The Measure of a Man

Title - The Measure of a Man
Fandom – FFVII
Characters – Yazoo, Kadaj, Loz, Tseng, Reno, Rude, Rufus
Warnings this chapter – yaoi, swearing, handjob, non-con, bad Tseng...lol
Disclaimer – Don’t own the boys, just playing with them
Note – Story begins immediately after Advent Children

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– chapter 3 – Payback -

Reno stood in the shower the next morning, mentally preparing himself for the day ahead. The anger he’d felt towards the three brothers had ebbed away, the redhead coming to except the fact the three remnants had been puppets of Jenova when they’d harmed Tseng and Elena. Instead, it was now the mystery of what had damaged the usually unbreakable Tseng that took over his thoughts. What he’d learnt on the visit to Edge had only added to his confusion.

“If you care for him, you will let this go,” Vincent informed him, refusing to elaborate on what Elena had already said. “Your anger only causes him more pain.”

“Well, what else can I do? I can’t just sit back and watch him fall apart. He saved me and now I want to return the favour. Is that so wrong?” Reno hissed at the ex-Turk.

“There is nothing you can do, Reno. He doesn’t want anyone to know what happened to him and if you find out, it will do nothing but cause him more shame. Let it go and let him heal.”

Reno kept running the conversation over in his mind, trying to work out what he was missing. If shame was involved, then it wasn’t too far a stretch to believe the head Turk had been raped or sexually assaulted in some way. The fact he’d been brought back naked, as Elena had already told them, certainly supported that theory. But the screaming still didn’t fit in because if the Wutain could withstand torture without a sound, raping him wouldn’t make him scream and certainly not for the length of time Elena had described. Also, rape was a risk that the Turks were well aware of, some of their former members having suffered through it at the hands of enemies when torture failed to break them. Tseng was the one who had taught Reno that if it happened, it was nothing to feel ashamed of. To the Wutain, it was just another kind of torture. The redhead was still pondering it all, ten minutes later when he stepped out into the kitchen area, heading straight for the coffee machine.

“Rufus wants to see you but first, we need to talk,” Rude’s voice rumbled, making Reno jump a little as he hadn’t noticed his partner sitting quietly at the table. The redhead nodded, taking his cup over and sitting down.

“Okay, talk away,” he murmured, sipping on his coffee as he watched Rude.

“Yesterday, after you and Rufus came back from Edge there was an incident. Tseng was in the President’s office and fazed out in the middle of the conversation,” Rude began, putting down his own cup and folding his arms over his chest. “It lasted long enough for Rufus to call me in a panic, saying that Tseng was sitting upright, his eyes closed and crying. He wouldn’t respond to the President at all, even when he was shaken. By the time I got there, Tseng had recovered and left, dismissing the whole thing as him just being overtired and he’s been in his room ever since.”

“Fuck. I bet Rufus isn’t taking that well,” Reno muttered.

“He’s taking it very badly. Rufus thinks that Tseng is slipping away and has demanded to know what exactly caused it. His patience is nearly non existent and he wants us to find out what happened.” Rude picked up his coffee, taking another drink as he let Reno absorb all that he’s said.

“I’ve been thinking about all of this and I’ve got some ideas but things still don’t add up. Maybe I should just tell Rufus what I think and at least it might give him something to think about so he’ll back off for awhile… or it might make him worse,” Reno murmured.

“Don’t think he could get much worse,” Rude mumbled.

“Well, in that case, we got nothing to lose, partner,” Reno said with a smirk. Rude nodded in agreement as both men stood and headed for the President’s office.

***..***

Fifteen minutes later, Reno had told Rufus what he’d managed to put together himself. Rude watched the President as he mulled it all over, his face frowning as he seemed to be having the same trouble finding answers as Reno.

“Rude, you’ve been talking to Loz everyday since we brought them here. Has he said anything at all about that night to you?” Rufus asked.

“Just that ‘mother’ caused Tseng’s pain,” Rude answered, trying to ignore the look Reno was giving him. Finally, he turned towards his partner and asked, “What is it, Reno?”

“You like him, don’t you?” the redhead asked, his usually lack of tact making a comeback at the worst possible moment. Rude sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Answer the question, Rude. Are you emotionally attached to the oldest brother or not?” Rufus demanded, making Rude look up in surprise. He expected this shit from Reno, but not from the President. “We have enough secrets tearing us apart at the moment. I don’t want any more,” Rufus added in explanation.

