A wedding

Hey! I know it´s been a while since I updated this, but I simply... forgot it *cough* But I promise to make everything better (have written the next 4 chapters, only need to get betad^^).

No smut this time, I´m sorry (gnaarrr, I´m too much of a plotwhore to just do plain, total smutfic for even once -.-), but lots of angsting and drama and melancholy^^

Thanks to

Golden Kitsune (Hehe, thank you! Well, as you´ll see Yazoo does get to know about what he did/was done to^^ But I guess he doesn´t find it funny... I on the other hand did, and I hope you like it too!)

Ainaloth (Ah, I mad some screenshots and uploaded them to photobucket, and there you can see Yazoo with a naked upper body for a tiny split second^^ I suppose you can play blue ray discs on a blue ray DVD player and on the ps3. But if you download it from the net in blue ray quality it should just be as good - at least I made that experience. You might have a bigger file but the quality´s worth it I think. Especially with AC :) As to what Sephiroth will do with Yazoo and Vincent: we´ll have to see, but he certainly won´t be pleased^^)

bela (No, thank YOU, for reading and reviewing! I´m glad you like it and think it is still elegant *blushes*. I hope you like the new chapter too, although their´s no porn^^)

fyrbyrd (Haha, yes, the colder it gets here the more I need to think about something... warm and thus this comes out XD I hope you´re alright over there!)

Rina76 (Awwww, thank you! *hugs* I´m glad you liked it, since you are the master of writing threesome sex -at least for me- I´m especially happy to hear that! It wasn´t that easy to concentrate on three characters, but it was so fun. Btw: Reno says he´d love to, but unfortunately he doesn´t have it anymore *hints at new chapter*

Now about why the SHM are naked: as you may now they are remnants of Sephiroth and they came into being at the moment Tseng and Elena infiltrated the cave. Sephiroth created a polluted lifestream (the black stuff he calls when he fights with Cloud, the stuff the shadow creeper are made of, the stuff that comes from the shm when they come into contact with the holy rain, and the stuff that gets out of Kadaj and into the pond when he´s with the kids) and the SHM are made from this. Hence their clothes are just made out of that stuff too and are summoned right on their bodies. I LOVE tetsuya nomura for thinking this up, it gives us naked remnants!!! And you find it hard to actually see the wings embroidered on their back, I read about it in the 'Reunion files' (or watched in the making of-not sure)^^)

for reviewing and to PfenixB for betaing!!!!

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4

“It is about time, wake up please.” The deep, gentle voice of someone he knew wormed its way into his brains and pulled him out of his dreamless sleep.

With a groan Yazoo forced his eyes open, wincing at the pain exploding in his head as the light attacked his sensitive nerves.

Drowsily putting one arm over his forehead and effectively shielding himself from the vicious light, the groom blinked in confusion as he found himself naked, lying in a bed in an unfamiliar room next to Vincent. “Where am I?” he rasped, searching the room for an explanation.

“We are still at the hotel,” Vincent explained calmly, although he didn´t feel like it at all. Actually, his heart was pounding like mad and he felt nervous like never before, searching his friend’s face for any indication that he remembered what had happened the previous night.

But Yazoo just looked confused, pained and tired. Licking his dry lips, the silver haired man narrowed his eyes, trying to remember how he´d come to be here, but all was a blur and then his mind just went black.

Since the groom didn´t throw a hysteric fit upon realising that his virginity had been taken just one night before his wedding, and by a man at that, Vincent carefully inquired

“Do you remember what happened yesterday?”

Yazoo simply shook his head, expectantly watching his friend from out of the corner of eye so that he would put him into the picture. There was a strange mixture of relief and disappointment on the handsome man’s face for a moment before he reached over to the nightstand and handed Yazoo a glass and two aspirin.

Briefly watching the groom take the pills and swallow them, Vincent averted his eyes, saying quietly “I guess we drank a little too much.”

Yazoo looked concerned for a moment, asking hesitantly (for he wasn´t sure if he wanted to know what hideous things he´d done, apart from drinking that was) “Did I...do something?”

Vincent licked his lips, looking as if he wanted to say something urgent, but then shook his head in resignation. “No, nothing. When it became too much we went up to sleep.”

“Hn.”

The young man shot his friend a sceptical look, feeling very inclined to arch an eyebrow. But since Vincent had never lied to him before he figured that he wouldn´t start now.

