FIC: Can Barely Hide, chapter 34

TITLE: Can Barely Hide, chapter 34
PAIRING: Reno X Cloud
AUTHORS: lilymoon1 as Reno, grygon as Cloud
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 6,740

Chapter listing


Can Barely Hide
chapter 34


"No," Cloud shook his head, though he wasn't completely sure of that. Adrenaline, anger, and fear all combined into a deadly mixture as Cloud fought to control himself. He could feel the pain of change approaching and as much as he didn't want it to happen, he was torn between finding their enemy and trying to reign himself in.

He scanned the horizon where the sun threatened to blind him and caught sight of a glint near the water. It could have been a rock, or the water itself, but Cloud launched himself over the railing and ran full-tilt at the object before he even saw the camouflaged figure itself, backing into the water as another dart came whistling from it.

Cloud didn't even feel the sharp sting. Didn't slow down as the dart hit his shoulder. He tackled the figure in the water and aimed a blow where he thought he saw a shoulder and neck beneath all the muck and plants. He stood above the collapsed body, poised to strike again for a long moment. He wasn't sure what the pain in his side was, he barely felt the knife there as his bright green eyes finally left the unconscious form to scan for another assailant.

"Cloud!" Reno screamed as his husband jumped. "Damn it!"

Reno ran into the house to grab his gun and his EMR. After this he would make sure to be armed at all times. Then he bolted back through the terrace doors and raced over the sand, heedless of any danger to himself, scanning the area as rapidly as possible as he made his way towards Cloud.

Distant, furtive, movement caught his eye, and Reno sent two shots in that direction without even slowing down. He didn't know if they hit the mark but at least it provided them some temporary cover fire. Fear and anger fueled his tired body until Reno splashed through the surf to where Cloud stood over his assailant. He drug the body up onto the sand before the man could drown and punched him viciously in the stomach.

"Who sent you?! Who's behind all this, you bastard?"

The man only groaned from the excruciating pain of the injuries Cloud had dealt him then he went limp. Reno could smell the distinct odor of the extremely rapid poison used in suicide capsules over the scent of the ocean. He screamed in fury and jabbed the body with his EMR, high voltage electricity jolting it in a macabre dance until it blackened.

Shaking with adrenaline and anger, Reno turned to his husband. A chill went up his spine to see the blue eyes he so loved changed to a poisonous green. "Oh, fuck." He slowly approached Cloud, taking in the blood staining the wet robe and spreading rapidly and the dart sticking from his shoulder. When he stood directly in front of him he yanked out the dart, dropping it into his robe pocket to have it analyzed. But first he had to get Cloud back inside. They were too exposed here.

"Cloud," Reno said in a soft, gentle, unthreatening tone despite the raging emotions still making him tremble. "Can you understand me? We have to get inside."

Cloud vaguely knew he had been hit, or injured, or something. He looked at Reno and knew who he was, though a part of him still wanted a target and told him Reno was it. He took a hesitent step to the side and looked down at the dead body. There had to be others, but he couldn't see them yet.

He nodded with a jerky movement and looked at Reno's hands. This was his husband. It wasn't a trick. Couldn't be a trick. Warily, he turned and began to head back when another near-miss whizzed past his leg. His eyes darted in the direction it had come from, desperatly searching before he turned to grab Reno's wrist and run with him.

Back inside Cloud threw Reno's wrist from him and stepped away. Husband. Best friend and lover. Damnit, not a trick. He stared at Reno, as if waiting for a mirage to disapear. He trembled as the drug began to take the edge off his green-eyed self, but by far didn't effect him the way their hunters were hoping.

"Reno," he grabbed his husband's robe in a fist near his neck and took a hard, long look at the face before he relaxed his grip.

Reno trembled with fear, not for himself but for Cloud. He wanted to reach out to him but knew better than to make a move, not while Cloud was still disoriented and slightly out of control. His whole hand was numb from the wrist down from the strength of Cloud's grip as it was.

