A wedding

New chapter already and it has S-M-U-T XD Kinda... You´ll see ;)



Many thanks to



Seifer19 (Hehehe, yes, I think Reno draws a certain delight from offending the Circle´s members XD He finds their club ridiculous, but I guess he keeps a low profile since he is friends with Yazoo. I don´t really dislike Lucrecia, but she was kinda boring and as you said, didn´t really do anything. Furthermore she chose Hojo over Vinny, and I think that´s plain dumb -_- There´ll be more Rufus/Yazoo talking in this chapter, so enjoy please! )



Rina76 (We´ll see how Yazoo reacts to Reno in the next chapter, hopefully, and you do have a very good point! Oh my... I never thought about it... I do torture poor Yazoo a lot, uh? Well, now I have to write something where he isn´t angsting then. A fluffy, happy Yazoo, all right *fist hits the air, determined stare* )



fyrbyrd (You know, I have that distrubing image of a cherub Reno in my head... With white little wings, and a white cloth wrapped around his hips. He´s having a golden bow of course, and heart shaped arrows. And he manically shoots at everything that moves XD)



Golden Kitsune (There´ll be more sex in this chapter, don´t worry^^ And after that I suppose, Yazoo´s training starts, and there´ll be lots and lots of sex!)



for reviewing and to PfenixB for betaing!



This chapter is dedicated to my dear friend Rina btw!



Enjoy please!





10



When Yazoo woke up it had started to rain again. Somehow he must have fallen asleep over his reveries, but it had been quite exhausting. Now thoughts concerned him that had never been a matter before, but there was no way around it…



Feeling his head starting to ache again, the silver haired young man rose from the bed and left the room to search for Rufus and something to eat, since this was probably the source of his weak state.



Since he could find him neither in the living room nor in the kitchen he assumed that Rufus must have retired to his private quarters and simply opened the door to the man´s bedroom. To the members of the Circle privacy was a more or less foreign concept- especially for unmarried members. The doctrine behind all this was that there were no secrets to be had; not before the others and especially not before The Mother. There were some hierarchic rules that would allow the high priests to keep their doors closed to all the members–except the highest priest- and the married couples could only be bothered unannounced by the priests. People of their own rank and those below would knock.



Now Rufus was clearly unmarried, and not even a member anymore so Yazoo naturally located him on the lowest level of the hierarchy. Ergo the thought of knocking didn´t even brush the edge of his mind. It should have though, because unlike him, Rufus was very clingy to his alone-time and he didn´t expect anyone to breeze in while he was busy taking care of ‘little’ Rufus.



Hence the scene was rather awkward as Yazoo stopped in the doorway, tilting his head in confusion at a heavily breathing blond who quickly snatched his hand out of his pants at the sudden intrusion.



“What?!” he panted, looking through his dishevelled blond bangs from the bed he was currently residing in.



Yazoo´s fathomless gaze drifted over the figure on the bed till he came to a conclusion and announced “I suppose this is an inconvenient time for you, I will take my leav-”



“No please, have a seat, I was just thinking about you anyway,” Rufus smirked, finding it equally disturbing and amusing that Yazoo showed no reaction at all. After a moment of contemplating the silver haired man followed the inviting gesture from the blond however, and took a seat in a chair that was farthest away from the bed.



Rufus watched him with narrowed eyes, thinking that either Yazoo had a really amazing ability to adjust to awkward situations or…



“Yazoo…”



“Hm?” the young man tilted his head in question, keenly eyeing his ‘mentor’.



“… do you have any idea what I was doing just now?” At the innocent and slightly confused look that bloomed on his guest´s face, Rufus had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

“I was playing with ‘little Rufus’, you know.” He shot the other a meaningful look, expecting something funny to happen now that would compensate him for his messed up climax. Something funny did happen indeed, though it wasn´t exactly what Rufus had expected.



Yazoo sat up in his chair, fingers curled around the armrest and looked around the room, announcing unperturbed, “My apologies for interrupting. I did not know you had children.” He leaned forward to glance under the bed since there obviously was no mini-Rufus within sight. “Where is he?”



Rufus was very tempted for a moment to introduce him to his better part, but then he decided against it, since he didn´t really want to scare Yazoo off. Instead he rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for a moment before he intertwined his hands in his –deflated- lap and informed his guest friendly, “I do not have any children. I meant that I was masturbating.”



“Oh.” Yazoo sat up in a straight position again and blinked at the blond.



