Mako Reactor

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We still had an hour before Strife would start herding us up. Valentine dressed and slid back onto the bed, his red eyes watching me as I put on my own clothing. His attention focused upon the lingering evidence of his beatings. “Why does it feel good when you…?” He stopped talking. Incredibly, the faintest tinge of pink seeped into his pale cheeks.

“It’s your prostate gland,” I informed, threading my belt through and cinching it. “It’s a necessary thing and very open to stimulus. It helps provide fluid for ejaculation, since your balls only make sperm.”

“That doesn’t explain why it feels good.” He looked away from me.

“I understand some people don’t like it. It’s a matter of personal taste, I suppose.”

His eyes shot to mine suddenly.

I laughed. “It doesn’t mean you’re gay,” I said. “You’re not a deviant.”

Valentine frowned. “But, I must be,” he said, making a fist.

I put on a shirt and walked over to him. How I treated him at this moment would define certain aspects of our relationship. Valentine, for all his capability, ingenuity, and intellegence, simply wasn’t metropolitan. I wasn’t either, truth be known. We belonged to a more sexually innocent time, a lost time.

“Valentine,” I said quietly, gaining his eyes once more. “Your body is made for pleasure. Does it really matter in what form it’s delivered? Isn’t a hole just a hole and a mouth a mouth?”

He eyed the mattress a moment before giving an almost imperceptible nod.

“You’ll never find another woman to compete with Lucretia,” I went on, making him close his eyes with pain. “All women remind you of her, don’t they? They do me.”

Again he nodded. “But you do, too,” he confessed. His claw hand began to pick at the bed, pulling up stuffing in just seconds. “I didn’t taste her when I kissed you, though.”

I bent to put on my boots, relieved he was finally, finally talking to me like he had sense. “She didn’t let me kiss her very often,” I told him, “especially toward the end.” I stood straight and made him look at me. “Try this with another man and see if it’s the same,” I suggested. “Another man won’t remind you of her.”

“I couldn’t.” Valentine gouged out giant bits of fluff now. “This is very hard as it is.”

Secretly pleased I wouldn’t have competitors anytime soon, I made sure my pack was secure and dragged a chair to the bedside. “What is the worst, then?” I asked, sitting. “The enjoyment, the partner, the method, what?”

“At this moment the order is reversed,” he answered. “I’m suddenly a homosexual, I’m letting my best enemy suck my cock, and, I’m enjoying it.”

His tragic recitation brought a chuckle from me. He narrowed his eyes.

“It isn’t funny,” he said flatly.

“You don’t think it’s funny I cock-hold my cuckholder?”

His lips compressed. “Not especially.”

I sighed. He needed a sense of humor.

“I’m not expecting you to hold my hand in public, you know,” I told him quietly. “To everyone else you can remain a remote and beautiful star. What we do isn’t anyone’s business.”

He looked sideways at me, his claws going still and his palm full of fluffy white mattress stuffing. “You used to be a braggart. I have to consider that.”

“I haven’t bragged about anything but scientific accomplishments.”

He started up the clawing again. The hole in the bed could fit my head in it now. We had a lot of damages to pay for in our room.

“True,” he relented after a few minutes.

“You think too much to really be a jock,” I said. “You’ve never been comfortable in your body, Valentine. I’m sorry even your jock friends weren’t really friends. If they had been, you’d have more security. It took this colorful band of Strife’s to reach you.”

He shuddered, looking up at the ceiling. “How do you know so much about me, Hojo?” he asked, his throat moving reflexively. “Why do you see what the others don’t?”

“My eyes don’t slide off of you for the sake of being polite, or for letting you brood, beautiful.” I got up. “Come on; I need breakfast.”

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Our neighbors were indeed in the common room, eating, when we ventured down. The room had no empty space except for the two spots at their table. I spied the rest of our party already eating and bickering as usual.

“They’re always arguing,” Valentine said, echoing my thoughts. “Sometimes I feel like shouting at them all to just shut up.”

“That would be interesting to see.” I moved to the checkout desk. He began walking down the buffet line, obviously not interested but needing to move. Crowded rooms made him nervous. People upset him.

“We broke the shower and the bed,” I told the sleepy clerk, who perked up quickly upon hearing my announcement. “I estimate about twelve hundred gil’s worth of damage.” I slid my platinum wedding ring off and put it on the counter. “This will cover it.” I didn’t have enough gil to just pay for the mess.

“Okay,” the clerk said after a moment. “This is solid platinum.”

“Yes.”

“Then yeah, definitely,” he pronounced. “Thanks for being up-front about it. Lotta guys just take off and leave us with a wrecked room.”

“That’s a shame,” I said, not really paying attention. My eyes were upon Valentine. He’d picked up a peach. He opened his mouth to bite into it and I shivered at seeing his sharp, white teeth. Like he owned the place, he sat with the two men he’d casually menaced last night.

I laughed to myself. He wasn’t a bit comfortable in here, but you’d never know it. He had his table-mates so cowed they couldn’t leave for fear of drawing his attention or offending him. His claws tapped a drumming roll just once, drawing their gaze to his fearsome, near-mythological weapon. They looked at the enormous gun strapped to his thigh, his bondage-like black leather straps and tattered cloak.

They probably believed a vampire sat with them.

Time for the mad scientist to make his appearance.

I gathered a plate of fruit and bread and then stuffed extra down in my pack before ambling over. “Gentlemen,” I greeted, making a point to eye their mangled hands. One of them gave a little start and looked away. The other reluctantly grunted a response.

The silence stretched. I dropped my apple and Valentine caught it before it traveled a hand-span, his movement so fast he seemed a blur. Carefully, he let it fall back into my hand.

