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[b]Rose: Your wish is my command XD Yesh, me luffs some hot Sephy/Yaz too, and it surely won´t be the last we´ve seen ;)



Murthagirl: Whoa, that are some nice idea we shall see if we can´t include some of them XD Yeah, Gen will try very hard at least to get into Seph´s pants, be sure of this!



Thanks for reviewing and reading you two![/b]



Chapter 5



The next morning, Yazoo opened his sleepy eyes to find Sephiroth had gone, probably some time during the night. To his slight chagrin, Yazoo had fallen asleep on his wet, sticky sheets... He carefully peeled himself out of bed, noticing how sore his body was, but blissfully so. It was a beautiful, sunny day outside the windows of the Golden Lotus, and appeared to be some time in the late morning.



The only thing that did not make this a perfect morning was all the troublesome thoughts that swam in a thick soup in Yazoo's mind. He felt completely owned by his brother, Sephiroth, but when his brother did not visit, Yazoo had found peace in this life by finding ways in which he could be in control of the situations he was constantly tossed into by the powers that claimed to control him. Sephiroth's visits to the Golden Lotus only served to remind him that he was not in control, that Sephiroth's wishes superseded everything Yazoo had established for himself.



Yazoo's hand found his bruised, swollen lips... Even this no-kiss rule, the last boundary that Yazoo was thankful for, set actually by Rufus and not by himself, was being challenged by his smug, dominating brother. All this in mind, the way Sephiroth made him feel, had always made him feel, was utterly possessed, yet in return for that possession, Sephiroth bestowed the most frenzied, overwhelming pleasure upon him. Yazoo felt utterly lost. He often found he wished to extricate himself... he loved and even longed for the euphoria his brother gave him, but also, he wished to be his own master, and perhaps one day, as he had read in stories, to give himself to one who would not constantly try to rule him.



Picking up the receiver, Yazoo dialed the extension to Rufus' offices. He heard the gentle voice of Tseng on the other end.



“Tseng, could you meet me at my quarters? I am in need of a bath. And could you arrange for the bedclothes to be changed, please?.... Thank you, Tseng....” and they disconnected. Yazoo slipped out of his bustier and donned his close-fitting, dressing gown that fastened at his waist, and bared his lightly sculpted chest all the way down to just above his navel. He slipped into matching lace-up goddess sandals, which all the prostitutes were issued in their working wardrobes.



Shooting a quick glance at himself in the mirror, Yazoo admired his choice of outfit, loving this dressing gown as it reminded him of something a witch or other enchantress would wear, and he looked the part... Well, aside from a rather noticeable case of bed-head. Oh well, Yazoo inwardly shrugged, and went over to await Tseng's arrival in his favorite armchair.



When Tseng had picked up the receiver and was greeted with the sleep-low, husky voice of his secret love, his posture stiffened, but otherwise he remained calm as always. “Yes, of course… I will set everything up,” he calmly answered and hung up.



He stuffed away a few files of paper work he´d looked over into the desk drawer and stood to stride across his small office to walk down to Yazoo´s quarters. Since his fairy was the one who had woken latest, Tseng already had reserved the bath for him and everything was set. Maybe he should send some food up to Yazoo later. During the year the fairy was working here Tseng had noticed that he tended to forget about eating if no one reminded him of it. Usually Loz, his brother who worked here as chef, took care of that, but then the man had been off-duty last night and probably wouldn´t come in for another few hours, which left Tseng to take care of him and try his best he would. He was just silently hoping that this time, he had himself a bit more under control, so that the disastrous events from the day prior would be avoided. Gods, he had behaved like some pubescent school boy! Even though he had worked in this business for 10 years! Shaking his head, Tseng banished these thoughts, put on a neutral expression and ignored the laughter coming from Yuffie´s room as he walked by.



A few long strides later, he arrived at his destination and politely knocked, entering after he was bid in. And there Yazoo greeted him, elegantly slouching in his chair, long legs exposed, hair adoringly tousled from sleep, watching blearily from behind long lashes. Really, the word ‘fairy’ was an understatement to describe just how bewitching this nymph was…



Clearing his dry throat, Tseng announced, “The bath is ready.”



