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Twitchery, Trickery, Turk	By : Savaial Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Reno, sit down,� I said. His twitchy, nervous pacing made me crazy. By the look of the people around us, he made them crazy, too.
�I can�t,� he protested. �I�m always nervous when I have to go visit the creep in the basement!�
I sighed. �This is your own fault. Spare a thought to me, in your anxiety.� I threw the silly fashion magazine down and stood. �You infected me with the same drug, then lied to me about seeing Hojo. Now, we both have to consult him.� To say I didn�t look forward to this fell far short of the mark. �The last time he stood over me at an examination table, he fitted me for this.� I held up my golden gauntlet. �And, that was after he shot me.�
Reno had the grace to look embarrassed. �Sorry, Vincent.� He threw his long body into a chair and looked around the waiting room. �Not like you�re fucking his wife anymore, though, is it? Can�t blame me for that one.� He focused on a woman trying to feed her three, squirming children while the father diapered a toddler. �Busy in here today. Usually he�s not as occupied at the end of the month.�
�He�s tending to people medically more often, now, since he toned down the more�experimental projects.� I hoped the crack-pot could help us. I couldn�t function with a constant aphrodisiac in my system. And, Reno would pay for his remarks about Lucretia. I didn�t like having a reminder of my culpability thrown in with Hojo�s.
�Be on your guard anyway,� Reno cautioned. �I hear he�s still got some human lab rats down there.� He scratched at his arm viciously, the site of the injury that had infected us both with the sexually stimulating drug.
�Stop digging at yourself.�
"Stop telling me what to do, yo?� Reno snapped back. �This is your fault more than mine!�
Incredulous, I eyed him. �How do you come to that conclusion, Turk?� I asked, feeling volatile. I dug into the pleather arm of the chair I sat in, hearing the plasticized fabric rip.
�If you�d just paid attention to all my flirting and come to me willingly, I wouldn�t have had to resort to trickery.� Reno flopped back in his seat, ignoring the outraged cry of a man he�d accidentally knocked into. �God! Our appointment was an hour ago!�
�Doctors are never on time,� an old woman shouted, stirred up by Reno�s small explosion.
�Reno, shut up,� I growled. �I mean it.�
He eyed me. �Or, what?� he asked, starting to smile.
Dear fucking Ifrit. He wanted me to rough him up. Fucking him through the splintered remains of old church pews hadn�t satisfied. The greedy, arrogant, attractive little shit.
�Take your goddamn goggles off,� I said, settling for an inconsequential matter as an excuse to swat him. �And, quit knocking into the man behind you.� He had as much energy and irritation as a five year old.
Reno swept his goggles off, winking at me. �However you want me, hotness.�
The man behind him got up and marched to another seat, some twenty feet away. �Faggots,� he muttered.
Reno scowled. �I�m bisexual!� he shouted.
The man hunkered down and wouldn�t look at him.
�Probably hasn�t been laid in years,� Reno said loudly, jerking his thumb to point. A teenager burst into laughter only to have his father haul him toward the vending machines.
Was any of this useful? I sunk low in my seat, suddenly aware everyone in the room thought I preferred cock. As usual, Reno�s fault. Everything was Reno�s fault. By this time tomorrow, Tseng would notify me I�d been rejected as Lead Turk on the basis of my sexual perversions.
�It�s why we got rid of Veld,� he�d say. �Too many hot men in the department to have a blood-sucking cock-sucker on point.�
�Yo, it�s been an hour and twenty minutes!� Reno stood up and grabbed a person in scrubs, who�d seen him but unsuccessfully tried to scuttle around unnoticed. �When are we getting in to see Doctor Sin?� he asked bluntly.
The man grimaced. �Don�t let him hear you say that,� he hissed, jerking away. �I�ll see what�s taking so long. What�s your name?�
�We have an appointment together,� Reno said. �I�m Reno and he�s Valentine.�
�Pregnancy test?� the man snickered, dodging Reno�s bitch-slap at the last second. He ran toward the Staff Only door, chuckling.
�He hires people just like himself,� Reno grumbled.
I didn�t doubt the truth of that.
This day couldn�t end quickly enough. Once I got Reno out of here, I�d fuck the hell out of him, just like he wanted and just like I needed. I�d cover him in bite marks and make him go to work wearing the evidence of our relationship. While I was at it, I�d claw him up, too.
