A Reluctant Guest

It was dark. His muscles felt stiff and he had the oddest pains in his neck and arms. When he tried to move them, he couldn’t. Why? He opened his eyes and everything was a blur. He tried to focus and he saw his own hair hanging in front of him. Long, silver locks that had looked like they’d been through a typhoon. What was going on? He looked up through his hair and his hazy vision started to become clearer. Soft lights from a few places, a low steady noise on in the background- A half naked red-haired man lying on a couch with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
‘Eh?’ Yazoo thought in disbelief, blinking his eyes to a more awakened state.

“NO DEAL!!!” The red-head exclaimed at the top of his lungs. If Yazoo wasn’t tied to the chair, the sudden, piercing yell would have sent him to the ceiling, in a startled shock.

As it was, all Yazoo could do was let out a stifled gasp of surprise, and the red-haired man immediately looked over at him, a quirky grin plastered on his face.
“Sleep well, Sunshine?” he laughed as he filled up his glass with the clear liquid.

Oh. Yazoo thought un-amused. It’s him. He realized that he was tied yet again, but to a much more comfortable chair. He rested his head back sighing.
“Could you at least open a window?” Yazoo groaned, as the smoke was seriously getting to him.
To his surprise, Reno reacted immediately and walked over to a window close to Yazoo and opened it enough to let a nice, cool breeze in.
“Sorry, man. Forgot the smoke bothers you,” he plainly stated and started back to his nest of pillows on the couch. Yazoo noticed the red-head was walking funny. He was unbalanced and stumbling slightly.

“…Are you drunk?” Yazoo asked, as if he didn’t already know the answer.

Now he remembered. He supposed he was in Reno’s apartment as that was the last plan he recollected. That and Reno was out of uniform.
Reno’s apartment.

Yazoo jumped as much as his bonds allowed him to and he quickly scanned himself, then the rest of the place for bugs. Wide eyed, he took in his surroundings, and was absolutely dumbfounded.

“This is your apartment?” Yazoo asked, watching as Reno draped over the couch on his back, showing absolutely no shame at his wide-legged position, and nude upper body.

“That’s right sweetheart!” Reno grinned. “It’s a pretty cool building. You’ve already met one of my neighbours.”

Yazoo was surprised. The place was very clean. VERY clean. He had anticipated a war-zone of old food rotting in odd places, dirty dishes that smelled gracing the floor. And for some reason, he expected lots of newspapers with cat mess on them.

“Do you have a cat?” Yazoo asked as he continued to look around. No clothes anywhere, decently decorated. Large television. It was comfortable. And, he didn’t see any cockroaches.

Reno cocked his eyebrow in question, “What? No, I don’t got no cat,” a slight laugh in his throat. “Why, do you want me to have a cat? Do you eat cats or something?” He snickered again blowing smoke donuts in the air. Thankfully, not in Yazoo’s direction.

“No, I do not eat cats.” Yazoo replied in a surly tone. “It was just a question. I don’t know why I thought you may have a cat.” He coughed a bit.

Yazoo’s throat was very dry and scratchy. He realized he couldn’t remember the last time he had something to eat or drink. The hunger didn’t bother him yet, but he was probably de-hydrated. He heaved a long sigh.

“Oh what now?” Reno asked, amused. “Just spit it out, I know you’re unhappy. You don’t want to be here. I don’t want you here. Is that it? Or are you just being YOU again?”

Yazoo frowned. “No, I’m just trying to think of a way I could ask you to give me a glass of water without having to endure games or a snide comment.”

“You know what your problem is princess?” Reno began, “I mean you have LOADS of fucking issues but I’m just isolating a small one here..”.

Yazoo darted him an irritated look.