They exited Yazoo's quarters together, Yazoo following Tseng down what seemed like endless corridors until they reached The Baths. Once inside the large facility, Yazoo noticed Tseng assume his usual position against the nearest wall where he could keep an eye on Yazoo, the entrance to the Baths and the majority of the room. Yazoo quickly unfastened his dressing gown and climbed into the pleasantly hot water, letting it seep into his tired muscles. After a few minutes of just lounging there in the swirling liquid, he felt quite rejuvenated, but his mind was not any more at peace than it had been before his bath.



While Yazoo was enjoying his bath, Tseng inconspicuously removed a few ice cubes from the freezer that always had a few bottles of wine and champaign stocked, in case Rufus decided to have some fun in here. He placed them in a bowl and then walked over, discretely placing them on the rim of the tub. Of course, his sharp eyes hadn´t failed to notice Yazoo´s bruised lip, and given the no-kissing policy here, Yazoo could be in serious trouble if Rufus found out… So hopefully the ice would do something against the swelling.



Yazoo looked over to see Tseng place the bowl with the ice on the edge of the large tub. “Thank you, Tseng,” he smiled graciously at the lovely, somewhat stoic man as he moved to replace himself back on his favorite wall. “Uh, Tseng... would you mind helping me ice these bruises? I cannot see what I am doing...”



Tseng looked startled for the moment, but again, he couldn´t deny those huge eyes anything so he inwardly sighed and crouched down beside the tub. He carefully grasped Yazoo´s chin and held it upwards, narrowing his eyes as he placed the icy cube between his fingers and slowly, carefully brushed them over the swelling. Inwardly he was fuming, thinking of how someone could be brutal enough to damage that beautiful face, marring these soft lips! If it had been him, he´d only so much as breathed a kiss on them and... Suddenly he noticed that he was far too close, mouth open as if just ready to put his fantasy into practice. "I-I´m sorry." So much for keeping a low profile!



Yazoo's eyes dropped to Tseng's inviting mouth, “It is alright, Tseng...” he assured, “I didn't know you felt that way...” Yazoo leaned forward to let his cheek brush the dark-haired man's, letting his lips brush against Tseng's ear, whispering into it, “Do you want me? It is alright if you do, because I want you, Tseng...” He then drew back to gaze into those smoldering, dark eyes, awaiting the man's reply.



Long, wet fingertips came out of the water to gently slide along Tseng's strong jawline, and brush against the man's pale lips.



Oh good gods, this wasn´t happening. And if it was, he should probably get the hell out of here right now because he was by far overstepping his boundaries! He was supposed to guard Yazoo, nothing else!



Licking his lips and not being able to withdraw his gaze from those mesmerizing jade orbs, he answered,“Yes, I do… But we can´t do this.” Gods, how he wanted this, how he wanted to touch this lovely face! He did so, reaching out with his other hand as well, contradicting his words, clearly torn between his duty and his desire. Just what was he supposed to do now?!



Yazoo's eyelids grew heavy when he heard that Tseng wanted him too. That was all he needed to hear. He reached forward again to that ear, licked Tseng's earlobe and blew into it lightly before whispering into it again, “Take your pleasure, Tseng, you deserve it...” Then Yazoo began to trail moist kisses and licks along Tseng's neck, leaving a wet trail that would hopefully feel good by the heat of the water and the cool of the air touching it.



Trying to move quickly to keep from getting Tseng's uniform too wet, Yazoo gingerly opened Tseng's necktie and began unfastening the buttons of his shirt, still lapping at that delicious pale skin at his lips.



All Tseng could do at those words was give a quiet sigh and slump his shoulders in defeat. How was he supposed to resist that delicious treatment? Those swollen, pink lips on his burning skin, that sweet tongue teasing him? He couldn´t, and now he was at a point where he didn´t want to, but… “Let me make it better…” he whispered, carefully pulling Yazoo´s hair away from his neck, eyes still locked on the bruises.



Yazoo purred at the sweeping motion of Tseng's fingertips on his long, pale neck. He was quite eager for Tseng to make it all better, to ease all the turmoil inside under the ministrations of Tseng's hands, lips and that delectable body. “Hn,” Yazoo affirmed, and his eyes looked warmly at Tseng, full of lust.



