A Reluctant Guest

Author's Note: Ok, Chapter 4. Thanks so much again to all the people who rate and review. I was pleasantly surprised and motivated. I apoligize for when I edited something yesterday. I have never put anything on here before and didn't know it would bump the story up to the top of the page.

Warnings for this Chapter; Some R/Y, and some N/C Yaz/Loz. I keep dangling Reno around. I dunno. Sorry lol.


Chapter 4


Reno thrashed around his kitchen trying to locate where he left the orange juice. It wasn’t in the fridge. Not on the counter.
“Bloody hell…” he swore under his breath as he scanned the area.
Yazoo was getting tipsy. Even in his inebriated state, Reno noticed the pink flush washing over the silver haired man’s cheeks. And shit, he was actually laughing at times. Yazoo laughing, with no sign of malice.
“Well, I guess Hell must have frozen over…” he swung out the kitchen entrance to peer across the room at the man in the chair.

“Oh evil one!” he called out to Yazoo, “ I’m afraid the orange juice has gone and hidden itself on me. Would you care for some cranberry juice instead?” he smiled showing all white teeth like a waiter.
God he was acting like a dumbass. But when he drank, it was so hard to turn that idiot switch off. The upside was that it was easy not to care.

“CHAIR FIXTURE!” he yelled, “Stop banging your fuckin’ head around, or at least do so in a yes or no motion.”
Goddammit. Yazoo looked like he was lulling himself into some kind of ditzy trance. His eyes were all spaced out in thought yet he seemed to be twitching or something at the same time.

“…”

“Cranberry juice it is then.” Reno scrunched his nose a bit, lingering on the cute little spaz. ‘Wingnut’~ he thought to himself as he opened the cupboard for a new glass, coming face to face, or face to container rather, with the illusive orange juice.
‘Oh.’ He snorted to himself. ‘that’s where I put it. Bastard orange juice, how dare you mock me’ …

Good lord, he was reduced to cursing beverages. Maybe Yazoo’s mental state was an airborne virus. He started snickering again and clumsily poured a mixture of half vodka, have cranberry juice in a large glass. ‘a little strong, but he’d thank me if he were at a bar. If he goes to bars. If he doesn’t he should. He’d have to beat the advances off with a stick…or a gun…thingy.’

…er yeah. Whatever. He plunked in some ice and walked back out to the living area. Hmm. Better grab the top of the pants with one hand or Yazoo would really get a good show. Reno believed many people had seen his ass at one point or another. But he wasn’t that much of an exhibitionist to go dangling his man parts in the wind.

He fumbled a bit, but managed to get the glass onto the end table beside Yazoo with minimal spillage. He threw in the straw, and voila.
Reno turned to say something, but was stifled by Yazoo’s eyes. Even though the silver haired man had his head resting on the back on the chair, all flushed and tipsy, he was staring right into Reno’s blue eyes with this piercing fascination. Such green eyes he had. Iris’s with shades of green, blue and a starburst of yellow. Yazoo’s lips were pink, and slightly parted as his gaze held Reno for a bit. Like it was locking him in his tracks. What a beautiful face…

“It’s huge.” Yazoo said flatly.

“What?” Reno replied, slightly shaken by the voice that broke the silence. He instinctively looked down at himself.

“The drink.” Yazoo continued, “It’s enormous. What is that, some kind of beer mug?”

Reno snapped out of it and glanced at the drink. Oh. It was in fact a beer mug.

“Where the hell do you think you are, princess?” Reno shook back into his usual composure. The drunken composure, “Some kind of swanky martini bar? Can I get you a lime, sir?” He smirked and swaggered back to the couch, slicking his bangs out of his face and exhaling at the same time.
‘Damn he’s hot,’ Reno thought to himself and he hovered over his coffee table, sloppily sloshing out another drink. Luckily, it got into the glass. Licking spilled vodka off the coffee table would probably be a turn off to most people.
Wait, no- he had met people that would pay to see him do that. Ok, Yazoo would see it as, well, weird.
He straightened up and looked back at Yazoo, continuing the discussion about the cranberry cocktail, “See, with a bigger glass the drink lasts longer. Which means I don’t have to get up and down constantly to serve you my liege.” Reno grinned evilly and took a sip from his glass. He could just feel his little Fruitloop’s eyes burning a hole in the side of his head for the snide remarks. He had zinged the green-eyed man quite a few times in the past ten minutes.

Yazoo pursed his lips and glared at the redhead. However he tried his best to stifle any witty retorts. It was counterproductive. He needed questions answered. Why he needed them answered he didn’t want to try to understand. First he had to find a way to figure out Reno’s sexual orientation. The redhead’s brat like conduct at the Healing lodge could have just been mind games. He took a drink from his straw and felt the burning bite of the alcohol. His eyes went wide and crossed as they started to water.

“*cough* What did you put in my drink? Lighter fluid?” Yazoo snapped in surprise. He’d never had a drink this strong in his life.

Reno looked up. He saw the tears in Yazoo’s eyes and smiled. “No, but hey, I warned you this one would not be as skilfully crafted as the first two”. He couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the end of his sentence. If only he had his cellphone handy to have captured a snapshot of Yazoo’s hilarious expression for that brief moment in time.

He could email it to him at a much later date.



Yazoo rolled his eyes at Reno’s explanation. What was he too expect at this point, anyways? Perhaps the added alcohol would dull his inhibitions.
What time was it? He looked down at his wrist. It was wrapped with so many bindings to the chair there was no hope in seeing his watch. Sigh. ‘hmm’ he plotted. It was warm in here. Actually, very warm. The breeze from the window was nice but Yazoo was zipped up to his neck in his thick, black leather coat. This could be an opportunity to see if Reno found him attractive in any way. He needed relief from the garment.
He remembered when his zipper was caught once. He had asked Loz for help after fighting with it for 10 minutes. Unzipping his coat was enough to make Loz push him over onto his bike seat in broad daylight to wildly molest him. He ended up entirely naked except for his pants around his ankles, bent over the seat of the motorcycle with Loz fucking him senseless. He was sure Reno being the enemy would have much more restraint. That is, if he found Yazoo attractive in the slightest. Was he only beautiful to his brothers? Well, thinking wasn’t going to get any response.

“Reno.” He started, “I really don’t want to be a pain. I do appreciate you getting me drinks. May I ask for one small favour? Please?

The redhead was confused by the sudden politeness, “Uh…sure? I’m not untying you.” He warned.
Did alcohol also contribute a dash of sweetness to the silver-haired man?

Before alcohol, Yazoo was; snooty, bitchy, boring, irritating, whiney, yet hot. After alcohol Yazoo, for the most part, was; pleasant, giggly (with no added evil undertones, or Vitamin “E” in the Shinra handbook. ), polite, dare he say, CUTE? Not to mention, still hotter than Hell.
Conclusion; Yazoo should be drunk at all times.