Reno could see the indecision and distrust behind those feral, inhuman eyes, and his heart ached. *This* was what Cloud feared the most, his inner demon overwhelming and overtaking his self. First instinct told him to get away when Cloud fisted his robe at the neck, twisting it in a painful grip, but he locked his legs and stood still, eyes open and steady.

The sound of his name flooded him with relief and nearly buckled his knees. He dared to slowly raise his hand and cup Cloud's cheek, running his thumb under the eye in one of his habitual gestures of affection.

"Yeah, baby, it's me. It's Reno. I'm here with you."

A much needed calming breath was inhaled. Cloud slipped his arms under Reno's to lean against his sturdy form, the movement pressing against the knife hilt. With a soft hiss he pulled away to look down at his robe and the knife buried to the hilt in his side. His mind flashed to be skewered on Masamune and his eyes flashed dangerously.

Taking Reno's hand, he looked up at him and wrapped his husband's fingers around the hilt. "Take it out," he whispered, shaking to control himself. "I need you to." He couldn't do it himself, he was trying to ground himself and knew Reno was the key.

Taking a deep breath, Reno placed his other hand on Cloud's shoulder and pulled out the knife with one swift, smooth motion. He dropped it to the floor and quickly bunched up Cloud's robe to press it hard against the wound to stop the instant gush of blood. His fingers squeezed hard on Cloud's shoulder and his thumb stroked softly at the soft skin of his neck.

Reno kept speaking the entire time in the same soothing voice he'd used earlier. He knew causing his husband more pain by pulling out the knife was very dangerous at this point.

"Stay with me, baby. I'm here with you. I'm not going to leave."

While he spoke to his husband Reno's attention was divided between watching Cloud and the doors and windows, still alert for more danger.

The blood flow had slowed some when the window shattered and a canister spewing noxious gas rolled on the floor.

Cloud took a pained gasp and looked at the growing fog coming from the can. He was no longer in control. The pain and fear were becoming too much. He knew Reno was his safety, and that was it. Knew they had to stay together no matter what happened.

Taking Reno's hand he bent down to grab the bloody knife and run for the door. There were people out there, masked and armed. Surrounded. At this point Cloud didn't see it was hopeless, he went out swinging with a lungful of gas. It only took one well-placed blow to land him face down in a limp heap.

Because Cloud had never let go of his hand Reno went down with him. The gas was choking him, slowly cutting off his air like a vaporous garotte, but he crouched over Cloud's limp body and took up the bloody knife. The click of a shell being chambered caught his attention and Reno turned to see one of the masked me holding the muzzle against Cloud's temple.

"You won't do it," he gasped then coughed violently. "Your master wants him alive."

"Alive in his custody," the man corrected. "Orders are to kill if live capture is impossible. He can still use the body."

Reno shuddered and could tell from the man's tone that he wasn't bluffing. It was a moot point. He couldn't feel his legs or his hands anymore and the knife fell from numb fingers to clatter on the ground. The last thing he heard before collapsing over his bloody, badly injured and unconscious husband's body was the same man issuing orders.

"Secure them. We'll be taking the Turk, too. He's going to be our means of control."

When Cloud came to it was because of a nagging pain in his side and the discomfort of not being able to shift his position. He opened his eyes to a bright light and promptly shut them again with a small whimper. Turning his head he tried to get away from the light. His nose was assaulted by the strong scent of cleaners.

This wasn't like the other abductions. It wasn't dank, or dark, or wet. But he was trussed by obnoxiously large shackles and a leather strap over his hips.

Cloud winced at another sharp pain and risked a squint to see what was causing it. He closed his eyes on the image, knowing he had to be hallucinating when he saw a large pink-bunny suit sewing up the gash in his side.

"Reno?" He croaked and groaned as the needle was threaded through again. He called again, louder.

It took Reno a few minutes to realize he was awake and he wasn't sure what woke him in the first place. Then he heard Cloud's voice calling for him. His husband sounded very upset. He needed to go to him. Reno tried to roll out of bed and found that he couldn't move nor was he in a bed at all. Memory clicked into place and he struggled violently against his bonds.