The dark haired man reached for another ice cube, inclining his head a bit and letting Yazoo work on his clothes, while he trailed the cool item down Yazoo´s neck, watching the wet path he left and the goosebumps building up as hot and cold met in a swirling sensation. He thought that he could feel Yazoo shiver under the treatment and, a bit encouraged, let the melting cubicle wander over a slender collar bone and a hairless, smooth chest, down towards a pink nipple. There he hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was too bold to brush it, but then Yazoo had invited him to this pleasure and so Tseng very slowly brushed the edge of the little frostiness against soft flesh.



Yazoo felt his body start to writhe as the cold slickness made its way down his body, such a stark contrast to the warm water. He also felt himself raise up on to his knees to get closer to Tseng and those hands. He jumped a bit when the ice cube found his nipple and gasped, but smiled at the sensations the man was giving him. “Ohhh, Tseng, that is nice...” His own fingers started to tremble as they worked to press Tseng's jacket and shirt off his shoulders.



Tseng had to let go for a moment, so Yazoo could get his jacket and the suit off him, but as soon as he was free from the annoying clothes, he pulled Yazoo closer into a much needed embrace. Very gently, of course, but nonetheless passionate. To him, Yazoo seemed so fragile, like something that could break so easily and that he had to treasure with feather light touches. The slim form in his arms felt so good, so right, as if Yazoo belonged there and nowhere else... Softly brushing his lips over Yazoo´s forehead, Tseng reached for another cube, rolling it between his fingers and drawing a wide circle around Yazoo´s nipple, spiraling closer and closer to the center and watching in amazement how it awoke from its idle slumber to majestically stand up.



Taking the opportunity to touch Tseng's hard body now that it was slowly being exposed to him, Yazoo ran hands over Tseng's strong arms when they pulled him close, then over the sculpted chest when Tseng drew back to grab another ice cube from the bowl. Yazoo shuddered when the ice found his nipple again and moans started to escape his lips. His fingertips went to Tseng's belt, eager to get all these clothes off of him so he could touch freely without the man looking as if he had been caught in a monsoon.



Tseng gasped as he felt Yazoo´s fingers at his pants, sneaking under the waistband, quickly loosening his belt. It was high time that he got out of his tight pants, not only because Yazoo was already naked, but because he felt a little repressed down there... But who wouldn´t, with a creature like Yazoo, nakedly pressed to him, every touch sending jolts through his body? Tseng's fingers had become a bit shaky, and the ice had almost melted again, but not yet and so he continued the slow, circling movement, prodding and teasing the hard nub ever so slightly.



Yazoo, having fully opened Tseng's belt, was now unfastening his black suit pants, carefully pulling down the zipper, revealing pristine, white cotton briefs. Natural, comfortable and functional, just the way Yazoo figured Tseng would like all things, and he smiled brazenly up at the man, breath hitching again though as Tseng's nimble fingertips began to more deeply tease and play with his nipple. “Uhhh, will you remove your shoes and socks for me, Tseng, so we can get you out of these pants, hmmm? Ah!” he gasped, loving the sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.



Tseng managed a nod, his heart pounding in his chest as he pinched Yazoo´s pink nipple and consequently, the young man bucked into him and hummed a deep moan. “Of course,” Tseng breathed and slipped out of his shoes, with his feet getting rid of his socks. The heat and desire in him was increasing with every minute and he so longed to have that beautiful body in his arms…



Yazoo could not help how his body was reacting to Tseng's fingers, and he did not bother to stifle his moaning at the squeeze to his nipple. Mildly interested in how Tseng managed to remove his shoes and socks as he did not see his arms move, the silver-haired youth instantly forgot about it, reaching forward to slide black suit pants and the cotton briefs down muscular legs. Having Tseng's hard cock revealed to him was almost too much at once, and Yazoo reflexively licked his lips, and he leaned in closer. “Oooh, Tseng... very nice.”



