Redeemed

A/N: For Enide-Dear, who is one of the nicest people on DA, hands down. She wanted her drabble evil and I tried to give her evil. I suck at evil, so I hope dark is ok. A big thanks you to Gothy for the help, as well as Kit and Choas for looking it over.

Warnings: BDSM, fetish, gay sex, erotic asphyxiation. (THESE ACTS CAN BE VERY DANGEROUS! I DO NOT SUGGEST SUCH ACTIVITIES!)

Disclaimers: The characters certainly do not belong to me.

Betaed by: Carefreecat.

“That's it, all the way down.”

Vincent chocked, as the thick length slid further into his mouth, bumping the back of this throat unpleasantly. He was nauseated already, his belly filled with semen, from one too many blow jobs already given this night alone. The trio were insatiable, they could not get enough of anything, whether of sex, or violence...

He angled his head so that Yazoo could slide in fully, while raising his hips again, so that whomever wanted to fuck him at this moment could see his used opening, still dripping with seed from another one of the siblings, who had used him last, Kadaj?

It didn't matter really...

He felt strong hands grasping his hips, bruising him, as he was breached again, the one using him, obviously Loz by the size of those hands alone, setting a brutal rhythm that made it hard to service Yazoo as well.

“Do better, this is hardly worth watching, demon.”

He tried to look prettier as he was ordered to, arching, and writhing, and moaning around Yazoo's cock, it was required, he was to do as the trio said, to satisfy and serve, to be owned. This is what they wanted, and what he needed. If he suffered enough tonight, and as long as they wanted to torment him, it would serve as a suitable punishment...

And if all went well, he would be redeemed.

He continued in this charade, acting the ever obedient whore, feeling nothing but shame. He needed to feel shame, to feel like nothing...

It was what he deserved. His life was hell, this act of lust penance, and these three the punishing angels. This was the act that would change things, that would make a difference...

Kadaj walked over, running his hand over Vincent's back, feeling how the dramatic raised scars were felt even through the leather gloves, causing an exciting sensation. He wondered how he had gotten them, not out of concern but of fascination...

“You look almost like a road map, with all those scars of you! How does one get so ugly?”

The other two snickered, amused at his disfigurement. They knew that they were physically perfect, soft, unmarked skin, perfect sleek hair, and coiled muscles. It was so odd to them to see the hideous raised scars and dark veins through the pale skin of his back, and the gauntleted arm yielded even more possibilities.

“Yazoo, hurry up and come. Then I want Loz pull him to his knees, I want a better look at him...”

Yazoo rolled his eyes, wanting to prolong his pleasure, but was not stupid enough to be willing to argue with Kadaj. He grabbed a fist-full of Vincent's matter hair, and pulled him away, and released onto his face and hair, watching it clumping up in the tangles, sticking the strands together as it coagulated.

“He'd look so pretty all ruined, wouldn't he Loz?”

Loz simply grunted, not bothering to answer before he pulled Vincent up, without bothering to pull out, and Kadaj knelt before him, examining his chest and sides, looking for more scars to be amused by. He ran his fingers over an odd, Y-shaped scar across Vincent's chest, pressing his fingers hard against it, while Loz kept thrusting.

“You really were dead once, weren't you?”

Vincent kept silent. At the beginning of the session he had been warned to keep silent unless he was moaning in pleasure or screaming in pain. He had adhered to that rule for the last four hours. He was not about to disobey now.

“Hmm, good slut.”

He felt Loz grip his hips violently, and he screamed out as he felt the bone in the left side of his hip crushed by the sheer force. It'd heal, but the pain was still there.

“Loz, can you not wait to break him until we're done playing?”

Kadaj sighed, and shook his head in false disappointment, before suddenly beaming, eyes lighting up much like a child at Christmas. Vincent whined, not only because of the pain, but because of the expression. Whatever the brat planned was not going to be fun for him.

“Yazoo?”