It was useless effort. Whatever gas had been used on them had obviously been designed to subdue someone with SOLDIER enhancements and it had effected Reno much more strongly. His muscles felt like warm putty. Reno quit struggling and looked around the room. It was square, gray and featureless, nothing to help him place where he was and he was bond to what he could now feel was a cold, metal slab of a table. His ruined robe had been replaced with a pair of papery pajama pants. Disposable, his mind supplied, and he shivered.

Reno srabbled his fingers against the slab and froze again at the absent sound of metal on metal. The ring Cloud had given him as a wedding band was gone. A seamless looking panel opened to let in a man dressed in a doctor's whites. His face and hair were covered with a masked hood so that all Reno could see was the man's blood shot eyes.

"So, you're awake, Mr. Strife." Reno gave no reaction to hearing his new name. "Oh, don't bother. We know perfectly well you married the failed experiment. It's rather ironic. Do you even know what you married? What you took into your bed?"

Reno suppressed the urge to struggle even though his vision went red with anger. The bastard was talking about his husband as if he was a *thing*.

"I know *who* I married," he rasped from his abused throat. The gas must have scorched the delicate tissues and each words felt like razors against it.

The man stepped closer with an amused chuckle and took the end of Reno's long hair into a latex covered hand. A chill went up Reno's back at the look in his eyes.

"Such loyalty, pretty thing, for something that's nothing more than a monster, a weapon to be used." His eyes lazily roamed from Reno's neck down his body, glittering when they settled on the lovebite on his neck. "Misplaced loyalty, but it will be put to good use. It's much easier to control a creature when you have what it wants most."

One of the assistants, Dean, finished sewing up the nasty gash when he heard Strife start to whine and talk... or murmer. He couldn't make out what the man was saying so he shrugged and turned to get a needle. The boss had said he wanted 3 viles to start.

Finding a good vein, he drew out the three viles with bored interest. Yeah, this was Cloud Strife. Big whoop. This was just another job to Dean. ...well, truth be told, he wasn't exactly sober for this job.

"Whoa, Dean, what'd you do?"

Dean looked up at Roy with a perked brow and a "huh?"

Roy, wide eyed, was staring down Cloud's body. "Damn, that must be some great hallucinogen we slipped him." Roy chuckled as he saw Dean's eyes go wide.

"You don't suppose the boss wants a sample of that too, does he?"

"Couldn't hurt."

Collecting that sample proved to be interesting. Cloud seemed all to willing to give it and whimpered and moaned Reno's name the entire time the two assistants went about collecting it.

A few minutes later, dark-haired Roy walked into the next room carrying a clear jar of the sample.

"Pardon, boss. Thought you might want to know, we got this for you as well." Roy eyed the Turk. God, he loved redheads. His eyes roamed over the nude torso and down to the paper pants. "He's pretty out of it, we didn't even have to force it out of him." He was already thinking lewd thoughts about giving this tasty dish some of that pill.

Reno's glare should have burnt the assistant to a crisp. All he could focus on was the specimen jar and what it obviously contained. He wanted to scream his rage. Filthy fuckers! They had put their filthy hands on his husband, touched him in the most intimate of ways, dared to defile what had become solely Reno's, given freely only to him out of love and trust. His only hope was that Cloud hadn't been aware of what had been done and that they hadn't taken it further. Just the thought of it had Reno straining again against his bonds and making animal sounds of anger and pain.

When he had exhausted himself and lay panting Reno glared through the hair fallen over his eyes at the tech.

"I will take your hands for that," he snarled.

Roy moved a little closer, licking his lips, and breathing a little heavier. Oh yes, the redhead was a wild thing all right and gorgeous in his frenzy. To have that, helpless and broken, taking his cock up the ass hard enough to be nothing but pain...Roy bit his lip against a moan and rubbed at the bulge between his legs. He wanted Cloud Strife to see it, too, to be a horrified and helpless witness to the breaking of what he held most dear. He'd get it on tape, something to enjoy over and over again. Roy ran a fingertip through the sweat covering Reno's chest and tasted the salty musk, amused that Reno refused to even flinch from the touch.