“I like him, but nothing has happened between us. I’m not sure they even know anything about relationships. All we have been doing is talking,” Rude responded, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat.

Rufus nodded, before saying, “Thank you, Rude. I appreciate your honesty.” The dark Turk was surprised that the President accepted his feeling towards Loz so easily, but with Tseng being Rufus’ major concern right now, he gathered that it was probably a case of timing more than the President really approving of anything. He looked over at Reno, only to have the redhead wink at him and he glared at his partner. The redhead may have, for once in his life, picked the perfect moment to blurt out Rude’s personal life, but Rude knew once the mystery of Tseng had been solved, Reno’s teasing would be unbearable.

“Getting back to the subject at hand, we are left with three major points to clarify. What was done to Tseng to make him scream, what exactly did Yazoo do to him to make him so unstable and are the two things one and the same or different events. Reno, Kadaj was the only other person there so I want you to question him and see what you can discover. For now, we will continue to keep this from Tseng until we know what we’re dealing with,” Rufus declared, determination shining from his eyes. “I will not lose him.”

“I’ll do my best but the little brat is difficult, to say the least,” Reno muttered, standing up from his chair.

“For now, I want Kadaj to remain unharmed. If you can’t get him to tell you anything and he continues to not co-operate with our investigation, then I will consider allowing a more forceful approach in the future,” Rufus stated coldly before turning towards Rude. “As for you and Loz, he seems to be clear in this matter so you are welcome to continue cultivating a relationship with him, if you so desire. I want all three of them showered and in normal clothes by the end of the day so I will leave Loz as your responsibility. Reno, Kadaj is yours.”

“What about Yazoo?” the redhead asked.

“Rude, do you think you could get him to shower and change?” the President asked.

“Yes. He’s been co-operative, since Tseng visited him,” Rude answered.

“Good. If you have any problems, come back and see me. Cloud seems to believe that with Jenova’s influence gone, the three brothers should have a good chance at being rehabilitated back into the community, but I still have my doubts. Both of you keep that in mind when you are dealing with them and I want daily reports on their progress. Reno, I want to know immediately if Kadaj tells you anything of value. Are you both clear on what you need to do?”

Both Turks nodded, Rude following Reno out of the office as they both headed for the cells. “Wish me luck,” the redhead muttered as he stopped outside to have a smoke first. Rude shook his head, feeling a little sorry for the redhead as he continued on to see Loz.

***..***

“Am I to be left out of meetings and my opinions disregarded now?” Tseng growled, making Rufus jump and spill his coffee over his desk.

“Fuck, Tseng!” he yelped, looking up at the Wutain who was glaring down at him. He hadn’t even heard the man enter his office. “What are you talking about?”

“You just had a meeting with Rude and Reno. Why was I not included?” the head Turk asked, walking around the desk to stand next to Rufus’ chair. “Have I been removed as leader of the Turks?”

“Of course not. You are over reacting, Tseng. After yesterday, I just assumed you needed extra rest and there was nothing important discussed in your absence. I can fill you in right now on what you missed,” the President explained, managing to control the urge to flinch under Tseng’s angry gaze. The Wutain just stared at him, minutes ticking by and Rufus began to twitch nervously. “Enough, Tseng. I am your employer, in case you have forgotten, and I do not appreciate your accusations or aggression.”

“My apologies,” the imposing man murmured, his words flat and unconvincing. He slowly walked back around the desk and sat down, his eyes never leaving the President. It was the first time Rufus had ever been afraid of his favourite Turk. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and started talking.

“We were discussing the brothers. They are all to be watched carefully with the aim of working out if they can ever be rehabilitated back into society with daily reports on their progress from whichever Turk is watching them. I assigned Reno to Kadaj and Rude to Loz and Yazoo. All three are to be showered and changed into normal clothes by the end of the day,” the President listed out, glancing down at the mess on his desk.

“Why have I not been assigned a brother? It is only logical that we are assigned one each,” Tseng asked.

“If I assigned you Yazoo, would he remain unharmed?” Rufus said, meeting Tseng’s eyes.

“Of course. What makes you think he would not?”

“Your reaction to him in the cells, or have you forgotten the security cameras?” the President answered, enjoying the way the Wutain’s eyes widened in surprise. It wasn’t everyday a person managed to get one over on Tseng. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t try to work out what was affecting you when you volunteer so little information? You refuse to discuss what happened to you and it’s affecting your behaviour and your work. I need you, Tseng. I will not lose you because you refuse to admit you need help.”

