A Reluctant Guest

Author's Note:
Sorry it took so long to update. Life got in the way. Writing my first fanfic using Yazoo as one of the primary characters was kind of inspired by this really beautiful artwork done of him on the Site Deviantart;
http://kitchigai-koji-2.deviantart.com/art/Just-Yazoo-53406381

^It is in no way mine. It just inspired me x3.

Anyways; WARNINGS: YAZOOxRENO/ yaoi/ etc... in this chapter..in case someone hasn't noticed this story is of that persuasion by no XD;

Once again, thank you so much to everyone for the Rates and Reviews. They are so surprising and I appreciate them a lot. Next time I'll update faster.



Chapter 5


The redhead seemed more than happy to entertain Yazoo’s questions as he lounged seductively in the silver-haired man’s lap. Yazoo wanted to move his bound arms to touch the Turk, but at the same time was slightly relieved that he was all tied up. If he was able to move freely, he had no idea what he would do. He had always been on the receiving end of crawling hands and sexual advances. Never had he made a move on another individual out of his own volition.
Reno had given him many interesting tidbits of personal information that Yazoo wouldn’t mind knowing more about. Not that any of it was valuable in the greater context of his world, but for some reason he found himself intrigued.
The things one finds out while fused to a chair in Reno’s apartment.

“So, you had sex with Rufus Shinra to become a Turk? Or, just to get into the company- and then you somehow…worked your way up to being a Turk?” Yazoo cringed at his own awkward line of questioning. That could have come out better.

“Yeh,” Reno grinned. “I worked my way up onto his desk, into the back of his limo, and I even worked my way into the Presidential chair!” he couldn’t stifle his chuckling. His silver-haired captive delivered the most excellent, deadpan lines. He could see the frustrated blush spread across Yazoo’s face as he grit his teeth, green eyes narrowing at the semi-expected side-swipe of sarcasm. He just knew he had made the joke very easy for the redhead to make.
‘Awww’, Reno smiled as he tussled that mane of shiny silver hair. Everyone walked into the Turk’s lines at some point. It should qualify as a low-level limit break in his opinion. Rude, being so accustomed to the humour, didn’t even bother with wasting facial expressions anymore. He just smacked Reno on the back of the head a lot.
Reno supposed that wasn’t an option for Yazoo, being all knotted up to a piece of furniture.
“Ok,” Reno went on, giggling tapering off. “I applied for being an actual ‘Turk’. I was being interviewed by Tseng and Rufus walked into the room. He really liked what he saw.” The redhead’s grin widened and he winked at Yazoo. “I got a second interview and guess who was interviewing me?” he peered into those lovely green-blue eyes, lifting up the silver bangs with the side of his hand.
Yazoo didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He just sat, waiting for the rest of it.
“ BING-Rufus! What a surprise.” Reno went on, still rather amused with himself. “But actually at the time it was a surprise for me, you know, walking into a huge ass room- me all poor, near homeless in a stolen suit. The freakin’ vice president of Shinra behind this enormous, snappy looking desk in a white, designer coat that probably cost more than my soul.”
Suddenly Reno was reminded of something.
He put his arms around the neck of his captive, brushing the long hair to one side so it all flopped over the left shoulder. He felt Yazoo’s body stiffen a bit. It wasn’t as if he was in fear, it just seemed Yazoo froze a lot when he wasn’t expecting to be touched in certain ways. Like it was his reflex action. It made Reno wonder how such a reaction came to be, though he wouldn’t be surprised if it was all the poking and prodding the clone could have possibly received at nutty “Club Shinra”.
“Relax.” He reassured the pretty hostage.
The redhead straddled Yazoo so his knees were on either side of the leather-clad lap.

Just when Yazoo thought he had come to understand a tiny percentage of the Turk’s behaviour, he felt Reno reach down his back. But he was clawing at the collar of Yazoo’s coat?
“What the hell are you doing?” Yazoo tried to turn his head as useless as it may be, to gain an ounce of comprehension of what was happening.
“I’m looking for a label on the back of your leather jacket” the redhead replied. He was very seriously looking. Thinking of Rufus’s fancy white suit reminded him of that question that nagged him from almost the beginning of his time with the silver haired man.
Who the hell made those cool leather suits and if it was Shinra, why was he always stuck in the same piece of shit uniform day after fuckin’ day, for years?
But of course there was no tag to be found. He should have known. ‘Bah. It figures.’ Reno thought to himself.
‘Yazoo has a sexy back…’

What a stupid random observation.