Yazoo´s mouth was so close to his heated, swollen flesh… the dark haired man closed his eyes for a moment, but then he stepped away from the pile of clothes and pulled Yazoo a bit away from him. Not that he did not desire that sinful mouth wrapping around his erection, but Yazoo´s lips were bruised as it was and Tseng wouldn´t hurt him any further. So instead he stepped into the tub and the warm water, cupping Yazoo´s cheek and starting to kiss a tender line along his throat.



Yazoo felt himself lifted to standing in the tub and felt Tseng draw close to him again, raining kisses down his neck. “Ohhhh,” he mewled at Tseng's gentleness. That certainly did feel much better. His long arms slipped around Tseng's shoulders, his hands into that long, black hair, lightly twirling dark strands around his fingertips as he leaned away, giving Tseng better access, which brought his body closer to all that firm, welcoming skin.



“Yazoo,” Tseng murmured into a light, pearly ear, “I don´t want you to do anything this time. Please, just lean back and enjoy my touch.” With that, he slowly pulled the silver haired youth down into his lap, brushing with his lips over the small dent at the base of Yazoo´s throat. He was absolutely riveted by how light and frail the young prostitute seemed… His fingertips moved over pristine skin and ivory ribs as he stroked along Yazoo´s slender sides and over the curves of his waist and hips. His mouth meanwhile had found a rosy nipple and started to lightly suck at it.



“Mmmmm, Tseng....” Yazoo was taken aback by how sweet Tseng was. No one had ever offered to pleasure him with nothing in return before. “That is so sw-ahhh!” He was startled by those lovely lips pulling at his nipple. So good, it felt soooo goood. Yazoo couldn't help himself and he snuggled Tseng closer to him, doing his best to just relax and enjoy at his beautiful mate's request.



“Please, tell me what you like,” the bodyguard almost whispered around the nipple in his mouth, bestowing a few, sensual licks on it. He wanted for Yazoo to enjoy this, to feel what Tseng felt for him and what he could never say with words… But his actions could tell, right? “Tell me how to make you happy…”



“Um....” Yazoo was drawing a blank, due to the absolute fact that he had never thought about what he wanted, it was not part of his job, and how Tseng's mouth was making him feel. “.... Just touch me, Tseng, with your hands and your mouth, all over... please.... I like this... what you are doing to me.” He really did. He had truly been touched by the man's words, and so he brushed his lips across Tseng's forehead, a kiss without kissing him.



It pained the man a bit to realize that Yazoo had no idea what he wanted. Probably because no one ever asked him… Well, they had to find out then, hadn´t they? Moving his hands up again, Tseng let them slowly wander up at Yazoo´s back to either side, grazing over his spine and shoulder blades. He could feel the young man shiver under the touch of his fingers and from the pleasure. At the same time, he treated Yazoo´s smooth chest and his taut belly with soft kisses, placing a line down to his belly, intently listening to Yazoo´s breathing to find out where he liked it especially.



His hands explored Yazoo´s shoulders and neck, fingers driving through smooth silver locks and stroking over a soft scalp, before they abandoned the place in favor of Yazoo´s long arms and fingers.



“Ohhh, that's right! You know, when you washed my back yesterday? Your hands felt so wonderful, it excited me, Tseng...” Yazoo purred as he felt strong hands run along his lean back again, massaging gently and he rubbed his cheek along the dark-haired man's. He arched hungrily into Tseng's kisses along his chest and belly, not disguising his ragged breathing in the least. Tseng guided him to sit on the edge of the large tub to bring his lower half out of the water. He did so, sitting on the very edge and he had to fight off a buck of his hips when Tseng licked along his well-defined hipbones. “Ahhh... yesss...”



Noticing the especially delighted noises Yazoo made when he let his tongue glide over his sharp hipbone, Tseng decided to bestow a bit of his attention on that obviously very sensual, erotic spot. While he kissed along the bone, down to Yazoo´s private areas (secretly eyeing the hard cock laid out before him), Tseng's finger moved down into the water, to find small, delicate feet. He stroked over the arch, around two ankles and then slid up simultaneously on both legs towards Yazoo´s knees, and then over his thighs.



The higher he got, the wider Yazoo´s legs started to spread and the lower his kisses got. Eventually, his fingertips sensually and slowly stroked over Yazoo´s widened inner thighs, closing the distance between each other as they nearly reached that secret slit where Yazoo´s long legs would join.



