Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Never Say Never ❯ Almost There ( Chapter 4 )

Vincent stepped forward and ran his fingers through my bangs, soggy though they were, and looked me in the eye. “Don't bother coming around for us...Our schedules are,” he paused enigmatically, “irregular. However, we'll come find you when we're in town. You have pleased Saki beyond our expectations.” He pressed a 100-gil mark into my palm. “Let's see to it that this happens again.”

 

“Yes, sir.” I smiled softly at the praise, grateful. I knew I was good at what I did; I had to be, for people to keep coming back like they did. However, it was still...nice, to hear it once in a while. My feet made no sound on the worn carpet as they carried me out of the apartment, and I grinned to myself briefly at the recollection of the look on Saki's face. My spirits were lifted a little, and I turned one last time to catch the three of them watching my back. “Uh...Vincent?”

 

He raised his brows at my audacity. Well, he did tell me to call him that. “You...wouldn't happen to have the time, would you?”

 

He cocked his head in curiosity but checked his watch nonetheless, and I noted that he wore it flipped, so that the face was on the underside of his wrist. I'm not sure why I really noticed it... Perhaps it was simply because it was the only thing to look at. He caught my eye again and stated in a flat voice, “Five thirty-seven.”

 

I could feel my face light in genuine surprise. Was it really that late? I thanked him quickly and left, not wanting to overstay my welcome. The lights in the hall flickered pathetically and I gave them an apathetic glance; they were just another group of casualties here in the slums. Sad, really. I reflected on the day and tried to figure out why it had gone so quickly, and realized that after the breakfast incident, whoring myself, catching those guys, banging the kid, and now walking back to the spot, I really had done quite a bit.

 

Humming a small, monotone tune to myself, I strolled along the street. There were the usual group of sleazy guys at the Honey Bee Inn, and although I knew quite a few of them, I didn't particularly want to. My posture was casual, but I kept a brisk pace, wanting to get back to my little spot. I was minutely concerned about Xi, even though by now he was almost certainly dead or claimed by another gang, and I had to get this money back to the pad before it was stolen from me.

 

Five thirty-seven, huh? Only an hour or so before I could call it a day and go to meet...that guy. Damn it. Next time I'm definitely asking his name. My little “stand” seemed quaint and lonely without the kid, and I finally admitted to myself that I missed him. I didn't stop to perch, however, not when I had this cash in my hand. I never carried more than 10 gil on me tops, and even then it was rare. It was just dangerous, I had learned, to carry any amount of money on you when it actually mattered how much you had.

 

The `copter was a welcome site to me as I stepped up to it. There was a shabby curtain made from the torn remnants of a child's blanket hung haphazardly in the doorway, and as I pushed it aside, I took a deep breath. The air reeked in the slums, and the familiar burn in my chest comforted me as I swiftly put the cash I had received under the empty first-aid box. My head pounded and I wondered if it was really worth it to go try to catch a quickie. I probably wouldn't be returning the next day, anyway, and I was going to take the cash with me when I left to go meet that guy, so what was the point? Sighing, I plopped down into the pilot seat and let my thoughts wander.

 

He had said that I'd be doing the dirty work of Shinra. The rebellion in me wanted to rear its head and ask what Shinra did that wasn't dirty work, but I cocked my head at the thought. Sniping, murder, torture... Would I be asked to rape someone? I winced and shifted uncomfortably, my outfit pulling in all the wrong places. As I reached down to remove the confining shorts, I frowned, considering the offer. I had told him that I did all that to survive already, but the truth is, I'm not even that great at yelling at somebody. I hated hurting people, shockingly enough, and I was actually scared shitless of him.

The shorts were off, and the tank top followed them. I weighed my options. Now, I am slutty and immoral, degrading myself for the pleasure of others. I am raped often, pounded and abused with dirty toys, and will probably die before I hit the age of 30.