The redhead looked so stunned.
More determined, the silver haired man tried to flip his hair over one shoulder and smiled a bit. “I would never dream of asking you to release me. I’m just dying of heat. I know you probably don’t care as I am your hostage, but I was just hoping you’d be willing to unzip my coat? As you outlined earlier, it’s rather heavy and done all the way up to my chin. “

Reno froze, staring at Yazoo like a schoolboy who had been ordered to solve a mathematical equation he had no hope of knowing in front of an audience of rabid teenagers.

“Please?” Yazoo said as nicely as he could, purposely looking ever so innocent and helpless. Perhaps this wasn’t a great idea. Reno’s look was indecipherable. What was going through that vacant space of a head other than carcinogenic toxins?

“It’s not like I’m going to attack you Reno,” Yazoo continued. “ I AM still one with chair.”
He tried to say it in a positive, playful manner. This was not the time to be surly.

Wide-eyed and stunned, Reno suddenly became aware that no sound was coming out of his mouth. Hell yes, he would unzip that overbearing, barricading, Yazoo-covering coat! Oh yes. It must die. He cleared his throat.

“I don’t see why that would be a problem.” Reno said carefully, still slurring his speech. He wanted to sound articulate, but didn’t know how well it was working.

He put his drink down, took in a deep breath and rose from the sofa towards the lovely, silver-haired doll. Yazoo was kind of doll-like. Reno concentrated on walking casually forward in a straight line. Why this was important all of a sudden was a mystery. For the first time, he cared what Yazoo thought of him. At the same time, his thoughts went back to the Healing Lodge where he had licked Yazoo’s neck like a serpent. He could do it again. No one told him he couldn’t.

He leaned in close to his captive and delicately tried to get the loose strands of hair out of the way so they wouldn’t get caught in the zipper.
To his surprise, Yazoo gracefully and fluidly leaned his head back, just slightly over the top of the chair. It was as if he were offering his neck and throat to Reno in some display of submission like on one of those wildlife shows. For some reason, this small movement was the sexiest thing Reno had seen someone do in a very long time.
Bloody Hell. The Turk could feel a wet spot forming in his very lose pants. Blasted pants. They were definitely not going to conceal the raging hard-on Reno had from this one simple pose made on Yazoo’s behalf.
He breathed in very deeply but quietly. He had to remember that he was in charge. Yes, Yazoo was a hostage. His job. His hotter than hell captive who was all alone with him in his apartment tied to a chair, unable to move. Reno squeezed his eyes shut to force the evil, yet ever dynamic thoughts out of his head.
What the fuck? He was just undoing a zipper. Exhale. This doesn’t have to be hard. Bad choice of words. He was as hard as a rock below the waist. Perhaps it would be best to not let this green eyed minx know that. But these fucking pants hid NOTHING. Maybe Reno’s usual sly tricks would come in handy.

Yazoo studied Reno. He had plenty of time as the redhead was parked over him and had been gently pushing back strands of his hair very meticulously. He seemed deep in thought. How odd for Reno. But then suddenly that signature fox-like smile spread across his face, and he cocked an eyebrow up as he took a large portion of Yazoo’s hair in his fist keeping Yazoo’s head pinned back. It was slightly alarming. Stupid alcohol. It made Yazoo think for a brief second that he may have a shred of power over the red haired Turk. What was he thinking trying to be “seductive”?

Reno caught that one second of alarm that crossed over Yazoo’s face. It brought out the predatory instinct in him. At first he intended to hold Yazoo’s head back to keep him from looking down at the …enthusiastic antics that were going on in his pants. Yazoo’s expressions of uncertainty just made him more alluring. He could smell the anxiety.

Gods, this man was so perfectly fuckable.

Reno leered and pressed his face into the fistful of Yazoo’s hair. He inhaled deeply to capture the scent of that sweet smell he remembered. Still wobbly from vodka, he leaned in a bit too far and ended up resting his head a bit in the crook of Yazoo’s neck.
“Remember the Healin’ Lodge sweetstuff?” he whispered in Yazoo’s ear. Reno found it was hard to control his impulses now that he was intoxicated. He became lost for a bit just running his lips over Yazoo’s ear, not licking anything yet. Just feeling every nook and curve. He continued this same action tracing over the right side of Yazoo’s face, gently dry-mouthing the man’s delicate jaw line. Reno’s eyes were closed and he blocked out everything but this. Nothing else mattered right now. He ran his actions over the side of Yazoo’s mouth, not kissing it~ merely brushing over it and then pressing their lips together, he started rubbing them with his own. He heard a soft pant come from those pretty pink lips. It made Reno pause and snap out of his little world for a minute. He stared into Yazoo’s eyes, barely any distance between them, and didn’t see any protest. He brought his head up a bit to look at the silver haired fox to better read his face.
It wasn’t defiant. It wasn’t shock. If anything, it was this inquisitive, studious, curiousity. Reno had never seen that look on anyone’s face during this kind of situation before. Actually, he had never been in a situation like this before. This was new.

“So my pretty little guest, still want me to unzip your coat?” he said with a leer and a smile, “You’re right, it is hot in here, isn’t it?” Reno grinned at his own cheesiness. 98% of time it worked in his favour.

Yazoo analyzed the Turk. At the same time he was trying to control his breathing so as not to sound like a wanton whore. The hardness in his leather pants was becoming extremely constricting as they really did fit like a glove. But it was pinning his erection in the most uncomfortable way. He felt a flutter of anxiety in his chest.
In conclusion, it seemed evident that Reno was at least bi-sexual. Hopefully it wasn’t the drink that made Reno attracted to him. What had he unleashed here? Was Reno playing games again? It didn’t seem that way but one could never be too sure with the sly redhead. He had to relax himself and keep his head clear, though he could feel his face was hot and he was bucking a bit at the restraints, trying to get some movement towards the object of his desire. He always won the physical fights between Reno and himself, and now had to regain some mental strength over him. But the redhead was so sexy. Yazoo looked at Reno through half lidded eyes, his head a bit fuzzy from the cocktail. Yes, Reno was just gorgeous.

“I’ll take the silence as a yes.” Reno nodded.

Yazoo was so fuckin’ puzzling. He never knew ‘puzzled’ could look so good. He still had the silver hair in his grip and Yazoo didn’t seem to mind it at all. He just looked up at Reno, slightly flushed with a carefree yet curious expression.
His rock hard dick sent a signal to his brain to let it know it was thinking too much again, and the blood used there was needed in more important areas.
Back on track, Reno took the zipper under Yazoo’s chin and slowly started to pull it down. He heard the sexiest sigh escape those pale pink lips.
‘Holy fuckin’ hell.” Reno’s brain blitzed. ‘Goddammit, does he even know what he’s doing to me? Why is the little fucker so hard to read? It’s like he’s planned this-...’

Oh shit no.
He didn’t, did he? Reno paused, stopping his actions. Could it be the silver-haired siren was seducing him? What an idiot he was. And here Yazoo was doing all this to him without even touching him. The man was practically fused to the chair.

‘Nobody plays me.’ Reno squinted.

