Title: Boy Soldier

Author: Neldluva

Fandom: FFVII

Pairings: None, or lots, depending on how you look at it.

Rating: NC17

Don't read this if you don't like: Angst, sex (of the m/m and m/f sort), foul language, underage sex, questionable consent, masturbation, voyeurism (sort of), violence, blood, drug and alcohol use, prostitution

Disclaimer: Reno and FF7-verse are definitely not mine. Please don't sue, I have negative monies. The OC's are mine, though. Don't steal.

What you can expect from the fic overall: This is my version Reno's backstory, or how he got where he was in the various FF7 games and movies. It is a long, difficult journey, sometimes funny, sometimes sad. But hey, that's life.

What you can expect from this chapter: Lots of sex. And I get to poke fun at Tseng again.

Author's note: As promised, another chapter! And longer, to make up for the shortness of the last update. I really like this chapter for some reason … I dunno, I like Reno being dirty. And as always, Tseng is so easy to poke fun at.

Reno stuck his head out the window, breathing in the fresh spring air and lighting up his cigarette. Jenkins didn't seem to like it when the room smelled like smoke, and though usually Reno wouldn't have cared less what Jenkins liked, he didn't want to deal with his roommate's bitching.

He sighed, exhaling smoke and staring down at the street far below. The window was easier to reach now. Ever since he had started eating better, he had been growing very quickly. Hardly a day went by when his joints didn't hurt and crack with every movement. The doc seemed pleased, though, and she was going to let him start on the regular Turk classes next week.

Reno scratched at his hair and took another drag. He couldn't wait to start. Math with Tseng had gotten boring … there were only so many times they could go over basic calculus, and supposedly Reno had caught up with his classmates a few weeks ago. And at last he wouldn't have to practice the reading and writing stuff anymore. Venus had reluctantly admitted that he knew enough to get him by, so he'd been outta there quick.

He popped the knuckles of his fingers, slumping against the window sill. The only problem with his life at the moment was that he was really, seriously horny. He'd become well-acquainted with his hand over the past few months, all out of other, better options. All of the female Turk trainees were tough as nails and a little terrifying, and none of the guys had shown any interest, let alone inclination. Reno sighed and leaned a little further out the window. He'd never had to put out any effort in getting sex … he had always gone to Bones when the older boy had asked, the girls were always more than willing, and when he was whoring, the guys had come to him.

'Well,' he thought to himself, straightening up and tossing the cigarette out the window. 'I'll just have to make them interested.'

It took only a few changes, really. He pushed his pants further down on his skinny hips. He left an extra button unbuttoned on his shirt. He made sure his hair didn't look too scruffy. There wasn't much else he could do with his limited costume. He tried a few sultry looks in the mirror before deciding that looked stupid … he was better at improvisation anyway.

Still, it wasn't that surprising that several pairs of eyes followed Reno as he strolled into the mess that night. His walk was usually cocky and self-assured, but he put a little extra glide in it to up the sexy factor. He glanced around as he sat down next to Jenkins, taking note of who was staring. He spoke casually with Jenkins and the others at the table, tilting back once in a while to look at the guys who had stared. He made eye contact with one of them towards the end of the meal, darting his eyes to the hallway and quirking his eyebrow. The guy nodded subtly, and Reno went back to his food.

"Hey," Reno said, lurking in an alcove in the hallway after the meal. "Thought you weren't gonna make it, yo."

The older guy rolled his eyes a little. "You're one of them new little Turk-trainees, huh?"

"Yeah. Fresh off the streets." Reno tossed his shoulders back and stepped a little closer. "So. You got ten gil?"

"Yeah. It gonna be worth it?"

Reno raised an eyebrow. "Better than any whore you ever had before, yo."

"So show me."

Reno smirked a little, sliding down to his knees and reaching up to unfasten the guy's pants. He pulled them down just enough, breathing hotly. It didn't take much before the guy was hard … clearly ShinRa wasn't into giving anybody sex. Reno held tight to the guy's hips and swallowed, staring up at him and moaning quietly. The guy's eyes slid shut, and his hands flapped for a moment before tangling in Reno's hair. Reno allowed it, closing his eyes and making lewder noises, letting the guy feel his throat a few times. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Reno had just enough time to pull back and prepare to swallow before the guy came, making a muffled grunt against his shoulder.

