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, alcohol, sex
Disclaimer – Don’t own the boys, just playing with them
Note – Story begins immediately after Advent Children

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– chapter 4 – Influence –


Rufus stared at the monitor before him, watching Yazoo’s shoulders shake as the young man silently cried. Part of him was glad there were no camera’s in the showers because he really didn’t want to know what Tseng had done to the remnant. Whatever happened, he hoped it would be enough to ease the Wutain’s pain and bring him back to the person he was before.

As he continued to watch, the young man’s shoulders stilled and it looked as if he had drifted off to sleep. Hitting the key to turn off the video feed, the President closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair, shutting his eyes. Despite what everyone thought, Rufus did have a conscious and allowing Tseng to have free reign with the remnant left a sick feeling in his stomach. He swallowed it down, justifying it to himself. He needed Tseng, functional and unburdened by whatever Yazoo had done to him. Without the head Turk, Rufus would surely fail.

A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts and he sat up, calling out for whoever it was to enter. Rufus couldn’t help but stare at how disheveled the Turk looked, his pants and sleeves wet and crumpled, his hair untidy with some hanging down over his face. “Tseng?” he blurted, his voice showing his surprise.

“I wish to request permission to go to Edge, Sir. I have business I need to attend to that would require me to be gone until the day after tomorrow. Would you allow me the time off?” the Wutain asked, his eyes unusually bright and intense.

“I can allow that,” Rufus replied, frowning back at the head Turk. “Is there anything I should be informed of before you go?”

“Nothing, Sir. I’m sure Rude will be able to take over the care of Yazoo while I’m gone,” Tseng responded. Rufus noticed how he almost purred the remnants name. Well, that’s interesting… the President mused.

“In that case, enjoy your time off, Tseng,” Rufus murmured. Tseng nodded, turning and leaving his office without any further comment. The President smiled sadly after his favourite Turk, picking up his phone to call Rude and inform him that he’d be looking after the middle brother, once more.

***..***

Reno had seen Tseng come out of the cell block and watched the disheveled Turk go straight to Rufus’ office. He’d gone outside for a smoke, considering going and checking on the middle brother himself. Reno was still debating what to do fifteen minutes later when Tseng emerged from the building, redressed and once again tidy, with a small bag in his hand. The Wutain nodded at him and continued down to the garage, climbing into the van and driving away.

The redhead gave in to his curiosity, jogging down the steps and into the cell block, heading straight to Yazoo’s room. Opening the door, he found the middle brother curled up on the bed, sound asleep. Reno looked the young man over, seeing no visible injuries so he left, heading for the President’s office. He found Rufus sitting with his back to his desk, staring out the large window on the back wall of his office.

“What do you want, Reno?” the blonde asked softly.

“I… um… where is Tseng going, Sir?” the redhead mumbled, shuffling his feet nervously.

“He’s gone into Edge. Won’t be back until the day after tomorrow,” Rufus answered, turning his chair around to face Reno. “Is there something you wanted, Reno?”

“Honestly, Sir, I was worried. Tseng was all… well, not Tseng when he came back from the cell block and I thought that maybe…,” the redhead stuttered, not quite knowing how to voice his concerns without insulting the head Turk.

“It’s alright, Reno,” the President interrupted with a small smile. “I understand what you’re worried about and let me assure you, I am monitoring the situation closely. How did your talk with Kadaj go?”

“Great. Well, mostly great. He told me what made Tseng scream, but the noise gave him a headache, so he left him with Yazoo. After that, he has no idea what happened,” Reno said, scratching his head distractedly. Rufus is monitoring the situation? What situation?

“Reno, please focus!” Rufus called. The redhead flinched, looking up at the President. “Tell me what he told you in more detail, please,” the President muttered, tapping a pencil against his desk.

“Oh, sorry Sir. Well, apparently Jenova was interested in Tseng because he was so resistant to pain. She told Kadaj to stab him in the shoulder and then tie him down. Then she told Yazoo to cut himself and bleed into the wound. Somehow, that gave her the ability to hurt him. I figure it’s kinda like being poisoned or something. Alien bitch’s blood and all,” Reno rattled off, his face still frowning.