He took the zipper down as far as it could go with Yazoo in his seated position. It caught a bit around the man's lap. He then roughly opened the coat to let his chest be exposed and stood back a bit, but he didn’t let the fistful of hair go yet. He knew not to trust the three crackpot brothers. Would Yazoo put himself in such a compromising position to get himself freed? Perhaps he wanted to gain some trust or favour with the redhead? Did he even HAVE sex? Reno knew he was with his brother’s at almost all times. Perhaps the Turk didn’t win their outside skirmishes as much as he’d like, but sex was something he knew, and well.

“I don’t have to untie you to have a good time, you know.” Reno arrogantly sat on Yazoo’s lap. It was the best seat in the house. And pretty-boy couldn’t do shit about it. The red-haired man opened the leather coat wide and ran his free hand over the smooth, pale chest in front of him.

Yazoo jumped slightly as Reno plunked himself down. His actions were sudden and unexpected. The contact was overwhelmingly teasing, and the redhead even drew his legs up to throw them over the armrest, which also had Yazoo’s wrist tied to it. His demeanour had noticeably changed.

“Sooo…” Reno began, as he finally released Yazoo’s hair, immediately running his fingers over the pale, pretty face. “When’s the last time you had a good roll in the hay?” His blue eyes glued to his captive’s green ones as he awaited the answer. It was a decent question.

“Roll in the hay?” Yazoo replied, utterly lost. What happened? Why has he stopped?

“Yeah. You know, a good shag, a great lay, a fantastic fuck,” he went on, “Sex princess. When was the last time you had mind blowing sex?” he took Yazoo’s chin in his hand and rather rigidly used it to turn his captive’s face towards him, preventing him from looking away. “You DO have sex don’t you? Though I can’t imagine where you and your looney tune brother’s find the time with all that energy being spent on being a royal pain in the ass. But tell me, how long has it been?”

Yazoo did not like this line of questioning. Why had Reno become so…lewd all of a sudden?

“Come on,” Reno continued, picking up Yazoo’s drink to sip from it as he sprawled out and made himself comfortable on that fabulous, leather-clad lap, “You’re hot, you know it. What do you do? Sit in a pub, and wait for a woman or three to throw themselves at you?”

“What?” Yazoo wrinkled his nose, “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t go to those irritating drinking holes.” He was becoming annoyed and defensive.

“So then, how does it play out? How do you get your rocks off?” Reno looked Yazoo up and down, purposely being very dramatic. “You can’t possibly be going without.” He held the straw of the glass up to Yazoo’s lips, mockingly offering him to have some.

“ShinRa has always been a twisted ass company,” Reno drawled. “The Silver-Haired Clones. One was grown for hauling heavy boxes around. One was programmed to be an insane, obsessive compulsive, blabbermouth. But you Yazoo, I wonder what YOU were designed for, swimmin’ around in that little aquarium of psychedelic clone bubbles?”
Yazoo felt the hand on his chest slide all the way down, over his stomach muscles and gasped, startled as Reno grabbed his groin, leaving his hand there and squeezing it suggestively.
“Tall, slender and stunningly pretty, I can only imagine the plans they had for you! You think I don’t know what your purpose is, princess?” Reno was still holding the glass out but leaned his head back to chuckle like the town drunk.

Yazoo’s cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment as he scowled. Reno hit a button. How dare he be so insolent! But if Reno wanted to play snotty, he had met his match. Yazoo had the art of snobbery down to a fine science. He was naturally gifted at it.
Tilting his head slightly, and ignoring the hand on his crotch, he took the straw in his mouth and started drinking. His eyes locked on Reno and never once did they flinch. It was a showdown of staring. And he saw a slight flicker of amazement in Reno’s eyes as he polished off the contents of the entire glass.
The entire glass that is; save for one mouthful that he kept held inside the straw, corking up the top with his tongue to trap the liquid inside. Gracefully, eyes still on Reno’s face that now had an eyebrow arched, he ever so lightly drew the straw out of the glass and blew the contents of the straw straight at Reno’s face.

“ARGH!!” Reno sputtered, with a face dripping with vodka cranberry juice, “You BITCH!!” Reno shot up from the chair and made for the kitchen.

“You fucking harpy!” he howled from the sink, as he splashed fresh water on his face cleaning himself off. He immediately marched back into the living room drying his hair with a towel and throwing it aside he put one hand on each of Yazoo’s knees and glowered at him as close to his enemy’s face as possible.

“You sneaky little shit!” Reno hissed through his teeth, seething.

Yazoo didn’t look frightened in the least. He merely stuck that perfect nose up in the air, haughtily and replied, “You started it. You were being an ass.”

“Oh? An ASS was I!? “ Reno seethed. He thought about slapping that ‘holier than thou’ expression off Yazoo’s face.
Almost automatically, after breathing in, the redhead threw an open palm out striking Yazoo’s face, right across the cheek. Silver hair splayed out and whipped in the direction guided by the smack.
And his captive’s head stayed there like that. Hair hanging in front of his face, head now lowered far to the left. Silent.

Reno expected some kind of retaliation. Like being spat at or something. But it didn’t happen.
Yazoo merely kept his head low, and slowly moved it back to the center. Through shiny panels of silver hair, Reno saw two green eyes look up at him. To his utter shock, they held no anger at all. It was…sad… compliance?
‘Eh?’ Reno thought inwardly. He straightened up and ran both hands through his hair until they rested on his neck. Pacing a bit, he glanced back down at Yazoo who was simply staring forward at nothing. The man was completely expressionless.

“‘Oh, Shit.” the Turk cursed at himself. Holy Fuck. He might have made a huge mistake.

Reno felt like crap. Yazoo was a formidable fighter. He was so skilled that it defied logic. But this felt different. The Turk had a pang in his gut, something that told him that Yazoo had been slapped like that before, but slapped into submission. By whom and for what, Reno could only guess. But he hoped, most likely in vain, that it wasn’t for something sexual.
‘Fuck I’m an idiot’ He cursed himself again.
Sinking to his knees, Reno gently took the pale lovely face in his hands. Yazoo tried half-heartedly to yank it away, but the redhead held on to it snugly.
Brushing back all the hair with one hand so it was behind Yazoo’s back, Reno tried to look into Yazoo’s eyes. The silver haired man was looking forward, but not at him.

“Ok,” Reno said, trying his best to keep the attention of those lovely green eyes, “Yazoo… Yazoo…” he repeated to try and get some recognition. “Hey-“ Just look at me Yazoo~

“I am an asstard.” Reno blurted out.“ I’m sorry, ok? I’m sorry. I’ve had too much to drink, and I’m like, all over the place brain-wise…”
It was true. Here he was with one of the silver haired men as a hostage in his own living room. He was half naked, drunk, getting Yazoo drunk, and on top of all of that he was lusting after him like a brazen harlot. If that wasn’t enough, he then lashed out at his captive who couldn’t move, because he assumed that somehow, this beautiful creature was trying to seduce him for malevolent purposes.

“Look, I have never had this type of hostage experience before!” Words pleaded as they scrambled out of his mouth trying to explain his actions without explaining his underlying desires.
“We were kinda having some laughs weren’t we?” he continued, trying to get the man to say anything. Even an insult would be great at this point.

