Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Intervention ❯ The Art of Conversation ( Chapter 7 )

 

 

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.

 

Author's Notes pt 2 = Sorry it took so long to update, was having a minor case of writers block (Not to mention getting distracted a lot by a certain group of Rpers I've recently fallen in with heh)

 

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7 - The Art of Conversation

 

Twinkle Twinkle little Slut
Now I spank your naughty butt
once I've warmed it you will cry
And I'll wipe your teary eye
Don't Forget the Lessons Learned
Or Your rumsticks will be burned

-- The ABCs of Kinky Sex by Akash

 

 

Reno faded in and out of consciousness for quite some time, long enough for him to have been moved to another location or two for all that he knew. It seemed that every time he came to he was offered a (ordered to) drink and when he refused he was sent back into unconsciousness again. His head was feeling like the ball the local kids played kickball with. A tiny sliver of his mind worried about the possibility of brain damage while another part argued that it had already happened with the amount of drugs and booze he'd consumed over time. He mumbled under his breath for both voices to shut up and let him sleep.

 

"Hey boss, sleeping beauty here is awake again. Want me to send him nighty night?" asked a rough voice from close by.

 

"If you keep sending him nighty night, as you put it, he'll be dead sooner than I want," came the voice of Jones, who was sitting not far off, enjoying an elegant dinner of a gourmet meal and wine. "Besides, I think you may have broken his jaw and I would like to converse with our guest like civilized men." Taking another bite of food, he chewed then swallowed. "Not that Reno is particularly civil," he added.

 

Reno did a mental inventory of what he knew was damaged versus what felt damaged. So far things were not looking good. His whole body felt like once massive bruise and he was having problems moving his jaw. One eye was swollen shut as far as he could tell, he had lost all sensations in his hands and his right leg throbbed with every beat of his heart, overall not a good thing. Granted he'd been in worse shape a time or two but usually he had backup that knew what was going on and where he was. So far as he knew, right at this moment no one knew where he was or what was happening to him.

 

Jones gestured with a fork for his underling to untie Reno and bring him to the table. After that he seemed to ignore the presence of Reno at the table as well as his underlings who were busy setting up something. Several minutes passed before Jones looked up at Reno then poured a large goblet of water and slid it over to the Turk. “Water?” he asked with a pleasant smile. “Nothing has been done to it, I promise.”

 

Reno's eye shifted back and forth between the water, Jones and his surroundings. Slowly, carefully he lifted his right hand to clumsily take the goblet step between fingers that didn't want to work. His left hand had been damaged enough that he couldn't open or close his fingers, which left him with the fearful, sour feeling in his gut that unless he got really fucking lucky, he'd never be able to use his primary hand again. It was awkward, it hurt and he spilled at least a quarter of the water, but he was able to finally down the contents of the goblet. He remembered well his father's words when it came to being tortured or interrogated.

 

'Rule number one, make any injury seem worse then it was, but not so bad that the enemy thought you completely useless. Rule number two; never turn down water if it's offered because without water, a person would die within 3-5 days of dehydration. And finally rule number three lie. Lie about anything and everything. Make your enemy so confused about what was the truth and what was not that any truth that might be told wouldn't be believed. Rule number four. It is the duty of any prisoner to try and escape. That goes for both sides, not just yours.'

 

"Tell me Reno, what were you doing in my tavern?" Jones asked, sitting back in his chair and sipping his wine. Reno mumbled something that he couldn't understand. "What was that? Do speak clearly Reno." He smiled at the look the injured Turk gave him. "Ah, that's right. Your jaw is damaged I believe. We'll have to take care of that for you," he said then snapped his fingers. "Kelly, please come take care of our guest here."

 

Kelly, as it turned out, would have been a decent looking brunette, if it weren't for the look in her eyes. She looked as if she was dream walking, there but not there at the same time. "Yes Mr. Jones," she said in a voice that made her sound like she was high as a kite and far away to boot.

