There is Hope in Pandemonium

Rating: M for violence, descriptive imagery, sexuality in later chapters and more. You have been warned!

Summary: "Vincent felt the rumble deep inside him that was coming from Chaos. He was surprised at the demon's open admission. Reno's smirk only widened to a more feral one. That rumble sounded surprisingly like a purr."

Note: so much for standing by that… here is the sex scene for those that reviewed! Also I'm leaving the country for a week to a place with no internet (horrible, ain't it!) so after this one the earliest update will be not next weekend, but the weekend to follow. So review till then, ne?

WARNING LEMON!

Chapter 12 - PASSION

The door to the older man's bedroom closed and clicked locked before the light came on. Reno looked the place over. It was as small as his own room with a bed as big as his. The only difference was the dresser against the wall opposite was full and there was a small wooden table and chair set in the corner behind the door. The table itself was completely occupied and Reno quickly recognized the infamous Death Penalty lying in a velvet-lined box and another gun he did not recognize pulled apart to be cleaned.

"Make yourself comfortable," Vincent threw over his shoulder as he walked into his small bathroom.

With a smirk the redhead looked over the parts of the pulled apart gun and quickly recognized it as a bolt-action rifle, with quite a few modifications to make it work better. He walked to the dresser, refilled the glass that Vincent had taken from him and left there, and put his bottle down to take the glass instead.

Vincent came out of the bathroom a moment later and Reno finally noticed how he was dressed. A pair of black slacks adorned those slim hips, the usual metal coverings of his boots were gone and they appeared as regular knee-high boots above the slacks, and a black button down shirt clung to his muscles nicely. The ever-present glove on his left hand was buckled under the sleeve of the shirt which was rolled up to the elbow.

"Hmm…" Reno smirked and walked up to the older man as he took a sip from his drink. His free hand came to his shoulder and he nudged the man to turn before pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. "I like," he answered the unspoken question and one leg came up to straddle the sitting man as his head ducked down to kiss him.

Their lips met in a much more restrained manner than the kiss on the balcony and Reno found himself liking the feel of the other man under him. His free hand ran up to the back of his neck and wound his fingers in the thick hair. When they pulled apart Reno took another sip from the glass of scotch. Vincent took the glass from him, took a sip for himself, and with one hand on the redhead's hip guided him a way so he could lean down.

The glass was dropped off by the foot of the bed and Vincent's gloved hand crawled up Reno's one standing leg gently before going back to his hip. His red eyes focused up at the redhead once more and when Reno leaned down to kiss him Vincent's hands wound around the redhead's waist and one found purchase on his ass.

Reno moaned into the kiss, pushing back into the hand and with hands on the older man's shoulders until he was lying down. As soon as he was the other leg joined the first and he lay atop Vincent straddling him. "Hmm… ya taste delish," Reno muttered as his lips connected to the other man's neck and drawing a deep rumble from him in response. While one hand supported his body above the other man's the other worked on pulling apart the buttons of his shirt. As soon as the path was cleared his lips followed. Vincent's own hands followed the example but started from the bottom up, cold and gloved fingers alternatively brushing against the redhead's stomach and making him shiver in response.

Reno kissed down the man's chest, running his tongue across the star-shaped mark on his collarbone before slowly moving lower. When he was done with the shirt though he was surprised for the leather covered hand moved into his hair and grabbed it roughly. His eyes focused on a large scar on the man's abdomen and just as he was about to lean down to kiss it the hand in his hair tightened and pushed him further down, making him miss. He glared up at the man in annoyance but after noticing his head resting back and eyes closed Reno returned to his task. He wanted to hear some sounds from the man, damn it! He slid off the bed to rest on his knees between the older man's legs and worked on the buckles of the belt before undoing the fly of the slacks.

Vincent's hips lifted at the first tug then off the bed completely when his slacks and briefs slid off completely. The boots were easy to undo with only one buckle and a zipper each before they slid off to allow the slacks to disappear completely. He noted a pause in the redhead and immediately his eyes clenched shut. What the hell was he doing! He was a fucking mutation! Why would the man go down on him? He released the hair so he could sit up and push the man off, but just as he did he felt a warm, wet heat envelop him.

"Fucking Shiva," he moaned out, hunching over the head of red that immediately started working him into full arousal. His hands latched onto the Turk again and his gloved hand clawed up the man's back and lifted his shirt when he felt the little bitch swallow around him, tightening and constricting in the most pleasurable way possible.

A moment later the pressure ceased and turned to playful and teasing licks before pulling away completely. The gunman watched as Reno took the glass of scotch and took a large gulp from it, hissing it out, before standing up. He threw his shirt off completely and worked on taking off his slacks.

