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Downtown had a lot going for it. In a city like Edge, there were many different ways to spend your time and money.
The theater district was an epicenter for all kinds of arts- galleries, movie theaters, live theater that ranged from professional to something you watched while sitting in a dark basement. Street performers walked up and down the avenues day and night, wearing costumes of beloved cartoon characters and banging on buckets for loose change. The theater district was mostly for tourists- no sane citizen of the city ever went there.
The shopping center was also a fan favorite for tourists. City dwellers also liked to peruse the wares hocked there. You could get anything from luxury clothing to toys for your child; or toys for adults. The area was populated with a lot of the new, but also with a lot of the old. There was at least one thrift store on every block, selling used items like books, vinyl records, and games.
The beloved Butchery Quarter was a personal favorite of Reno's. During the day, the industrial zone was packed with honest workers. People who toiled away in the factories, the butcher shops, and store fronts. At night, however, there were people trying to make an honest living- by any means necessary. Tight skirts and gruff men littered the streets and alleys; mostly to keep a look out for peace officers as their ladies worked in dark corners.
You didn't want to be seen on those streets after the sun went down. People would know that you were up to no good. People would know that you were looking for either smack or snatch- or maybe both.
Reno was not one to judge.
A year ago, he had been assigned duty in Butchery Quarter to investigate the use of 'harmful drugs' and to discourage 'illicit activities'. He fudged the paperwork, got his dick sucked, and pocketed some extra gil for himself. He loved being in this part of town. The people who walked around were real, with nothing to hide and everything to gain. They worked hard during the day to pay the rent, and worked hard at night to keep the electric on. As long as the murder rate stayed low, Reno would simply say that everything was going alright, and no one came around to change everything.
He had seen many different kinds of people pass through this neighborhood. Palmer was a frequent visitor, his tubby face always red and sweaty after he left Madame Delia's hotel. Many former managers of Shinra tried to be slick and slip money in exchange for blow, and every time Reno watched as they fumbled and dropped the purchase, he laughed. It was so amusing to watch people try to be tough and use what they thought was the latest slang. He got a kick out of it every time.
Then someone walked across the street and into the back alleyway of Lil' Kairi's place, trying to look like he belonged there. Tall, dark and nauseatingly handsome in his ex-military vest and combat boots.
Barret Wallace. A man that Reno lived in his imagination's spank bank. His enemy for life. He saw that the man had forgone the usual gun he had strapped to his right arm, opting to let his stump be wrapped up in a buttoned arm sleeve instead. He wondered if it was meant to make him seem less intimidating.
Reno could not resist this. Especially since that alley has been cleared out for the last three months; one unfortunate girl met her fate there, and the other workers deemed it cursed. So the man was not going to find the pussy he obviously wanted there. Reno hopped off the low rise brick wall he had been sitting on and jovially jogged across the pavement, heading straight for the burly man.
"Ho- this is rich." Reno barked an evil sounding laugh. "Never thought I'd see you around these parts."
Barret startled, an ever present curse on his lips, and lifted his right arm to aim it at Reno. It was muscle memory, and the man looked highly displeased at the lack of a weapon on his arm.
"What happened to your mechanical hand? Last I saw you, it was gleaming brightly in the sun."
"None of your fucking business. Piss off." The ex-terrorist turned back around and walked towards the corner of the building, obviously looking for something.
"I'm hurt. Here I am, simply asking a question, and you go and bite my head off. You're not being very polite."
Barret grumbled under his breath and walked around the corner, stopping when he saw that the alleyway led to a dead end. He looked disappointed for a moment before schooling his face back into utter contempt for Reno.
"You know, I'm willing to forgive, forget, and start over. Hello, Mr. Wallace, how are you doing this fine evening? Is there anything I can help you find?" Reno adopted a sickeningly sweet tone, the words so saccharine that he felt his own blood sugar spike.
Barret was not one to be amused easily.
"Mind. Your. Own. Business." Barret said in a gruff tone and went to push past Reno. "I'm not talking to ya."
"We don't have to talk." Reno's sweet voice held a lilting quality to it, as if singing the words instead of simply speaking. "I know what you came here for."
"I came here for- ya know what? Fuck you. Don't know how many times I gotta tell ya to mind your own fucking business, but I can take five minutes to beat it into ya." Barrett threatened, which only caused Reno to feel a little excited.