“You’ve got to loosen up, man.” Reno decided. “Oh, and no worries I’ll get you something to drink. I’m not a monster you know. I’m at home and kind of off-duty. You’re like, my homework. Or something…I’m feeling a buzz.” He seemed very pleased with the buzz. Actually, Reno’s whole attitude had shifted. He was pleasant compared to how he was at the Healing Lodge. ‘I wonder how he got me here from the Healing Lodge?’ Yazoo wondered. And he had met a neighbour? Reno was probably just lying. He went on and on about cockroaches as well, yet his apartment was clean and seemingly roach-free.
Yazoo watched as Reno stretched out and stood up from the couch. His black pants were just hanging off his slender hips, as if they could slide off if he moved the wrong way. As Reno walked to the kitchen he turned his back to Yazoo and those pants were also exposing just the slightest hint of Reno’s backside. The red head had such a long, graceful form. He was slim but defined. Aside from his drunken gait, his movements were almost sensual as he was so comfortable in his own skin. Yazoo felt his face heat up and knew that could only mean he was blushing. Why was he blushing so hard? He tilted his head to allow his silver locks to cover his face.
Perhaps it was the way the red head could just roam around with barely any clothes on. That concept was almost unthinkable to Yazoo. He had also noticed that long shock of fire –red hair hanging down his back in a pony-tail, never realizing how long it was prior to this. The hair just added a beautiful contrast to pale skin, and also a way to guide the eyes to the small of Reno’s back. Yazoo not only felt the flush of his face, but a slight fluttering in his abdomen. He wanted to see Reno make a wrong step so the pants would crumple to his ankles and expose the tight behind that was almost mocking him from under the silk.

Yazoo immediately yanked his face towards the window. He was annoyed and confused with himself. Thinking all these bizarre thoughts about his captor. He had to fixate on the fact that he was indeed a captive. He was restricted to this chair. They were holding him from his brothers. And-

“Yoohoo!”

Yazoo heard the clinking of ice cubes in a glass. He turned his head to come face to face with Reno’s bare stomach. Although Reno seemed like a lazy, reluctant employee, he had great abdominal muscles. So he must have fought a lot during his career. Yazoo usually won whenever he had an altercation with the Turk, but he had to admit that Reno was always persistent.

“Hello? Anybody in there?” Reno lowered his head until his piercing blue eyes met Yazoo’s enhanced green ones. “You ok? I mean aside from the obvious. It’s a drink, yo. I made sure I put in a straw so you can lean over and sip it” He smiled and placed the drink on a table next to Yazoo’s chair.

“Thank you.” Yazoo mumbled, trying to suppress his wandering thoughts. He squirmed a bit until he could bend over to drink what appeared to be orange juice. It was cold and refreshing. He didn’t realize until it was half gone that there was something off about it.

“Have you tried to drug me again?” Yazoo accused Reno angrily.

“Drug you again?” Reno snorted. “Ha, you don’t get out much do you? You should be THANKING me. That’s a screwdriver.”

Yazoo looked at him blankly.

“You know, vodka and orange juice? It’s a cocktail, dumbass.”

“I don’t want vodka in my drink! Why did you do that?” Yazoo demanded. It didn’t taste that bad, but what was the purpose of this? To make him spill information? But that didn’t make sense. Reno was so intoxicated he would never remember detailed maniacal plans.

“Whose the drama queen now?” the red haired man laughed. “It’s just a fucking cocktail. Don’t get your panties in a knot. I just thought you needed to loosen up a bit that’s all. I’M drinking. It would be impolite to not offer you the same. And I don’t want to drink alone.” Reno sat back onto the couch with his own drink in his hand. “Are you really that much of a pansy ass that you can’t even drink orange juice with a little bit of vodka in it?”

Yazoo was really becoming weary of these girly jokes. He had been called ‘princess’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘pansy ass’, ‘drama queen’….more. Maybe if he was built like his brother Loz , life would be easier. Kadaj wasn’t exactly masculine either, but he seemed to have a way about him that struck fear in the hearts of everyone he met. Yazoo was soft spoken, quiet, obedient, with long hair and fine features. He had expressed the desire to cut his hair once so as to make his life easier, but he had just received an angry response from both brothers at the idea.