‘Oh, screw hiding it, I don’t give a shit.’

“Look, it’s just that I have a high functioning libido, ok? I swear to God, I am such a slut,” he laughed, pleadingly, “To be honest, you are hotter than Hell. I’ve been having FILTHY thoughts about you for quite some time now. I can’t help it! I’m a manwhore! A tramp! If I wasn’t ordered to keep you hostage, and if you weren’t always trying to kill me, I’d have totally thrown myself at you like the drunken hosebag I am by now!”

Reno was going on like he was preaching to anyone with ears.

He looked back at Yazoo’s face, and pleasantly, much to his relief, Yazoo was showing signs of life. Sure, he was looking at Reno like the redhead was a circus sideshow freak, but that was ok! Confused and slightly alarmed expressions were an excellent alternative to expressionless void.

During Reno’s yammering, thoughts were flying through Yazoo’s head. The slap had sent him back into the recesses of his mind. He realized that being slapped like a bitch wasn’t unusual to him. His older sibling, Loz had slapped him countless times to get him to stop fighting.
But it hadn’t always been that way. In the beginning he used to struggle against the brawny man, a long time ago it seemed now. And his larger brother would combat his squirming body with brute strength to pin him. But it could take quite some time to immobilize Yazoo, as he was built for speed and agility.

The very first time it happened, Loz had learned that Yazoo could draw out an unwanted situation for a lot longer than desired.

The three brothers were camped just outside a popular town that evening. They had set up a well- constructed tent with their sleeping bags, a portable heater, and a lantern inside.
Loz had gone into town to see what the lights were all about. It was some kind of festival perhaps. Yazoo had stayed back with Kadaj and was intent on polishing his bike next to a crackling bonfire. Mumbling could be heard from his younger brother who was lying down in the tent. It was normal for Kadaj to talk to himself endlessly, so it was a noise Yazoo had become accustomed to. When he was finished with his task Yazoo ducked inside and took off all the leather garments that protected him so well during the day. He changed into a clean pair of loose cotton pants as it was nice and warm in the small interior. He kneeled and looked at Kadaj, his brother’s eyes were all clenched shut and he was writhing around grumbling a very forceful monologue about power or something in his sleep. It was kind of adorable to see he was still a little dictator even if he wasn’t awake.
Yazoo lied along side of him and put a gentle arm around the sleeping tyrant. This usually quieted Kadaj’s dreams so he could sleep more peacefully.
Just as he was starting to relax into slumber himself, he heard the loud motor of his older brother’s bike pull into camp.

“Stupid humans…” he heard a deep voice growl outside the tent.

Yazoo rose from his sleeping bag and crossing his arms around his naked chest, stepped outside to see what had put his brother in such a foul mood.

“Hey…” he said calmly as he wandered over to Loz’s bike. His brother kicked out the stand and turned the engine off.

“Hi Yaz.” He mumbled.

“You smell like a Booze Can” Yazoo smirked as he watched his eldest brother try and manoeuvre his broad, drunken body off the motorcycle.
“Thanks.” Loz said as he rolled his eyes. Getting off his bike, he stumbled towards his middle brother and grabbed onto him for stability. Yazoo tried his best to help the muscular man to a firm stance, but it just wasn’t working out. So the two of them managed to fumble their way over in front of the still burning bonfire before collapsing in a heap.

“Loz.”

“What?”

“You’re crushing me.”

It’s like a law of the universe that Yazoo would be on the bottom; some bizarre, celestial rule that the slender, lighter one always will end up underneath the large, muscular, heavy being. Even if by accident.
Loz rolled off his slightly built brother and sat up, his head swimming around. He started removing his gloves and other apparel by the warmth of the fire in an alcohol induced daze.
Yazoo sat up and pulled his hair out of his face. The night was quiet, and the only sounds to be heard were the crackles and pops of the flames, and crickets chirping around the surrounding vacant land. He brought his knees up to his naked chest and watched as Loz fumbled with his attire, seemingly annoyed.

“What’s the matter Loz?”

“I’m wearing so much shit and it takes too long to get it off me.”

He had managed to be rid of his boots, gloves and had unzipped his leather armour all the way, but getting out of it was proving to be a challenge. Yazoo’s question wasn’t in reference to the present issue though.

“I meant the town. You seem to be in a bad mood, and said something about the humans? What did you do in the town?” he wasn’t sure if he would get a sensible answer from his intoxicated brother, but he could try.

“Oh.” Loz grunted. “yeah, Fuck them. They had these drinking tents set up, and you just gotta pay an entrance fee to the tent. Then it’s all you can drink…FINALLY.” The large man exclaimed as he managed to pull his clinging pants off his feet leaving him free. He lied down on his back beside Yazoo wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, and put his forearm behind his head.

“What? Did you drink them poor?” Yazoo asked softly, lying down beside his older sibling. He propped himself up on his elbow and leaned his head on his hand.

“Nah. That’s not it.” Loz turned to face his brother and also elevated himself on his elbows. “The thing is, they see I’m a big guy, right? I’m strong. I look strong. So as usual some weakling human challenges me to a drinking contest. And it’s just BEER, right? So of course I say yes because there’s no way I can lose.” He was slurring and wobbling. Lose no. Loaded, yes.

“So you won of course, right?” Yazoo said with a small smile. Loz reach a hand out and started running it through his middle brother’s hair. He had been showing affection a lot lately. But Yazoo didn’t think much of it. “How much did you win this time?” he continued with anticipation. It was kind of entertaining that Loz could make a side income by these insipid events alone.

Loz smiled and scooted his body closer, “I won like, 150gil.” He snorted and laughed like only drunk people do. It was over-laughing. But at least he wasn’t annoyed anymore.

“Well, that was a good haul!” the delicate one mused. He lay down on his back beside his brother and smiled in thought.
But then, strangely, Loz stopped running his hand through Yazoo’s hair and began tracing over his face. He was inebriated, and his strong hands weren’t exactly gentle about it.
“I thought it was a decent pile of cash.” The older brother said, not stopping his study of Yazoo’s facial features. He ran his fingers over his brothers’ soft lips. The light from the fire reflected ever so beautifully off that long silver hair, and could be seen mirrored in his mesmerizing eyes.

Yazoo was at a loss. He didn’t understand what was going on. His muscular brother loomed over him and was gazing at him with something more than affection.

“So what was your problem then?” the slight one managed to stutter out. Things were so…off. Reminding Loz of what he was mad at may bring things back to an identifiable state.
“Oh, yeah.” The brawny man recalled. He slipped his arm around Yazoo’s exposed waist and pulled him in close, to hold him against his body. “Well, ok… after that I left the tent with the cash. And you know. Lots of scantily clad, drunken women everywhere with their tits half hanging out. They were all over me as usual. I guess they’re used to the men in that town being weak and having beer guts. I don’t think they see a strong man in good shape go through there everyday.” He chuckled at that.
Loz wasn’t boasting. Yazoo had seen the ladies literally draped over his brother during the times they stayed at Taverns. He would go downstairs from the room to collect Loz from the Pub, and it was quite an ordinary sight to see him at a booth with a few women. They were awe struck by the eldest brother’s powerfully defined, muscular form and good looks. Loz was handsome and masculine. Yazoo envied it at times. Not the attention he received, just the ability to intimidate on sight, as well as attract.
Nobody found Yazoo intimidating until he drew a weapon and started to move.