Reno loved to goad people on; it was one of his favorite past times. Picking on a former- current?- rival was just the best thing ever. Especially when he caught this rival of his walking through the streets of an area known for salacious things, knowing that the man was obviously here for one of two things: to get his dick wet, or to score some junk.
And Barret Wallace did not seem the type to get wasted.
"Feeling a little hard up? 'Cause if you only last five minutes, that could be a reason as to why you can't find anyone to fu-"
"Shut your goddamn mouth!" Barret hissed, his eyes darting up and down the alleyway. But Reno knew they were very much alone, and would be for the rest of the night. "I'm not here for that!"
"Ain't no shame in it, man. It's healthy to let off steam every once in a while. In fact, I could help you out with it."
Taken aback at the brazen offer, Barret stepped away from Reno, disgust etched into every line of his face. His dumb, incredibly good looking face. Reno imagined his own cock slipping between those lips, but he pushed the thought away for later. Or, if the man took him up on his offer, maybe sooner.
"You're sick, man." Barret shook his head. "Sick in the damn head."
"Nothing sick about it. A holes a hole, right? Who cares who it belongs too."
"I shoulda put a bullet in ya long ago."
"Kinky. I'm not into that kinda stuff, though." Reno grinned, watching as Barret's cheeks flushed with color. "Listen, I'm not the one looking to stick their dick in something. I'm just offering my services. Better someone you know than someone you don't know where they've been."
"Ya need to learn to shut the fuck up." Barret warned, his stump of an arm slamming into the wall besides Reno's head.
It sent a shock through his body. A delicious, toe-curling shock that made the blood rush straight to his cock. A lecherous grin made its way to Reno's face, and he looked up into Barret's eyes. The heat began to warm the area, and Reno couldn't resist poking a finger into the other man's chest.
His big, muscular chest. With the strongest arms Reno had ever seen in his life.
"Make me."
"I don't fuck Shinra dogs."
Reno laughed, his finger trailing down Barret's chest to the top of his belt.
"Not a great argument for you right now, bud." Reno, in a bold move, cupped the man's crotch. Despite the revulsion that crossed his face, Barret moaned. "No one comes 'round these parts just for the atmosphere."
The bigger man looked away, shame evident in every inch of his body. Reno dared to put a little more pressure on him, feeling the warmth in his hand grow thicker. He felt his mouth salivate.
Barret Wallace was a big man. Reno wanted to feel every single inch of him everywhere. His own cock was pressing against the fabric of his ridiculously tight pants, rubbing painfully, making him break into a sweat. If he didn't get fucked soon by this huge mountain of a man, he was going to fucking die.
"Secret is safe between us. Promise." Reno leaned in, taking a deep inhale of the man's musky scent. His hand slipped into Barret's trousers, and he was excited when he wasn't immediately pushed away. "You never wanted to fuck someone you despised before?"
Barret groaned in frustration, but stayed still as Reno deftly pulled his cock out and began stroking it. With each pass, the man's cock got harder, and Barret was having trouble staying silent. Curses and groans began to tumble from his lips.
"Just fuck me already. Or are you too scared?"
Reno's words landed right where he wanted them to. With a growl, Barret turned the younger man around and pressed him against the dirty wall. Reno gasped as he felt his pants get roughly pulled down, his bare ass now out for the world to see.
And fuck it.
Let people see him.
He was about to get fucked raw by one of the sexiest men ever, and he did not give a shit who saw. In fact, he wouldn't mind if the whole event was recorded and televised; he would show it every fucking Christmas Day.
Reno so desperately wanted to be bouncing on this man's cock, tears streaming down his face, screaming in pleasure.
"Fuck yes!" Reno laughed as he felt the tip of Barret's cock brush against his ass. "Just do it, man, what're you waiting for?"
"Shut up fucker. You keep flapping your lips and I'm gonna go soft."
"There is a way to make me quiet..." Reno's grin grew even wider. He looked over his shoulder at the bigger man and licked his lips.
A sharp pain flashed across his ass cheeks. Reno gasped in surprise, then keened when it happened again. He hoped he had welts forming; he wanted to feel that pain every time he sat for the next two days. Anything to keep the memory of this encounter alive for as long as he could.
