You're the One I Can't Resist

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Forgive the abrupt beginning.

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“Oh, no. Did I play too hard with my new toy and break him already?”

Reno spat out a mouthful of blood, glaring up at the delicate looking man before him defiantly. He was bruised, bloody, and had didn’t have a shot in hell at winning this fight, but he’d be damned if he was going to give up so easily.

The silver haired beauty just smirked in response. “Are you really going to keep fighting me? You’ve been separated from your partner and you don’t stand a chance against me alone. I’d hate to have to break your pretty face in.

Yazoo scowled at the laughter that answered him. “Do you have a death wish!?” he snarled, slamming the redhead against the brick by his collar. His pretty face distorted in anger.

“Do your worst.” Reno smiled. “I’ve survived worse than you could you can possibly do.”

Yazoo smiled suddenly, his eyes lighting up with an excitement that made Reno suddenly very uneasy.

“Who said I had any intentions of physically harming you?” His fingers of his free hand stroked lightly across the red head’s cheek, trailing over the rust colored tattoo there as he spoke. “You’re far too pretty a pet to kill before I’ve played with you a little bit.”

Reno jerked his face away from the offending hand, panic rising in his gut as he realized what the pretty boy meant. He took a swing for the face in front of him, beginning to struggle in earnest.

Yazoo calmly knocked the red head’s blows away, a soft laugh leaving his throat at the look of desperation in the mako colored eyes in front of him. He ducked under another swing aimed at his head, and using the Turk’s momentum, whirled the boy around. He slammed Reno’s face hard against the brick, leaving the red head dazed enough for Yazoo to yank the blazer down his arms. The silver haired Remnant twisted the material before tying it off, leaving Reno’s upper half effectively neutralized.

He placed a delicate looking hand between Reno’s shoulder blades to hold him in place as he slid his other hand around to attack the fastenings of the red head’s pants. He laughed out loud at the panicked look on pretty boy’s face as he slid the trousers off his sharp hip bones.

“Quiet now, love. I promise to be gentle with you. If you stop struggling, I’m sure you’ll find my touch is actually highly enjoyable.”

Yazoo smiled sweetly at the snarl he received in response and seized the red head’s already semi-aroused member, slowly pumping it as he continued speaking. “Well, well. It looks like you might be trying to deceive me. You don’t seem to hate this nearly as much as you would have me believe.” The silver haired boy giggled softly as Reno’s member gave a small twitch against his palm.

Reno dropped his head, gritting his teeth to fight back a moan as delicate fingers squeezed his member firmly. He didn’t want to like this, but his treacherous body didn’t seem to care that he was being raped in a filthy alley. He jerked his hips back away from the offending grip and nearly choked when he felt the size of the erection digging into his back. He liked a good romp in the sack as much as the next guy… but even under normal circumstances, a cock like that would be difficult to take. He tried to jerk his arms loose from his blazer, and winced at the strain. He was going to dislocate his shoulders long before he managed to get loose. There had to be some way!

His renewed struggles were abruptly cut off as his face was slammed against the brick wall, harder again this time. Reno’s vision swam and he was only vaguely aware of the sound of a zipper behind him. He tried to fight against the thigh pushing between his legs and found his face being reintroduced to the filthy wall for his troubles.

Reno rested his cheek against the rough brick, sagging against the body behind him weekly. Struggling as just getting him more injured, and wasn’t going to get him out of this. He wracked his brain trying to think his way out of the situation instead.

Unfortunately, thinking and concentration were never his strong suits, and he forgot what it was he was trying to do when he felt soft, warm lips brushing against the skin of his neck. He looked back in surprise, and Yazoo smiled sweetly when he noticed that he’d caught the red head’s eye.

“There, you see? If you just relax, I’m sure you’ll find I can be very nice. There isn’t any need to make this experience an unpleasant one.”

Reno found the words less than assuring, the blood dripping down his face seemed to suggest that this wouldn’t likely be something he’d be looking to repeat any time soon. He winced only slightly as Yazoo pushed the thick leather down over his hips one handed. Apparently, whether he struggled or not, Yazoo wasn’t going to trust him unrestrained.

The silver haired beauty’s soft lips brushed over his face, whispering quiet reassurances as long fingers spread him open. He bit back a whimper as the damp head of Yazoo’s thick erection started pressing into him.

“Calm down, lovely, I promised I’d be gentle with you. I’m not going to hurt you.” Yazoo snaked a hand around to fondle Reno’s erection, watching the red head’s face intently as he slowly worked his way inside the tight hole. The Turk seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit for someone who was being forced into this.

