Golden Lotus (Chapter 4 up!)

Welcome to chapter two! We were pretty overwhelmed by the positive and many responses, so we decided to do a second chapter of course!



Infek: Thank you for the compliment, and I am not insulted at all^^ I am glad to hear that you think I have improved! Hahaha, and yes, there will be lots and lots of drama, I´m afraid XD



LoreaKrisaga: Awww, thank you! I hope it was goos goosebumps ;)



Murtaghgirl: Ha! I´m blond as well, but I wouldn´t have been able to figure out from this first chapter who Yazoo will fall for either. And there haven´t been all characters introduced yet ;) Thank you for the feedback, we´ll try to update soon again!





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And now, without further ado: Enjoy!



(Yazoo: Chephren



The Rest: BMIK)



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Golden Lotus 2



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“Yes?” Genesis Rhapsodos, a beautiful, red haired young man in his early twenties looked up from the book he was reading. As always when he wasn´t working he sat by the cross-barred, small window –almost his only connection to the outer world-, dressed in a wide, comfortable red robe. He had to wear enough tight leather and latex during work, so he welcomed the loose, soft fabric whenever he was off-duty. His eyes drifted past the harness in the adjoined room and the whips and other various BDSM stuff hanging on the red walls until they came to rest on the door, that looked very similar to that of a prison cell.



Entering the bondage lair that was Genesis' quarters, Yazoo was always a little in awe. Seeing so many exciting toys on the wall at once always made his head reel a bit. "Hey Gen," Yazoo replied as he made his way toward the redhead's window seat. "Have you been busy today?" He didn't really know what to say to the stunning, young redhead, but he still tried. It was nice to have some company in this place that wasn't ultimately trying to get in your pants.



Upon seeing the beautiful young man entering his room, Genesis was, as always, torn between feeling pleased and stabbed. Not that he disliked Yazoo or his company, far from it. He was a very pleasant person to be around, he was polite, interested, quiet,… perfect. Far too perfect for Genesis' tastes, to tell the truth. And this perfectness irked the redhead a bit, because it deterred Genesis from being the first, the top prostitute in the district, no matter how hard he tried.



He was aware that he had that competitive streak, he always had, and that it sometimes demanded attention when it was most inappropriate and irrational, but he just couldn´t help it. Most of the times he didn´t want to anyway, because he always won in the end, and it only affirmed his superiority again. Now it wasn´t that Genesis Rhapsodos was a particularly arrogant prick (though asking the whores from the lower levels who could only so much as catch a glimpse on his proud, beautiful form might have told another story…). Maybe a bit spoiled by success, but he had every right to be!



From the very bottom of the social hierarchy of the redlight district, he´d worked his way up to the very top, all with his own strength. It had been hard, but he hadn´t given up and he never complained, no matter how much of a scumbag the client had been or how little the money. And now here he was, literally at the top floor, sleeping in expensive satin sheets, wearing the finest clothes and eating the best meals (though Rufus may be the biggest asshole walking under the sun he took very good care of his girls).



Now the only one that deterred Genesis from being at the very top was the silver head. And he got the feeling that Yazoo didn´t even try to defend his position at the top! That was what really irked him – not that Yazoo was better, or more popular or more expensive. No, it did vex him that he didn´t have to do anything for it. As far as Genesis could tell, Yazoo wasn’t particularly eager on being the top whore. And it also made it so painfully obvious that certain facts of life couldn´t be overcome even with hard work. It didn´t matter how hard Genesis had worked to make his way up- the top was already claimed by an aristocratic –though impoverished- brat and everything just fell into his lap. Veni, vidi vici…



But… Genesis couldn´t afford to be so picky about his friends and it wasn´t anything personal he had against Yazoo. Besides, his silver haired friend had a brother Gen´d have died for. So he lay aside the book and gestured towards an empty place by the window, saying “Not much, actually. My clients will come in about 2 hours.” He slowly sized the silver haired beauty up and down. “And you?”



“Oh, you know, the usual...” Yaz rolled his eyes and brought his hand up to massage his mouth, “hope I don't get lockjaw...”



Genesis winced at that. "The Golden Doofus summoned you to his holy quarters again?"



