A wedding

Thanks to

Rina76 (Haha, yes, more stupid religion XD I like religion, it´s so wonderfully irrational and one can make characters rebel against it- that´s always so full of drama ;) And no to Yazoo marrying Aeris? I have to admit it´s slightly.... *shudders* But interesting nontheless^^ Yes, Reno will cause much trouble, he´s just ideal for this role. He´s so... nonchalant and unconventional. But he´ll get some help later:) I have to admit that I have this thing with dressing Yazoo in women´s clothing but thats probably because I´m not very creative when it comes to thinking of sexy men´s clothing (though suits can be very sexy... but it´s not the same). And Yazoo is still wearing it because... Just blame it on the alcohol (and Reno of course)XD Btw: I actually tried to say it one time, the frivolous...-thing. Don´t ask XD Anyway, I´m glad you like it so far!)

Golden Kitsune (Of course we are so much more than Yazoo says! But it´s frightening how many underlaying mechanism are still promoted, even in western, industrialized 'modern' countries- and not only by fanatic sects or extrem conservatives, but the states themselves. It´s immanent in the societies strctures, it´s really not funny anymore (and as a sociologist I know what I´m talking about, believe me)! But anyway, I didn´t want to rant on about women´s discrimination XD I´m glad you liked the first chapter!)

fyrbyrd (Heh, I´m glad you like it so far! Actually this is some kind of relaxation fic, I have a rough idea about it, but I´ll just let it come to me... It´s good to hear that you are writing again! Will it be another part of the series where Yazoo was pregnant *has hopes*? I really need to know how this will go on!)

Ainaloth (I´m glad you like it and hopefully I won´t dissappoint!!!)

for reviewing and to PfenixB for betaing!

2

“Vince, I can´t…”

“Shh, it´s alright…” Vincent slurred soothingly, not really knowing what Yazoo was talking about at all. They had been drinking more and more and he could officially say that he was hammered. Judging from Yazoo hanging at his side, he wasn´t the only one. Still, his friend seemed to be a lot worse… The part of his mind that was still somehow functioning a little rationally made the older man ask in the general direction where he suspected the groom was headed, “Wanna go to bed?”

An indefinable grunt was heard, Vincent interpreted as ‘yes’, and with one arm around his friend’s waist, and the other holding on to the railing, they made their way up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.

After they had staggered along the corridor, Vincent eventually managed to open a door and get them in. With his foot, he kicked it shut, and with an elbow pushing the light switch, he leaned Yazoo face first against the wall. Heavily bracing himself against said wall, Vincent rested against Yazoo´s back, trying to focus and make the spinning stop.

“Have ta…” he gulped, his tongue feeling too thick and heavy and stubbornly refusing to cooperate “get ya outta da cost´m.”

“Uhhu,” Yazoo agreed, eyes closed and totally unaware of the weight that pressed him against the wallpaper.

With numb fingers Vincent reached around Yazoo´s bare waist, making the other stir a little at the touch.

Licking his lips, the raven haired man slid his hands over the velvety skin, fingertips barely touching, and felt something inside him stirring as well. He could feel taut muscles stretching, could hear Yazoo breathing, as his fingers accidentally dug into a cute little belly button.

“Vincent,” the groom unconsciously moaned, leaning into the touch and rubbing his ass against his friend’s groin.

Suppressing a groan, Vincent pressed his face closer to Yazoo´s head, his lips ghosting over the other´s earlobe.

The other hand slipped around the slender waist of the man before him, but instead of joining the first and stroking over Yazoo´s belly, eliciting goosebumps and more arching and hissy breaths, it slowly but surely wandered down, over a skirt covered thigh and lower, until it reached the thin strip of bare flesh where the skirt ended and the straps started.

With his thumb brushing over the heated, sensitive skin, he slowly wandered around, towards Yazoo´s inner thighs, pushing away the offending skirt while sucking at a soft earlobe.

“Vince, what´re ya doin…” the groom sighed, not being fully there anyway.

“Dunno,” Vincent rasped, with his tongue licking over his friend’s earlobe and drawing out another moan.

“Does it bother you?” he still managed to whisper huskily, his fingers abandoning the belly button and gliding higher until they found the chemise. Roughly pushing away the fabric, he searched for a hard nub.

