Electric Haven

SapphireDog - Vincent/Yazoo to NIN - Closer (Even found a Hellsing AMV for ya hun, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHVf9dJg_DI&feature=related)

'Internal thought'

~ (Time/Story focus shift)

*Song Lyrics*

Warnings: Anal, AU/AR, M/M, Oral, Yaoi

A/N: Ok, fair warning. This is AU so there are changes to people's personalities and looks a little. You will definitely notice this with Vincent in this chapter. If enough people like how he is though, I may include him in Tainted and give him a history to let you know how these changes happened. Its the same basic background, just a few fun modifications.

~Electric Haven~

"Hey Reno? Where is the-" Yazoo paused as he entered the dressing room, blue-green eyes widening with surprise.

Zack was sitting rather comfortably on Reno's lap and apparently enjoying the taste of the redhead's neck. The silver-haired man gaped for a moment before his mouth closed audibly and he turned out of the room. As the door closed, the brunette gave a smile, "You know he's going to kill us for this right?"

Long fingers brushed through the dark strands as Reno smirked, "Nah, it'll just be my ass. He finds you too annoying to mess with. 'Sides, Kitten needs to learn to loosen up, yo. I've tried to push him to experiment with others but he keeps himself so closed up it's like talking to a nun." A wicked chuckle left the redhead, "Luckily though, I've seen the one man that could turn the most hardcore nun into a nympho eying Kitten the last few shows."

Dark eyebrows rose with surprise, "Spooky's back? Hm, guess we have nothing to worry about then. We'll probably be the last thing on Yaz's mind if ole' Spook has his way about it."

~

Yazoo fumed as he stormed down the hall, anyone within glaring distance immediately scurrying to leave the man alone. It gave him some satisfaction to see them hurrying to get out of his way and as his anger left him, he gave a tired sigh. Why was he upset in the first place? It wasn't like he and Reno were in an exclusive relationship and even if they were, he knew the redhead's nature. 'Damn it! Why did he have to pick Zack though? Anyone else and I might have offered to join them. Zack's just so...so...' He wasn't sure how to describe the man but no one in their right mind should smile that much. And the next time the bastard called him a girl, Yazoo was going to make sure he never forgot just how much of a male he was.

Sighing and running a gloved hand through long silver strands, he decided he needed some fresh air. Checking his PHS, he realized he still had some time before his next performance. Normally Rufus urged them to mingle with the crowds but tonight, Yazoo just wanted some peace. If he had to deal with too many idiots, he might end up actually shooting someone. He doubted Rufus would want that. He turned back down the hall with a new destination in mind, the rooftop. Normally that was where employees went to smoke but right now it would probably be deserted.

The silver-haired man quickly climbed the stairs, a soft sigh escaping him as he opened the door to find that he was indeed alone on the roof. Walking over to the railing that ran along the outer edge, he folded his arms over the top and took in the city lights. He could still hear the civilization around him but it seemed at a distance, quieter, more peaceful. Blue-green eyes softened and he felt himself fully relax as he turned his face toward the full moon, a small smile forming from the simple peace of the moment.

"A platinum angel in the light of the silver moon. Quite the sight on a night such as this."

Yazoo tensed and quickly scanned his surroundings, seeking out the source of the warm, amused voice. A soft chuckle made him raise his eyes, pausing as he saw the dark figure standing casually atop the flagpole on Electric Haven's roof. A silver eyebrow rose, "Who are you and what are you doing up here? Only employees are allowed on the roof."

"How rude of me. My apologies," The shadowed figure took a backwards leap from the rounded top of the metal pole, flipping once to land on his feet gracefully. Blue-green eyes studied the man, easily noting the obviously expensive, tailored black suit, red silk shirt, and the single black glove on his left hand. Thick raven hair was tied back with a long red strip of cloth though some seemed to have escaped the tie, falling forward to cover the man's left eye. What grabbed the silver-haired man's attention was the visible right eye, a burning combination of crimson and amber. The stranger gave a small smirk at his open stare, "Valentine. But you can call me Vincent. I am an...old associate of the Shinra family. I do not believe Rufus will mind my being here. However, I shall leave you to enjoy the night air in peace."

Yazoo blinked as he watched the raven-haired man turn away, "Um, wait! You don't have to. Its fine, really."

The dark haired man smirked again, "Perhaps some other time. I have a meeting with Shinra in a few moments and he gets rather upset over tardiness. If you'll excuse me." With a soft nod, one that almost resembled a bow, Vincent vanished down the stairway.

