Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Twenty Questions ( Chapter 48 )

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Chapter 48: Twenty questions

Vincent Valentine was caught in the grips of a nightmare once again he was being raped by Sephiroth. He jerked quickly awake cold sweat streaming down his smooth alabaster skin. He ran his long slender fingers through the tumble of jet-black hair and groaned. God it had been a long time since he had dreamt about that. He wondered why they were suddenly plaguing him again.

Glancing over at the body that was sprawled out beside him he grinned, Reno had come over again and they had spent yet another lust filled night in bed. They still hadn't done a lot of talking mostly due to the fact that the spicy redhead used that long sinful tongue of his for more delightful pursuits.

Reno turned over in his sleep giving Vincent an unimpeded view of his face, his red hair was sleep tousled and sex tangled. Vincent knew that he had seen the man before but since lust had been riding him so thoroughly he hadn't taken the time to ponder on where. Gazing down at him he suddenly remembered where he had seen that face before. Jack-knifing out of the bed he grabbed a handful of fire engine hair and yanked Reno to his feet and sent the confused man flying across the room, where his nude body's progress was halted when it made a hard impact with the wall and fell to the floor in a dazed heap.

A feral snarl on his sensuous lips Vincent stomped across the room and picked Reno up and slammed him into the wall, his deep dark voice cracked with hostility, “Is this another one of Jenova's sick attempts at using me?”

By this time Reno was wide-awake and alert. He brought his hand up automatically to block the punch that came flying at his face and brought his other arm down to block the knee that threatened to emasculate him, “What the fuck is your damage?” He barked out angrily.

“What's my damage? The fact that the sick fuck that you are working for sent you here to use me to find out pertinent information about my involvement with Squall.” Vincent growled and attempted to punch Reno again.

Reno only knew this tall elegant man by his first name so he hadn't associated him with `the Goth Attorney' that Squall had been involved with, but now he did. He couldn't fight the smile that spilled across his mouth, “Ah so that's why you woke me up?”

Vincent snarled, “Get your fucking clothes on and get out of my house. You can go back to Jenova and tell him that it didn't work.”

Reno grinned cheekily, there was no way that he was going to leave yet. He wasn't going to kid himself and say that he loved Vincent Valentine but he was in desperate lust with the man. He offered, “Would it help if I told you that I didn't work for him anymore?”

“No!” Vincent answered coldly and continued to glare at him. God damn it he was so annoying, not able to take the situation seriously. “So what was next Reno? Going to tell me you love me?”

Reno grinned again, “Do I want to lay back down in that bed with you? Yes! Do I want to do all those wicked sinful things to your body that you crave? Yes! Fuck you senseless and hear you scream my name? Hell yes! But love you? Nope can't say that I do.” He brought his hand up and ran it through the tangle of hair that had fallen in his face giving him a boyishly handsome look. He arched an eyebrow at Vincent and ran his fingers down his own chest and moaned the look went from innocent to seductive in a flash. Reno made the quick decision that he would tell Vincent that Sephiroth Jenova was dead, he wanted more then just a few nights with the ebony haired beauty that stood before him.

What he wanted was to spend a week or so in bed with Vincent fucking him until the pale skinned beauty either couldn't walk or begged him to finally stop. Turning serious for one of the few times in his life he said to Vincent, “What I'm about to tell you very few people know and I'd prefer to keep it that way. He's dead.”

“What?” Vincent asked.

“He's dead. I blew his fucking head off when he tried to rape a mutual friend of ours.” Reno replied honestly.

Vincent paled he knew instinctively that it was Squall that Sephiroth had tried to rape. Having lived through the horrific experience himself he was glad that someone had been there to keep it from happening to Squall.

“I can see from your expression that you know who he is. If you don't believe me you can call him and ask him yourself.” Reno offered.

“I thought that he was your boss?” Vincent said, not entirely trusting Reno.

“No he was an associate of my employer. And that's all I'm saying on that matter.” Reno replied. Then ordered his raging body to get control of its libido or it was going to wind up blowing this case.

Reno smiled at Vincent again and asked mischievously, “So is question and answer time over? Can we go back to bed now? Or do you still want me to leave?”

Vincent had an unerring knack of knowing when people were lying to him, that's what made him one of the best attorneys on the West Coast. He knew that Reno was being honest with him up to a point and god help him he wanted to have the redheads hard length inside him again. He growled out huskily, “It all depends on what you have in mind?”

Reno ran his tongue over his lips and purred, “What I have in mind is laying you back down on that bed and giving you a tongue lashing for waking me up so rudely.”

Vincent threw his head back exposing the slender column of his white neck and moaned, “What else?”

Reno stepped forward and grasped Vincent's hips and rubbed his erection against the pale sculpted abs of the man in front of him. Licking up to Vincent's ear he bite the earlobe and continued his verbal seduction, “Then I thought I'd fuck you until you screamed yourself hoarse.”

Vincent bucked his hips against Reno's and cried out, “Then what?”

“What else do you want me to do Vincent?” Reno voice's was sultry as he bit him on the neck.

Vincent cried out as Reno bit him and drew the pale flesh into his mouth sucking hard, he screamed, “Anything you want to.”

Reno released his lip hold and licked across the hickey that now stood out like a neon beacon on Vincent's smooth neck, “Anything?”

Vincent grabbed Reno around the waist and spinning around quickly dumped him back in the middle of the bed they had so recently occupied. Kneeling between the long legs of his fuck buddy his brown eyes had grown black with licentious hunger he gazed at the ivory pillar of flesh that jutted out of a sea of crimson curls and growled, “Within reason.”