A/N: Here's your lemon(s), you horny bastards! This was hard as HELL to get out! I scrapped the first draft because Vincent was all 'angst, emo, angst, carve your name under Lucrecia's' and shit. No way! (shudders) I'm realitively happy with this. Enjoy! Standard warnings apply. If you're under 18, get the hell outta here. Ratings are there for a reason, Kiddies. Don't want you having nightmares from reading rough sex.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bitchin' plot and the people who sold it on sale. Wait...what?!

Yuffie threw her bottle of soda at Reno, her eyes flashing in anger. "You know what, you fucking asshole? I don't give a flying fuck in space what the fuck you do! Just do it far the hell away from me!"

Reno stood up and shook out his jacket. "Fine!" he yelled back. "You know, I don't even know why I wanted to be with you! You're nothing but an annoying, crazy, immature, ninja BITCH!"

"Oh, it is SO over, Turk Boy!" she exclaimed. "Get the fuck out of my life!"

Reno walked out the door, turning just enough to flip her off. "Go to hell, Yuffie," he snarled.

Yuffie picked up a glass from Tifa's bar and threw it at the door. "You first!" she screamed back.

Tifa stared wide eyed at the door and then at her best friend, watching as tears filled Yuffie's angry eyes. "Teef," she said, turning to the martial artist. "I'll pay for the glass."

"Yuffie, what is going on?" she asked.

Yuffie just shook her head. "Don't worry about it," she said, picking up her cell phone off the bar counter and putting it in the pocket of her shorts. She shot her a forced smile. "I'll be fine."

"Yuffie..."

The ninja headed to the back door. "I'm fine!" she yelled as she left.

Tifa sighed and got her broom, going to clean up the broken glass.

Vincent had just closed his cell phone when a knock sounded at his door. He hit his remote and opened the door, not surprised to see Yuffie walk it. He rose to his feet as she came to him, the door hissing shut behind her. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him fiercely, her tongue assaulting his relentlessly. Vincent stifled a moan as he removed Yuffie's arms from around him.

"Yuffie..."

"No," she said, slamming her lips against his again, unbuttoning the jacket of his Turk uniform. "Just shut up and fuck me, Vincent."

Vincent lost himself in the kiss for a moment, just savoring the soft lips of the ninja. He cared for her, but this was wrong. He didn't love her; he didn't want to take advantage of her after she just broke up with her boyfriend. Tifa had called him and told him everything, asking him to watch out for Yuffie when she returned to the W.R.O. Headquarters. He was sure she didn't mean to fuck her friend's brains out to make her forget her pain.

But it appeared that was exactly what Yuffie had in mind.

"Yuffie, stop!" Vincent growled, pushing the girl away from him and trying to gain his breath. "This is wrong."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Vinnie!" Yuffie said, throwing her hands up. "Would you please stop being a gentleman for once? Why is it wrong?"

"Tifa called me," he said, adjusting his jacket to hide his erection. "She told me everything."

Yuffie shrugged. "Right, I'm not with Reno now," she said. "No guilt in cheating. Now fuck me."

Vincent dodged just in time to avoid her. Yuffie huffed. "Stop it," he said. "I won't; I don't love you."

Yuffie rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her slim hips. "Who the fuck cares?" she hissed. "I don't love you either. Well, I love you like I love Tifa, as a friend, but that's it. I need someone right now, Vincent. I'm comfortable with you. I care for you. You are my friend."

Vincent stared at her. "Don't you fear that by doing this again, it will ruin our friendship?" he asked.

"No," Yuffie laughed. "It didn't before; why should it now?"

Vincent stared at her, pondering her words for a minute. Yuffie went to him and hugged him. "Come on, Vinnie," she said with a smile. "Just to get some aggression out. Besides," she said, grinding her hips against his erection. "I know you want it."

Vincent growled as he stared down at her. "I would rather you come to me for this," he snarled into her breath. "At least this way, I know you are safe from predatory males that would take advantage of you."

"Right, oh great guardian," she said with a smirk. She leaned up and kissed him again. "Now, fuck me."

Vincent's claw tore through her top, sending the ruined garment fluttering to the ground as he deepened the kiss. Her shorts were the next to be torn from her body, joining her top on the floor. Yuffie threw his jacket to the floor, his tie and dress shirt following closely behind. "Like the uniform, Vince," she said with a grin. "It's easier to get you out of."

