The Measure of a Man

Title - The Measure of a Man
Fandom – FFVII
Characters – Yazoo, Kadaj, Loz, Tseng, Reno, Rude, Rufus
Warnings this chapter – yaoi, swearing, incest, sex
Disclaimer – Don’t own the boys, just playing with them
Note – Story begins immediately after Advent Children

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Thanks to Soyna, InfinitysDaughter, Faoiltierna and Kira for your kind reviews. I have to say, your reviews really encourage me to keep going, even when I feel a little dissuaded and you all have no idea how much I need them sometimes. I’m so sorry this chapter is so late. Life’s been hectic and crazy and I’m so far behind in everything.

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Chapter 13 – Clarity


Tseng came to consciousness slowly, groggy and still tired from a night full of dreams tainted by memories he’d rather forget. Beneath the lids of his eyes, he could still see the shadow of his brother’s face… the despair etched into every curve and line…the last time he’d ever looked upon it. In his dreams, Sian’s face kept blurring and changing, other’s taking his form, just as they had Tseng’s heart. Then his brother’s face would return, just as his guilt and anguish always did. He could only curse his mind, hating how his dreams, even at their most abstract, still made perfect sense to him.

He forced his eyes open to dispel the vision, only to find a tangle of blonde strands perched on his chest… blonde strands that belonged to one of the ghosts who haunted his dreams. A part of him was convinced that he was still asleep, that his twisted subconsciousness had decided he hadn’t suffered enough for one night. It couldn’t be true, Rufus couldn’t be here after reading of all his sins…. could he?

Lifting a hand so slowly that it trembled, he reached out towards the vision of his lover, his heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears as nervousness and fear combined and tried to steal his breath away. Just as he was about to touch, just as the outmost strands tickled the tips of his fingers, Rufus stirred, turning his face upwards to gaze at him sleepily.

“Tseng,” the blonde murmured roughly, his voice little more than a whisper as the corners of his mouth rose into a small smile. Tseng could only stare back, frozen in place as he waited for his lover’s face to blur, for his appearance to change, just as it always did in his dreams.

Rufus seemed to notice something was wrong, his dazed eyes clearing in a heartbeat as his smile disappeared. Blue eyes flicked to Tseng’s outstretched hand and back to his lover’s face, fear and concern making the blonde’s pupils widen.

“Tseng? What’s wrong?” Rufus asked, uncertainty bleeding into his voice as he sat up, his hand warm on the Turk’s cheek as it caressed gently. “Can you hear me?”

“Y… you’re really here?” Tseng whispered, his hand finally moving to thread through soft blonde hair. “I’m not still asleep?”

The younger man smirked, lifting an eyebrow in a look that was arrogant enough to convince Tseng that this was indeed the real Rufus Shinra. In his dreams, Rufus was always so sweet….

“You dream about me?” the blonde asked, looking far too pleased at the idea. “Oh, do tell.”

“Nightmares, actually,” Tseng answered, a small grin forming on his own lips as he let his eyes drink in the other’s face. Rufus scoffed, pouting as he withdrew his hand from Tseng’s cheek.

“Liar. If they were nightmares, you wouldn’t look so happy to see me now,” he retorted, his pout morphing into a self-satisfied grin.

“I’m happy because having you in reality is far better than having you in my dreams,” Tseng consented, deciding to give Rufus this victory. “Although, you are sweeter in my dreams.”

“Sweet? Oh, goddess, that is a nightmare,” Rufus retorted, looking horrified enough to make Tseng chuckle out loud.

“They’re my dreams and I’ll have you as I wish in them,” the Head Turk replied, his eyes watching as the President decided whether to argue or not. Finally, the young man just sighed, smiling as he settled back onto Tseng’s chest, his chin resting on his folded hands.

“It is good to see you smile again,” he mused, slightly leaning into the hand that still threaded through his hair. “It’s been far too rare a sight lately.”

“You’re good for me,” Tseng simply replied, enjoying the sight of Rufus’ smile widening. The young man’s ego was so easy to stroke up, the same as certain other parts of him.

“As are you for me,” Rufus replied, tilting his head on one side as he continued. “But enough of this mutual ass kissing. There are other things we need to discuss.”