“I still don’t get the problem, Loz.” he pressed. Smiling as he did so to try to adjust the atmosphere back to one he recognized.

But his older brother was still looking at him with those eyes.

It was desire.

“I never complain about women coming onto me.” He put his hand on Yazoo’s raised, bent knee, which caused the slender man to grow slightly alarmed at the odd behaviour. “But tonight, I wasn’t in the mood for a female. You wouldn’t know because you never let anyone touch you Yazoo, or touch anyone else, but sex with a woman is different than sex with a guy.”
That hand on his knee started creeping it’s way down Yazoo’s thigh, groping and caressing every muscle through the thin cotton pants.
“There’s technique to both. But a lot of the time you gotta be a bit more gentle with women. I didn’t feel like being gentle tonight. So I looked around for a guy. You have no idea how hard it is to find a decent piece of tail in a population of humans.”

The hand had done searching around his thigh and started caressing Yazoo’s abdomen. The hairs on his neck stood up out of sheer shock and his eyes opened wide. He had never been touched in this way, and definitely didn’t expect this. He had no idea how to react. Yet Loz was still talking.

“So I looked and looked. Sure I got hit on by a few possible pieces of ass, but they just weren’t in our league. You know?”

“Our?” Yazoo questioned, alarmed and confused.

“Yeah. I was thinkin’ about it as I was walking along. Every human was so disappointing. I was thinkin’ how whenever I’m fucking another guy, I’m always thinking of you. You’re so superior to them all. WE are superior. You’re beautiful from head to toe. And you ain’t annoying.” He lowered his face to his younger brother’s “ So why do I bother? I don’t need the variety. I always just compare them to you. So tonight, I decided, I just need you. It was so simple all along.”

Loz closed in haphazardly on Yazoo’s lips and covered them with his own, pushing his tongue inside his pretty sibling’s mouth. His hand adeptly slid below the waistband of Yazoo’s pants before he could blink. The younger brother felt the hand on the bare tendon of his groin that connected it to his thigh. It was rapidly feeling all over and found his scrotum, squeezing and kneading his testicles.
Utterly flabbergasted, he rigorously squirmed, kicking his legs and clawing at the back of Loz’s head, attempting to grab some of the short, silver hair. He finally caught the tip that his older brother left longer and pulled on it hard. Loz let out a growl of pain and Yazoo took the opportunity to swiftly jerk his head to the side so he was facing away from the stronger man. As quickly as possible he rolled out from underneath and managed to get into a crawling position. Grasping at the dirt and grass, he desperately tried to get some distance between them.
He heard a sound of irritation escape the mouth of his brother from behind him, and though clamouring to get away, he could hear Loz rise to his feet.

Loz heaved a sigh of discontent.

“Yazoo.” he started as he walked slowly but easily to catch up with his frazzled brother, “What are you doing? This doesn’t have to be hard. I won’t hurt you. It’s not like you’re gonna stay untouched forever. Stop it and come back here. I don’t wanna have to drag you back…”

“What the HELL is your problem?” Yazoo yelled as he flipped over to skitter backwards. He wanted to keep an eye on Loz’s whereabouts. His brother was calmly strolling towards him with an expression of amusement on his face.
“I don’t want to be touched!” Yazoo went on, “ Now just leave me alone! I don’t know what you were drinking but it’s affecting your puny brain!” Yazoo managed to rise to his feet from this position and stood fiercely to look his brother in the eye from the distance he managed to attain.

Loz stopped a bit and looked off to the right smirking, as if he was just humouring Yazoo’s words. He extended a hand out, wanting his brother to take it.

“I just wanna fool around a bit Yazoo. What’s the big deal? Just try it for a bit and if you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

Yazoo could see his muscular brother’s eyes were still hazy from the drinking and didn’t believe him for a minute.

“No.” He said flatly. “Just go to sleep Loz. You’ll forget about this by morning.”

“Wrong answer.” Loz replied with that deep voice of his.

Yazoo’s heart stopped and he felt the tingling sensation of panic spread out through his body. He felt like a rabbit facing a wolf.
“I mean it Loz.” He tried again, “Just STOP. Think about this. Think about what your doing.”

“I am thinking about what I’m doing.” Loz chuckled. “I’ve been thinkin’ about it almost every night for a long time. I don’t get you. Don’t you trust me? You may actually like it you know. Come back here.” Loz continued moving forward.

Yazoo was still in shock. It slowed his usual impeccable reaction time and in a flash of light, Loz rammed into him with his whole body and grabbed him around the waist with one hand. Yazoo couldn’t believe his older brother had used his Dual Hound technique to get to him. His knees buckled from the impact, even though it was much less than any enemy would receive.
His brawny, muscular sibling used his strength to hoist Yazoo up and flip him over one shoulder. Yazoo punched and kicked at him angrily, though it seemed his brother felt no pain. Still a bit tipsy on his feet, Loz made his way back to the bonfire carrying his lightweight brother like a sack of flour. Yazoo’s hair was hanging in front of his face and down Loz’s back, blinding him as he strained to look up.
Once they reached the warmer area again, Loz flipped Yazoo over and placed him facing up on the ground pinning both arms over his head. Yazoo continued to squirm his lower torso around.

Loz growled angrily. “You know, I’m starting to get pissed. I don’t wanna hurt you so just stop struggling like a little girl. God. If you would just give it a chance, I know you’ll like it a bit.” The older brother never anticipated Yazoo being so difficult and resistant. But he knew in the end, in close confrontation, his superior strength would win. But he was growing weary and impatient. Yazoo was like a butterfly, flapping wildly to get out of a net. He was tired of this.
Still refusing to let go of his brother’s arms, Loz reached back and felt blindly through the pile of clothes he had discarded, searching for his bag. When he retrieved it, he opened it using one hand and his teeth. Inside, there was a rope.
They always carried good things like rope.
He bound Yazoo’s wrists together and lay on top of him using his weight to help pin him more firmly and completely to the ground. He thought he should say something, but he was tired of talking. Yazoo just had to learn not to be afraid of new things. He was going to take good care of his beautiful brother. He always took care of him.
Sitting up a bit Loz slipped off Yazoo’s cotton pants with ease. They were loose and barely had a waistband left. They popped right off just by yanking from his feet by the cuffs. He managed to catch one of Yazoo’s legs in mid air.

“Yazoo, don’t kick.”

Positioning himself between his brother’s legs, it didn’t matter if Yazoo wiggled around. He couldn’t go anywhere. He grabbed the long silver hair at the back of his head and tilted it back.

“Finally. Wow, you sure don’t make this easy brother.” He said rather amused.