Reno obediently swallowed it all, opening his eyes and licking his lips. "Mmm," he sighed.

"Hell, kid," the guy gasped, petting Reno's hair as if to soothe it. "You got the best damn mouth I ever had."

"Yeah … don't you forget it, yo." Reno stood slowly, straightening his clothes and holding out his hand. The guy readily passed over the ten gil and fastened up his pants, glancing around before exiting the alcove.

Reno, meanwhile, made a beeline for the bathroom near his room. He made sure it was empty and locked the door before locking himself again inside a stall. Hurriedly, he pushed down his pants and started stroking, tilting his head back and groaning. He kicked the troublesome pants off and rested one hand against the cold tiled wall, supporting himself as he leaned over the toilet.

This felt dirty, so deliciously dirty. It was better than the whoring he'd done before, which had been more about necessity than desire. This was about lust, rutting like animals to get off. It was so dirty, so anti-Turk, to be leaning over a toilet, jerking off with the taste of another guy in his mouth. He spat on his hand and squeezed, moving a little faster. Close, it was so close…

He groaned loudly, resting his sweating forehead on his arm and shooting his load into the toilet. He slowed his hand, then brought it up to his mouth and licked it off. With shivering legs he turned around, sitting on the toilet with a satisfied grin on his face. He thought, in a brief dirty moment, about whether or not there were cameras in the bathroom. There probably were, filming everything they did. Kinky Turk bastards. Reno's grin grew a little wider, wondering if his old buddy Tseng watched the tapes, if he got off on displays like this. Lazily, he held up his fist and extended his middle finger.

"Fuck you," he muttered at whatever hidden camera might be watching. "You know you loved it, yo."

Deciding he'd recovered enough, he stood again and pulled his pants back on. Business-like, he flushed the toilet and went to wash his hands, doing a thorough job of it before unlocking the door to the bathroom and returning to his bedroom.

"Ah, Tseng. You have an update on the boy?"

"Yes, sir," Tseng said, placing a large file on Veld's desk. "Reno has completed the required education, and is now at a level where he can participate with the other trainees."

"Wonderful. I heard from Venus that he improved greatly in his reading and writing studies after we gave him the computer."

"I suppose. From what I've seen, he still has little more than an elementary understanding of the subject matter, and his writing is chicken scratch."

"We're not trying to make poets of them, Tseng, just Turk operatives. And his performance in mathematics?"

Tseng pursed his lips as though reluctant to speak. "Frankly … I've never seen better. You know I don't dispense such compliments lightly. He's performing at a level that should have taken him years to reach. I was very surprised that he had such a knack."

Veld's eyes glittered with pleasure. "Very good. It seems the Turks have a propensity for finding child prodigies, hmm?" He winked affectionately at Tseng, who barely smiled. "Is there anything else to report?"

Tseng paused, looking down with a perplexed expression on his face. He was desperately willing himself not to blush. "A very … interesting development, sir. Apparently, Reno has decided to start whoring again."

"Whoring? With whom?"

"Some of the older Turk trainees. He's been careful to keep away from students his own age. In any case, he has been accepting money in exchange for – er, sexual favors."

"I see," Veld said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Shall we put a stop to it, sir? It is very unprofessional."

Veld thought for a long moment, drumming his fingers against his desk. "No," he decided at last. "Let him continue as he is. I am curious to see what he does with the money, and the trainees have at least been discreet about the entire matter. We can stop it if it becomes a problem with the training." Veld shuffled at his papers for a moment before looking up again at Tseng. "Is there something else bothering you, Tseng?"

Tseng shifted a little, still uncomfortable. "He … masturbates. In the bathrooms."

"And how is this unusual? The trainees need some outlet."

"But he does it so lewdly! As though he knows he's being watched and doesn't care … it's so crude!"

Veld narrowed his gaze at his second-in-command. "If watching the boy get off offends your sensitive tastes, Tseng, then you can always turn away from the monitor."

Tseng's cheeks flushed, but he nodded. "Sir," he said with a short bow, leaving Veld's office once again.