Blahty blah... These characters aren't mine, they belong to Squaresoft. They just showed up at my doorstep one day and were begging for a place to stay. Who could turn away these cuties? Remember though, this is borderline dark lemon, so tread carefully. This means there are some dudes gett'n it on with other dudes. Not of proper age? Don't look. Not interested? What the hell are you doing here in the first place?
imsoparanoid@over-the-rainbow.com
Vincent glared venomently at Rufus.
“You’re that new Shinra bastard, aren’t you?”
“No. I knew my mother,” he said snidely.
The blonde brushed the hair back from his eyes.
“Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway. I mean, no one’s here but you and I.”
“I should kill you now and save everything and everyone a world of trouble.”
“Then you’d be all alone.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Yeah? But now that you’ve re-awakened, and after so many years, do you want to be alone again? Just you-your own thoughts, your own face, your own sorrows, your own . . . desires.”
“What do you know of sorrow? Of desire? You’ve never had a day of want in your life, you spoiled brat! You child! I can see it in your eyes; son of the richest man in the universe! What could you possibly know of want or sorrow?!”
“Plenty. You think it was easy to grow up like that? Do you think I was allowed to play with the other children? I was alone, my only company the guards or my father’s assistants!”
“Small, compared to what I’ve been through.”
“Now who’s being a bastard?”
“I don’t own anything more to you.”
Rufus smiled and shook his head.
“No, I guess you don’t.”
He wandered more, running his fingers along a crate. He leaned on it.
“So, what do we do now? We’re trapped down here.”
“How astute. You’re naturally blonde, aren’t you?”
“I-“
The top of the crate gave way; the brittle wood finally gave under his weight. Rufus fell straight down into the crate with a surprised cry. Vincent hid a smile.
“That was smooth.”
“I-I think I’m hurt . . .”
“Don’t be pathetic. What, did you get a splinter? A scratch? Don’t make me laugh . . .”
Rufus stood up slowly and turned. Crimson streaked down his face and dripped on his collar. He pulled a large shard of wood out of his wrist with a wince. Blood flowed freely onto his white cuff. Vincent stared spellbound at the large droplets of blood streaking down his body.
“Oh! Oh, god dammit! My shirt!”
Rufus quickly pulled it off and studied the bloodstains on the shirt.
“That’ll never come out! Oh, my shirt!”
Vincent snorted.
“You’re more concerned about your shirt that your injuries.”
“Well, help me! I don’t have anything to stop the bleeding!”
Vincent grabbed the shirt and ripped it into strips. Rufus gasped.
“My shirt!”
“Shut it. You’re lucky I’m helping you at all.”
Vincent kneeled down and motioned to him.
“Sit.”
He sat against the wall and watched as Vincent wrapped his wrist. Blood clung to his fingertips by the time he was done. Vincent stared down at his bloody fingers as he felt the thirst rise in his throat. His body shuddered as he thought about the taste of blood in his mouth. He licked his fingers clean. Rufus stared.
“What are you doing?”
Vincent stopped and looked up.
"Er . . . I . . .”
Rufus got closer to him.
“What are you?”
“I-I don’t know . . . I really don’t know.”
“Your eyes are red and your skin is so white . . .”
“I told you, I don’t know!”
“Do you have fangs? I mean, can you really bite? Can you drink blood?”
“ . . . . . . . . . .”
Rufus ran a finger over his forehead to collect the blood. He held it up in front of his face. Vincent closed his eyes and turned his head away.
“Don’t you want it? You did before.”
Vincent opened his eyes and his pupils dilated as the sent of blood filled his senses. It glistened off Rufus’ fingers in the dim light as he pushed them past Vincent’s lips and into his mouth. He let out a groan of pleasure as the rich, hot taste of blood spread over his tongue. As Rufus withdrew his fingers, Vincent scooted away from him. His eyes burned angrily through the dark.
“What are you trying to do to me? What do you want?!”
Rufus crawled towards him on all four’s.
