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This happened fast, dirty, and with no strings attached. As always. He walked around the city, cocky in the knowledge he held (but never shared), a smirk always gracing his features. Inviting people to ask him why the hell he was so self assured, why was he so fucking happy tonight.
It was because he knew. Knew what happened in the dark; hidden in the shadows in alleyways, behind closed doors, tucked away in private corners of bars. Knew how depraved things can actually be. In the light, people walked around, helping others. The general feeling of 'we're all in this together!' permeated the air, with everyone attempting to hide their nasty desires. Hiding them behind handing buckets of nails over to the next building being built, hiding them with smiles, hiding them with drinks and food in hand.
What surprised Reno is who liked what. The priest, with his diminished flock, was all love and sunshine during the day. At night, he gambled away the tithes, unable to resist the many poker tables that popped up. The grocer, who fondled his young employee in the storeroom, giving her extra pocket money for letting him do so.
The bartender, who liked things rough- at times.
Seventh Heaven is the epitome of second, even third, chances. A place where everyone was welcomed, where everyone had a place, where genuine laughter and camaraderie occurred. A place that was defined by one simple thing- love.
So when the sickness had swept through the city, poisoning the folk, many turned to the bright and cheery establishment for comfort. Hell, he had too. He had called, during a chaotic time, and heard her voice. When he asked if she remembered him, he heard her laugh, and confirmation that she did, in fact, know who he was. That night, he showed up at the bar, seeing it empty. The bartender was idly sitting behind the bar, a worried expression on her face, a melancholy air to her.
It was a surprise when she opened up to him.
Her partner had left a few weeks ago, with no warning. She tried contacting him, but he never answered his PHS. Reno assured her that he at least checked his messages. If he hadn't, he would not have come to his boss's place that afternoon. That made a tiny smile perk up the corners of her mouth. Then she sighed, leaned over the bar top, and shook her head.
Said that she was afraid it was over.
For everyone.
The sickness was in her household. It gripped a child she cared for. The sickness drove the one person she thought she could rely on away. The sickness was changing the world, the world she helped fight for.
"Maybe we're all fucked."
"Maybe you need to get fucked."
Carmine colored eyes flickered in surprise at the brash suggestion.
"Just saying, sometimes a good fuck helps. At least for a few minutes, you'd forget everything. Your mood will be boosted at the end of it, too. So... whaddya say?"
She bit her bottom lip, honestly thinking about it.
"Come on. 'S not like anyone else is gonna warm your bed for you tonight."
The bartender looked around her empty place. It was late at night, her children were asleep in bed, and she had no idea what tomorrow was going to bring- but it was something to worry about tomorrow.
"I guess... it depends on who is doing the fucking." Then Reno saw something he never thought he would see on her pretty, angelic face.
Mischief.
"Hell, if you give as good as I think you take, I'm down."
That night he found himself laying in Tifa Lockhart's bed, counting the cracks in the ceiling as she rutted into his ass with her strap-on. His cock bounced in time with her thrusts. Her moans filled his ears; the sight of her magnificent breasts burned their image in his mind.
Why anyone would leave this devilish creature was beyond him.
Now it had become a habit of his. Every once in awhile, he would walk down to the local bar, and visit the bartender. He could always tell by the look in her eye what mood she was in. Many times, he would simply have a drink and leave. Sometimes, he stayed until after closing (never helping to clean up) and then the sounds of her bed creaking could be heard from down the hall.
Tonight was a good night. She was happy, full of energy. She motioned for him to follow her into the back with a "I knew you would come tonight.".
Reno grinned sinfully as she pushed into into her stock room. "Hoping to come tonight."
"Better enjoy it. This is the last time we can do this."
"Getting back with the boy?" Reno asked, unbuckling his belt.
The smile on her face was answer enough. She let her skirt drop to the floor.
"Does he know what you've been doing to me?"
Tifa nodded and reached up to a high shelf, where she had her toy hidden. "He does. He doesn't care, says that whatever decisions I made while apart were my own. It's all up to me now whether I want to try again or not. I'm gonna say yes to him tomorrow."
"But tonight?"
Tifa pulled on her harness and gave him an evil grin.
"Tonight, I get to enjoy a slut. One last hurrah, as they say." Her arm reached up, fingers searching. When she found what she was looking for, she smiled, and popped open the bottle of lube she had.
"No prep tonight?" Reno chuckled, watching as Tifa lubed up her cock.
Fingers grabbed at the hair on the nape of his neck, his head being pulled back- violently. He chuckled again as he heard the sound of her stroking her dildo, getting it all slick and ready for him. Reno felt his own cock twitch in his pants.
Before all this, he never would have guess that Tifa Lockhart- the soft spoken, considerate and kind bartender- would be like this. Domineering. Selfish.
Angry.
"Be lucky I even entertain the thought of doing this." Tifa grabbed at the waist of his pants and sharply pulled them down. Her hand slapped on his ass, pulling him closer, fingers going between his cheeks as fingers pushed in what Reno was hiding. "Typical. You were expecting this."
Reno shrugged a shoulder and pushed his pelvis into hers, his own cock sliding along hers. Tifa pushed on the butt plug he sported, making the shaft of the toy stretch him even more. She gripped the base of the silver toy, pulling it out a bit before pushing it back in.
"Asking me for prep when you've already done most of the work?" Tifa's eyebrow cocked up, her red wine colored eyes staring at him with annoyance. "Don't act like you are special."
