepidation.
"You've never been with anyone, have you, Turk?"
Reno tried to scowl at that, maybe make a noise of contempt, but it felt pathetic, because the general would see through it easily. Maybe it was stupid to be ashamed of innocence, but that was a quality Reno had just never prized in himself, not even the physical part of it that had nothing to do with knowledge of the real world. Although, right now, with Sephiroth eyeing it like a rare jewel, Reno was beginning to wonder if he should have been more careful in what he wished for.
"You are puzzling," the legend said thoughtfully, trailing his fingers slowly down the neck to the chest. "Everything about you is raw and sexual, begging to be taken by any who dare, and yet you are untouched. You did not struggle because you don't want me, you fought because you think I'm going to force you."
Sephiroth took a large bottle of scented lubricant from the nightstand and tossed it onto the bed, then stood and let his loose black pants drop. He was a god, living marble too perfect to be human, but Reno was rudely awakened from his awe by what the deity said next.
"I am going to force you. I'm going to tear away your burden of innocence and make an honest whore out of you."
Reno froze, and didn't snap out of it until long, slick fingers began to probe him. He wiggled as much as he could (which was very little), trying to lift off of them, but then they touched that place inside that he had only ever heard about, and his back arched like a cat's. The angle forced the fingers deeper, increased the pressure, and they were spreading him, painting his insides with warmth. Sephiroth got between his raised and spread legs and worked his hand a little deeper.
"You want this. You've needed it so long. And no matter how much you're given, you will always crave more."
Reno tried to look at him defiantly, tried to feign boredom and distaste for this, but the pressure against that spot was stronger than he'd expected. Each slide of a finger into it was a jolt he couldn't guard against, and the pleasure was dangerous. Doubly dangerous. Because it was frantic and uncontrollable, and because it made a small part of him want to bare himself and accept it.
"You are unusually sensitive, even for a virgin," Sephiroth commented. He put the mouth of the lubricant bottle to the boy's entrance and squeezed, nodding as Reno shuddered violently at the sudden cold. "There are scientists who believe that red-haired people are more sensitive in general. They have lower pain thresholds, for example. How fortunate it would be if your capacity for pleasure was greater than most people's as well."
Sephiroth's finger went to one pale pink nipple and circled it with the tip, letting the nail be felt just slightly on this delicate area. Continuing to work his hand in and out, his other fingers toyed with the flattish nub, flicking and rubbing to bring a blush of color into it.
"This is...my punishment?" Reno gasped, managing a cocky, though brief, smirk.
"No. This is your lesson."
The general twisted the nipple, slowly at first, then harder and harder until Reno was trying to arch up to stop the pulling, and his face was tightening with a discomfort he tried to hide. At the same time, the prostate was pounded more fiercely, and caught between conflicting sensations, Reno wasn't sure which to feel. Sephiroth's calm smile expected an answer, or perhaps knew one already.
"This is your lot in life, little whore. Pleasure and pain together. You must learn to embrace it." Sephiroth's hand withdrew and was wiped clean, and he released the reddened nipple and made no attempt to soothe it. "Would reciprocity comfort you?"
Reno had no idea what he was talking about until Sephiroth lifted the red-haired head up off the pillow and, bending over him, guided Reno's mouth to one of his own pale nipples. Curiosity overruled any decision the young Turk might have made or rejected, a desire to know what that widely coveted skin tasted like. Head cradled in the large hand, Reno shut his eyes and closed his lips around the barely-raised mound. His tongue pressed it first, then swirled, and there was not the sense of salt that human skin was supposed to have. This was more like silky, pliant marble, flavored only with the lust that it soaked in daily. Sephiroth tasted like want, his own, everyone else's, Reno's.
Encouraged by fingers massaging his scalp, Reno suckled as he once had from his nearly-forgotten mother. He had the impression that he was supposed to bite, inflict pain as had been done to him, but if there was no way out of this, gentleness should at least be encouraged. Sephiroth made an almost inaudible hiss, an encouraging sound, and he held Reno's head in place as he shifted his own body onto the bed. It was very uncomfortable now, straining the muscles of his neck in order to reach the chest that bent down from between his legs. Finally Sephiroth urged him off, gently, laying the boy's head back down, green eyes preoccupied with the swollen nub that glistened with saliva.
"You like that," the general stated. "Older men who see you as a child will like that as well. It is quite becoming, the way your lips purse and your eyes close as though in contented sleep."
"Do you...see me as..." Reno trailed off, watched with apprehension as hands gripped his thighs.
"You are a larva," Sephiroth said simply, and without preamble or permission, began to slide into Reno's body.
It didn't hurt as much as he had expected, even with the suddenness of it and the virgin tightness. But it was intense, the thought that this stretching was caused by someone else inside him. And it was Sephiroth, everyone's fantasy, the man that any boy would eagerly choose for his first time. But it wasn't supposed to be like this, was it? The handcuffs, the rope, the deception? Gaia, either way, it felt good; it burned, but the fire was exquisite.