“What do I want? Let me tell you something; I’ve been with so many different types of people. Men, women, old, young . . . But I’ve never been with someone like you. I mean, I’ve heard of your kind, but I’ve never found one. I always wanted to feel the bite for myself. I’ve had people hurt me, but I heard it doesn’t compare to the bite. The bite is supposed to be immensely pleasurable, and I want it.”
“But I’m not like you! I’m not interested in men! I’m not interested in you!”
“So? I know you like the taste of my blood at least. Don’t you want more? How long has it been since you last drank, Vincent? Days? Months? Years? Come on, Vincent.”
“No! Never! Not with you! Not with anyone! I won’t share the blood bond with you!”
Rufus got closer.
“Blood bond? Is that what you call it? I want it.”
“You can’t have it!”
“I get whatever I want!”
Rufus’ pale chest had formed a thin sheen of sweat; partially because of arousal, but also because of his head wound. He swayed slightly and sat back on his legs.
“ . . . What’s with you?”
Rufus shook his head.
“Must be a concussion or something.”
Vincent looked at him a moment and (grudgingly) crawled over to the remains of the white shirt.
“Hold still, you horny bastard,” he said, sighing.
Vincent wiped the wound clean and dug in his pocket for his “cure” materia. He cast a low spell over Rufus, who perked up after a moment.
“Thanks,” Rufus said, smiling.
Vincent shrugged.
“Whatever . . .”
“But now I have no way to tempt you.”
“Would you drop it? Christ.”
Rufus made a low purr.
“You don’t seem to understand, Vincent. I always get what I want. You’d be much happier giving in now than suffering.”
“Will you stop?! I’m not going to bite you, and I’m sure as hell not going to have sex with you! I’m just not!”
“You will.”
“No, I won’t!”
“Yes.”
Rufus pulled out a small pocketknife and extended it. Vincent glared at him and snorted.
“Do as you like, I’m not afraid of that little thing.”
Rufus gave Vincent a knowing look, then pushed the tip of his knife into his own shoulder. He stared straight into Vincent’s eyes as he drug the knife through his skin, making a two-inch cut across his shoulder. Rufus watched as Vincent’s pupils dilated again at sight of blood. A small riverlet of blood crawled along his bicep, which Rufus pulled across his arm and onto his chest. He offered his hand to Vincent when he was done.
“N-no! I won’t!’
“You will.”
He pressed his bloody hand against Vincent’s clamped mouth. Everything screamed to Vincent to open his mouth; take in the blood. Rufus watched and waited patiently as the inner conflict raged within him. Vincent tossed his head violently from side to side, trying to pull away. Rufus had a firm hold of his flesh arm, and, although he seemed frail, Rufus was exceedingly strong. Vincent desperately tried to free his thoughts and actions, but then he soon realized the hand was gone. He stopped tossing his head and looked at Rufus, whose lips were now cover with blood.
“Now will you take it?”
Before Vincent could protest, Rufus locked his arms around his neck and kissed his passionately. He tried to clamp his mouth closed again, but Rufus forced his tongue into the other man’s mouth. When Vincent tasted the blood on the lips and tongue of Rufus, his body completely stopped obeying him. He sucked on his lips until he got all the blood he could off them.
“More . . .”
Rufus guided Vincent’s head towards his bloody chest, where he began to lick the blood away. Rufus smiled as he felt the quick tongue and lips lock around his soft pink nipple and draw hard. He tried his best to stifle the moan that came out of his throat, but it came anyway. Vincent faltered for a moment, nearly regaining his senses, but before he could, Rufus guided him to the small cut on his shoulder. Vincent letched on to it, drawing small drafts of blood. Rufus let out a soft moan and leaned against the wall. The sweet, throbbing pain in his shoulder assured him that the real bite would be as wonderful as he expected.
“Oh . . . Don’t stop . . . Please . . . It feels wonderful!”
Vincent drew harder on the wound, but it was beginning to close up. He drew harder still on it, determined to get more. Meanwhile, Rufus was stroking the hard chest in front of him, teasing the nipples with his nails and working the buckles that held the red leather cloak with the other hand. The throat piece slipped always finally, revealing a pale white throat that begged to be sucked on. Rufus moved to the second set of buckles, releasing the entire cloak. Still stroking Vincent’s chest, Rufus ran his free hand over his back, looking for a way to remove the black body suit. Vincent shivered from the sensation of fingers running over his back.
