Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Symphony of the Periled ❯ Symphony of the Periled ( Chapter 1 )

~Symphony of the Periled~

Author:

Danaeyl Panthernopaeus.

Theme:

AU, Crossover.

Warnings for this chapter:

Homosexual intercourse, torture and death.

Please turn back now if any of the above offend you.

 

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Tseng sat calmly on the bed, his back pressed against the iron head, his eyes closed as he did calculations in his mind.

Reno was doing the opposite.

The redhead paced the length of the bed, muttered to himself, sat down, stood up and repeated the whole process again.

Tseng blocked out his lover's movements as he asked himself questions. What do they want? Why have they appeared now? Why do they want Cloud so badly?

Tseng opened his eyes as the image of Vincent came back. He thought he had found a way to remove that horrid metaphor, but evidentially it returned to torment the brooding Turk, even after five days.

In five days, Cloud and his gang, along with the Turks and Rufus had managed to find four corpses that had been tortured in some of the most horrific ways. Vincent had been the worst, thus far. Yuffie was barely recognizable.

Tseng opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. He flexed his fingers. That poor girl, Tseng thought as he remembered her wrists. The skin was jagged and moved in one direction, as though her hands had been twisted off.

There was almost nothing left of her face. Most of the flesh had been removed, but it wasn't like X and Y had done it. It was like they had cut her and let rats and insects feast on her, most likely while she was still alive.

Tseng shook his head as he tried ever so desperately to remove the sick images. He needed to do something to take his mind off what had happened. Without a doubt, it was probably happening as he sat there and watched Reno, but Reno had only just recovered from his first encounter with the two psychotics.

Tseng grabbed Reno's wrist and pulled his lover to him. “What's wrong, Reno? You've been like this for the last day.”

Reno sighed. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain what was bothering. He knew it was a matter of pride and it was also a matter of having to stop two murderous lunatics from fulfilling their sick obligation.

“Why? Why do they have to be so indestructible? I just know they were toying with me and Rude. They could have killed us at any time, but they allowed us to live. Why? Why do they have to murder in such a hideous fashion? Is it too much to ask that they give their victims a quick and painless death? Did you see what they did to that young woman who helped her mother run the fruit stall in the market? They publicly exposed her. She was humiliated, even in death.”

Tseng rubbed Reno's back. He knew that Reno had a sensitive side. It didn't come out often, but it was there. He couldn't be a Turk if he was always a sap like this. Reno did raise a few good questions, though. Why did they have to torture?

“And they kicked my ass.”

Tseng's eyes widened. Of course it would be about pride as well. Reno was just like that. He shook his head. “They can kick Cloud's ass, Reno.”

Reno nodded and pulled back from Tseng. He collapsed onto the bed; he pulled Tseng down with him. Reno cuddled the raven haired man. He groaned in disgust and rolled away from Tseng. He was almost as vile as those two maniacs.

Tseng frowned when Reno moved away. He felt a little abandoned even though he knew why Reno had pulled back. He felt the same way and it did disgust him, too. They wanted to forget the problem, even if it was to be for a couple of hours. Perhaps it was their body trying to tell them something.

Tseng moved onto his back as he stared up at the ceiling. Cloud's group was working on keeping the city safe, at least at night. The Turks would work on keeping the city safe during the day. He wondered why they woke up or what happened to make them wake.

“Tseng?”

“I know, Reno. You can have a cold shower.”

“No. Make me forget.”

Tseng sat up and turned Reno over. He lent down and kissed the redhead with a passion. Help me to help you, Reno, Tseng thought as his eyes closed and all he could see was Reno.

 

 

Rude's eyes opened and he took in the surroundings. What he could see of them, anyway.

As far as Rude could tell, he was in a room, tied to something with his arms raised and his legs free. He tugged on the shackles that bound his wrists. He noticed the way the clinking of the chains echoed slightly in the room, letting Rude know he was in a large and empty room.

Rude's heart sank when he heard a giggle. He had only just healed from the first time he met the two angelic psychopaths. He realized he was standing tip-toe. He lowered his heels and instantly regretted it as a sharp pain shot through his heels.

“Mm, I wouldn't advise doing that.” A blinding light went on and X stepped in front of it. He smirked, holding up an object in his hand.

Rude's eyes had yet to adjust to the light. He just knew that whatever the angel was holding would only be painful for him.

And he couldn't be anymore right.

“Krad, are you ready?”

Rude's surprise went unnoticed until he asked, “You have names?”

The experiments looked at him and frowned. “Well, yeah. We also had a mother and a father and a dog and a cat and a horse.”

“Dark, try not to give out too much information. I want to have some fun.”

Dark grinned. “It doesn't matter, baby brother. He's going to die and he knows it.”

Rude could feel perspiration on his forehead, upper lip and as it rolled down his back. He caught a brief glimpse of the object Dark held as he swung it across Rude's diaphragm. A straight razor.

Dark missed and Rude released the breath he had been holding.

Rude looked to the left of the large light when he heard something squeaking. Krad appeared, with a trolley. On it was a bag and lemons.

Dark beamed like a child at Christmas as he placed the straight razor on the trolley and took hold of a scalpel.

“Where should the first one go?” Dark held the scalpel an inch from Rude's naked body as he thought where to make the first incision.

“Front, left, above the hip,” Krad said as he opened the bag.

Rude struggled against the bindings. He had to get away. Who would look after Reno if he were to die?

Rude grinded his teeth together as the metal pierced his skin and went in a little deeper than it needed to. He could the sharp blade move in a circular motion. He relaxed slightly when the blade was removed.

Dark used the razor to cut a lemon in half and squeezed the juice onto his hand before he dipped that hand into the opened bag. He pulled it back and looked at the ring he had just cut. He dug his lemon and salt covered fingers into the flesh and ripped out the section he had just cut.

Rude's body tensed up and he groaned in pain. He relaxed and opened his eyes to see a cylinder of flesh be dangled before him.

“You're both sick.”

Dark shrugged and tossed the meat to a side. “We know.” He picked the scalpel up again and held it in front of Rude's right eye. “Where is Cloud?”

“You're doing all of this to find Cloud?”

Krad laughed psychotically, the sound of it terrified Rude. “That and because we enjoy it.”

Dark grinned, the tip of his tongue peeking through his front teeth. He lowered his eyes to Rude's Pecs. He tilted his head in contemplation. He snapped his fingers and Krad handed him something that could resemble an instrument to remove the core of a fruit.

Rude's eyes widened as the metal was heated and placed on his left nipple. His face twisted in pain as the hot, blunt metal was forced through his skin.

 

 

Reno's face showed slight discomfort as Tseng penetrated him. He knew the more experienced Turk was trying not to hurt him too much; it still didn't remove the uneasiness of it.

Reno's back dipped. He figured Tseng was about half way through. He knew he was correct, when Tseng fully entered him in a single sweep. Reno couldn't help but tense at the intrusion. It was the same as every other time they managed to have intercourse.

And every time it was the same routine. They never seemed to break out of it, not matter what was going on.

Tseng moved Reno's hair off his back and kissed a shoulder-blade.

Reno relaxed and threw a grin over his shoulder. If routine served correct, Tseng wouldn't be gentle. Though, with the circumstances of the outside world, he might be a little more tender, not wanting to bring back anything that could possibly stop their act.

Reno was grateful to know that tradition would not be broken tonight.

Tseng was the only one that Reno felt sexually attracted to. Their togetherness had nothing to do with love.