Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Intervention ❯ A Loveless Memory (Uncut) ( Chapter 3 )

Story title = Intervention

 

Story Description = Reno finally succumbs to the dark and destructive nature of his unstable emotions. When his bosses Tseng and Rufus do nothing & his partner and friend Rude stands in the wings and watches mutely, it's up to Elena to step in and save him from himself. (Post Game, Elena/Reno, Het, Yaoi, Drug & Alcohol abuse)

 

Author's Note - Characters may appear OOC. Tried to keep them as close to cannon as possible, but considering I'm writing this not the people at SquareEnix, you'll have to deal.

 

Disclaimers = I don't own the boys and girls of Final Fantasy 7, SquareEnix does.

 

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Author's Note pt 2:: Character Backgrounds

 

Elena is 23, born in Rocket Town and her specialty is Computers & Communications. She went into the ShinRa military straight out of school, completed a 4 year stint then transferred to the Peace Preservation: Special Division (AKA Turks) where she became a Turk Trainee until after Reno dropped the Sector 7 plate and was injured severely enough to be taken out of action for a bit.

 

Reno is 25, was born in Cosmo Canyon. His specialty is Sniper, Electrical Engineer, Espionage. He's a lot more intelligent then people give him credit for, which is their downfall. He became a Turk at the age of 17 and was partnered with Rude from the beginning by the then leader of the Turks, Veld. More of his past will be revealed in later chapters

 

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3 - A Loveless Memory - Uncut

 

'So I try to laugh about it,

cover it all up with lies

I try to laugh about it

hiding the tears in my eyes'

--The Cure

 

 

By the time 8am rolled around, Reno was looking worse for wear in Elena's opinion. Over the course of their overlapping shifts, he hardly ate anything, seemed to get paler as the night progressed, and she had a suspicion that he'd been sick right after having ate. In all honestly death warmed over looked better then he did at the moment. She left Reno guarding President Rufus as she hurried to the elevators to await Tseng's arrival.

 

Reno was leaning against the wall of the outer room of the hospital's private presidential suite, arms wrapped about his too thin body as he tried to hide his shivering. He felt cold to his core. Though Elena was trying to be nice and helpful, he snapped at her for saying anything about it. It wasn't her problem so she should keep her fucking nose out of his fucking business. He'd gotten a hurt look from her in return, making him feel even more shitty then he was, but he didn't let her see that. Since the day she stood him up at the theater thinking it was a joke, him asking her to go, he hadn't dared to let her closer to him than she was now. He had thought that there might have been a chance for him and her to get closer, but after that, he realized that she had never taken him seriously.

 

~#~ Flashback ~#~

 

Even though the weather forecast said it was to rain later in the evening, Reno found the night to be almost perfect. He'd arrived at the theater early just incase Elena had arrived early as well. He was looking forward to her expression when she saw him dressed to the 9s. His tux was neatly pressed, wrinkle free and even had knife sharp creases along the seems of his pants. His over coat was even cleaned and pressed. He'd taken the time to tame his naturally unruly red hair even. It was slicked back, not a hair out of place with a black ribbon securing his pony tail.

 

He paced nervously back and forth in front of the theater, waiting for Elena to arrive. There was only a few minutes left before he had to either go inside or loose the seats. And considering who he had had to suck up to get said tickets. He shuddered at the memory.

 

~#~ End Flashback ~#~

 

As one memory is traded for another, darker memory, Reno shuddered letting out a silent gasp. The betrayals and humiliation kept adding to the weight on his shoulders as well as to the pain in his heart and anguish in his soul. He didn't want to remember any of this. It was the past and should have stayed there.

 

~#~ Flashback ~#~

 

Quietly he padded down the hallway, eyes darting left then right as he passed open doorways, windows or intersections. He knew where he was going, but it didn't mean he liked it or was happy about it. But what could he do? It was one of only a couple options left to him and he was getting desperate enough to try them.

 

Finally he reached his destination. The brass plate on the door boldly proclaimed 'Head of Weapons Development'. Scarlet's office. If there was anyone at ShinRa that had a worse reputation as a slut it was her. She had literally fucked her way up the corporate ladder. It was even rumored she'd been banging the President (Sr. not Jr. though not from lack of trying) on a somewhat regular basis. He'd even heard a few mentioning that she'd had a kid by him a few years back. That was one that was quickly and ruthlessly quieted. Taking a deep breath then letting it out, he lifted his hand and rapped on the closed office door.

 

When he didn't get any reply or acknowledgment, he put his ear to the door and listened. The sounds were quite muffled, but still clear enough for him to figure it out. With a grimace he stepped back and knocked again.

 

"Shiva's tits! What do you want? I'm busy… wha? Wait!!" came the muffled yell.