‘ D-uh Reno. Of * course* he does. Is there anything ugly on this man?’

Still, it was nice to look at. And now he was sitting on the pretty clone’s lap in a straddling position.
Nothing bad could come out of this. Nope. Only good things came to mind. Dirty good. His favourite kind.
He drew his hands back up to rest on the beauty’s shoulders and gave Yazoo his very best ‘We will hump like MONKEYS’ look. They were face to face now, the Turk being propped up a bit higher than his prey.
Reno knew he looked good this way. Everyone who had seen him in this context had said so. Many had openly expressed their desire to see him in this manner.

Yazoo met the blue-eyed stare. It made his heart seem to pound out of control in his chest. He tensed his muscles a bit in his restraints but was so locked onto the face of the redhead hovering just a breath away that he stopped, as time had seemed to have vanished entirely as well.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re fucking hot?” Reno whispered, closing his eyes slightly as he brought his hands up to gently place them on Yazoo’s face. “Sorry to cut the conversation short Beautiful, I willcontinue it later, it’s just there’s this thing I’ve been wanting to do all night and it just can’t wait any longer.”
He really couldn’t wait any longer. Sure, a minute ago he had been joking, even looking for a tag. But this was going to happen. And it was going to happen now, not later. He could feel the blood pulsating below his waist as it made his cock painfully erect yet again, in the presence of this gorgeous creature. It had become rock hard within seconds of sliding into this position. If Yazoo in anyway resisted the redhead’s advances, even though he hadn’t prior to that point, Reno thought something in his body would explode out of sheer frustration.
It would mean Yazoo was this all new kind of super weapon that was sent in to destroy an individuals mind, taking a guy’s dick with it.
‘You better want this, you fucking sexy little fruitcake.’

Reno flipped his long red hair out of the way so it all fell down his back, and swept in to finally, finallyplant his mouth on those lips. He tightened his grip on Yazoo’s face, almost grabbing him partly by the ears, partly by the jaw, even collecting some of that silver hair. He kissed his captive’s lips gently, holding himself back so he could gauge any level of reluctance. He had never had to force anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do in a sexual situation before and didn’t intend to start now. He was also very aware that he held all the power and control here. Yazoo could hardly move being all tied up, so it was very important to Reno that he definitely knew the silver haired beauty wanted this as much as he did.
…Ok, maybe he would settle for ‘somewhat’ wanting it, since his level of horniness was the thing porn directors could only aspire to invoke.

Eyes closed, Yazoo felt the redhead’s lips on his own. He felt the tongue of this man searching softly around his mouth. It was the first time he had been kissed by someone different, a person other than Loz or Kadaj. Reno was new. New, and sexy and he made Yazoo’s stomach flutter with an excitement that he had never experienced before. It was amazing and he wanted more.
The bonds pinning him in place were aggravating, but he fought against them trying to kiss Reno harder and stronger. He drove his tongue into the hot mouth before him as deep as he could and moaned, darting it around to taste anything and everything possible. His desire even took the redhead by surprise it seemed, his sudden actions pushing the Turk’s head back a bit. Yazoo knew he was probably all fire with no technique or method, but didn’t care. He just wanted to inhale every last breath of this sexy man on his lap. His dick had become hard a long time ago, and he bucked and strained against the ropes for contact with whatever part of Reno he could find.
So this was what it was like, to want someone, to lust over another individual so badly. It was excitement to the point where Yazoo didn’t need foreplay. He didn’t need any form of help, coaxing, or romance.
Barely breaking contact with the Turk’s mouth, he drew back for only a minute to use his voice.
“Just fuck me now-” he demanded breathlessly before returning to attacking the redhead’s mouth again.