Sighing, he moved from the bed to take a much needed shower, glancing at the clock and finding that he had to hurry. A lot.

“Why didn´t you wake me earlier?” he asked from under the shower, hissing as the cold water rushed over his raw skin.

“I tried,” the groomsman stated dryly, putting the glass aside and standing from the bed to gather their belongings. The car that would bring them to the church, where the last preparations would be taken, was already waiting outside.

Yazoo’s outfit from the night before vanished deep inside the bag, where no one would ever find it (Vincent was very inclined to just keep it, and he highly doubted that anyone would ask for its whereabouts). He laid Yazoo´s usual attire of a conservative black turtle neck and long black pants on the bed.

Vincent himself was already showered, dressed in a black suit and ready to face the worst day in his life.

The groom just emerged from the bathroom, drying his long hair and another white towel wrapped around his slender hips. The raven haired man did his best not to stare as his friend wandered over to the bed with a slight limp, and turned his back entirely towards him as Yazoo started dressing. Instead Vincent pushed aside a curtain and let his resigned gaze wander over the grey city, the grey sky, the grey people. Everything was just so incredibly dull…

“Are you done?”

Letting the curtain slide away, Vincent nodded, turned around and followed the groom out of the room.

*

When they arrived at the church, everyone was already in high spirits. The bride and her maidens were hidden from view in a room where they prepared for the ceremony. Sephiroth was giving instructions and, after a scrutinizing look, acknowledged their arrival with a short nod. Most of the participants had gathered on the benches, some searching for the groom.

Vincent turned around to a still relatively tired and groggy Yazoo “Wait here, please. I will see where you can change.”

The silver haired man just nodded, relieved to not have to deal with the formalities and Vincent went off, searching for his wife, who was in charge of the premises.

On his way to the aisle he was spotted by a certain redhead who boredly loitered on a too hard bench and jumped to his feet, blocking the man´s way “Yo.”

“What do you want?” the raven haired man asked testily, feeling that Reno was the last person he wanted to talk to right now.

“Well, I´m wondering what you want,” the man shot back, casually leaning against a pillar and crossing his arms over his chest “Here, I mean.”

“Obviously, we are attending a wedding,” Vincent returned, arching an eyebrow, and trying to hide his discomfort as good as he could.

“No shit.” The redhead rolled his eyes in sarcasm, but then asked with a serious voice

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else? Like, bolting with the groom or something?”

Vincent didn’t deign to answer, just attempted to walk past Reno and ignore him, but the man grabbed his arm, murmuring into his ear “Don’t be stupid, Vince. I know what’s going on. I know you like him, you have for years. This may be your last chance.”

His ice blue eyes were burning into the other’s brownish-red ones. Vincent first contemplated to just break loose, but then instead said in resignation “He doesn’t remember.”

“Then tell him,” Reno answered, uncharacteristically softly.

“It is not that easy,” Vincent replied tightly, looking straight ahead and past the man, then abruptly jerking away from the other’s hand and walking away with long strides.
Shaking his head in frustration Reno looked after the man.

Vincent walked along the rows of benches, searching the crowd for Lucrecia, when said woman appeared behind him, startling her husband by coldly saying “About time you showed up.”

He turned around, bowing before her as was their wont and she did the same, albeit not leaving her scrutinizing eyes from him. “Did you have fun last night?”

The displeased, almost threatening tone in her voice did nothing to shake the man’s calm composure as he was already accustomed to her jealous, constant suspicions.

“It was bearable” Vincent just said, hoping that she would be done now, but apparently Lucrecia had a few more questions for him in store.

“What did the heathen want from you?” she inquired curtly with a disgusted side glance at the redhead, who had shoved his way through the crowd and vanished in a side door, probably searching for a toilet.

“Nothing. He asked me where the bathrooms were.” During the two years they had been married now, Vincent had become quite the accomplished liar, much to his dismay.

Not only because lying was a serious sin and was treated with heavy punishment when discovered, but also because it was tiring him just so very much. It wasn´t just the occasional untruths he told Lucrecia so she would leave him alone. Vincent felt like his whole life, since his 15th year of age, was nothing but a big succession of lies.