Yazoo's head fell back and he leaned back a little to seek the wall behind him as he found it hard now to hold his body upright under Tseng's caring attention. He felt so good, only without frenzy, without intimidation, and he knew that Tseng was spending this time with him, and not because of what Yaz could do for him, but for Yazoo himself. Yazoo had never experienced that before, not having to pay a price for something... it seemed too good to be true, but Tseng seemed so sincere, he had never been anything but a gentleman with Yazoo, and his words were so beautiful. Surely, he was not like the others? Yazoo decided to stop fretting about it, but he put that idea into practice immediately when he felt Tseng's breath very near his straining erection. “Ohhh, yes, Tseng... please....”



Yazoo´s heavy and encouraging moans sent shivers down Tseng´s spine and very hard erection, but he ignored his own aching in favor of placing a light kiss on the swollen, glistening tip of Yazoo´s erection. Oh gods, how long had he been dreaming about touching there, tasting it, feeling it! It was even more perfect than he could have imagined, the light bow as the young man´s penis gracefully leaned against his belly… Tseng nuzzled it a bit, before he started to kiss and lick his way down the long, pale shaft.



His fingers were softly brushing over the velvety skin of Yazoo´s testicles, and slowly massaging them. His other hand explored the rift where long legs joined, stroking over the sensitive perineum, while his pinky traced over a wrinkled, tiny hole.



“Is this what you like?” He asked huskily, looking up from between the silver head's legs and blowing gently over his saliva damp erection.



“Ohhhhh... yesssss, I...I like that...ever so much, Tseng-ahhhhhhh!” Yazoo's body was writhing now on the edge of the tub, he was not-so-subtly pressing his abdomen closer to Tseng's mouth and fingers. At the kisses to his hard cock, and the skillful fingers playing underneath at his most private areas, Yazoo mewled uncontrollably, and the sounds he was making did nothing but excite him further and his aching cock twitched against his belly. “It feels so good when you touch me there, Tseng.... ohhhhh...please do it some more... and lick me. Please...”



Tseng had no idea how he managed to not cum at those words, but he quickly averted his eyes from the blissful, incredibly sexy expression he saw on Yazoo´s face. Half closed, dazed eyes, trembling lips, flushed cheeks…



When he looked down at the tight, secret entrance that became redder and redder under his teasing caresses and the rocking of Yazoo´s bottom, Tseng thought briefly that his brain would explode from the over stimulation. So he closed his eyes with a groan and lowered his head, to touch it with his lips. He barely made contact the first time, careful to not offend Yazoo, but when he got another heavy moan in return, he became a bit bolder. His hand had sneaked up and took care of Yazoo´s erection by gently stroking it.



Tseng kissed along the sweet chasm and then his wet tongue darted out to have a first taste, stroking over the twitching, hot hole. “Hm, you taste good…” the man murmured, and licked again. “May I go inside? Would that please you?”



“Uhhh...hn?” Yazoo could barely think when that sure hand began stroking him, and that tongue! Oh gods... “Y-yes! P-please... go inside... I would l-...love that....ohhhhh,” he almost couldn't get the words out, the pleasurable sensations were too powerful, and when he looked down at Tseng again, and the beautiful man was looking at his face, he almost came. He was still a little sore from Sephiroth's visit last night, but the prospect of Tseng easing that pain there squashed any uncertainty Yazoo had. The man had been nothing but gentle with him, and he wanted Tseng to do whatever he wished now.



As Yazoo twitched against him and again assured him that he wanted this, Tseng´s tongue slipped inside. He could feel that Yazoo was still a little bit raw from his latest, violent client – may his soul rot in hell- so he was extra careful and gentle. His cool saliva and sensitive strokes were hopefully easing the young man a bit, but judging from his frantic movements to get Tseng in deeper, he did get pleasure out of it…



When Tseng hit that famous soft spot, Yazoo outright screamed at him, throwing his head back and bucking into the exotic man´s fisting hand. Both their movements became more frantic, and Tseng couldn´t help the moans and the panting rushing out of him anymore. Still closing his eyes he lifted up Yazoo´s sack with a thumb to get better access and darted in and out with his slick muscle, hitting that spot over and over again.