“There’s a zipper down my back.”
Rufus searched a bit more until he found the said zipper and traced it slowly up and down Vincent’s spine. Upon finding the tab, Rufus pulled it down; allowing Vincent’s pale while back to become exposed. He pulled the shoulders of the top off, then continued to pull the sleeves. He struggled to get it over Vincent’s metal arm and claw, but soon managed. Rufus stared at the beautiful, flawless white chest in front of him. The muscles were lean, but well sculpted and the pale nipples were hard from arousal. Vincent had stopped drawing on the wound and was content to lick at it, hoping that some blood would yet be coaxed out. Rufus pulled his face up to his own and kissed him again. He could still taste the blood on Vincent’s tongue. Rufus eyed the pale throat again and trailed his kisses down to the pulsing veins. Rufus drug his tongue over those veins then began to gently nip at the throat. His lips locked onto the small indent where the neck met the shoulder and he licked and sucked happily. Vincent let out a throaty moan and held perfectly still while Rufus continued his assault. While doing this, Rufus began to work the bodysuit off the rest of the way. He got to the point where the knee-high boots met the suit and struggled. He lost his concentration on Vincent’s neck, who soon realized the struggle. He guided Rufus’ hands to a zipper on each of his thighs, which ran from hip to knee. Rufus sighed happily and unzipped him; relieved to be able to get the thing off. He then sat back and admired the rest of Vincent’s body. The stomach and hips were lean and toned like his upper body, as well as his thighs. Rufus smiled at the modest way Vincent sat; his one leg bent up to hide his erection and the other crossed underneath. He gently pushed Vincent’s knee to one side as he worked his hand down.
“Come on, now. Don’t be shy. Let’s have a look.”
Vincent blushed slightly, but complied. Rufus sat between his legs and smiled.
“Oh, Vincent, you’ve got nothing to be shy about. In fact, your cock looks delicious. I want a taste.”
“N-no . . . I don’t-“
Rufus was already on his stomach, lips wrapped around the thick head. Vincent made a soft cry as he felt the warmth and wetness envelop him. Rufus’ tongue made fiery circles around the head while his hand slowly pumped the length of the shaft. Little by little, Rufus worked the entire thing down his throat and began to suck. Vincent’s hips quivered slightly as the sensation heightened. He put his hands on the back of Rufus’ head and watched as the blonde head moved up and down along his throbbing erection. Vincent let his head loll back as he was slowly brought to a state of sexual euphoria. Rufus concentrated deeply on working Vincent’s cock with his tongue and lips. He knew that it needed to be good and wet for what he wanted next. Then, as slowly as he had begun, he worked the cock out of this throat. Vincent whined as the stimulation stopped and looked at Rufus with sex blurred eyes.
“Why did you stop? I want more.”
Rufus petted the soft black hair.
“Not to worry, you pretty thing. You’ll like this better.”
“What are you going to do?”
Rufus took his shoes and socks off, then stood up and let his pants fall down. He stepped out of them, then sat back down with his legs on either side of Vincent’s torso. His own quivering cock stood straight against his stomach as he took a minute to stroke himself. His hand worked his own cock harder than he had done to Vincent, pulling and roughly stroking it. Rufus moaned loudly as he took his free hand into his mouth and sucked on his two middle fingers. Vincent watched, not sure if he should look away, as Rufus slide his fingers across his own opening.
“Don’t look away, Vincent. Watch me,” he said between pants.
Vincent nodded and watched as Rufus slid his middle finger deep in himself. He moaned again, sounding a little desperate this time. He slid his ring finger in next and thrust hard. Rufus bit his bottom lip as he continued to jerk himself off harder and harder. Vincent began to grow impatient without receiving any pleasure for a while. He suddenly grabbed the hand that was pumping in and out of Rufus’ opening and pushed it aside.
“If you like it so much with your fingers in your ass, maybe my tool would be even better!”
“Oh, yes, fuck me!”
Vincent easily slid into the already stretched and relaxed opening. Rufus gasped and thrust against it. Vincent made a soft hiss as he started to pump in and out.