“STOP IT. Get OFF of me!” Yazoo exclaimed angrily through clenched teeth. He tried kicking again but it was difficult. He could only strike his brothers broadly muscled back with his heels and it appeared to have no affect. Yazoo was actually getting frustrated to the point of being fatigued. Loz ignored him of course.

Still having his brother’s head tilted back by his long sliver hair, Loz almost inhaled him with the first kiss. He held Yazoo’s face still and attacked his mouth with his own. He searched out every part of Yazoo’s mouth with his tongue, ignoring the muffled sounds of protest. He had to show his perfect brother how to take some pleasure with his body. In his opinion, leaving it to a human would be dumb. And being lower life forms, they could never possibly appreciate Yazoo’s stunning perfection anyways. Yazoo just didn’t know this yet.
He sucked on those lovely lips until they were blushed, and full. Kissing his beautiful middle brother was almost like a drug in itself. It was addicting. He stabbed his tongue in forcing Yazoo’s mouth open wider to give him more access. He kissed him as deeply as he had ever imagined; and he had spent long nights imagining it a lot. Yazoo wasn’t struggling as much now. It made things a hell of a lot easier.
As much as he hated to part with those lips, he pulled his tongue out in favour of smothering Yazoo’s long, slender neck with an assortment of different kisses and licks. His cock was so hard. He pressed it against his brothers, becoming aware that there was still a thin layer of material between them preventing full skin on skin contact. He still had his boxer briefs on. There was so much he wanted to do.
Still controlling the position of Yazoo’s head by his hair, he tilted it to one side to suck on his neck with a very open mouth. He groaned as he tried to get every spot, but his movements were becoming hasty and he realized he was getting too hot, too soon.
Yazoo let out a small noise of pain and surprise when he felt the teeth of his overbearingly strong brother sinking ever so slightly into his neck. He couldn’t believe his Loz desired him in this way. He had never been overtly sexual. Quite the opposite. How did this happen?
His silver hair being pulled taught in the large man’s fist, Yazoo’s head began to swim a bit. He was squinting his eyes shut as he felt his whole neck and collarbone being bombarded by Loz’s mouth. Then suddenly, he jumped in absolute surprise to feel a hand on his most private parts again.

Loz knew Yazoo needed to be helped along. He was determined to prove to his lovely brother that he could make him want to do this on a regular basis. He could feel his own heart beating in his powerful chest. His breathing was heavy and ragged, and he had to slow down. He was just so goddamm hard. He had to fight to resist the urge to just fuck Yazoo’s brains out right there in that moment. But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t be selfish this time. Yazoo was still completely flaccid, which was unfathomable to Loz. But he knew how to fix that.
He kissed and licked at Yazoo’s nipples, which resulted in the younger one protesting and squirming. Sucking on one of the pink nubs for awhile, he started massaging the soft regions of his brother’s crotch. He tried to be as gentle as possible but it was difficult as he was straining to hold himself back. His impatience was growing. But as he heard weak whines coming from his brother’s pretty mouth he became more focused on doing this right. He knew if he paid attention to the sensitive areas of Yazoo’s body, the younger one couldn’t help but gain some pleasure from this. So he was sure the next move he made would speed up this entire encounter.
Leaving a trail of small licks and kisses down his torso to his navel, Loz hooked two powerfully muscular arms around Yazoo’s thighs, pushing them out widely, and buried his face in Yazoo’s groin.

“Oh my god, stop…” Yazoo heaved frantically.
He had never, ever had anyone even see him in such an intimate way let alone perform such a thing. He took his bound wrists and moved his arms to try and cover his face as if that would hide him from anything. But the best he could do was move his upper arms and turn his head to sink his face into one of them.
Loz started licking his scrotum, paying special attention to the soft skin that connected it to the shaft of his penis. He took the balls in his mouth, gently sucking on one and letting it drop, then he did the same to the other. He had wanted to be close enough to smell the skin between his brother’s legs for months. Taking Yazoo’s near flaccid cock entirely in his mouth, he rolled his tongue around it, coaxing it to come alive. Smirking in satisfaction with his mouth full, he could feel the penis lengthen and grow just as he knew it would. He released it and let it drop to hear the light smacking noise it made as it hit his brother’s abdomen. Using his tongue flatly, he ran it from the very bottom of the shaft and up, repeating this action, licking Yazoo’s dick up and down. Finally he heard a muffled groan escape his brother’s lips.

Yazoo’s eyes were scrunched shut, head buried into one upper arm and his jaw was clenched trying to comprehend everything that was going on between his legs. He tried his best to cover his blushing face, and struggled inwardly to fight any noises he wanted to make from being audible. He could feel the blood engorging his cock, making it embarrassingly hard. And he couldn’t deny that he was feeling pleasure shoot through it and his lower pelvis as the powerful man’s tongue rhythmically teased his shaft from top to bottom.
Yazoo let out an indecipherable exclamatory sound as he felt Loz take his cock deep into his mouth. His head whipped up and eyes looked down in wild shock, long bangs plastered by sweat to some areas of his face. He could feel the back of the inside of his brother’s throat with the tip of his now rock solid erection, and Loz’s lips at the base of his shaft. Why his older brother didn’t have a choke reflex was beyond his understanding. Yazoo threw his head back down, hair hitting the ground above him as he stretched his neck way back, keeping his eyes clenched tight. He could feel the mouth close around his dick like a vacuum, even hear the strong sucking noises as Loz never missed a beat during the up and down motions.
The rhythm was powerful and consistant, from shaft to tip sending Yazoo’s mind into a place he never knew existed. It felt so fucking good. His own moans in time with Loz’s technique surprised his own ears. He couldn’t believe the sounds he was making, and he couldn’t believe that he had ceased trying to cover them up. His chest heaving and breathing in short gasps, he felt the overwhelming urge to buck his hips. He wanted to ride faster.
Perhaps Loz had been correct in some way after all, he couldn’t help but want more, it felt bloody fantastic. But his body was demanding speedier satisfaction so he furiously sought it out by trying to gain friction by pumping his hips into the mouth that was driving him to the edge.
Loz felt his brother thrusting his cock around wildly in his mouth and heard the now uncontrollable moans filling the air. His own member was so hard it was dripping with natural fluid, creating a huge wet spot on the front of his boxers. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait. He did not want to come in his pants. That would be a miserable end to this amazing encounter. He heard his writhing brother whine as he deprived Yazoo’s now red, swollen hard-on of his mouth.
The situation was becoming desperate. That whine alone could have sent him into an orgasm without ever being touched.
Loz quickly sat up and scrambled through the belongings in his bag for the sexual lubricant he had bought in town. He knew this next part wouldn’t be as pleasant for his virgin brother, but it had to be done. He quickly removed his boxers, and clumsily, he squeezed a large amount of the thin gel all over his hands and didn’t care that it dribbled and ran down his forearm. He reached down and coated his own painfully neglected cock, sighing with contentment of finally having the slightest bit of contact with something. Then he went back between his brother’s legs and smeared it all over the beauty’s balls and most importantly, his ass. Loz’s hands were shaking from impatience, but he took deep breaths and tried to control himself. Throwing the bottle aside, he attempted to slide a slick finger into Yazoo’s anus.