Vincent made a non-committal noise as he attacked Yuffie's neck with his lips and teeth, biting and sucking on her jugular. "Leviathan," she breathed out, her eyes closing and her knees buckling as he relentlessly teased her pulse point. Vincent reached down between her legs and thrust his fingers up into her dripping folds, snarling with pleasure as the digits were consumed in the moist heat. The fingers of his clawed hand buried in her hair, the fingers of his human hand buried in the very core of her, Vincent sucked and bit at her sensitive neck as he created a rhythm in her loins that quickly caused her to scream his name, bucking against him violently as she did so. "Vincent!"

There was something primally delicious about giving a woman an orgasm without even having released his member from the confines of his pants. Vincent fed off the pleasured screams and moans of Yuffie as her body clenched and tightened around his fingers, her juices running over his hand and dripping down her thighs. She moaned softly as he removed his fingers, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the ground. His shoes and socks having already been removed before she arrived, he simply stepped out of his pants and boxers, moving to press the little bundle of over-sensitized nerves against his wall.

Grasping her hips, he lifted her, Yuffie wrapping her legs around him as he thrust deep into her body. Yuffie's head fell back, her eyes shut and mouth hanging opened as Vincent began to move. Threading her fingers through his jet black hair, Yuffie brought his lips to hers, moaning as Vincent's mouth devoured hers in a heated kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, mimicking the actions of their bodies.

Yuffie moaned loudly into his mouth, tearning her lips from his with a gasp as she felt the approaching orgasm. "Vinnie," she slurred, drunk with ecstacy. "Gods, faster. Harder, damn it, fuck me harder!"

Vincent opened his mouth and bit down hard on her neck, thrusting up into her with as much force as he could muster in his trembling legs. Yuffie screamed as her orgasm hit her, her walls clenching, dragging along his member in exquisite silken heat, sending Vincent over the edge as well.

Collapsing to the ground, Vincent grunted as Yuffie's full weight fell upon him, slipping out of her as she leaned forward to kiss him. She stroked his face and smiled. "Thanks, Vinnie," she whispered.

Vincent returned the smile and kissed her back. "I think I need more friends like you, Yuffie," he said, trailing his finger in the blood dripping from the bite mark he caused.

Yuffie laughed. "I'd say so," she replied, eyeing her blood on his fingers. She grinned at him. "Vampire."

Vincent barred his teeth and hissed, sending Yuffie into a laughing fit.

The green haired Turk walked down the halls of the ShinRa Building, looking over some documents for Tseng. She nearly screamed when an arm wrapped around her middle and a hand covered her mouth, preventing any sound from emerging. Her captor dragged her down the hall, into her office and closed the door, locking it. Akalara turned and threw a punch to the face of the man, her fist caught in his hand.

She blinked. "Reno?" she asked. He smirked at her. Akalara narrowed her eyes. "You goddamned son-of-a-mother-fucking-bitch assfuck bastard! You got a lot of nerve doing that, especially after getting into a committed relationship when you swore you never would. So, add lying-manipulative-sick-ass-cock-sucker to that list."

Reno delved his fingers into her hair and kissed her fiercely, his teeth bumping against hers with the force of the kiss. Shocked, Akalara could do nothing but respond to the kiss, threading her fingers through his hair, removing the elastic that held his ponytail in place. Finding her resolve, she pushed him away and slapped him hard across his face. "Get out," she hissed.

Reno smirked at her. "Shiva, I've missed you, Green Bitch," he said, pressing against her again. "Beat me, abuse me, do whatever you want to me, cause, Baby, I'm a free man tonight."

Akalara's cranberry red eyes clouded over with lust. "Do you have any idea what you're asking of me?" she asked, yanking his hair back and baring her teeth at him.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Reno groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Do it, Ak. Just like you used to."

He heard the click of her handcuffs, always on her, always within easy access, and grinned lopsidely. "I'm about to come right now," he moaned as she cuffed his other hand together. She reached into her jacket pocket and produced a remote control, smirking as she hit a button. Her ceiling opened up and a metal hook lowered to hang above his head. Grabbing his cuffed hands, she looped the chain through the hook and raised it slightly so that he was standing on his tiptoes.

"You've been bad, Reno," she purred, riping his uniform off, and running her nails down his chest, leaving whelps along the plains of muscle. "You need to be...punished."