"Really? And does Cloud ever let you fuck him in the ass?"
The toy was pulled roughly out of his ass, making him flinch- and making a few pearly white beads drop from the tip of his cock.
Reno guessed that her anger had to go somewhere.
"Listen, you skank." Her voice was low and dangerous, her eyes flashing. "You know not to talk about him."
Reno felt her grip his thighs, push him into the wall, lifting him up to make him wrap his legs around her waist. He was surprised slightly at the move, but then again, this was the woman he once saw suplex a dragon. Lifting a 130 pound man to fuck him in the ass was nothing for her.
The tip of her cock pushed against his asshole. Reno felt the incredible sensation of being filled as Tifa slowly inched her way in- despite her words, she couldn't bring herself to actually cause him harm. Reno rolled his head back, hitting the back of it on the storage room's wall. If this was to be the last time, that was alright with him. He'd enjoy it, say goodbye, then move on to the next thing. He wasn't sure if it would be a job, a new hobby, or a new lover; but it would be something. Life always moved on.
Tifa would go off and marry the boy. They will live the rest of their lives together, happy, with tons of kids. Tifa would find other ways to let out her aggression, or maybe, her aggression would finally leave her. With her future on the horizon, letting go of her anger would be an excellent idea.
But for now?
For now, Reno was bouncing on her silicone cock, feeling as it slipped deep inside of him. Her fingers clenched around his thighs, holding him up, fingernails digging into the pale skin. A blush ran a long her cheeks. A bead of sweat dripped down from her forehead. Reno moaned when Tifa took over, pushing herself into him harder.
"You're such a slut."
Reno felt the sparks crackle in his skull.
"Takes one to know o-"
Tifa cracked him along his thigh. Pain and redness blossomed across his skin, a tiny welt appearing.
"You fucking whore." She spat, venomously, but Reno noticed the insult sat heavy on her that night. "Don't insult me. You're the one with my cock shoved up inside you. And you like it, don't you?"
"Yes." Reno confirmed, feeling his legs be pushed up against the wall so they could spread out even more. Tifa kept rutting into him, her slick traveling down her legs. He felt his brain go foggy, the haze of pleasure settling in.
Tifa Lockhart was a strong, fierce woman who could- and has- changed the world. Reno wasn't surprised in the least to find out that she could easily rock his.
Everyone had a dirty, nasty desire.
Reno loved being used. He loved it when people insulted him, when they smacked him around. As long as he was getting fucked right, he was willing to put up with everything. The bartender with anger issues. The priest who wanted him to wear an alter servant cassock as he was bent over the back of a pew. The banker who loved getting his dick sucked while cooking the books. Each and every one of them showed a part of themselves to him that they did not dare show anyone else.
And he kept everyone's secrets.
It wasn't anyone else's business, anyway.
But Reno could tell, as the weeks went by, that Tifa's heart wasn't in it anymore. She had her fun. She was free for a bit to be pushy, domineering- even cruel at times. But it just didn't fit her, not in the long run.
Reno would keep her secret.
"Fuck. Just like that- keep fucking me..." Reno begged, his cock hardening even more as Tifa moved inside of him in short, powerful thrusts.
"Say it. One more time. Tell me how big of a whore you are." Tifa whispered, her heart not fully into it. The words still caused the sparks to travel through his body, his dick twitching as his release threatened to spill.
"I'm... I'm a-a whore!" Reno groaned loudly, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, squeezing them as she roughly fucked him.
"You'd fuck anybody, huh? Or anything?"
"Yes!" Reno heard the slapping of skin on skin, the wet sounds of being dominated. Felt the hard fake cock massage his walls. Saw the blush deepen on Tifa's cheeks, and knew that she was close to the end as well.
"Fucking slut." Tifa rested her head on his shoulder, her thrusts beginning to become erratic. "Giving it up to just anybody. I bet if someone bent you over in the middle of the square, you'd put on a show. And do it with a smile on your face. Let everyone in Edge know just how nasty you are."
Reno couldn't form words anymore. The heat that had built up in his lower abdomen was beginning to boil; his cock pressed up against the fabric of her shirt, and he was about to lose it. Tifa kept pushing into him, shuddering as her own release left her, prompting Reno to finally spill all over her front.
"Disgusting." Tifa sneered, looking down at her messed up shirt.
"Can't be helped. Consider it a compliment." Reno's chest heaved. His cock began to deflate, and he felt Tifa's silicone cock slide out of him.
Then her whole attitude changed. Back came the sweet, quiet girl who lived to help others.
Reno briefly wondered if that was what she was doing with him.
It didn't matter anyway. It was done and over with now. These would just be pleasant memories, stories to tell the volunteers in the nursing home when he pretended to be senile- just to see the horrified looks on their faces.
"Alright, well, that was fun." He said as he pulled his trousers back up his legs. "Enjoy your boy. You two are good together."
Tifa bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Thanks for... letting me do this. I appreciate it."
"No problem." Reno finished fixing himself up and pushed open the door. "See ya 'round."
Tifa nodded, and Reno closes the door to give her the privacy she needed to clean herself. He might be a degenerate, but he still had manners.
He pushed through the crowded bar, past former mercs and drunken patrons, and exited to the streets of Edge.
He looked to the right, seeing the darkened street. He looked to the left, seeing the same sight. Knowing what was out there. Knowing what people were hiding.
And he kept all their secrets.