“You know what masturbation is, right?” Rufus asked lowly, having the suspicion that he had stumbled into something really outrageous here.



“Of course. It is a cardinal sin and will be punished in Hell,” Yazoo enlightened him haughtily, his eyes and voice becoming rather cold.



“Yeah, sure.” The blond made a dismissive gesture with his hands and sighed. Obviously Yazoo had no idea what they were actually talking about and simply repeated what had been hammered into his pretty head. In a way it amazed Rufus that there were people who could stay so incredibly naïve and stoic in a world drowning in sex. But given who his brother was and where Yazoo came from it probably wasn´t such a big surprise at all. Sephiroth was a very powerful, well-known man and despite the asepsis he and his club were celebrating they were filthy rich and rather influential. That was probably why they were not really popular but not openly attacked either. No one really dared to criticise their Cult in public. Things were mumbled behind their backs, but otherwise no one stood up against them.

“Look,” Rufus spoke up again, reaching for his glass of water. Going to have a talk about the facts of life with a 19-year-old fanatic probably wasn´t on top of his list of things he was eager to do now, but maybe he could profit from it later. He certainly hoped so at least. Maybe Rufus couldn´t only tell him the theory but give him the one or other lesson in the field…



“You sometimes get this weird feeling down there?” He nodded to his lower body, specifically to his crotch, specifying “And you get a bit hot and well…needy.”



The silver haired beauty narrowed his eyes at that, but then said slowly, “Maybe. What about it?”



“Well… you have to take care of it, right?” Rufus smiled a predatory, overly sweet smile at him.



Yazoo unconsciously backed away and said blandly “Yes?”



“Yes.” The blond´s smile grew wider as he leaned back as well and expectantly looked at the young man opposite him. “So tell me, what do you do to get rid of it?”



“Cold showers?” Yazoo offered emotionlessly, wondering when this talk had turned into a quiz. This whole conversation was confusing and tiring him since he had the feeling that Rufus tried to get at something that he wasn´t able to grasp. Something offending at that. So he felt like slithering on paper-thin ice that would break under him any minute.



The smacking sound as Rufus´s palm hit his forehead startled him out of his thoughts though and he looked up at the young man who stared morosely back at him from between his long fingers.



“Noooo,” was the dark reply, followed by another somewhat pained sigh. Rufus pushed some blond strands out of his face and moved to the end of the bed. “You think about some really nice piece of ass and start rubbing your dick until sticky stuff comes out and your brain explodes.”



To say that Yazoo looked appalled at that was an understatement; his already white skin became a few shades paler, and Rufus almost regretted his blunt statement. But Yazoo´s innocence was kind of unnerving him. How could this incarnation of sex on legs be so bloody oblivious?!



Now he seemed rather agitated though, his fingers clenching around the armrest, as he said tightly, “Why would you do such a hideous thing?”



Holding up his hands, the blond tried to calm his offended guest down and explained in a distinctively softer voice, “Please, I am sorry. I know how this must sound to you, but contrary to what you learned sexual practices are not all for reproduction purposes.”



“Really,” Yazoo replied flatly, but now he looked more confused –and slightly curious, Rufus noticed- than irritated.



“There is a social component as well. Sex has many purposes. An ape species has sex to pacify things for example. And many animal species are gay, especially guinea pigs …” At the blank look he received in return Rufus let the topic drop and continued, ” What I want to say is, that it is perfectly all right to take pleasure in sexual activities. It is no shame and no sin at all. On the contrary, it is very healthy and relaxing. You should try it sometimes, it will calm you down.”



Yazoo sat just there, utterly non-committal and Rufus sighed again, thinking that it probably was time to change the topic.

“

So what did you come here for?”



“I was hungry, but I don´t think I am anymore…”



“Ah, rubbish. We will get something to eat. I am hungry now,” Rufus announced and sauntered out of the room, inconspicuously closing his pants and waving at Yazoo to follow.



