Mako Reactor

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I felt ruined.

Valentine walked just to my left, his body showing every sign of recovery. Any injury I’d given him had vanished, a gift of my mako-rich semen. I, on the other hand, shambled like a reanimated corpse. I hadn’t come like that, ever, not once in my sexual history.

Hold a load long enough and the pressure let-off shattered you.

“What’s wrong with you?” Valentine asked, his dark voice betraying interest and anger. “You got what you wanted.”

“If you must know,” I snapped, “I’ve never blown my brains out through my cock. I’ve never had a man and I never imagined I would begin with you.”

Valentine, quiet, continued to walk. Then, he sighed. “Cloud really did put you up to it,” he said.

“He didn’t want you to die.” I stopped at the mouth of the cave, wiping my sticky hands on some moss. “You would have died, Turk. I’m surprised you’ve gone this long without mako.” The fucking lubricant would not rub off. It picked up dirt, adding a new layer of grime to my hands. “You should have a supplemental shot, a purer version of mako. If I had it, I’d give it to you.”

“You would?” His voice deepened. “You would treat me for my ailments? You would mend the man who broke your marriage into tiny pieces?”

I glanced at him, furiously trying to get the filth off my hands by rubbing them together. “She used us both, Valentine,” I told him. “Get over it.”

He drew back, his crimson eyes flaring. “I don’t think she intended to use either of us.”

“She didn’t?” I stepped up to him, grabbing his gauntlet. “What’s this? Do you think I gave this to you on a whimsy? You were turning into a demon, Valentine. If I hadn’t loped off your arm, you would have.”

He jerked away. “So you say,” he replied, eyes still hot with anger. “You shot me, played around with my corpse and left me to rot in a reeking basement.”

“I finished your transformation.” Abandoning cleanliness, I advanced upon him again. “Lucretia wanted to make you into something better, something invulnerable. She wanted to always have you, Valentine, to never hear you’d fallen while doing the dirty work of the Shin-Ra Corporation.”

God, it hurt to say it aloud.

“I gave you the prosthetic to preserve your humanity. Yes, I hated you for what you did, for making me think every time I fucked my wife, I was sliding in your come.” I leaned up into his face, watching with satisfaction as he recoiled from me. “But, I’m a sucker for beauty, and I couldn’t leave you unfinished.”

“You’re mad, Hojo,” he said, backing away.

“Why? Because I tell the truth? Because I reveal everything rather than dance around what you and I and Lucretia did?”

“Because you aren’t ashamed of it,” he snarled, grabbing me by the shoulders. His claw dug painfully into my flesh, going to the bone. Whirling, he slammed me into the side of the cave entrance. “You have no embarrassment, no goddamn humiliation for any of it, Hojo.”

I laughed. He shoved my head against the rock, bearing down on me and breathing down my neck. “You dare to find any of this humorous?” he demanded.

“It’s always funny to me when two monsters call each other on sins,” I said. “Stop wallowing in your precious mortification, Turk. You can’t undo the past with it, and it makes you poor company.”

“I fucking hate you.” Valentine’s teeth scraped my neck. “I hate you so much I cherish you for it.”

I closed my eyes, fully understanding what he meant with those hot, breathy words. But, my hatred of him had another dimension. I hated him for making me want him.

He bit down.

I gasped at the sharp, glorious pain, at the ensuing flood of arousal. My cock hardened almost instantly. It hurt, being pressed up to rock like this.

Valentine held my arms behind my back with one hand, using the other to wrench my head to one side. He needed better access to me. I relaxed, feeling his muscled body shaking against mine. He could take what he wanted without a struggle. I owed him as much as he owed me.

We should kill each other, if justice still had meaning in this world.

I lost my legs as he began to suck. He held me up easily. His big dick pressed into my backside. I pushed at him feebly, both appalled and ecstatic with the idea of taking him in. He growled, shook me in warning to be still.

I knew he wouldn’t think of my pleasure. He hadn’t asked for his own orgasm, after all.

I grew drowsy. He couldn’t drain me, but he could weaken me. I wondered with a detached mind just how much he could drink.

I felt him withdraw his teeth. His tongue dragged over my skin, making me shudder and moan. The lightest chuckle raised every hair on my nape. “I can’t fucking believe you,” he said in my ear. “You want me, too, don’t you, Hojo? I could have had both of you.”

He let go of me and I dropped. Breathing like smithy bellows, I stared up at his face. Yes, he could have had both of us, probably. ‘Cretia would have liked that. She could’ve alleviated her guilt, had her cake and eaten it too. Maybe. I’d considered her mine and I didn’t have a good history with sharing.

He knelt beside me, all grace and beauty and strength. His red eyes taking me in, he reached out to move my head to one side. I felt his finger coast down the bite. “You’re a tough son of a bitch, aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically. “I drank enough from you to kill.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” I gasped. “Give me ten minutes and you could do it again.”

“Is that so?” Valentine asked in a chilling voice, sitting down. “I have ten minutes.”

For perhaps five minutes we dwelt in silence. Then, I heard crunching footsteps. They stopped beside us. I opened my eyes to see Strife standing over us both. He looked at me. He looked at Valentine. Slowly, he squatted and felt for my pulse. “I’m glad you didn’t kill him,” he said to his friend. “He was the only one who could have helped you.”

“Only because I’m a creature of his lab,” Valentine growled.

Strife met his angry eyes calmly. “Hojo isn’t the only guilty one,” he replied quietly.

Valentine got up and simply vanished.

Sighing, Strife picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. “And people wonder why I mope around,” he said.