“That’s the spirit!” Reno exclaimed as he took Yazoo’s empty glass to refill it again. “Nice to see you’re not always horribly boring”

Yazoo was surprised. He must have finished the drink while locked in his pensive state. He watched as Reno slinked back across the room with another one. The red-head’s face was a bit flushed from alcohol, and he had a permanent grin. What a pretty face he had. Yazoo wondered if Reno’s looks ever got him into unpleasant situations. He’d like to ask, but how could he ever bring that question up to the smart-mouth Turk? He heard the glass set down on the side table. It was the same cocktail, only this time in a larger cup. He then followed Reno’s lithe form with his eyes as the redhead walked back to the couch.
He also watched him stumble and fall to said couch on his face. Yazoo laughed at the sight. When Reno sat himself up, his face was all squinted, he was rubbing his head and his hair all tussled.
“Well,” Reno began, “Any hope to hold a façade of grace and poise is down the crapper now.” He grinned and shrugged.

Yazoo giggled at that as well. The Turk could be rather amusing at times.

“Did you just like, laugh?” Reno stared in shock at Yazoo. “You did, didn’t you? That was like, a natural laugh! Not even a pinch of evil in it! I didn’t know you were capable of that!” he smiled, lifting his glass up towards Yazoo in a cheerful gesture. “You actually look, nice, kinda, when you relax.”

It was true. Yazoo was appealing at this point in a different way. He showed just the slightest hint of a real personality. Or was he just a lush, and the alcohol was already working on removing the stick from his ass?

“And you seem to be more pleasant when you’re at home. Though you’re still drinking and smoking. “ Yazoo smirked a bit. His face was already starting to get a pink flush across the cheeks. He always was weak when it came to alcohol. His brother Loz drank all the time and had a very high tolerance. Though Loz still never stopped drinking until he was suitably intoxicated.
He could still picture in his mind the routine. Yazoo would be laying in his sleeping bag, only to awake when he heard the thunderous, screeching sound of Lozs’ bike pulling into the hideout. When Loz rode drunk, his bike was a definite hazard. Why he didn’t wipe out on some road on his way back was something Yazoo could never understand. Why must he always return safely? If the roar of his bike wasn’t loud enough to wake the dead, his booming voice certainly would. He would always slump next to Yazoo and babble about bar fights, how much he won in a drinking contest, and lastly, most offensively, how horny he was. When this first started happening he would stroke Yazoo’s hair to imply what he wanted. But now, he would just grab a handful of it near the nape of his neck and hold his head back to open the sleeping bag, and then pull down the zipper on Yazoo’s leather suit. His free hand would roughly feel and grope Yazoo’s body as he crushed strong, lips to the collarbone and neck, usually leaving marks. Loz’s hungry kisses would bruise his lips. During this he would always tell Yazoo how beautiful he was. How he was so much more attractive and superior to any of the humans.
There were times that Yazoo would try to get away from him, or tell him that he didn’t want to be touched. It always ended up in a physical struggle against his larger brother that he couldn’t possibly win. Occasionally Yazoo would call out in protest to Kadaj about the unwanted contact. Loz always listened to Kadaj. Their younger brother was usually close by during these encounters and sometimes yelled at Loz for being too rough. If Yazoo was lucky, Kadaj would be in one of those moods where he would just lash out insanely at Loz and scream at him to go to his own bed. Then he would stomp over to Yazoo and examine his face for marks or bruises as Loz whined and staggered off.
“Poor, lovely Yazoo” Kadaj would say, brushing the hair out of Yazoo’s eyes and cradling his head. He remembered during one of these encounters Kadaj started to kiss his forehead and cheeks as he usually did, until he found a mark. It was a red mark on the top of Yazoo’s cheekbone caused by being slapped by Loz for vigorously protesting his advances.
Kadaj went ballistic that night. His emotions flipped from caressing gentleness to the incarnation of rage in less than 60 seconds. He stormed over to Loz’s sleeping bag in a fury that would scare the hell out of any being with a pulse. The largest brother of course would protest that he didn’t do anything.
“Didn’t DO anything!?” Kadaj would screech. He would then run over back to Yazoo and grab him by the hair to expose the mark. “So I suppose that MARK just GREW there on it’s own?”
In a flash, back over to Loz to strike him on the head with the hilt of his blade, causing his older brother to just curl up in a ball and apologize.
“How many times have I FUCKING told you NOT to MARK HIS FACE!?” he raged at the top of his lungs., “HOW MANY!? HUH? HOW MANY?” he continued to scream down at the largest brother. Loz started to sob.
Kadaj sheathed his sword and marched back towards Yazoo.
“IT’S LIKE TALKING TO A GODDAMMED FUCKING TREE!! WHY DO I WASTE MY TIME TALKING TO INANIMATE OBJECTS? WHY?” he seemingly yelled into the air, kicking things over in his wake. It wasn’t really directed at anyone. He plunked himself back down beside Yazoo and took hold of his face again. Yazoo’s heart was pounding with a mixture of fear and anxiety.
But then his voice became soft again.
“This is just a surface mark Yazoo, the skin isn’t broken. It may stay bruised for a few days but it should heal fast, ne?” Kadaj’s eyes stared into Yazoo’s not blinking nor moving. All Yazoo could do was freeze and nod.
“Does it hurt?” He asked again, still not blinking. Yazoo briskly shook his head to say ‘no’. His brother’s mood swings could be awfully shocking at times. This was one of those times.
“Good.” Kadaj said stroking Yazoo’s hair and nuzzling his face on his cheek. Yazoo could feel soft, wet lips every so often on his skin as Kadaj’s nuzzling turned into gentle kisses on Yazoo’s lips. Then a trace of kisses to his ear when he heard Kadaj whisper;
“I’ll sleep with you and protect you tonight.”
It wasn’t really a question, more like an informative statement. Yazoo never struggled against Kadaj like he would with Loz. In fact he didn’t protest at all. He just didn’t want to know what would happen if he had the courage to do so.
Kadaj climbed into Yazoo’s sleeping bag and tossed the leather coat out. He then unzipped his own black suit and whipped it aside as he worked on removing Yazoo’s pants. The whole time his eyes looked all over Yazoo’s body, which appeared so pale in the moonlight. Pale, smooth and flawlessly toned. Kadaj’s breathing would become audible and impatient.
“For fuck’s sake Yazoo, from now on I want you to sleep in nothing but your underwear, got it? I’m fuckin’ serious too! These pants are pissing me off!” Yazoo’s leather pants fit him like a glove and weren’t exactly easy to get off.