“Well, that answers one question but how did Tseng recover from the poison?” Rufus mused.

“I can answer that, Sir,” Rude’s voice cut in from the open doorway, making both Reno and the President look towards him. “The effects seemed to wear off over time. I figure his body fought off the poison on its own. The wound was still septic though, so when we retrieved the ‘holy water’ from Aerith’s church, I gave Tseng some and he washed the wound. It seems to have fixed the injury and it’s healing now.”

“Thank you both for your assistance in this matter,” Rufus said, looking down at his hands before continuing. “From now on, the question of what else happened to Tseng will be dropped. You will concentrate on the remnants you have been assigned and helping them to fit in to normal society,” Rufus ordered, fiddling with the pencil between his fingers.

“Just like that?” Reno asked, looking over at the President suspiciously. If there was one thing the redhead knew, it was that Rufus never let go of anything that tweaked his curiosity. His attachment to Tseng had always bordered on the unhealthy so there was no way he believed the blonde was letting this go.

“Yes, Reno. Just like that,” Rufus replied, meeting the redhead’s eyes with an intimidating glare. Reno looked away, shaking his head as he decided just to let it drop. If the President wanted to play this game on his own, then who was he to interfere? At least if Tseng found out, he’d be clear of the Wutain’s ire.

“Sir, will Yazoo continue to be assigned to me or will Tseng be dealing with him when he gets back?” Rude asked, making the blonde turn towards him.

“That will be decided when Tseng returns. Now, if there’s nothing else gentlemen,” Rufus said, opening his laptop and dismissing both Turks.

Reno headed straight outside for a smoke, surprised when Rude followed him. “Weird eh partner?”

“He’s up to something. There’s no way he’d just drop this,” Rude’s deep voice replied and Reno turned and smiled at him.

“Exactly what I was thinking. This is all gonna blow up in our faces, isn’t it?” Reno muttered, taking a drag on his smoke.

“Like always,” Rude said before reaching over and stealing Reno’s smoke, inhaling deeply as the redhead gaped at him. “Might as well enjoy life while it lasts,” he said in way of explanation, a smirk on his face.

“Best idea I’ve heard all day. What say we go on a little double date? I could bring Kadaj over to Loz’s cell for a visit,” Reno suggested hopefully.

“What about Yazoo?” Rude asked, blowing a few smoke rings.

The redhead took another from his packet, lighting it up as he thought about the third brother. “Normally, I’d say bring him too, but I don’t think even I’m stupid enough to mess with Tseng’s little toy. Best we say clear of that fucking mess.” Rude was silent for awhile, thinking it over while Reno prayed to the goddess that he’d agree.

“Why the hell not,” he finally muttered and the redhead couldn’t help but chuckle. Tseng was right… he was a bad influence on Rude.

***..***

Rufus was far from surprised when he saw Reno, a bottle of whiskey in hand, going into Kadaj’s cell. When he led the boy out of his cell and into Loz’s where Rude waited, he was a little taken aback. Rude had moved a table to the centre of the room and he and Loz sat on the bed, while Reno and Kadaj sat opposite on two chairs. The quiet Turk began pouring drinks as the redhead blabbered on to the two brothers about drinking and how people in the real world used alcohol to relax. The blonde couldn’t help but chuckle at Reno’s antics, knowing that if he went and interrupted their little party, the redhead would swear that they were simply teaching the brothers an important life lesson.

Instead of butting in, Rufus decided to let them be, as there was only one remnant that he was concerned with at the moment. With Tseng gone and both the other Turks busy, he had been given the perfect opportunity to question Yazoo himself and he would not pass up this opportunity. Leaving the monitor set on Loz’s cell and hitting the record button, he stood and pulled on his jacket. Tomorrow he could enjoy the show of what went on with the other four. Tonight, Yazoo was all his.

When the President entered the cell block, the noise from Loz’s cell had increased, thankfully covering any sound he would make entering the middle brother’s cell. He unlocked the door, walking in to find the young man still curled up on his bed, eyes open but no reaction to his presence registering. Rufus shut the door behind him and pocketed the keys, noticing the untouched dinner still sitting on the table in the corner of the room.