"Enough of that," the masked 'doctor' snapped. "You can play with him later. Right now I want you to give him something to make him a little more tractable. Nothing too heavy. I want him to still be able give Strife the responses needed to show his husband what will happen if he doesn't cooperate." He sneered the word 'husband' like it was a pathetic joke, and to him it was. Animals didn't marry. "Fifty milligrams of the Serazine should be enough. When he's showing the effects bring him into the other room with Strife."

"Yes, sir," Roy responded and reluctantly left the table to prepare the injection.

Reno's heart raced. They were going to use *him* to get what they wanted from Cloud. Roy came back to the table and pet his hair in a mockery of affection. He grabbed a fistful of hair so Reno couldn't move his head in his weakened state and leaned close enough to run his tongue over Reno's cheek. If he'd been stronger Reno would have head butted him and broken his nose.

"When you're done being useful to the doctor, you're mine, pretty thing."

Then he jammed the needle with unneeded force into Reno's jugular vein. Reno couldn't help but cry out from the burn of the chemical rushing through his body. It felt like lava and scorched him to leave him writhing in agony. In a matter of minutes he felt even weaker and unable to fight back when hands ran over him, molesting freely, before they released him and jerked him upright to dump him in a wheelchair.

His first sight of Cloud brought a horrible sense of deja vu. His husband was bound naked to a table, clearly drugged and mumbling incoherently. Reno could see that the gash in his side had been stitched but they hadn't bothered to clean him and left him streaked with blood. Lost amongst the ramblings Reno could often hear his name called and each time it was a little more strained.

"Cloud," Reno whispered.

He couldn't take his eyes off his husband even as his body was lifted and he was bound upright again to some hideous looking frame that left him exposed and open on all sides, spread and vulnerable, slightly bent at the waist and his arms above his head. A table to the side held an assortment of what could only be instruments of torture. After making sure he was secure, the two techs worked the controls on Cloud's table until it was raised up to a sixty degree angle and the two captive men were facing each other with an unobstructed view.

When Roy came back to his side Reno turned his head and spit full in his face, the only weapon at his disposal.

"I'll never help you hurt him."

Roy's grin was full of malice as he ripped away the paper pants and leered at Reno's naked body.

"No one ever said you had a choice." He leaned in to speak directly into Reno's ear. "I made your man come in my hands, and he did it begging for more."

Dean watched Roy with amusement. The younger man always did like to play with their helpless subjects. "You plan on getting a sample from that one, too?" He asked Roy with a smirk. They could have fun with these two.

He looked up as their boss came in and waited for instructions.

"Bring him out of it," the cold voice directed and Dean turned to look at the blonde. How? His slightly drunken state was slowing him down. He reached out and slapped the subject a few times.

Cloud blinked in a daze and tried to focus on the large pink bunny slapping him. "Stop... that." He looked up and smiled. "Reno, you're here too?" He laughed, what was with these pink bunny suits? This was some fucked up dream.

"There is no reversal," Dean finally remembered. He looked back at his boss. "He could be like this for days." He licked his dry lips at the glare shot in his direction. "But he may be more pliable in this state. We won't have to lean so heavily on that one."

Roy smirked and leaned in close to Reno again. "I'm going to have such fun with you. I'm going to fuck you, oh so slow, and he's gonna watch. He's not even aware of what's going on now I wonder what it is he thinks he's dreaming of." Roy lowered his head to graze his teeth over the curve of one firm pectoral muscle.

Dean shuddered, watching Roy with Reno. The man was sick. Dean could go along with him but he had to have some booze in his system to get off on it. "Uhm... shall I try the initial survey then?" He looked back at his boss.

When he got nothing but the ice cold glare, Dean cleared his throat and reached for a file and pen. "State your name." He grabbed Cloud's chin and turned his head away from Reno. Cloud had a look of perplexity on his face that was almost amusing. "Your name?"

"Cloud Strife." Cloud giggled. The bunny fur tickled his face. "Who're you, bunny?"