“I do not need help!” Tseng yelled, standing from his chair so suddenly that Rufus flinched away from him. “You have no right to investigate me behind my back. If you need me and want me to remain loyal to you, you will back the fuck off, Rufus.”

The President gaped at the head Turk, not believing his own ears. “Are you threatening to walk away from being a Turk rather than speak of what happened? Gaia be damned, Tseng! What did they do to you?”

“What I went through is private and none of your concern. I apologize if I have let things affect my behaviour, but you are wrong in relation to my work. All missions have been successfully carried out and all of the Remnants are alive and unharmed,” Tseng stated flatly. Rufus looked away, hating to see the Wutain pull his emotional walls into place and lock him out. The closeness that had grown between them since his father’s demise was slipping away and he could not allow it. Tseng was too essential to his own success for him to ever let him go. Luckily, he did know some of the head Turks weaknesses, especially when it came to Rufus.

“Tseng,” he whispered, looking back over into dark, stormy eyes. “I am sorry. I thought that if I could find out what you went through, I would be able to help in some way. I couldn’t just sit here and watch you fall apart. You’ve always been there for me and I wanted, for once, to do the same for you. If you feel so strongly about the issue, I will drop it and not ask you again.” Putting on his best defeated expression, Rufus Shinra bowed his head, looking completely ashamed of his own actions.

Minutes ticked by in silence, making the President nervous that his ploy had failed. He almost sighed in relief when Tseng appeared beside him, running a hand through his hair in the same comforting way that he had when Rufus was just a boy. “I forgive you, Rufus,” the Wutain murmured, his other hand tilting the blonde’s face upwards as their eyes met. “You have my loyalty and my thanks for letting me deal with this my own way.”

Rufus almost had to bite his tongue to stop himself smirking when Tseng fell for his act completely. He did allow himself to smile warmly up at the head Turk though, earning a small smile back that gave him a strange, warm feeling inside. Rufus honestly did care for Tseng, but it was as a treasured possession and he did not like others damaging his belongings. The ability to love had been taken from the President long ago and he had given up on ever recovering it.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Rufus asked, closing his eyes and leaning his head into Tseng’s hand as it continued to thread through his hair. He’d missed this… far more than he’d ever admit.

“Assign me the care of Yazoo,” the Wutain said softly. The President nodded and was rewarded with a kiss on his forehead before Tseng turned and left his office. Once the door was closed, Rufus grinned and walked over to pour himself a drink to celebrate his success. And father said acting lessons where a waste of money… All he had to do now was wait and see what Reno could get out of Kadaj.

***..***

Reno opened the door to Kadaj’s cell, stepping inside only to be knocked off his feet by a small body launching into him. “Reno, you finally came back!” the youngest brother mumbled, his face pressed into the redhead’s chest as he clung to the stunned Turk.

“Err… nice to see you too, Kadaj,” Reno muttered, wincing as his back protested to the tackling. “You miss me that much, hey?”

Releasing him, Kadaj quickly stood up and backed away, a blush clear on his pale face. “Of course I didn’t miss you. Why would I miss a stupid Turk like you?” he scoffed.

Reno chuckled at his denial and couldn’t help but tease him, just a little bit more. “I heard you been asking for me.” Standing up and spreading his arms wide, the red head grinned at the silver haired boy and added, “Well here I am. What do you want to do with me, brat?” The look Kadaj gave him in reply wiped the smile off his face instantly. Nobody that cute should be able to pull off an expression that dirty, Reno thought. “Okay, enough of that,” he warned, frowning and trying to ignore the effect that one look had had on his body.

Kadaj pouted, moving to sit on the bed with his legs crossed. “You started it, Turk,” he retorted. “If you’re not here to play, what are you here for?”

“I need answers. Think you can do that for me?” Reno asked.

“Depends on the questions,” Kadaj said, a small grin on his face.

The redhead moved to sit down on the bed beside the young man, turning to look at him as he began. “I need to know what happened to Tseng when he was your prisoner.”

“You mean when mother played with him, don’t you?” Kadaj said, his grin gone. Reno nodded and Kadaj couldn’t hold his gaze, looking away and sighing. “Tseng caught mother’s interest. No matter what we did to him, he wouldn’t break and it frustrated her. She said that some humans couldn’t be broken with pain, so she told us what to do and we simply followed her instructions.”

“What did she tell you to do?” Reno asked, fisting his hands and digging his nails into his palm. He was worried that whatever the youth was going to say would make him lash out, and he had to control it and try to remember that Kadaj was just a puppet then.