“Yazoo?” the President called softly, walking over to thread his fingers through the middle brother’s hair. “I am sorry for your pain.” The boy’s eyes did not move, so Rufus continued to caress his hair, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “You feel alone right now, but I want you to know that you are not. I am here for you and I will help you in any way I can.” There was still no reaction from the young man, but Rufus would not be so easily dissuaded.

“You love him, don’t you? You long for him to love you too but instead he hurt you… rejected you. I know how that feels because I loved a man who rejected me too. The man I loved chose hate over love. You and I are very much alike in that regard.” Rufus felt Yazoo’s head move into his touch, just the slightest bit, so he continued.

“I wish I could do something to ease your pain… to let you know you are not alone. You have to talk to me for me to be able to help though. You have to tell me what it is that keeps Tseng from seeing your love.” Yazoo turned towards him, tears in his eyes as they peered into Rufus’. “I think he loves you too, in his own way. But whatever happened that day is keeping you apart, driving a wedge between you both that won’t go away by itself.”

“Rufus?” Yazoo whispered. The President smiled at the remnant, his hand still caressing silver locks.

“Yes, Yazoo?” the President responded.

“Would you… hold me?” Yazoo asked, his eyes pleading. Rufus lay down beside the young man, pulling him into his arms.

“Of course, little one. I will hold you as long as you need,” the blonde answered, closing his eyes as Yazoo burrowed into his chest. Rufus wasn’t lying when he’d told the remnant that he’d loved and lost but Yazoo’s pain meant little to him. The President was here for one reason and one reason alone. He had to know what happened that day.

***..***

Rude watched Loz take a sip of the whiskey, the oldest brother’s face twisting into a disgusted expression. He chuckled at the sight, Loz’s eyes flicking towards him and taking on a determined expression before the remnant suddenly downed the rest of the glass in one gulp. As the young man coughed, Rude put an arm around him, patting his back and ignoring Reno, laughing from across the table.

“Whoa, dude! You gotta slow down and enjoy the taste!” Reno instructed, so focused on Loz’s attempts to breathe that he didn’t see his own remnant lifting a glass and doing the exact same thing. Rude shook his head as Kadaj spluttered, his face going red and his eyes wide as the redheaded Turk rubbed his back and began lecturing him on learning from other’s mistakes.

“I’m sorry,” Loz whispered hoarsely, looking at Rude with big puppy dog eyes, as if he expected to be punished. “I just wanted to do it like you and him.”

“It takes practice, Loz. Reno and I have been drinking for many years. This isn’t a competition and I would never think less of you for taking it slow,” Rude murmured with a smile. Loz grinned back at him, nodding keenly as he held up his empty glass to be refilled.

By the time the brothers had finished their third drink, Rude and Reno where on to their sixth and all four men looked worse for wear. Loz was leaning heavily against Rude’s shoulder, his breath ghosting over the dark Turk’s neck gently. Rude still had one arm around the eldest brother, his hand rubbing slow circles over the remnants muscled back.

Looking across the table, Rude had a perfect view of the other two men, Reno having turned his chair to the side to face Kadaj. He watched as the smallest remnant climbed onto Reno’s lap, the other two men’s eyes locked together. Kadaj’s face was flushed pink, his cotton pants slipping low on his hips as he straddled the redhead who was, for once, silent. Reno’s hands came up to rest on the young man’s bare hips, grasping the pale flesh and pulling Kadaj closer as he leant in to gently kiss the younger brother.

Rude would usually have looked away but the alcohol had dulled his mind, relaxing him to the point that he felt no discomfort in watching the two, their kiss deepening as Kadaj began moving his hips, writhing slowly on Reno’s lap. His breath hitched as he felt lips nip his earlobe and he turned to find Loz only inches away.

“Watch them,” the oldest remnant whispered, kissing him gently before moving his lips down the Turks jaw, nipping gently on his neck. Rude’s hand that had been rubbing Loz’s back slipped lower, grasping the oldest brother’s firm ass and squeezing it as he turned back to watch Reno and Kadaj.