"Bunny," Roy repeated softly for Reno's ears.

"Hey Cloud," he called over, almost gently, like an old friend. "Am I a bunny?"

Cloud glanced over and nodded. He tilted his head as the bunny fondled his husband's privates.

"Are these yours?"

Cloud pulled at his bonds. "I don't think he likes that," he whimpered and tried to sit up more. "Please don't do that, bunny."

Reno strained to not react to Roy's rough handling of him. It sickened him that these men were using his husband and himself for their amusement while also carrying out their orders. Turks had been known to use torture as a means of getting information from a stubborn enemy but they had more honor than to try what these men were doing with obvious relish.

Bunnies? What the hell? They had to have given Cloud some pretty powerful hallucinogens for him to be seeing bunnies and giggling like an idiot.

Roy was getting disappointed that he wasn't getting the response he wanted from his toy. Reno's cock remained flaccid and limp with disinterest. Roy stepped behind and ground his erection against Reno's ass while fondling him with both hands.

"Aww, look at that. Your husband doesn't want me touching you. He thinks the soft, pretty bunny is molesting his husband." Roy bit hard into Reno's neck, breaking the skin a little and lapping at the trickle of blood. A little flinch and an angry snarl was the only reaction he got. Hmm, this one was going to fun, more difficult and more delicious to break. He might even get the chance to use his best toys. It made Roy smile.

"Cloud," Reno called softly, reassuringly. "It's okay, baby. He...the bunny's not hurting me. Go back to sleep now, baby, please."

"Ah, ah, ah. None of that now," Roy breathed into his ear. That's not what you're supposed to say."

Roy squeezed his balls cruelly, digging sharp, dirty fingernails into the tender perineum just behind. Reno sucked in a sharp breath, biting hard into his bottom lip to stifle a moan of pain. His eyes squeezed shut for moment as he felt nearly faint with pain. Block it off, Turk, he screamed in his head. They've only just started. Don't break. Don't break. Cloud needs you to fight. The drugs were making it more difficult, though, weakening him and making it hard to concentrate.

Roy chuckled against the back of his neck and twisted a fingernail deeper before moving further backward to scrape it over the tight pucker of Reno's hole. Ohh, *that* got him a harder flinch.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, pretty. Will you be able to hold out and keep from screaming and frightening your husband? Poor little Cloud, lost in an illusion and dependent on the sound of your voice. What will you let him hear?" Another nasty, little laugh. "But I like to start with a clean fuck. Whatever blood and spunk covers your body inside and out is going to me mine."

Reno panted through the sudden sharp pain. Roy was apparently insane, but he was also correct. Whatever illusion was keeping Cloud from seeing everything as real and true, it was what he *heard* that was most important. Reno growled softly. Fuck them! He'd promised he would do anything, endure anything for Cloud. The second part of what Roy said prepared him for what came next. A smooth, plastic, although larger around than usual, bit of tubing was shoved up his ass with the barest coating of jelly. It was sudden and shocking and Reno's ass spasmed around it.

"Keep going, Dean," Roy told the other man. "I need to prepare this one some more. Ask the questions."

"Y-yeah," Dean stuttered, his eyes glued to the scene. He shifted a little to rub his thighs together. Roy had unwittingly or maybe purposely hit on one of his most secret fetishes. It was difficult to look away, but he did. He reached out to turn Cloud's face back to him. "Cloud Strife. Tell me your rank, serial number and last position."

Cloud's brows furrowed for a moment. Cloud was never a 'rank'. Zack was. He was Zack. 1st class SOLDIER.

No.

Damnit, he had gotten that out of his system he thought. He looked up at Dean and tried to shrug though his restraints muffled the movement..

"Rank, position and number," Dean repeated.

"Cloud Strife. Delivery boy."

Dean glanced over at Reno and then back to Cloud, who's eyes were looking a little glazed now. He reached out and slapped Cloud lightly on his face again. The blonde just smiled, his eyelids growing heavy.