Yazoo smirked, “Golden Doofus... I like that. Yes, he certainly did. But his Majesty is only doing blowjobs today, it seems...” A beautiful bird flew past Gen's window, catching Yazoo's attention, and leaning toward Genesis, he followed the bird's sparkling blue plumage down into the well-manicured gardens behind the Golden Lotus. “Wow, Gen, I rather envy you.... such a lovely view...”



Gen's beautiful, soft lips twitched a bit at that. So there actually WAS something Yazoo envied him for! Now this was a first. Hiding his sarcastic thoughts behind a calm, friendly façade, Genesis replied instead, “Yes, it is. I love it, it calms me down.” He sighed and motioned to a pot of tea, silently asking if Yazoo wanted a cup and then pouring some in his own when the silver beauty shook his head. “By the way, how´s your brother?” It was by no means a ‘by the way’ question, but Yazoo didn´t need to know that…



“Um,” Yazoo's face went emotionless again to keep from letting it drop in front of Genesis. He wanted his visit with the redhead to be pleasant, without involving any of these strange, conflicted feelings he was having about his brother, so Yazoo simply said, “he is fine, thank you. In fact, he is coming tonight. Shall I tell him that you asked?”



Genesis could feel his cheeks heat up and was slightly amazed that after all the things he´d done with his clients he was still able to get so flustered by the mere thought of a man. Dropping his lids and looking into his cup, he said, “Well…Not really. I think you´re just lucky that you have a brother who cares so much for you and even comes to visit you here on a regular basis. You must be very happy?”



“Happy...” Yazoo repeated back, really never having thought about it that way. Inwardly shrugging, he replied. “Well, yes, I suppose so... Tell me, are you happy, Gen?” He cocked his head to the side in order to meet Gen's azure eyes.



The redhead chuckled at that and took a sip from his cup. "Well, I am not starving in the streets, I get three good meals a day, contrary to common believe I do not get raped and my room is rather comfortable and warm, so yes, I think I am a rather lucky guy..." 'Even more lucky if your brother´d finally recognize me', he added in thoughts. Then his gaze glided to the clock on the wall and he frowned, setting his cup aside. "I´m sorry, I´d love to talk to you some more, but I must start to get ready now."



Yazoo answered with a "hn" and with a last glance at Genesis, rose to enter the hallway again. Heading to the bath facility, he pondered whether or not he was happy... did it matter? Life was what it was. Could he change it? It didn't seem that way. Ruf... the Golden Doofus (Yazoo smirked again to himself) and his brother, Sephiroth, owned him and he really didn't see any way out. All the same, was this life so horrible? Genesis was right... they ate well, lived in lavish comforts, and for the most part, Yazoo enjoyed sex with the right client. He was able to be in control, the client often came there to give up control, and he got to take care of their needs.



"Hey Yaz!!" A shout suddenly came from behind him and Yazoo turned to see a small, spritely young woman hurrying to catch up with him.



Yuffie cheerfully waved at him, bouncing a bit on her feet as she walked up to him. It may seem like it was a coincidental meeting, but actually she´d been lying in wait for him since she´d seen him vanishing in Gen´s room. Hiding behind a large pot plant, she had impatiently waited for him to finally come out so she could sneak up on him and scare the living shit out of poor Yazoo, but as always her prank was a waste of time. Pouting, she finally stood before him, on the tip of her toes, hands clasped behind her back. A sweet smile brightened her features suddenly as she noticed that they were all alone and she said in a sing sang voice, “Hi-iiii.”



“Why, hello Miss Yuffie.” Yazoo liked her, she was so sweet and open. He summoned a genuine smile to his lips, which did not appear often, but he appreciated when people were honest with him. She was a petite, fine boned young thing, in her mid teens, with short, bobbed brown hair. She was the youngest prostitute to work at the Golden Lotus, and Yazoo was always a bit taken aback by Rufus' lack of scruples in having her turn tricks. She appealed to the creepy, older variety of client, which always unsettled Yazoo. However, one thing he greatly admired about her was that, as a client, you needed to watch your pockets or you may leave the brothel a bit lighter than when you came in. “And how are you today?”