Everything he was, everything he thought and felt had to be hidden and cramped behind a façade of humble obedience and hypocritical assent. He was so sick of pretending to be someone he wasn’t, tired of the self-doubts, of hiding his true feelings…

By no means did he share everyone else’s cheerfulness, but he had to just grin and bear it, even though it was the most miserable day in his life. Actually, he’d thought it couldn’t get worse at his own day of marriage, when Yazoo had lead him to the altar and Vincent had stiffly received his bride´s hand, feeling the dread but not being able to do something against it. Much like a deer that runs on the streets and, unmoving, stares into the headlights until it is run over, he had gone through the procession. All eyes had been focused on him and the bride, and when the priest had asked for anyone’s objections against their marriage, no one had raised his voice. Yazoo just calmly stood beside him, handing him the ring in form of a curled wing and the next moment he knew he was a married man.

It had been painful, yes, but today he just had to learn that he had discovered whole new dimensions of psychical torture. Frankly, he didn’t want Yazoo to get married, because as long as he wasn’t bound to someone else, Vincent could cling to the illusion that no one else would ever have him. But now he finally had to face the harsh reality. Yazoo would get married and belong to Aeris from now on. Despite what had happened the previous night.

Maybe Reno was right, maybe Vincent should just…

“You won’t do anything unreasonable, will you?” the frosty voice of his wife threw him out of his reverie, and Vincent cursed himself for drifting off. Forcing a calm, neutral expression on his face he answered friendly “Of course not. What could I do anyway?”

She gave him a last, skeptical look that told him that she knew more than he was comfortable with and curtly told him where Yazoo could dress.

Thanking her for her efforts, Vincent bowed again and went back to take the groom to his quarters and prepare him for the ceremony.

*

Yazoo slowly paced the room, already dressed up for the ceremony. Just his bow tie had somehow vanished and Vincent had gone off to search for it.

Seriously, Yazoo was concerned for his friend. The last few days he´d been so strange… Almost like he wanted to say something, but every time he just withdrew at the last moment and Yazoo had no idea why. It bothered him, because Vincent was probably the most important person in his life, they were close like brothers, soulmates even. It troubled him to see his friend in obvious pain, but whenever he had tried to carefully inquire what was wrong Vincent just pretended that he was alright.

It also bothered Yazoo because it distracted him from his wedding and if he failed the rather complicated and lengthy ceremony, Sephiroth would grill him. It was strenuous enough to be the one his oldest brother expected the most of, but now with his own problems adding on top he thought that he might just collapse under the pressure…

Letting his gaze wander through the room to find something that would distract him, Yazoo flopped down on a chair, reaching for the camcorder that was resting on the table and indifferently playing with the buttons. Seemed like Reno´s… No one of his clan was allowed such gadgets.

He brushed over a button and the display flared to life. Arching an eyebrow he watched the face of Reno grinning and saying something into the camera, and then the picture shifted towards a crowd, that Yazoo identified to be the one that had gathered at his stag night.

Displeased he followed as a rather drunk and bawling Loz came into view, screaming something into the camera with a red face and Yazoo was rather glad he didn´t hear what his brother was brawling on about.

His gaze become somewhat homicidal when he spotted himself just a second later, and with narrowed eyes had to face the humiliation of seeing himself being dressed as a… schoolgirl?! Growling he swore to himself that, as soon as he’d passed the other side, he would go straight down to hell and watch with gloating pleasure how Reno would writhe in eternal agony.

Somehow he had to find the ‘delete’ button, before someone could see-

He froze, eyes going round like saucers when Reno stumbled along a corridor and opened the door to a bedroom.

The next moment the camera clattered to the ground, a strangled sound filling the room. But the display mercilessly continued to show him his worst nightmare.

But worst nightmare didn´t even come close to the horror that was depicted on the innocently running camcorder!

This… this couldn´t be true.

It had to be one of Reno´s sick jokes or something, this just wasn’t…

Pressing a hand against his mouth, Yazoo tried not to retch his guts out at the sight of himself being… part of… his mind was unable to comprehend, to…

He felt like the world had suddenly turned upside down, like the earth had suddenly opened under him and he was in free fall, everything he knew, everything he was breaking away.

What he’d done…

He couldn’t…

The room felt like it was suffocating him suddenly, his head was spinning and with unshaken certainty he suddenly knew that he had to get away, that under no circumstances could he partake in this marriage!

Shoving the chair away with shaking hands he staggered through the door, hand still pressed against his whimpering mouth and made a run for it.

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Heh, I made Lucrecia a bitch, I say sorry to everyone who likes her ^^ *says 'sorry'*

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