 

It took a lot for Reno not to flinch from Kelly's touch. Both from the pain she would cause as well as the revulsion the look in her eyes caused in him. Closing his eye he sat very still as she pulled a dull looking Restore materia from her pocket. He did cringe when he felt a sickening wave of twisted healing wash over him. After he fought off the sudden nausea, he was able to move his jaw again, though his words were slurred slightly. "Ya materia's corrupted," he mumbled.

 

"So I've noticed, a pity too. Almost all materia found since Meteor is that way. No one has been able to explain why either," Jones said as he leaned forward again. Sitting his glass down before placing his arms on the table and resting his chin on clasp hands, Jones watched the Turk silently for several minutes. "Tell me Reno, what do you think has happened to the materia?"

 

"Why ask me?" Reno asked. Under Jones' gaze, he played it as cool as he could. No need in screwing things up too fast and getting killed before he had the chance to try and escape.

 

"Why not?" Jones asked back, staring at Reno.

 

Reno made sure that he didn't meet Jones's eyes as he sat there and waited for whatever may happen next. Usually he would have been staring eye to eye with his captor, but considering Jones had replaced one of his eyes with Manipulate materia, it wasn't a good idea. Not to mention it was just freaky looking, as in Hojo-Freaky.

 

"Come now Reno, hazard a guess why the materia found in the last two to three months has turned out to be corrupted. It won't change your situation one iota, unless you consider the time spent talking to me as a rest period of sorts," Jones said with a chuckle, still staring at Reno across the table.

 

Reno shrugged, cautiously testing his shoulders and upper arms as he did. When he spoke, his words were still slurred a tad. “Maybe cause the Lifestream got fucked? Shit, I don't fucking know. I ain't a fucking scientist." He shook his head, gaging his reaction to sudden movement. He was going to be having problems later if he was hit in the head too much more, but for now it was tolerable.

 

"I see," Jones said as he stood up. "You know, you have quite a foul mouth on you. Perhaps that mouth should be put to better use. Tell me, are you familiar with the art of fellatio?" he asked as he made his way around the table to lean against it, his arms crossed over his chest as he smiled that ever so slightly twisted smile of his.

 

Reno jerked his head up, his eye going wide in disgusted horror. He'd suffered that humiliation from Tseng and Rufus almost from the beginning of his Turk career. After the disastrous few times of trying to get someone to intervene he'd stopped trying, it only made the sessions afterwards more difficult to deal with. He quickly looked away before he gave too much away.

 

Jones raised an eyebrow slightly at the expression the Turk was wearing when he looked away. It piqued his interest that someone like Reno would be disgusted and horrified by the thought of sex. He'd managed to keep track of the Turk's frequent trips to the Wall-Market and the Honey Bee Inn, though he was never able to speak with the girls in question that Reno had been visiting. With a little twist of his will, he activated the Manipulate materia so that it would effect his words, giving them more power to inflict more damage then without the orb. “I see that you are indeed familiar with the art,” Jones said then leaned over slightly to speak softly into Reno's ear. “Tell me Reno, were you the bottom? Were you the one forced to pleasure your partner? Forced to feel and taste the flesh of someone you couldn't refuse. I bet you even tried to have the harassment stopped, didn't you?” He enjoyed the way Reno flinched every time his breath caressed the exposed ear, and this close he could see how badly the young man was tensing up and reacting when a particularly sensitive topic was touched.

 

He tried hard to keep from flinching, but with every word that was spoken brought forth images and memories he'd kept buried in the back of his mind to light. Those thoughts and memories were enough to inflame his body with a deep, embarrassed shame for allowing it to have happened in the first place, and to have continued on afterwards as well. It was enough to make him physically ill from it all. He had stopped paying attention to the goings on around him during this time so when he felt hands upon him, he started. He found himself being hauled up out of the chair and roughly shoved towards an area that had been shadowed up till now. When he struggled against his captors, he earned another hard hit upside the head by someone's fist. It was enough to cause his site to gray out as the pain blossomed once more inside his head. When his vision cleared up, he was not only stripped of all his clothing, but he was gagged and strapped down on a cold steel chair like apparatus. His wrists were fastened to a bar above his head just as his ankles fastened to a bar under him, leaving him in a spread eagle position, dangling from the ceiling. A hose also dangled down above him, ice-cold water slowly dribbled out of the end and onto his flesh, sending shivers though his thin body.