*



Yazoo moaned into his pillow, his lean body restlessly tossing in the sheets. Dizzy eyes cracked open and the dull blackness of the room washed away all images of smooth skin and intertwined limbs sensually moving against each other. Yazoo blinked and absently pushed some silver strands out of his face, faintly aware that his body was covered in a fine layer of sweat that glittered in the moonlight shining through the huge windows. A familiar feeling was curling in his guts and loins, almost aching and it made him become aware of his naked skin rubbing against the cool satin sheets whenever he moved ever so slightly and the light tremors it send down his spine…



Sleepily, Yazoo got up and grabbed for a robe to cover his aroused, heated body before he drowsily –and very much on auto-pilot- padded to the bathroom. It wasn´t the first time that he woke up with that weird feeling rushing in waves all over him, making goosebumps build on his sensitive skin everywhere. He didn´t really know what it was and why he got it – no one had ever really told him. Such things weren´t talked about and Sephiroth only once had left him off with the advice to just have a cold shower if he felt ‘weird’ when he had hit puberty. And Yazoo –like any good member- had done just that. He still did, that was why he was padding over the cold tiles now and dozily reached for the tap, big eyes half closed. He swayed a bit in the darkness but one slender hand came to steady him against the wall and within the next moment a string of wet pearls fell down on him.



The silver haired man gasped at the water splashing at his head and shoulders, eyes flying open. The drowsiness was washed away for a moment, but then his gaze dulled again because instead of the icy coldness that would usually freeze any desire and lock it back up in the deep pits of his consciousness, a pleasant warmth was engulfing him. Unlike his own shower back at home, this one apparently fed hot water during the night as well.



Now, Yazoo didn´t really mind that he didn´t have to stand there shivering and teeth clattering, waiting for the heat in his body to perish. On the other hand there was nothing going against that strange feeling inside him, on the contrary, it seemed that with every water droplet that fell on his overly sensitive skin and trailed down his lips, chest and belly like the lightest of feathery touches, the pressure and sparkling inside him went more acute. Yazoo craned his head back a bit and closed his eyes, letting the liquid fall on his face and slightly opened mouth. Well, it actually did feel good…



The stern, reasonable and dependable voice in his head barked at him to stop this crap, turn on the cold water and then crawl back under the blankets like a good Son of the Mother Jenova. Another, more smug voice that strangely reminded him of a certain blond, dissented, though, whispering that he wasn´t bound by Her set of rules anymore, that he was his own god now and that he should give in to the pleasure… A tiny smile formed on the silver beauties pouty lips as he drowsily nodded, lost in the sensation of agile streams prickling down his back and inner thighs in thin, hot trails.



The ‘good’ voice was about to indignantly protest, but Yazoo just irritably waved her away and concentrated back on the feeling of the soft strokes the shower was gracing him with. Lifting one hand he followed one particularly large trickle with his fingertips, sighing at the contact. Down his long fingers went, brushing over a collarbone, a hardened nub (the contact eliciting another unintended gasp that bordered into a half-moan), the hard muscles of his stomach until he reached the dent of his navel. His svelte form arched a bit under the warm rain when his index finger dipped inside, amplifying the race of his heartbeat and the quiet gasps that left his mouth instead of breathing.



Slowly his hand went further, deeper towards his aching groin and his heart seemed to skip a beat when he accidently came into contact with something hard, the unexpected touch sending jolts through his swollen organ. Yazoo had never made contact with it before, not deliberately, that was. Of course he´d been aware that he had it and that it would… swell every once in a while, but the cold showers had taken care of that and shrunken it back to its normal size.



Not so now. It seemed to twitch for more and he could feel the pulsing desire within it, so he carefully reached out for his hard member again to get… familiar with it. He wasn´t bold enough to simply grab and use it yet, no, he was a polite person and it was a bit… obscure (if not to say scary), so he settled with stroking over its velvety surface first. His head went a bit light as he scratched over the solid form with his fingernails and something inside of him tightened. Yazoo´s cheeks felt hot and his breath rushed out in little pants now, but he didn´t stop but let his hand trail down all the way and then up the shaft again. When his trembling fingertips grazed over the thin slid that divided the tip of his erection something suddenly snapped loose and a deep, velvety moan rolled up his throat and into the dark room. Not only that but he felt that the pressure and ache was rapidly building up until it became unbearable and then it just tipped and he was caught in a wave of bliss that rushed to every ending of his nerves and then beyond that.



When he came down from his climax Yazoo slowly opened his eyes, finding himself kneeling at the tiles. His legs must have given out under him… He blinked into the semi-blackness, water still rushing down on him and then looked down at his hand, where a white secretion was sticking to his fingers, but got quickly washed away.



If this was how being one´s own god felt like, he´d never ever so much as glance back at the right-hand-path! He´d had no idea what his body could feel like, it was simply mind-blowing!



He´d have to do this again as soon as possible…



Though right now probably wasn´t the best time, because he felt pretty exhausted and sleepy again, so the young man shut down the water, wrapped himself in his robe and went back to sleep.



TBC



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Hehee, Yazoo tasted blood }:)