Dance of Dreams--Reno/Kerri--#03
Title: Dance of Dreams
Author/Artist: firewolfs_fics (my fic journal)
Pairing: Reno/Kerri
Fandom: Final Fantasy
Theme: #03. Dance of Blades
W.C.: 810
Disclaimer: SquareEnix owns all recognizable characters. Kerri is an OFC.
Warnings: Violence, reference to rape, angst, sexual situations, language, fluff
The bigger boy laughed at Reno. "C'mon, Red. You're too little to fight me, so put the knife down." The rest of them watched impassively. Though being in a gang afforded protection out on the streets, within their ranks you fought your own battles. Those who couldn't were afforded scant sympathy.
The bigger boy advanced on him. Reno didn't back away, but raised the knife higher in a threat that didn't scare the other one in the least. “We all know that I'm getting a piece of that ass, Red,” he said, grinning, showing teeth that had already begun to rot.
Sodomy was common in the gangs, and Reno had no negative opinion of those who enjoyed it. He himself, however, had no interest in it. At twelve, he had already became interested in girls. Even if he had liked guys, it wouldn't be this fat, ugly asshole, with his rotten teeth and stinking breath.
The older boy suddenly rushed him. He was heavy, clumsy, and Reno sidestepped neatly, easily avoiding him. Stumbling to a stop, he glared back at the slim redhead and snarled, “That cute little ass is mine, kid.”
“Come get it, then, fucker,” Reno answered. The other boy rushed him again, and Reno avoided him as he had before, but this time he brought his left hand down, plunging his knife directly into the boy's groin. He fell to the floor, clutching at his crotch and rolling from side to side, screaming.
Reno stared at him in amazement, hardly able to believe he'd goten the best of it. Though he wouldn't have given in without a fight, in his mind he had halfway accepted that no matter how hard he fought, he was going to be reaped. Now he stood there, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that it wasn't going to happen.
There was a sudden loud report, and Reno's downed opponent jerked once and was still, his screams silenced. Blood began to pool around his head.
Reno heard laughter behind him, and turned to see the gang leader standing there, holding a pistol. “Pretty fucking impressive, Red.”
Reno just stared at him. The leader clapped him on the shoulder, looked around at the rest of the gang and announced, “The kid's got guts. Anyone else tries fucking with him gets the same thing Spicer here got.”
Reno looked up at him, confused when the leader's features began changing. He grew taller, his skin darkened. Shades appeared on his face. Reno closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Rude was standing in front of him. He was holding a woman in his arms, naked except for Rude's jacket wrapped around her upper body, naked and battered, with blood on the backs of her thighs. “Kerri!” he cried out, and shoved the man he was now holding at knifepoint to the floor.
Rude silently handed Kerri into Reno's arms, and the redhead sank to his knees, cradling her to his chest. His heart felt as if it would burst with the agony of seeing her like this, beaten, bloody...but perhaps not violated. The blood on her legs could be from something else, couldn't it?
“Kerri,” he said, “your Reno's here.”
She opened her eyes as much as the swelling would allow. Even in her pain, she tried to smile at him, and reached up to touch his face. Her words made it plain that what he feared had happened. “I didn't scream,” she whispered. “He couldn't make me scream. Only for you.”
***
“NO!” he yelled, bolting upright in bed, panting as harshly as he had when the events in his nightmare had taken place.
“Reno?” Kerri said, her voice thick with sleep. “It's okay.” She sat up and put an arm around his shoulders. He turned, wrapped his own arms around her waist and pressed his face into the soft comfort of her neck. “That dream again?” she asked, stroking his hair.
“Yeah,” he whispered. She had been the one who had been raped, not him. Why? He surely deserved it more. He thought he should feel like a pussy, seeking comfort from her when she had been the one who had been violated, but somehow she never made him feel weak.
Kerri pulled him back down to lay beside her, whispering to him, driving the pain and anguish of the nightmare away, which was good. Sometime later they made love there in the dark, which was better. Amazing, in fact, the way it had always been with his Kerri. But best of all were the words she cried out when she came, her tight walls pulsing around him, words that pushed him over the brink as well, spilling his essence deep within her. “I love you, Reno.”