The youngest remnant was panting, the sound loud in the silent room as Reno devoured his neck. The redhead moved one hand up to undo the buttons on Kadaj’s shirt, pushing the material off one shoulder as his lips moved down and along the newly revealed skin. Rude couldn’t pull his eyes away as Reno continued, Loz apparently imitating the redhead’s movements as he felt his own shirt being opened and eased back of his shoulders.

“Reno,” Kadaj moaned as the redhead’s lips found a nipple, suckling on it and making the youth’s hands come up to grasp hold of Reno’s head. The other shoulder of Kadaj’s shirt slipped down as he arched into the touch, his head leaning back in a display that had Rude so hard that he had to turn away.

Loz had been watching too, his own breaths fast as his hand caressed Rude’s muscled chest. He met the dark Turk’s gaze with fire in his eyes and Rude growled as he pushed the oldest brother down onto his back, climbing up between the remnants legs and pushing the bottom of his shirt up. He let his lips investigate the curves and dips of the pale stomach before him, his tongue darting out to lick lightly over the tender skin. He could feel Loz’s erection against his chest so he snaked a hand between them and began caressing it through soft cotton as his tongue continued upward, finding a nipple and biting it gently. Everything else in the room faded away as he became completely focused on the sound of Loz’s voice, moaning his name.

***..***

“Rufus, he will never forgive me,” Yazoo whispered, pulling back to look up at the President.

“He doesn’t have to forgive you to love you, Yazoo,” the blonde murmured, bringing up a hand to move a strand of hair from the remnants face. “Was what you did to him so unforgivable?”

“He seems to think so,” Yahoo replied, rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. “I don’t understand humans at all.” Rufus chuckled at the youth’s words, getting a glare from the middle brother.

“You have to realize, you are a human now too, whether you like it or not. Tell me what happened and maybe I can explain to you why he is so angry,” the President offered, rolling onto his back to join the remnant in staring at the roof. Those workers from Edge did a crap job on the ceiling paint, he mused, beginning to get impatient as he waited for the youth to respond.

“I’ll tell you,” Yazoo whispered, lifting one arm above his head and closing his eyes. “After mother was finished with Tseng, I watched him for a while. He was so beautiful, lying there asleep, that I reached over and touched his face. At first I was worried that mother wouldn’t approve but she encouraged me, telling me that it was time I learnt other ways of playing with humans. She’d never given my anything before so I didn’t want to disappoint her.”

“Mother told me to be gentle so I ran my fingers over his chest, feeling the way it moved when he breathed and how soft his skin was. I noticed that whenever my fingers touched his nipples, his body would shiver a little so I keep touching them gently, watching as they hardened. I wanted to know how they felt against my tongue so I leant over and licked one. After a few more licks, Tseng started to make these strange little sounds… like little moans but different from what I’ve heard before. I thought I’d try sucking one of the little nubs and when I did, the sounds he made got louder. They made me feel excited and… hard,” Yazoo stuttered, glancing over at Rufus.

“That’s a normal reaction, Yazoo. Are you saying you’d never touched anyone sexually before?” Rufus asked. The youth looked away as he nodded. “Don’t be embarrassed. Tseng is a very attractive man.”

“He is,” the remnant mumbled, looking back at the President as he continued. “I liked the way it made me feel when he moaned and I wanted him to do it more, so while I kept sucking, my fingers squeezed the other nipple. I must have done it too hard though because he woke up, struggling against the ropes and telling me to fuck off. I stood up, my hand still playing with his nipples but it wasn’t the same with him glaring and calling me names, so I stopped.”

“I wanted it to be like it had been when he was asleep, when his body responded to my touch and trembled. Mother offered to help as her essence was still strong enough in his veins for her to control his body. She said that she could make him want me like that, make his body yearn for me. I wanted it so much that I… I asked her to do it. Suddenly, Tseng’s eyes widened and his breath became erratic, his body arching as he groaned, without me even touching him. It was so beautiful that I asked mother to keep doing it, to make him want me more than he wanted to live. He was still swearing, saying those horrible words he’s so found of, but mother said if I helped and did what she said, he’d stop cursing and start begging for me to touch him. Just the thought of him begging...” Yazoo stopped, turning to look at Rufus whose own breath hitched a little. The youth’s description was making the President aroused as he imagined his Turk, tied down and helpless, his back arching with need. “Was I so wrong to want that?” the remnant asked.

