A wedding

Thank you

fyrbyrd (Yippie! Can´t wait to read your new stuff!!! *restless now* Oh, Sephiroth´s really gonna be pissed, so much XD Poor little Reno, he´s just trying to help for love to prevail! He gets totally misunderstood XD But I´m glad you like it!)

IntHellsing (I love Reno too, he´s such a slick guy... *noms him* Yazoo *sighs* He´s being difficult, as you´ll see in the new chapter. And I´m pretty certain I will keep this story alive, it´s fun to write^^ Thank you for the review!)

Ainaloth (Haha, Rufus is cunning and amoral here, I think it suits him. I think he just didn´t get enough screentime in AC, he´s such a clever guy^^ And I just started a smutty Seph/Yaz oneshot, I hope to get it done within the next week and share it here then *has a weak spot as well*)

Zexion.6 (Thank you, I feel flattered! Eh, with Rufus it´s an ambiguous thing; on the one hand he´s a total asshole and arrogant but on the other hand... well, he can afford it XD)

Rina76 (I thought so too, but I got quite a lot of reviews this time, without there being smut in the chapter^^ But then, I announced it and gave the puppy eyes... But I feel the same about it. I sometimes like just simple PWP, but usually I enjoy more the plot based stories. If there is smut it´s fine, but there doesn´t have to be.

Rufus didn´t get enough screentime, I´ll say it again and again-he´s a tough, cunning guy :) And in this story he´s too much of a horny pervy to not try to get into Yazoo´s pants! Poor guy has something coming up to him *pets still shell-shocked Yazzy*

Haha, you may confess to him, but don´t make any bloodvessels burst, anywhere... I still need him -and you just gave me a nice idea! Zacky and Yazoo alone in a confessional box *drools*

Haha, no wedding for now, that´s for sure! It really didn´t make sense, the pairing I mean, but there was no other female character available... So Aeris it was.)

for reviewing and PfenixB for the awesome beating!!!!

6

As soon as he was outside, Rufus´ features relaxed and became all business like again, as he walked over to Tseng´s desk with determined strides, giving the man an impatient sign to move aside. He placed himself in his secretary´s chair and with a thin smile pushed the button of the intercom.

“…must come back with me.” That was the ultra deep voice of the intruder. It sounded worried and unsure, Rufus noticed.

“Don´t touch me,” was the agitated, hissed reply.

“Yazoo, I know you are upset, but please calm down, we have to thi-”

“Calm down?!” the raven haired man was almost hysterically interrupted, followed by the bitter statement “You did… this to me!”

There was silence for a moment, in which only the intercom crackled a little, then Yazoo spoke up again, sounding tense and almost desperate,

“Tell me this didn´t happen. Tell me this is just one of Reno´s sick little jokes and this actually did.not.happen.”

It was quiet again. Then, a hesitant, overly carefully spoken “I am sorry, but-”

“Oh Mother, this can´t be happening…”

“Yazoo, please stop pacing! Look at me! We were drunk, it doesn´t mean anythin-”

“Don´t you dare touch me! Ever again! How can you say it doesn´t mean anything, you fucked me!!!”

At that Rufus abruptly jerked away from the intercom, then his jaw dropped and after he had recovered from the surprise he closed his mouth, a sly smile slowly building on his lips. Fascinated he came closer again, ears perked up and totally ignoring his secretary standing behind him with a perfectly indifferent expression.

“I would have expected something like that from Reno, but you…! You are my best friend, you were supposed to keep an eye on me, I trusted you and you did these… these outrageous things to me!!! On my groomsnight! Goodness, I cannot believe this…”

It was silent for another moment before the intruder said in a quiet, calming voice “I am very sorry, but it did happen. Now we can either… forget about it and just continue like before. I will delete the video tape and talk to Reno. I am certain he will not tell anyone about it if we ask him to.”

The deep voice paused for a moment, and then continued in an even quieter tone “Or we could just…”

Another, meaningful pause followed.

“What,” came the bitter, almost daring reply.

Rufus mentally slapped his forehead, thinking that his intruder surely had the worst timing possible.

And apparently Yazoo thought so as well, as realisation dawned on him and he breathed an utterly outraged, disgusted “Oh.My.Goddess. You sick, little homo! You… You actually liked that, didn´t you?! I can´t belie- Stay away from me! How long is this actually going on?! You made – you made me drunk on purpose so you could rape me, didn´t you! You make me sick, you demented, perverted-”

“Excuse my saying this but if you might have a good closer look you may recognize that there´s nothing sort of ‘rape’ involved and you look pretty comfortable with Reno´s dick in your mouth!” Vincent snapped back, voice sounding acrid, hurt and frustrated.

In the shocked silence Rufus decided that it was time for him to interrupt this farce before someone could get seriously hurt.

He just opened the double door when Vincent, with an utterly sorry and desperate expression, reached out to his friend to apologize. His hand was violently slapped away, so that the camera clattered to the ground and skittered under the desk.

Yazoo stood before him, very pale and breathing heavily, glaring through his bangs at his former friend with complete contempt.

“I think you should leave now,” Rufus informed his intruder coolly, giving Tseng a nod to take care of the man and throw him out if need be.

Vincent seemed to want to object, but after another look at Yazoo he just closed his mouth and his face went blank. Remembering his dignity in front of the two strangers, he straightened and then he let himself be led out.

Sighing, Rufus closed the door behind them once again, then turned towards his still very agitated guest and said in a calm, soothing tone “Are you alright?”