Yazoo looked over from where he was sniping small flying birds to amuse himself, and smiled, a wicked idea forming between them before they had even spoken, thanks to the link that they shared as the children of their dark 'mother'.

“Yes Kadaj?”

Kadaj stood, and walked over to the motorcycles parked near, rifling through a bag happily.

“If something is ugly, what can be done to make it beautiful?”

Loz groaned, the crushing grip present again as he shook in excitement.

“We decorate it!”

“Exactly!”

Vincent winced again, knowing that such happy enthusiasm from such broken, violent children meant no good. They were like young predators, playing with their prey, heedless of the damage or pain they could cause to it.

And the pain was assured.

He was still held up on his knees when Kadaj and Yazoo came over with the odd box, and gods, they looked so happy, like this was a special treat for them. For a moment, Vincent wondered if this punishment was worth it, to be redeemed, but in the back of his mind, he saw those blue eyes, and he held still. If he suffered through this, he could try to move on.

“Do you want to be pretty? I'll make you that way, all decorated so your sinner's scars are less noticeable.”

Vincent nodded obediently, both fearful and needing this. If he was prettier, it would be easier to be with him...

Not that he deserved him anyway...

He had ruined his chances at deserving anything. Lucrecia was gone, and the precious child that she had bore as well. He still felt guilty, dirty, responsible and unpunished. Without torture and atonement he could not move on. He sighed, as remembered her warmth, her body. He had loved her so much, and had not been able to save her from the evil of Hojo, and the inner evil that she had, her weakness.

He wished, just as much, that he had saved the child that had grown to know nothing but insanity and death. He could have been so much, so wonderful, and he was, until the insanity had set in. He wondered what life would have been like, with him, Lucrecia, and that broken child all living as a family, safe and away from Shinra... If he was stronger, it could have been. He had laid with her, as a husband would, Sephiroth could have been his, and now he was allowing himself to be fucked and used by his remnants... His stomach churned again, and he vomited, the swallowed seed and minimal food that remained within his stomach, feeling it spill onto himself, since Loz would not allow a shift in position.

“Eww, that's sick!”

Loz brutally tossed him to the ground, and simply lay there, until he was ordered. He sighed, closed his eyes, and waited.

“Poor monster, are you ill? Too weak for more fun?”

Vincent shook his head fervently, struggling to assure Kadaj that he was fine.

“Good then. Let's have you take a rest then, we'll continue this later, undead.”

He last thing that he felt was a force to the back of his head, and his world went black.

“Are you awake now, pretty?”

Vincent opened his eyes sleepily, bound oddly, very sore, and barely rested. He was in an odd, dusty room, maybe an abandoned inn, and he was gagged. The trio surrounded him, innocent smiles and happy faces, looming menacingly all the while. When he didn't respond immediately, Yazoo looked irritably at him, not pleased with his hesitance.

“Brother wants a answer.”

Vincent immediately nodded.

“Good bitch. Loz? Pick him up, let him see our handiwork. Show him how pretty he is now.”

He was scooped up, and carried to a large, cracked mirror, and was stood up, steadied, and then allowed to examined himself. He stared, surprised at first, was this really him? Was the mirror real, or some illusion? He did not quite recognize the person that reflected within it...

He saw a pale, scarred body, a thick collar adorning his neck, arms bound behind him in some sort of odd leather gloves, legs wrapped to the middle of the thighs in jet colored boots, with insanely high heels that forced him to stand on his toes, making it nearly impossible to take an unaided step. He was also hobbled, as if the boots and broken hip were not a deterrent enough from running.

He had also been decorated indeed, his nipples still dark and swollen from the new rings put into them, and as Loz turned him slightly, he could see an odd set of piercings, two rows of rings running down each of his sides, from just below the underarms to his hips, parallel to each other. He was bound, pierced, and looked like some third rate bondage slut...

But even he had to admit, he had never looked prettier.

“See? Aren't you lucky we're so kind?”