Fabulous. Now Loz would have an easier time too.

Kadaj finally managed to free Yazoo from all material, and he smiled as he prowled back up Yazoo’s body to come face to face with him. He used his right knee to wedge apart Yazoo’s legs so he could begin to grind his sex against his brother’s. Kadaj was already rock hard. He realized his older brother needed some encouragement and attacked his mouth with his own, opening it wide, lashing his tongue around Yazoo’s tongue kissing him as deeply as possible. He ground his cock against his brother’s more fiercely, attempting a more rhythmic circular motion, obviously in a highly aroused state. His oral assault continued and he switched to smothering Yazoo’s neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. That was one thing about Kadaj, he liked to bite. Yazoo let out yips of pain, which only turned Kadaj on more.
“Gods you’re sexy Yazoo…” he murmered, not letting up.
Yazoo jumped and took in a breath of surprise as he felt two fingers being pushed into his ass. They were lubricated, to his relief. Kadaj always had a way of getting some kind of sexual lubricant in these encounters without Yazoo seeing it. Maybe that was because Yazoo usually had his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut. He had become used to the initial spattering of pain when being entered. And he had to admit that after awhile the fingers stroking in his backside felt good. He could feel his cheeks flush and his sex stiffen to an erect state.
Kadaj removed his fingers and sat up a bit to take in Yazoo with his eyes and smirked. Not mockingly, more in satisfaction. He achieved what he wanted. Yazoo was flushed, breathing hard and whining in the distress of his arousal. Perfect. Biting his bottom lip a bit, still with a sly smile, Kadaj hooked his arms under Yazoo’s knees and pushed them outwards and forwards towards Yazoo’s chest, as far as they could go in both directions. He let out a loud moan as he pushed his swollen cock into Yazoo’s tight entrance.
“Finally,” Kadaj sighed, “I thought my dick was going to turn blue. Fuck, you’re always so warm and tight Yazoo…” he mumbled in a state of ecstasy.
Yazoo groaned underneath his brother, feeling the searing heat of being entered. His tight ring of muscles being forced to open for the head of Kadaj’s invading member. He was staring at the sky but not really seeing anything, panting and letting out a short gasp every time Kadaj rammed himself into his backside. That spot deep inside his ass was being struck by each thrust and he started to moan as it teased him with waves of pleasure. When he reached down in attempt to relieve his own hardness that was now trickling with fluid Kadaj’s hand swiftly beat him to it.
“…*pant*…put your arms over your head Yazoo, you look good that way…*”

