A/N: This is something a little darker than I'm used to so bear with me.

Warning: Rape

Talon yelped in utter fear as Chaos grabbed his neck and slammed him down on the cold tile floor. He squirmed pathetically against the demon's iron grip, exposing his round ass even more. His heart pounded loudly against his rib cage as if desperate for escape. A feeling of helplessness enclosed Talon's entire being. For the first time… He felt afraid.

Chaos savored the intoxicating smell of fear that was wafting into his nostrils. He heard the younger man whimper in protest and nearly burst into spontaneous laughter. It was so cute how human emotion could over run the mind but now wasn't the time to think about that. He wanted to sample his meal. Chaos trailed his gray forked tongue over Talon's spine. He felt the warrior shiver. Satisfied, he threw back his head and ground Talon's face into the floor. He certainly liked dark meat.

In the kitchen, the sound of clinking metal echoed off the walls. Talon whimpered louder when he felt Chaos's gun trail down the edge of his spine, past his rectum and between his thighs. "Hush, 'Talon' and be a good boy." With an analytical gaze, he examined the younger man's dark semi erect cock. He teased it gently with his free hand and watched tiny beads of semen drip from the tip. "Hmm, cute… but you know, I could easily guild you right now if I wanted." Chaos then cocked back his gun, ready to fire.

Talon could barely move. He was paralyzed in fear. All either of them could hear was a soft trickling sound as urine spilled onto the floor. The warrior lifted himself slowly, on his elbows, to look at the mess he'd made. He had pissed himself. Chaos found himself chuckling.

"You can't even hold your own piss… If that's what it is." He said as he sniffed the air. "You're no better than a dog." Chaos stood up and dragged Talon backwards by the waist into the puddle of mess. "Clean it up."

A little confused Talon looked back to Chaos who continued to hold his waist in the air. "Ahh…" He still couldn't form the words. On the side of his face urine dripped from his cheek.

"Don't give me that look." Chaos grumbled. He nudged Talon's body back towards the puddle. "Clean it up with your tongue." He stuck out his forked tongue.

Hesitantly, Talon mimicked Chaos. His dark pink tongue lapped at the urine slowly. The demon smiled in satisfaction. Still holding onto Talon's waist, Chaos pulled his gun up to lips and licked the barrel slowly. The sight of Talon's face was too erotic. He felt his own erection strain against his pants, pulsating in ecstasy.

Talon screamed as he was taken by sudden pain. It was as if someone had set off a bomb to tear apart his insides. Chaos pushed the barrel of the gun into his uke's tight rectum. "Louder!" He hissed as he pushed it deeper. Talon bit his lip but could barely hold back another scream. Chaos watched blood drip down Talon's dark thighs. It was the color of rust. His rectum stretched around the gun like an expanding rubber band. Talon's cock jerked and twitched, semen dripping to the floor.

"L-let go!" Talon managed just barely past trembling lips. His face was contorted in pain, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He had taken Vincent's words into his own mouth and had unintelligently spat them out.

"Oh, so cute." Chaos cooed. He twisted the gun slightly but instead of scream, he was rewarded with a moan. "Hm? Don't tell me you're enjoying this…" He pulled the gun out completely. The entire barrel was hot and sticky. The warrior's stretched rectum was bloody and breathed raggedly with each muscle contraction. Without a second thought, Chaos dropped the rest of Talon onto the floor.

Again, Talon screamed. It sounded close to a high pitched squeal. He coughed dryly and tried to crawl away but he wasn't fast enough. Chaos pulled him up by his hair and forced the weaker man's limp body onto the kitchen island. He leaned over Talon, pushing aside the tubing, and gently kissed the warrior's cheek. "Such a good boy, you are. I think you deserve a treat." The demon licked his fangs and, with nimble fingers, pulled free his erection. Talon swiveled his head back to catch a glimpse of Chaos's throbbing member. The tip was completely black and searing hot as Chaos pressed it against the stretched entrance.

Tears formed in the corner of Talon's eyes. He knew what was to come next. Hasty hands clawed for the edge of the island at a desperate attempt for escape. Just before Chaos slammed into Talon, the spent man grabbed a hold of the island's edge and pulled, hard.