“No, not wrong at all, Yazoo. Tseng naked and begging would be quiet a sight,” Rufus murmured huskily, swallowing as the youth smiled at him. “What did she tell you to do next?”

“She said that a man’s penis was their weakest part, that touching it with my hand or mouth, like I had his nipple, would make him forget his anger. I wasn’t so sure, but she promised that she would help too, make his reaction to what I did stronger so he couldn’t resist. It was already hard, twitching against his stomach so I let my fingers slide down it, watching how he squeezed his eyes shut, trying so hard to ignore it. When my hand fell lower and I rolled his testicles in my fingers, Tseng moaned, his eyes suddenly wide. I knew then that mother was right, that I could make him want me.”

“Seeing a drop of something on the head of his erection, I licked it off, wanting to taste what it was like. The skin there was so soft that I ran my tongue around it and back and fourth in the little split at the top. I liked the taste and the feel, so I just kept doing it and then Tseng’s hips moved. He couldn’t do much, tied down as he was, but his hips where lifting, as if he wanted to put it in my mouth, so I let my lips slip over the top, my tongue guiding it in as far as it would go. Looking up, I could see him watching me and he’d become really quiet and still. I started sucking on it, like I had with his nipple and he moaned my name. It made me so hot all over, Rufus, the way he said it. His hips began to move again, pushing his shaft in and back out of my mouth. I guessed he really liked the movement, so I started bobbing my head up and down, watching him and loving the way his mouth fell open as his breath sped up. Tseng’s lips looked so soft and I kept thinking how nice they’d feel, wrapped around my erection like I was doing to him.”

Rufus was spellbound by now, intently watching Yazoo as he told his story. The President hadn’t been this turned on in a long time and as he listened, his eyes began to wonder over the youth’s body before him, noticing that the remnant’s cock mirrored his own as it tented his pants.

“Mother told me to stop then, saying I needed to take off my clothes and untie him. I was worried but she insisted that she had him under control, so I did as she asked. My hands were shaking so much and my own erection was so hard that it started to hurt a little. Mother said that I was being so good that I deserved a reward. I was about to ask her what my reward was, when Tseng rolled onto his hands and knees, reaching out and pulling my body closer. He started licking and sucking my penis, slowly at first as if savouring it and then faster, his head moving up and down. Rufus, it felt so good. I’ve never felt anything like it before,” Yazoo whined, his hand snaking down to rub himself through his cotton pants as he bit his bottom lip.

“Yazoo,” Rufus purred, moving his hand over to slowly cover the remnant’s own. “Pull down your pants and let me do that for you.” The youth’s eyes widened a little and the blonde saw the flicker of fear that danced across them. “If it’ll make you feel better, you can touch mine too,” he added, giving a small smile and hoping the remnant would agree. Finally Yazoo nodded, pulling off his pants as Rufus did the same. Lying back down next to each other, the President was the first to move, putting his hand back on the youth’s twitching cock. “It feels better when it’s someone else’s hand, doesn’t it?” he whispered.

“Yes,” Yazoo moaned, Rufus’ hand already moving on his shaft, stroking it slowly. The remnant reached out, shyly curling his fingers around the President’s erection and imitating the other man’s moves.

“Tell me the rest… Yazoo,” the blonde panted. “I want to hear… everything.” The youth nodded, breathing in deep and closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate on his words, his hips moving in time with the blondes hand and his own.

“My whole body was so hot and I started to feel funny, like a string being pulled tight. Tseng pulled away and I… I didn’t know what to do because I wanted more of that feeling, but Mother told me to breathe deep and be still, so I obeyed. Tseng sat up, putting his fingers in his mouth and… sucking on them, his eyes on me the whole time. Then… then he reached back behind himself and… fuck!” the youth groaned. Rufus grinned, squeezing the base of Yazoo’s shaft to stop him from coming. The hand on his own cock stilled as Yazoo whimpered and the President leant over to kiss the remnant, their tongues sliding together slowly. Pulling back, Rufus looked into those unnatural eyes, the depth of his own need obvious.