“We stripped him and I pierced his shoulder with Souba, just below the shoulder bone. Then we tied him down and Yazoo cut his own hand, letting his blood pour into the wound. That was when Tseng started screaming. Once Yazoo’s blood was in his veins, mother could cause him pain at will.” Kadaj suddenly stopped, staring at Reno’s hand and the redhead followed his gaze down. Blood was dripping out from between his fingers and he realized he must have squeezed so hard, his fingernails had pierced the skin. When he looked up again, Kadaj was backing away from him across the bed. Shit, just when I’d got him talking…

“You want to hurt me, don’t you?” the youngest Remnant whispered, his eyes wide.

“No, I don’t,” Reno said with a sigh, opening his hand and trying to rub the blood off on his pants. “It just pisses me off, what happened to Tseng. I’m not going to do anything to you, I promise. Just please, tell me what else happened?”

Kadaj looked doubtful, leaning up against the top of the bed as far away from Reno as he could get. “There’s not much more to tell. I left Yazoo with Tseng because all the screaming was giving me a headache. I don’t know what he did to him after that. At the time, I really didn’t care,” Kadaj murmured, his big eyes watching the Turk intently. “Do you hate me now?”

Reno chewed on his lip, almost missing the last question from the remnant as he thought over what he’d been told. Looking up, his eyes met with Kadaj’s and he held his gaze. “Honestly, I don’t know how I feel about you,” he muttered. “How do you feel about what you did, now that Jenova has left you?”

Kadaj eyes flicked away from him, staring at the wall of the cell as the young man thought over his answer. “It’s strange. At the time, his pain made me feel good… happy even. Now, when I think back on it, it’s not the same. It kind of makes me feel sick and I don’t understand why.”

“Looks like with her gone, you’ve finally discovered your conscious,” the redhead said, a grin pulling at his lips. “Looks like Cloud was right. There is hope for you.”

The youngest brother looked back at Reno, noticing the smile and seeming to relax a little. “I don’t understand what a ‘conscious’ is or what you mean by ‘hope’ but as long as you don’t hate me, I’m happy,” he said, grinning at the Turk.

Reno couldn’t help ruffling the young man’s hair with his hand, relieved that Kadaj was showing normal human reactions to what had happened and that whatever had affected Tseng the worst, happened after the youngest remnant had left. “Kinda hard to hate you when you’re so cute, brat,” he chuckled, laughing out loud when Kadaj shrunk away from his touch and started bitching about Reno putting blood in his hair. “Don’t panic. It’s time for you to have a shower anyway and it’ll wash right out.”

“Shower? What’s a shower, Reno?” Kadaj asked, stopping his flailing to look at the redhead.

“It’s where you wash off all the dirt and bad smells, brat. Haven’t you ever had a shower before?” Reno asked.

“Oh, you mean washing. We used to just wash in the lake. Is that the same as a shower?”

“A shower is way better. Nice and warm, and the water falls down on you like rain. Come on,” the redhead said, standing up. “I’ll take you there now. You’ll love it.” Smiling, the youngest brother jumped off the bed, failing to hide his excitement.

“Will you have a shower with me?” Kadaj asked, looking up at Reno with a hopeful expression.

“Maybe another time,” the Turk said, chuckling to himself as he opened the door, holding Kadaj’s hand and leading him down the hallway.

Opening the door to the shower room, Reno froze in his steps as he saw Rude, eyes closed as he was hugged by a very naked Loz, the oldest of the Remnants nuzzling the dark Turks neck. Rude’s hands were around the other man’s body, one resting on his back and the other one squeezing his ass. The two continued unaware of their spectators as Loz moved his kisses along Rude’s jaw to capture his lips, kissing him deeply as he grinded against the fully dressed Turk. Reno was so busy staring, he’d forgotten Kadaj was beside him until the youngest brother rubbed up against his side and whispered in his ear, “Hot, isn’t it? That’s what I want to do with you,” before biting his earlobe. Reno’s yelp broke the silence causing Rude to jump away from Loz at the same time as the redhead flinched away from Kadaj.

Both Turks just looked at each other, Rude moving first as he realized Loz was just standing there, naked and grinning at his brother. Wrapping a towel around the shameless remnant, he averted his eyes from his partner as he grabbed Loz’s arm and pulled him towards the lockers in the next room. Reno was left staring at the doors that Rude had exited through, still a little shocked at how hot his partner had looked with the oldest brother.

