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Broken Wings	By : crystalwind Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: More molestation and incest, to a worse degree this time

Chapter Two – Rumors

Fall, 2008
“Let’s continue where we left off last time. We were discussing your sixth grade year, the year that it all started.”
“You remembered from two days ago with your notes and tape recording. Great job.”
“We discussed how it started, and I asked you what changed.”
“I’m not going to sit here and give you a detailed accounting of every little thing that happened to me, if that’s what you’re after. Things escalated.”
“Escalated?”
“Escalated. To become or cause something to become greater, more serious, or more intense, or to increase (usually rapidly) by stages. Past tense, obviously. Encarta and the American Heritage dictionaries, in case you’re curious.”
“You have a very detailed memory.”
“No. I have a perfect memory. They tested me in fourth grade. Not just photographic; it doesn’t have to be something I’ve seen or read. I remember everything. They told me it was a gift; I think they’re idiots, personally. I guess they never figured the kinds of things I’d be forced to remember though.”
“I can understand how difficult it must…”
“Do you have a perfect memory?”
“No.”
“Then you have absolutely no way of understanding “how difficult” it is. So, forgive me for refusing to give you a blow-by-blow account of my life, but believe me, I don’t need to talk to you to remember it.”
“Do you remember it all, though? It’s not really the point of this, the point is to get you to talk about it and work through the mental and emotional issues that it’s caused, but do you really remember it all, or have you blocked it away? A perfect memory doesn’t prevent you from being able to compartmentalize your thoughts, and avoid remembering the things that have hurt you.”
“Compartmentalize… Is that something normal people can do? Because I’ve got the dictionary memorized, but I still don’t understand what that means, how it works. I can’t just block out the bad parts of my life; they’re all I have of the past four years.”
“Do the memories keep you awake at night?”
“You people dope me up at night. How would anything keep me awake? It doesn’t keep me from dreaming though, whatever you’ve got me on. If I have nightmares, it’s because you force me to sleep and dream.”
“You can’t stay awake indefinitely, Reno. No one can.”
“I bet I could break the world record.”
“Tell me what you dream about at night.”