“Once your story is finished, then you can come,” the President whispered, his own command reminding him of a time he treasured, from so long ago. Silver hair and cat like eyes… Mentally shaking himself, Rufus concentrated on the youth before him. “Tell me what Tseng did… with his fingers.”

“He put them inside… inside…,” Yazoo stuttered, his words catching as Rufus began to slowly stroke his cock again while sucking on the fingers of his other hand. “I can’t say it,” the youth whispered, his blush returning as he stared at the blonde’s fingers, now sliding out of Rufus’ mouth.

“In here?” Rufus asked, a wet fingertip moving down to rub over the youth’s entrance, the puckered skin twitching at his touch. “How did Tseng look, fucking himself with his own fingers?”

“He… he looked amazing… his head thrown back and moaning. I wanted to touch him but Mother wouldn’t allow it. She made me wait so long but finally Tseng stopped. He lay down on his back, pulling his legs up to his chest and spreading them wide for me. I could see all of him, waiting for me…,” Yazoo’s voice stopped, a gasp escaping his lips as Rufus pushed a finger inside of him slowly. The remnants hand had fallen away from the blonde’s shaft, and Rufus used the opportunity to move down his body, stopping to hover over the youth’s twitching cock.

“Keep talking or I will stop,” he commanded, bending down to take Yazoo’s shaft into his mouth, sucking it slowly in time with his fingers movements. The remnant’s hands moved to fist in Rufus’ hair, pulling so tight that the blonde added a second finger, just for a little payback.

“I… I moved over to Tseng. He was… he was stroking his shaft… muttering, ‘please, please fuck me,’ over and over again. I pushed inside and… and… oh fuck! Rufus… please put more in. I need… need more,” Yazoo moaned, his back arching as his hands fisted in the President’s hair. Rufus let the boys cock go, sitting up as he added a third finger and watched the youth writhe beneath him.

“Do you still want more?” the President murmured, leaning up over the youth to kiss his lips again. “Tell me… my little one.”

“Yes, I need more… please, fuck me. Show me how good it can feel,” Yazoo whimpered, wrapping his arms around the President’s shoulders as he pulled his legs up and opened them wide. “Fuck me… like I fucked him.”

The blonde couldn’t take anymore, pulling his fingers free and pushing into the remnant in a painfully slow movement that didn’t cease until he was fully seated in the youth’s body. “Is this… how you fucked him? Tell me, little one. Tell me… how you fucked Tseng.”

“I pulled back slow… pushing back in and Tseng called my name. The sounds he was making… fuck… Rufus…,” Yazoo groaned as the blonde matched his movements to the youth’s words, stopping when the remnant stopped talking.

“I kept going… uhhh… yes, just like that. Slow… deep… and then he pulled me forward, kissing me and… I started to speed up.” Yazoo moaned loudly, his nails digging into the President’s back. “Tseng was begging me… to go faster… harder. He wanted me to… fuck, Rufus don’t stop. Like this… just like this… yes!”

The President was so close already, his eyes staring down as he watched Yazoo’s beautiful face tense up in bliss. He threw his head back, arching as he came hard, pounding into the pale body of the remnant with everything he had. Finally, the spasms abated and he fell onto Yazoo’s trembling form, lifting his head to stare into the youth’s slit eyes. Hands cupped his face and the remnant leant up to kiss his lips gently. “Thank you, Rufus,” Yazoo gasped, a small smile on his face.

“My pleasure, little one,” the President responded, his own grin wide, pulling out of the youth’s body slowly and laying beside him. His hand came up to thread through Yazoo’s hair and minutes passed in silence as they both caught their breath, Rufus staring at the contrast of the silver strands as they moved across his fingers.

“You love him, don’t you?” the remnant asked, pulling the blondes eyes back up to his face.

“Tseng? He is very attractive but our relationship is not like that,” Rufus answered. Yazoo shook his head and the President lifted an eyebrow in question. “If not Tseng, who are you talking about?”

“Sephiroth,” the youth replied. Rufus was stunned silent, his body moving on automatic as he stood up, grabbing his pants off the floor. “Rufus, I wanted you to know that he remembers you. I could see it in his mind, when he joined with Kadaj. One of the last things he thought of, before he faded away again, was you.”