Yazoo did as he was told. He’d do anything Kadaj told him to at this point just so it wouldn’t stop. Kadaj slid a cupped hand up and down Yazoo’s cock slowly at first, enjoying the look on his brother’s face as he writhed in frustration for more. Yazoo started to thrash his head from side to side, gasping and catching his breath, hips bucking and straining. He was so close, so very close to the brink. Fucking sadistic Kadaj.
“Tell me what you want my pretty boy,” Kadaj said breathlessly, obviously getting to an edge of no return himself. “Tell me what you want, Yazoo…”
He was still stroking slowly and rhythmically. The little fucker. .
“Harder~” Yazoo managed to whimper through clenched teeth. Oh Gods harder! This was a form of torture.
“Good boy Yazoo,” Kadaj said, his panting all over the place by now, “You’re so fucking obedient, it’s so hot.”
How could Kadaj speak at a time like this? Yazoo could only let out little noises and whines.
He felt Kadaj’s hand grab his teased cock firmly in his fist, pumping him vigorously hard. Yazoo let out a yell. He also felt Kadaj’s cock feverishly banging in and out of him, never missing that spot, never missing a beat in the rhythm between that and his grip on Yazoo’s member.
Yazoo felt as if his balls, his cock, his prostrate, even his pelvis that was now insanely rocking and clumsily thrusting under Kadaj’s control, everything felt as if it were swollen.
And Kadaj fucked him wildly, yelling and moaning loudly the whole time until Yazoo couldn’t take it anymore. He threw his head back, silver hair splayed everywhere, squeezed his eyes shut and let out an indecipherable howl as he finally came. Semen spurted out, pouring around Kadaj’s hand and dribbling onto his stomach. And as soon as this happened he heard a cry of relief escape from Kadaj as he pumped one last, hard thrust into him, emptying himself into Yazoo. Yazoo could feel the fluid pumping into him in hot, rapid squirts. Kadaj stayed there, pushed up hard, clamped against Yazoo’s ass with his pelvis, allowing every last orgasmic spasm to pass through him before he finally relaxed his clenched muscles and collapsed onto Yazoo in a heap of sweat and exhaustion. His breathing was still hard and both of their pulses were still racing from the act. They stayed there, panting with their eyes closed until their heart rates returned to a calmer state.
Yazoo winced in pain as Kadaj removed his now more flaccid cock from his ass. He was used to it though, so he just continued to breathe and cool down from it all. His brain was in a daze, his eyes still blankly staring upward at nothing in particular. Kadaj moved to lay beside Yazoo, still in full body contact. He stroked Yazoo’s hair out of his face.

“You know, I almost feel bad for hitting Loz,” Kadaj said. He rested his head on Yazoo’s shoulder. He chewed a bit on the nail of his baby finger in a pensive state. “ I mean, I know he deserved it but at the same time I don’t want him to be sad. I love him too.”
Yazoo looked at Kadaj as he spoke. His little brother was always more lucid after sex.
“…and to think he wanted you so badly, but he’s had to listen to us fuck this whole time. I dunno, I just feel kinda sorry for him. You do understand, don’t you Yazoo?”

…Understand what? Yazoo didn’t hate Loz. But he did hate the way Loz didn’t take no for an answer when he was drunk.
Kadaj suddenly gave him a hug and held Yazoo’s face in his hands.

“ Why don’t you go over there and make him feel better Yazoo?” he said, staring into his eyes. “Show him we still love him and everything is ok now.”