I�d make him shout my name in pleasure, pain, and everything in between.
�You got a wicked look on your face, Vincent,� Reno commented.
I looked at those soft lips and kitsune eyes. �Do I?� I asked neutrally.
�Yeah. Better tone the glowing-red-eyes thing down before going into the lair of the-.�
�Mr. Reno, Mr. Valentine,� a tech shouted.
�Finally!� Reno shot out of his chair. Scratching at his arm, he walked swiftly to the open door. I followed at a more sedate pace, aware of many eyes upon me.
The tech led us to the elevator. �You�re going straight to the bio-diagnostics department, room 4656,� she said, handing us paper gowns. �Disrobe, put the gowns on, and wait for Doctor Hojo.� She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, stuck one in her mouth and glared at us. �I�m going outside for my smoke break. Another tech can answer your call if you need something.� Her hand on the hallway doorknob, she paused. Slowly, she turned back around to look at us. �Word of advice. Don�t wander.�
As if I desired exploring the inner sanctum of a fiend.
I punched the button and in a moment, the lift opened. Reno and I entered and I hit the appropriate floor number.
�What�s she mean, don�t wander?� Reno shivered. �I can�t wait to get out of here. If I could be unconscious for this, I�d do it.�
�Be careful what you wish for,� I murmured, thinking of how many people probably came here unconscious and never left.
Reno smelled good. I leaned over him and inhaled. He shivered. �Not in the lift,� he had the guts to scold.
�If I want to fuck you in an elevator, I will,� I said, moving closer. �I don�t care who sees me spreading you open.�
Reno grabbed the handrail and closed his eyes. �Don�t you dare do this to me, not here,� he whispered scathingly. �I�ve got a real phobia for this place.� Despite his words, he blushed. I could see his pulse hammering against his throat.
The elevator opened. We walked out and found our door. I began to strip immediately, knowing my ensemble would take time to dismantle. Reno threw his gown on the single examination table and strolled around, pointedly not looking at me. �Look at all this shit,� he said, opening drawers and cabinets.
�Stop nosing around the supplies and hurry up,� I ordered. �The sooner we get this over with, the better.�
Reno, growling, shucked his clothes in about nine seconds flat. I looked at that toned body, imagining how I would twist it around. He so deserved it. I�d either hook him for life or make him quit teasing me.
Really, I didn�t want him to quit. His blatant pursuit flattered me a great deal.
With Reno�s eyes upon me, I finished undressing. His eyes ate me as I put on the gown. �You really are too fucking hot to believe,� he said, leaning his hip on the table. �You sure you won�t be my steady?�
�We�ve had this discussion.� I sat on the table and looked down at him. �I don�t go into multiple partners. You want me, then you have to commit to only me, Reno.�
�I�ll think about it very seriously,� he said. �I do still like women.�
�So do I.�
�Then, why don�t we pick one out together?� Reno sidled up to me. �Come on, Vincent. It�ll be fun.�
�No.�
�Just say you�ll think about it?� He stared up at me with his denim and sulfur eyes.
I felt myself weakening. That fucking aphrodisiac! �No, Reno,� I said firmly, taking my gaze from him.
A knock came at the door, which always irritated me about doctors. They were about to know you inside and out, yet they carried on this pretense that you had dignity. They didn�t even wait for you to answer, just blustered on in�
We waited.
�Yo, we�re ready,� Reno shouted.
The door opened and in strode the man I used to loathe more than anything. Now, I merely found him to inspire hatred, not murder. He�d made up for some of his crimes, shown he could be decent if he had to be, but I didn�t trust him one bit.
Hojo looked down at his clipboard, flicking his infernal bangs out of his way. �Status bomb,� he muttered. His black, cold eyes traveled to us. Slowly, he began to smile.
I never liked his smile. It was a snake�s smile, all oily and venomous.
�Your fault, naturally, Reno,� Hojo said, surprising me. �You and your love of pyrotechnics.� He checked his clipboard again, then hauled Reno�s injured arm closer to his face. �Hit you dead-on. What are your symptoms?�
�Nervous, anxious, horny,� Reno recited, edging away from Hojo.
�Mouthy, irritating, exasperating,� I added. �Then, there�s his basic personality.�
Hojo looked like he might laugh, but he didn�t. He swabbed off Reno�s arm with an alcohol pad and dropped it into a vial. �Your symptoms, Valentine?�
�The urge to either fuck or kill him,� I answered truthfully.