Reno felt something in his mind snap when he heard these words. At first he was shocked by the silver-haired man’s passionate enthusiasm, he never expected Yazoo to almost savagely molest him with what little movement the captive had. He had to grab onto the man tighter to keep balance, but none of this was a problem. It was a surprise that ignited even more desire in him if that was even possible. On top of that, to hear Yazoo ask him to cut all bullshit and get down and dirty immediately? That was a shock beyond description. A request Reno would certainly do his very best to fulfill. He joined Yazoo in a clumsy dance of lust driven face sucking, going after the beauty with as much reckless abandon as he was presented with. It broke down into this savage, hectically paced fiasco of deep, tonsil searching tongues and random sucking of ears and other places on the body that seemed like a good idea at the time.
All this action, devoid of planning or technique was incredibly exciting to Reno. It felt like he could do anything that crossed his mind with no second thoughts, with an all too willing, super-hot sex robot under him.
Perhaps Yazoo was indeed a kind of Ultimate Weapon. Reno could be immobilized by this for days on end.
He heard Yazoo emit another one of those moaning whines of desperation that would make some kind of electrical charge shoot through Reno’s raging hard on. People usually told him he himself was loud during sex, but Yazoo’s tones and the brazen wantonness in his voice would make a lesser man come in his pants. Reno had lots of experience and had always tried to utilize his mastery of sexual technique to keep some of the people he serviced ever intrigued. But this was so different. Yazoo had basically just told him to skip all foreplay and go for the gold.
Apparently the silver haired man was just as uncontrollably horny as Reno was.
Goddammit. His dick was actually throbbing in pain already begging for release. Usually he had much more restraint, but fuck it.
He pulled away from Yazoo’s face even though the pretty man kept trying to stretch beyond his bindings to reach him in anyway possible. The redhead realized that Yazoo was bucking underneath him and couldn’t believe they both still had pants on.
At times like these, Reno wished the universe worked differently. Clothing should just disintegrate during these encounters and rematerialize after the deed, folded into nice piles. But alas, he moved side-saddle a bit on Yazoo’s lap and both quickly and clumsily removed his black silk pants. Thank god that was all he was wearing.
For a brief moment he wondered if his dick being so red was even healthy. But hopefully it would be taken care of soon enough.
A thought raced across his mind- Yazoo’s pants. Holy hell, he wanted to see more of this godlike creature who was writhing and twisting around like a bitch in heat below him.
Reno once again took in a deep breath so as not to explode prematurely in his pants. Sinking down to the floor on his knees he abruptly started working on Yazoo’ clothing. He had to fight with the last of the zipper of the silver haired man’s coat. It was easy if he just pulled with no care as to whether he would break it or not. Once undone he pushed the two sides out of the way and came face to face with Yazoo’ s stomach muscles. He couldn’t help but graze across them with his tongue. They were so well defined that he could trace the six-pack. Luckily he was adept at multitasking during sex, so he undid the button on his captive’s leather pants and pulled the zipper down while smothering that lovely torso with wet, sloppier than normal kisses.
The noises Yazoo made were infuriatingly hot. Reno had to work faster. He immediately started tugging on those tight leather pants, but goddammit they were giving him trouble!
“Fuck Yazoo.” He said breathing heavily, “Your ass looks like candy in these but shit they’re difficult to get off! Next time I hold you hostage I want you in track pants!”
He took Yazoo by his knees and yanked very hard on them to jerk the man into a more reclining position in the chair. It was impossible to get these things off when Yazoo was seated upright, so half lying down a bit now they became much easier to remove. That is, until Reno encountered the laced up boots.
‘FUCK!’ he cursed to himself, he was all thumbs now, grasping and clawing at material attempting to free this hot incubus from what seemed to bind him, excluding the ropes. The boots seemed like far too much coordination at the moment so Reno pulled down on the pants, underwear included with all his strength and managed to get everything to pile at Yazoo’ ankles. Still on his knees between Yazoo’s thighs he looked up at the stunning man before him. He was basically naked from head to toe, even though his clothes still qualified as being ON him. His coat was pushed back to reveal beautifully pale skin and delicate shoulders. His whole, flawlessly defined torso was exposed, and most importantly, Reno finally got a close up look of those incredible thighs, pelvis and a surprisingly well-endowed, and pleasingly swollen member.
For a brief second he wondered if having a nice sized cock was genetically programmed into the clones and what kind of scientist would put that on a list of priorities.
Reno’s kind of scientist. Finally they did something worthwhile.
Yazoo started to beg in whispers at Reno to fuck him over and over. It drove the Turk madly impatient with lust. But with his lovely captive tied so thoroughly to the chair, Reno would have to hope Yazoo, obviously used to being a bottom, wouldn’t mind playing on the other side for once. Reno was also usually on the receiving end. If Yazoo had been free or in a different position Reno would have been fucking him until he saw stars by now.
‘Ah Shit…lube…’ the redhead thought to himself. The sexual lubricant was all the way in his bedroom drawer. There was no way he could leave this situation for the minute it would take to get it. Reno had lots of experience being fucked in the past and knew he could do it this time without the lubricant so long as he sucked Yazoo off adequately to get him nice and wet.
Immediately he plunged his face between those beautiful pale thighs, pushing them far apart by the knees and started licking the hard cock in front of him. He rapidly sucked Yazoo’s balls all over delighting in the shrieking moans coming from the silver haired man above him. Every sound sent a wave of wanton, hot pleasure through his dick. If this kept up, he might have to consider gagging Yazoo just so he wouldn’t cum all over the floor being pushed over the edge by mere, horribly sexy noises. But for now he just squinted his eyes and tried to concentrate on taking the other man’s cock in his mouth to coat it in as much saliva as possible.
He still employed some good, skillful head technique. He could never be accused of not being able to give good head. He had done it enough in his life. So he made sure to suck long and hard, letting Yazoo’s cock go deep into his throat as he smothered the base with his tongue, then drawing back in a long slow vacuum like manner all the way to just under the head of the penis, circling the tip with his tongue. He could taste the natural lubricant trickling down the beauty’s dick, and it made him mentally focus even more because it was just so amazing that this clone, this hostage that he had never known anything about would be so turned on by Reno in this situation.
The redhead’s own hardness was weeping with fluid. Yazoo’s moans of ecstasy were becoming harder to ignore. He wouldn’t ignore them as they were the things wet dreams were made out of, but he knew he was vulnerable to just coming all over himself that he had to somewhat block them out. How many times had he thought he was going to lose it during all this? Too many.
When he felt his captives cock was suitably well coated, not that it needed that much help from him as Yazoo seemed so fucking excited on his own that his member was seeping natural lubricant almost uncontrollably, Reno darted back up to straddle the man’s lap again.
The silver haired man’s face was so bloody beautiful. He was flushed, and hyperventilating, moaning and rolling his head from side to side absolutely living in the moment. Reno felt Yazoo’s cock thrust up to grind against his scrotum and ass…it didn’t really have a specific destination except perhaps the redhead himself. Looking at that gorgeous face, those flushed lips, Reno couldn’t help but roughly grab Yazoo’s head for another deep, rough kiss. And he was met with the same amount of fire as he had put into it.
“Gods, do it Reno. Please, just fuck me as hard as you can…” the man heaved out.