Tseng sighed, knowing that the next subject would not be so pleasant. “So, I assume you read my diary,” he murmured softly, looking out the nearby window but still stroking his lover’s hair. “And yet here you are, by my side.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? There is nothing in that book that you need be ashamed of,” Rufus said stubbornly, a challenge clear in his voice. “Although, it clearly shows that some others should be ashamed of their actions.”

“You think it was Sian’s fault?” Tseng bit back, his eyes jerking back to Rufus with a frown as his temper flared in defence of his brother.

“I didn’t say that, Tseng. It’s your parents and your relatives that should be ashamed, not you or Sian,” Rufus muttered, frowning back at the older man. “You really thought I would blame you or your brother? Honestly, Tseng, by your age I would think you would have worked out who was at fault in that scenario.”

“What we did was wrong, Rufus. Even you can’t deny that,” Tseng replied, but his voice lacked conviction. “Ask anybody, anywhere and they will tell you that what we did was wrong and twisted.”

“Oh, bullshit! Me fucking Lazard over our father’s desk is wrong and twisted. You and your brother falling in love in a household ruled by cold, judgemental parents who wouldn’t accept you the way the goddess made you, isn’t,” Rufus retorted, sitting up again and stubbornly gazing down at his lover.

“You fucked Lazard over your father’s desk?” Tseng asked, one eyebrow rising up.

“That’s not the point, Tseng. The point is, you and Sian only had each other to cling to, only had each other to love and give and receive affection from. It was your other family members that made it wrong by tearing you away from each other and blaming the child that they could spare, the one who wasn’t going to inherit the role of family leader. Those bastards never really cared for either of you, only for what they could use you for,” Rufus insisted, his frown deepening. “Unfortunately, I am all too familiar with their type.”

“Looks like maybe we have more in common than I realized,” Tseng whispered, sitting up to pull the blonde into his embrace. “How did you bare it? At least I had Sian to help me through, but you were all alone.”

“I wasn’t that alone. After all, I had you eventually,” Rufus’ replied, his words muffled by Tseng’s chest. “Kinda explains my obsession with you.”

“One I was completely unaware of. I wish you would have told me earlier,” the Turk said softly, his hands rubbing over the President’s back. “I was just as obsessed with you, after all. Think of all the fun we could have had together.”

Rufus chuckled, pulling back so he could look into the Wutain’s eyes. “Well, we’ll just have to make up for it now, won’t we? Speaking of obsessions and fun, there is one last subject that I must bring up that you are not going to like.”

Tseng frowned, not really wanting to have to discuss anything else after everything they had already gone over. “Haven’t we had enough revelations for one morning?” he asked hopefully, sighing when he saw the determined look shining from Rufus’ eyes.

“No, one can never have too many revelations, and we’re on a roll now, so I wish to take advantage of that,” the blonde said stubbornly, pushing the Turk flat on his back and moving to straddle his hips.

“Rufus, I’m not going anywhere, so you don’t have to pin me down,” the Turk retorted, resting his hands on his lover’s hips. “Whatever it is, just spit it out.”

“We need to talk about Yazoo,” Rufus began, putting a finger up to Tseng lips to silence him when the Turk tried to interrupt. “I think I understand now why you reacted the way you did to seeing him and Kadaj kissing earlier. It reminded you of what you and Sian went through, of all those feelings of hurt and betrayal, but you can’t let your past cloud your judgement now. The remnants only had each other to cling to, just like you and Sian, and condemning them for that makes you no better than you parents and uncle.”

Tseng flinched at the last part, looking away shamefully. Rufus was right, his treatment of Yazoo and the remnants was no better than his own family’s treatment of him. For most of his life, he had struggled with what he and Sian had done, hating himself for his weakness and all the pain it had caused. He wanted to believe Rufus, to believe that what happened wasn’t his fault, to hate his parents and uncle for what they had done instead, but still the guilt flared up and twisted in his chest.

Could he love Yazoo and be with him, knowing that his brothers would always be a part of his life? Would his own insecurities and past hurts taint any relationship he tried to develop with the beautiful young man? Could he really accept Yazoo, without feeling jealous of what he shared with Kadaj and Loz, as Rufus did? Stand back and let the remnants love each other, as his family never did for him and Sian? If he didn’t, would separating them have the same tragic results?

“Tseng, please don’t close down on me. I know this is hard for you and I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t stand by and let you make the same mistake your parents did,” Rufus implored, making Tseng turn back towards him and meet his eyes.

