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To Be Owned	By : DarkHybridChild Category: Final Fantasy VII > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Be Owned
Final Fantasy VII
Notes: Oh my god what do I even say about this one... Listen, when it comes to ff7 it's either pure crack, pure angst, smut, or some weird form of all three. I don't even know anymore, people. I just let the ideas flow out when they come to me and the rest of you get to either enjoy them or scream wtf at me. So there's that, sorry not sorry. Read on.
Reno knew all too well what it was like to be owned. How could he not?
He was a Turk. He belonged to the Company.
He was nothing more than property in that instance.
Beyond that, he knew what it was like to be owned on a personal level.
The brand on him in the form of a deep sword cut across his right shoulder reminded him every day he once belonged to Sephiroth.
All these years he knew he was nothing more than a piece of property, owned by someone other than himself.
He didn't care, or so he told himself.
So he went from being owned by the Company to being owned by Rufus personally. Changes of ownership didn't phase him.
The loss of Sephiroth phased him, but he said nothing about it. After all, he wasn't allowed to be anything but obedient to the Company first and foremost.
So he continued on, losing piece after piece of himself and not giving a fuck until there was nothing left but the job.
Somewhere deep inside of himself, though, he knew he hated it.
He changed Partners like he changed clothes within the company, though he preferred working with Rude the most. Something with his no-nonsense attitude and down-to-earth personality kept some form of himself sane and grounded.
None of them truly held his heart, though. One came close to it, though. The little blond one he once trained, but he soon flew beyond his reach and into another's arms.
Reno was almost relieved he wasn't there when Sephiroth reemerged three years later. As it was, facing those three remnants was hard enough, especially the first one with that same set look in his eyes and look of superiority had him weak in the knees.
No, leave it to their blond 'hero' to deal with that.
It must be nice, to be free like him. He could go wherever the fuck he wanted and do what he wanted, even if he didn't.
Even if he still thought he was bound.
Some days he wanted to shout, yell at him to wake up and open his fucking eyes, he had no strings tying him down. They were all imagined.
He hated it, so much. He wanted to punch him sometimes.
None of the others would ever know, either, this hell, this agony. After all, they all signed away their freedom willingly, too. But none of them were owned like he had been.
He itched, ached, even. Longed wholly to be owned again, to feel fingers clamping around his throat and held down and reminded over and over again he existed solely for someone else's own use.
Rufus would never look at him like that, never used him in such a way. No, he only used him for what he was capable of physically in fighting and piloting. Maybe sometimes as a distraction because of the way he could run his mouth and spout bullshit.
Maybe that was entirely why he lost control of himself the next time he found himself face to face with the 'hero', with Cloud.
He couldn't take it, the silent mockery of freedom the other trapezed about with.
He began laughing hysterically when their fight as over.
"You really piss me off, you know that?" He spat at them.
"Tell me something I don't know." They responded blandly.
Fueled by rage, he managed to push himself back up and lunged for the other, ducking a swing from their sword and closed in, shoving the other back, sending them staggering and repeated it until the others back hit a wall and he was inches from their face.
"How about I tell you how much I hate that you walk about acting like you're some chained down, helpless damsel when you're as free as the fucking birds in the sky?" He hissed.
"What..." The other started, but he shook his head angrily and brought a hand up, slapping the other hard across the face.
"Shut. Up. You don't know anything. Anything at all! What it's really like to be owned, to be tied down. Not like me. I know what it's like. Don't you fucking get it? I own nothing of myself. I'm Shinra's property, Rufus' personal lapdog. And before that? I was Sephiroth's personal fucking bed-warmer."
He was shoved backwards by the other and didn't bother to catch himself as he fell back to the ground and started laughing again.
"You can go wherever you want, see who you want. You've still got a soul to own." He said though his laughs.
"Reno..." The other shook their head.
"Shut up, blondie. Don't give me pity. I don't fuckin' want it." He snapped, struggling to stand up again and brushed off some of the dust.
"I just fuckin' hate the way you go around moping like you've lost everything."
He turned and began to stagger away, but the other's voice made him stop.
"You're wrong."
He turned his head to glance back at them, snorting. "Oh, yeah?"
"I'm owned, too. Just differently. I don't expect you to understand it, but I'm not mine, either." Cloud spoke coldly.
He turned back, eyes narrowed.
"What do you know?"
Their head turned to the side as they arched their neck back to reveal scarred over bite marks, and a recently fading bruise that was revealed beneath the hemline of their outfit.
"In case you've forgotten, I used to belong to Zack." The blond reminded him in a quiet voice. "Now? It's different, but I still belong to someone."
"Who?" He found himself demanding.
"Vincent." Cloud answered.
Of course. Someone else who knew what being owned was like.
"How's that working out for you, to be owned by someone who knows what it's like to be property?" He found himself asking.
"It's better than what I thought it could be." The other answered. "Because he may own me, but..." He looked over his shoulder and up towards a particular building. "I own him, too."
Reno's eyes followed their gaze and in the long distance he spied the hazy silhouette of red and black.
Something churned in the pit of his stomach and made his heart wrench, bringing a stinging sensation to the corners of his eyes as he whipped around on his heel to face away. "That's just fuckin' great." He mocked, though his voice trembled the slightest.