Dick twitch. Reno grit his teeth again.
“Sorry princess,” the redhead began. “Believe me, there is nothing more in the world I’d love to do right now than to fuck your brains out, but in this situation I hope I can satisfy you in another way.”
That being said, Reno reached underneath his ass and grabbed Yazoo’s slick, stiffened member and repositioned himself overtop of the man’s pelvis. He ran the tip of it around the crack between his buttocks until he found the entrance he was desperately searching for. Sighing with pleasure, he wedged the head of Yazoo’s cock inside his tight opening, and then lowered himself to slide down the lubricated shaft until Yazoo’s dick was buried to the base in his anus. Reno couldn’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure at finally having this kind of contact with the clone. The man’s cock fit and felt so perfect inside of him. And he reached out again to grasp at Yazoo’s head to draw him in for some more tongue action, wildly stabbing around in his mouth unable to control his actions. It was all primal instinct now.
Reno did enjoy being the one taking it up the ass however. Actually he had no complaints either way most of the time. He was a ‘switch’ as Rufus called him. Happy to be the top, or the bottom. In this case he didn’t know which he was, nor did he care- he had all the power, all the control, technically he was on top but he was the one on the receiving end.
All he could think about was how awesome it was to be in that position at this moment in time.
He slowly began to slide himself up and down Yazoo’s shaft. The beauty of being in this position was that he could control the direction of the strokes and made sure the man’s cock hit that so called “male g-spot” deep within his backside. Every thrust was bang on, right on the fucking mark. It was a piece of heaven in itself. This is when Reno always started to become vocal. After he started to bounce up and down on Yazoo’s lap, hearing the slight smacking of his bag on Yazoo’s lower pelvis he couldn’t help but express himself. But Yazoo’s yells of pleasure gave him a run for his money, and taught him why his previous partners loved the noise so much. It was encouraging and mind-blowingly arousing to hear. Quickening the pace of his actions, he started to breath haphazardly and for the first time in his life, had his own noises of pleasure drowned out by another’s. Yazoo was groaning loudly and almost in surprise, Reno even thought he caught a glimpse of the silver haired man’s lovely green eyes in a state of shock, watching the action of Reno riding his cock with an impatient fervour.
Maybe Yazoo was cloned and designed for sex after all Reno smiled to himself. His own cock was dripping and aching, bouncing up and down in time with the hectic pace. He would have to do something about that.