 

Theoretically, should I take his offer, I'll still be immoral, but frighteningly cruel and hardened. I'll be exploited and used for my talents as an assassin, and will probably still die before the age of 30. However, I'll be paid extremely well, I'll have an actual apartment (Is that what they live in?), and when I DO die before the age of 30, someone might actually remember me.

 

Looking down at my now-naked thighs, I ran a fingertip over the scars that crisscrossed over the skin there. Years of having them clawed, mercilessly grabbed, manipulated, bruised... A soft, gentle throbbing awoke within them, reminding me of the agony that I had suffered for so long. In the care of Shinra, I wouldn't have to take that shit anymore.

 

Hell yeah, I'm gonna be a Turk.

 

Now that my shorts were off and I was clean, I was significantly more comfortable than I had been before. I stretched languidly in the seat and my eyes drifted shut, and I gave into the temptation of a short nap before I went to go see him. It felt nice to fall asleep to the thought that at the same time tomorrow, I was going to be far better off.

 

~

 

...His skin was smooth olive beneath my fingertips as I traced them down his chest. He arched and moaned prettily, shutting his eyes and arching against my touch. His long, black hair fanned around his head against the pillow, and a few rogue strands had escaped their slick prison and fallen to the sides of his face. I brushed them away from the high cheekbones and kissed him deeply, tasting danger and menthol in the heated dance. God, how I wanted him.

 

His hands were calloused in familiar places, years of gun toting having hardened the skin to masculine perfection. He ran his palms down my sides and grasped my hips tightly, and as I pulled away to breathe, I ground against him eagerly. He chuckled and responded in kind, and the friction of our nude bodies held so closely together made my manhood swell with desire. The sheets we laid upon were black satin, just like him, and as it slid against the skin of my legs like the hands of a skillful lover, I thought that it was typical.

 

He whispered my name into the humidity of the room, the call swallowed by the shadows and glints of light from the only window. The small black jewel between his eyes twinkled with the same light, but I shut it out when I clenched my eyes shut as a finger entered me. It was slick with saliva and cool to the touch, creating a shocking contrast within. Moments later, another joined it, and I slid against his chest when the bottom half of me arched into the penetration. The sweat was hot and salty between us, and I desperately lapped at the beaded treat in the hollow of his throat. He smelled of soap and cigarettes, and I breathed deeply, savoring the scent.

 

His fingers made scissoring motions inside of me, sending tendrils of pleasure up my spine. I took one of the coppery nubs on his chest into my mouth and sucked roughly, worrying the soft flesh with my teeth. The sudden assault caused him to curl his fingers into ecstatic claws, brushing a certain spot within me that wrought a loud moan from my throat. My lips parted from his chest with a quiet smacking sound, and as I thrust and rubbed against him, the breath held in my chest was exhaled in a soft coo. I shivered, my hair sticking to my forehead in a damp mess.

 

He leaned forward, then, and took my earlobe between his teeth. My body quivered at the erotic touch, and as his voice poured into me like heated honey, I groaned. He told me he was going to take me. It was going to hurt. In response, I nipped at his collarbone and breathed against his skin, urging him forward. I knew the pain, the sweet sensation that made me feel as if I were losing my virginity all over again. I wanted it; needed it from him. His breath hitched at the sting before he grasped both my cheeks and lowered me onto his hardened arousal.

 

The pain was intense; a burning like none other. My teeth grit against the intrusion and my fingernails dug into his flawless, muscular shoulders, and I couldn't quite hear the soothing words that he still murmured into my ear. As his narrow hips began to thrust into mine, I whimpered, shying away from his touch, but he was gentle. His hands caressed my body slowly, painstakingly, and eventually, the pain began to ebb into something powerful. My teeth caught my lower lip between them, and I straightened my back, driving him deeper within me. We both groaned, and I began to ride him.