Yazoo felt a knot of anxiety in his chest. “But Kadaj, I’m tired. I’m sure Loz will be fine in the morning and-“
Kadaj narrowed his eyes and tilted his head as he listened to Yazoo speak. It was very daunting. The anxiety started to spread out through Yazoo’s body, but nonetheless, in his most mild tone he continued, “ …well I mean, you have to remember Kadaj that Loz, uh, comes to me a lot and well, he’s not deprived by any means in this way, you know?” Yazoo swallowed audibly as he stammered for the right words in order to keep Kadaj in a calm state of discussion.
Kadaj rolled his head over onto Yazoo’s shoulder so that they were both looking up towards the sky.
“I know Yazoo, but he struck you, I hit and screamed at him. Everything feels unbalanced in my head. Why don’t you just go over there and make him happy? Then come back here with me. It’s not like it will take very long. Just go over, get into his sleeping bag, hug him and say all is forgiven. Let him have a quick fuck, what’s the big deal? Come on I’ll clean us up.” Kadaj started to wipe Yazoo off with a damp cloth.

Quick fuck? What’s the big deal? Yazoo felt upset and angry but knew he couldn’t show it. I’m NOT a goddam fucktoy! It’s not like Kadaj has ever known what it’s like to be screwed by Loz…or anyone he knew of for that matter. He was always on top. He didn’t know what it’s like to feel used!
Yazoo couldn’t conceal his emotional turmoil, but it was obviously plastered all over his face because it made Kadaj take notice.
“Yazoo, don’t be like that.” Kadaj demanded, not quite annoyed but getting there. “You know you make Loz horny as hell, it’s not his fault.”

“Oh, and it’s MY fault?” Yazoo snapped. He looked up into Kadaj’s gaze and couldn’t believe he just said what he said. In the way he said it. He was arguing. No one argues with Kadaj. Yazoo braced for a slap, it was just enough to rile his brother’s temper. But he quickly tried to save a possibly unpleasant situation by appealing to another side of things.

“Look, Kadaj…I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be difficult. But I don’t want to leave you tonight. At all…” he quickly blurted out.

His younger brother’s irritated look turned into curiousity, “What do you mean?”

Yazoo continued carefully. The correct phrasing was essential. Kadaj wasn’t stupid.

“Kadaj, you keep going on about me, but what about you? Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? Look at you. It’s not that I want Loz to feel bad, I just don’t want to leave you tonight. I want to stay with you. Is it so difficult to understand that I may want you? That I don’t want you to share me?” Yazoo looked to see how this would affect his brother. It wasn’t all untrue. Believe it or not, Kadaj was more gentle than Loz. And servicing one brother was better than two. Not to mention the nights when Kadaj would just wander around and wouldn’t be seen until daybreak. In this case, Kadaj was the better pick for more reasons than one. Yazoo also wasn’t lying about his brother’s appearance. Kadaj was lovely. It was his mood swings that made him intimidating.

He watched as his brother’s eyes shifted, obviously taking what Yazoo said in and processing it. Much to his relief, Kadaj’s expression softened and he leaned down to kiss Yazoo passionately. He wrapped his arms around his older brother and sighed as he placed his head on Yazoo’s chest.

“Haha,” Kadaj grinned, “And you wonder why everybody wants you Yazoo. You’re so sexy. I love you, I only want you to stay with me tonight now. I’ll think about what we can do for Loz tomorrow. I don’t want him to feel left out.” Kadaj nuzzled his face in Yazoo’s hair and like a switch being turned off, fell asleep there.

Dodged a bullet that night.

“Well, there you go all quiet and loopy again. Does mental illness run in your family?”

Ee? What- Yazoo re-focused and tried to shake out of his locked head. He found Reno’s eyes about 5cms away from his own, and came to stare into the bright blue iris’s. He felt like he had been caught in an embarrassing situation, yet knew that was impossible because a monkey had a higher chance of being psychic than Reno did.

“ha..does mental illness run in your family. Well that was a dumb question, everyone in your gene pool is a fuckin’ head-case.”

Reno snickered and rest his two hands on Yazoo’s forearm’s to steady himself. He was noticeably wobbly now from the drink, and he was grinning like an idiot. A strikingly beautiful idiot. Yazoo felt the fluttering in his abdomen again and felt it shoot down between his legs. His cock twitched.
“Oh but hey man,” Reno lingered, “Don’t take it personally, like, I’m sure it’s not your fault. And hell knows I’m not the most emotionally stable person I’ve ever met neither. You may not know this about me, but I’m kinda known to get in a pretty pissy mood on occasion. Ya know, for small things. Yeah, I’m just talking shit..”