Right before they slid off he reached into his pocket and took out a small bottle that looked like eye drops and a package that Vincent recognized more easily as a condom.

"You come prepared?" he laughed softly and reached out to help the redhead by sliding his slacks off completely before running his hands up those amazing legs.

"Always, yo," the redhead grinned and pushed the man back to lay down. "I am an optimist, scoot up."

Vincent smirked at the words but instead of doing as told he sat up just as the redhead went to straddle him again. He kept Reno from falling, or moving, off by placing one hand on the back of a naked thigh and gripping hard and the other on the small of his back, trapping his ponytail to his back. "Now, now…" he muttered softly as his lips descended on the chest bared to him. "What makes you think I am listening to you?" he nipped at a nipple and felt the hands on his shoulders tighten and heard the redhead moan. His fist then wrapped around the end of the ponytail and yanked harshly, bearing a throat that his teeth latched onto.

"Fuck… fine, whatever… just come on!" Reno started whining, his hips pivoting forward then arching his back so his ass could tempt Vincent's gloved hand to reach for it. Once it did the redhead moaned even louder.

The older man just chuckled into the hollow of the redhead's throat and yanked on the hair again, indicating for the redhead to get off of him. Once Reno was standing on shaking legs before him Vincent also rose, looking over the aroused and blushing mess in front of him,

The Turk glared at the older man then at the hand that had abused his ponytail which waited open in front of him. The small bottle and condom were dropped there. Vincent's gloved hand wrapped around Reno's upper arm and easily spun the redhead around before practically throwing the other on the bed. Vincent was aching by the time he crawled onto the bed right after him. Shedding his undone shirt so that all he wore was the elbow-high glove.

When Reno regained himself to turn around it was just on time to see the older man slinking towards him like a deadly black Cuahl, as sleek and elegant as the lethal feline. Then those lips were on his again, tongue thrusting in his mouth in a weak imitation of what more he wanted. That deadly hand was in his hair again and it yanked once more, forcing the redhead to turn on his stomach as soon as the kiss was over.

Vincent kissed down the other's neck and back, hands on hips now and pulled them up to let the redhead settle on his knees. His lips came to the small of the other's back before his tongue connected with a long scar that ran the length of the other's back and he went right back up to the neck following it. There he nipped right under the ponytail and his hands came to play as well, pulling at the elastic and finally freeing the cascade of blood over the other's back.

He ran his fingers through the red hair and heard Reno moan under him before thrusting his hips forward, his length sliding between the other's cheeks and away harmlessly. Reno moaned louder at that action.

The sex-drugged Turk felt the gloved hand that continued to rub through his hair, the worn leather catching on the sweat-damp tresses and tugging every now and then, causing slight discomfort but also working on arousing him even further. The sinful lips were running down his back once more and over to the curve of his ass before teeth nipped at one cheek and then disappeared completely. The hand from his hair disappeared as well and Reno propped himself up on his elbows, looking over his shoulder to see the older man open the small bottle and squeeze some of the lube onto his naked hand.

As annoyed as he was at the glove the redhead could not help but imagine what that would feel like inside him. Still he did not want to voice that and when the first lubed finger entered him roughly he bit his lip to stifle a yelp and let it turn into a high-pitched moan instead. After some searching and prepping the redhead moved his hips back and without any warning the first finger slid out and two slid back in, stretching him further.

The lips were on the small of his back again and moving up before the saw the gloved hand resting near him as the older man held himself above the redhead. Reno watched as the gloved hand came down to the elbow and felt the other's chest against his back, long black hair tickling his sensitive sides, and heavy erection resting against his outer thigh.

The Turk rocked back once more and after a moment the two fingers exited and returned with a third. They were slower this time in their intrusion but after a moment Reno felt the tell-tale pressure before climax even though his length had softened slightly. The teeth nipped at his neck and shoulder, and the cock by his thigh started moving slightly, a less intense version of the fingers that now pumped quickly in and out of him.

Reno moaned loudly, threw his head back and to the side to bear his neck to his attacker even more and hips thrusting back. Then his head dropped, summer eyes focused on the gloved hand and teeth quickly latched on the wrist.

The hand shook, Vincent hissed by his shoulder and the fingers inside him stilled, but the action got the point across. The fingers started moving even faster, rougher and making Reno's hips snap back to meet them. And just as suddenly as they started they were gone. Reno heard the opening of the condom package, felt the sigh from the older man as he finally touched himself to put it on, then felt the blunt end at his entrance.

The ex-Turk held himself as he slowly pushed in but he did not expect the redhead to snap his hips back and take him up until the hand around himself. He gasped, hand quickly moving off himself to grab at the other's hips as the redhead slid further back. He heard the wince of pain from the younger man but it did not register. The tightness that surrounded him and held him was a much more overpowering thought now.