“Fine now, thank you,” she beamed and trailed with one of her perfectly manicured fingers over his chest, winking. Yuffie had, like, the biggest crush ever on her handsome colleague, and everyone knew it and teased her about it. But Yuffie didn´t care about what they said, she knew that it wasn´t just a little girl's crush! They were meant for each other and one day she would marry him! (She always totally ignored the fact that 3 months ago she had felt the very same thing for Genesis and 3 months prior to that for Reno, but well…). “You busy right now?”



Yazoo's eyes dropped to Yuffie's fingers on his chest, and then back into those dark eyes that held a mischievous gleam, which he found rather adorable, but there really was no time. “I am sorry, Yuffie, but I have an appointment, and I have to go get ready. Raincheck?”



“Awww man!" Yuffie huffingly crossed her arms over her chest, going directly from seducing mood to childishly sulking. But then she sighed, not able to stay sullen with him when he cocked his head so prettily and instead quickly pulled him in a firm hug. "Okay, I´ll let it slide for today, but I´ll be at your door tomorrow! " Then she quickly pressed a wet kiss to his cheek and spun on her heels, bouncing down the corridor towards the kitchen with a last wave.



Yazoo watched her go, then turned on his heel and continued to his original destination, The Baths. The Baths were merely a large bathroom with a beautiful, massive tub that one could take a luxurious soak in with an array of scented oil and bubble jet choices to flavor each individual bath experience. Yazoo had to admit that he loved this part of working at the Golden Lotus. Rufus had spared no expense... the tub was clearly for the young working men only, although Yazoo knew from personal experience that Rufus enjoyed playing the 'special employer privileges' card quite often and bathing with his lovelies... well, bathing, or whatnot.



Aside from the absolutely sinful tub, there was a large vanity that all four of the prostitutes could use at the same time if needed, as well as a couple of shower stalls and toilet facilities. On his way there, he noticed he was passing by the child-like themed rooms of the Golden Lotus' newest 'working girl,' Cloud Strife, a little blond cutie who had not yet been with a man. Rufus was planning to make a large event to auction off Cloud to the highest bidder on one of the upcoming weekend nights, once Cloud had settled in as much as possible.



Feeling as if he should lend his support as a fellow 'working girl,' Yazoo peered in the open door to Cloud's rooms and knocked.



“Hello.... Cloud?”



Cloud looked up from the costume he was trying to get into, blinking. His lean, slender body was stuffed in a rather embarrassing girl outfit with a very short skirt and a strange chemise that was knotted so his belly was bare.



“Oh… hello.” The blond looked a bit uncomfortable being caught like this, but he let go of the chemise and let his arms hang uselessly beside him. What was that guy's name again? Yooza? Yaz-something? He really couldn´t remember all the new names… But he knew at least that silver head was one of the hottest things this house had to offer. And since he still felt a bit insecure about the whole thing, he watched this guy rather closely to learn from him. Even more embarrassing that he had forgotten his name… “Can I help you?”



Yazoo stepped into the room and stood a few feet away from Cloud, trying to be as open and benign as possible, so the blond would feel comfortable with him. “Oh... no, I was just dropping in on my way to The Baths to say 'hello.' Are you settling in comfortably, Cloud?”



Cloud shifted a bit, staring his guest in the eye. He couldn´t help it; although the silver haired beauty seemed really nice and open, his eyes were… Cloud didn´t know, cold maybe? Not in a hostile way, not that. But it seemed as if he was trapped inside, as if he was an unreachable, gorgeous but utterly lonely ice-prince. “I´m fine, thank you,” Cloud said quietly, wondering if his eyes would look the same one day after years and years in the Golden Lotus.



“Well, good, then... if you need anything, Cloud, feel free to ask, and I will help in any way I can,” Yazoo gave Cloud a small smile and left.



A few more turns down corridors and Yazoo found himself at the fancy, golden mirrored double doorway to The Baths.



Tseng just rounded the corner and almost bumped into the beautiful young man but held back at the last moment. He had his hands lifted on reflex to catch Yazoo if he´d fall, but before he could touch him, he drew his fingers into fists and put them down. Touching the silver fairy probably wasn´t a good thing. Especially since he wanted to. "My apologies," he said, bowing down a bit. He lead the way down to the Bath´s, sure that Yazoo was following. "Your bath is ready now." With an elegant movement, he opened the heavy door and stepped aside so Yazoo could enter.