“You two hired guns or something?” Daryll grunted.

“Mercenaries,” I said. It was close enough to the truth. “And you are?”

“Carpenters,” he answered. “So you fucking up our hands is pretty serious.”

“My apologies,” I said mildly. “If you hadn’t threatened to pass me between you all night long with tape over my mouth, I might not have set your work back.”

Valentine gave a deep little chuckle. His blood teeth, slightly elongated with the motions of eating, gleamed obviously in his mouth. “The tape isn’t a bad idea,” he said. “But, then I couldn’t keep your mouth busy.”

Shocked he’d say this in front of these two men, I met his eyes. That red gaze revealed nothing but humor over my dumbfounded silence.

“S’too bad we got off on the wrong foot,” the other man said, eyeing us both one by one. “You’re both pretty hot and we don’t see a lot of our kind of action around here.”

“He’s mine,” Valentine growled.

I almost came in my pants.

“Never meant to offend ya,” Daryll said quickly. “He was just making conversation is all.”

“Don’t mind him,” I said opening my juice. “People do stupid things when they’re drunk. Let me see your hands.”

With reluctance, both men put their hands on the table.

“Metacarpal and proximal phalanx bones broken,” I declared after looking at each of them. “You’ll need casts.”

“Ain’t no sawbones out here,” Daryll said.

I looked at Valentine.

“I wouldn’t,” he said. “They were going to rape you. They’ll probably rape some other poor faggot in the future. I’d say they’ve already done so more than once.”

“We haven’t.” The unnamed one flushed. “We’re together. We just got a little carried away.”

“And,” Valentine continued, “They haven’t even apologized to either of us. I don’t think they learned anything.”

His ruling caused them to glance fearfully at each other. “We are sorry,” Darryl said.

“Yeah,” his friend agreed.

“Lastly, it will take time to put casts on them. We’re leaving in thirty minutes.” Valentine took one of my apples and bit down into it, again showing his teeth. I conceded his method of intimidation a valid one, for the men shivered as they watched him eat.

“We got plaster and wire screening in our truck,” one said quickly. “Come on, man, if you’re a doctor, please help us out. Our hands heal crooked and we starve.”

I packed up the rest of my food. “Fine,” I said. “But I’m a veterinarian, not a doctor.” I didn’t want my identity completely questioned. “Show me out to your truck.” I grabbed a water pitcher from a nearby table and stood.

Valentine stood as well. “I’m going with you,” he declared quietly.

Oh, these men would be on their best behavior now.

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I would carry the next thirty minutes in my memory for the rest of my life. I’d never stood in a parking lot and made casts out of plaster, wire screening, and duct tape. I’d also never attended to medicine while having Valentine staring at my patients. They barely spoke a word while he looked at them.

“Don’t get them wet when you bathe,” I said. “Wrap a plastic bag around the cast.”

“If indeed they do bathe,” Valentine remarked. He put his hand on my shoulder. Without another word he yanked me away, taking us swiftly toward the inn.

“Well, they know we bathe,” I joked. “They spied on us through the hole you knocked in the shower.”

He stopped dead. Like lightning, he turned around, his face enraged. I got in front of him and pushed on his chest, but his strength just pushed me ahead of him. My soles dragged over the loose gravel, having no purchase. “Don’t,” I said. “Anyone would have looked initially, just to see what happened. After that I’m sure they were too jealous of your cock to look away.”

He quit walking. His flared nostrils seemed to deflate a little. No man minded hearing he had a superior tool.

Holy Ifrit, he was so beautiful when mad.

“Besides,” I said, taking him by the elbow and spinning him one more time toward the inn. “You have to admit it’s flattering. They liked the way we look together.”

“Their opinions are worth nothing to me,” he growled, stamping along.

“They obviously are if you meant to bludgeon them to death over getting an eyeful. Think about it. You’ve never stopped having sex because the dog came in the room, have you?”

“I’ve never owned a dog.”

He was exasperating.

“Fine, you never had sex outside and cowered from the opinions of birds,” I amended. “You have problems with people, Valentine. I know because I share the issue.”

“You were friends with Cloud inside of two weeks and now you’re friends with Yuffie,” he countered, stopping just outside the door. “It took me longer than that. You even had a previous reputation with them while I did not.”

This really bothered him, I realized.

“You awe them,” I pointed out. “They aren’t awed by me, merely troubled.”

Valentine looked at me full-on. I raised my eyebrows. “Knowing you, when you met them you made a big, dramatic scene,” I went on. “It probably stuck.”

“It was my first time out of the coffin you put me in,” he replied, eyes hardening. “Cloud slid the lid back and I leaped out, scaring all of them. I didn’t know them; all I knew was my rest had ended and hunger ate at me.”

“A very dramatic first meeting, don’t you think?”

Valentine shrugged very slightly. “I suppose, but there’s no reason to feel awe, not now. They know me.”

“Ever hear the saying about how important first impressions are because you’ll never get another one?”

“A few times.” He folded his arms across his chest. “My first impression of you wasn’t that awe-inspiring, though. It wasn’t until a year later that my estimation of you changed.”

I sighed. “Having me shoot you, tamper with your dying body, then wrestle you into a coffin would certainly change your opinion about me. None of this is the point.”

He stared at me in silence.

“Fine, I give up,” I said. “But for Shiva’s sake, don’t be jealous of your own friends; I’m not twiddling any of them, am I?”

Incredibly, he smiled. “No. I would smell them on you.”

I briefly wondered if Valentine could be the same sort of jealous type that I was. If so, we were guaranteed to entertain the rest of the group.