My Hero

My Hero


Summary: After the events of FF VII Reno leaves the turks to become a soldier of fortune on the recovering planet. But what happens when he comes face to face with the inspiration for his former life. Yaoi M/M, anal, oral, voyeurism, solo.

A.N - This fic is in response to the Vincent x Reno challenge issued by ZombieDuke. It’s also very late since I forgot all about it for nearly two years. It is only posted on AFF and BishiHQ so if you see it anywhere else it’s stolen. Ha! Like anyone would bother.
R & R please, even if you think it sucks

Disclaimer: I do not own FF VII or any of the characters associated with it, the locations or the events that take place in the original computer game. This is a work of fanfiction and as such is completely unauthorised by Square-enix. Also sex without protection is by no means endorsed by this work. Nor is it recommended to sleep with anyone with dæmonic blood that they can’t control. Safety first people. xxx
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Reno wandered through the rebuilt streets of Nibeheim. He missed his days in the Turks; just him, Rude, Elena and Tseng enforcing President Shinra’s regime and scouting for the now forgotten SOLDIER program. Those were the days. But since all that business with Sephiroth and the meteor, Shinra’s stock had all but collapsed and his continued employment had become an impossibility. “Damn you Seph” he thought to himself. Then again he couldn’t stay mad at an ass that fine, even if he was clearly over compensating with that Masamune of his.
Now he was a mercenary-for-hire, paid to guard, hunt and dispose-of-without-too-much-fuss everything from Chimaeras to small children. For the most part though his life was without excitement.

Since Sephiroth’s demise the illusion he had created had faded and refugees from Midgar were building real homes amongst the ashes and rubble of Nibelheim. Still, the old mansion had been largely untouched by the flames and Reno planned to use it to spend the night in absence of an inn.
He entered through the main doors and stepped into the dusty hall chamber. The huge staircase spread out before him. He ascended quietly, always on the alert for monsters hidden in the shadows. Thankfully there was nothing. He dumped his gear in the first bedroom he found and headed back across the landing toward the small bathroom.
To his delight the ancient shower still worked and gushed warm water out when he switched it on. He stripped off quickly and stepped under.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” the sigh escaped him. It was only luke warm water but it was his first proper wash in weeks.


Vincent Valentine stopped his search through the old tomes in the basement when he heard the water pipes grumble into action. He growled.
“Squatters?” he said to himself and reached for the pistol he’d left lying on the desk. He strode out of the door and into the stone tunnel that lead past the coffin room and to the stairs.
“Or worse i bet it’s looters!” No one else came in the mansion. Well, with the exception of Cloud and his friends who had awoken him from his cadaverous slumber and whom he’d aided in saving the planet. It seemed so long ago in his mind. He’d helped his friends to save the planet and they’d helped him set Lucresia’s spirit to rest. Friends. He hadn’t seen them in so long. They’d all gone their separate ways. Now with nowhere else to go and the dæmonic blood in his veins constantly screaming for battle he’d returned to the basement top shut himself away from civilisation for as long as possible. But now someone had disturbed him.
“And they’ll pay,” he thought to himself as the stone wall slid back and allowed him back into the mansion.

Weeks of dust and grime were washed from Reno’s body as the water coursed over his skin. He ran a hand through his hair, now back to it’s natural red sheen. His mind began to wonder as he relaxed more and more, back to the old days. The day they’d gone to the church to find the last ancient and fought Cloud. It seemed like a life time ago. Further back to the first time he’d met the president. Pompous bastard that he was. Good job on Seph to kill the jerk. Mmmmmm Seph... Unconsciously his hand moved down to his groin. Further back still to his first day in the Turks. His life had never been the same since and he’d loved every minute of his time with them. Of course he’d joined too late to meet his inspiration face to face, the man who’d first inspired him to join the Turks. Vincent Valentine. Without thinking he began to rub his finger tips along his own length. The guy had gone missing, not an entirely uncommon occurrence in a job like his. But then he’d turned up again fighting along side Avalanche. That had been a shock. Face to face with the man he’d idolised for as long as he could remember.
With a start he noticed the erection he’d been nursing.
“Wow, it’s been a while,” he thought. The house was silent around him. “Eh, why not.”
Grasping his shaft firmly he began to stimulate himself.
Sleek black hair cascading across the shoulders of a red cloak.
Figure hugging black showing off every curve.
Reno imagined himself carefully stripping away the layers of clothing to reveal the perfect body underneath.
Their bodies meeting.
Grinding together.
He was almost there now. The pace quickened.
His lover’s soft caress.
A gentle moan.
And he was done. He blew his load onto the shower floor a split second before the wall behind him imploded.

Vincent had crept silently toward the bathroom, the source of the disturbance. Through a hole in the wall he could see inside. There was a man. He was naked and washing the dirt from his hair.
“Scum,” he muttered under his breath. But something stopped him from acting. The man turned slightly allowing Vincent a brief glimpse of his features.
“Hmmmmm, quite pretty.” Now the red-head was moving his hands lower and lower until he finally found his penis. Fascinated and more than a little aroused, the watcher watched on. The one inside glanced furtively around before masturbating his now erect member properly. Vincent found that he had an urge, a desire to be in there too. He shook himself. But the desire grew. It was like fire growing inside of him. His eyes widened as he felt the demonic blood screaming in his veins.
“No,” he whimpered, collapsing to his knees. But the beast inside saw only it’s victim. He looked longingly at the climaxing figure before him. And then he saw red.