Summer, 2005
“It really sucks that you have so much homework to do this summer, man.” Zack looked at Reno sympathetically, but Axel just snorted.
“That’s what he gets for being too smart. Rude has to do extra homework this summer too I heard.”
Reno nodded. “Yeah, but he’s being advanced a grade in his history and English classes, so we can’t even work on homework together since mine is all math.” Zack grimaced.
“A summer of math homework. I don’t understand how you like it so much, seriously.” Reno’s only response was a noncommittal grunt, and Zack shrugged. “Well, if you get finished earlier than you expect to, you know where to find us!”
“Yeah. Have fun I guess…” Reno knew where to find them, all right. They would be spending the entire day at the beach, having fun in the perfect weather while he would be stuck in the house – and he wouldn’t be doing homework all day. The homework he’d been assigned over the summer was easy for him, and he was already well ahead of where he needed to be. He wouldn’t – couldn’t – tell them that though; homework was the only viable excuse he had for staying home so often that summer, when Aimee was at work and Axel was headed out the door. Reno needed that excuse; his father would expect nothing less.
Reno’s “encounters” with his father had only increased over the course of the previous school year, especially after Reno entered puberty and became capable of ejaculating. Now, well into the next summer, they had moved well past simple touching and grinding. As Reno had expected, his father was waiting in his bedroom again when he got home. As usual, he was sitting on Reno’s bed, watching with that oddly emotionless expression as he came through the door. “Take off your clothes.” He did as he was bade, trying to ignore the new items, the bottle of lotion and the single latex glove, sitting on the bed at his father’s side. He didn’t have to ask what to do next; he’d gotten good at this over the past couple of months.
He started off slowly, dragging his tongue lightly up the underside of his father’s cock before wrapping his lips around the head. He bobbed his head shallowly for the first few minutes, swirling his tongue around as he stroked the shaft with one hand. He used his other hand to cup his father’s testicles, stroking them with his thumb and tugging gently when he bobbed his head down.
James moaned, beginning to rock his hips, and Reno took that as his signal to move, swinging his hind end around until his hip touched the side of the bed. This gave him a better angle to begin deepthroating, and gave his father easier access to run a hand along his back, his buttocks. James pumped his hips up into his son’s hot, moist mouth, groaning as Reno began to suck, working his throat muscles t the same time to contract tightly around his tip. He spent a few minutes rubbing a heavy hand down his son’s back, enjoying the feel of the soft, warm skin shifting beneath his palm. Then he removed his hand, and Reno heard the snap of a glove being pulled on, the heavy squelch of lotion being pumped out and smeared over latex-covered fingers. He focused on the task in front of him, trying not to flinch when he felt a slick finger slip along his crack and rub small circles over his entrance. It was an unwelcome sensation, but not entirely unexpected; if he’d had time to think about it, Reno would probably have been surprised that it had taken so long to happen.
He didn’t falter when that first finger slipped inside, merely grunting a little in surprise. A sharp, heavy thrust rewarded him for the noise, and he remembered that his father liked that, enjoyed the feel of the vibrations running along his cock. He made more noise then, moaning along the downstroke, and did his best to ignore the finger that quickened its movements inside him. He couldn’t ignore it for long, however, as it brushed over a small bundle over nerves inside of him. He jerked, choking, his shout muffled around his father’s member. He was immediately ashamed of how quickly he felt his body tighten, his nipples and penis both hardening and becoming rigid; of how he instinctively bowed his back to raise his hips higher and push himself back onto the finger, seeking the sensation again.
James approved of the reaction, not even minding the choking since it simply created more pleasurable contractions around his dick. He fisted his free hand in Reno’s hair, rocking his hips into a faster rhythm and forcing his son’s head to match the pace. He increased the pace with his finger at the same time, stroking across the spot over and over again. Reno couldn’t stop his own hips from beginning to roll in time with the thrusting, couldn’t stop the loud moans and high-pitched whimpers escaping his throat. He was too caught up in the moment to notice any discomfort when the second feeling was added; he only know that now there were two digits stroking him, scissoring and massaging that lump until he was practically screaming, his hips spasming and precum dripping in a continuous stream from his own penis.
He did notice the discomfort of the third finger, and tears rolled down his cheeks to drip unceremoniously on his father’s groin, hating himself for his body’s reactions, for enjoying the feeling of being stretched and stroked. His father wasn’t deterred by the tears; if anything, he was only spurred on more by them. His thrusts became more erratic, and before long the fingers were removed, to Reno’s displeasure and relief. Then his head was roughly jerked back and his father stroked himself once, twice, and began to cum. Reno opened his mouth obediently, catching the thick ribbons of semen on his face and tongue.
As he knew his father expected him to, he settled on his knees and leaned back, allowing his erection to jut out and bob feely in front of his body, the leaking tip brushing his navel and leaving small smears of precum in its wake. He then wiped a hand across his face, smearing it with his father’s seed before bringing his hand down to stroke himself. There were still tears staining his face, and now that his father was no longer touching him he was calm enough to be ashamed and humiliated again so he made it quick, jerking himself off with hard, fast strokes. He came quickly across his chest and abdomen, and wasted little time in cleaning himself off, sucking the cum off of his fingers as he wiped it off of his face and body.
James stood then, pulling his glove off and dropping it on the floor for Reno to clean up. Reno bowed his head, expecting his father to leave as normal, so he didn’t see the hand swinging towards his face. The slap snapped his head to the side and left him gasping for breath at the sudden shock of it. The backhand caught him with even more force, bowling him over and making him knock his head against the ground. “Don’t you ever cry when I’m in here with you again.” The door clicked sharply when he closed it behind him.
Reno wiped himself off with a pack of wet wipes under his bed, then climbed under the covers, knocking the bottle of lotion off the bed as he did so. Then he curled in on himself and wept. He was disgusted with himself; only a filthy whore could actually enjoy this.