He was about to get railed by a former leader of AVALANCHE. The man who was his enemy for years. And he knew that he was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
"C'mon already..." Reno whined, pushing his hips into Barret's. "Be a fucking man and stick that cock deep in me-"
Suddenly, he felt the tip of Barret's huge dick push into his ass. Like the smart bitch he was, he shut his mouth and let the man do his job. With a snap of his hips, the man was balls deep in Reno. Barret growled again, the sound reverberating off the walls of the empty alley.
"Fuck. Fuck everything." Barret pulled back and slammed into Reno again. "Fuck this whole thing."
"Fuck me instead." Reno suggested, feeling his asshole stretch so impossibly wide.
"You are loving this, aren't ya, ya freak?" The ex-terrorist asked, his hips beginning to move at fucking last.
"Mmm-hmm!" Reno smirked as he planted his feet further apart to accommodate his conquest. "Gonna write about this one in my diary when I get home."
"You're such a nasty whore. Bet you open your legs to anyone." Barret insulted him, but it was like sweet music to Reno's ears.
He felt a liquid heat pool in his belly. Barret's cock was huge; the biggest he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. He felt like his guts were being re-arranged every time the man thrust into him.
"Damn, man, you are the tr-true definition of 'b-big black cock'!" Reno shuddered as he pushed his hips back into Barret's.
His remark earned him another slap across the ass. "Shut up, freak! You wanted this; now ya got it. So shut your trap!"
"Huh- you are balls deep in me, and yet, I'm the freak?" Reno's breath hitched when another resounding slap came. Fuck. He was going to be black and blue at this rate. "Oh Gods..."
"Fucking perv. Always fucking everything up. Always in the goddamn way!" Barret barked out, picking up speed. Reno knew that the man did not want to admit anything, but this felt way too damn good. "Goddamn your so tight!"
Reno, chuckling as he bounced, rested his head on his arms, feeling the rough brick wall scratch along his forehead. "Th-that's what happens when you have little to no preparation. But never fear; I'm usually always ready!"
"Shut - the - fuck - up!" Barret growled.
Then his left hand came up and grabbed Reno's ponytail. With a sharp pull, Reno was bent upwards, the pain exploding at his scalp.
It felt so good.
There was nothing quite like getting hate - fucked in an alleyway.
"What do I gotta do to shut your mouth?!" Barret yelled, pulling Reno's head back a little more. "You never fucking learn, ya idiot. You always gotta say something. You always gotta be in the way!"
Reno gasped as Barret supported his bottom before pistoning upwards into him again. In his position, he was currently helpless. All he could do was let the bigger man have control and turn his brain off. Just enjoy the brutality of it all. His head hurt, he felt like he was being split in two, and his cock kept slapping itself against his stomach- taut and ready to burst.
"I-I don't like learning le-lessons!" Reno cried out, feeling a particularly powerful move scramble him up inside. "It's n-no fun being the teacher's pe-"
Then Reno felt something that sent such a thrill through his bones that he thought he would pass out. Barret's only hand; his impossibly big, impossibly strong hand had let go of his hair. For a brief second, Reno thought he was going to be pitched forward, but then he felt the vice - like grip on his neck. The pressure grew, enough to make his gasp and choke, but not enough to make him pass out.
Not yet, at least.
Reno wanted to laugh, wanted to ask the big man if he had experience with choking someone, but he couldn't. His eyes rolled up in his head and all he could manage was to make pathetic, mewling sounds as he was taken in the back streets of Edge.
This felt way too fucking good.
Reno couldn't focus on anything other than the tightness around his neck, the heat in his gut ready to explode, and the sharp pain in his backside. It was certainly overwhelming.
Suddenly, he could breath in the chilly night air. He took a grateful swallow before feeling the fingers tighten around his neck again. Reno let himself fall back against the man, feeling his body heat through their clothes.
"Found a way to keep you quiet." Barret taunted him, chuckling cruelly. "Now let's finish this. I got more important things to do, ya hag."
Reno made a noise of excitement.
"Oh? Ya like that? Ya like being told what you are?" Barrett kept laughing, adjusting the stump of his arm across Reno's middle to hold him in place as best he could. His fingers loosened their grip a bit, letting Reno get some much needed air - but he kept a hold of his neck. "You're an annoying piece of shit."
Reno squeezed his eyes shut, humming in agreement. Yes, he could certainly be annoying, especially when he wanted something.
"You are a stupid ass. Walking around in those tight fucking pants and practically shirtless - I bet you'd suck goblin cock if you were presented with it." Barret continued, his hips never ceasing their movements.
