Here's Chapter 5, which is pretty much a half-flashback and half- descriptive lemon, so that's all I have to say. Do I really need to put the disclaimer?

Hope's Perspective. (Flashback.)

I had been tortured in more than one way. Nabaat smacking me around with that electro-baton and the Huntresses beating the total fucking shit out of me didn't help either. It was the being alone, surrounded by brainwashed insane murderers that were messing with my head. Lightning wasn't coming to help anytime soon, Castiel kept saying he was putting all his effort into preventing me from dying and I was expected to bear it without a single complaint.

"Well, I can't do this anymore, alright? Nobody is coming for me and I've been left on my own to die in pain and misery. Do you know how that feels?" I didn't expect a reply but I got one. And he scared me.

"Yes, I do know how it feels. I was an Oerban Pulse L'Cie sent to the War of Transgression. There were few that could match my rage when I fought, and the only way PSICOM could do it was with hundreds of thousands of shock troopers, all for me alone. That's how scared they were. I was captured, interrogated, humiliated and tortured for 2 years. It was terrible what they did to me. They waited until I was just about to go Cie'th, then they finally ended my pointless, brutal and depressing existence with 3 bullets in the head."

"I died hating PSICOM, and when I came back, I still hated them. I don't know how, but I was being held here, made to watch over the years. It may have been The Maker, but I can't be sure.

"Do you want to see the marks they left on me? Do you want to see what I went through? Because they make this look like nothing, nothing at all. I was 16 when he killed me and I always will be. Be who you have to be, Hope."

"Do not end up like me, dead in a living motherfucking hell with nothing left to live for. No family, no friends, nobody who loved you, alone in the world. I died with nothing left in the world, so you would not."

"It makes me think about my older sister. She wasn't sent to Cocoon, but she was in the same clan as me. Ah, can't think about what's been and gone."

Then Castiel disappeared and the Huntresses came in to prepare to try and break me once again, but now I knew what had to be done. I would make it through this, and come out a better person at the end of all this. There was no option for failure. Not here and certainly not now.

Just before the Huntresses began, I started laughing and it didn't sound human. I wasn't the Hope I was around Lightning when we were alone anymore. Hell, I wasn't Hope anymore. I was the cold-hearted bastard of a man with no mercy and no regret.

And I was going to get out, no matter how and no matter what. I was walking in the shadow of Death himself, and if you couldn't see Death until he hit you, then nobody would have any chance to fight me, because they would be dead before they looked at me. I prepared myself for it while they beat me up. When I had a fully formed idea of my escape in my head, I resigned myself to waiting.

I knew that when I saw Light again, one look was all it would take and she would see that I'd been in Hell, or as close as possible. And really, I knew she would do her best to heal my broken soul and make me forget things nobody should have to witness, especially not me, the mentally and physically scarred 14-year-old boy who had watched his mother die in front of him.

When I saw Lightning looking at what had been done to me, I felt a mixed reaction.
Surprise.
Shock.
Fear.
Relief.
But most of all, I felt a strange, alien feeling. I could guess what it was, but I didn't want rejection because that would be the end of me.
Hope Estheim R.I.P.

But I felt safe when I was near Lightning, I felt like I wasn't alone anymore. I felt like I could be myself around the soldier 7 years my senior who'd kill me if she knew about my crush on her. Just before she punched me in the face, I wanted to see what Light would do and I saw it, alright.

She had reached into her pocket and given me some painkillers after she'd tied me up. And that's how I ended up here, tied up and about to make love to Lightning, at last. But she's kind of scaring me with the way she's behaving right now.

Light took off her cape and the shoulder epaulette, removed her gloves and threw them all up onto a high branch so they wouldn't be taken by any annoying birds. I was getting a bit nervous, so I asked her. "Why are you doing this, Light?" I only got one reply from her. "My name is Claire."

She stabbed her Lionheart into her floor and made her way over to me and then kissed me, lightly at first but it turned into a bruising, passionate battle for dominance. I moaned into Claire's mouth and she invaded my mouth with her tongue, exploring everywhere she could reach. We needed air, so we broke the kiss off, and it didn't take long for me to start wanting more.

I knew what was coming next and so did Lightning. But we didn't care anymore. We just wanted to hold each other and show we loved each other once in a while. I mean, ever since the Vile Peaks, you could cut the sexual tension with a chainsaw and build Cocoon 2.0, for fuck's sake. We had both had enough, and I guess this made us go all out on each other.