“I cannot go back, I cannot go back…” the young man breathed more to himself, heavily leaning against the chair, long hair hanging in his pale face.

“I understand that,” the blond said in an understanding tone, not showing that he knew anything about the whole matter at all. Inwardly he was thrilled, to say the least. It was a mixture of wonder, astonishment, gloating and maybe even a bit pity, that was very well hidden behind a mask of politeness and well portioned sympathy. “Please, feel free to stay here, until things calm down. Be my guest as long as you wish.”

Yazoo shot him an awkward look, but apparently he was too confused and too out of other options to object. And so he let Rufus-who had just summoned his most trustworthy smile- led him to his private quarters.

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“Oh my god,” Rufus quietly laughed to himself, shaking his head a little while the pictures flickered over the camcorder’s display. He shifted in his seat to get more comfortable, since the video made him a little hot and… bothered at certain body parts.

Now, in his opinion this was one of the best films he´d ever seen –and BOY had he seen many films… He was positively delighted by the sight of those three extraordinarily beautiful men going at it like rabbits and he felt a jolt shooting through his loins just when they started fucking Yazoo in his ass and mouth –and he had to take sides with the mysterious intruder here: his guest surely didn´t look like he was terribly offended by the treatment. Quite the contrary.

And the blond was just too willing to have a piece of that guy himself. Rufus could just imagine that: those silver tresses fanned out underneath him, his name falling from those pouty, pale lips, those big green eyes hazily staring up at him while he was driving into that lithe, deliciously hot and arching body…

Clearing his throat, Rufus snapped the camcorder shut and reached for his water glass (he never drank any alcohol at work; he had to drink enough on the diverse parties he had to attend on a far too regular basis. And maybe he didn´t drink if he didn´t have to because he was a bit of a control freak. But well.)

After he had come down a bit and was sure that everything in his more private areas was back to normal he stood from the table and went over to get his laptop.

While Rufus connected the camera to his computer he marvelled that he could comprehend rather well what seeing this video must have done to Yazoo, though. His whole world must have broken apart and this just hours before his wedding…

A small laughter escaped the man again, upon the irony that unfolded before him. Clearing his throat again, Rufus forced his face to become neutral again, frowning a little and staring at his computer in concentration as he copied the video file.

Even though he might find it funny –he found their whole club to be ridiculous anyway, but that was another matter- it certainly wasn´t for Yazoo. And it was nothing that could be overcome with a good night’s sleep, and the next morning everything would look better… Yazoo was an emotional wreck right now, he was as down and miserable as one person could be. Everything he ever knew had been put to question and he was probably overpowered by the guilt his ‘sin’ had brought over him. And his Circle, which was all Yazoo knew and all the support he had, wouldn´t spare him a second look if they found out about what had happened, that was for sure.

Now, usually Rufus Shinra didn´t really give a shit about people. They just didn´t catch his interest, or if one wanted to put it more bluntly: he was too egomaniacal and self centred to care about others. There were some exceptions of course; when they could benefit him, he could care a lot. But this was on a business level, and it only served his advantages anyway.

But this young man… He felt that he wanted to help him out of the ridiculous ideology his church had spun around and trapped him in. Well, he had to admit that there were ulterior motives as well, namely getting some little payback from the Circle by steeling one of its sheep. And he wouldn´t mind giving Yazoo a good fuck himself. But that would have to wait a little, he reckoned.

Rufus disconnected the camcorder and shut his laptop with a small click. Then he left his bureau and went up to his private quarters, with the natural calm, superior and self-confident air around that was so typical for him.

He went straight to the guest room where he had left Yazoo an hour ago to calm down and sort his thoughts. Rufus just hoped that his guest would appear less borderline now. As a precaution the blond had taken away any sharp items, just in case Yazoo thought he wanted to end his life, or something.

The man knocked at the door first, but when he got no answer he just opened it, stepping inside and closing it behind him. It was semi-dark, the blinds blocking out the dull light and heavy rainclouds. The constant, but somehow calming dripping of the rain against the windowed, half round wall filled the room, but otherwise it was quiet.

Rufus found his guest lying on his back on the big, modern four-poster-bed that dominated one half of the huge room and was placed right beside the door.

With a blank face Yazoo stared up at the ceiling, one arm draped over his forehead and not even acknowledging the blond man´s presence.

“How are you feeling?”

Rufus slowly walked over to the bed, inspecting his guest with his usual routine. He really would make a great picture on certain advertising photos, the blond assesed almost unconsciously. Maybe he had a real profitable candidate here…

Yazoo´s eyes shifted towards him for a moment but then went back to the ceiling, telling the man that he wasn´t in the mood to talk to him.

“You may want to take a bath.” Rufus informed him, unfazed, upon seeing that Yazoo was at least amenable now. “You will find dry changing clothes in the bathroom, as well as clean towels of course.”

Emerald eyes shifted over to the part of the room that was kind of separated by a round, non-transparent glass screen. It was a bath’room’, designed into the bedroom, and it seemed to be huge.

“If you feel like it you´re always welcome to join me for dinner. If you´d rather eat in your room though, just tell Tseng please, the phone´s on the nightstand.” He gestured towards an elegant, thin black telephone lying on the glass nightstand and then, after a brief bow he discreetly placed the camera next to it and excused himself.

TBC

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Rufus in all his glory... Next chapter will be smut^^

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