The silver haired man continued to stare at the empty doorway for a few moments before shaking his head. 'That was...different.'

~

Blue-green eyes scanned the crowd restlessly. The normally hypnotic beat and flashing lights of the club held no power over him this night, his mind continually drifting back to the red-eyed man he had met only a couple hours earlier. A part of him wanted to seek out the mysterious stranger but he knew that if raven-haired man really did have a meeting with Rufus, he could be occupied for hours. Yazoo turned back into the hallways, he wasn't sure where he was going but he decided to just wander. 'After all, it's not like anyone's going to come looking for me.' He had made his performance a few moments ago, one of the rare solos that Rufus had him perform and now had little to do until near the end of the evening.

'I could use a drink.' The thought was mildly surprising to the silver-haired man because he almost never drank alcohol. 'The VIP rooms should be empty tonight and they have decent mini-bars.' A cold breeze from the air conditioning made him shiver, his torso nearly bare aside from a black mesh shirt. 'And they have climate control. Rufus can take it out of my check.'

With that thought, he turned down the next hall, eying the line of dark wood doors. Choosing one, he stepped inside, only to stop in the doorway. The dark-haired stranger was seated on one of the large leather sofas, a glass of red wine in hand and his suit jacket laying folded on the glass table. Yazoo's eyes drifted over the slender figure appreciatively but he quickly caught himself. 'Damn it! I've been spending too much time with Reno.' A warm chuckle drew his attention back to the dark-haired man's face, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were stalking me."

Yazoo gave a light blush and turned away, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize there was anyone-"

"I don't mind. You can stay if you would like. I could use some decent company tonight." When the silver-haired man remained frozen in the door frame, Vincent gave a smile, revealing slightly elongated canines, "I promise I don't bite, at least not unless the mood calls for it."

Yazoo gave a small laugh, "Well, in that case, I suppose it would be alright."

As the door was closed, the dark-haired man fluidly rose and moved toward the mini-bar to retrieve a second glass, "Care for a drink?"

The silver haired man sank down into one of the sofas with a sigh, "Actually, yes. I would love a drink, Mr. Valentine."

"Vincent please. I haven't been called Mr. Valentine in ages and I would prefer to leave it that way."

"Alright, Vincent." Blue-green eyes watched as the man set a wine glass carefully on the table before reaching for the chilled wine bottle. It was very obvious to Yazoo that the dark-haired man was moving carefully, making sure that his hair remained over his left eye and avoiding using the gloved hand tucked in his pocket. He quickly looked away though when that single scarlet eye glanced up at him, instead focusing on the one way mirrored wall that allowed an open view of the club floor. A soft chuckle warned him that he had been caught anyway, "I'm sorry for staring. My curiosity gets the best of me sometimes."

Vincent gave him a warm smile as he offered the wine glass, "It's alright, its just an old surgery accident. I can't really judge my own strength with that hand anymore and I doubt Rufus wants wine stains on the carpet. Also makes it rather difficult to shoot with as well."

'A gunman too, huh?' Yazoo couldn't hide the small smirk that appeared as he imagined his boss finding out about a large red stain all over the expensive, cream-colored carpeting, "Well I hope you at least sued the surgeon for messing it up so badly."

Dark hair swayed as the man shook his head, an odd glint in the visible eye, "No, never did. Ended up in a near coma soon after and stayed that way for about thirty years."

The silver-haired man blinked, the other man seemed only a little older than him. As Vincent settled onto the other sofa once more, Yazoo finally asked, "Just how old are you?"

The fanged smirk appeared again, "Ah, but this is only the first meeting. I must leave at least a few things hidden or you will be bored and might not want to see me again." Vincent tilted his head slightly, "You know my name, wouldn't it be polite to tell me yours?"

A faint blush stained the pale cheeks, "It seems to be a bad habit of mine. My name is Yazoo."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Yazoo."

Yazoo felt a tingling from the way the deep voice spoke his name and was about to reply but a silence fell over the club and the lights dimmed. His brows furrowed in curiosity as he turned his attention to the stage, "There shouldn't be another show until near closing."

"I called in a request to a mutual redheaded friend of ours just before you came in. It's been a while since I've been in and I wanted to see an old favorite of mine."

