All The King's Men

Warnings: Yaoi, possible spoilers for people who haven't see AC, rape, possible OOCness...No flames, please, I'll just pretend they didn't happen. Don't like? Don't read.

Pairing: KadajxReno (non-con). I know Reno sounds like he's giving in too easily, but he's hurt and well...fighting back gets boring. And Kadaj is totally bastardly in this.


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Kadaj grinned wickedly down at the two injured men on the floor, a little disappointed that they were no longer groaning in pain, though it was obvious that they were still hurting. It seemed as though the large bald man has finally passed out, but the little redhead was still conscious, his breathing labored. The ex-Turk was not mortally wounded—Kadaj had not wanted to kill the pair—but he was definitely boasting a few broken ribs and plenty of bruises. He lay now on his back, fighting hard to stay awake.

“Don’t touch him,” Rufus warned quietly, following Kadaj’s Mako gaze. Kadaj only grinned wider, amused by how the blonde had seemingly read his mind.

“Mr. President, are you really in a position to be giving me orders? I could easily have killed you, but I never even touched you. Your men, however . . . well, I have two of them already. . . .”

Blue eyes narrowed beneath the white sheet and Rufus knew he stood no chance against Kadaj, reduced to sitting helplessly by in his damned wheelchair. Granted, he was not so weak that he could not get up, but by exerting himself too much he ran the risk of passing out. Also, he was weaponless, not having brought his gun with him, thinking it was better to meet Cloud unarmed and prove that he wasn’t a threat. Well, obviously he didn’t look like one . . . but he had not counted on Kadaj coming to visit. . . .

Rufus scowled as Reno hissed sharply, pain coursing through the ex-Turk’s body as Kadaj ran his hand over the man’s injured chest. What was it the silver-haired youth wanted? He had come here to talk about his ‘Mother’, Jenova, as well as a ‘Reunion’, but he had gotten all that out of his system. What more was left if he didn’t intend to kill the three of them?

“I said ‘don’t touch him’. . . .”

Reno glared up at Kadaj, pissed off at the man for what he’d done, but also at himself for being so damn weak. He hadn’t lasted long in the fight at all, and now he was laying there, a pathetic loser. His Electro-Mag Rod had rolled away somewhere when he fell, but if Kadaj wanted to kill him now he wouldn’t die without a fight, not needing a weapon to struggle.

As though knowing Reno’s mind, Kadaj reached up to brush a few blood-red strands of hair from the slightly smaller man’s face, speaking softly. “I’m not going to kill you.” Reno was not, however, comforted, Kadaj’s feral grin belying his would be soothing words. If the silver-haired man looming above him was not after his life, then just what was he after?

It was getting harder to see, the edges of Reno’s vision becoming clouded, but he clung to consciousness, even though a voice in the back of his mind was telling him it might be better to just succumb to the darkness. Kadaj obviously had something in store for him and, whatever it was, could not be anything good. Definitely not with the creepy way the man was smiling at him, like a cat watching it’s slowly dying prey.

Not being the type of person to wait, Kadaj leaned down and captured Reno’s lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss, smirking against the wide-eyed redhead’s mouth.

“You get one soft one . . . ”

Kadaj was on top of Reno before his words even had a chance to sink in, pinning the other man’s hands to the ground by his head and crushing his lips against the ex-Turk’s. Instinctively, Reno arched up in an attempt to throw Kadaj off of him, pain flaring in his chest from that simple action, causing him to gasp. Kadaj took advantage of Reno’s slightly parted lips and delved his tongue into the smaller man’s mouth, exploring, tasting. He pulled back in pain a moment later as Reno bit down hard, drawing blood.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Reno growled, spitting into Kadaj’s face. The younger man pouted a little, looking hurt, but he would not be deterred, ignoring Reno’s outburst. He released Reno’s hands so that he could work on getting the redhead’s completely unnecessary shirt unbuttoned. Desperately wishing he had his gun, Reno brought his left hand up to strike Kadaj across the face, smirking as he saw the other’s slightly dazed expression. Maybe he did stand a chance.

When Kadaj’s vision returned to normal, he glared down at Reno and pressed down hard onto his broken ribs, the quickly suppressed scream sending a jolt of excitement straight to his groin.

“I want to hear more . . . ” Kadaj whispered, leaning down close to Reno’s face. He resumed unbuttoning Reno’s shirt and pulled it open, taking a moment to pull off his own gloves so that he could run his bare hands over the ex-Turk’s exposed skin.

Reno was still trying to recover from the recent wave of pain, breathing fast, trying to collect himself enough for another attack. With Kadaj straddling him, though, he couldn’t do much, bringing his legs up to try and throw him off, however it did nothing except press Kadaj into him more, which saw—and felt—was pleasing the silver-haired youth.

“If you’re so impatient then I’ll get right to it,” Kadaj said with a smirk, ripping open Reno pants and jerking them down his slender hips, taking a moment to pull off the man’s shoes before pulling his pants the rest of the way off. He quickly tended to his own pants next, grabbing Reno’s legs and hoisting over his shoulders, ignoring the kick he received.

“I want to see the pain on that pretty little face of yours. . . .” Kadaj said quietly, savoring the look of fear and anger on Reno’s face for a moment before thrusting into the tight body below him, his groan of pleasure lost beneath Reno’s scream of pain. It was evident to Kadaj that the ex-Turk hadn’t done this very often, at least not lately, if at all, and it took him a moment to get moving, collecting himself and forcing himself not to lose it right then. It was a little uncomfortable to go into him dry like this, but it was nothing compared to what Reno was feeling. With that thought fueling Kadaj’s arousal, he withdrew almost completely, only to slam back into Reno’s body, eliciting another wonderful, pained cry.

Rufus closed his eyes and attempted to block out the sounds in the room, reminding himself that trying to help and getting killed would not benefit his cause at all. Reno would live—Kadaj didn’t seem interested in murdering any of them—but even if the youth was intent to kill the ex-Turk, Rufus would not get involved. It was like a game of chess, in a sense; sacrifices had to be made in order to win. But when did you ever have one of your knights getting raped by the enemy queen?

After what seemed like an eternity, Kadaj’s sharp cry alerted Rufus that the silver-haired youth had finished. The president risked a glance over at them, afraid at the state Reno would be in, and watched Kadaj withdraw from the redhead’s body, sitting up to clean himself off with a handkerchief from his pocket. When he was finished, he stood up, pulled his pants on and smirked.

“That was fun . . . we should do it again sometime.” He collected his gloves from the floor and glanced to Rufus, briefly making eye contact with him, then turned and exited the Healin Lodge, leaving Reno a trembling, bloody, sticky mess on the floor. Of course, when the redhead was better, he’d surely come after him for revenge or something stupid like that. Kadaj grinned; he’d be looking forward to their next meeting. . . .