Sephiroth watched the boy's slight wince intently, and his expression didn't change when he began to thrust roughly and genuine pain widened the green eyes. The silly child was squirming, rattling the handcuffs and crying out, even as he arched up and moaned.
"The pain makes it better," the general instructed. "Makes it more real. You don't want me to be gentle."
He wasn't. Sephiroth fucked the inexperienced body to his own satisfaction, only taking the slightest care not to be unnecessarily rough. His aim was not to put the young Turk off of sex, but rather the opposite. And for all his youth and lack of consent, the boy made an agreeable partner, groaning and thrashing as his body tried to deal with these new sensations. Sephiroth's casual liaisons were usually with those his own age or older, frequently friends, only involving young ones when the beauty and innocence were enough to be worth the potential complications. This one was certainly beautiful, and that his purity was so clearly a burden to him fascinated Sephiroth. How could he not perform the kindness of ripping it away?
Reno's cheek fell tiredly against the pillow when Sephiroth withdrew. How long would it hurt? he wondered. A Cure spell was murmured, a flash of green, and his question was answered. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the general approaching with a handcuff key, just as something slick, cylindrical and smooth was forced into him.
"Unh!"
The Cure had healed any tearing and bruising that might have been caused, and it apparently had re-tightened the stretched passage. The dildo's (Reno knew enough to guess what it was) progress was eased by lubricant and semen and traces of blood, but the tightness made it feel like the first time. Only now, once he had recovered a little from the sudden penetration, Reno didn't like the cold of it, the inhuman hardness; it didn't fit snugly and stimulate as well as Sephiroth's cock had.
The general was reclined casually on the bed as he forced the toy in and out of the teenager's body. Reno breathed a sigh of relief when the warmed but still uncomfortable thing was withdrawn, and he felt he could breathe again without being broken on the inhuman organ. Another Cure was cast, easing the soreness all over but doing nothing for the tiredness that was beginning to set in, an exhaustion that even Turk training had not acquainted him with. There was no time to think of this. Sephiroth had merely been resting up, and now he hovered his body over Reno's and stroked the boy's trembling cheek.
"Do you like being filled?" the general asked, his voice a mockery of tenderness.
He did, part of him had felt not only filled but fulfilled. "No. Please, just let me - "
"I'm going to penetrate you again. Would you rather I fuck you myself, or would you prefer this?" The dildo slapped lightly against his sticky thigh.
"You can have anyone you want," Reno tried, attempting reason though it wasn't his strong point. "Why would you - "
Hard plastic jabbed him again, turning the remaining words to a choking gasp in his throat. Reno felt as tense as a coiled spring when this thing was in him, much worse than Sephiroth himself. One, however wrong and painful, was at least natural, the contours of his cock fitting well, stretching but rubbing places that sparked little fireworks of pleasure. The imitation cock was clumsy, even in a skilled hand, its only pleasure the steady thump against the the prostate, and the way it fit so badly inside was like another, separate pain. Fuck, if Reno had wanted this kind of sex, he'd have been fantasizing about fumbling kids his own age, not suave older men.
This is not sex, he reminded himself. This is rape. Sephiroth being hot didn't change that, didn't take away the sick feeling in the back of his throat.
The first few times, Reno had been sure each would be the last. Later, he found himself wondering if it would ever stop at all. Though naturally unable to sleep, the boy tiredly let his mind wander into reveries of the home he'd run from, his asshole of a father, to the better images of patient, exasperated Tseng, and all the Turks, his new family. Rude's stoic silence that couldn't quite hide his affection, Amaya and Kiisa's antics that made him laugh hysterically. Reno learned not to be jolted completely from his thoughts by a spike in the pain, though when the almost inevitable ecstasy picked up and began to carry him, he tossed his head back and let it. It was brief, but bliss, all that made the hurt and the force bearable. Then back to his distracting musings, as the Cure spell re-tightened him and the blood-streaked phallus invaded him again.
The respites were only minutes long, sometimes seconds. A few times, Sephiroth gently tilted his head up and patiently coaxed him to drink a few swallows of water. Once, the general inserted a catheter tube into Reno's penis with professional ease and drained his bladder. The dark sky outside told Reno that it wasn't morning any longer, and he was ashamed to realize that he wanted Tseng very badly. There wasn't enough energy to turn his head to hide the tears, or even blink them away fast enough.
"Poor child," Sephiroth crooned, laying his palm against a wet cheek. "So confused. It hurts, and you don't want it, but you don't like to feel empty either, do you?"
"Please," Reno whispered. It had been the longest break yet, ten minutes, and he didn't know what he was asking for in this relief, only that his body arched up gratefully when a few slippery fingers caressed his insides.
"This would be easier on you, hmm? I could pleasure you this way, make you come as you've been coming for me all day like such a good boy."