"Fuck," Reno hissed as she reached into her desk drawer. He knew what was coming and his cock twitched in anticipation. "Oh, gods yes."

The riding crop smacked against his chest and he moaned at the stinging sensation, precum dripping from the tip of his erection. "Nobody can give it to you like I can, Reno," Akalara told him, tracing the lines of his body with the crop. She stopped and brought it down hard on his ass. "Don't you forget that."

"Dammit, touch me already, you sadistic bitch!" Reno yelled, his eyes flaring with lust.

Akalara landed the crop on his face, smirking as a wicked looking red mark appeared on his cheek. Reno growled, his erection straining painfully upward, begging for release. "Ak, come on, Baby," he groaned. Her crop made contact with his upper thighs, her sadisitic smile widening when she saw she had drawn blood. "Fuckin'..."

Again, another sharp contact with his ass. "That's five, Reno," she purred, running her knee between his legs. "Are you going to be a good boy or do you need more?"

Reno stared at her, tears streaming down his face. "Get me down," he growled, the brilliant aquamarine brighter with desire. "And I swear to every god there is you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Akalara smirked and lowered him to the ground. Reno unhooked the cuffs from the metal hook and attacked his fellow Turk, bound hands ripping at the black material of her uniform. His tongue slammed into her mouth as he looped his arms around her back and pulled her naked body to his, backing her up against her desk, paperwork flying. Akalara kissed him back, her nails digging into his flesh as he entered her and immediately began moving. Not ten seconds later, Reno, being Reno, already had her screaming her first orgasm as her hands fisted in his hair and yanked. Crazed with lust, Reno bit along her neck and ears, moving down to her breasts, launching an oral assault on them as well. Akalara screamed again as she climaxed, her juices spilling over him, her body swallowing him into her, pushing him over the edge. Reno threw his head back, roaring his release as he mercilessly pounded into the pulsating heat of his lover.

Breathless, panting and spent, the two collapsed into each other, a kiss, not as heated as before passing between them. "Thanks, Ak," he said, with a smile, nuzzling her cheek with his chin.

Akalara smiled, kissing his chin. "Anytime," she answered.

She removed the handcuffs when he presented them to her and watched as he gathered his ripped clothing. Reno winked at her before exiting her office and heading to his own for a change of clothes. Having dressed again, he tossed the ruined uniform in the trash and walked down the hall, kissing the fingers of his left hand and placing them on the picture of a fallen comrade as he passed by. Fighting back the tears that threatened to fall, he left the building and headed home.

Yuffie looked up from her magazine when the door to the apartment opened slowly. Reno peeked in and grinned sheepishly. "Hey," she said softly, closing the magazine and smiling at him. "How'd it go?"

Reno nodded and tossed his keys on the side table, closing and locking the door behind him. "Good," he answered. "Real good. You?"

"Amazing," she answered with a sigh. She reached out and touched his face. "He'll never be you, though."

Reno grinned at her and leaned over to kiss her lips. "Same here," he said, pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. He trailed his fingers over the teeth marks on her neck, chuckling as he did so. "Damn vampire."

Yuffie laughed, placing her fingers over his. "I know," she said, snuggling against his chest. Reno hissed in pain, causing Yuffie to sit up. She opened his shirt wider and smirked. "Damn Green Bitch."

"Still the same Akalara," he said, kissing his wife's lips. "Think Teef will be shocked to see us 'back together' tomorrow?"

"Nah," Yuffie said with a smile. "If she is, she'll get over it. I'd rather have to explain a make up from a break up than a 'free pass' with my husband anyday."

Reno laughed at that. "True that, Babe," he said, kissing her again. "Happy Anniversary, Yuffie."

"Happy Anniversary, Reno."

A/N: Who's confused as hell? (hands raise) Okay, explaination time. I just tied in three of my fics, 'Operation: Assassination', 'Part of Life' and 'What Happens in Costa del Sol'. Reno and Yuffie are married at the end of 'What Happens in Costa del Sol'. Akalara is a Turk that Reno was involved with during 'Operation: Assassination'. Vincent is back in the Turks helping Tseng train the new recruits in 'Operation: Assassination'. As for the fallen comrade...not yet written. Oh, this night, was a free pass night. Clear as mud? Good! REVIEW!!!