The slender man's jaw dropped slightly. This man had enough sway to simply call in a request last minute without Rufus going ballistic? Just who in the hell was this Vincent Valentine? A familiar low beat caught him before he could ask and he turned his eyes back to the stage as Nine Inch Nail's: Closer began to play.

The spotlights flared to life, revealing a wall of chains along the back curtain. As the silver chains parted, a single figure stood in the center, arms spread wide as he held onto the parted wall as though bound to it. A black collar was around the redhead's neck, a single chain running down his bare torso to attach to the wide belt and black leather pants. The leather bands around his wrist were attached by a very long length of glimmering steel links as well.

Aquamarine eyes flared open, burning with such bright intensity that even Yazoo found himself breathless. Gone was the playful, smart ass redhead and in his place was a very serious and dangerous sexual predator. A low chuckle reminded the silver-haired man of Vincent's presence, "He is quite the specimen, isn't he? Able to take on any role for the world to see or pull you into his own dark realm if he so chooses."

*You let me violate you.
You let me desecrate you.
You let me penetrate you.
You let me complicate you.*

The chained figure moved sharply as he walked away from the curtain, his steps commanding despite his seemingly captured status. He held his arms out, fingers curling and beckoning his audience, though his eyes seemed focused beyond them, at the mirrors lining the back wall. Yazoo got the distinct feeling that the dark fire burning in that gaze was meant for the dark haired man sitting only a few feet from him. Glancing at the man, he noticed a curious golden glow behind the black strands over Vincent's face.

*Help me.
I broke apart my insides.*

Excited cries from the crowd drew the silver-haired man's attention once more and he couldn't help the smirk as he spotted Reno. 'Show off.'

*Help me.
I've got no soul to sell.
Help me.*

The redhead was hanging upside down on the dance pole, using only his legs to hold him as he ran his bound hands over his bared chest, his long red hair flowing down to pool on the floor. Yazoo felt himself beginning to sway to the sensual beat.

*The only thing that works for me.
Help me get away from myself.*

"Dance if you wish." Yazoo jumped at the close proximity of the deep voice and Vincent chuckled, "Go ahead. I certainly won't turn down the chance for a personal show."

*I wanna fuck you like an animal.
I wanna feel you from the inside.
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
My whole existence is flawed.*

A strange excitement fluttered inside the slender man but he pushed it away and closed his eyes, allowing the music to flow through him. His gloved hands rose, trailing teasingly over his mesh-covered chest and neck as he slid off of the black leather couch. The long digits then lifted long silver strands and allowed them to fall enticingly around his face.

*You get me closer to God.*

Vincent watched both the silver and red-haired dancers, their movements so very different yet working together so beautifully. Reno pulled you in from the start, his looks and attitude immediately drawing the eye. Yazoo, however, was more subtle and stealthy, his willowy movements pulling you in unknowingly until you suddenly found yourself completely immersed in him.

Blue-green cat eyes snapped open to lock with burning scarlet and amber, the hunger raging in their depths equal in force and only fueling the growing tension in the air.

*You can have my isolation.
You can have the hate that it brings.
You can have my absence of faith.
You can have my everything.*

Yazoo slid easily over the soft carpeting, a wicked smirk playing over the pale features as he bent over the glass table, testing its strength before crawling onto it. Turning away from his silent audience, he rose up to his knees and looked back teasingly. He kept his eyes on the dark haired man as he bent backwards, arching himself until his head nearly touched the glass and his own feet, the scarlet-eyed man biting his lower lip at the sight.

*Help me.
Tear down my reason.*

As Vincent rose, blue-green eyes slid shut. He wanted, no needed whatever the gunman offered.

*Help me.
It's your sex I can smell.*

A small whimper escaped the silver-haired man as warm fingers ghosted over his tense torso but he remained perfectly still, awaiting the man's next move.

*Help me.
You make me perfect.*

Yazoo felt a strong arm wrap around his waist, easily lifting him from the table. As he straightened, a low voice whispered huskily in his ear, "Help me become somebody else."

*I wanna fuck you like an animal.
I wanna feel you from the inside.
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
My whole existence is flawed.*

Blue-green eyes opened as a gloved hand caressed his cheek, Vincent staring at him with unashamed need and hunger. As their gazes met, the golden glow appeared again behind the veil of black and the gunman gave a fanged grin, possessively pulling the silver-haired man closer, their bodies swaying with the heavy beat. Vincent gave a low, content purr as he leaned in temptingly close to Yazoo's face, "You get me closer to God."