Yazoo was in a headspace he had never visited before. He couldn’t believe it when the redhead had lowered himself onto his cock, nearly sitting on him, burying it to the very base. Being inside someone was so much different than he had ever expected. It was so hot and tight, every part of his cock was in contact with some part of the inside of the redhead’s hot little backside. It felt so unbelievably amazing. Seeing the beautiful Turk, naked and unabashedly bobbing up and down on his dick was just an added exciting visual. Not to mention he was almost as loud as Yazoo was. The silver haired man never anticipated hearing his own voice moaning uncontrollably with pleasure and desire, it was as if it were someone else’s voice. And Reno’s near howling as they fucked was only adding to him being more vocal. He couldn’t help himself.
As if it were a primitive instinct, Yazoo started to wildly thrust up to meet a rhythm in time with the redhead’s movements. He needed it faster. Where all this urgency came from he didn’t know, he just wanted to fuck as hard as he could. He thought he heard some of the rope tearing as he fought to jerk his pelvis upwards.
This was the other side of sex. He thrashed in his restraints wanting to at least get his hands free so he could grab that amazing little butt and pound into it harder, but it was no use. He wasn’t about to complain though. Reno was doing an excellent job at riding his cock and all he could do was wildly buck and moan.
As if things couldn’t look any more exciting, the Turk suddenly reached down between his own legs and started to pump his own weeping cock with his hand.
He was riding Yazoo’s dick and jerking off at the same time, seemingly enjoying the hell out of every single second of it. This sent Yazoo into fast forward, making him draw quickly to the brink. He never knew it could be so arousing to see an object of immense desire pleasuring itself. But normally it was for voyeurs who would jerk themselves off to it, wasn’t it? Meanwhile, Yazoo, bound and almost unable to move in the chair was being almost serviced by the Turk at the same time. It was no wonder Rufus Shinra had used Reno as a toy.
He couldn’t help but feel as if he should be doing more though. The redhead shouldn’t have to do this all alone.
“Let one of my hands free, I can do that for you.” Yazoo uttered between loud moans and hoarse breathing.
It took the Turk awhile to have the request register in his brain as he feverishly fucked and pumped his way to oblivion, but he did hesitate to grab the back of Yazoo’s head and roughly kiss him.
“Sorry Beautiful. I’d love to have you naked and free to do whatever we want, but under the circumstances, this is what it’s gotta be for now. No worries though, I’m loving this.” He could barely get those words out between jagged pants. Every bounce was hitting the spot inside him, he was pumping his dick in just the right ways. Sure he’d rather be in a 24 hour sex-a-thon with the silver haired beauty, naked and free roaming all over the apartment, but goddammit this was fan-fucking-tastic. He quickened the pace of his riding as he was growing desperate for relief. Yazoo was thrusting upwards surprising well for someone who was tied to the chair. Both of them weren’t capable of speaking anymore in this final rapid round of culmination.
Reno didn’t think he could ride anyone any faster or harder than he was at the moment, he savagely jerked his cock and let out a load yell as he threw his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. His dick erupted into orgasm, spurting semen out all over the place as the spasms took over his whole lower pelvis. His yells became cries of relief and almost surprise at the intensity of it.
Never for one second did he forget about the man beneath him. He purposely banged up and down as fast and hard as he could, obviously making the silver-haired man unable to moan or even breath properly as he witnessed Yazoo gasp, wide eyed.
With a series of sporadic, animalistic thrusts and grunting Reno finally heard the familiar yowl as Yazoo reached the edge of no return. He loved seeing that lovely face with an expression of ecstasy and hearing the subsequent silence and halting of breath as the orgasm passed through him. Gasping and moaning below, he felt the hot, thick white fluid pump into his ass and fill it to the brim. It overflowed the orifice a bit and trickled down Yazoo’s thighs.
The silver haired man almost sank into the chair, puffing but finally taking in full breaths of air into his lungs. His green eyes were staring straight forward and his brain was all tingly.