 

Gazing down upon him, I admired his strong features. He was pretty, for a man, but still undeniably male. He had thin lips and a pointed nose, and his eyes were almond-shaped. Delicate, noble features graced him, and I leaned back, taking hold of the strong thighs. This gave me the leverage I needed to grind further against him, wringing a deep, throaty moan from his body, and I threw my head back, losing myself in the pleasure.

 

He sat up, then, and began to kiss my neck, his hands grabbing and massaging my abdomen and thighs. I let go of one leg and placed it over his skilled fingers, guiding him urgently to my weeping erection. He smirked against my skin and took it in a firm grip, pumping rhythmically. I jerked and quivered from the sensation, the double assault proving too much to my senses. I began to clench around him intentionally, attempting to at least bring him to climax along with me, milking him as best I could. He choked, wrapping his free arm around me, and began to pound me harder. I rode him eagerly.

 

I could feel the approach of ecstasy within me and embraced it fully, slamming my hips against his and meeting his mouth in a brutal kiss. He must have felt it too because his pace quickened drastically, and as we both climbed the violent spiral, our grunts and heavy breathing was muted by the thundering rain against the window. Finally, finally we hit our peak, and as I forced myself upon him viciously, my hot, white seed erupted from my body and stuck to his chest in a messy spattering. I called out into the dark, clawing at his back and heaving great breaths. I could feel his release within me, lubricating me further for his brutal, final thrusts.

 

As we both came down from our highs, I listened to the rain beating furiously against the wind—

 

~

 

Wait. Whoa. Someone's trying to wake me up.

 

I opened my eyes instantly (or as instantly as I could after such a dream) and raised a hand to choke whoever was trying to rouse me, but it turns out that it was...oh, shit.

 

Oh no.

 

“You're late.”

 

There he was. The guy from the alley, sitting right in the seat next to me. He didn't look any different at all; his hair was still glossy and healthy, his clothing neat and creased in the right places, and his eyes were still as bright and alert. And they were trained right on me, as was the gun in his hand. I gulped and shifted uncomfortably, finding my hand curled around my own arousal in the process. Of all the embarrassing situations for a potential employer to catch you in, this had to be one of the worst. I didn't rearrange myself at all, as tempted as I was, for fear of him pulling that trigger out of disgust. Instead, I lied out of my ass. “I wanted to be well-rested for any tasks you might have wanted me to do.” Then I remembered that he was the one with the gun, here. “Um, sir.”

 

He raised a dainty eyebrow at me and I suddenly resented him. I knew he knew that I was lying, but evidently, he didn't care enough to call me on it. “Have you decided?”

 

I nodded. “Yeah.”

 

“And?” I could tell that he was growing impatient with me, and I wanted to smirk. I loved annoying people.

 

“I'll do it.”

 

“You understand what will be expected of you. I won't be coddling you.”

 

Something clicked in the atmosphere and I smiled at him, stretching fully before dropping my arms to my sides. He still had his gunpoint resting against my solar plexus, but I didn't really think he'd still kill me. I looked down at my toes, nearly grimacing at the grime that was stuck under the nails. “Yeah, it's cool. Like I said, it's better than this shit.”

 

He then took his gun and nudged my head upwards with it, turning my face to his. He leaned in and kissed me gently, and it felt, to be completely honest, really, really weird. I wasn't used to being handled so...delicately, but it still felt nice. I nibbled his bottom lip and patted myself on the back for amazing dream accuracy. Just when we were about to get pretty into it, he pulled away, and I leaned forward to try and catch him. Too slow. He smirked at me, I glared back, and he whispered, “Go get some clothes on. We're leaving right now.”

 

He leaned back completely, then, and exited the helicopter. I sat there in shock for a moment, unbelieving of how much of a tease someone like that could really be, and then I began to move. Once again, it was pretty embarrassing that the only clothes that I had to choose from were dirty sweatpants and a prostitute's getup, so I opted for the sweatpants. I didn't have anything that resembled a normal shirt, so when I stuffed the 100-gil into my pocket and followed him, he raised his brow at my bare chest. “I don't have a shirt, and I didn't think you'd appreciate me wearing my uniform. Sir.”