Roy leaned heavily against Reno's back and licked that long neck. "He's really out of it, huh?" He shoved the pipe in and out with rough thrusts, his other hand gripping Reno's hip in a bruising grip. "We'll make sure he's awake for the next part of this... damn your ass sure is tight."

"Wake him up," Roy called over to Dean.

Dean swallowed and took a breath. He moved closer to Cloud, pressing his crotch against the table. "Cloud Strife." He tried another slap and then rubbed the man's chest. "How long have you been married to Reno of the Turks?"

"Reno?" Cloud tilted his head with a fond smile. "Just a few days now. He's fantastic, isn't he?"

"Hell yes," Roy whispered into Reno's ear.

"Were you ever involved with AVALANCHE?" Dean continued now that Cloud's attention was somewhat back.

"I led them," Cloud nodded and yawned. "Can I wake up now?"

"In a while. You were never a SOLDIER?"

"Zack Fair was... I thought I was him. I was weak then."

After he had some fun shoving the hard plastic piping in and out of Reno's ass, Roy turned the knob that would allow the quarts of saline solution to run through the tubing. The bag itself was set higher than their heads so by gravity it flowed down and entered Reno's body in a rush. It was achingly cold and made his belly cramp in protest. Reno pulled weakly at his bonds as more and more of the cold solution filled his bowels near to bursting, the diameter of the pipe keeping anything from escaping.

Roy enjoyed the Turk's discomfort, moving the pipe a few inches in and out some more just to seem him squirm. While he did that he continued his lurid exploration of Reno's body, changing tactics and using a softer touch, looking for and finding the more sensitive areas that he could use to his advantage later. For twenty long minutes Reno was forced to endure the painful salt water churning in his guts, making his legs tremble and causing a cold sweat to break out over his body from the effort of not crying out. This is nothing, he repeated to himself over and over. This is nothing compared to what Cloud had endured. Cloud survived and so will you. For him.

"Time to finish up," Roy purred into his ear and jerked the pipe out roughly.

Reno held it for a moment until Roy whipped him hard in the cock and balls with a thin metal rod. An agonized gasp left his lips against his will. Everything left his body in a rush, pouring from between his spread legs into a large bucket Roy had place between them. Reno hung limply on the frame, his guts aching, and keeping his eyes trained on Cloud's peaceful face. He only looked over once to see the other man, Dean, watching the show with an avid, aroused look on his face and rubbing his crotch. Reno's eyes narrowed. Bastards.

"You think little Cloud will get off watching me fuck you, Red?" Roy asked as he methodically washed Reno down. "He doesn't really understand what's going on, being in Lala land like he is. I suppose we'll just have to keep going until he does understand. Not going to say anything, huh? Well, that will change. Every man has a breaking point, but I, for one, hope you last a long time. Been a while since we had some good ones, yeah Dean?"

Dean made some kind of affirmative noise. He had left off his own crotch and had taken to stroking Cloud back to hardness.

"Get on with it!" the doctor snarled. "All you've gotten is useless information. I want to know what modifications have been done to both of them, especially Strife. All Hojo's files have been destroyed. I only have bits and pieces of what I need to recreate his work."

"Yes, sir," Roy agreed, eager to begin himself. He was determined to make the redhead cry. He'd bet a lot of gil the man was even more gorgeous with his eyes swimming with tears. "Bring him around again, Dean. Try a shot of that modified Epi. It won't give him any more control over his body, but it might clear his mind a little."

While Dean slowly injected the drug into Cloud Roy dropped his own pants and grabbed Reno roughly. He pushed his callused thumbs into Reno's hole to spread him some.

"Sing for me, Red."

With that tiny bit of hateful warning he shoved his full length, dry, deep into Reno's body, scraping painfully over tissues already irritated by the salt water. Reno couldn't stop himself. He threw back his head as much as he was able and *screamed* with the horrific pain.

That scream... Cloud blinked his eyes open and raised his head. Disoriented, his vision cleared after a moment of disbelief.

"Bunny, stop it!" Cloud frantically pulled at his bonds. "Stop! Please, no." He looked at Dean desperatly. "Stop him."