Reno was rambling, hovering over Yazoo for balance. He grinned when he spoke and tilted his head around as inebriated people do. All the while not aware of Yazoo’s internal struggles with his own body. Thank God. He was flushed, and unbelievably, becoming aroused. Why couldn’t Reno just go back over to his couch? Why must he be just a breath away, looking so sultry in nothing but a pair of loose silk pants that were starting to droop down his waist at one side? His full hip bone was visible now, and Yazoo could see that sexy lower pelvis, a mere 2 cms lower and it would be R- rated. He felt his face heat up and his dick harden to a semi-erect state. This was insane. Yazoo had never been with anyone before but Kadaj and Loz. He never even felt any desire towards a stranger before. It was uncharted territory, and it was scrambling his brain.
He remembered he had a drink on the side table. Glancing over, it was apparent the ice cubes had not completely melted yet, so the drink was still cold. Good. Quickly, he bent over to reach the straw. Perhaps drinking it really fast would distract him or give him a cold headache. Anything to get his mind away from where it seemed to want to go.

“Oh, hey I’ll help you with that, you’ll get some kind of neck ache…” Reno reached for the glass and held it to Yazoo closely so it was mush easier to drink sitting up.

-and Yazoo sucked it back as fast as he could until he heard the straw making noises when the drink was gone.

“Whoa!” Reno laughed. “Not afraid of a little cocktail now are you? I am impressed with your new found enthusiasm. Want another?”

Yazoo said nothing but nodded.

“Hokay then! I’ll get you another.” He grinned, truly delighted to have drinking company. “However, I make no promises that the next drink will be as skilfully put together as your previous ones. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m getting pretty loaded.”

Yazoo watched as Reno swayed his way back to the kitchen.

Then it happened. Reno’s loose pants slipped off his slim hips and hit the floor. One would guess it was bound to happen, but it was the timing Yazoo found so ironic. Now he had a fabulous view of Reno’s completely nude backside. It looked flawless. It looked hard and smooth and Yazoo wanted to grip it with his hands, feeling Reno pounding in and out of his backside.
What a new feeling, to actually lust over someone from afar. Is this how Loz and Kadaj felt when looking at Yazoo himself? Reno made a lot of jokes, he was a sarcastic individual. Would Reno find him attractive like his brothers did? But then there was the issue of Reno’s sexual orientation.
Yazoo thrashed in attempt to hit his head on the back of the chair. There he was, in his enemies apartment, bound to a chair unable to move, tipsy and on top of it all, his cock was uncomfortably hard and he was aroused by his captor. What a nightmare.

“Oh..hehehe..oops!” Reno exclaimed smiling, without really a hint of any kind of embarrassment. “Here at Chez Reno, we not only have an open bar, but if you’re lucky, you’ll get to see the midnight ass-viewing!” He laughed loudly and just pulled up his pants like showing his naked butt was a daily thing, which with him, could very well be. Reno then continued with his task of getting Yazoo’s drink.

Yazoo turned his head to face the window and tried to breath the cool air in and out slowly. Come to think of it, Reno really didn’t seem to be embarrassed in the slightest at what had just happened. If Yazoo ever lost his pants he would be scrambling and mortified. How does one get that comfortable exposing themselves? Questions started to enter Yazoo’s mind one after the other; ‘Could it be he’s used to being nude in front of people? Reno really is a terribly attractive man, others must take notice. Does Reno sleep around a lot? Does he have any regular sexual partners and if so, how many? Male, female or both?’ Yazoo couldn’t fight these thoughts away. Perhaps Reno was really experienced.
If he slept with men, what about that big partner of his, Rude? They lived together. Yazoo strained in his bonds to try and look down the hallway to see if the two shared a bedroom. Was this a one bedroom apartment? Dammit. He couldn’t see from where he was.
Yazoo stopped all straining, drew a long breath in, inhaling through his nose and slowly out his mouth. He forcefully quieted his scattered thoughts, and did what he usually did very well; focused. Reno was in an impaired mental state. He was giggly and speaking freely. Yazoo would extract any and all of the information he wanted to know from Reno, but try and do it in a subtle manner so the redhead wouldn’t be the wiser.
Yes, he would interrogate him.