The music faded from the silver-haired man's ears, the only sound he could hear was the wild beating of his own heart. He raised a trembling hand to move aside the veiling black strands, wanting to see more of this mysterious intriguing figure. Vincent froze, his visible eye going wide as long fingers came into contact with cool skin.

Yazoo suddenly found himself spun around, once again facing the one-way mirror wall, his back pulled flush with the gunman's chest by strong arms around his chest. As the strobe lights flared on, he could see a flickering reflection of himself and the dark-haired man, his silver hair contrasting with the shadowed form behind him. A golden orb broke the darkness of the figure as warm breath tickled his ear, "Careful, my silver angel. Some things are not meant for eyes such as yours."

Yazoo smirked, his eyes locked with the reflection, "I assure you, I am no angel."

A low chuckle vibrated through the gunman, "Perhaps not the choir angels they speak of in churches, but true angels are creatures to be feared and respected. They fight with great fury and skill for that which they believe to be right and good. You may not hold the naive purity that most think of with heaven's guardians but there is an untainted spirit in you, something untouched by the darkness." A warm tongue ran along the pale ear before a strange rumbling whisper escaped the gunman, "Something the monster in me wants to possess, even for a single evening."

Yazoo's head fell back against the broad shoulder as a warm hand trailed over the mesh shirt he wore, a soft whimper escaping him as the tongue left his ear and trailed down to his neck. Teeth grazed tender flesh as finger toyed lightly with sensitive nipples, a shudder racing down the slender man's spine, "Please," The silver-haired man whimpered, "Let me see you. I'm not afraid of the dark."

The sharp teeth parted and Vincent suddenly stilled, the glowing gold rising to meet the wanting blue-green reflected in the glass. As Yazoo felt the gunman's arm loosen it's hold, he turned to find the scarlet eye watching him carefully. Slender fingers rose once more, gently moving aside the long black strands, the gunman's scarlet eye falling shut as his left eye was revealed.

A long X shaped scar criss-crossed over his eyelid, the skin there a strange color of silver-gray. Yazoo studied the scar curiously for a moment before speaking, "Look at me, Vincent. Please."

There was a moment's hesitation before the gunman opened both eyes, revealing one of tense scarlet and amber, another of a brilliant gold with a burning strong intensity that sent electric fire through the slender man's blood.

"It's beautiful," Yazoo whispered, "Why do you hide it?"

"Not many are as accepting of that which is different," Vincent gave a somewhat sad smile before reaching around to pull the silver-haired man closer once more, "Do you still wish to spend time in my company, angel?"

Rather than respond, Yazoo snaked a hand behind the man's head, pulling him in to claim a kiss. There was a moment of surprised hesitation before a low purr left the gunman and he opened his mouth to trace a slick tongue along the younger man's lower lip. Yazoo gave a soft moan that was easily muffled as the dark-haired man possessively claimed every inch of his mouth. He didn't even realize they were moving until he felt cool glass against his back, the contrast to the warm body in front of him causing him to arch with a needy whimper.

Vincent pulled away slightly at the sound, a indulgent smirk on his face, "Hush, little one. No need to rush something as desirable as this."

Dazed blue-green eyes fluttered momentarily before clearing and shining with a mischievous glint. The slender man raised a gloved hand to the back of the gunner's head again, this time the dexterous fingers unwinding the long tie binding the raven locks. As the thick hair fell wildly around the older man's face, Yazoo gave a nod, "The tamed businessman look suits you far less than this. And what I desire, Vincent, you inspired after all." He stretched up to whisper huskily into the gunman's ear, "I wanna fuck you like an animal."

A low chuckle escaped the taller man, "My normal attire frightens the shareholders, so I take on this appearance for Rufus' peace of mind. However, if that is what you truly wish for, my silver angel, who am I to deny you?" A strange golden flash appeared in the scarlet eye, the gaze matching for a moment before returning to its normal dual tone, "Just remember you asked for it."

Yazoo felt his lips twitch upward at the oddly similar words to what Reno had spoken during their first meeting only a couple weeks earlier. 'It seems I am always 'asking for it' here.' He made no protest though, when he felt himself pressed harder against the cool glass and the dark figure leaned in toward his neck.

Vincent gave a hum of approval as the silver-haired man tilted his head, allowing better access to the pale column, "You are needy, aren't you? Tell me, would you be this wanton if rather than hiding you away, this glass revealed you to the masses out there, so that they could see your submission to your dark desires?"

