You're the One I Can't Resist

At first… this chapter was going to be non-stop hardcore plot advancement… Then I decided I wanted a chapter that consisted of nothing but Reno on his back for five pages… In the end I decided that no one ever said that sex wasn’t plot advancement… so I sat down to write just that and a bunch of plot slipped in on me anyway.

Please enjoy:

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Reno winced at the sting of disinfectant on his skin.

“Fuck Rude! Are you pouring acid on my face!?” he complained, pushing his partner’s hand away and standing up to examine his face in the mirror. Well, his was skin was still there, at least. He prodded at the bruised cheek bone carefully, hissing in pain.

“Sit down.”

Reno leveled a flat look at his partner, staring at his own reflection in mirrored sun glasses for a long moment. “Fine!” Reno threw his hands up in the air in an overdramatic fashion, sitting on the edge of his partner’s bathtub with a pout. “But no more fucking acid!”

Rude just shook his head, bandaging the areas where the skin had broken open quickly. “If you hate me patching you up so much, maybe you should stop getting your ass kicked so often.” The dark skinned man stood up and walked out of the room, ignoring the red head’s indignant squawk.

“Hey! That’s not fair! You always get the easy ones! I… wait! Are you laughing at me?”

Rude patted his partner on the head, affectionately ruffling his hair. The red head gave in with a sigh. “You should at least offer me a drink to cheer me up; it’s what any good partner would do.”

“I guess you’ll want me to drive your drunken ass home afterwards, too, won’t you?”

The red head grinned triumphantly. “You’re such a generous guy.” He patted Rude on the shoulder and waltzed toward the front door.


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Looking back on things, Reno decided that the trip to the bar had definitely not been one of his better ideas. It wasn’t that he drank too much, or hit on anyone big enough to kick his ass if they didn’t like it, or caused a scene, or any of his usual antics… It was that he’d opened his big fucking mouth and said too much when Rude already seemed to have noticed something was wrong.

His partner would never make him talk if he wasn’t ready to, but Rude had spent most of the night watching him expectantly. Not pressuring him, exactly, but making damn sure Reno know that he knew something was up, and that if he needed to talk…

If that weren’t enough… Reno had let his frustration build to the point where he’d nearly slipped and said something not once, but several times.

The red head walked into the door of his apartment and tossed his blazer over the back of the couch, the conversation from the drive here still playing in his mind.

“It’s not as funny as you seem to think it is, Rude. Anyone could beat up a walking brick wall with cotton for brains. I always get stuck with the quick guys and the fucking smart ones. You wanna try getting your ass outta some of the traps these fucking Remnants set?”

Reno had realized his mistake as soon as it was out of his mouth. Luckily, he’d been saved by their arrival at his building, and made his quick retreat before he had to explain what exactly had happened while they were separated in that last fight.

Hell, Reno wasn’t even sure he *could* explain. He hadn’t given it much thought, and he didn’t fucking want to. All he knew was that he’d enjoyed what had transpired way too much for it to have been a good decision. Worse yet, he couldn’t say he hadn’t been a willing participant… Sure he hadn’t been at first, but he’d given in too easily to pretend he wouldn’t probably do the same thing again given the choice.

“Fuck!” He swore loudly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in the general direction his blazer had been hurled. He’d pick them up in the morning. He kicked off his shoes and socks and headed for the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator while undoing his belt, snapped the top off using the edge of the counter and headed down his hallway. He pushed his pants off somewhere near the bathroom and thought about showering, but quickly decided it could wait till morning. He had some serious not thinking to do.

The naked red head flopped down on his stomach with a grunt, bouncing slightly off the mattress before settling down. He thought about showering again briefly, but settled for rolling to his back to take a long drink. He managed to do so without spilling on himself, even lying down. Reno sighed in satisfaction, and then promptly choked when he opened his eyes.

The red head’s drink fell from his hand and by the time it hit the floor Reno’s hand was under his pillow reaching for his gun… that wasn’t there. Fuck, he really hoped the silver haired teen was here for pleasure, not business.

Reno looked up at the pretty boy sitting in his window with a sheepish smile. “Talk about getting caught with your pants down.” He paused for a moment, not really sure what approach to take with the Remnant. “Guess there’s no point in grabbing for any of the other guns either, is there?”

Yazoo gave a sweet smile and shook his head. “I must say, it was a bit difficult finding them all. Not that you’ll need them. If I were here to kill you, you’d be dead already. I’m here for my own reasons, not my brother’s orders.”

Reno sprawled casually on his bed with a relaxed looking pose. “Been here long?” He asked meekly, still looking uncertain.