“Harder! Fuck me harder! That’s it! Ah! Yes! Harder!”
Vincent gritted his teeth and slammed into Rufus. He was up against the wall, which provided plenty of stability for Vincent’s strength. Rufus’ mouth was open and panting as he moaned more.
“Hey, boss, that you down there?”
Vincent and Rufus both froze. They looked towards the top of the stairs.
“Reno!”
“Uh, yeah . . . Uh, boss, what are you doing down there?”
Silence.
“Boss?”
They heard the sound of heavy steps towards them as Reno walked up. When he saw them, he smiled and took a seat on one of the crates.
“We’ve been looking for you, boss.”
“Yeah, well, kinda in the middle of something here, Reno. Come back and ‘find’ me in about an hour or two.”
“I think I’ll stay. Hey, ain’t you one of those guys we’re supposed to get rid of?”
“Relax, Reno. We got trapped down here together and I started in on him.”
“Yeah? Well, that’s fine, but you could’ve gotten me first. I mean, I enjoy a good fuck as much as the next. ‘Specially when it’s your ass, boss.”
Vincent looked confused and embarrassed.
“Wait a damn minute here. What’s going on?”
Reno smiled.
“Hey, come on, buddy, you don’t mind sharing, do you? Besides, you’re in my spot anyway. I’ll be nice and let you keep it.”
He started to take off his jacket and shirt, exposing battle-worn skin covered with scars. Rufus still lay against the wall, and beckoned for Reno to come closer.
“Let me suck your dick for a while, Reno, then you can switch with Vincent.”
“Mmm, yeah. You’re always a good bitch, boss.”
Rufus stroked Reno’s flaccid dick, coaxing it hard.
“Ohhh . . . Come on, Reno. I wanna suck you, but I can’t until you’re all nice and hard.”
Reno smiled down at him.
“Why don’t you two continue on with what you were doing and I’ll watch. That’ll get me hard fast.”
Vincent was slowly coming to his senses, but he also realized that he had no possible chance to get away with both of them here. However, he was not inclined what so ever to perform for this brash Turk’s amusement!
“No way am I going to ‘perform’ for you! I don’t even want you here at all, but I’m NOT going to let you just watch me!”
Reno smiled dangerously and looked at Rufus.
“Hey, Rufus, how ‘bout I hold this guy down and you can fuck him? I don’t think he wants to cooperate.”
Rufus sighed and wiggled against Vincent.
“Come on now, Vincent. Do you really want that to happen? I was really so enjoying you on top. Besides, you don’t want Reno on top of you later. He’s far to rough for a first timer. Why don’t you just do like he says and start fucking me again? I think we’d both benefit.”
Vincent looked at Reno, who ran his hand over his crotch.
“Hey, either way, I’m gett’n some. It doesn’t matter to me.”
Rufus gently thrust his hips and rear against Vincent, who was still inside him.
“Come on, lovely creature. You’ll forget he’s even there.”
Vincent closed his eyes and leaned back over Rufus. He felt his delicate fingers swipe over his chest and pinch the nipples. Vincent moaned softly.
“A little harder,” he whispered.
Rufus smiled and put his mouth up to the pale nipple and sucked. Vincent shuddered and let out a surprised “oh” as the tongue flicked out and around. There was sudden pain that made Vincent cry out, though the cry was a mix of pain and pleasure. Pleased, Rufus bit down again on the cool skin, getting another cry from Vincent. He felt the chest heaving against his face and looked up at Vincent to see how he was doing. Vincent, noticing the glance, grabbed Rufus’ face and kissed him.
“I’m ready. Please, I’m ready.”
Rufus smiled and nodded, putting one arm down to brace himself and the other around Vincent’s neck. They both moaned softly as Vincent began to move again, starting slowly. His first thrusts were shallow and soft, slowly building up the pace. Rufus’ thighs were wrapped around his middle tightly, his body desperate for the passion.
“Please, Vincent. Harder . . . You know I like it hard. Come on. Please . . .”