“Reno, can I have my shower now?” Kadaj asked from beside him and when the Turk turned to answer him, he found another naked remnant, smiling up at him innocently. Goddess, give me strength… he thought to himself, rubbing a hand over his face.

***..***

Tseng entered the cell block just in time to find Rude shutting the door to Loz’s cell. “I’ll be handling Yazoo,” Tseng informed him and the dark Turk just nodded, giving him a long look before turning and walking towards the exit. The Wutain was looking forward to the day his Turks stopped giving him those glances and went back to following his orders without doubt, as they had done before.

Tseng was still a little angry at Rufus for spying on him, but he understood that the President had reacted in the only way he knew how. The young man’s intentions had been honorable, even if his actions weren’t. Tseng was determined to prove to Rufus he could handle this situation professionally as he knew the President would be watching him while he was in the cell with Yazoo. The Wutain also was well aware that there were no security cameras in the showers or locker room.

Yazoo was standing on the far side of the cell when he entered, staring out the small window with a blank expression. The middle brother turned towards Tseng, a slight widening of his eyes the only reaction he showed at being faced with the Wutain again.

“The President wants you showered and changed into civilian clothes,” the head Turk began, his voice even and calm. “I will be accompanying you.”

“May I ask what being showered is?” Yazoo asked, slowly stepping closer to Tseng.

The head Turk lifted an eyebrow in disbelief, a little surprised the remnant didn’t know. “Washing your body,” he finally replied.

“That would be nice,” the middle brother responded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Tseng looked the youth up and down, thinking over what he was about to do before motioning for him to walk out the door and down the hall. As they approached the entry to the showers, Reno and Kadaj came out, the youngest brother smiling up at Yazoo but saying nothing as he walked past. The redhead’s eyes widened at seeing Tseng with the middle remnant, but he said nothing as well, nodding his head and following his charge. Once they’d walked through the door, the head Turk turned and clicked the lock on, walking past Yazoo to turn on one of the showers, making sure the temperature was suitable.

“Take off all of your clothes now,” he ordered, turning back to stare at Yazoo. The young man kicked off his boots and removed his gloves quickly, slipping off his shoulder armor as well. Yazoo paused then, looking up at Tseng as if waiting for him to look away. The Wutain raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a grin that he didn’t bother hiding. The middle brother slowly lifted his trembling hands, his eyes averted as he slowly pulled the zipper down, letting his top fall to the floor. Tseng’s pulse increased as pale skin was revealed, the young man’s skin luminous in the florescent light. Yazoo looked up, a blush across his cheeks as his hands rested on the waistband of his pants. The Wutain’s gaze did not falter and eventually, the remnant looked away, turning so his back faced his jailer as he quickly slipped off his pants and covered his crotch with his hands before turning back.

“Get under the water,” Tseng ordered, enjoying Yazoo’s discomfort as he complied, walking towards the shower and tentatively stepping under the water. “That is soap in the holder near your shoulder. Rub it all over your body to remove the dirt,” the Wutain continued, still not taking his eyes off the young man for a second. The middle brother’s body looked unreal, every inch perfectly formed and proportionate, like an artwork brought to life.

“Why are you watching me like this?” Yazoo’s voice asked softly, his eyes studying the soap as he rubbed it between his hands.

“You are a prisoner. It is my job to watch you,” Tseng answered. “Don’t flatter yourself into thinking it is anything more than that.”

Yazoo didn’t say anything else, his hands moving over his skin slowly. The Wutain noticed how the young man avoided his private areas, cleaning everything else and putting the soap back before rinsing off under the shower. Tseng stepped closer, his smirk wide as his eyes met the young remnant’s. “You forgot to wash some areas, Yazoo. Why?” he asked, so close now that he could feel a light mist of water on his own skin from the shower.

“I… I want you to stop watching me,” the young man murmured, still keeping his back towards the Turk.

“Why should I do what you ask? I remember asking you to stop, when I was your prisoner and you didn’t. Why should I do for you, what you wouldn’t do for me?” Tseng hissed, one hand coming up to rest on the back of Yazoo’s neck. The urge to squeeze was strong but the Wutain controlled it, breathing in deep and regaining his control. The young man before him was visibly trembling now, his breaths coming quickly as his hands fisted at his sides.

Tseng moved his hand from the young man’s skin, picking up the shampoo bottle and pouring some into his hands. He gently massaged his fingers through the remnants hair, taking the time to calm himself as Yazoo’s body began to relax. After all, physiological torture was always more affective when one’s prey thought they had escaped, only to discover they were doomed.