There was a loud hiss and a loud thud. Talon lay crumpled on the floor in agony. One of his tubes had busted open and its contents were leaking onto the kitchen floor. He wanted scream but he had no energy. The room began to spin and his vision became a clouded mess. Deafening footfalls followed. Chaos was coming.

The demon found his uke paralyzed on the floor and his very lifeline spilling onto the messy floor. "Look what you've done to yourself. All fucked up." Chaos said apathetically. He squatted down next to Talon and put the warrior on his shoulders. The neon green substance was crystallizing on the black tiles. He set Talon down on the island – back side facing up – and quickly rustled through his pockets. "I'm not done with you yet…" Chaos pulled a green materia from inside his cloak. He was about to press it into Talon's now paling arm but stopped himself. Instead, Chaos dipped his hand between two milk chocolate thighs and pushed the materia into the warrior's still breathing rectum.

Talon felt the wide girth of the materia as it was pressed into him and moaned aloud. Chaos climbed onto the island with a wicked smile at the innocent display of pleasure. "Even like this I can barely hold back." He whispered quietly, pressing his erection against the warrior's rectum once more and holding Talon's waist firmly. Then, he thrust his hips forward. The wall's surrounding Chaos's cock clenched tightly.

Cold fingers trailed over Talon's face as he drifted between consciousness and sleep. The materia had done all it could to stabilize the warrior. The feeling of Chaos impaling him was much different from the gun. It was smoother, more supple. Although his mind was becoming dull, the sensations Chaos was sending through his body sent jolts that electrified the senses. More sounds traveled up Talon's throat, one's of ecstasy. Instinct was taking over as he found himself rocking his hips in time with each thrust.

Chaos rode Talon nice and slow, tormenting himself at the stiff pace. The moans hanging in the air worked their way into his head and he struggled to keep his bearings. His pace began to grow faster with each thrust, creating more friction.

Then, he hit the spot.

It felt like a bomb had gone off. Talon cried out and came, clenching around Chaos once more. The demon smiled and slowly drew back almost completely before slamming back. Talon cried out again and turned to look back at Chaos. "St-stay…" His voice was hoarse and close to inaudible.

Chaos lifted his head and locked eyes with Talon. "Come again?"

Talon struggled to push himself up, arms weak. He reached behind him and quickly clutched the demon's wrist. "Stay… here…" He whispered. With a hesitant hand, he trailed his finger down to his rectum and pushed in his own finger beside Chaos's throbbing erection. He keened quietly as he stretched himself further.

"Dammit…!" Chaos lost all control. He drew out of Talon and flipped the warrior onto his back. The uke groaned in pain. The demon took hold of Talon's neck and pulled him up into a sitting position. Chaos didn't think as he was taken in by Talon's scent and soft skin. He pressed his lips against the warrior's and thrust upward, impaling Talon. Muffled moans escaped past Chaos's lips. He barely had time to move before he came.

Vincent blinked. His head was a dark haze as Chaos receded. He was lying on the floor, his body laced with sweat and some other substance. At first, he merely laid there until his body was able to move. Then, he heard Talon groan. "Talon?"

There was a subtle whimper as Vincent finally sat up. Just like before, the kitchen was in disarray. However, looking around, there was difference. A large puddle of now crystallized green materia lay upon the floor, glistening in its own glory. A stench lingered quietly in the air. He stood and felt a slight breeze between his thighs. His gaze wandered downward.

All that had happened earlier came into context. He went stark white. What had Chaos done? He we to where Talon lay and found the warrior spent on the floor. His skin was pale and almost translucent as the veins in his arms and legs began to poke out. The effects of the materia had worn off. Vincent knew it was his fault.

"Talon, wake up." Vincent whispered in Talon's ear.

The warrior's eyes fluttered open and gazed up at Vincent. He quickly clung to the man before him and sobbed quietly. Vincent swallowed feeling Talon's naked body against his own but picked the warrior up and took him up to his room.

A/N: Poor Talon... but what about Vincent? He has to deal with the fact it Chaos who raped him. I wonder...

Please reveiw. Please?