Reno knew that there had to be some sort of darkness inside Barret Wallace. No man that was responsible for the destruction and death of so many in old Midgar was full of sunshine and rainbows. The younger man was excited to be on the receiving end of it.
"Yeah, you'd suck any cock that came your way. Fucking loser."
The heat in his gut began to boil over. His dick began to swell, to harden, to leak cum. Reno was not going to last much longer.
"Say it." Barret commanded, holding onto Reno's neck without squeezing it. "Tell me what you fucking are."
"A whore." Reno gasped, feeling Barret's movements start to stutter. The big man wasn't going to make it last much longer, either. "A whore!"
"A whore who loves cock. I'm gonna fucking ruin it for you. You'll never want another fucking cock again once I'm done." Barret threatened, starting to pant around his words. "Nothing will compare to my 'big black cock'."
There was a teasing lilt to his voice, but it did not match the fierce way he was driving into Reno.
"Fuck, man!" Reno huffed out, tears rolling down his cheeks now. "Just... fuck!"
Thick, pearly white ropes shot out of him, coating the brick wall in front of them. Reno let loose a guttural scream of delight, unable to stop the display. His cock, still leaking, bounced uselessly against his body as Barret kept going.
"Gods, you're fucking worthless. Look at ya. Can't even keep up with me."
"Come in me - just, do it!" Reno begged, his own body starting to calm down from the high. He could feel the way Barret was tearing up his backside, and while it felt magnificent, he knew he wasn't going to be able to sit properly for the next week. "Fill me up, you bastard!"
"Oh, now I'm the bastard? You fucking- " Barret slapped his pelvis into Reno, hard. " - pathetic -" Another slap. " - worthless piece of shi - oh my fucking gods!"
Reno endured another hard slap against his ass before Barret drove his thick cock deep into him, unloading his hot spend into his gut. Reno groaned along with Barret as his belly became distended with seed.
The man must have really needed this.
After every last drop was pumped into Reno, the bigger man let go of Reno's neck and held him loosely in his stubby arm. Reno had a brief flash of clarity and quickly touched his feet to the ground before Barret dropped him like a sack of old potatoes. But his balance was off; the result of his world being rocked, and Reno crumpled to the ground anyway, his bare ass hitting the dirty asphalt.
Reno leaned against the brick wall instead of trying to stand. He could barely feel the lower part of his body. Barret, huffing and puffing, zipped up his pants and then bent over, leaning his arms against his knees as he took deep, clarifying breaths in.
"Shit. Took too long. Might not be there now."
"What?"
Barret looked up at him, his eyes clear and calm. Reno could automatically tell that the man was ashamed of letting himself be goaded into this. Just another sin added to his pile.
"Ah, hell- ya know where Timmy Sparks is?"
"Timmy?" Reno blinked. Then he became lucid again.
Timmy Sparks was a genius mechanic in Edge, who worked with customers for a fairly cheap rate. Barret didn't have his usual mechanical arm on him.
"Yeah. Was recommended to me by a friend. Need to get my arm back."
The pieces clicked into place for Reno. It all became obvious. Barret Wallace was not here to get his dick wet (though it certainly happened). He was here to get his appendage back from one of the legitimate businesses around here.
Of course a hero of the planet didn't deal with the low - life of the slums.
"Wow. You really weren't here to get laid."
"Not my original intention, no."
Reno pointed towards the entrance to the alley. "He's two blocks down on the left."
Barret nodded. "Thanks."
Reno watched as the taller man went to leave, but he stopped him before he could think straight.
"Hey." Reno called out. Barret stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Sorry for assuming you visited the slums for some tail."
Barret laughed. "You seem to forget where I come from, jackass, considering you were the one responsible for destroying it."
Reno had a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself from voicing it, instead watching Barret as the man walked out of the alley. His mind whirled. Now of a sober mind, he tried to grasp what had just happened. Had he really incited this tryst? This unusual occurrence, now that it was over, managed to have shaken him at his core.
They were enemies. Reno destroyed his home, killed his friends and neighbors, then was part of a team that chased them relentlessly around the globe. Now he was sitting in a dirty alley, feeling come dripping out of his ass, and feeling like the lowest being on the planet.
How had he become this?
Reno shook his head and stood up on unsteady feet, pulling his trousers up. Introspection was over.
In the end, ignoring the past was the right decision.