Yazoo didn’t know if what had just happened to him was real, or some kind of surreal dream. Though he was unable to move the whole time, somehow this spunky, stunning, red headed human had given him the best sex of his life. He couldn’t imagine what they could do together if Yazoo had been free.
He realized his cock was still inside the Turk. But Reno didn’t seem to care. He merely leaned forward and rested his forehead on Yazoo’s chest, trying to steady his breathing back to a healthy pace.
Yazoo let out a slightly surprised yip when he felt the redhead’s tongue lick and suck on his nipple.
“Sorry, I can’t help myself” Reno grinned. “It’s just right there directly in front of me.”

He drew his head up, crimson hair dishevelled, yet still sexy. He placed a deep, but soft kiss on Yazoo’s lips and placed his head on one of the silver-haired man’s shoulders. Yazoo could feel the redhead’s breath on his neck.

“Well I must say,” Reno began. “For a guy unable to move, tied to a bloody chair, that for some reason was the best fuck I’ve had in quite awhile.” he smiled as he finally lifted up his bottom and withdrew Yazoo’s penis. Along with it came out a bit of white seed that had been trapped.
“That’s quite a load you can shoot there, sweetheart.” the Turk said with a chuckle. He reached behind him to the coffee table to grab at some damp tissues and commenced cleaning up the remains. “You in there? Hello?” he waved his hand weakly in front of the bound man’s face.

Yazoo’s brain was still tingling. It was like the motor skills were temporarily offline. He was still in quite a bit of shock at how much he enjoyed the whole experience. In fact, he wanted it again. Not at that precise moment, but he had decided that this red headed Turk, was perfect for him. The man was beautiful. He seemed to know what it was like to be on both sides of the sexual spectrum of dominance and submission. Yazoo had wanted and enjoyed every second of the encounter. He had learned more than Reno would ever know.
Yazoo rather hoped his brothers wouldn’t find him for a few days in hopes the two of them may have another session or four of exploration.

On the other side, Reno also thought to himself that he wouldn’t mind keeping ‘ol Fruitloop around the house for a good long while. There were so many dirty ideas he had that he would love to do to the gorgeous clone. Oh the things he would do. A priority would be to actually fuck Yazoo silly. Reno had no complaints about what had just transpired, however he wanted to explore all possibilities with this new partner. What would submissive Yazoo on all fours be like? He grinned, reveling in his own playground of an imagination. What a seedy place it was. Seedy in a good way.
“You don’t seem to be speaking, so I assume it would be ok if I just put a collar around your neck and chained you to my bed for a month or so? “
Yazoo would look so hot naked, with a collar chained to something. Even though he had accomplished fucking the clone, he hadn’t lost interest in the slightest. How could he? The silver-haired man was not only eye-candy, he was also an excellent lay. He may be a tad nutty on the outskirts but if he was kept inside that may not be a problem. Chained and inside. Reno hadn’t forgotten the silver haired man’s other skills either. Though it was kind of a shame to think he wouldn’t be able to roam naked and free around the place.
Yazoo rolled his head to face the blue-eyed Turk. Bound to Reno’s bed for a month…après sarcasm.
“I would enjoy being chained to your bed for awhile, actually. As long as I got to sleep with you in it” he smiled. He was growing braver, and more confident in his own sexual power.
“You’re not complaining about the comfort of this lovely chair are you?” Reno feigned, petting the upholstery.
Yazoo gazed up at him lazily, “Kiss me again.”

“Goddammit I want to keep you!” Reno exclaimed, immediately responding to the request, or was it a veiled order? Did it matter? He didn’t think so.
Running his hands over the still naked torso, he locked lips with Yazoo again. A few seconds of kissing turned into minutes of hardcore necking. The Turk could feel the fire deep inside him being lit again.
He wanted to go another round.
‘Fucking Hell’ he thought at the passion igniting in his loins so soon after being satiated.
This clone was a machine.
Reno threw both arms around Yazoo’s neck and shoulders, breathing heavily as if he had never previously exerted himself, and just clung to the sliver hair, pressing his face up against the clone’s face. He wanted to stay there, cheek to cheek in this locked position of contact. Hearing Yazoo breath and feeling his eyelashes as he blinked every so often.
It was a momentary pocket of paradise. And that was so rare in these uncertain times. How odd he should find it with the declared enemy.
Reno started to gently nuzzle the silver-haired man’s ear with his open mouth. There he was, cock painfully erect again, his new partner’s penis obviously in the same state below him as it pressed along the base of one of this thighs.
‘Should I untie him this time? I have to have him free…” the redhead’s thoughts said as they swam around his head.