He refused to admit to himself he was jealous.
"There's still one major flaw you're missing here: You both are free, even if you own one another. You escaped Shinra's hold." He reminded.
"Do you want out?" Cloud asked.
"No way in hell!" He snarled. "Rufus wouldn't let me go even if someone like you asked him nicely-or not nicely. He bought us in blood. That's something you can't erase. Our lives belong to him or else we'd all be dead."
"Then why does it bother you so much that I'm free?" Cloud asked.
"Forget it, blondie. You'll never understand it." Reno waved his hand, shaking his head.
"You wish to be owned again." Cut a new voice.
Reno's back straightened rigidly and he grit his teeth, clenching his jaw for a long moment before he dares to glance back.
Vincent decided to join in their conversation.
"There's nothing left of me to own, stupid." He retorted with a roll of his eyes, swallowing back everything else that wanted to spill out.
"You've hidden it too well, but you're wrong." The Ex-Turk remarked.
The way the other saw through him so clearly angered him as well as frightened him. He needed to get away, fast.
"What the fuck do you know about me, anyway?" He excused with a shake of his head again before he took a few steps.
He gasped when he suddenly found himself pressed into the wall of a building, cheek against the concrete with his wrists gripped tightly and a hand pressed squarely between his shoulders. A shudder ran through his body at the familiarity as he began to struggle.
"More than you think." Vincent answered calmly.
"Vince...?" Cloud questioned softly, eyes alight in his surprise.
Reno could hear the other shake their head at them and grit his teeth again as he tried to break the grip on his wrists and wrest himself free, feeling his heart beat unusually fast in his chest.
"Get off me." He snarled.
"That's not what you want, though, is it?" The other questioned in a dark voice, and if anything, leaned their weight onto him harder, pressing him further against the wall.
Choking in a breath, the Turk's body betrayed him as his struggling stilled and his heart beat even faster. "Fuck," He hissed out through his teeth quietly before his eyes slipped closed ashamedly. "Maybe. But not from you." He finally answered.
"Does it really matter at this point anymore?" Vincent countered.
"..." If he was honest with himself, no, it didn't. But Reno was stubborn, and he didn't want to say it aloud. Instead, he remained silent.
However, Vincent was a patient man, and he knew well enough the other would give in eventually and let out a quiet hum.
Cloud seemed to understand what the other was doing and approached slowly, bringing a hand up and reaching out, glancing to Vincent in inquiry.
The other met their eyes and gave a silent nod.
Reno was shocked out of his silence when he felt a hand grab his ponytail and yank. "Ah, shit!" He hissed, body shifting beneath the hold on him. "Fuck you." He cursed.
A harder yank pulled a weaker yelp, closer to a moan from the Turk's lips.
Vincent leaned over the redhead and nipped at their earring, replacing his hand with simply his weight and brought it up to tug at the Turk's collar teasingly.
Reno's eyes clenched shut, cursing his body again as it remained lax and a shiver rode down his spine at the familiar feeling, longing welling up in his chest again, a whine escaping him at yet another tug to his hair.
He began to drown in the sensations as Vincent's mouth moved below his ear and began to place sharp little bites to his skin and the tugging to his hair alternated between sharp pulls and slow tugs. He hadn't even realized that the Ex-Turk released his wrists, they dangled uselessly at his sides, fists balled tightly.
Something began cracking within him, Reno let out a shaky breath as he felt the stinging in his eyes come to him even stronger.
That ache within himself was threatening to crash over him.
A hand came up and rest itself on his throat and he felt his pulse spike again, could feel his body shaking. "Please," He whispered out.
He wanted. Wanted to be owned so badly he didn't care anymore who it was that owned him. He needed it, to feel someone possessing him once more.
A sharp bite came to his neck, he could feel elongated canines accompanying it at the same time the hand clamped down on his throat.
Reno might have screamed, but he couldn't tell through the rush of adrenaline and endorphins that flooded through him. The tears began to fall from his eyes without bidding and he could feel all of his restraint break.
A broken mess of babbling, pleading, he could only beg like the dog he was trained to be.
The rest became a blur to him.
When his eyes next opened to his own volition, morning had come to find him pleasantly anchored down to a bed by a body ontop of his back and one at his side.
Panic momentarily welled within him and for a moment, he struggled. He struggled until he felt a hand grip his hair and a bite come to his shoulder.
Different. It was different. His senses wanted to compare things, but he found himself telling his mind to shut up and take what it could get.
He was unsure about everything, but he was selfish.
He returned to Rufus and the others later that day with a collar around his throat and a shackle-like bracelet around his right wrist as newfound proof of his ownership.
He was still owned, so nothing changed.
Except that it had.
But he wasn't ready to acknowledge that yet.
-End-
Notes: "the little blond one he once trained" is emphasis to Before Crisis and the fact Reno is the mentor Turk to the player turk. And if you read Chains and Shackles: Unbound, you know my canon is that Nunchaku is my Assumed Default/Player Turk. His personality is described to be very caring and eager to support his fellow Turks so I've always sorta implied they all love him in return, whether romantically or platonically. And I headcanon him partnered with Two Guns and ship them, so... Yeah. xD
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