The Orphans of Cerberus

BY : Fetherhd
Category: Final Fantasy VII > General
Dragon prints: 1741
Disclaimer: Square Enix holds all rights the the FFVII world and its characters. This is a not for profit fanfiction

The Orphans of Cerberus Ch 24

Vincent realized he was holding the shaking form of his friend in his arms. Something about this struck him as…not right. BUT.. the gunman was so consumed with fear, guilt, and rage at his dominant demon that he could not force his mind into logical channels.
"Chaos…you BASTARD….WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
The Dark One rose, his voice was like rolling thunder, it dripped with venom and was laced with pure fury.
"NOTHING THAT YOUR COWARDICE DIDN'T MAKE ME DO! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EXPECT… VALENTINE? I…AM…A…DEMON! IT IS EXCRUTIATINGLY PAINFUL FOR ME TO SUPPRESS OR CONTROL MY NATURAL PASSIONS. YOU WERE PUTTING ME IN THE POSITION OF HAVING TO EXIST AND BEHAVE MYSELF IN YOUR FUCKING…CIVILIZED… WORLD! OH…. I CAN DO IT FOR A SHORT WHILE BUT EVENTUALLY,…. I ….WILL….LOSE…. CONTROL. IF THAT HAPPENED….YOU WOULD BE LOOKING AT SOME VERY…REAL….COLLATERAL DAMAGE!"
Real….that word strengthened the… something is off…. feeling that was forcing its way through the ex-Turk's maelstrom of emotions.
The Galian interposed his essence between his two Alpha's.
"Vincent!…We had no choice….please clear your mind and LOOK! Chaos is a MASTER of nightmares, and he has had almost forty years to hone those skills to perfection with you."
"What…?"
That stopped the gunman's racing mind for a minute.
Cid moaned softly, jerking the gunman back to awareness. He realized that he was sitting with his legs crossed, the now limp body of the Sky Captain draped across them. The man was cradled in his arms, tight against his chest. Valentine's well trained instincts kicked in and his crimson gaze did a quick assessment, triaging what damage he needed to deal with first. It took a second, but their physical position was the trigger that shifted everything into place. His last sensation before rising, had been Chaos's almost painful pleasure as he sheathed himself inside the screaming man. He had been BETWEEN Highwind's legs! After that, he had been fighting for control. Vincent knew from experience that the demon would NOT have been able to withdraw from his victim and rearrange their bodies while engaged in that battle. AND, the nightmare master most definitely had not had the time to re-dress the man!
A shudder past over Cid, his blonde lashes fluttered, and the pupils in his shadowed eyes contracted and then dilated again. He was going to wake up at any minute. Valentine noted the bound hands, and the blood on the man's lips. His light blue denim shirt was shredded and some rather deep gashes decorated the well chiseled upper body.
Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose with a shaking hand.
"Chaos…quick…WHAT in that atrocity was real and what was illusion?"
The gunman felt the dark demon shift forwards a little…he knew his eyes were probably glowing as Chaos studied his handiwork.
"I HAD TO SAMPLE HIS BLOOD TO FORCE A LINK…THE INITIAL KISS WAS VERY REAL." There was a softly purred… "YOUR LITTLE EAGLE, BY THE WAY…TASTES…WONDERFUL !"
Vincent just growled his displeasure.
"UHMMM….YOU… HAVE DEVELOPED QUITE A…RESISTANCE…TO THE IMAGES I CAN GENERATE…SOOO, I HAD TO TAKE SOME DRASTIC MEASURES. FOR HIGHWIND…. THIS WAS VERY REAL…HE HAD TO TRULY BELIEVE THAT I WAS RAPING HIM IN ORDER FOR YOU TO BELIEVE IT."
The gunman shifted his friend's body a little, and used his talons to cut the leather belt binding him. As he settled the limp hands on the slowly rising and falling stomach, Valentine could feel the slight grating of broken bones in both of them.
Vincent swallowed the hot lump that suddenly threatened to choke him. The terror and pain had been real enough to Cid, that he had hurt himself trying to fight the powerful ancient demon off!
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Chaos shifted, he was not use to feeling disgusted with himself. AND he had the added sting, that BECAUSE of his demonic nature….he had taken pleasure in creating that violent and, to him, HIGHLY erotic…scene. The Demon sighed…
"I AM SORRY, HOST. THE PHYSICAL ACCENTUATES THE PSYCHOLOGICAL. I…HAD…TO HURT HIM A LITTLE FOR THE EXPERIENCE TO SEEM REAL. IT WAS ALSO NECCESSARY TO STIMULATE HIS PLEASURE CENTERS AT THE SAME TIME THAT I… CREATED… THE PAIN. I TRIED TO KEEP EVERYTHING FROM THE WAIST DOWN TO JUST….SUGGESTIVE…TOUCHING THROUGH HIS GARMENTS."