But like a clap of thunder suddenly signalling the oncoming of a rainstorm, he was snapped out of his little world by the jingle of his cellphone.

“oh FUCK, no…” Reno exclaimed, drawing back from the sweet smelling captive, throwing his head back in frustration.
He knew as tempting as it was, that he couldn’t ignore the call. But bloody hell, the timing was so irritating.

Whining, he sprawled off Yazoo’s lap and threw himself on the floor with a thud. Crawling on all fours he made his way to the coffee table where the ringing was coming from, and grabbed his cell from it’s place beside the near empty bottle of vodka.

“WHAT?” Reno yelled into the phone, making no effort to hide his annoyance. “Eh? REALLY? Oh shit- Huh? No, well, yeah it’s a bit messy but everything’s fine! Yeah I’m fine. Why are you asking me that? I SAID I was fine! Ok then. I’ll see you in a minute.” He clicked the “off” button and froze as he stared at a mostly naked Yazoo.

“Holy Fuck. That was RUDE. He’s literally IN the goddamm lobby and he’s on his way up!” the redhead slicked his hair back and jumped up in a panic.

FUCK. Fuck. FUCK. He scanned around the room and found his pants. Grabbing them like the wind, he hopped back into them and pulled them up. But Yazoo…good GOD those leather pants were just evil to get on and off!
As fast as he could he leapt to his knees and fumbled with the silver haired man’s pants, fighting with every fibre of his being to get them back up.

Yazoo’s eyes were alert and animalistic. He was tied to the point that he could not aid the Turk in anyway. And his muscle bound partner Rude was coming in at any minute? Panicking, He did his best to lift his behind up so Reno could slip those leather pants over his buttocks a bit more easily. Luckily they weren’t as difficult to get over his hips, that is, until his captor started fighting with the zipper.
“FUUUCK!!!” Reno exclaimed, in a frenzy. It wasn’t that the pants were the wrong size, it was Yazoo’s awkward position that made this damn near impossible! But at least the pants were up. If he could gift wrap Yazoo back in his long black coat again he could HIDE the fact that the fly was undone.
So that was the plan. He grabbed the sides of the leather jacket and sunk back down to find where the zipper met at the bottom.
Why were things so hard to put back on when they were so FUN to get off?

Reno must have tugged three or four times on that fucking zipper before it started to work. However, the best he could do was get it up to Yazoo’s collarbone. He was fully aware that the man usually wore it to his chin.
Straining, fighting and jerking the fabric during this whole escapade, a dictionary of curse words escaped Reno’s mouth.

And that’s when the two men heard the door being unlocked.

A beeping noise was heard echoing across the room, ricocheting off the walls and ceiling.

“Reno…a little help?” a low voice uttered from the door that was only open a crack. It seemed there was an alarm that needed to be disarmed.

“Oh! Right! Fuck, I forgot I even set that.” The redhead muttered as he flew over to the door and pressed in a sequence of numbers to silence the noise. He then took a step back and opened the entrance for his partner who appeared to be carrying a few bags of groceries.
“Woah! Hey! Food!” Reno exclaimed as he abruptly ushered Rude directly into the kitchen, helping him carry everything.

The redheaded Turk casually blocked the larger man’s line of vision into the living room as he watched the food being put away.
“So…you’re home faster than I thought!” he smiled guiltily.

The large, broad, muscular man removed his signature sunglasses and cocked an eyebrow at Reno’s odd behaviour.
“It’s 1:30am.” Rude responded as he took in his surroundings. If Reno was acting weird, it meant he was drunk and/or hiding something.
Smoothing his well-groomed goatee, he glanced around the place, pushing the spastic redhead out of the way.

“What are you looking for?” his redheaded partner asked innocently.

“Just put the rest of the groceries away”, Rude sighed. He walked into the living room to see that it wasn’t as bad as Reno was acting. The couch cushions were a bit messed up and there was an open bottle of Vodka on the coffee table. He eyed an empty glass…then another one.
“Wait a second.” The strong man asked pensively. “Why is there an empty glass on the far end table beside the hos-…tage…” the last word came out rather bizarrely as Rude was a bit taken aback by the appearance of the silver-haired captive.

This one, the quiet one of the trio didn’t usually look like that.

Rude took Reno’s more slender upper-arm in a vice-like grasp and tugged him to where they could both gaze at Yazoo, who was looking very nervous and unkempt in his chair.