Rufus froze in place, his pants still clasped in his hand as his body began to tremble. He didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want to think about what he’d lost. It must be a lie, his mind suggested, but even as he thought it, he knew it couldn’t be. Nobody had known about him and Sephiroth… not even Tseng. Looking over at Yazoo, he could only see understanding in the youth’s eyes and it stung his heart.

“If he’d loved me, he would have stayed,” the President whispered, watching as the remnant stood and walked over to him.

“He did love you but it’s impossible to resist Mother’s commands. No matter how I feel about Tseng, she wouldn’t let me go after him when we found them gone the next morning. She said that I belonged to her and no one else, just like Sephiroth. I tried to fight her in here,” he said, pointing at his head sadly. “But it was no use. Nothing can stop her once she’s inside of you. After all, look at Tseng. He couldn’t resist when she made him want me, even though he hates me.” A tear fell down Yazoo’s cheek and Rufus pulled him into his arms, comforting the youth as his mind ticked over. Jenova hadn’t wanted him with Sephiroth, just as she didn’t want Yazoo with Tseng. This time, the bitch would not get what she wanted.

“What happened when Tseng came to take you to shower, Yazoo? Something must have happened to make you think he hates you and if I’m to understand, I have to know everything,” Rufus crooned, rubbing the youth’s back.

“He started touching me, like you did but he wouldn’t let me touch him. It felt so good and I was hoping that he’d forgiven me but then, just when I was about to climax, he said… he said he’d never fuck a useless whore like me,” the remnant whispered into his chest, refusing to look up at him. Rufus frowned, thinking over what Yazoo had said.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, little one. Do not despair though. There are many ways Tseng could have hurt you, but he chose to do it with pleasure. That means something, means a part of him wanted to touch you and see you like that. His words where just a way of justifying it to himself, hurting you as he had been hurt. I don’t think that Tseng hates you. I think he believes he should hate you but the attraction he still feels confuses him and that’s what makes him so angry.” Rufus replied, smiling down at the hopeful face of the youth. “Let me talk to him and make him understand that it’s okay to forgive you and have feelings for you. In the meantime, I think it’s better if I take care of you, instead of him. Maybe some time away from you will cool his temper.”

Yazoo smiled up at him, nodding before hugging him once more. Well, that’s Yazoo convinced, now all I have to do is convince Tseng, Rufus thought to himself. Remembering how the Wutain had reacted the last time he’d brought up the subject of Yazoo, the President began to worry. Convincing Tseng was going to take more than just a few well placed words.


TBC

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To my dear reviewers -


Kira -

Thanks for both your awesome reviews! cheph did like it! thank god... lol. Yes, Tseng is being a very bad boy at the moment... he's a little mixed up and angry. Oh! no cookies for Tseng! *cuddles tsengy while he cries* LOL! Brotherly love... you guessed the title of the next chapter! LOL Thanks again for your support, it is very appreciated! *hugs*


Faoiltierna -

Thank you for all three of your reviews! I like a happy ending too so don't worry, eventually we'll get there! LOL! Yes, Tseng has some issues here which he needs to deal with... or I will spank him!!! Turks are so uncontrolable sometimes... *grins* Rufus definately will change... although, being Rufus he has to justify every good deed with a selfish reason. The boy needs therapy. lol. As for the remnants, just wait for the next chapter... it reveals a lot about the three... and Yazy... I can't say! It will ruin the suprise... lol. Thanks again for your support and kind reviews. *hugs*


voilets -

I AM EVERYWHERE!!!! *insert evil laugh* How you going, violetspain!!! Nice to see I'm not the only one wondering about on all these different sites! LOL! Thanks so much for reviewing here and for your reviews on fanfiction. I've been so busy that I've been really slack at replying to reviews... happens when you're trying to write three series at once. I swear, I'm my own worse enemy sometimes. Thanks for your support both there and here with all your kind reviews. *hugs*

soyna -

Thanks soyna! Hope I can keep you interested and reading! *hugs*


I'D ALSO LIKE TO GIVE A HUGE THANK YOU TO ALL MY NINJA READERS AND PEOPLE WHO RATE THE STORY!!!!

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