Kerri always knew how to make him forget the nightmare.
Author/Artist: firewolfs_fics (my fic journal)
Pairing: Reno/Kerri
Fandom: Final Fantasy
Theme: #03. Dance of Blades
W.C.: 810
Disclaimer: SquareEnix owns all recognizable characters. Kerri is an OFC.
Warnings: Violence, reference to rape, angst, sexual situations, language, fluff
The bigger boy laughed at Reno. "C'mon, Red. You're too little to fight me, so put the knife down." The rest of them watched impassively. Though being in a gang afforded protection out on the streets, within their ranks you fought your own battles. Those who couldn't were afforded scant sympathy.
The bigger boy advanced on him. Reno didn't back away, but raised the knife higher in a threat that didn't scare the other one in the least. “We all know that I'm getting a piece of that ass, Red,” he said, grinning, showing teeth that had already begun to rot.
Sodomy was common in the gangs, and Reno had no negative opinion of those who enjoyed it. He himself, however, had no interest in it. At twelve, he had already became interested in girls. Even if he had liked guys, it wouldn't be this fat, ugly asshole, with his rotten teeth and stinking breath.
The older boy suddenly rushed him. He was heavy, clumsy, and Reno sidestepped neatly, easily avoiding him. Stumbling to a stop, he glared back at the slim redhead and snarled, “That cute little ass is mine, kid.”
“Come get it, then, fucker,” Reno answered. The other boy rushed him again, and Reno avoided him as he had before, but this time he brought his left hand down, plunging his knife directly into the boy's groin. He fell to the floor, clutching at his crotch and rolling from side to side, screaming.
Reno stared at him in amazement, hardly able to believe he'd goten the best of it. Though he wouldn't have given in without a fight, in his mind he had halfway accepted that no matter how hard he fought, he was going to be reaped. Now he stood there, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that it wasn't going to happen.
There was a sudden loud report, and Reno's downed opponent jerked once and was still, his screams silenced. Blood began to pool around his head.
Reno heard laughter behind him, and turned to see the gang leader standing there, holding a pistol. “Pretty fucking impressive, Red.”
Reno just stared at him. The leader clapped him on the shoulder, looked around at the rest of the gang and announced, “The kid's got guts. Anyone else tries fucking with him gets the same thing Spicer here got.”
Reno looked up at him, confused when the leader's features began changing. He grew taller, his skin darkened. Shades appeared on his face. Reno closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Rude was standing in front of him. He was holding a woman in his arms, naked except for Rude's jacket wrapped around her upper body, naked and battered, with blood on the backs of her thighs. “Kerri!” he cried out, and shoved the man he was now holding at knifepoint to the floor.
Rude silently handed Kerri into Reno's arms, and the redhead sank to his knees, cradling her to his chest. His heart felt as if it would burst with the agony of seeing her like this, beaten, bloody...but perhaps not violated. The blood on her legs could be from something else, couldn't it?
“Kerri,” he said, “your Reno's here.”
She opened her eyes as much as the swelling would allow. Even in her pain, she tried to smile at him, and reached up to touch his face. Her words made it plain that what he feared had happened. “I didn't scream,” she whispered. “He couldn't make me scream. Only for you.”
***
“NO!” he yelled, bolting upright in bed, panting as harshly as he had when the events in his nightmare had taken place.
“Reno?” Kerri said, her voice thick with sleep. “It's okay.” She sat up and put an arm around his shoulders. He turned, wrapped his own arms around her waist and pressed his face into the soft comfort of her neck. “That dream again?” she asked, stroking his hair.
“Yeah,” he whispered. She had been the one who had been raped, not him. Why? He surely deserved it more. He thought he should feel like a pussy, seeking comfort from her when she had been the one who had been violated, but somehow she never made him feel weak.
Kerri pulled him back down to lay beside her, whispering to him, driving the pain and anguish of the nightmare away, which was good. Sometime later they made love there in the dark, which was better. Amazing, in fact, the way it had always been with his Kerri. But best of all were the words she cried out when she came, her tight walls pulsing around him, words that pushed him over the brink as well, spilling his essence deep within her. “I love you, Reno.”
Kerri always knew how to make him forget the nightmare.