Vincent nodded, feeling the saliva running down his chin from the gag. He felt so humiliated, yet...

No, he would not think such things. He would not enjoy this, nor would he have any additions sins to suffer for. This was punishment, nothing more...

He stayed silent and waited for order.

“You see these pretty rings?”

Kadaj ran his hand over the freshly pierced flesh, thrilling at every minuscule shiver, every tiny show of pain. Oh, the fun they would have tonight! He pulled gently on one of the nipple rings, watching the droplets of blood that beaded around the metal, then lowered his head, and lapped at them, as his new toy winced in pain. He adored the little slut already, so old and allegedly wise, yet already owned by three youths. And he could do nothing about it, and even if he could, Kadaj doubted he would. Oh, on days like this it was good to have a dark cunning mind, and the strong body to force others into serving him and obeying his every whim...

It was good to be mother's son.

“These pretty rings...” He continued, running his hands up both of Vincent's sensitive sides, “These rings are interesting, are they not? See what a lovely job Yazoo did? Two rows, on either side, perfectly aligned. I wonder what we could do with these?”

Vincent winced again at the touch, and watched as Kadaj moved away, only to return with a spool of thin black ribbon, and started unwinding it. He assumed that the ribbon and the new rings were connected, and was correct, but he really had no idea how. He waited, as the dark curling length of it coiled as it slowly feel, until Kadaj decided that the amount was suitable, and used Souba to cut it.

“Lucky whore! This will be so pretty on you!”

Kadaj grabbed Vincent and angled him so that he was facing his side, and started threading the ribbon through the rings decoratively, smirking as he watched how the jet ribbon contrasted with the pale skin.

“This really isn't a proper corset piercing, since it's on both sides, not on your back like Yazoo's is, but we couldn't get the needle through the scars. This will do though, and it's quite nice anyway.”

He repeated the procedure with the other side, and then tied off the end of the ribbons into large feminine bows.

“There! Perfect!”

Yazoo nodded in agreement.

“Now what though?”

“Hmm... No clue. Loz, what do you want to do?”

“I wanna fuck him again.”

“Don't we all..but fine, you can use him first.”

Vincent was dragged back to the bed, and tossed on it, fear building as he felt Loz settle being him, his legs forced into the air. He wondered how rough he would be this time, his hip was already healing, but it still hurt badly...

Loz breached him, without any preparation or effort to relax his inner muscles, and he felt his opening tear a bit from the sheer force of it, and he could smell the blood that came from the wound. He wondered if he should give up, perhaps he was not strong enough to stand this trial. But if he gave up, redemption would be beyond him for good...

Once Loz started moving, the pain subsided a bit, but he wasn't sure he wanted it to. He was started to like the feeling of torturous pain, mixed with heaven sent pleasure, and he was beginning to get an obscene thrill from being used. He tried to fight it, he wanted to bite his lips, scratch himself, cause himself additional pain, anything to keep from getting hard, from liking this, but he was completely helpless. He moaned into the gag as Loz hit that spot within him, and he cried in shame from the pleasure it caused.

“Loz, do that to him again, at that angle.”

Loz snorted, obviously displeased at having to put any real effort into such an act, but he obeyed, and once again, Vincent felt that intense pleasure. He tossed his head back, his dark hair spread out over the pillow, like spilled lacquer over dusty parchment.

Yazoo smiled gently, and walked over to the bed, seating himself next Vincent.

“So pretty... You like that, don't you? No need for shame, I do as well. Once you learn to obey and be good, Loz will be so much nicer to you.”

He ran his elegant hands through Vincent's hair, mumbling soothing sentiments of how things would be better once he completely gave in, and how they would take such good care of him, if he promised to be a good slave. Sephiroth's elegance shined though Yazoo, and at that moment, Vincent wanted to give in, and be nothing more than a slave. If he wasn't allowed to think, how could the past haunt him? He wanted nothing more than to simply exist for them, and to have their brutality force the past from his mind. He pressed his face against Yazoo's hand, and whined, the gag muffling it into a fragile sound, and Yazoo wiped the saliva from his face lovingly with a cloth.