 

“Hmm, looks like I'm not the first one here,” Jones said as he approached the bound Turk. He held his hand out a moment, and then curled his fingers around a slim reed cane, the end of which was split into several dozen smaller reeds. “Do you know what this is Reno?” he asked bringing the cane around so he could show it off. “It's a Wutain whipping cane. Used to punish criminals who have committed lesser offenses. The usual punishment was five lashes for the first time offender. If you went before the judges again for the same crime, it was doubled to ten lashes. No one has ever gone past two-dozen lashes. By that time, the person's skin was flayed from their bodies and they had died of shock.” As he spoke, Jones walked around Reno looking him up and down. “I see you've been branded,” he said as he noted the mark on Reno's lower back, just above the cleft of his ass.

 

Reno grunted behind the gag. The marks he had on him were something that Tseng had put on him years prior and renewed ever so often just as a reminder that he belonged to the Wutain Turk as a sexual pet and plaything. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to jerk away from the hand that was touching him. If he touched someone else that was one thing, but he hated when someone touched him first.

 

“Can you read this Rin-Ji?” Jones asked.

 

“I can try sir,” came the Wutain accented voice out of nowhere.

 

Reno jerked, twisted and flailed as best he could from his position once he felt fingers ghosting over his skin. First across the mark on his lower back before those fingers ghosted over a hip and down the valley where leg and torso joined. He screamed obscenities around the gag as those fingers fondled his member and testicles. It was disconcerting to have some strange and unknown person feeling him up. He didn't even let the doctors grope him during his yearly physical, why would he let a stranger?

 

There was the sound of chuckling before the stranger spoke. “Most interesting sir. Those marks proclaim him to be a sex slave of the Royal House of Wutai. The practice of owning a sex slave ended years before the war started, though a few die-hard holdouts kept it alive. See this pattern?” Rin-Ji traced a mark that was partially hidden in the thatch of red pubic hair at the base of Reno's member. “It says that he is sole property of the Royal House and whoever tries to take him without permission will be put to death.”

 

“Is that what it says?” Jones asked.

 

“Not in so many words, but yes sir. And this mark,” Rin-Ji let his fingers slide over the mark that was on Reno's back, just above the cleft of his ass. “This mark is the owner's personal Mark. The name reads as `Shion' as far as I can tell.” The Wutain man traced the pattern with a feather light touch before sliding it down the cleft of the bound man's ass.

 

“Yes, well we have him now instead of this `Shion' person, now don't we? I want those marks left untouched. Do you understand me?” Jones asked as he glanced around. “Now then… Kelly, come here.”

 

“Yes sir,” Kelly said as she approached, still as vacant eyed as when she healed Reno's jaw.

 

“Kelly dear, I want you to pleasure our guest here, do you understand? I want him pleasured in every way possible,” Jones instructed. He then handed the cane to Rin-Ji. “And you know what I want done, correct?”

 

“Yes sir,” Rin-Ji said as he took the cane and stepped back, twitching his wrist to get the feel of the cane.

 

Kelly nodded then stepped past Jones to stand in front of the bound Turk. Leaning forward she trailed soft kisses down his throat and chest, ignoring the way the man thrashed, twisted and wiggled. Once she had sunk to her knees she set to work, pleasuring him to the fullest of her abilities.

 

Rin-Ji gave Kelly several minutes to get Reno worked up and aroused before he flicked his wrist, the cane's slit end landed with precision across the bare skin of the Turk's ass, causing him to jerk forward, deeper into Kelly's willing mouth.

 

Reno cursed and yelled as much as he could around the gag, but all that came out was muffled sounds. His eyes went wide at the first lash of the cane. The pain did not register until the swish of the second lash had completed and the thinly stripped cane sliced easily into his pale skin.

 

 

Those that called the area home had learned long ago to ignore the sounds coming from the old warehouse. The last one that had gone investigating had never returned, at least not in one piece. Pieces and parts had been found scattered around an area well known for the monsters that made it home. No, it was indeed safer to just turn up the TVs or radios then it was to go looking.