Dean grabbed Cloud's face and forced his eye contact. "Answer our questions and it will stop." Cloud resisted for a moment, trying to look back at Reno. "Listen, Strife. We're going to hurt him if you don't cooperate. Got it?"

Cloud whimpered and nodded slowly.

"You have a history of being experimented on." Dean returned his hand down to Cloud's flagging erection. "We know as a SOLDIER you were subject to Mako baths. What else?" Dean forced Cloud to look at Reno again.

"I... nn... nanites. Last time. I was injected with nanites." Cloud was in a cold sweat. These bunnies weren't playing nice anymore. "Mind control, I think... maybe with the nanites."

Roy smirked and reared back for another ecstatic thrust. "Does he have these nanites, Cloud?" He thrust again. God he was tight. Those pained sounds were beautiful.

Cloud shook his head. "I don't think so. I don't know!" He slammed his head back against the table. "Wake up wake up wake up wake-"

"This isn't a dream," Dean cooed and stroked Cloud's reluctant cock. "We just want to know your history."

"That's all I know!" Cloud turned pleading eyes onto Dean.

Dean looked back at his boss who was regarding the cold storage jars, in particular the jar of Cloud's sperm. "You get blood and sperm samples from that one before he passes out," he glanced at Dean to make sure his tech got it.

"Sure boss." Dean rubbed his bulge again. He fetched a jar and approached the tortured redhead. Roy hummed a little and pressed up against Reno. The body was slick with sweat now, he smelled delicious of fear and pain.

"Come on, you tight piece of wild ass. Give us a sample. I think the boss is onto something." Roy looked over Reno's side to watch Dean stroke and tease his cock while he continued his deep, punishing thrusts.

After the initial scream he couldn't control Reno bit into his tongue and lips to prevent any more. Only high, whistling grunts escaped his lips. He couldn't keep his head up any longer, couldn't keep his eyes on Cloud. He didn't want Cloud to see the tears of pain gathering in his own eyes and slipping down his cheeks. Gods! He was being raped in front of his husband and couldn't stop it, couldn't spare Cloud the sight of it.

Reno didn't hear the other voices around him. All he could hear was Cloud's panicked pleading. Oh no, please baby, no. Don't give them what they want. Don't give them the means to control you. Another agonizing thrust scattered his thoughts. Roy was moving more smoothly now, no doubt from Reno's own blood. Reno could feel himself tearing in places. All he could do was try to focus on blocking the ripping, burning pain in his ass. It was so *hard*. The man tearing him up wasn't just in it for a fuck. He was in it for the pain he caused and he knew what he was doing. Every time Reno would manage even the slipperiest grasp on his control Roy would do something that sent another shocking bolt of pain through his body.

Everything around him became a low buzz. Reno vaguely heard Roy's grunt of satisfaction as the man came and he felt the additional sting of the man's come spurting against his insides. The man pulled out leaving come and blood to drip down Reno's thighs. Dean wasn't having as much luck getting the sample he needed and he said so to Roy.

"He'll come," Roy said. "Just wait."

Roy selected one of his toys from the table, a vibrating rod that also released a low level electric current. He shoved it into Reno's raw ass and used it to directly stimulate Reno's prostate. The constant stimulation combined with the tingling pulses of electricity worked. Reno's cock hardened and it wasn't long before he was squirming against the frame, trying to move his hips. Roy worked him with malicious skill and leaned over his back to whisper into his ear.

"I'd love to put a ring on your cock and do this to you for hours until you're begging me for release. The pressure would just build and build until you're sobbing, begging, crying for anything to relieve you. Ah, but orders are orders," Roy finished with a sigh of disappointment. "I haven't had such a tight ass for a while. Reamed it out real good. Think your husband enjoyed the show?"

"Fuck you," Reno panted.

Roy upped the voltage. It was too intense. Reno came in jerky spurts. Dean caught the sample and set it to the side to grab a syringe and jabbed it into the bend of Reno's arm to get the blood. When he was done Roy smacked Reno hard on the ass then stroked his hair like he was a good pet.