The Remnant shook his head in response. “I arrived here shortly after you and your partner went into the… bar.” His mouth seemed to twist distastefully at the word, which, despite the situation, Reno found vaguely amusing.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” the red head said, gaining enough confidence that he wasn’t in any real danger to attempt a joke, “Are you going to tell me what you’re here for? Or did you just come to tuck me in before I go to sleep?”

Yazoo snarled irritably. He was on top of Reno, pinning him down in a moment. “You should be smart enough to have figured out what I’m here for by now. So tell me: Are you going to continue to play games with me? Or are you going to allow me to finish what I started properly?”

Reno was surprised to find how much that one simple question affected him. He was vaguely surprised he was being given a choice at all. It’s not like Yazoo couldn’t simply beat him to within an inch of his life and take what he wasn’t anyway. He relaxed in the silver haired teen’s grip, assuming that, paired with the awakening member between his legs was a sufficient response to get him to understand.

The Remnant seemed pleased at his choice of submission and he was rewarded with a surprisingly gently kiss that he responded to eagerly. When Yazoo released his grip on the Turk’s arms, Reno quickly brought his hands up to tangle in long, silky silver hair. Yazoo responded with a soft purr, wrapping his tongue around the red head’s and sucking softly.

Suddenly, the grip on his hair tightened slightly and Yazoo broke the kiss with a questioning look.

“You’re a little over dressed for this, don’t you think?” Reno released his grip on the teen’s hair in favor of latching onto his zipper. He slid the metal open, eyes glancing over the exposed torso approvingly. His fingers slid up from Yazoo’s stomach to push the heavy fabric down over surprisingly well-muscled shoulders.

Yazoo batted the red head’s hands away after a moment and stood, pushing his garment the rest of the way down his body. He smirked at the admiring glance Reno was giving him. He pushed lightly at the pale chest, coaxing Reno to lie back down. He crawled, almost predatorily, up between the Turk’s thighs and was surprised when pale arms wrapped around his shoulders and he was pulled into a kiss and quickly given control over it.

The Remnant pondered the unique taste of the red head for a moment and decided that he found it highly pleasing. He tilted the Turk’s head back slightly for better access and hummed softly in contentment as he explored the warm cavern with his tongue. Reno’s sudden responsiveness wasn’t entirely unlikely, but it was still a pleasant surprise and Yazoo ground his hips down to demonstrate his approval.

Reno moaned softly against his mouth and brought a long leg up to wrap around the Remnant’s waist in response effectively spreading himself wide for the teen to do as he pleased with him.

Yazoo ran fingers down Reno’s sides, nails brushing over the skin lightly. He pulled his mouth away from the Turk’s to watch his reaction as his fingers slid along the outside of a smooth hip, down to probe lightly at the puckered entrance between his thighs. He slid a slim finger slowly inside the twitching hole, and wasn’t disappointed with the reaction on the expressive face below him.

The Turk’s head was tilted back slightly, eyes closed tightly. His lips parted in a quiet gasp that quickly turned into a low moan as a second finger was pushed inside of him and both were forced deeper.

The Remnant nipped lightly at his jaw, twisting the fingers inside of him before scissoring them ever so slightly. “You naughty boy,” he purred, sliding his fingers over Reno’s prostate slowly. “Have you really been walking around with my seed inside of you since our last encounter? You’re so wet I could slide right into you.”

Reno’s face turned a vivid red in response. He looked down, to avoid eye contact, but found that the site of what Yazoo was doing to him was too arousing to watch.

“You’re so sexy, without even meaning to be and you’re so adorable that I may have to steal you away so no one else can play with my pretty toy.” He stroked the red head’s prostate hard one more time before slowly removing his torturous fingers and offering them to Reno.

This time, he was the one biting back a groan when the red head began to suck softly at the slick digits while shooting him a look of uncertain section. Yazoo nearly quivered at the way that soft tongue worked over his fingers and he made a mental note to fully explore the Turk’s oral talents at a later point. For now, he simply pulled his hand out of his lover again, aligned himself between pale, perfect thighs and pushed inside the deliciously tight body beneath him slowly.

Yazoo’s rock hard member slid easily inside the slick passage and he was quickly deeply as he could go. He attempted to pause a brief moment, less he orgasm embarrassingly fast, but the red head was having none of it. Reno writhed under his lover, soft pleading sounds emerging from his throat.

Any self control Yazoo may have possessed vanished instantly. He propped himself up on his forearms and quickly pulled out and began a swift pace; pushing back in the second he’d pulled out as though he couldn’t stand to leave the tight head of the red head any longer than he absolutely had to.