Winter, 2005
Axel stared at the presents piled under the Christmas tree, frowning. Every year, he and Reno got more or less the same amount of presents, some of them the same exact thing. When one of the twins wanted something special they sometimes had an extra present, although more often than not both boys would wind up getting the extra item. This year, however, something had changed. Axel wasn’t bothered by the reduced number of presents under the tree; their father was still out of work, and he knew their mother had had to pick up extra shifts at her restaurant and work a lot of overtime to get them presents at all this year. What bothered him was the fact that most of the presents were for him; Reno had hardly anything waiting under the tree, and it didn’t make sense.
“Did Reno ask for a really big gift that’s out in the garage this year, or something?” He glanced over at his family, only to notice his mother ignoring him, face buried in a magazine, his father staring at him with a strange, emotionless expression, and Reno arching an eyebrow, the hint of an arrogant smirk gracing his features.
“Money’s tight this year Axel, remember? I told them I didn’t want any special presents for Christmas this year; it wasn’t fair to make Mom have to work so much extra for things we don’t need.”
Axel gaped at him, hurt. Why would Reno do something like that without telling him? The two brothers usually made decisions like that together, or at least told one another if they were going to do something that serious, but lately Reno hadn’t been talking to Axel much at all, and now this? Reno’s smirk widened a fraction and Axel turned away abruptly, trying to hide both the scowl and the tears that burned behind his eyelids and threatened to fall. He didn’t have to be so damned smug and arrogant about it. His stomach churned when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw their father brush a hand through Reno’s hair. “Good boy.”
The rest of the morning passed by in silence, broken only by the quiet crinkling of wrapping paper. Reno received socks, underwear, a few shirts and a new pair of jeans. Axel got all of the above, plus books, CDs, and the new iPod that he’d wanted. Now he hardly wanted any of it. Through it all, Reno stared at him, blue eyes cool and calculating. Axel couldn’t help but wonder if he just wanted to see for himself how much he’d been hurt. When the presents were finished and the wrapping paper cleaned up, Axel retreated to his room, feeling ill.

Over at Zack’s house, things were another story. Genesis, whose parents had left him alone for the holidays in favor of going to Paris, and Sephiroth, whose father was stuck in Midgar on business, had both been invited over by Zack and Angeal’s mother, Gillian. The three older boys sat in the living room, laughing as Zack bounced around excitedly, passing out presents to everyone. Over the years, everyone had expected Zack to calm down as he got older and lose a little bit of his childish exuberance. He defied expectations, however, and few people could honestly say that they were disappointed by it. He, like Sora Strife, was the kind of person whose smile could light up a room, and everyone was happy to have him around. The mood in the Hewley house was lighthearted and cheerful, and it wasn’t until around noon, after presents and Christmas brunch were through, that the mood became more serious.
“I wonder if Reno got anything cool this year?” Zack fiddled with his new football cheerfully, wondering if it was too early to call his friend and find out. Sephiroth didn’t appear to have heard the question, trying to figure out what purpose a pair of fuzzy handcuffs – a present from Genesis intended as a gag gift, although he didn’t realize it – could possibly have, but Angeal and Genesis exchanged a somber glance before turning to Zack.
“Zack, we’ve been meaning to talk to you about Reno. You know he’s been in our math class all year?” Zack nodded, and Angeal continued, “Don’t you think he’s been acting a little weird lately, a lot quieter than normal? He used to be almost as outspoken as you.”
Zack frowned, thinking about it. “I guess so… I just figured now that he’s advanced a grade in his math class, he’s just growing up like everyone always says they expect me to. He doesn’t talk to us or hang out with the band as much now, but that’s just because he’s always working on his math homework…”
Sephiroth looked up from his handcuffs at that, frowning. “What math homework? We hardly ever get any.”
Zack blinked. “But… he always goes straight home instead of hanging out with us like he used to, and when we ask he always says he has a lot of math homework to work on! Why… why would he lie to us about that?” The boys all glanced around at one another, worrying. Something weird was going on with Reno, and none of them had a good feeling about it.

