Title: Toy part 1/3
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: Nc - 17 violence, torture, rape, swearing – the whole shebang
Pairing: RenoxLozxYazooxKadaj
Summary: Reno is caught by the Remnants
Feedback: Will be adored and squeed over
Author's note: Um…yeah…so this is what dearly beloved padawa would call: 'Teacher on too much pear-brandy. Again." Fortunately she's easily distracted by a butt-naked Erestor. *evil cackling laughter*
Yeah, I know the Valenwinds make me all fluffy, but really, I'm evil, evil I tell you! Consider this your first, last and only warning.
And pass the pear-brandy, s'il vous-plait.
I apologise for Yazoo turning out like some sort of cold-blooded psychopath. That wasn't my intent. I do *not* apologise for Kadaj turning out like some sort of sadistic psychopath, however. That was the intent.
And I *love* Loz, so no bashing, please.
Muse: This pic .com/art/Yazoo-Reno-Loz-79703952 NSFW!
Yes, Reno thought, it had been a bad idea, a very bad idea, to look for information on the three Sephiroth-like brothers that had suddenly emerged out of nowhere. It had been such a bad idea that Rufus had explicable forbidden him to do so, and Rude had not even wanted to listen to arguments. But Reno's impulse control was as bad as ever, and his instincts as good; not only had he found their hideout, he had done so on his own.
That was, of course, another bad idea. But he hadn't realised just how bad until now, when three coldly amused faces were staring down at him lying tied up on the floor at their feet.
"A spy." This must be Kadaj, the brother in charge; Reno had met Sephiroth briefly during the legends years amongst Shinra and he could see the shallow resemblance. But where Sephiroth was all control, Kadaj seemed nothing like that; an aura of violence and wanton cruelty swirled around him, and it scared Reno to the very core of his being. As a Turk he'd seen a lot of things, met a lot of madmen who would kill or maim without a second thought. But Kadaj was different even from them. Kadaj would not just kill him, but enjoy the pain he could inflict; it was clear in those insane, cold green eyes that stared down at him, like a snake with a prey. Reno swallowed, tried to gather his thoughts. There was one glimmer of hope as he saw it; they didn't seem to recognise him as a Turk, or even as one of those who had stolen Jenova from them. "What should we do with him, brothers?"
"Nothing. Just kill it and be done with it." The long-haired brother – Yazoo – raised his gun and Reno gasped for breath.
"But it's pretty." The last brother, the biggest one, studied him as a cat might study a mouse. A very big and strong jungle cat, and a very, very insignificant mouse. "I want to keep it as a toy. Can I?"
Kadaj seemed already bored with the subject, as if a matter of life and death wasn't something that could keep his attention for very long.
"You and your toys." He gave his brother a faint smile. "Do you promise to take care of him?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll take care of it – me and Yazoo will take care of it. Right, Yazoo?"
Loz turned a pleading gaze towards his slimmer brother who lowered his weapon and seemed to look at Reno for the first time, a slow, judging gaze.
"Say, Kadaj," Yazoo's slow drawl sent shivers down Reno's spine; there were something inhumanly snake-like over all the brothers, but perhaps mostly Yazoo. He kneeled gracefully and a cool, smooth hand caressed through Reno's red hair. "Can we keep this one? Loz is right; it would make a wonderful toy."
Reno's heart started up a frantic staccato; he could figure far too well what the pale Remnant meant. A chuckle came from behind him and suddenly Loz burly body pressed up against him, a strong hand slipped under his shirt and started mapping the plains of his chest. Reno's breath hitched with terror, but there was nothing he could do; hands tied behind his back and defenceless. Kadaj seemed amused by the situation and his brothers' sudden interest.
"Sure. Have fun; I'll be back tomorrow." He smiled, his predatory gaze sliding up and down the scrawny prey caught between his hungry brothers, seeming to relish the desperation in Reno's face. "There will be plenty of time to figure out who he is later."
Reno was dragged into a bedroom and thrown carelessly down on the mattress; squirming he tried to move away but it was of course useless; Loz grabbed his flailing wrists and pulled off his shoes and socks; Yazoo straddled his hips and kissed him hungrily.
*Alright, alright, calm down.* Reno thought, trying to fight the panic that threatened to engulf him. *It's just sex, right? It's nothing you haven't done before, so it can't be that bad…Except, this time, I don't want to!* He tried to smother that thought; right now he just had to get through this somehow. *Look, they're bloody gorgeous, ain't they? Strong, smooth, beautiful…you can do this, you can do this, just relax.*
"Yo, guys," Reno panted, trying to swallow his desperation, "if you untie me, I can make this a lot more fun for you, you know. I can…"
He was cut short by Yazoo's hand slapping over his mouth as the silver-haired man kissed along his jaw, down his neck, not even bothering to tell him to shut up. Panic surge through Reno; and unstoppable wave of terror. *I can't do this! They're going to fucking raping me!*
Loz was pulling at his pants now, and Reno freaked; panicking he buckled, kicked and bit down hard.
"Ow!" Green reptile eyes blazing Yazoo tore his hand away, but it came back, hard, on Reno's chin, knocking his head back and making stars swirl in front of his eyes.
"Yazoo! What happened?" Loz parried the kicking effortlessly, but now he let go of Reno's legs and the pants drawn halfway down the knees, and scrambled up to his brother.