Vincent tipped his head back as felt his carnal desires raging again. He pushed harder into Rufus, watching the pink, quivering lips and the tightly closed eyes. Rufus squirmed under him, trying to adjust his position.
“Try to get deeper. You’re almost there! Just a little more!”
Vincent had no idea what Rufus was talking about, but decided to try it anyway. He shoved his dick hard and deep while Rufus fidgeted.
“Just a little more! Come on!”
Vincent thrust again, harder this time. He was amazed at the results as he watched Rufus’ eyes open wide and heard a sudden, loud cry come from his mouth. He thought for a moment that maybe he had hurt Rufus, but realized it was a pleasured cry that came from his mouth.
That’s it!”
Fingernails dug deep into Vincent’s neck as hips pistoned together in a violent rhythm. Rufus was slamming against him just as hard as he was pumping in and out. Gasping cries mingled with soft moans as the two came closer and closer to climax until Reno stepped up, putting his hand on the back of Rufus’ head. Vincent was startled for a moment; he HAD forgotten that Reno was indeed watching them. The once limp piece was inches from Vincent’s face, now at its full size. Rufus was still panting as he stroked it a few times before putting it in his mouth. Reno smiled ruefully as he watched inch by inch disappear down Rufus’ desperate throat. A hand that pulled on his hair lightly told Vincent that it was time he started up again.
“Oh, that’s it. Make him moan; it feels so good when he moans.”
Vincent pressed hard into Rufus, but bracing himself properly for deep penetration was impossible. Reno’s piece was too close to his face to allow him to move forward without touching it. Reno’s solution was simple, however. He pressed Vincent’s head forward until his erection rubbed against his cheek, with Rufus passionately licking the base. Vincent sneered at the feel of it on his face. While he may not like Rufus, he was a lot less offensive than Reno. Doing his best to make do, Vincent positioned for a full on assault on Rufus. He was soon to find out, however, that with each thrust forward, the head of Reno’s dick rubbed against his lips, agitating Vincent to no end. He did his best to avoid it, but as he continued to feel more passionate, he would pant and then find the obnoxious thing nearly in his mouth. Rufus had momentarily given up on oral sex and was content to jack Reno off while kissing and licking Vincent’s throat. While the sensation would have been very pleasurable normally, Vincent could only concentrate on keeping Reno out of his mouth. He soon grew so agitated that he stopped all together and shouted at Reno.
“Get that damn thing out of my face! I can’t stand it!”
Reno looked shocked for a moment, then chuckled.
“Hey, come on now. I’m not that gross! Why don’t you give it a taste and see how you like it? Rufus likes it just fine, but then again, he’s so slutty compared to you.”
Reno kneeled down and grabbed Rufus’ chin in his hand.
“You really are a slut, you know. You’ll let anyone fuck you, so long as they know how to treat you rough. You like a little bit of pain, huh?”
Reno twisted one of Rufus’ nipples hard, making him cry and gasp. Vincent cringed at the pained sound, shuddering at the harsh treatment. Whimpering softly, Rufus clung to Vincent, almost seeming like he was seeking protection from Reno. Vincent looked at him.
“What’s wrong?”
Rufus bit back a sob.
“Reno’s mad; mad at me. When he’s mad at me he hurts me!”
Red eyes gleamed through black lashes as he glared at Reno.
“You hurt him?”
Reno snorted.
“Aw, he likes it. Besides, he deserves it. I mean, screwing with some other guy when he knows he’s mine. What does he expect? He knows he belongs to me.”
“You’re horrible!”
“Maybe, but what do you care? I mean, you hate both of us, right?”
“He’s a product of his up bringing. You, you’re just plain cruel.”
Reno shrugged.
“Point is, you’re fucking my bitch, and I’ve been nice enough to let you continue so far. I might not let you finish if you keep it up.”
Vincent sneered at him and unconsciously drew Rufus closer.
“Vincent, don’t worry about me. I mean, you shouldn’t; we’re enemies,” Rufus said, looking deep into red molten eyes.
