Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Special Agent Psychopath ( Chapter 28 )

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CHAPTER 28: Special Agent Psychopath

Sephiroth couldn't believe his luck. He had camped out on front of Squall's house waiting for the opportunity to abduct his blue-eyed angel. He watched through the binoculars as a tall brunette woman walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. He didn't know who she was and he didn't care. His breath hitched in his throat when his angel answered the door without a shirt on. God he was so beautiful.

It didn't bother him about the piercings those could be taken care of. He grew hard imagining how it would feel to rip them out with his teeth hearing the screams of pain that came out of his beautiful Blue Eyes lips. The tattoo bothered him the most, how dare someone ruin the perfection of that lovely skin.

Later he saw Squall and the woman leave the house in the black BMW. He trailed the car to where it was going and waited while they entered a clothing store. He would continue following them until he could isolate the pair from any prying eyes. If he had to kill the woman to claim his prize so be it she was expendable.

Sephiroth was elated when Squall left the store on his own. He followed him and watched the lean powerful body as it ran. Growing more excited at the thought of all that luscious skin spread out underneath him, unzipping his pants he released his member and started stroking up and down, but stopped as suddenly as he had started. He didn't want to soil himself when soon he would have the object of his obsession to pleasure him.

Sephiroth was horrified when he saw his Blue Eyes enter the tattoo parlor. He would come back and deal with them later for marring the perfection of his angel. He slid out from behind the wheel of the Viper and waited in the alley until his quarry left the building and stealthily crept up behind him and brought the butt of his pistol down hard on the back of the brunets head. Picking up the unconscious body he carried it over to his car.

When Squall woke several hours later he had a raging headache. Trying to sit up he realized that he couldn't he was handcuffed to a bed frame. “Fuck!” He groaned and managed to bring his head up a little. His shirt and shoes had been removed but thankfully he was still wearing his shorts.

Sephiroth came in and smiles down at him, “I told you I'd have you Blue Eyes. You could have come with me willing but no you had to be difficult.” And ran his fingers down Squall's cheek.

Regardless of the headache Squall yanked his head away from Sephiroth's foul touch, it made his skin crawl. “Do you have any idea who you're fucking with?” Squall snapped.

“Do you think your family matters to me? They don't scare me Michelangelo Squall Leonhart-Valentinius.” Sephiroth laughed at the look of surprise that crossed the bound brunets face. “What are you shocked that I know who you really are? Although how they could give such an exquisite creature such a vile middle name quall is beyond me. You are anything but a violent storm my blue-eyed angel. As for Leonhart? Perhaps you do possess the heart of a lion.”

Squall remained silent. At first he had been angry that Vincent had done what he had, but now he was ready to kiss him.

“Can you imagine what I'm going to do to you?” Sephiroth said and licked his lips in appreciation running his fingers over Squall shrinking flesh.

“No! My imagination doesn't run in sick circles.” Squall said sarcastically and tried to squirm away from the unwanted touch on his body.

“I like the way I make you squirm my angel.” Sephiroth moaned and continued his voice just as oily as before, “Let me enlighten you. I'm going to fuck you and while I do Reno is going to take pictures of the ordeal. I'm going to send those pictures to that obtuse hick and he will see you panting under me. Then somehow I'm going to get him here and I'm going to torture him in front of you. I'll fuck you again and again while he is bound and helpless and he will hear you screaming out for me not to stop.”

“They only thing I'm going to be doing is vomiting repeatedly.” Squall snarled and twisted away from Sephiroth's touch. “Just the thought of your touch sickens me.”

Sephiroth ignored him and continued, “Once I've driven him to the point of insanity I'm going to kill him in front of you and smear your body with his blood and lick it off of you slowly.” Moving quickly he mashed his mouth down on Squalls, trying to force the tightly pressed lips open with his tongue.

Squall opened his mouth and clamped his teeth down hard on Sephiroth's lower lip bringing his legs up to the other mans chest still keeping a tight grip on the lip. He kicked out and sent Sephiroth flying across the room with most of his lower lip hanging loose. Squall turned his head and spit out the mouthful off blood but some dribbled down his chin.

“You bitch.” Sephiroth screamed in agony and brought his hand up to staunch the flow of blood that was gushing out. “I was going to be gentle with you the first time. But now you have made me angry.”

Sephiroth ripped off his clothes and stalked across the room naked, forgetting momentarily about those long brown legs. But he remembered them when Squall kicked out and caught him in the midsection. “Reno! Get your stupid ass in here and tie his legs down.” Sephiroth bellowed.

As Sephiroth stalked across the room Squall couldn't help but stare at him, when his eyes reached the silver haired monstrosity's groin he giggled in relief. The psycho was definitely lacking in that department, oh he was bigger then a roll of dimes but not by much. Squall couldn't hide the look of contemptuous scorn that crossed his face and started laughing outright.

Sephiroth shrieked, “What are you laughing at?”

Squall knew he was going to die but before he did, Sephiroth Jenova was going to rape and torture him. It was strange what the brain would think in a stressful situation and right now he was remembering a poem by Dylan Thomas about not going gently into the cold dark night, but to rage against the dying of the light. He glanced down at the other mans crouch and sneered, “Nothing!”

Sephiroth Jenova was incensed he stepped forward again this time avoiding Squall's kicking legs and backhanded him smoothly across the face, bruising the flesh but not breaking any bones. “I'm going to enjoying splitting your little ass open Blue Eyes. God damn it Reno get in here and tie his legs down. After I fuck him, he needs to be taught a lesson.” Hearing a noise in the doorway he turned and froze a look of surprised disbelief on his face.