 

He shook his head and began a brisk pace through town, and I followed quickly at his heals purely out of habit. There were many looks and ogles thrown my way, and when I passed super-seme and his lackey sitting outside of the bar, I flashed them a wink and licked my lips. Bastards.

 

He led me out of the Wall Market to a place I was fairly unfamiliar with, but it was kind of nice. It was still slummy, dirty with grumpy, introverted inhabitants, but it was far less populated and a lot more spacious. One could breathe easier in this place. We continued on, passing a group of children that threw rocks at me, but when I caught one of them and threw it back (it hit one of them on the cheek), they simply swore and turned their backs. I smirked.

 

We passed a quaint old church on our way to what I assumed was the sector boundary. It was kind of pretty, I guess, if you were into those types of things. I wondered what the hell we'd need a church for in Midgar, but hey, to each their own. An abandoned church served for a pretty decent home.

 

Beyond the church was what I saw to be my ticket out of here. A shiny black helicopter, blades twirling and kicking up great billowing clouds of yellow dust, was sitting there, looking for all the world like a giant dragonfly. I felt my jaw fall slack in awe and surprise—I couldn't help it. It was the most expensive thing I'd ever seen in my life, and I was going to be riding in it.

 

I stepped forward with him and entered the vehicle, touching the door frame, the seats, the net on the ceiling, the net on the floor... It suddenly struck me that I was probably a pity case for him, if he could feel pity, and I realized that I didn't even have it in me to feel offended. I plopped down in the seat next to his and stared forward blankly, finally beginning to see what I was getting myself into.

 

His buddy from the night before was there, as well, but piloting the aircraft, and I felt my stomach lurch threateningly as the vehicle left the ground. The doors remained open and I instinctively edged closer to the middle, not really seeing or caring that it was also closer to him. The wind whipped through the openings violently, causing my long hair to whip and bite at my skin, and I wrapped my arms round me. Damn, it was cold. I tried to keep my shivering under control so that he wouldn't notice, but evidently this guy saw everything.

 

He didn't say anything to me, only took off his pretty jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. The satin lining was soft against my skin, and I could feel that he had something tucked securely into a secret pocket on the inside. Probably cigarettes. The inside was already warmed from his body heat and I grasped the zippered edges, pulling the jacket taut around my shoulders, but I didn't put my arms through the sleeves. I didn't really deserve to. It smelled good, though.

 

The ride was quick and uneventful. I was lost in my thoughts of what I would see when I arrived to my new destination. Above the plate. Holy shit. This is like, the real thing. They're probably taking me to the Shinra building or something... I couldn't suppress the tiny niggling sense of excitement trying to rise in my stomach. Stealing a glance at my stalker, I noticed with a bit of contempt that he was still as expressionless as ever. Would I ever be like that?

 

When the helicopter landed, the three of us exited and stood outside on the helipad. It was right outside the door to the main Shinra Headquarters, and I nearly lost my footing I was so taken aback by all the sheer...I don't even know what it was. It was like I was on a different planet or something. I felt a gentle nudge between my shoulder blades, and, turning, I met the gaze of the guy that brought me here. I must have looked really nervous or something because he gripped my shoulder and said, “Last chance, Reno.”

 

I looked from him to the monstrous, towering building in front of me. It was going to take me a very, very long time to adjust to this, but... I wanted this. “I'm not going to turn back now. What have I got to lose?”

 

My answer must have been satisfactory to him, because he pushed past me with a smirk and waved me along to continue.

 

Pulling the jacket tighter still around me, I scampered after him, my bare feet slapping against the concrete. Before I entered the building, for the first time in my life, I sent a silent prayer to whoever might be listening.

 

I'd probably be needing it.