Yazoo gave Tseng an appreciative gaze; Tseng was always such a gentleman. Most people Yazoo came in contact with treated him with respect, his clients treated him as if he were on some kind of glorified exotic dancer pedestal, a purely sexual creature, but Tseng treated him as if he were a breakable thing, too fragile to touch. Yazoo greatly preferred that to just being eyed as a piece of meat all the time.



He often wondered what Tseng would be like as a lover, but as he had to give himself to so many people already, he was also grateful that Tseng did not try to seduce him as everyone else did. He felt very secure in Tseng's care, which was why he had asked Tseng out of all the other men who worked for Rufus to be his bodyguard as he bathed. It also did not escape Yazoo that Tseng was a very handsome man. Long, flowing black hair, beautiful face, warm brown eyes. He wore a black suit that he kept immaculate at all times. Yazoo was secretly very pleased to have such lovely scenery to gaze at while at his toilette.



“Thank you, Tseng,” Yazoo said graciously, and he walked under the man's strong arm holding the door for him. Once inside, Yazoo quickly shed his black silk shirt and suit pants and gingerly tested the water to be sure it was not too hot. Mmm, just perfect, and he stepped in to the foaming spray to sit down.



Tseng tried to avert his eyes when Yazoo peeled out of his clothes. Admittedly, a small jolt of joy had run through him when the silver head had asked him to guard him during his bath. He felt a bit special, though he did not dare to hope that Yazoo had ulterior motives when he asked. Actually, Tseng didn´t know if he wanted Yazoo to have some. Now there was a tiny problem here though: he was confronted with the most beautiful creature on the planet, sitting in a tub mere metres away from him, touching his heavenly body. It was already having an effect on him and the exotic man inconspicuously intertwined his hands before his lap to hide his awakening erection.



“Tseng, could you hand me that bottle of shampoo? I should probably wash my hair,” Yazoo mused. Yes, especially if there is cum in it, he rolled emerald eyes. Tseng would understand, he knew Rufus as well as Yazoo did, most likely better. He wasn't sure how long Tseng had served under Rufus Shinra, but it seemed like a long time, and the devotion was apparent. Lifting his legs, he soaped them and his feet and used the pumice stone to gently wear away any dry skin. At the jarring friction to his delicate feet, Yaz couldn't help but chuckle a bit. His feet were awfully ticklish.



The shampoo… Tseng gulped and slowly came towards the tub, face emotionless. From his standpoint he had a very good look on Yazoo´s impossibly long, soapy legs… He quickly grabbed the bottle, willing away the mental image of him kissing and licking those slender ankles, and wordlessly handed it over.



“Thank you,” Yazoo accepted the shampoo bottle in his soapy fingers. Opening it quickly, he poured out a generous amount and soaped his hair, then let it rest there, doing its cleaning routine, while he washed his arms and underarms. He reached over very quickly to find a pretty, pink circular bar of soap with which to wash his face and neck. After he finished, it was time to rinse. He brought up a quickly draining handful of water in his two hands, and splashed it over his face, eyes shut to avoid getting soap in them, and after, he swiped the excess water from his face and eyes with clean, wet hands. He dunked himself under the water for a second to rinse the soap away from his body and hair.



“Uh, Tseng, did I miss any?” After resurfacing and composing himself, Yazoo pointed to his head, then pulled a few strands forward to inspect them.



Tseng was very tempted to let out a pained groan, but of course he did not. Instead, he quickly let his gaze flicker over the damp silver strands and expressionlessly shook his head. He didn´t trust his voice to work without sounding a bit shaky or hoarse…



Yazoo saw the dismissive flicker of the man's eyes at him and was not convinced. “Really? Are you sure, Tseng? You have hardly looked.”



Sighing, Tseng forced his eyes back on the man´s head, letting them linger there a bit longer and trying to ignore those huge, questioning eyes on him. "It is all clear," he finally announced calmly, hoping Yazoo´d be done soon so he could withdraw to his private quarters and get rid of his little problem down there.



Yazoo took the man at his word, almost finished with his bath, a little disappointed he had not left himself time to languish, but he would need another after his visit with Sephiroth tonight, so it was of no real consequence. “Uh, Tseng...” he felt a little as though he were bothering the man now... “would you mind washing my back for me?”