“What the fuck are you doing?” his long-haired brother demanded. He looked at Loz with mass, defiant confusion.

“Just relax Yazoo. This will be a hell of a lot easier if you just stay calm and relax your muscles”

But Yazoo didn’t seem to be listening. So Loz had to try again, harder and more persistent this time to slide his finger into his brother’s entrance. It was met with a yelp of pain and anger.
“Don’t focus on the pain Yazoo, focus on your dick” the muscular man said, and he bent back down to take Yazoo’s cock in his mouth again so as not to lose any ground in his brother’s arousal. He couldn’t have him going limp. This wouldn’t be as sweet if Yazoo didn’t get off too.
“Ngh~” was the only sound Yazoo could get out of his mouth. His senses were mingled together. At one time he felt that amazing surge of hot pleasure shoot through his shaft, but at the same time he felt one, no, two fingers in his ass, stroking and stretching his backside with a rhythm all their own. He felt nervous knowing what was going to happen yet his dick was still begging for release. He couldn’t believe he was still bucking his hips back and forth, wanting the contact in one way, but again, also not wanting it.
Loz halted his attentions to Yazoo’s needy cock once more. His brother looked so hot. Even sexier than he had envisioned in his mind all those nights when he’d end up jerking off to the fantasy. But he had run out of every last drop of patience. His raging hard on couldn’t handle another minute of neglect. So he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between Yazoo’s legs. His cock pushed against the tight entrance but he only managed to get the head in with the first press.

“RELAX Yazoo.” He sighed with his eyes closed. And he thrust his erection, forcing it deep inside Yazoo’s body.

Yazoo let out a cry of shock and pain. His forehead knotted and eyes almost fused shut.

“Holy shit!” Loz exclaimed in pure bliss. Yazoo’s ass was so much hotter and tighter than he could ever have known. The powerful man moaned loudly and buried himself in there, hyperventilating and grunting out of pure excitement. He had to stop for a moment, his arms on either side of Yazoo’s waist, to try and place his forehead on the sweat soaked body of his lovely, gorgeous brother. He just had to take a minute, because if he didn’t his dick was going to erupt prematurely and he wanted this to last a bit longer than a few small jerks. At this point Yazoo’s moans of pain hit his ears. Loz knew he was well endowed. He decided in fairness to his brother, that deeper, shorter thrusts would be better than pulling his cock out all the way and ramming it back in. He also reached his hand down and started to pump Yazoo’s still erect penis again in hopes the pleasure of that would drown out the pain of being entered.

Yazoo’s brain was fried. He was howling, sometimes for pain as he felt Loz’s deep strokes in his ass, but sometimes in pleasure as he felt a hand jerking his cock in a hectic manner that still had some kind of timing to it. Mixed somewhere throughout the pain in his ass, he couldn’t help but feel a slight flutter of something good everytime Loz banged into his backside. The large man’s enormous dick was stroking something in there, something Yazoo had never been aware of, that sent a signal of ecstasy to his cock, and then to his head.
The pressure in his dick was mounting rapidly. He couldn’t believe one could be in so much pain, yet experience and beg for so much pleasure at the same time. He let out a yell with every powerful thrust Loz dealt him. And finally, he threw his head back and bucked furiously into the strong, unforgiving hand. He let out one last shriek before he saw white behind his eyes, coming hard. His mind and body froze and tensed up, fists grabbing and clenching onto any dirt or grass they could find in their bound state over his head, jaw locked tight as the spasms of orgasm pulsated through his entire lower region. He remembered to breath and gasped for air as he felt the hot, fluid spurt out and hit his own torso, some reaching as far as his chest. Somehow he had long strands of silver hair in his mouth, and he sank back into himself having released, letting his eyes roll back into his head. His still felt his body moving up and down as Loz rammed himself in and out of him. His own movements were reduced to that of a limp doll. He just didn’t care anymore.
Upon seeing his brother come, and feeling the hot rush of semen on his stomache, Loz was at his limit. He had never shown this kind of patience during sex in his entire life. But it was Yazoo. His balls felt swollen and tight, slapping against Yazoo’s entrance. He discarded all restraints and just started fucking him like a wild animal. He was groaning so loud and fucking so hard, the people of the town could probably hear him. He panted out how much he loved Yazoo. And finally, he came. Thick semen exploded out of his dick into that lovely ass. He howled with overwhelming pleasure and great relief. Riding out every spasm, his breathing became hoarse as he grunted the last of his seed into that perfectly tight space.
Collapsing onto the long haired beauty in a sweaty mess, he could feel his heartbeat racing. He didn’t think it pumped that fast when he was fighting. Inhaling deeply, he tried to get air into his lungs as he wound down. Things had become quite silent, save for the heaving of their chests. Loz looked up to his brother’s dazed face and grabbing two fistful’s of long hair, kissed him again as hard as he could. He just knew Yazoo would be perfect. His brother wasn’t responding but that was to be expected. If Loz’s first time had been that mind-blowing, he’d be speechless too. So tired was his beautiful, perfect brother.
Yazoo hissed at the stinging pain as Loz removed himself from his ass. The strong body rolled off of him and moved up a bit so they were in a more face to face position. Loz untied Yazoo’s hands and allowed the arms to finally move to a different position. The younger brother’s arm sockets were sore, as were his knees from being bent in the same position for so long. But no pain was quite as noticeable as the one in his ass.
“That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had.” Loz commented. He didn’t get a response. He looked at his brother who was still just staring off into space and frowned.

“Come on Yazoo, you gotta admit you had SOME fun.” He nudged his younger brother’s shoulder a bit to draw his attention.

Yazoo was a fountain of conflict. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He didn’t know whether to be angry, embarrassed or complacent. He was forced into that situation against his will yet during the act, at one point he became a most willing participant. He had cum all over himself. His own semen on his body, and Loz’s fluid trickling out of his behind.
He mind was completely at a loss. He didn’t know what emotion he should be feeling. It was all so surreal.

“Fine. Be that way.” Loz grunted as he rolled over and crawled to the bikes. Grabbing a sleeping bag he unrolled it and drew down the zipper, hopping in.

“Yazoo, why not just come over here with me. I’ll hold you for awhile. You’ll get cold out there” Loz opened up the sleeping bag, offering a small space.

His brother’s eyes just continued staring at the sky. But he saw Yazoo shake his head refusing the request.

“Goddammit Yazoo, why are you always so difficult. Freeze then.”
And with that last comment, Loz rolled over and almost immediately fell into a dead sleep.

Meanwhile, Yazoo just stared at the flickering light of the flames. His mind kept going over the details of what had just occured. He wasn,t sure how long he had been lying there, naked and covered with cum like that. But he heard the soft footsteps of someone behind him.
Tilting his head up and focusing, he could see the pant legs of his youngest brother Kadaj coming towards him.
‘Oh my God. Kadaj heard the entire thing. Oh God. How could I forget he’s been in the tent this whole time?’
He closed his eyes in embarrassment and became very aware of his bare body. He tried to curl up in a ball as if that would prevent Kadaj from ever knowing what just happened.