Yazoo felt any meager control he had vanish rapidly as Tseng started fucking him with his tongue, aiming directly for his sweet spot every time. His hips began to rock, helping to slide his erection in that firm grip and help give Tseng's neck some relief. He felt the exquisite pressure build up at the base of his balls, which tightened against his body, when he could no longer hold back and he whispered, “Tseng.... I'm...”



At that last sure brush along his prostate, Yazoo cried out, pressing his hips against Tseng and felt his cock start spurting uncontrollably and his warm, wet seed splashed up over his taut belly, Tseng's hand on his cock and to his surprise, some of that sticky essence splattered his pale cheek, but the experience was none the less earth-shattering, and his body shook with the sweet tremors of release.



Tseng felt the last powerful thrust against him and then the violent shivering and the hot, sticky liquid dripping from his fingers that held Yazoo´s cock. He milked the last drops from him by continuing to stroke until his erection started to soften. Then Tseng withdrew his tongue and glanced down at his own heavily leaking penis. It wouldn´t take much to get him off, but he didn´t want to offend Yazoo, so he´d wait till he was back in his private quarters…



When Yazoo had regained the capacity for coherent thought, he looked down at Tseng with the most blissfully sated, sleepy emerald eyes and a small smile on his lips. Catching Tseng's eye looking down at his body, Yazoo followed the glance, and what he saw greatly endeared him. Tseng's cock was achingly hard and he had not touched it this whole time... and he had asked for nothing for himself in this encounter. Guessing that he most likely wouldn't, Yazoo spoke, “Tseng... would you touch yourself for me? I would very much like to see it, how you like to be touched...”



Startled, Tseng looked up again, eyes narrowed. He really didn´t… wasn't an exhibitionist, but as it was, there probably was no way how he could refuse any of Yazoo´s wishes. And he was aching so very badly! So Tseng sat up and roughly grabbed his erection, hissing at the contact alone. His dizzy eyes were fixated on Yazoo, his naked and flushed, utterly beautiful silver angel, and at the sight of the glistening, wet semen on his face and belly, Tseng came with a harsh cry, throwing his head back and adding his own cum onto Yazoo´s cheek and belly. “I´m… sorry,” he panted as he opened his eyes and noticed the mess he´d made.



Yazoo was amazed at how intense Tseng was, and the sight of him masturbating while never looking away from Yazoo was... so incredibly sexy. He was so thrilled to be able to see this side of the normally, collected, sophisticated and ever-efficient Tseng. Yazoo gazed at Tseng, entranced by the seductive show the man gave him, until.... he felt another spattering on his cheek. Inwardly humored, wondering if this regular dose of semen was doing anything for his complexion, Yazoo focused on the man as he heard Tseng's apology.



“Don't worry, Tseng,” Yazoo's voice and demeanor had returned to cool and collected normalcy, but his eyes hungrily took in the dark-haired man before him. “I am only sorry I could not bring you off myself,” he brushed a slender hand over the erection he been wanting so badly to touch and taste. Hn, Yazoo marveled at how perfect it was, how he wanted to taste every inch of this body which had brought him so much pleasure. He would just have to make sure there was a next time. “You are so handsome, Tseng... thank you, for letting me rest today.”



"No please, it was my pleasure," Tseng said, shaking his head and reaching out for that beautiful face again. Yazoo´d called him handsome! His head was still spinning from all the tension and joy and Tseng thought he must have died and mysteriously landed in heaven, but then he was brought back to earth my a ringing coming from his pile of clothes. Quickly he stepped out of the tub, more on reflex than of free will, and answered the phone within a few rings, "Yes...of course... I´ll be right there, sir."



With that, and to Yazoo's quiet dismay, Tseng quickly rinsed and dressed, and with a parting word about how he was sorry to leave Yazoo there, exited The Baths, making sure the door was secure on his way out. Yazoo could not help himself, his cock had already become hard by the show Tseng had given him. He reached down to his stiff penis and began tugging and stroking it until he came again into the swirling waters. Then, he washed very quickly and left as well, heading back to his quarters.



tbc?