"Run the samples through the machines," the doctor snapped. "Just leave those two where they are. Let them stare at each other. It's not like they will be able to escape. Roy, don't disregard my orders. No more fun for tonight."

Before passing out Reno raised his head enough to see Cloud staring back at him. For one hysterical moment he prayed all his husband saw was a human sized bunny.

"Fight it, baby," he whispered.

Cloud wasn't sure what was real anymore. Had he really just witnessed
his husband being raped... by a giant doll? He knew he was going
insane now. But the pain in his husband's face was real. The pain in
the way his body hung there was real. That much Cloud knew.

Dean took the blood and sperm samples from earlier and let Roy handle
the most recently collected. Together they spent the next few hours
wearing masks and gloves and inserting various sized samples into
different machines. Once they were running, Dean took a seat and
groaned. He hadn't gotten off at all and he could still feel the pain
of an ignored erection.

Roy smirked at his coworker and pushed Dean's chair inbetween the two
captives. "Boss said no more fun, buddy, but I can't let you go on
suffering like that." He unzipped the man's pants and proceeded to
give him one of the best blow jobs Dean had had in a while.

When he was done, and had cleaned Dean up, Roy shed his tech jacket
and hung it by the door. "Let's lock up shop. Those machines won't
even be done by morning."

Dean looked at the limp form of Reno. "Sure you don't wanna touch
that again?"

Roy laughed and shrugged. He rolled the Turk's table in from the
other room and unceremoniously released him from the frame to tie him
to the table. "Guess we shouldn't let your extremities fall asleep up
there. Might not be much fun tomorrow." He secured the redhead to
the table and propped him up at the 60 degree angle so he and Cloud
could stare at each other all night.

"Sleep tight..." Roy laughed cruelly at that word and left it at that.
He activated the alarm and locked the door as they left for the
night.

To Reno, it felt like he floated in a dark, featureless void filled with pain forever. The sight of Cloud's pained and uncomprehending face kept coming to him over and over, the drugs in his system twisting the nightmare until it was Reno watching as his husband was raped and tortured. He came awake with a gasp, just that slight bit of movement enough to send a bolt of pain through his body that cleared his head quickly.

Reno realized he was strapped to the table again and propped facing Cloud. He tested his bonds but his strength still hadn't returned enough to be of any use.

"Fucking bastards," Reno hissed through bloodied lips. Even his damn tongue hurt where he'd bitten through it.

He could feel the stickiness of Roy's come and his own blood drying on his legs and the smell of it made him nauseous. If the men had hoped that Reno would be suffering from any shame or humiliation they were in for a disappointment. All the Turk felt was an ever growing rage and steely determination to beat them and make them suffer horribly before he killed them. But before he could do that he would need Cloud's help. The could lick their wounds later. There wasn't time for that now. The men had made, in their arrogance, the mistake of leaving them together. It was together that they were the strongest.

Reno looked over Cloud's body to see if any further damage had been done while he was out. He couldn't see anything... at least not from the front. A wave of uncontrollable rage, stronger than ever, swept through the Turk to leave him sick and dizzy. Reno begged the gods with every fiber of his being that he would be the only one raped. While he was not exactly clear on that subject concerning Cloud's torment at the hands of Hojo, Reno would do anything to keep his husband from suffering that again, even if it meant refocusing the bastards' attention onto himself. But...maybe it wouldn't come to that. A glint of gold on Cloud's left hand caught his attention. They had taken Reno's band but had left Cloud's. He wasn't sure what that meant, but it reassured him and calmed him to see it.

"Cloud," Reno called his husband's name several times in a whisper to get his attention. "Can you hear me, baby?"

Cloud's eyes fluttered open. They felt gritty from dried tears and
his head throbbed from the worry and anger of what he had seen... or
thought he had seen?

"Reno," he sobbed quietly. "You're awake." He breathed a small sigh
of relief. He had feared the worst when Reno lost consciousness.
"I'm so sorry. They touched you in such a bad way."

He pulled at his chains again. "I... I can break these if I turn. I
tried to turn when they... but I couldn't."