As Claire was kissing me, she didn't know... yet, but the ties were loose enough that one sharp movement forward would undo them and let me free. All thoughts drifted from my head though when Light moved her hands down... down... further down...

Oh fuck, that feels good.

Claire had wrapped one hand around my fully-erect member, and was pumping me to see if I would moan, which I did, and she whispered in my ear in an arousing voice, "I will make you come... I will make you scream my name, my real name, and you will be mine, Hope." All I had the ability to do was moan, arch my back and jack my hips forward, leaking pre-cum.

I started to scream when Lightning grabbed me, raised the underside of my shaft, licked the whole length, rolled her tongue across the head and then took me into her mouth, I almost lost myself but then Claire started bobbing her head up and down that was the end of my control. I warned her, "Light... I'm going to come!" Claire swallowed everything, and moved up so we were face-to-face. "You taste good, Hope." I had nothing to possibly say to that.

Then, in an amazing demonstration of power and balance, Claire jumped, used me as a stepping stone and wrapped her legs around my shoulders. I stared in awe at her, thinking of only one thing to tell her. "You're... well, you're beyond beautiful." Claire's face went six different shades of red and turned her face away, but she abruptly started moaning and screaming as my tongue entered her slit, and I licked all that I could possibly reach.

The liquid flowing down her thighs and my face told me she needed it just as bad as I did. When I was satisfied, I shifted my head and kissed Claire's clitoris, making her crush her legs against my head, grab fistfuls of my hair and moan with her angelic voice.

"Oh... Hope... You are sofucking good at this... HOPE!" Claire screamed as I sucked her bud into my mouth, and started trailing the tip of my tongue over it, teasing Light. It worked very well, as her grip on my hair tightened, tugging with enough force to make waves of pleasure ripple through my body.

Light was trying to dominate me, but I wasn't going to let that happen. Not here.

Claire's hips grinding into my face, and me sucking, kissing and lightly nipping on her core and sensitive spots, eventually made her come. I felt her body tighten, and instinctively clamped my mouth over her slit, drinking all that came and smiling at the taste of her afterwards. I didn't lie to her. No lies, not anymore. "You taste like... Like perfection itself." She was speechless, which was very rare, and then I made my move.

I snapped the ropes and flipped us so she was on top. The impact with the floor didn't hurt very much, but Light slapping me in the face did. "Why do that, Hope! It was just getting good for me-"

But then I shut her up by flipping us over, so I was on top, and I started planting butterfly kisses along her face, cheeks and down her neck and shoulders to my intended destination. Her breasts were just right, and change. I left a mark on her left breast that only we would know was there. When I kissed her nipples, her back arched and she lustfully ordered, "Tug on them, kiss them, lick them, suck them, do whatever. Just... please... make me feel good, Hope."

I happily obliged because I loved Claire more than anyone else. The way she would move her lips to my ear and tell me what she would do to me, the way she moaned when I did something right, the way she somehow knew just how to make me go insane with need, the way she had been teasing me until I could barely hold back from showing her what I could do to her and the way I knew I would happily die for Claire if I had to.

I was distracted by Light flipping us over and lining me up with her core. I looked at her in apprehension and she said one thing. "I want you, Hope... now!" I slowly entered her, feeling proof of her virginity, and feeling good that I was her first, as she was for me. I broke through, and heard Light cry out in pain, so I kissed her until she bucked her hips at me, so I took that as a sign to continue.

Moving slowly at first, I got faster every few thrusts, both of us perfectly in the same rhythm and moaning in extreme pleasure. We both felt the end coming, so I thrusted as deep and hard as I could into Claire before she came, with only a scream and her nails digging into my back as a warning, and I felt myself near the end. "Claire, I-I'm going to come!"

"Stay inside me, Hope!"

I was hesitant at first, but Claire tightened around me and I came into her, moaning her name. I lightly laid down on her, my head resting in the valley between her breasts. I kissed them both, then kissed Light on the cheek and went back to where I had just been. I then said it, in a shaky voice. "I... I love you, Claire."

I grabbed my clothes and started running for my life, hearing Light calling my name, telling me to come back and swearing. Castiel appeared and instantly turned his head away when he saw me.

"Fucking hell! I didn't see anything, thank God." I told him to make me invisible, which he did, also changing his body so that he looked like smoke in the wind, ready to disperse or fully form at a moment's notice. When we were sure Claire wasn't following us, we stopped and fell to the floor from the strength it took to run for that long.