�Pick one,� Hojo advised. �Doing both is a sign of deep mental disturbance, in either order.� He shone a light in my eyes one by one. �Yes, I see the aphrodisiac in you,� he murmured. �Your pupils are dilated and you can�t focus on the light for long.�
Unbidden, the idea of fucking Hojo rose up within me. I closed my eyes quickly.
�So, can you fix us?� Reno asked.
�Of course I can fix you, Turk,� Hojo snapped.
It felt odd to hear that title from him and not have the anger directed at me.
�Let me run a test to see which batch of the drug hit you.� Hojo took his vial and walked to the door. �Unless you each want a full physical beforehand?�
We answered to the negative quickly.
�I didn�t think so.� Hojo tucked the vial into his lab coat pocket. �This will take about an hour. Make yourselves comfortable.�
�God, he gives me the shivers,� Reno complained. He hopped up to the table, sitting beside me.
�I give you the shivers, too,� I reminded him. Something smelled strange in the room. I hated odd odors. But, places of medicine never smelled good.
�Yeah, in a good way,� Reno replied. �Speaking of which, we have a free hour��
�You want me to fuck you in this examination room?� I smiled. �Does the door lock?�
�I�ll check.� Reno got down and looked. �Nope.�
The sight of his bare ass peeking at me from the folds of his gown, made me hard.
Accepting that Reno had managed to change me from a straight heterosexual to a bisexual, I didn�t try to ignore my dick. When he turned and saw it tenting, he grinned. With a sly nonchalance, he slid a drawer out and removed a bottle. �We�re in luck,� he said. �Doctor Insane keeps all sorts of useful things in these rooms.�
�Is that lubricant?� I asked.
�Sure is.� He put it down on a sliding table, kicking it close to me. �You know, I think I can help you get rid of your medical phobia, and maybe treat myself at the same time.� He looked meaningfully at the dangling restraint straps on my table.
�No.� I would not submit to that, especially in Hojo�s domain.
�I didn�t mean for you, hotness,� Reno drawled. �Though, I can see the merit of tying you down.�
�Except in the relationship sense,� I muttered. �Do you smell something odd?�
Reno sniffed the air. �Nasty sterilizers,� he answered, shrugging. Without further ado, he shucked his gown and grabbed the lube.
I�d seen him naked just moments before, and just a few hours previous, but for some reason I felt enflamed as if I�d never seen him before. In seconds I had him on the table, slamming him hard to the barely padded surface. �You have good ideas, Reno,� I said, watching his eyes and taking the bottle from his limp hand.
�I know,� he whispered.
I tore my gown off. Reno rolled his head to look at my erection, which bobbed in anticipation. Before I could slick up, he had me in his mouth.
Ohhh, Shiva.
Hot, wet. Strong suction. He swallowed me down as far as he could, gagging. My eyes rolled back. I loved oral sex. He had a talented, talented mouth, once it stopped forming words. I twined my fingers in his bright, silky hair, too pleased to do more than feel his movement.
Faster, now. I wanted him to slow, so I gripped his fall of hair. �Not so quick,� I half-pleaded.
Reno slowed, sucking harder, twirling his tongue around and around me. �Fuck,� I cursed, my body jerking.
He released me. �More later,� he promised.
I jerked his head back to my aching throb. �More, now,� I corrected. �You started this, now finish it.�
Grinning, Reno worked free of my grip. �You�re so demanding.�
I watched, fascinated as he rose up on all fours and wagged his tight ass at me. �We don�t have time for a good blow job, hotness,� he said. �Hojo could be back at any moment, no matter what time frame he gave.�
I needed no more excuse to take what I wanted. I hit the pump top on the lube bottle so hard it broke. Shuddering, I coated myself in the cold, slick fluid. In seconds I pressed at his opening.
�Oh, yeah,� Reno sighed, pushing back toward me.
Lust surged through my blood. I entered him slowly, savoring the incredibly tight heat. Reno groaned, pushing the rest of the way with violence. �Romance later, too,� he panted as I hit bottom and moaned. �Fuck me, Vincent.�
He said that better than anyone I could remember, even� her.
Fully seated, I reached forward and tore a restraint from the table. Reno jerked as the canvas wrapped around his wrist. �What?� he asked in foggy confusion. I ignored him, grabbed his other wrist and tied. Fisting his hair and the strap, I yanked him over my cock, hard.