Yazoo bit hard into his lower lip, trying to stifle the moan at the man's words. The slow burn in his blood grew even hotter as a hand trailed down his side, dancing inwardly along his hips to press against the tightly restrained bulge in the black leather pants. Warm breath tickled over the sensitized skin on his neck, "I think you would, angel. I think you would let them hear your whimpers, see the way your skin flushes and how you tremble, if only so that your desires would be fulfilled. Wouldn't you?"

"Gods! Please, anything...I..." Yazoo felt himself go breathless as teeth ghosted over his skin and the teasing fingers moved upward to the clasp of his pants. He reached a shaking hand to press the gunman's head closer to his neck, moaning as he was rewarded with a harsh bite, a tongue soon following to soothe the lightly bleeding wound. Warm fingers soon found their way into his pants, freeing his trapped erection and stroking it softly, causing the blue-green eyes to press shut as he whimpered. The teasing sensation soon stopped, to his disappointment, but he obediently opened his mouth as the hand rose to press two digits to his lips.

Vincent gave a groan as he felt the warm tongue dance expertly over his fingers, easily slicking each one. "Turn, angel. I want you to see your audience, even if they can't see you."

A becoming flush spread over the silver-haired man's cheeks as he turned away, bracing his hands against the glass. He felt his pants smoothly pushed off his backside, the leather pooling at his ankles and cool fingers pressing against his puckered entrance. A low moan escaped him and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Open your eyes, angel." Blue-green orbs raised to glance at the mismatched scarlet and gold eyes watching him in the reflection. Just beyond the transparent image, he could see the club patrons dancing only a few feet away, "They are so close yet completely clueless of what is happening." A long slender digit moved inside the silver-haired man, bringing a soft cry from him as it pressed expertly against his prostate, "That's it, angel. Call out to them. Perhaps they will hear your wanton cries and attempt to find the tempting sight I have been gifted with tonight."

A hot blush of embarrassment crossed the younger man's face as his head dropped but he continued to press against the gun-calloused fingers as a second entered his body, scissoring and spreading him. He swore softly as they continually avoided the sensitive gland, earning an unseen devilish smirk from the raven haired man. An open gloved palm glided soothingly over the mesh-covered spine, calming the trembling man as Vincent removed his fingers from the tight warmth.

Yazoo could sense a pause from the dark-haired man and quickly realized the reason. Turning from the wall, he knelt on the soft carpeting and easily opened the black slacks. Removing the heated flesh from it's confines, he ran a slick tongue along the thick vein along the underside of the gunman's erection before taking it fully into his mouth. He moaned at the salty bittersweet taste, carefully wetting each inch of the hardened cock.

Vincent groaned as he felt himself driven maddeningly closer to the edge. As soon as he felt he was sufficiently lubricated, he grasped the silver strands, pulling the deliciously tempting mouth off of him. When the slender man rose to his feet, he lifted him higher, smirking when the long legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

The cool glass once more at his back, Yazoo felt a blunt width press against him and relaxed trustingly into the gunman's strong arms around him. As the large head finally breached the tight ring of muscles, the silver-haired man let his head fall back with a cry, uncaring if the glass shook from the impact. At this point, it didn't matter if the whole world saw him, only the gradually building feeling of fullness was important. "Fuck me, please. Gods, please Vincent!"

Something between a moan and a growl escaped the gunman as he lowered the silver-haired man further until he was fully seated within the tight, clenching heat. He remained still for a moment but soon gave an experimental thrust. Yazoo moaned at the movement, pressing for more, closing his eyes as Vincent obliged, his mismatched eyes burning with a hungry need as he thrust harder and deeper into the slender man's body.

Blue-green orbs rolled as sharp teeth grazed at his jugular, the deadly threat sending an electric shock through his system, pushing him dangerously close to the edge, "Vincent, I'm...nearly..."

The gunman raised his head to stare into the cat-like eyes, "Come for me, angel." He thrust once more, angling to press against the sensitive hidden gland.

Yazoo gave a cry as his vision flashed white, hot liquid streaming over his chest and stomach. Vincent groaned as the muscles around him clenched, drawing his own release from him.

Both men remained still for several moments as their bodies trembled from the aftershocks. As his vision returned, Yazoo glanced down at the black-haired head leaning against his chest. He ran long fingers softly through the thick locks, drawing the gunman's attention. Blue-green locked with scarlet and gold before pressing a soft kiss to warm lips.