“I know, Rufus,” he began, his voice no more than a whisper. “You’re right and I can see that now. It just… seeing them together set off a whole encyclopaedia of memories that I’d been trying to forget and… and it still hurts so much. I want… I want to give him what mother and father never gave me.”

Rufus reached out, pulling him up into a sitting position and wrapping his arms around him tightly. “Unconditional love,” the blonde murmured, laying a kiss to the Turk’s hair. “I know it hurts. Your parents betrayed you, sent you off to be tortured by your own uncle, treated you as some monster when all you were, was somebody desperate to be loved. Honestly, it’s all I can do to stop myself flying over to Wutai and beating the life out of all of them.”

“Veld already beat you to that,” Tseng murmured, his own arms clinging to Rufus. “He killed my uncle and aunty, but I managed to stop him before he got to my parents.”

“How did he find out?” Rufus asked, rubbing small circles on Tseng’s back. “And why did you stop him from getting to your parents?”

“He searched my room and found my diary,” Tseng answered, pulling back from Rufus’ embrace to look into the younger man’s eyes with a frown. “And I never wanted my parents killed, Rufus. I still love them, even if they never loved me. Besides, they’ve suffered enough already.”

“How so? I would think you and Sian were the only two who suffered over all of this,” Rufus muttered, his face showing his lack of sympathy for Tseng’s parents.

“They were the one’s who found Sian, after he… he killed himself,” Tseng whispered, closing his eyes as feelings of guilt and pain threatened to drown him. Sian’s suicide would always be his cross to bear, his greatest mistake. If only he had taken his brother with him that night….

“It’s not your fault,” Rufus’ voice demanded, cutting into the spiral of guilt that threatened to consume him. “There was no way you could have known he would do that.”

“It is my fault,” Tseng answered flatly, opening his eyes once more. “The last night I saw him, that night when my parents came, everything went perfectly until I saw him. I didn’t know Sian would be there and as soon as I looked at him, they knew. They could see my words were lies and that I still loved him, still wanted him so desperately.”

Tseng turned towards the window, no longer able to hold his lover’s gaze as he forced himself to admit to Rufus, what he’d never admitted to anyone before. “Later that night, he came to me with a plan for us both to escape and leave Wutai behind forever. I… I…,” Tseng stuttered, taking a deep breath to regain some control before forcing the last of his confession out. “I betrayed him. Drugged him and then left, taking both the tickets to Midgar so he couldn’t follow. Left him lying on the floor, crying out my name… begging me not to leave him.” His last words were barely recognisable as his voice had fallen to a whisper, his vision blurring with selfish tears.

He felt hands on his face, turning him back towards the blonde, so he closed his eyes, not wanting to see Rufus disappointment in him, the condemnation that would surely be in those blue eyes. “Why? Why didn’t you go together?” his lover’s voice questioned softly.

“B…because I thought… I believed by then what my uncle said. I believed it was my fault. I thought that the only way to save him was… was to leave him,” Tseng fought out through the swirl of emotions ripping through his mind. “I didn’t want to! It hurt… it hurt so fucking much to walk away.”

Suddenly, he was pulled back into Rufus’ embrace and he could hear his lover’s heart beating fast. “You stupid, self sacrificing, wonderful man,” Rufus whispered, one hand holding Tseng’s head gently to the blonde’s shoulder while the other rubbed his back. “Do you realise that everything you’ve just told me only makes me love you more?”

Tseng was shocked by the words, not understanding how they could be true. He pulled back enough to look into his lover’s face, finding eyes full of love looking back at him. “What?” he spluttered, confused and wide eyed.

“A lesser man would have begun to hate Sian, angry that he got off with no punishment when you were made to suffer so much. But not you. No matter what they did to you, you still loved him, still wanted what was best for him, still put him above yourself. You walked away from everything you ever knew to go to a place where you had nothing and nobody, just to give him a chance to live a normal life. Those bastards may have managed to brainwash you into believing that it was your fault, but they never managed to touch the love you felt for Sian.”

“That… that doesn’t bring him back,” Tseng whispered, making Rufus smile sadly at him as he reached up to wipe the tears from the Turk’s cheeks.