 

Before Reno could answer, the door was yanked open and Reeve Tuesti exited the office while hastily straightening his tie and suit jacket. "Thanks for the save," he mumbled in passing. His quick walk became a sprint then an all out run down the long hall before he vanished around a corner.

 

Reno just blinked several times in confusion, looking back and forth between the now empty hallway and the open door of Scarlet's office, before he found himself being yanked into Scarlet's office and shoved towards the couch. The sound of the door being slammed shut then locked reached his ears as he fell onto the couch. When he pushed himself up right and turned around, the sight that greeted him was a bit… scary? intimidating? A bit of both? And considering he was a Turk, that was saying something.

 

"You'll do just as much as anyone else… maybe even better…" Scarlet said to herself as she licked her lips hungrily and slunk across the room towards him. Her hair was down, framing her face in golden waves and her dress was partially unbuttoned, allowing her to be practically falling out of it. "After all, you have a reputation for being something of a ladies' man that has gotten around quite a bit." She hiked the sides of her dress up as she crawled onto Reno's lap before he could get away.

 

Reno now understood how Scarlet got the nickname 'Man Eater'. The moment she pounced on him she started trying to devour him piece by piece. Every time he tried to move his hands, she'd grab them and put them back where he didn't want them in the first place. Whenever he opened his mouth to speak (protest) it was invaded by what felt like a foot long tentacle (Scarlet's tongue), thus his words were muffled. Maybe she was a malboro in disguise? He wasn't sure anymore. All she lacked was the 'Bad Breath' attack... Wait, she did have that. It was called 'Scarlet when drunk'.

 

"Oohh playing shy Reno?" Scarlet asked as she leaned back so she could have an easier time stripping him of his clothes. "Or do you like it kinky?"

 

Reno grabbed her wrists tight enough to leave bruises and held them away from him. "I .. Uh... I came here to ask you a favor."

 

She leaned forward again trying to kiss him. "If you can turn me into a quivering pile of fleshy goo, I'll give you anything you want."

 

"Anything?"

 

"Anything," she confirmed.

 

Reno stared at Scarlet for several silent and sexual charged moments. "You got yourself a deal." he said before suddenly grinning. With easy he flipped her over so that she lay on the couch, her wrists still in his grip. "First, this has got to go." and with that, he had her stripped of all but her garter belt and stockings. "Much better," he purred seductively, mentally switching gears. After all, this was just another mission, he told himself.

 

Scarlet was afire with wanton desire. Her whole body tingled from the oh so light caresses Reno was giving her, both physical and visual. "Come on Reno, what are you waiting for? A golden ticket?" Reno was one of the handful of ShinRa employees worth anything that she had yet to bed. In fact, if her memory severed her correctly, he would be the first Turk she'd have fucked. Ever.

 

The redhead leaned over her, his open jacket and shirt brushing across peaked nipples teasingly. "Ah, but good things happen to those that wait," he uttered huskily before his lips found the pulse point just under her jaw. With delicate and deliberate precision he made his way down her throat to the hollow there. His dark pink tongue darted out, lapping at the soft skin like a cat licking up cream.

 

Reaching up with her hands she threaded her fingers though his flame red hair. Her nails nearly blending in with the fire-hued strands. Arching her back, she let out a soft moan of pleasure as his quite talented mouth latched onto one of her aching, hard nipples. Closing her fingers, fisting those short chaotic strands of hair she tried to pull his head down towards the true source of her need. She didn't get far before she let out a yelp of pain as two strong hands encircled her wrists once more, thumbs pressed down on tendons, forcing nerveless fingers to let go.

 

“Never. Grab. Yank. Or. Pull. My. Hair.” His eyes were like blazing blue-green oceans. “Got that?” he hissed at her.

 

Scarlet was too surprised to do more then nod, staring wide-eyed at the man above her. There was something dangerous lurking at the edge of his eyes. Something she didn't want to chance waking. At least not in her current state that is. She was relieved when he let her wrists go before laying his head on her chest. His breath was warm against her skin. Hands caressing her sides soft and hesitantly. Closing her eyes, she made herself relax back on the couch, legs wrapping around a bare waist as she ran her hands through his hair hesitantly. When he didn't make any move to prevent her she continued that slow rhythmic stroking.

 

He hated his hair being pulled or yanked. The only ones that ever got away with it were Rufus and Tseng. It reminded him too much of being their plaything and he didn't want that at the moment. Taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly, he moved downwards on her. Placing small light kisses here and there, licking and nipping there and here till he reached his destination. A neatly trimmed thatch of dark gold curls framing arousal swollen folds.

 

She could feel him so close that it was almost too much. Spreading her thighs farther apart, she lifted her hips. Silently begging him to do something. With a stifled gasp she realized she was doing something she'd never done before. Beg for release. She was the one in control no matter what, yet she fell to his touch within moments of the opening of this sexual battle for dominance.