He heard his smaller brother kneel beside his now shaking form. The sweat that glazed his body had dried and the cold was getting to him. He didn’t look back though. He just didn’t want to be there. He didn’t want to know anything.
But suddenly he felt a warm wet cloth on his side below his ribcage. Kadaj coaxed Yazoo to turn over on his back again and with a small container of hot water in hand and a soft cloth, continued to clean him up without saying a word. He didn’t even hesitate to wipe off or blot his nether regions.
Yazoo could see some patches of blood on the white cloth. It made sense that he might be a bit torn down there. Kadaj looked at the blood and narrowed his eyes with a displeased expression.

“I suppose it’s normal.” Kadaj quietly said, breaking the silence. “But I can’t say I like it. He’s too drunk to wake up now, but Loz is getting in so much shit tomorrow morning.”
Kadaj wrung out the cloth. Yazoo said nothing.

“Well come on then Yazoo.” His younger brother said, extending a hand to help him up. “It’s too cold out here. Grab your pants and come inside the tent with me.”

The middle brother rolled to his hands and knees and located the discarded cotton pants. After slipping them back on, he took Kadaj’s hand and rose slowly feeling every knot of pain in his body. His ass was still very sore and he limped a bit as they walked to the tent together.
Inside, his delicate younger brother had him lay down under some blankets and joined him pulling the covers up to their shoulders. Yazoo savoured the warmth.
Gods he was exhausted.

Kadaj was stroking his hair back lovingly, “Poor, pretty Yazoo.” He sighed. “At least it looked like you enjoyed half of it”. He kissed his older brother’s clean forehead and rested his cheek there. “Next time I want to do that with you.” He finished, his green eyes unblinking and staring forward at nothing.
Yazoo’s eyes darted towards him, he was almost too tired to be surprised by anything else that night, but wonders never cease.
Kadaj noted the look on his brother lovely face, “Well, I don’t want to be the only one who doesn’t know.” He stated firmly. “I want to know everything. I WILL know everything. And your perfect for me.” He let his head drop back down beside Yazoo’s on a pillow.

“Don’t worry. I’ll wait until you feel better.”

And he did. Well, until Yazoo was healed up. And that was how it all started. But thinking again about his face, Loz never struck him back then. He started to a few weeks after when he grew tired of Yazoo’s struggling. And Kadaj would get in a rage if he saw it. Chaos would ensue.

They were such a fucked up trio.

* * * *


To his shock, that continuous murmur in the background became louder. It was yelling.

“GODS WHAT DO I HAVE TO SAY?? I’M A TART? I’M EASY! I WILL EVEN -CALL MYSELF A FUCKING PILLOW-BITER, JUST THROW ME A GODDAM BONE HERE!!”

Oh. Wow. Was Reno still talking? Or yelling rather? Yazoo was about to apologize and say that he hadn’t been paying attention until he remembered what the redhead was so upset about.
Heh. He thought to himself. He slapped me. He feels bad. That’s kind of nice of him. All this time Reno had been branding himself with various unflattering sexual insults and Yazoo had been quiet and distant. Now the Turk was desperately worried.
…Why did he keep calling himself a whore? For whom did he lend his ass out to?

“Reno?” he quietly asked.

Good God. Yazoo spoke.

“It will NEVER happen again.” Reno blurted out, “Well, not like that. I mean, if you’re coming at me with fists, feet or guns, I will retaliate but not when you’re tied to a chair. That was just asshattery.”

Yazoo gave the redhead an odd look, cocking up an eyebrow. Why does everyone think they know the answers to his questions when he hasn’t asked them yet? But Reno seemed like he wanted to just, spill anything about himself at this point.

…to think it only took one bitch slap to get him here. Though Yazoo was disappointed that their little romantic dance had ended so abruptly due to Reno’s ignorant insinuations.

“No, it's not that. Reno, What I’m about to say is not just to merely flatter you. I’m saying this as a fact.” Yazoo looked him directly in the eyes. “You are a strikingly attractive man.”

That was the last thing he expected to hear. He stared back at Yazoo surprised.

“Now my question.” Yazoo calmly went on, trying not to smirk at the Turk’s stunned look. “Have your looks ever attracted any unwanted attention for you?” he finished, honestly.

Well, a meteor could hit the earth now, and Reno wouldn’t notice if it landed in his living room.

“Uh…” he stammered. “Yes?”

Yazoo rolled his eyes and looked at the Turk sideways, “Can you think on that for more than a few seconds and elaborate a bit?”

“Ohhh…” Reno said as he let the question sink in. Hn.

‘Yazoo thinks I’m “strikingly attractive”! heeheehee' his thoughts squealed in glee.

Oh, but yeah, the question.

“Well,” he tried to explain more seriously. “Ok, the answer IS yes. They have gotten me into trouble and they’ve also gotten me out of trouble. It can be a double edged sword but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It sure beats the hell outta being fugly.” Big grin.

Yazoo’s eyes burned a hole through his head. It was obvious that when Yazoo asked him to “elaborate” he meant he wanted to know some specific shit. The silver haired man remained silent in waiting.

“Ok.” Reno tried again, “Like… for instance, if it were not for my witty charm, and boyish good-looks, I may never have become a Turk.” He smiled.

“and?” Yazoo looked perturbed. Did the redhead not know the meaning of ‘elaborate’?

“Well, I’m not exactly built like a powerful locomotive, as say my partner Rude is, or your bigger cry-baby brother Loz, as you can see.” He spread his arms out and did a 360 degree rotation showing off his lithe form, “And though wily, I am no bio-chemist“.

Not the brightest light on the tree. What a surprise.

“So, ShinRa hired you for your persistence? “ Yazoo searched. And he did search. Reno was known to be a bit lazy, a bit careless, not quite obedient, nor dedicated. Professionalism also wasn’t his strong suit.
Yazoo’s expression turned to a state of confusion.

“I let the President’s son bang me!” he grinned. “He banged me muchly. But I got a good job, a better apartment than I’ve ever had in my life. Regular food and spending money. Hell, I even gained a superior social network.” He nodded, smiling and seemingly proud of this. It were as if he thought he got something for nothing. “AND I could get all that and STILL be a slacker.”

…

“You’re proud of being a slacker?” Yazoo flatly asked.

Reno sat back down on Yazoo’s lap. But rose a bit suddenly, “oh, may I?” he asked first before plunking his bottom down. Yazoo tried to hide a smirk but nodded. He liked Reno sitting on his lap, and dammit if the Turk didn't always make him want to smile.

“Ok, note as I sit here, my ass is still in tact.” The redhead wiggled his butt a bit. It was cute.
“ Also, please note that I may once in awhile be a slacker in the field, however, I’m walking proof that I’m no slacker in the sack.” He grinned proudly, reclining a bit on Yazoo’s body.

No matter what had transpired, Reno still desperately wanted the silver-haired man. And he was prepared to tell him anything he wanted to hear until the time was right to make another attempt at putting some of his filthy thoughts into action.