Reno stared at them for what seemed like an eternity as they whispered amongst themselves, only able to pick up randomly dropped names. Soon though, the redhead’s slight chance at slipping through the door passed him by as the other clone, the slim one with the long hair, came to stand beside his ‘brother’. The doorway itself was wide enough, and Reno was small enough he could’ve made it past that hulking mass of man and made a run for it if only his legs would do anything besides throb and protest. It was the biggest of the three clones from earlier, all cleaned up and shiny in his polished and repaired leather suit standing in that doorway. He couldn’t even voice his thoughts as realization dawned on him. Slowly this time, Reno looked up to the source of the voice. The headache that had receded to the back of his head came forward again with surprising forcefulness, and he winced at the whiplash effect of his movement. Like an answer, a metal door slid open with a loud bang, causing Reno to whip his head around. The cuffs on his wrist and a quick assessment of the room told Reno rather quickly that he sure as hell wasn’t in the infirmary, so it was natural of him to ask: Yet it wasn’t much more than what his usual missions threw at him. All in all, he figured that he wasn’t too banged up his clothes seemed to have taken more of a beating. They were free, but they hurt with that cramping sort of throb after a hard day’s work and a ten-mile jog. On his arms were those heavy metal wrist cuffs oft used for ShinRa’s prisoners – information volunteers is what you would call them if you wanted to pretty up the situation, that is. A glance down gave him all the answer he needed. Reno tried to bring his hands to his forehead and massage the pain away, but they were heavy and every single muscle seemed to complain. Right off the bat, he knew it was going to be a damn ugly purple for the next couple of days. His goggles were digging into his forehead painfully, and he could just about feel the swelling of his right eye. The redhead blinked as he sat up, head pounding. Reno’s seen Rude fall hard, but seeing the tall man take those hits piled a sympathy pain right on top of his own real pain. He and Rude had taken some pretty serious hits, and the one with the short hair had to especially pack a wallop with the way he knocked Rude right off his feet. Last he remembered he and Rude had been fighting those Sephiroth clones, regrettably getting their asses kicked up and down Midgar’s main road. When Reno awoke, his body ached all over, and he could only recall bits and pieces as to why. NC-17 for explicit threesome sex and a little implied clonecest, implied violence, very dubious consent, and a touch of voyeuristic Kadaj. I'm pretty damn proud of it, since it's the first decent thing I've written in ages. Prompted randomly by mixedoreo321 at 11PM and this picture comes my first dabble in the Final Fantasy fandom.
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