Oh good gods! Washing Yazoo´s back? Tseng blankly stared at the white, perfect flesh before him and Yazoo looking over his shoulder at him. Again, he was so torn between maintaining his distance and wanting to touch! But there really was no plausible reason to refuse the request and he could hardly tell him that he was afraid of... well, coming in his pants. So he just gave a curt nod. "Hand me the soap please."



“Sure,” Yazoo handed him the soap he had been using, placing it in the dark man's dry hand. Sweeping his long, silver hair over one shoulder, he sat with his back to Tseng, even a little bit eager for the man's gentle touch in a non-reproductive area of his body.



Taking the soap and laying it on the rim of the tub for a moment, Tseng carefully rolled up the sleeves of his suit and then knelt down to better reach the naked body in front of him. 'Don´t think about it,' Tseng thought strictly to himself and then he took up the soap again to carefully let it glide over Yazoo´s shoulder.



Yazoo marveled at how nice it felt to have strong hands simply touching him in such a routine action. He truly did not think he had experienced it before. Sure, men were interested in his mouth, his cock, his ass, but no one had ever really touched him in such a sweet, sensual, yet non-sex-driven manner before. Yazoo let his eyes drift closed and enjoyed Tseng's magical hands as they moved over his back, doing his best to relax and take it all in.



Was Yazoo arching into his touch just now? Tseng couldn´t be sure and his movements became a bit slower, hesitant, as he tried to see Yazoo´s expression for a sign that he had done something wrong. But his silver haired beauty had his eyes closed, mouth slightly opened and seemed to enjoy the treatment. Tseng´s heart started to pound remarkably faster. His soapy fingertips traveled over an elegant spine, down slender sides towards round, milky hips and perfect, firm buttock- Blinking, Tseng quickly withdrew his hands, shocked about how he´d almost forgotten himself. He cleared his throat and laid aside the soap, standing up and announcing, “I am done.” This had been close. Too close.



“Thank you, Tseng,” Yazoo hoped that he wasn't actually blushing, as he felt his body also appreciating the work of Tseng's hands, especially in his lower parts. Normally, he wouldn't have cared about tending his intimate regions in front of Tseng, as he knew the man was discrete, but he didn't want to put Tseng off by revealing the massive erection that the man had given him. So, Yazoo simply rose to his knees above the water to soap his excited groin, still facing away from the dark and beautiful man not a few feet away. It always felt incredibly good to touch himself there, but today, Yazoo was keenly aware of how wonderful it felt and his breath hitched a little as his hands stroked over it, and he tried to keep his gasping breaths quiet and controlled.



Tseng´s jaw tightened when he noticed the quickened breathing of Yazoo as he started to clean his lower regions. He couldn´t say for sure but he suspected that just above the foamy water´s surface, the pink, perfect tip of Yazoo´s delicious, hard manhood peeked out… It couldn´t be that Tseng had evoked that desire within the silver head? Suddenly, it felt far too warm in the bathroom and Tseng could feel a fine pearl of sweat running down his temple. They needed to get this over with, quickly! So he reached for the white robe that hung beside the door and wordlessly held it towards the ethereal beauty, silently telling him that he needed to get done now.



Yazoo heard movement behind him and turned, noticing the soft, white bathrobe Tseng thrust at him and dipped himself into the water to rinse the suds away. He wasn't sure what kind of bee Tseng had under his bonnet today, but he didn't question the man.



“Um, thank you, Tseng,” he took the robe politely, “and for staying with me.” He climbed out of the tub, draped the robe about his shoulders and tied it at the waist, belatedly hoping Tseng hadn't noticed the stiff arousal staring at him as Yazoo accepted the robe.



Tseng just nodded and tried to keep his gaze straight ahead and not look at that beautiful, naked body in front of him. A mental image popped into his head all of a sudden, namely of Yazoo sitting on the rim of the tub, hips lifted, legs all foamy and wet, head thrown back, lips pursed and doing these deep, long "Uhhhhhhh" noises while Tseng knelt between his legs and sucked him like there was no tomorrow. "Please, after you," he still managed to say though and gestured towards the bathroom door, incredibly relieved that it was over without anything happening.



TBC?



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Hehehe, evil Tseng torture }:) No smut in this chapter, sorry, but we´ll meet Sephiroth in the next one *cough*



As always we´d love to know if you´re interested in another chapter (what we hope XD)!