Reno’s thighs spread further as he planted his feet on the mattress to meet the pretty teen thrust for thrust. His hands scrambled for grip on the muscular shoulders above him, but couldn’t seem to manage to find a grip. His nails left long, raised, red welts across the otherwise unmarked skin. His cock was trapped between their torsos, and each thrust produced delicious friction to the erect organ. Pre-cum dripped from the head, mixing with sweat and only serving to enhance the pleasure further. “Ya… Yazoo…” He whispered softly, biting his lip hard for a moment before continuing. “Deep…er.” He choked out.

The Remnant glanced up at this Turk’s face and smiled at the lustful expression. He slowed his rhythm and captured the red head’s mouth in a gentle kiss. Reno’s lips immediately parted for his probing tongue, his own slick muscle tangling with the teen’s eagerly as he released a pleased sounding moan. Yazoo swallowed the delicious sound happily, surprised to find he enjoyed the faint taste of himself in the red head’s mouth. His cock twitched and the thought and he ground himself down deeper into his lover.

Fingers tangled in Yazoo’s silken hair once more, pulling him as close as possible with a weak groan. The slow grinding motion the Remnant had chosen to employ was putting direct, constant pressure on Reno’s prostate and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

The two lover’s mouths parted at last for air and Reno panted raggedly as Yazoo’s slow thrusts from deep to deeper pushed him near the edge. The Remnant seemed to sense that his lover was on the brink and began putting more force behind his movements. The red head had him nearly at his peak as well. The beautiful body, the amazing level of responsiveness… Reno had his self control stretched to a limit he didn’t know it could reach.

Yazoo brushed his mouth over the red head’s face, trailing light kisses over the skin there to his ear. “Pretty toy, you’ve got me at my limit. Will you cum with me?”

He received a small, jerking nod in response.

“I’m so close.”

The red head’s quiet whisper was answered with a low growl. He wrapped his arms around the body underneath him with inhuman strength, choking out what might have been the Turk’s name quietly.

The close contact was enough for Reno. His body shook almost violently as his release spilled out between them warmly. His vision ran dark along the edges, and for a moment, he thought he may lose consciousness.

Not more than two thrusts later, Yazoo followed suit and he spurted his hot seed into the Turk’s pliant body. He thrust weekly till he’d more than finished and collapsed atop his lover still buried inside of him. He took a few deep, calming breaths, wondering what it was about the red head that caused him to lose control like this.

He eventually loosened his grip on Reno, although he made no attempt to climb off of the delicate looking body. Instead, he buried his face against the arm throat and cuddled up tiredly to his chest practically purring.

Reno smiled at this, running his fingers over the back of the Remnant’s head soothingly, As far as he was concerned, there was no need to move yet either. The soft sound of his lover’s breathing was soothing and he’d nearly fallen asleep when he heard a soft voice speaking. He realized it was Yazoo and lifted his yeah with a soft “Hm?”

The Remnant gazed up at him with heavy lidded eyes that flashed briefly with something Reno didn’t have time to identify. “I was just saying: It’s too bad we had to meet the way we did.”

The Turk frowned at this statement, even though he agreed completely. “So where does this leave us?”

Yazoo nipped lightly at the vein in the side of Reno’s neck lightly before answering. “It leaves us laying together feeling very satisfied for now, dreading the next time that we meet in battle and wondering if this will make it more difficult for us to kill each other.”

Reno frowned, pushing his lover off of, and out of him so he could sit up. He rolled over and grabbed a random shirt from the floor which he used to wipe his torso clean. The shirt was flung off to a dark corner childishly. Of all the fucked up situations he could’ve gotten himself into.

The silver haired teen, less than pleased at the loss of his lover’s warm body, scooted close enough to wrap his arms possessively around Reno’s waist. The red head allowed himself to be pulled back down to the pillows and smiled softly when Yazoo grabbed his arms to wrap them around his body before settling close against him.

“Worry about it next time we fight,” he commanded firmly.

Reno couldn’t help the amused giggle that slipped form between his lips at the slightly childish tone of the Remnant’s voice. Okay, so maybe he was in a fucked up situation, but he supposed it could be worse, and if he regretted it later, then he’d just have to live with it. For now, he scooted closer to the warm body next to his, and was sleeping contentedly in record time.


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Responses to my lovely reviewers:

Aya: Haha. Thank you.
It's something I always worry about... and something you never know if you've done well until someone TELLS you.
Cannibal and Jamie: ::blushes.::
Thank you so much. You made me really WANT to write more.
Shini: Honestly. I don't really know what to say.
That ONE battle was the ONLY time Reno and Yazoo would have had any substantial amount of time alone with no one to interfere... so I'm surprised the idea hasn't been beaten like a dead horse.