"Mother FUCKING Gia…Chaos…this kind of SHIT, can destroy a person's sanity!"
The use of language more appropriate for Cid, clearly emphasized Valentine's state of mind
The demon sadly watched as his Host carefully straightened out the bones in those broken hands. Because the distressed man was still very shaky….Chaos trickled a little of his dark power through to augment the low level Cure that Vincent cast.
The Demon was watching Highwind very closely.
"YES…I TOOK THAT INTO CONSIDERATION WHEN I CHOSE HIM FOR THIS. VINCENT… YOU MIGHT WANT TO BE ON ALERT…HE IS GETTING READY TO WAKE U…"
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Glazed blue cleared and Highwind blinked. Dilated pupils constricted at the sight of glowing gold on crimson and Cid flung himself, screaming, off of Vincent's lap. The gunman made a frantic grab, barely snagging a pants leg as the panicked man almost shot underneath the bottom rail and into empty sky below. Chaos launched forwards, then settled back as Vincent hissed at him. The man immediately released his restraining grip on his friend's leg when the pilot shrieked, crabbed sideways, and ended up huddled tight against the wall. His breath came in shuddering gasps and as the gunman moved slowly towards him, a hoarse whine escaped from his scream damaged throat.
The ex-Turk stopped his forwards movement and just knelt, talking to the one he considered his closest companion in a low, soothing voice.
"Chief…it's me…Vincent. You are safe…its okay Cid….you… are okay…."
The Captain had talked the nightmare tormented gunman down many times as he tried to pull himself out of horrendous demon induced dreams. Vincent took a page out of the remarkably caring man's book, patiently waiting as he murmured quietly, fiercely hoping that the man could pull himself out of the created dreamscape.
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Pain, fear, humiliation, RAGE….these all shuddered through the man as his vision cleared and all he saw were wickedly gleaming golden red eyes. Animal instinct kicked in, and Cid scrambled. He did not see the almost fatal drop…..he did not see the pale face of his best friend. All he saw was the shadowed winged form of the demon who had HURT him. The feeling of being helpless, the stark vision of that horrendous tearing impalement, and the residue of the raging fire in his lower back and inside his belly had him almost screaming as the shadow approached. As he warily watched his tormentor, Cid realized that words were getting through, barely heard over the hammering of his racing heart.
"Chief…you are all right….please…you know me…it's Vampy…you remember Vampy…don't you?
The image in front of him wavered…those were NOT wicked gold eyes. A touch of amusement shifted some of the terror. Gods, Vincent HATED that nickname….WAIT, that was VINCENT…somewhere in his confusion Cid KNEW that seeing Valentine was a GOOD thing. His blonde head shot up…and anger narrowed those cerulean eyes.
"I am NOT okay…it HURT…you…"
Sorrow shook Cid's fragile core as he saw something in his friend shatter. ALL of the light bled out of those crimson eyes, leaving them flat and dead.
"GODS…Chief…I am sorry…"
This was almost whispered.
NO…that wasn't right….Cid shook his head, trying to clear the fog. His cracked voice was almost a sob,
"NO…not you…HE…did THINGS to me. I was…he… I am torn, he said I would die!…I am…..
…still in my pants?"
Hold a moment….the Captains mind scrambled around like a rat on a wheel. His pants were most definitely on, unbuttoned but still ON….and the part of him that had taken the most abuse….wasn't bleeding, HELL it wasn't even hurting.. A quick glance confirmed that the only blood in sight was on his chest. The Sky Captain slowly straightened up, one hand explored the stinging wounds on his chest. Valentine cautiously rose with him.
Cid held that hand up and his rough voice was shaking….
"Vincent? WHAT in the HELL is going on?"
The Captain watched his friend sag a little, then he listened with growing disbelief as the ex-Turk explained about Chaos, nightmares, and the Demon's TALENT for creating them.
Cid knew he would be lucky if he EVER got his eyebrows down to their normal positions. As if ANYTHING would ever be normal again?
"THAT was a shitting NIGHTMARE…but what I FELT was so fucking real?"
Valentine hugged himself and shrugged slightly, he seemed unwilling to meet the other man's eyes .
"Chaos has access to ALL of my memories….what I have physically…. experienced…he can recreate."
Cid flinched as he realized that the returned glimmer he could see in Vincent's bloody gaze was not… life, it was unshed tears. The last words he had to lean forwards to hear.