“No it doesn’t. But you have to realize, Sian loved you so much he didn’t want to live without you. He never understood that you loved him just as much. He didn’t know what had been done to you, how you’d been brainwashed into believing that you would be your brother’s undoing. Your parents never let him see the truth of what was done to you and he wasn’t strong enough to break free of their hold. None of that is your fault, Tseng. You only did the best you could, with the knowledge you had at the time,” Rufus insisted.

Tseng could find no words to respond, instead leaning into Rufus’ chest and holding him tightly. He wanted to believe his lover’s words but didn’t know if he ever could. At least Rufus now knew all his dirty secrets and there was nothing left to hide. He had opened up completely and still, the blonde was here in his arms, loving him and accepting him, faults and all. That realization made all the rest bearable.

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Reno woke up alone, frowning at the emptiness in the room. He’d gone to sleep in his partner’s arms, warm and completely satisfied after one of the best sexual experiences he’d had in his life. Sure, he’d bottomed before, but nobody had ever made him feel like that while receiving. The only negative was waking up alone and cold, unsure as to what would happen next and when they would talk to Loz and Kadaj about what had happened.

The thought of the youngest remnant had Reno up and heading for the shower, eager to hold the little one in his arms once more. The whole partner swapping issue was confusing and new to Reno, despite how experienced he led everyone to believe he was. He’d only ever dated one person at a time in the past and all of them were before he joined the Turks, when he was still a boy. While a Turk, he’d had sexual partners, but no relationships and he was worried about doing the wrong thing and losing the person he wanted the most.

Five minutes later he was out, dressing quickly and heading towards the kitchen. He found Rude there alone, cooking up a storm, as was his usual morning routine. Reno would have teased him for being a substitute mother to them all, but he didn’t want the big Turk to get offended and refuse to cook anymore. Most mornings, Rude’s breakfasts were the only thing that got him out of bed.

“Hey, partner,” he said cheerily, hiding his worry over what they’d done the night
before. “Something sure smells good in here.”

“Morning, Reno,” Rude said with a smile, putting down the spoon in his hand and walking over to Reno to pull him into a deep kiss. Reno made a squeak of surprise before closing his eyes and returning the kiss, his body pressing into the other Turk of its own accord. When they broke apart, Reno was breathless and a little dazed, looking up at his partner with a blush across his cheeks.

“You are far too tempting, Reno,” Rude growled, his hand giving Reno’s ass a quick squeeze before he released the stunned redhead and returned to his cooking. “Could you go and wake up the others, please? Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes.”

Reno just stared at Rude, shocked by the greeting he’d received. It wasn’t until Rude turned back towards him and lifted an eyebrow in question that he managed to force his body to move. “S… sure,” he mumbled, turning away and heading for the remnants room.

He opened the door, still a little distracted by Rude’s greeting, and heard the sound of the shower running. At least one of the boys was up, so he approached the bed to wake the others. The blankets were pulled up over the heads of the two in the bed, so Reno leant over and reached for the edge to pull it down. Suddenly, his arm was grabbed and he was flipped over, ending up on his back with two sets of green, slitted eyes smiling down at him mischievously.

“Good morning, lover,” Kadaj purred, while Loz just continued to grin, both remnants holding one of his arms each. Reno opened his mouth to object to the rough treatment but his words were cut off by an enthusiastic kiss from the smallest remnant, his thoughts of annoyance swept away.

Kadaj released his arm, moving half way on top of him and grinding his hips against Reno as their kiss deepened. The youngest remnant began making those little noises that Reno loved so much and the redhead moved his free arm up to grab the little one’s backside, squeezing it gently. Suddenly, the Turk felt another set of lips moving down his neck, sucking and biting a line down to his shoulder as a hand, too large to be Kadaj’s, slipped inside his pants and wrapped around his cock. The redhead tensed up, his nerves getting the better of him as he broke from Kadaj’s lips.

“S… stop,” Reno gasped, blushing as his hips jerked up into Loz’s hand.

“What’s wrong?” Kadaj asked, looking a little worried.

“It’s just… I… breakfast will be ready in… a minute… there’s no time…,” Reno stuttered out, his words breaking off with a hiss as Loz began to stroke him, firm and slow.

“There’s time,” Loz said softly, leaning in to kiss Reno, his every move dominate but gentle, reminding Reno of Rude.

“Besides, if we take too long, it will only be Rude that comes in to get us. Maybe he’d like to join in,” Kadaj whispered in the redheads ear, as Loz released his lips.