 

At one time he didn't mind going down on his fuckmates, but thanks to unpleasant events, he'd stopped doing it. Instead he would pleasure with fingers or toys, but never again with his tongue unless forced to. So he shifted, lifting one long, lean leg up and trailing his licks, nips and kisses up to the back of her knee. Listening with utmost satisfaction at the noises she made. If he had any problems getting it up in the start, he didn't have to worry. The power trip over her gave him a hard on like no other he'd had recently. Reaching out blindly he groped though the pockets of his discarded pants till he found his wallet. Inside was several small packs. Condoms. Though he knew he was clean, he couldn't say the same for her.

 

“Wha? Why'd you stop?” she asked in whiny, begging voice.

 

Reno held the packet up for her to see. “I don't know who you been with and you don't know who I've been with.”

 

“Ifrit's balls! I'm clean,” Scarlet groaned.

 

“Better safe then sorry. Don't want any nasty rumors going around do you?” Reno asked as he tore the packet open. With ease, he put the rubber on one handed.

 

Scarlet had managed to snag one of the others and was looking at it. She started to snicker. “`The General! The Ultimate in everything…' Oh Hades, who came up with this name?”

 

Reno positioned himself at her opening. “Who cares at the moment,” he said before sinking into her hot wet passage.

 

“Rea….Nnyyhhh!” She let out a gasp as he entered her. “Shit Reno! Warn me will ya?”

 

He didn't say anything as he pulled back only to thrust back into her heat. It'd been a while since he'd fucked a female (and that was all this was. Fucking.) so he took his time, savoring the tight (Ok, so she wasn't THAT tight, but she was nice and hot) heat that sheathed his member like a well worn glove. With her leg braced against his shoulder he was able to keep a steady pounding rhythm going. With just friction alone, he was able to get her off a couple of times before they shifted positions and continued on.

 

Nearly two hours had passed before Reno had Scarlet at the point where all he had to do was touch her and she was shuddering from orgasmic overload. And he used that fact shamelessly against her. “Now Scarlet, about that favor?” he asked stroking her inner thigh slowly.

 

Her muscles ached pleasantly even though her wits and thoughts were scattered chaotically about. It took her several moments before coherency came back to her. “Fa.. favor?”

 

“Uummhmmm.. the favor I asked for that started this all. Remember? You said if I turn you into, and I quote, `quivering pile of fleshy goo' end quote, I could have anything I wanted.”

 

“… oh.. that favor….” Her eyes closed as she shuddered and quivered under his touch. “What… what do you want?” Summons, all she wanted to do was sleep at the moment.

 

“I want your tickets to Loveless and restaurant reservations for dinner afterwards,” he told her.

 

Scarlet managed to roll enough to curl into herself before she giggled. Not that annoying braying laugh, but a giggle. “Oh.. those… heh… I gave those away weeks ago… sorry… ask for something else.” If Scarlet's eyes were open, she would have seen a look of pure devastation on Reno's face.

 

All this was for nothing. Covering his face with his hand he stood up and stumbled away from the couch to stand in front of the window, not caring who might see him. All this and he not only didn't get what he came for, he never even was able to get off as well! Several minutes of silence passed before he got himself together. “I see… I should have known I'd be Fate's bitch..” he turned around to look at her. Sudden hot anger welled up in him. He wanted to do nothing more then strangle the whoring bitch with her own stockings. Leaning against the cold glass he fought down his emotions until he had gained control of himself again.

 

Moving once more to the couch, he gathered his clothes and dressed before turning to look at Scarlet. “What shall I do with you? Hmmm?…. I know,” he grinned that maniacal grin of his as he looked at her clothes scattered about. Pulling out the standard issue handcuffs, he pulled her arms up over her head and proceeded to cuff her hands together around the couch arm. (thankfully it was one with an opening under the armrest). He then stripped pieces off her dress and used them to tie her legs so they were spread widely apart. After gagging her with her own panties, he found her stash of toys in one of the desk drawers. Taking the vibrator he found there, he mounted it in her and turned it up to full. It'd only last a few hours at max, but that was fine. With a jaunty whistle he left Scarlet's office, closing the door and making sure it was locked behind him.

 

~#~ End Flashback ~#~

 

Reno shuddered again, feeling himself become hard then just as quickly go soft again as he remembered the aftermath of that little event. Tseng and Rufus both had found out about what happened, even with Scarlet keeping her big mouth shut. He'd been `punished' for the indiscretion. After all, he was `owned' by both men, therefore he wasn't allowed to `play' with anyone else. Once his punishment by their hands had been completed, he was assigned to Professor Hojo for the following week. A week in which the Professor got to do with the Turk whatever he pleased.