"Hojo wasn't the ONLY monster down in the labs. There were a surprising number of "individuals" who had no aversion to raping a helpless, wide awake, strapped down…specimen."
Highwind could not help himself. The hollow ring of Vincent's deep voice brought the whole vile scene, that he was TRYING like HELL to suppress, roaring to the front of his mind. GODS….Valentine had experienced YEARS of that kind of shittin horror and pain! AND had a fricken demon who kept dragging it up in nightmare form (with demonic embellishments, the captain was sure) for decades! The Captain felt Vincent's warm hand rubbing his back in slow circles as he leaned shakily over the rail and emptied his stomach.
When he was finished, he spat to clear his mouth and stayed where he was…staring blindly into the darkness.
"Why me, Vince…how come Chaos chose to do this to me?"
There was a long silence and the Sky Captain knew that the ex-Turk was talking to his most powerful demon. Vincent sighed….
"Cid…Chaos asks if he can explain himself?"
Mother Gia….just the thought caused his body to start shaking and he had to squelch the panic that made him want to run…..He could hear Valentine murmuring and knew that the man was arguing with his permanent "guest. IT DID NOT HAPPEN! Cid kept trying to convince his body of this. DAMN IT! He was fricken CIDNEY HIGHWIND…he was stronger than this!
The man cursed himself silently when his voice shook.
"He is not going to…come out…is he?"
"No… Cid…he doesn't want to upset you anymore than he has already."
The Captain took a deep shuddering breath.
"Yeah…sure…I will listen to him."
That eerie gold gaze made the man's skin just CRAWL…but he made himself hold his ground.
"CIDNEY HIGHWIND….IF I AND THE GALIAN HAD LEFT THE HOST WHERE HE HAD BURIED HIMSELF FOR MUCH LONGER, THERE WAS A VERY GOOD CHANCE THAT I WOULD NEVER AGAIN BE ABLE TO WAKE HIM. I WAS ALMOST POSITIVE THAT IF I….HURT…ONE OF HIS COMPANIONS IN THIS WAY, THE SHOCK WOULD DRIVE HIM OUT. YOU ARE…REMARKABLY STRONG. I FELT THAT YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE OF HIS DYSFUNCTIONAL GROUP OF FRIENDS THAT HAD ANY HOPE OF GOING A ROUND WITH ME AND SURVIVING WITHOUT LETHAL PSYCHOLOGICAL REPERCUSSIONS. I HAD HOPED I WOULDN'T HAVE TO TAKE IT AS FAR AS I DID, BUT, VALENTINE CAN BE…SHALL WE SAY…STUBBORN."
Cid had to suck in a panicked breath as Vincent's body stepped towards him. Chaos' gaze never left the Captain's face as he lifted the gunman's hand and lightly touched one of the slashes on Cid's abused ribcage.
"I SAID THIS BEFORE, LITTLE EAGLE, BUT YOU MAY NOT HAVE HEARD ME….I TRULY APOLOGIZE FOR THIS NIGHT'S WORK…"
Highwind had flat quit breathing…he had never seen the demon's eyes turn that particular warm amber color before.
A green glow shimmered around the hand resting on his chest.
"MAY I…?"
At Cid's hesitant nod…the Demon Lord powered up a Cure. As he removed his hand from the now whole flesh… He quietly murmured.
"I ONLY WISH I COULD REMOVE THE MEMORY OF THE PAIN AND HUMILIATION THAT OCCURRED TONIGHT AS EASILY FROM YOUR MIND."
Something flashed as crimson replaced the gold.
"JUST SO YOU KNOW, I WOULD …NOT…ERASE THE MEMORY OF THE PLEASURE."
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As the slow hours of early morning passed…the rising sun saw one male forced into his mate's bed by the other…only AFTER promises were made that he would stay amongst the warm and the living. Yuffie wrapped her soft body around her lover and wondered why the man shuddered and then wept.
The other….spent a very long time in the shower. Cid leaned against the wall, letting the hot water pound down on his back. Part of him felt horribly violated…even if the penetration had not been real…his mind shuddered at the very real MEMORY of pain. Worse yet….the insidious memory of the sensations of pleasure/pain that the demon had evoked caused recalcitrant flesh to stir and harden. The Sky Pilot growled a little in frustration. He must be one SICK fucker! With a soft sigh, the Captain ran a slow hand over himself and picked up the soap.
Little Eagle…he rather liked that term of endearment. (and there was no question in his mind… that IS what it was!) For the first time in his adult life Cid felt a slight sense of shame as he stroked himself to release. It was NOT Shera that his confused mind wove into his fantasies.


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