"Fuck," Reno swore as he grabbed the sheets tightly and held his hips back against the other's, feeling the soft curls against his ass and the heavy erection filling him so completely. "Fuck…" he swore again but remained still. He was glad Vincent also took pity on him even though he had forced them together without his approval.

Then Vincent's gloved hand disappeared only to return above his left wrist. It lifted that hand and fell atop his right wrist and he felt the older man's upper body weight land on his wrists before the first snap of hips had his head hanging and mouth open to let a moan and curse mix into the air.

And he started moving.

One hand on his hips to lead him back against him after every push and pull him tighter into every thrust. The other hand held his arms out of reach for any other contact and the redhead dug his nails into the covers and the back of his own hand. The older man's long hair fell across his back and his talented lips latched onto his neck once more, licking and sucking, biting and devouring his very being all the while claiming him with every powerful thrust.

"No… no, no… fuck!" Reno bit out, letting his head fall and forehead rest on his forearms as his hips started moving exactly as Vincent's hand led them to.

"No?"

"No… fuck… fuck, touch me…"

Reno felt the smirk by his neck and knew the answer before it was whispered in that deep, velvety voice in his ear. "No." Vincent's voice was meant to be a sex voice, a deep rumble that vibrated through him as the older man spoke while penetrating him.

Reno moaned louder as the thrusts changed angle and his head moved back, giving the other male access to the already abused flesh of his neck. "Fuck!"

The glove was gone from his wrists a moment later and though he was free to touch himself the redhead could not think as the glove now gathered his ponytail. The weight and warmth at his back was gone and the ponytail was tugged harshly, snapping his head back and hips to try and speed up their pivoting into the older man. The tugging did not stop at just playful though and the hand from his hip moved to his front, right above his erection. It slid to his stomach then pulled up and Reno found himself resting on hands instead of elbows before the tugging and pulling continued and his back was once more connected to the other's chest. He felt the heat of passion behind and inside him all at once.

"Fuck," this new angle let the older man sink deeper into him and the thrusts slowed on speed but every one of them shook the redhead. He leaned his head back against the man's shoulder, looking at the ceiling but seeing nothing but pure and blinding pleasure. His ponytail was still being tugged over Vincent's shoulder and the other hand was holding his heaving chest so tight he felt he could not take a full breath.

The cock inside him slowly slid out before thrusting back in hard.

He shuddered at the action and one hand clutched at the one on his chest, at the wrist and tried to pry it away as if it was some monster sucking out his heart. The other hand ran down his own body, brushed his erection in teasing, but strayed to the body behind him and on the following thrust he ground back into the hips but his hand latched onto the other man's ass and stilled him from moving.

A deep rumble echoed from inside him and only when the breath by his neck registered did he realize that Vincent was chuckling. "Now, now," the older man scolded and pulled out of the hold inside the other to thrust up and in even harsher, making Reno moan loudly and the gunman to groan into his neck.

"Harder," the redhead bit out and the thrust was repeated even harsher than before, the pressure on his head from his ponytail finally released when the gloved hand touched the heated skin of his hip. His own hand slid from the other man and to the gloved one before dragging it to his front and to his erection.

The next thrust surprised him even more because the sudden hold on his chest was gone, yanking his own hand away and he fell forward, landing face first into the pillows and sheets below. But he had no time to regain himself as the thrusts came harder, speeding up once again as the older man's hips started snapping forward quickly.

The gloved hand grabbed at his erection and pulled, his own left hand grabbing at the sheets. The other hand however was twisted and held behind his back by the more powerful man. The weight on his back appeared for a moment and he turned his head to see those passionate lips descending on his shoulder and peeling back so sharp teeth could bite in. He moaned louder, "faster" he begged out and the request was quickly obeyed. Vincent moved back and his long, hard, quick thrusts became snapping short inside the younger man, orgasm nearing. The gloved hand worked at the same speed and soon Reno was screaming out as his orgasm rocked him, his hips pulling out of the desperate rhythm to find his own pleasure while at the same time seeking to escape the overflow of ecstasy.

Vincent's hands slid away from his body to move to his hips and he held them, pulling them towards him with every thrust as his own body begged for release, his head thrown back and eyes clenched tight as he was seeking to jump off the ledge of pleasure along with the redhead. Reno continued to scream beneath him, the over-stimulation of his prostate slowly sending him into oblivion and his body shuddered as a dry orgasm wrecked through him, making tears gather at the edges of his eyes and his body to try and curl in on itself from the overflow and away from the flesh still penetrating him.