Vincent understood this, but at the same time, he felt almost protective over the handsome blonde pinned under him. He could still see the child inside; innocent and impressionable. The reason he was with Reno was only because he had felt so lonely during his tender years, and that loneliness carried itself into his adulthood. He was so desperate to feel loved that he fell into the arms of this scum, only to be used and abused. Rufus was still so young too. He couldn’t have been over 21. Vincent hugged him tightly, kissing the soft neck.
“No matter what, Vincent, I want you to know that I would give anything to be with you. I would give anything to be your lover and partner. But we come from very different worlds, you and I. If I survive this war, I’ll find you, but if I don’t come, don’t try to find me. I promise myself to you, Vincent. I’m yours, from forever on.”
Vincent was startled by these tender, heartfelt words. Never had anyone spoken to him like that, not even Lucritia. The blonde’s heart wrenching confession nearly brought tears to the eyes that had been so long free from them. Feeling came where none had been for a long time. He nuzzled deeper into the soft neck and spoke, barely audible.
“Then I share it with you. I bind us together.”
Before Rufus could question what he meant, Vincent sunk his fangs deep into a pulsing vein. Rufus gasped, then let out a long, keening cry. Reno watched, speechless for once, as the two bodies pressed together, sharing one life essence. Blood flowed down Rufus’ neck and the corners of Vincent’s mouth. Sharp teeth bit into Vincent’s wrist suddenly, ripping the flesh rather then piercing it. Rufus drew sharply on the open wound, wanting to claim a piece of Vincent for himself. The two shuddered against each other as they continued to draw, but Vincent pulled his mouth and wrist back. Rufus made some desperate noise as the exchange stopped, grabbing again for Vincent’s wrist. Vincent held him back steadily, looking into the big blue orbs.
“Rufus, you’ve got to stop. I don’t want to bring you over. I can see the transformation in you starting; if you take anymore, you’ll be turned.”
Rufus nodded sadly and kissed the bloody lips. He wanted more then anything for this moment to last, but Reno’s deep, gravely voice broke in.
“Fuck him, Vincent. If you’re going to claim him, do it completely.”
Rufus was startled by the breathless sound of Reno’s voice and he looked up over Vincent’s shoulder at him. Reno’s eyes were clouded with desire as took in every inch of the scene in front of him. He watched Rufus’ face as Vincent slowly set him onto his lap, then lowered the blonde onto his erection. He watched as the blue eyes were shut tight at first, tears springing up at the corners, then, as he grew adjusted, the lusty expression that covered his face. He watched as Vincent rhythmically raised and lowered Rufus in his lap; one soft hand on one hip, and one cruel metal claw on the other. Rufus’ legs were wrapped tightly around Vincent’s middle, squeezing hard; afraid to let go. Rufus was pleading with Vincent not to stop, but there was no chance of that. As Reno watched, there was nothing he desired more than to be part of the erotic scene before him. Not inside Vincent, but not being penetrated either. He wanted more than anything to bury himself deep in Rufus, along with Vincent. He moved slowly behind Rufus, taking a moment to stare at the sight of the perfectly formed bottom being stretched by Vincent’s pulsing member. He stroked the soft skin of Rufus’ back harder and harder until he was pushing the young blonde up against Vincent’s body with each thrust. Reno could see the tight ring of flesh being stretched, but he knew it could stretch farther. He slid his middle finger alongside Vincent’s dick. Rufus gasped in pain as he was forced open further, but never once told either of them to stop. Reno smiled and forced another finger in, listening to the sobbing moans coming from Rufus.
“Are you alright?” Vincent asked.
Rufus nodded and gripped Vincent’s shoulders tightly. His body was starting to shudder as Reno scissored his fingers along side of Vincent. Rufus’ grasp tightened on Vincent, as if he was hanging on for life itself. Vincent was beginning to feel concerned as he watched Rufus’ complexion pale and heard his breathing becoming ragged. Rufus could feel Reno moving closer to him, preparing to enter him. The pain was bad enough now and it would only worsen when he truly penetrated him.
“Please don’t . . . Please. I can’t take the pain.”
Vincent stared at him.
“What? What are you talking about? Do you want me to stop? Rufus?”
Reno hissed.
“Just never mind! Keep going. He’ll be fine!”