“No-o,” Yazoo hitched, eyes still closed, as fingertips brushed over his erect nipple.

“Ahh, Vincent that feels good…”

Encouraged by the arching body pressing needily against him, the other pulled away, mouth wandering over a long neck, a shoulder blade and then his tongue trailed along Yazoo´s arched spine as he slowly crouched down.

His hands were now both occupied with Yazoo´s thighs, stroking and exploring, gliding over the soft nylon of his straps, the groom spreading them a little to grant better access.

Yazoo was so hammered that he didn´t notice what was going on, where he was or that it was another man –namely his best friend- that was touching him in a most inappropriate way that was surely nothing to do with producing offspring, but he didn´t care right now. All he knew was that it felt good and that he didn´t want it to stop.

Meanwhile Vincent was eyelevel with Yazoo´s buttocks that were still covered by the scant skirt. His hands had wandered up said skirt, searching for the fabric of Yazoo´s underwear and eventually finding two thin strings on either side of the man´s hips. Excitedly Vincent pulled them down, slowly, very slowly.

“Wha-what ya doin’…” came the question from above again, though Yazoo probably wasn´t aware that he had asked it at all. Vincent answered anyway, also more reacting than thinking, mumbled, “Undressing you…”

“Ah,” the groom said in agreement, licking his dry lips and being caught up in the sensation of the silky thong sliding down his erection and over his buttocks.
It was a good thing that he was drunk, otherwise Vincent would have just come at the sight of Yazoo leaning against the wall with closed eyes, slightly opened mouth, his back arched, ass barely covered by the short skirt, and the g-string stretching between his spread, straps-clad legs.

Instead the raven haired man just feverishly pushed up the skirt, hands roaming and kneading the tight ass, kissing and not really listening to the weak protests that now came from above.

“Ah, Vincent… Ya can´t do dis… dissisn´t proper…”

Obviously Vincent didn´t give a damn, because instead of stopping, his tongue dived between white buttocks.

“OH MOTHER!” Eyes flying open, Yazoo cried out as the slick muscle sensually licked over his sensitive hole and a wave of pleasure washed through his alcoholised body, making his stomach flutter wildly.

“Nhg,” Vincent moaned, instantly doing it again, drawing quick circles around the tight ring of muscle, while his fingers spread Yazoo´s butt cheeks further apart. The groom arched and wriggled under the treatment, moaning and rubbing his throbbing, hot erection against the wall.

“Oh gods Vi-vincent, I-ah- ca-can´t -uh…” Clinging to the wallpaper for support didn´t really help, and Vincent just caught his friend in time as his knees buckled underneath him.

Kneeling on the carpet with his hands between his opened legs and Vincent crouched behind him, Yazoo was dizzily staring at nothing in particular with half lidded, glassy eyes, flushed cheeks and an occasional hiccup.

Vincent leaned forward, grabbing his chin and softly craning his neck until they came to look each other in the eye. The older man drew the other’s lips into a kiss, his tongue slowly pushing against pearly teeth and begging for entrance. Eventually they were parted with a sigh and Vincent dived into the others mouth, exploring the slick heat, licking over another hesitant and inexperienced moving tongue.

They intertwined, sucked, tasted until they were out of breath and Vincent withdrew. He still held his friend´s chin though, and with an intense gaze he forced Yazoo to look into his eyes.

The raven haired man wasn´t even half as drunk as Yazoo – but he still was QUITE drunk, which said a lot about Yazoo´s condition- therefore he still had some sense of responsibility, somewhat. So, while his hand was stroking over the skirt where Yazoo´s groin was, feeling the hard flesh of his erection and noticing the young man biting his full lips and rocking into his touch, Vincent breathed “You really want this?”

Okay, maybe it wasn´t very fair asking someone completely sloshed, someone who probably couldn´t even get his name together anymore, while rubbing his cock, but Vincent didn´t care. He´d wanted this for so long now and this was probably the only chance he´d ever get.

He wasn´t really surprised by the frantic nod he received, but still felt relieved. Drawing Yazoo into another deep, heated kiss he pulled him up and carried him over to the four poster bed.

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Hah, evil cliffy ;)Aw, not really... Anyway, I may have mentioned it before but I´ll say it again: just blame all the OOCness on the alcohol XD

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