“I know for a fact that he wouldn’t mind,” Loz agreed, smiling at Reno as the redhead flicked his gaze between the two.

“But I’ve never… I mean with more than one partner, I’ve never…,” Reno stuttered, trying to explain but having trouble lining up his words as Loz’s hand in his pants began to move faster.

“It’s alright, Reno. We’ll show you what to do and look after you,” Loz replied, looking over at Kadaj. “Won’t we, Daj?”

“Definitely,” the youngest purred, his smile widening. “I will never let anyone hurt you, Reno. You should know that by now.”

Kadaj lay a quick kiss to the redhead’s lips before moving his kisses down his jaw. Reno closed his eyes, surrendering his control for the second time in the last twenty-four hours with a simple sigh. He felt his pants being removed, Loz slowly licking a line up his thigh that made him shiver as it got closer to his cock. The eldest remnant didn’t tease once he reached his destination, swallowing Reno’s whole length in one quick movement that had the redhead’s hips jerking up to met him.

“Loz…,” Reno moaned, his free hand grasping onto short, silver locks as the eldest hummed around his shaft.

“You like that, Reno? Like the feel of Loz’s mouth wrapped around you… all wet and warm?” Kadaj murmured. Reno opened his eyes to look at his little lover, just in time to catch the boy licking over his nipple with a wicked smirk, making Reno bite his lip.

“Feels… amazing,” the redhead replied, breathing hard as he moved the hand on Kadaj’s backside up to thread through the youngest hair. “I want to taste you… want you in my mouth… now.”

“Oh, baby,” Kadaj whimpered, his eyes wide as his hand moved down to give his own length a quick stroke. “I would love that.”

Loz released Reno’s cock, looking up at both the other men with a grin. “Then what are we waiting for?” he asked, making Kadaj roll his eyes at his brother and chuckle.

“What… I mean, how should we do this?” Reno asked, blushing in embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being this unsure, as usually he knew exactly what to do next, in the bedroom anyway.

“Lie on you side, facing Daj,” Loz instructed, watching as the redhead moved into place. “And Daj, you lie on your side facing him, but upside down.”

“Oh, I like your idea, brother,” Kadaj whispered as he moved into place, head to hip with his lover. Reno could feel his little lover’s breath ghosting over the head of his cock and he moved his own hand to stroke Kadaj’s length, bringing it to his lips to suckle on the head. “Goddess… Reno… yes,” the smallest remnant panted, thrusting a little into Reno’s mouth as his own cock was surrounded by warm heat.

“Perfect,” Loz murmured from behind Reno, placing a hand on the redhead’s thigh. Reno could only hum in agreement, loving the feeling of giving as he received. Loz began to move, lying down behind the Turk slowly, the hand on Reno’s thigh rubbing small comforting circles. The concern and care in the gesture did calm him, allowing him to relax into the new experience and forget his misgivings. The position reminded Reno of the morning when he had awoken to Loz grinding against him and he pushed his hips back into the eldest’s, mumbling out a moan as Loz pushed forward, his bare cock warm and hard against the cleft of Reno’s backside.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Loz growled in his ear softly, his voice sending shivers up the redhead’s spine as he felt a slick finger slip between his cheeks and play over his entrance. “First I’m going to play though. Want to see you begging for it… begging for it from me.”

Reno could only whimper around Kadaj’s cock as one finger slipped inside, pushed into the second knuckle as Loz began to suck up a mark on the back of his neck. Keeping true to his words, it seemed like forever before another finger was added, Reno already thrusting forward into Kadaj’s mouth and back onto the two fingers as he began to approach his peak. He didn’t want to come yet, so he released Kadaj’s cock, breathing in deeply before he attempted to speak.

“Too… too good. Daj, you gotta… stop. I’m gonna come…,” he stuttered out. Kadaj reluctantly released him, grinning up at Reno’s face before his eyes flicked to Loz’s. Reno watched the youngest, sitting up on his knees and stroking himself slowly as he leant his head to one side, his eyes focused over the redhead’s shoulder at Loz.

“Good idea, brother,” his lover suddenly said, Reno frowning slightly at the sudden words. Loz’s mouth was still sucking on Reno’s neck, so he knew the oldest hadn’t said a word. He would have asked, his Turk curiosity perking up despite all the distractions, if Rude hadn’t picked that exact moment to enter the bedroom.