“…and he’s being a complete jerk about it! It’s like he did it on purpose just to make me look bad, and Mom and Dad have both ignored me all morning!” Axel lay on his bed, holding his cell phone close to his ear with one hand and gesturing wildly with the other, even though Roxas couldn’t see it.
“Why would he do that though? Doesn’t he usually talk to you about that kind of thing?”
“That’s just it, Rox. He hardly bothers talking to me at all lately, like I’m not even worth his time.”
On the other end of the call Roxas frowned, fingering his wristband idly as he thought about it. “He’s been acting really strange lately, don’t you think?”
Axel scoffed. “What, you mean besides all arrogant and distant from everyone?”
“Maybe not arrogant, but he has been really distant with everyone lately… ever since the summer, really. It’s like something’s been bothering him, but he hasn’t said anything to anyone about it.”
Axel frowned. “You’re right. He has been acting weird since summertime… That’s when he started making up excuses about his math homework to avoid hanging out with everyone. He’s practically abandoned the band; all he does is hang out at home alone now. Zack and Rude are never over any more either; I bet he’s not talking to them either.”
“Something’s wrong with him, Axel, and I don’t believe for a second that any of the rumors about him having a girlfriend or some stupid thing over on the main island are true. I think something is really, really wrong…”

Spring, 2006
In spite of their misgivings, none of the people close to Reno were ever able to get him to open up about what was wrong. That second semester of seventh grade passed in much the same way as the first had. Reno continued to isolate himself from those around him, although now he attempted to alienate Axel as much as possible when their friends weren’t around to see. Although Axel did his best to keep his conversation with Roxas in mind and to continue being supportive of his brother, it was difficult not to grow bitter, and he found himself avoiding talking about Axel whenever the topic came up with his friends.
The rumors about Reno grew worse that semester as well. Setzer, arguably one of the worst bullies on the island, was quick to spread new lies about the redhead, moving from rumors about a secret girlfriend to tales of gangs and alcohol and drugs on the main island. Axel, hurting as he was, did little to dispel the rumors, merely saying when asked that he knew nothing of any trips to the larger island. As a result, many people outside of the twins’ closest circle of friends passed the rumors along, and even started to believe them.
As for that circle of friends, only a few made continuous efforts to stand by Reno’s side; the others, although still supportive of him, allowed him to keep his distance, hanging out more with Axel instead. Of those final few, Zack and Rude were the most persistent. Zack was indefatigable in his attempts to include Reno back in the old group and make him smile again. Rude was much quieter in his efforts, for which Reno found himself thankful. Rude gave him the space that he needed outside of school, but always sat next to him in the classes they had together or at lunch, where he always brought extra baked goods from his mother to share. Reno looked forward to these moments, and was too grateful to have him as a friend to make a concerted effort to drive him away. As it turned out, he didn’t have to.

“I’ll be leaving this summer.” Reno looked up sharply from his lunch.
“What do you mean, leaving? Where are you going?”
Rude sighed, fiddling with the cellophane wrapper for his sandwich. “You remember that special program in Zanarkand? For the advanced students? We talked about applying, remember?”
Reno stilled, looking down at his food. He remembered, all right. He and Rude had both been going to apply for it; Rude for his history and English classes, Reno for his math. They had always talked about travelling to Zanarkand together; Reno’s family probably wouldn’t be able to go, so he was going to stay with Rude and his mother during the three-year course of studies. Rude had apparently applied as planned, and had been accepted. Reno, on the other hand, hadn’t dared. If he’d applied and gotten accepted, Axel would have been left at home alone… with their father. The idea was out of the question, and he’d put it out of his mind. Rude, obviously, had not.
“Yeah, I remember, Rude. You’ll be gone for three whole years…”
“And then I’ll be back. It’s not forever, and we can still call each other or write letters.”
“…Yeah.”

Fall, 2008
“Did you feel betrayed that Rude was going to Zanarkand?”
“Why would I feel betrayed?”
“He went on the trip that you were supposed to take without you, and he left you alone. Surely that upset you?
Reno shrugged and crossed his arms, a defensive pose that Dr. Gast was very familiar with by now. It was unlikely that Reno would answer any more questions now. “I was trying to get rid of them anyway, him and Zack. Why should it bother me?”
“Ah, yes. Zack left that year too didn’t he, to Midgar?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It must have been hard on you, losing your last close friends at the same time.”
He shifted in his seat, glancing up at the clock. “Is it time for lunch yet? I’m hungry.”

A/N:
A little bit longer this time, but I don’t know if I’m going to wind up doing any “long” chapters like in The Reaper.
Let the self-isolation and self-loathing begin… Poor Reno :-/ I think I’m going to have him use the same excuse every chapter to end the sessions :p
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