Then he felt the throb inside him and heard the deep groan from above and behind as Vincent found his own nirvana. His hips snapped in last minute tremors, riding out his orgasm inside the redhead and torturing him even more. Reno's limp cock brushed against the soiled sheets beneath him and it sent painful sparks of pleasure up his spine to his brain.

"Fuck," Reno's voice felt raw and the older man slipped from him. His hips pivoted to the side and he fell on his side, away from the man that had given him his first dry orgasm in years. "Fuck."

"I think you said that one already," Vincent's red eyes focused on him, the afterglow of orgasm making his own form fall to the sheets on the other side of the stain from the redhead. Reno chuckled as a response and closed his eyes, throwing a hand over them to hide the tears that were slowing down. Fuck it all, he knew they were not all from pleasure and none were from pain. "Are you alright?" Vincent gasped out.

"Ya rode me harder than a fuckin' chocobo!" Reno seemed to complain but the smile on his lips echoed in his voice as he spoke. One thing he was really good at was lying. "I don' think even Cloud's bike coulda survived that."

Vincent chuckled as a response before burying his face in the soft sheets. "I did not need to imagine that."

Reno laughed in return. "Why not? Sex on that beast? Where do I sign up!" the redhead seemed as enthusiastic as ever even as he continued to try and catch his breath. "Naah… don't worry, I'll live. Now for walkin', however… that's a differen' story."

Again the older man chuckled into the blankets and lifted his head. "Hmmm… you know that Cloud will skewer you if he ever knew you even thought that?" he nodded off at the chuckle that followed as an answer, red eyes slowly closing with the sight of the dishevelled redhead imprinted at the back of his lids. "One second," he muttered and though with closed eyes he pushed himself up. The burned out passion had tired him out.

He slipped into the bathroom to clean himself up and came back out with a towel. His gloved hand locked around the redhead's right ankle and startling Reno to look at him. Vincent just smiled in response, a small gesture that made him look all the more predatory in all his naked and scarred glory. He pulled the redhead's legs apart and slid onto the bed between them once more.

"'Nother round?" Reno was breathless in his laughter and disbelief.

Vincent only chuckled in response. "That will have to wait on my half."

"Oh good!" Reno's head fell back and he felt the man's gloved hand under his thigh to lift his hips up. He helped him as much as his body could allow then shuddered when he felt the towel at his genitals, carefully cleaning him of any traces left behind. He moaned when the older man grabbed his limp length with the towel before sliding it away.

Vincent walked back into the bathroom where the towel was deposited off and reached in his dresser to grab a new pair of briefs. He threw the redhead a pair as well.

"Can ya throw me ma smokes as well?" Reno asked, working on getting his body off the top sheet of the bed before sliding into the comfortable black briefs.

As predicted the older man collected the top sheet and replaced it with a pack of cigarettes and lighter. When Vincent returned to the bed he was also wearing a pair of sleep pants and used a hair tie to pull his hair out of his face.

"By the way," Reno spoke with a cigarette between his lips as he tied his ponytail into a low bun so the hair would not try and strangle him in his sleep. "Did I say that was amazin'?" he smirked when he noticed Vincent's small smile. "I'll take that as a yes," lidded summer eyes watched as Vincent once more crawled up his body. The older man leaned forward as if to kiss him and plucked the cigarette from the bruised lips last minute before pulling away.

Reno chuckled and watched the man settled beside him in the bed to finish his cigarette and pull an ashtray from the top drawer of the night-stand.

"Quick question'?"

"Do you ever shut up?" Vincent rolled his eyes but there was a smile stuck on his lips now.

Reno responded with a grin. "Do I look like someone tried ta strangle me?" he tilted his chin up and Vincent looked him over in curiosity. Then the older man's expression fell. At the wide eyes and light blush that painted high cheekbones Reno laughed all the louder. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Fuck it, Reno thought as he put out his cigarette in the ashtray and put it on the ground beside him. Vincent had already closed his eyes and appeared to be sleeping. Reno himself needed the rest for sure, his eyes already closing as he thought about it all. But one thing stood out to him amongst everything else. The sex was great, of course, and it was a little on the rough side which always excited him. The passion that had awoken inside him was enough to feed his libido and imagination for quite a while. But the man dominated him like prey, not like a lover – not even for a night. And the way he treated him afterwards made it all the more painful at the moment.

Reno was sure this was not going to happen again as much as he wished it to.

With that thought in mind he got out of the bed and slipped back into his clothes. As soon as he was out of the room with a cigarette between his lips he regretted the action due to the first sound he heard:

"Holy shit!" he saw Yuffie standing there in a night gown.

.tbc

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