“Rinse your hair out under the water,” he instructed, voice soft to rebuild the illusion of safety. Yazoo stepped under the water, letting it run over his face and bringing up his hands to thread through his hair, helping the suds to wash away. While Yazoo was busy, Tseng removed his jacket, throwing it to the side and rolling up his sleeves. Once the remnant was finished, he stepped back enough to clear his face from the spray, peering over his shoulder at the Turk.

“You missed some areas of your body, Yazoo, but don’t worry,” Tseng crooned, reaching up for the soap with one arm, while the other came to rest on the young man’s hip. “I’ll clean them for you.” The Wutain felt the muscles under his hand tense at his words and smirked in satisfaction. Tseng released Yazoo’s hip for a moment to soap up his hands, his eyes still locked onto the remnants.

“Please… I can do it. I… I am sorry I missed them,” the young man whispered, stumbling over his words as his wide eyes pleaded with the Turk.

“Too late,” Tseng growled. “Move out of the water and put your hands on the side wall.” Yazoo complied, his eyes staring straight ahead at the tiles between his hands. “Good boy,” the Turk murmured, one hand moving to slid over the curve of his backside, slowly massaging the soap over both pale cheeks. He placed the other on Yazoo’s hip, moving it around to slide down the curve between the young man’s leg and crotch.

The remnants skin was so soft, just as he remembered. Tseng could hear Yazoo’s breath, soft pants escaping his lips as his body continued to tremble. The Turk’s own body was reacting and he allowed it, enjoying the feel of his cock hardening as his hands began to move again. He wanted to feel more, enjoy the experience of playing the body before him, just as his body had been played.

The hand on Yazoo’s backside moved to the middle, two fingers sliding down the cleft between pale cheeks to rub over the boy’s entrance. The remnant gasped, a shiver travelling down his spine and Tseng growled before he could stop himself. The Turks other hand ghosted over Yazoo’s balls, fingertips feather light as they teased for a moment before moving up to gently wrap around the young man’s shaft.

“Already so hard, Yazoo. Does your mother know that your body is always this eager?” the Wutain purred, leaning over the boys back to nip his shoulder as his hands continued to move. “Maybe that’s why she abandoned you.”

“Fuck you,” Yazoo spat. As soon as the words where uttered, Tseng slipped both his fingers into the young man’s ass, enjoying the hiss of pain it caused. Increasing the speed of his other hand on Yazoo’s cock, he chuckled as the body before him quickly relaxed, allowing his fingers to slide in and out smoothly.

“Not this time, Yazoo. This time, it is you who are fucked,” the Turk whispered, slipping in a third finger without any resistance. Yazoo’s hands where curled into fists against the wall, his head now resting on the tiles before him as he panted with his eyes squeezed shut. Tseng bit his lip, swallowing down a moan at the sight, his body aching with the need to sink into the remnants tight heat.

Yazoo’s body began to writhe, pushing back against Tseng’s fingers and then forward into his fist. “Please…,” the remnant moaned as his need for release took over everything else.

“Please what, Yazoo? Do you want me to fuck you?” the Turk growled.

“Yes, oh Gaia yes. Please… please fuck me,” the youth begged shamelessly.

Tseng’s face was an expressionless mask as he moved his mouth next to the remnants ear. He waited until he felt Yazoo’s muscles tighten, the remnants orgasm about to break and then he whispered, “I will never fuck a worthless whore like you.”

***..***

Yazoo’s eyes flew open, but it was too late, his body reaching its peak despite the distress that flooded his mind at Tseng’s words. His legs gave way and he fell to the hard floor, curling up on himself as he tried to process what had just happened. The Turk had played his body, making it react as he wished and taking away his control, his pride and his dignity… just as Yazoo had done to him.

“Rinse off and get up,” Tseng’s cold voice instructed from somewhere behind him. Pushing up onto his hands and knees, he crawled under the water, flinching as the now cold droplets hit his skin. Grabbing onto the taps, he pulled himself upright, hunching over and wrapping his arms around his waist as he shuffled out of the shower cubicle. His arm was grabbed firmly as Tseng pulled him across the room and through another door.

“Your clothes are on the table. Put them on,” the Turk’s emotionless voice demanded and he complied, slipping on soft pants and a short sleeved shirt over still wet skin. Again his arm was grabbed, this time so he could be directed back to his cell. Once there he crawled onto his bed, curling up and staring blankly at the wall, his back to his tormentor. Finally, he heard the sounds of the door close, locks clicking into place and it was only then he let his tears fall.

TBC