�You�ll wish I�d thrown you out the church window,� I uttered. �Squeeze me, Reno!�
�Ah, Vincent!� Reno arched. His hands spread. Even tied, he managed to pry his ass cheeks further apart, lessening my tension. �God, yes!�
I plowed into him. Nothing seemed as important as making this man say my name again and again. I entered his pulsing channel, watching him open and swallow me each time. He strained against his bond, but he didn�t fool me for a second. He liked this.
No, he loved it. And, I loved it, too.
He clenched around me so hard I thought he�d break my dick off. Gasping, I threw my head back. I could not come, yet. I enjoyed this too much.
I leaned over him and found his cock. Hand still slick from my own lubing, I wrapped my fingers around him. He trembled, shivered as I set a thrust-pull rhythm, dug his toes into the paper covered mattress. I heard the table creak, then a sharp snap as we broke the floor bolt on it.
�Oh god,� Reno moaned. �Vincent, I can�t-.�
Then don�t,� I snarled. �Come for me, Reno!� I released his hands to slap his quivering ass, still jerking him mercilessly. �Come in my hand, now!�
Crying out, Reno did exactly as I commanded. He clamped down on me, and I joined him, helpless to resist any longer.
Reno collapsed. I pulled out and tore him loose of the restraint, flipping him to face me. I wanted those filthy, mocking lips, and I took them. Reno made a sound in his throat, a pleased, satisfied sound that made me feel like a man again.
He tasted like bourbon, cheap cigarettes and chocolate, like the Costa del Sol rum and deceit. I pried those lips open farther, tangling our tongues. The feel of him enchanted me. I wrapped him in my arms, breaking the kiss to suck at the tender flesh of his throat. My lips slid over where I�d bitten and clawed him in the church, bringing the taste of blood to mingle with the rest of his flavors.
�Holy shit,� Reno sighed into my shoulder. �Vincent, I think I love you.�
Normally, that would have been the proverbial wet blanket after mind-blowing sex. It surprised me I didn�t find his words frightening. I indulged in my softer side, stroking his hair and feeling him relax in my arms.
A knock.
I looked around in a panic. We�d ruined our gowns. I didn�t see a single thing to cover us with.
Hojo strolled in, a tray with two syringes on it balanced in his left hand. �I�m sending a report to Tseng,� he told us, completely ignoring our mortification and swinging cocks. �The drug did something unexpected to you, Turk,� he said, looking at Reno. �Your body chemistry changed its structure.� He put the tray down and looked at Reno�s arm again. I slunk around him and grabbed a sheet of paper from the table, wrapping it around me.
�I�m taking you off work for awhile,� he went on. �You�re contagious in the extreme.� He paused to write on a little pad of paper. �Valentine, same for you. Don�t touch anybody, do you hear?� He turned and stuck me with a needle. �By the way, time for a mako shot for each of you. You�ll need the extra stamina.�
Reno sat quietly, biting his lip as Hojo gave him his injection. I could tell he�d never planned to make us both contagious. He�d not thought beyond getting me inside his ass.
�My advice is to hole up in one apartment or the other, order food to come to you, and to fuck each other�s brains out.� Hojo tossed our used needles and smiled. �It could be that you need to ejaculate a specific number of times to purge your systems. I�ll put your case on top of my priorities.� He spied at the broken bottle of lube.
Reno and I watched as Hojo unlocked a cabinet and pulled out a small crate. He set it on the table. �Take this with you.�
I looked. He�d given us an entire box of lubricant.
Reno offered me a weak smile.
I scowled at him.
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Hojo whistled as he strode down the long hallway to his private office. Once inside, he shut the door, locked it, and sat down with a good drink of Cactaur Tequila. He lit a smoke, booted his computer, and sat back, smiling.
He punched a button.
VIDEO FEED TERMINATED
Still smiling, Hojo pulled the recorder from his hard drive. The whispered words of a frantic Reno made his heart swell with pleasure. �I just need him to get another dose of the aphrodisiac,� he�d said. �Can you hook me up? I promise there�ll be something in it for you.�
�Oh, there�s something in it for me, alright,� Hojo said to himself, laughing a bit as he opened his desk drawer. He labeled the recorder chip with the date, and the names of his latest guests in room 4656. �For all posterity,� he murmured.
The chip went into a small box with an even smaller label.
For my darling ex-wife, upon her return.
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