Reno’s Turk training kicked in as the monster struck him. The two of them rolled across the floor and skidded into the far wall. He was the first up and darted for his trusty electro rod. The beast howled with rage as the current earthed itself through his body and took a swipe at Reno’s head, missing by inches. It charged and the two of them smashed through the wall into another bedroom. The pair struggled for supremacy in the melee that ensued, beating, clawing and shocking each other. For a fleeting moment Reno thought he had gained the upper hand as he managed to plant his shock stick in the back of the monster’s neck. The creature gave a feral howl and he pressed home his attack only to be thrown across the room. He staggered to his feet, dazed and received a ferocious back hand (paw?) that sent him sprawling. In his final moments of consciousness he managed to roll over and saw the beast dragging itself towards him. And then black.

He awoke on a bed. He knew it was a bed before he even opened his eyes. He could feel cool sheets over his bruised body and a soft pillow behind his aching head.
”Bruises and aches? Some after life”
Wincing Reno opened his eyes. It wasn’t the after life. In fact it was the same room in which he’d lost consciousness before. There was the hole in the wall, the shattered furniture and the broken glass from the mirror in the corner.
“Hang on we didn’t hit a mirror.”
Reno sat up and felt his head swim instantly. Collapsing back onto the bed he let the sick feeling subside. More carefully now he tried again. It was indeed the same room, and there, slumped at the end of the bed was an unconscious figure. Covertly, the redhead slipped from the bed and grasped his shock stick. He half crept half lurched toward the inanimate from before him. The form was clothed in a red cloak that covered it entirely. Slowly, he reached out. The being’s breathing faltered. He reached further, ever so slowly edging toward the prone figure. As he was finally about to grasp it’s shoulder, Reno darted into action, flipping the figure over, climbing on top and pressing his weapon into it’s throat. He stopped, shocked, and looked upon the face, of his idol.

The blackness faded as Vincent was jerked from blissful rest. He felt weight pressing down upon his chest and something jabbed into his throat. He opened his eyes to see the redhead from the shower looming above him. For a long moment neither said a word.
“Vincent Valentine?” red managed
“You know my name?” he replied.
“Know your name? You’re the reason I became I Turk”
Lighting fast Vincent flipped over to pin Reno down
“Who are you and what do you want with me Shinra scum?” he demanded. Reno squirmed underneath him.
“R-Reno. And I’m not with the Shinra anymore.”
He managed to right himself enough to be looking up at his black-haired hero.
“I was just passing through. I figured I’d use the mansion to rest up for the night before moving on through the mountains, there’s no work for me here.” He paused. “And then I was attacked by a huge beast and woke up here with you on the bed. Where’d that thing go? Did you get it?”
Vincent looked uncomfortable.
“It’s gone for now. I can handle it. But you shouldn’t stay here.”
“I want to help you”
“You need to go”
They stared into each other’s eyes unflinching, each waiting for the other to back down.
And then gently, Reno leaned in, and kissed him. At first shock prevented Vincent from pulling away, and then as he realised what was happening he noticed that he was kissing the naked turk back. He closed his eyes as the kiss deepened and sent his tongue probing into the other mouth.

Eventually they both drew back breathing heavily. Vincent looked away, a deep well of emotions within him that he hadn’t felt for so long was overflowing.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that,” Reno apologised. “But i… for so long i…” He trailed off into silence.
Vincent looked him in the eye. Once, long ago he’d sworn himself to a life of celibacy, not only because of his dæmonic blood, but because of the woman he’d loved. He’d sworn never to love another woman. But Lucresia’s soul was now at rest, her spirit returned to the planet. And this was no woman. He’d never really considered the possibility of a man as a lover. Gentley, he placed a finger on Reno’s quivering lips.
“Shhhhhhhh,” he murmered, running his other hand through the turk’s tangled red locks.
Slowly he worked his way down the younger man’s body, planting delicate kisses as he went. Reno shivered with pleasure beneath his touch. Vincent teased him, running his tongue across the top of his thighs, always close but always dodging the throbbing erection in front of him. Then suddenly, and for the first time in his life he took hard cock in his mouth.
The redhead quivered with the stimulation as his lover worked his mouth up and down the shaft. He moaned and brushed away some of the dark locks tickling his crotch to gaze at one once his enemy. It wasn’t long before he could feel the pressure building in his heart. As it if sensing it Vincent quickened his pace and, unable to hold back any longer Reno release another load of cum into his mouth.

The dark man spat it out and leaned forward to kiss his new lover again. “Please,” he said, “leave this place. There is worse here than the beast you fought before, and I may not be able to control it next time.” Reno looked into his eyes in confusion.
“Whatever it is I can help you fight it”
“Nothing can help me fight it, I am cursed.” Tears shone in his eyes. “It is best you leave now and never return.”

Defiant Reno kissed him again. “Nothing you can say will weaken my resolve! I wouldn’t be who I am now if it weren’t for you.”
He unfastened the cloak at Vincent’s neck and slowly peeled away the black garments beneath, just like in his fantasy. He pushed the older man onto the bed and straddled him, stroking his cock and kissing him. Then gently he tucked the penis below back between his legs and gently guided it inside him.

Vincent moaned as he slipped inside the turk and couldn’t help but start to pump away. He heared Reno gasped at the pain the friction caused but soon it subsided as the first trickles of blood lubricated his anus. Soon they were writhing together on the bed, locked in ecstasy and oblivious to anything but each other. He felt his mind going numb as he fast approached climax and just before the orgasm hit him he managed to pull out as shoot his cream over the redhead’s toned stomach. Relief for the first time in years but as his lover collapsed on top of him he felt the familier burning inside him.
Cursed to live alone for all eternity
The fire in my veins will know no peace
No solace
No rest
No rest for the wicked
No rest for the good, just kind
No rest for the strong or the weak

His skin began to turn black and leathery wings erupted from his shoulder blades. He screamed and threw himself through the window, taking of into the night. Never again would he let himself be drawn in by promise of comfort.

Eyes fixed in vain on the night sky, Reno wept.