 

Reno gagged, quickly making his way to the bathroom to be violently ill. To this day, he still didn't remember everything the sick and twisted scientist did to him. Perhaps it was for the best if just the ghostly echoes of what happened could make him lose what little he had in his stomach. But at least, after it was all over. He had his tickets and dinner reservations.. for all the good it did him…

 

~#~ Flashbacks ~#~

 

Sighing, he glanced at his watch one last time then pulled his phone, calling Elena's number.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Hey Laney, are you on your way?" Reno asked.

 

"On my way?" Elena asked puzzled momentarily. "Oh, the show right? Nice try Reno."

 

"Huh?" he frowned, blinking as he looked at the phone then put it back to his ear. "Yes, on your way. Loveless remember? I asked you to go this morning."

 

She started laughing. "Nice try Reno, but I'm not falling for it. I'd have shown up all dressed up and been left standing there looking like an idiot. You'd have come in tomorrow and had a good laugh at my gullibility. Sorry Reno. Your going to have to get your laughs somewhere else this time."

 

For the times he'd played pranks and jokes to come back and bite him on the ass, this was the worst. Now it was his turn to feel the fool. "… yeah, guess you figured it out Laney.. ha ha.. jokes on me now.. See you tomorrow at the office." He then hung up before she could say anything.

 

Trading the phone for his pair of tickets and dinner reservations, he took a deep breath, tilting his head up and back then letting it out gustily. Looking around he spotted a couple that had obviously hoped for a chance to see the show. Putting on a big grin he hurried over to the pair. "Hey, glad I caught you before you got your tickets. Sorry to be running late but there was a misunderstanding. Here's your tickets. Your reservations at the restaurant. Don't worry about anything. Enjoy the show and the dinner. Good night," he quickly handed the tickets to the confused looking young man as he shook his hand, then placed a quick kiss on the young ladies cheek and hurried off before either could say a word.

 

He went home long enough to change into his normal off duty attire then hotfooted it to the nearest bar. The rest of the night was spent getting royally shit faced. He woke up the next morning in some strangers bed not remembering the night before. With practiced ease he got up, dressed and headed home for a shower and another change. His trip into work was less then pleasurable with the pounding headache of a nasty hangover.

 

He never told anyone about what happened.

 

~#~ End Flashback ~#~

 

To say it had been a bitter disappointment was an understatement. Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head up and back before closing his eyes and hitting his head into the wall behind him. By his fifth time of slamming his head into the wall, he heard Rufus call out.

 

"What the hell is that racket?" the young president demanded.

 

Reno put a hand over his face, breathing fast to try and get control of his emotions. "N-nothing sir. Sorry, I.. I. Uh.. It was nothing, sir."

 

"Hmph…"

 

Balling his hand into a fist he pounded his leg as he silently cursed himself. How had he gotten into the shape he was in? Where had it started and when had it spiraled so out of control.

 

~ * ~

 

Outside in the hall in front of the elevator, Elena waited patiently. As expected and right on time, the doors of the farthest elevator opened and Tseng stepped out. A folded paper under one arm with the handle of a briefcase clasped securely and a cup of coffee in the other hand. For all that he had gone though in the past few months, he never managed to look less then impeccable. "Good morning sir," she said in greeting as she turned and followed him.

 

"Anything to report?" Tseng asked in a cool, business like manner.

 

Elena stopped walking and hesitated.

 

Tseng stopped several steps ahead of her and turned, raising one eyebrow in a silent question.

 

She licked her lips nervously before speaking. "Uh… Nothing concerning the security of President Rufus sir."

 

"Why do I hear a 'But' Elena?" he asked softly.

 

She ducked her head, taking another step back and swallowed. Looking up she couldn't meet him in the eye. ".. it's about Reno sir."

 

Tseng tilted his head to the side a fraction, again silently prompting her to continue.

 

"I'd rather not speak about it out here sir. It's something.. private."

 

The leader of the Turks narrowed his eyes. "I see." With nary another word he turned, making his way to the private suite. He didn't get more then a half dozen steps inside the room before Reno rushed past him and out the door. Nearly spilling his coffee in the process. "Reno? Reno! Return here at once!" he yelled at the back of the departing red-head.

 

The young man in question brushed past Elena roughly before darting down a side hall and heading to the emergency stairs. He ignored the shouts. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he bit down, his vision watery as his mind spun crazily. He felt like he was on a wild, uncontrollable rollercoaster ride. Nor did it help that his head was starting to pound, his heartbeats sounding like thunder in his ears and his chest feeling like someone had a vice around it, slowly tightening till he couldn't breath.

 

Tseng put down the briefcase and cup of coffee, striding though the doorway to Rufus's hospital room quickly to reach the window. Elena wasn't far behind him. Both Turks spotted the young red-headed man as he staggered and stumbled quickly across the road, barely avoiding oncoming traffic and disappearing down a side street, his head clasp between his hands. Letting out a sigh, the black haired leader of the Turks turned to his subordinate. "Now what was it you wished to speak to me about concerning Reno?"