Before Vincent could question further, Rufus’ pained scream filled the room. Tears ripped down his cheeks as broken sobs followed the initial scream. Vincent was at a loss, not knowing what exactly was wrong, until he realized that there was something rubbing against him inside of Rufus. He heard Reno’s cruel laugh, followed by a harsh groan, and then the rubbing sensation again. It finally dawned on him that Reno had entered Rufus too, stretching him open too far. Vincent instantly felt heartbroken at the sight of the paling face and the tears streaming down it.
“Oh Lord. Hold on, let me ease the pain a little.”
Vincent prepared to pull out, when Rufus’ blue eyes focused on him, stopping him dead.
“No, please . . . I don’t want you to go. Don’t leave me! Don’t! I want you to stay! Don’t leave me to him. He’s the one I want to leave, not you! Never you! Please, just keep going!”
Vincent understood what he had meant. For whatever reason, Rufus cared for him, and this was quite possibly the last time they would ever see each other. Sadly, Vincent nodded, and buried his face into the soft neck. Rufus nodded and tried to block out everything but Vincent. Gently, he pushed his hips down onto him, gritting his teeth to keep from screaming. Vincent, very gently, began to thrust slowly into Rufus. He could feel the pressure and the sheer animal violence coming from Reno, who was thrusting hard and fast into the tightly stretched young man. Each one of his trusts threw Rufus forward, forcing Vincent to push back. Rufus arched his back as the pain very slowly died into pleasure. He panted heavily, praying for the pleasure to come full force and take over his body, push out all thought. He quivered as he felt the two inside him nearly reaching the spot deep inside that drove him wild.
“Oh, come on! Just a little deeper! Please, just a little bit! Ah!”
Reno smiled and pushed Rufus up, repositioning himself for deeper penetration. As he let him slide back down, the position allowed for deep enough penetration that Reno reached the spot, making Rufus cry out, then moan uncontrollably. Pleased, he continued, increasing his pace. Rufus grabbed a handful of Vincent’s hair, pulling it lightly.
“You too . . . Please . . . Get deeper. I want to feel both of you at once!”
Vincent complied, relieved that the blonde was no longer in extreme pain, and eager to have a release soon. He pushed up harder into Rufus, making him beg for more.
“That’s it. Oh, Vincent, don’t stop . . .”
Trying to keep control of himself, Vincent decided to reign in his desires and only push it a bit further. Reno was creating a lot of friction inside of the tight ring of muscle, which was nearly enough to send Vincent crashing over a cliff of ecstasy. He watched as Reno’s hand encircled Rufus, reaching around to the front to give a bit of attention to the neglected organ. Rufus bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out loud as the red head started to pump vigorously on his throbbing erection. Pre-cum oozed out onto Reno’s hand, which he used as a lubricant, easing the friction of his rough hand on Rufus’ thin skin.
“Come on . . . Come on, sweetheart, I wanna feel you cum. I know you like it. Come on!” Reno hissed out.
He bit into Rufus’ shoulder, extracting a surprised cry from him. His fingers clenched Vincent’s shoulder again, but when he looked into the blue eyes, he saw an expression of pure lust. Enthralled, Vincent thrust deeper still, finally reaching the fantastic place deep inside of Rufus’ body. Spine arched, mouth open, Rufus was silent for a moment, then let out a long gasping moan. His body started to shudder violently as he felt his climax coming swiftly. Vincent noticed the change, and stroked the pale heaving chest in front of him, stopping to play with a flushed, pink nipple. Rufus closed his eyes and focused on the pure pleasure. Reno smiled as he felt the tight, muscular body finally end its fight against him. He stroked the back that was slick with sweat and placed a hand on each side of the trembling rear in his lap.
“Are you going to cum for me? Come on, just a little more, and you can finally have a release! It feels so good, doesn’t it? Having two dicks buried deep in your tight little ass?”
“It hurts… But I… I want more!”
Reno smiled and used his hands to push and pull Rufus with each thrust. Seeing that Reno had removed total stimulation from Rufus’ insistent erection, Vincent used a free hand to begin massaging it again. Rufus, thankful for the favor, kissed Vincent open-mouthed, slipping his tongue deep inside. He then clung tightly to Vincent, suddenly realizing how close he was to orgasming, and how desperate he was for release.