Each time he pressed in deeper, those pale lips parted in a soft breathy moan that set Yazoo’s blood boiling. Once he’d finally settled all the way inside his pretty toy, the Remnant paused in attempt to build up his self control. Yazoo took a deep breath to calm himself; it didn’t work.

With a snarl, he released Reno’s erection to seize his jaw in a tight grip. He pulled the red head’s mouth close enough to capture the beautiful pink lips in a dominating kiss. Their tongues tangled together in a fierce battle for control. Yazoo’s tongue lapped at the roof of Reno’s mouth, traced over his teeth, and the red head finally gave in with a moan. The Remnant, satisfied that his pretty toy had submitted, finally began thrusting.

He set up a rough pace and broke the kiss to watch the Turk. Reno writhed against him, eyes closed, lips parted in obvious pleasure. Yazoo slid his arms around to Reno’s chest, pulling the slim body against his chest. The red head whimpered in satisfaction at the contact. His head tossed back and forth as he moaned loudly as Yazoo’s impressive erection moved roughly over his prostate.

Reno knew he shouldn’t want this; that he’d probably hate himself for giving in, but he couldn’t stop his body’s reaction. His body had never been so thoroughly ravaged before. Yazoo seemed to know exactly how he liked it. His large erection scraping over Reno’s prostate without slamming full force into it. Pulled back against the Remnant’s chest like this, Reno’s erection was completely neglected, and when a hand slid down to grip it at last, he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming aloud. Finally, Reno could feel his release creeping up on him, and he didn’t know if it was a blessing or if it was a curse.

Yazoo purred softly when Reno tightened around him. He adjusted his angle of penetration ever so slightly to push more forcefully against Reno’s prostate. The delicate looking red head let out a loud mewl and several deep thrusts later was sobbing his release as his seed coated the brick in front of him.

The silver haired teen pulled the Turk close against his chest to keep him upright as he continued to thrust inside of him. He hissed in pleasure as Reno constricted painfully around him. He thrust deeply as pleasure finally overtook him; as he flooded the red head’s passage with his release, his knees gave out and they both collapsed to the pavement. The Remnant clung desperately to his not entirely willing lover, burying his face in the pale skin of Reno’s neck as he fought to regain control of his senses.

He pressed a sweet kiss behind the Turk’s ear before lifting the boy up to slowly extract himself from the abused hole he was still buried in. He stood, pulling leather back up over his body and securing the zipper. When he glanced down at Reno, he noticed a curious look on his face. Before he could identify it, the look was gone and in its place was an annoyed look.

“Are you just gonna leave me down here, now?”

Yazoo smiled warmly at this response, and pulled the slim boy to his feet. He tugged expensive trousers up long, slim legs and fastened them before pulling Reno close and cuddling with him cutely. “I’m so glad to see I didn’t play too hard and break you. Next time, we’ll have to see just how hard I *can* play with you.”

Reno hissed angrily. “Just what makes you think I would ever willingly let someone like you touch me?”

Yazoo giggled quietly. He dipped his head down to capture the Turk’s mouth in a slow kiss. He waited until Reno responded before slipping his tongue between parted lips and pillaging the eager mouth thoroughly. He swallowed a loud moan from the red head before pulling back with a triumphant smile.

“That’s what makes me think you’d willing let someone like me touch you.”

Reno’s face burned a bright crimson and he quickly looked away.

“What now?”

Yazoo tilted his head at least in confusion.

“I mean… What happens now? Are you planning to leave me here like this to find my own way back?”

“I’m not sure you can be trusted unbound.” Yazoo gave a small thoughtful frown. “Last time your hands were free, you caused quite a bit of trouble for me.”

Reno let out a small whine. “Can’t we just call it a draw for now? We can fight next time. I don’t know how accepting your brothers are… but I really don’t want to have to explain to my partner what exactly it was I was off doing while he was fighting to the death with your muscle head brother.”

Yazoo looked doubtful, but finally nodded. “Take good care of yourself. I’ll see you soon, my pretty doll.” He brushed his lips lightly over Reno’s, snagging the end of a sleeve and tugging to release the knot before leaping up to the nearest rooftop.

Reno’s retort died in his throat. He shook his head, shrugged his coat back up his shoulders and flexed his sore arms. He glanced up in the direction Yazoo has gone, with a small smile he didn't realize he was smiling.

"Well, it's better than getting my ass kicked. Anyway, if I look like I feel, Rude'll probably feel sorry for me instead of questioning where I've been."

With a frustrated sigh, he took off in the direction he was *pretty sure* he'd come from.