“Do you give in sweetheart? Do we own you now? No running? No going home?”

Vincent nodded, and for the first time in years, he felt free.

“Good pet.”

Yazoo unfastened the gag and the hobble, and slowly spread Vincent's legs.

“Watch Loz, see how strong he looks as he rules you? Worship him, show him your servitude.”

Vincent stopped trying to hold back the moans, and shook, arching, trying to make the largest show of how much he loved and wanted this, despite the fact that he could not speak or move. Although the injured hip hurt, it was almost healed at this point, so he dug his heels into the bed, raising his hips as much as he could...

Which promptly broken again at a powerful thrust from Loz. After that, he simply laid back and let Loz do as he would, too weak to attempt any motion. Yazoo was right though, Loz looked like a monster, violence and need wrapped in a human shell, so powerful and beautiful as he did as he pleased. And gods, nothing compared to the feeling of being utterly subjugated and abused, especially when Loz wrapped his monstrous hands around his neck.

“Be careful Loz...”

“I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'M DOING!”

It was so exciting at first, those strong hands on him, making it a struggle to breathe, but also making him so excited, so aroused. He liked it at first, but after a bit, Loz was gripping him harder and pressing the collar into his neck. It was becoming painful, his lungs hurt, and he whined into the gag. Loz seemed thrilled at his attempts at struggle, and he clasped his hands even tighter. Vincent stared pathetically at Yazoo, who was getting a bit concerned as well, and he attempted to intervene.

“Loz, gentler!”

“FUCK OFF!”

He couldn't swallow at this point, his throat was closed off, and he was chocking on the spittle that remained in his throat. He felt sick, and light headed, his vision was blurring, and he hurts so badly, his lungs screaming for air...

“STOP IT LOZ!”

All of the sudden Loz was pulled off of him, and he was pulled into a lap, the gag removed, and his hair held back as he leaned over, and chocked and vomited into a waste basket. He was so scared of Loz, he, the undead, had actually thought that he was dying. He finished, and clung to Yazoo, who handed him a flask, and allowed him to rinse his mouth out with alcohol of some kind. He was soothed by gentle words, and cuddled, and he felt so much better already.

“Sorry pet, my idiot brother is stupid, and can't control himself. No, no more tears, I protected you! See, I'll take care of you!”

He clung to him, and simply waited for the next torture...

“Are you serious?”

Cid put out his cigarette, and downed another shot of Tifa's finest whiskey.

“Damned serious.”

Tifa poured him another free drink, and hated herself all of the sudden. She knew that Vincent had some serious issues, and she had wanted details, so she had handed over way more free booze than she would have normally allowed, and had pried a bit, offering a comforting ear to listen to any sorrows Cid wanted to talk through.

It had proved to be more that she was ready to deal with.

“It fucking kills me, that my beautiful Vincent wants me to beat him and call him a slut in bed. He likes being hurt, he can't fuckin' come if I don't at least cut him a bit! Why the fuck does he have to be this way!?”

He downed the next shot and snarled at no one in particular before continuing.

“He said... He said that they heated up the tip of a sword, and branded him; that's why he had a big fat 'KYL' next to his cock! And he's pierced all over, and refuses to take them out, cause he's only pretty with them in! DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM TO FUCKING HELL! FUCK ANYONE WHO'S HURT HIM!”

He slammed the glass into the bar, shattering it and lodging the shards within his fist, the blood running onto the broken pieces.

“Fuck them...goddamn bastards. I wish they were alive again, so I could kill them myself.”

He tossed down some gil, probably for the broken glass, and went home, to dress up his precious lover in leather, and beat him, insult him, and assure him that he was the prettiest goddamn slut ever. It was funny, how that years later, what the trio had down was still affecting and damaging people.

Vincent had never really been redeemed.