Reno clenched around the fingers, voluntarily this time, frustrated that he couldn't clamp down on them the way he needed to. The long digits took hold of his prostate and massaged and he moaned and rolled his head from side to side. It felt so fucking good, and it didn't hurt at all, but something was missing.
"You'll be fine, once you've learned," Sephiroth mused aloud. "You were made for this, you will make it part of your life, and all the men whose eyes follow you will teach you so much. Let's get you ready for them, my eager little whore."
"Let me go," Reno begged, even as the curling, massaging fingers were making his eyelids flutter. "Please...I don't want..."
"I'm going to penetrate you again. Do you want me, or this?"
"Not that not that please - " A frustrated sob swallowed Reno's pleas, this was not fair, this was worse than rape, it was something that made the rape satisfying by comparison. How could he want the cock of the man who was using him like this, be able to think of nothing else now but how it had felt for warm flesh to be tucked inside his own heat, stimulating every nerve in a way that this bruising toy could never dream of doing?
It was two more rounds before Sephiroth asked again, brushing fresh tears from the exhausted eyes with his fingertips. This time he did a FullCure, which banished every hint of discomfort from the body and cued the confusion and longing and mental pain to rush forward to fill the void. Cocky mask forgotten, Turk dignity discarded, Reno sobbed unabashedly in a way he had not been capable of since taking on his cynical, jaded persona, and he had never been hurt enough before that to need such a miserable release of emotion. In the midst of this, Sephiroth's behavior seemed oddly kind, petting the boy's silky red hair, pressing his lips to gather up and lick the tears, stroking him to full hardness and then climax so that he spurted just as the last shaking sobs were coming up.
"Tears can be seductive," Sephiroth seemed to be instructing him, pausing to nuzzle at his neck and jaw. "Pretty, wounded child. So many will want to save you, even when they realize what you are, and how far below virtue they must descend to have you."
"Please...sir..."
"You don't want fake anymore, do you? You want real. You want me."
Without waiting for the answer he already knew, Sephiroth guided himself inside and began to rock, making Reno's shoulders lunge off the bed and his head tilt back to brush the pillows. Oh, this was better, this was what he needed. He gaped through his gasps at the sight above him, marveling at the surreal beauty of Sephiroth, wondering how he could still find it desirable emnow/em. The orgasm that came didn't need to be coaxed or forced out of him as the toy had had to do. It emerged as easily as spring rain out of heavy clouds, something natural even if it was hard to understand.
Sephiroth returned to using the toy next, first wiping it clean of lubrication so that each Cure became an even more welcome relief. After what could have been two hours or six, he removed it, used the Restore materia, and asked the same question of the whimpering boy on his bloody sheets.
"I am going to penetrate you again. Would you prefer the toy, or me?"
"You, you, please," Reno answered quickly, fresh tears relieving the stickiness of his eyes. The general paused to grab some tissues and firmly wipe them and the rest of his face clean.
"Tell me exactly what you want, whore. You don't want me to misunderstand."
"I want you to fuck me," Reno breathed out in a breath he'd been holding. His cheeks flushed a little, but that was the only sign of embarrassment he would show.
"You are telling the truth," Sephiroth said with a faint smile. "Let me show you how much better it is when you want it."
Reno felt, but didn't see, his hands fall from the cuffs and his ankles from the ropes. A stiffness was in his limbs from being held immobile so long (the night sky was beginning to lighten) but soft hands were on them, massaging the muscles as blood flow was restored to normal. Clearly Sephiroth didn't have to worry about his captive fleeing or fighting (Reno was so exhausted that he couldn't even sit up) but the general's knowing smile made the reason for undoing the restraints clear. He knew Reno did want this, he observed the green eyes transmuted from fear to need with a scientific interest he would have been loathe to recognize in himself.
Sephiroth guided the young Turk's legs to wrap around himself, and when he entered this time it was smoothly, slowly, carefully. Reno's arms pulled the general down to him as his own head was lifted up, and when he cried out it was into Sephiroth's hot mouth, into the lips that swallowed his moans and the tongue that curled around his own with the heat of a dancing flame. Sephiroth's hair fell around them like a web of satin threads, and Reno groped at it, clutched it, wanted to wrap himself in it. Able to move now, he followed Sephiroth's rhythm, raising and lowering his hips to meet him.
"Gaia, fuck, fuck," Reno groaned as he pressed his face to a slender white neck.
"You'll never feel this much pleasure again," Sephiroth murmured, as the boy came with convulsions and a scream, "but you will always search for it."
Reno had enough strength only to turn his head to the side and sigh with relief as the organ inside him shot its seed deep into the satisfied, sore darkness. He wanted to keep looking at Sephiroth, but his eyes began to shut on their own, and he felt a pair of lips brush his forehead.
"You will be all right now. Sleep."
Sephiroth pulled out gently and eased the boy's legs back down to the comforter. Reno felt the withdrawl as he would have the loss of a limb.
To be concluded.