"The toy bit me!" Yazoo hissed outraged, clutching his wounded hand.
"Awww…let me see."
Dazed with pain, Reno watched as Loz with unexpected tenderness cleaned the wound, put bandage on it and kissed it to make it better, soothing his angry brother with caresses and soft words until Yazoo calmed down and kissed him back. *The Hell do they need me for?!* Reno thought through the haze of pain and fear as Yazoo helped Loz out of his jacket and Loz threw Yazoo's leather robe on the floor. *It ain't the first time those two shared a bed and more.*
"I…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt…" He started once two pair of reptile eyes were turned towards him, but this time he was interrupted by a gag being pressed between his teeth.
"A shame," Loz sighed as he tied the knot, "It seemed to have such a pretty mouth."
"I suppose it can't be both pretty and clever," Yazoo shrugged and tore Reno's shirt open, giving his attention to the taste of red nipples as Loz continued to pull off the struggling pants, finally getting them off despite Reno's now weak struggles.
It happened, as it had to happened, because Reno could do nothing to stop it; he had a few seconds as he was hauled up to his knees to wish feverently for any kind of lube, and then he was pulled down into Loz's lap, a slick - *Thank Gods for small favours!* - cock impaling him and his scream was muffled behind the gag. Yazoo's mouth closed around him, and he was hard and needy and why the Hell was he turned on by being raped?
"Yeah, keep wriggling and squirming. I like that." Loz grunted in his ear, and Yazoo sniggered, and Reno realised that he was grinding and pushing along with the brothers, following the ruthless pace and biting down hard on the gag not to moan or whimper. Loz held his head back by his hair, kissing his bruised jaw; Yazoo caressed his thighs and teased his cock, and it was all too much.
Reno screamed, again, behind the gag, his hips twisting forward in Loz's grip as he came violently and very unwillingly.
He only had a few minutes to try to remember how to breath before he was pulled back all the way into the grinning brother's lap and took another two, three thrusts before Loz came as well.
"You want to play with it?" Loz asked as he loosened his crushing grip a bit.
"Sure, turn it over."
Reno was dumped on the bed, and flipped over on his back, trying to shake his head, trying to say stop, but one look up on Yazoo's green cold eyes was enough to know there would be no stopping until they were done with him.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty," Loz cooed, stroking Reno's hair from his face as Yazoo pulled Reno's legs up on his shoulders and leaned forward. "Almost as pretty as you are, Yazoo."
"You are so sweet, Loz."
They met in a kiss above Reno's face, Loz hand turning into a fist that pulled at his hair, Yazoo breaching him. *They're lovers, and I'm just their fucking sex toy, something new and kinky to amuse them! Gods damn it, how will I ever get out of this mess?* Reno had no idea, and for the first time the sharp fear of rape was being replaced with the darker looming threat of death. *I don't want to die! Rude, where the Hell are you? Get me away from these freaks! Come and save me! I need you… *
But Rude didn't suddenly barge into the room with an army of Soldiers at his back, and he was alone with the two brothers that only thought of what kind of fun they could have with his body.
**
When they were done, the brothers crawled together, Yazoo stretched out over Loz's heavier body as if they'd just made love – tenderly – to one another, not fucked the Hell out of their poor toy that now lay discarded and bruised next to them.
"I like this toy," Loz said sleepy but sated. "Do you think Kadaj will let me keep it?"
"Maybe." Yazoo yawned and snuggled down on his brother's broad chest. "But he'll want to borrow it."
"No, he can't!" Loz pouted. "I don't want to lend him toys anymore; he always breaks them."
"They mend. They heal. Eventually."
"The last one didn't. He broke it too much."
"So, we'll get you a new toy, Loz. Don't cry."
"I'm not crying! And I want to keep this toy."
"You said the same thing about the last toy," Yazoo said wearily, "and the one before that."
"But they weren't this pretty."
"That's true. But this one makes too much noise. And I don't trust it. It bit me." Yazoo sighed. "No, please don't cry Loz, we'll talk to Kadaj tomorrow, I promise."
"Yeah. Alright."
Reno felt the broad hand twisting in his hair, using it as a leach to pull him slowly but inexorably closer, and he could either move with it or have his hair pulled out of his head. Wincing at the pain, he scuffled as best as he could towards the embracing brothers; when he was lying with his back pressed against Loz's side, his gag was removed and two fingers, one slim and one thick, invaded his mouth. Obediently he sucked, playing with licks and lips over the damned digits. What else could he do? He didn't want to be broken beyond repair by Kadaj.
These…creatures…that talked about him as if he wasn't even a sentient being but only a toy scared him, but at least they'd shown what they wanted from him, and he could survive that, at least as long as he could keep the shock and horror from taking over his mind completely. The thought of Kadaj was a completely different terror, one that seemed to freeze him to the very bottom of his soul. It was a purely instinctive reaction, born from that one look from the cold eyes, but he didn't question it.
Whatever it took, he had to stay away from Kadaj, if he wanted to survive.
He'd lost Yazoo as soon as that stupid dumb-ass bite, but Loz was the weakest link in the trio of brothers; he had to be. He was big, big and stupid and Reno could use that, had to use that. The burly bother found him pretty and fuckable; all he had to do was to keep Loz so interested in him that he'd keep his insane brother at bay until Reno could find a way to escape, or being saved. It was a pathetic, desperate plan. But it was all he had.