“What? What’s the deal?” the redhead asked yanking his arm around, attempting to free himself.

“Why does our hostage have that ‘freshly fucked’ look?” the brawny man questioned, in a bit of disbelief while he stared at Yazoo’s tussled hair, flushed face and was that zipper always down so low?

One could almost smell the wood burning in Reno’s head as he attempted to come up with a truly amazing excuse.
“Uhh..” the redhead began. ”Doesn’t he always look like that?” he blurted out. Slowly turning towards his partner to see if it was convincing.

Rude clenched his strong jaw and closed his eyes as they rolled up slightly. “No. He does NOT always look like that.” The broad shouldered man turned to face his redheaded roommate while pressing his index finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose as if to alleviate a tension headache. “What did you do?” he continued in that low, manly voice.

“Nothing.” The redhead replied with a grin.

He was so shitty at lying.

“Reno. Cut the crap.”

The red-haired man sneered at his bald partner, “Fine MOM. I …fooled around with him a bit, ok? God he IS just sitting there and he’s horribly dull aside from the fact that he’s pretty fuckin’ hot if you actually LOOK at him. I mean when ya look at him not as ‘the ENEMY’ per say.”
Rude peered out of the kitchen again towards the clone and knew that he was very attractive indeed. He also knew that Reno had the sex-drive of a monkey and drank alcohol in abundance rendering him near incapable of controlling it.

“Did you fuck him?” he asked in a deep growl. He took Reno’s face by the chin so he could look into the redhead’s eyes.
The eye’s were always a dead giveaway.

“No, I did not fuck him.” The redhead said flatly. He said it well! For technically he had NOT fucked Yazoo, with him perhaps, but not in the sense his partner was searching for. So he could lie rather convincingly.

“However,” Reno continued, shifting into a more sultry repose. “I DID get a bit hot and bothered.” He said with a seductive smile. It always threw his normally very perceptive partner off the trail. Men were so easily distracted by their dicks. Sometimes it even amazed Reno how people could forget their train of thought with the anticipation of getting laid.

It had been a long day. And Rude gazed upon his beautiful, half-naked partner in front of him, drawing ever closer. His red-hair was all disheveled but that wasn’t unusual, it was sexy. The muscular man wrapped his strong arms around Reno’s slender, naked waist and felt graceful arms envelope his broad shoulders. Soon their bodies were pressed together tightly and Rude felt a long leg slink up one side of him as Reno bent and raised it to curl around the larger man’s lower torso.

“You in the mood?” the redheaded siren whispered in his ear just before he tilted his head back to receive a deep, longing kiss.


‘What.The.Fuck?’ Yazoo fumed in his chair, his green/blue cat-like eyes witnessing the display just across the room, directly within his line of vision.
Rude and Reno were lovers? What the hell was going on? It couldn’t possibly be! Not after the way he and the redhead had just copulated! But there they were. Embraced in a deep kiss. It was…blasphemy. Or something.
A deep stirring of anger and rage started to burn within the depths of Yazoo’s stomach. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Was that the SAME redhead that was bouncing up and down on his cock, moaning in pure ecstasy not 20 minutes earlier?
This was unacceptable. Yazoo hated it. It just wasn’t right.

“He’s kinda been in a chair since like, the dawn of TIME” the silver haired man heard the redhead say. “He’s been really good. Like, he just sits there. At the very least we could move him to the spare bedroom so he can lie down? That way his muscles won’t atrophy in a really weird, sitting state.”

Yazoo noted how Reno was acting very innocent and seductive. It seemed to convince his brawny partner.

“Well, we’ll both have to move him.” Rude flatly stated. “Preferably sedated. No matter what you’ve been using him for, he’s still a fighting machine.”

Yazoo could do nothing as he witnessed the duo banter about him back and forth. He was still in a state of outrage that Reno was Rude’s lover. It was just wrong. The redhead obviously wasn’t meant to be with that large Turk. As a partner for fighting? Sure. But in other ways? No. Reno was too…
…Yazoo’s brain tied itself up in angry knots. In fact, his mind was so convoluted with negative emotions that he didn’t even notice the pair coming towards him with a cloth and bottle in hand.
When he looked up in disbelief the material was over his mouth and nose, causing his head to swim and his eyes to droop. He fought to shake it off but the hands…the man with the cloth to his face was too strong. His eyes rolled back and once again, the whole world went black.