“Reno, I told you ten minutes. Why hasn’t anyone turned up y….,” Rude’s words began, suddenly cutting off abruptly. “Well, that answers my question.”

“Good morning, Rude,” Kadaj said, Reno watching the uncertainty in his lover’s eyes. “I hope you don’t mind but we woke up in the mood to play.” The youngest held out his hand then, his eyes holding Rude’s as he asked, “Do you want to play too?”

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Yazoo peaked out of the bathroom door, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Reno was lying on his back with Kadaj over him, upside down. Both were swallowing each others cocks but they weren’t alone. Loz was behind Reno, slowly thrusting in and out as Rude stood behind Kadaj, doing the same. Yazoo was stunned. Knowing his brother’s had been planning this for some time was one thing, seeing it for oneself, completely a different matter.

His eyes were drawn to Kadaj, his little brother looking so tiny in the midst of the larger men. He was a little worried at first, taking into account how well endowed Loz had said the dark Turk was, but Kadaj was obviously in no pain. He actually looked like he was enjoying it so much that Yazoo had to adjust his own pants at the sounds Kadaj was making, the noises muffled around Reno’s cock.

Biting his lip, his arousal convinced him it was time to get out of the room. He had promised himself he wouldn’t be with his brother’s like this anymore, determined to resist temptation and try and win the heart of Tseng. Rufus, he knew, would love him no less if he gave in, but Tseng was another matter. Just kissing Kadaj had angered the head Turk, making him turn cold eyes on Yazoo that he could still see, if he closed his own. That look had hurt, so much more than he could say out loud, but maybe, maybe he still had a chance.

Opening the door slowly, he quietly crept the short distance to the main door, opening it and slipping through with a last glance backwards. Nobody had seemed to notice, all four too lost in each other to see his escape. He quietly pulled the door shut, still being able to hear the noises of enjoyment through the wood. Sighing he walked out to the kitchen head down and arms wrapped around his waist in an attempt to comfort himself. He hadn’t felt this alone ever before, not even when mother had left them. Then, he’d still had Daj and Loz but now…

How long would Rufus keep trying if Tseng refused to give him a chance? A week? A month? Would the President just give in immediately if the head Turk refused? Was Tseng really so disgusted with just one kiss that he would throw him away for ever?

Walking over to the coffee machine, he turned it on, leaning on the bench with both hands out in front. His head hung down between his arms as he stared at the brewing, dark liquid, lost in his own fears and trying to block out the sounds of pleasure he could still hear coming from down the hall.

“Yazoo?” a voice said softly from behind him, making him jump and jerk around suddenly, startled by the sudden company. Rufus stood looking at him with worry clear in his eyes, Tseng behind the President with his arms wrapped around the blonde’s waist. Yazoo turned away, not meeting the Turk’s eyes. He really couldn’t face the disappointment or anger he’d find there right now, his nerves too raw with uncertainty and fear.

“Yazoo, what is wrong?” Rufus’ voice repeated, closer now and just behind him.

“Nothing,” he answered quickly, staring at the coffee once more while wishing they would both just get whatever they were here for and go back to bed. There was only so long he could hold himself together with them both so close but still unreachable.

He flinched when hands slipped around his waist, Rufus arms pulling him gently backwards and away from the counter top, into an embrace that he’d been longing for. Yazoo couldn’t help but stiffen as he was turned around, closing his eyes to protect the emotions he was trying to hide from the President and Turk’s keen gazes. Rufus nuzzled his cheek, making him suck in a breath as he worried over how Tseng would react to the affectionate gesture. His breath hitched as his question was answered, a second set of hands slowly coming to rest on his thighs as the Turk pressed against his back.

“Forgive me for being unreasonable,” the Turks voice whispered in Yazoo’s ear, the remnant trembling as his eyes flashed open to meet Rufus’ grin. “I… I wish for a second chance.”

Yazoo opened his lips to respond, only to stop when a particularly loud moan echoed down the hallway, making Rufus raise an eyebrow and glance towards it. “Who is that making so much damn noise?” he muttered, frowning at the interruption.

“Maybe we should move this discussion to a more private setting?” Tseng commented, laying a gentle kiss to the edge of Yazoo’s ear. Rufus turned back, giving the silver haired youth a reassuring smile.

“Good idea,” he said, stepping back but keeping hold of one of Yazoo’s hands. “Shall we, Yazoo?”

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TBC