“V-Vincent… I think I’m going to cum… Please, don’t stop! Oh, God, keep going! Keep going! Ohh, God… Ah… Ahh! Ahhh! Just a little more! Ahhhh!”
Reno smiled as he listened to the impassioned voice of Rufus. He felt a bit betrayed, not being the one bringing him into his orgasm, but he rarely had the opportunity to watch from this vantage point, and decided that it might be interesting just to watch for once. He watched as the back arched forward again, and the shoulders shuddered. He listened as the ragged breathing turned into gasps for air, then finally moans. He leaned his head over Rufus’ shoulder to watch his face. His eyes were shut tight, with tears springing up in the corners, and his bright pink lips were parted, gasping for air and pulling up now and then, turning into a snarl. He watched as Vincent’s hand stroked away, pushing Rufus into a final shuddering and crying release, splattering thick strands of fluid onto Vincent’s chest and stomach. The milky juices trickled down like water, covering the base of Vincent’s embedded erection, and adding lubrication. Rufus’ body went limp slightly in their arms, passion spent, as he rode out the last bit of his orgasm. The scene before him was erotic enough to send Reno into his own climax too. He growled as his own seed pumped into Rufus’ tight rear. Vincent felt a hot, fluid sensation rush over his own erection. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he gasped when the sensation finally surrounded him. It felt so wonderful, that it was his time to climax finally, and as his head tipped back, he cried out, and let torrent after torrent flow out of him and into Rufus. With so much spent passion filling him, Rufus could feel it beginning to drip out of him and onto the thighs of the two, who were still buried in him. Reno was the first to pull out, though he was smiling when he did it. Vincent and Rufus still lay together, clinging to each other. Reno got up and stretched, working out some of the kinks in his tight muscles. He walked back over to the two clinging to each other and pulled Rufus up to his feet.
“Come on, get up.”
Rufus’ legs gave out as he tried to stand up. Reno just smiled and smacked his rear harshly. Rufus yelped, but stood up. His eyes pleaded with Vincent, but there was nothing he could do. Slowly, Vincent stood up, and walked over to Reno.
“Don’t treat him like that.”
Reno snorted.
“Like you could do anything about it. Why don’t you run along, now that you’re done? I’m sure your friends would have a few questions if they found you here, alone with the both of us.”
Vincent glared at him, but realized that he had a point. Quickly, he dressed himself, and stood in front of the two. Rufus reached out to him and pressed his still naked body against the smooth black bodysuit.
“I’m sorry. I have to go.”
Rufus sniffled.
“I know. But… I’ll never see you again! I just know it!”
Vincent buried his face into the blonde’s hair, but didn’t say anything. He felt it too, but he didn’t want to admit it. He saw Reno out of the corner of his eye, who was looking more than agitated. Vincent pushed Rufus away finally, looking into his eyes for one last time.
“I have to go now.”
“I know.”
“…Goodbye.”
Vincent disappeared swiftly up the stairs, and out the door. Reno steeped behind Rufus, and put a possessive hand on his shoulder.
“You would chose him over me.”
“Yes, I would,” Rufus said, not even bothering to look at him.
“But he can’t stay with you.”
Rufus looked at his coldly.
“I would rather someone love me once and be gone, then have someone like you with me forever.”
“I know.”
Rufus shook his head.
“No, you don’t, otherwise you would treat me like he did. You don’t care about me. You just want to use me.”
“That’s not true. I know I’m not the best, but I’ve always taken care of you. No matter what, I’ve been there for you.”
“All you’ve ever done is take advantage of me.”
“I showed you what it was to be loved when you had never felt love before.”
“Your perception of love is twisted, like you.”
“Maybe so, but I’m the only one you’ve got now.”
Rufus nodded.
“I know. Give me my clothes; I want to go back upstairs.”
Reno picked up the pants and handed them to him, then found the torn shirt. He was about to throw it aside when Rufus stopped him.
“Don’t. I want to keep that.”
“What? Why?”
“To remember.”