Reno pulled the trigger of the pistol he was carrying and blew most of Sephiroth's head off. Blood and brain matter splattered over Squall's bound body. Sephiroth's lifeless body remained standing for a heartbeat then fell in a heap to the floor, as Reno walked casually into the room a look of cold contempt on his face.

Squall saw the redhead who Sephiroth had called Reno approaching the bed, pistol still held tight in his hand it hadn't registered yet that he had just shot and killed he would be rapist. The only thing that was going through his mind was, “Oh god this is it. I'm going to die and I'll never see my family or Seifer again.” He tried crawling up the bed away from the man using his ass and elbows, but could only go so far since his wrists were shackled to the headboard. He had never been religious but he closed his eyes and made his peace with god.

Reno bent down and picked up the discarded pants and took the key to the handcuffs out of the pocket. Crossing over to the bed he unlocked them and freed Squall. “I didn't tell him everything about you Detective Leonhart.” He offered.

“Who are you?” Squall asked instantly on alert again. Shit this was just fucking terrific. The psycho that lay dead on the floor didn't know his identity, but his flunky did.

Reno reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a wallet flipping it open he showed Squall his badge, “Special Agent Reno Carson.”

“You're a Fed?”

“Yes and I trust that this will stay between us. I've been undercover for the past three years trying to infiltrate Gene Caraway's organization. I started out as nothing more then an errand boy and slowly worked my way up to being his right hand man.”

“You're very articulate. Why did you play the idiot when you were around him?” Squall asked rubbing his wrist trying to get the circulation back in his hands.

“Why did you? You played the idiot as well as I did. And that's all I thought you were, a beautiful idiot. That is until I did a more extensive background check on you and found that not only did you graduate with honors from college but where also at the top of your class at the academy.” Reno smiled at him and continued, “I also know that you're not Mafioso, but that was a nice touch. You obviously have some very powerful friends that have very powerful influence.”

Squall brought his hand up to the back of his head and was thankful that it wasn't mushy he just felt a lump on it. “Where are the rest of my clothes and my cell phone? I need to get home.”

“I'll make sure you get home.” Reno replied and walked over to the dresser and gave Squall his shirt, shoes and cell phone. “He ran the battery down so if anyone tried to call they'd get your voice mail.” Reno offered when Squall flipped it open. “Detective, I need to get you out of here before the cleaners show up. I want to offer a proposition to you and I'll explain more on the drive to your house.”

On the drive to Squall's home Reno explained what he had in mind. “We've been trying to nail that bastard for years but he's always really careful about whom he lets in his inner sanctum. So why don't we do a joint effort between the feds and the San Francisco PD to bring the man down.”

”What do you propose?” Squall asked.

“I'll set a meet for you with Caraway. When he finds out who you are a Valentinius, I'm positive that he'll want to do business with you. Considering he's been trying for some time now to expand his business to the East Coast.” Reno offered with a smile. He liked this charismatic young man and somehow knew that Caraway would like him too.

“How long?” Squall questioned.

“A week. Maybe a little more.”

“How the hell did you wind up in the company of Sephiroth Jenova?” Squall asked and rubbed his head again. God help him, he had a blinding headache.

“Caraway hired him to take care of a rival and sent me along to make sure he got anything he needed.” Reno responded.

“Including me?” Squall hissed.

“Look if I would have known what he was going to do it would have never happened.” Reno replied tersely. “The only reason he's dead now is because of what he had planned for you.”

Squall felt contrite and said, “I'm sorry.”

Reno waved it away as they pulled up into the driveway in front of Squall's house.

Seifer was frantic. Where the hell was Squall? Carrie had been back for several hours and she was just as upset as he was, both were pacing back and forth jumping at every little noise. Seifer was getting ready to call the police when they heard a car pull into the drive.

Seifer beat Carrie to the door by a mere heartbeat and flung it open and saw Squall getting out of the car with that redheaded freak that had talked to him at the club. Springing forward Seifer punched Reno in the face and knocked him to the ground. Reaching down he picked him up again only to knock him back to earth.

“Seifer no!” Squall shout was the only thing that prevented him from kicking the guys ribs in. “No, Reno helped me.”

Seifer backed away still glaring at the man on the ground.

Carrie ran out of the house and grabbed Squall in a hug and thumped him on the arm and yelled at him, “Where the hell have you been? Seifer and I have been worried sick about you.”

Seifer had reached them by now and pulled Squall close to his body and just held him tight. He didn't need to say anything the mild tremors coursing through his body said it all.

“Let's go inside and Reno and I will tell you everything.” Squall said and was picked up by Seifer and carried into the house with Reno and Carrie following them.

Seifer sat Squall to his feet and went ballistic when he saw the blood that was splattered across his lover's face and naked chest. Then there was the bruise that was rapidly turning purple on his delicate cheek. “I'll kill him.” Seifer vowed in a hiss.

“Excuse me Detective Almasy but there's no need. The problem has been eradicated.” Reno offered from the front door that he had just entered and firmly shut behind him.

Seifer spun around a snarl on his lips, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Special Agent Reno Carson.” He replied, “And Squall is in need of medical help.” Then explained what happened.

Seifer spun back to Squall who had sat down on the floor since didn't want to get blood on his furniture. Carrie was kneeling beside him and holding him against her shoulder. Crossing over he squatted down by his lover, “Are you okay baby?”

“Just a really bad headache. Reno said that I could have a mild concussion. Care, could you call Dr. White for me and tell him that I need him to make a house call.” Squall replied and nestled his aching head against Seifer's shoulder.

“Mr. Leonhart, I'll make contact with you within the next few days.” Reno Carson said then turned and left the house.