Reno's cock always throbs after a good kill. Hard and hot like the muzzle of a gun just fired and it wants to impale, like a bullet wants to ream through flesh. He roams the streets, his stride quick and long, hands shoved deep into his pants and his eyes all over the place. He's left Rude behind at ShinRa; the bald man apparently likes to mediate after a good kill and that idea fucks with Reno's head. Seeing Rude just sitting there, all still and barely breathing, eyes closed like they're replacing his shades and Reno's ready to throw himself out a window. So he paces the streets and watches the people and waits. Like a good kill and waiting for just the right moment so he can see the person's eyes, smell their fear, see their knowledge and then just a tiny flick of a finger and there's nothing left but a bloody pulp still steaming as innards become outards.

He wants to fuck. He wants to pound. He wants to eviscerate in a very sexual way. And then he sees her.

She's leaning against the wall, one foot against it and knee bent. Skirt too short, top too low, hair too big and makeup too thick and it's just the kind of nameless, faceless creature he needs. He approaches at a swagger, one hand in pocket and begins to deal.

One good hard fuck, anything he wants, as soon as possible. What's her price?

He brings her back to his place, strips her, tosses her on the bed and lunges. There's no kissing but her female body does all it needs to do to his and he's hard and aching and wants to bury his cock in something hot and tight and wet. He doubts he'll get just what he needs but it's a fuck and it's a woman and who gives a shit.

He pounds her ruthlessly, hands clutching her shoulders and hips ramming forward with a harsh tenacity. He's grunting and cursing and rearranging her body to suit his needs and soon enough he feels the tell-tale sign of his balls tightening. He pinches her nipples, twists them viciously and at her cry he comes. Hot spears shooting from his cock and it feels like it's coming from his entire body, curling his toes and twisting his face.

Reno slumps onto her, breathing hard, feeling the sweat drying on his body and his heart finally settling down. When he lifts his head, hers is turned away, a settled purse to her lips and he shoves off, gets up and disappears into the bathroom. The condom goes into the toilet and he gives his body a quick wipe down with a wet cloth.

When he comes back out she's pulling up her stockings. She lifts her head, eyes him coolly. He's already paid her so he waits and when she's dressed he watches her leave. Only then does he crash to the bed, spreads his gangly body out and feels the taut coiled tension finally ebbing in the pungent scent of raw sex.

THE END