A sharp ringing pulled the men apart, Vincent swearing as he released the silver-haired man, "If there is anyone out there with worse timing, I don't want to know." Yazoo smirked as the dark-haired man snatched the PHS from the folded jacket, "If this isn't an emergency, Shinra, I swear..."

The slender man pulled his pants back up and walked over to the glass table, retrieving his forgotten wineglass and quickly downing the remaining red liquid. He heard the gunman mutter, "Fine. I'll be there in five minutes. You owe me," before snapping the phone shut.

When Vincent turned a regretful gaze toward him, Yazoo shook his head, "It's fine, trust me. I know Rufus by now and he wouldn't have called if he didn't need you."

The pale lips twitched upward and Vincent fished out a handkerchief from another jacket pocket. Yazoo quickly accepted, wiping away the cooling liquid on his mesh shirt. When he finished, he glanced up to find the gunman had bound his hair once more, leaving long strands to cover his left eye again and taking the appearance of a businessman, "I am sorry to leave you so soon, angel, but I must. Perhaps we will meet again."

Yazoo gave a soft nod as they both walked out of the room, but as he turned away a hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him back again, pulling him into a tender kiss. He gave a soft sigh before Vincent pulled away once more with a smile, "Next time, angel."

Yazoo leaned an arm against the wall to steady himself as the dark-haired gunman disappeared down the hall with a low chuckle. Just as he finally felt steady, a pair of arms wrapped around his chest, "I see you met Spooky. How was it, Kitten?"

The silver-haired man stiffened for a moment before simply letting out a soft sigh as he allowed himself to be held by the redhead. Reno chuckled, "That good huh? He usually has that effect on the rare times he lets loose. I knew something had to be up when he called in the request. Usually doesn't ask for that one unless someone got him going." Yazoo just closed his eyes and nodded, basking in the tattooed man's comforting strength. He could hear the mischievous grin on Reno's face at his next words, "Maybe the next time he's in town, we can both have a go at him."

"Hmm, we'll see Fox. For now, we have a show to do, don't we?" The silver-haired man gave a teasing wink to his companion, "It'll be a challenge performing like this."

Confusion registered briefly in the aquamarine eyes before going wide as they drifted to Yazoo's leather-clad backside. The slender man chuckled as he walked down the hallway, he could practically see the gears attempting to turn but they were jammed as all the redhead's blood flew south. "Damn, Kitten. You're actually going on stage with his-" Reno stopped himself with a chuckle as he ran a hand through spiky red locks, "Why do I always get stuck with the crazy ones?"

"Life would be too boring otherwise, Fox."

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A/N: Well that was Chapter 1 of Electric Haven. Hope you all enjoyed it. Here was the original request by SapphireDog.

SapphireDoG:

Oh oHoh MY REQUEST!!!!

*Clears throat*
Song: Closer- n.i.n (That song is my drug, I swear)

Setting: VIP(wahahahaha and if there is no VIP or rufus is an ass and doesn't want anyone using it, then a change room is good enough ;))

What I want to happen: I want dear Yazoo to get alittle jealous (only a little!) when he sees reno flirting with someone (don't care who) and takes a quick break to catch his breath. So he heads to the bathroom but as he's going in, He bumps into Vincent whose coming out and catches his eyes. Watching him walk away, yazoo becomes curious about the dark man (who wouldn't). Not wanting to go back to dance floor since he was on break, Yazoo head to the reserved section. But surprise surprise, Mister Valentine is there with a beer, staring at the dance floor quietly.

Yazoo apologizes and goes to leave, Vince stops him and tells him its alright and he can join him if he wishes. Theres a moment of silence before Vincent comments on Yazoo's skills. They have a small talk, one thing leads to another, Song comes on, yazoo gets playful and well....*insert smut, PLEASE?!?!?!?!?!*

After, Yazoo realizes he has to get back to work, and Vince nodds, steals one last kiss before leaving with a smirk and yaz with a blush. Unknown to him, Reno saw the kiss, walks up behind yaz and nibbs on his ear with a chuckle, asking if he had fun. Yaz stumbles over words before Reno just laughs and tells him it alright, that now both of them had screwed a regular ghost, telling him that Vincent comes in once in a while for a break but they hardly ever see. And also, maybe next time both of them could have some fun with the stoic man.

And thats it.