A wedding

Yay, smut!!!

But before this I´d like to take the time and thank

IntHellsing (Haha, yes, when I saw the cutscene movie I was like "Wtf?! OMG Reno..." XD So funny! So why didn´t you dye your hair red as well? Could make an almost complete Reno :) And well, Yazoo feels deeply betrayed right now and will keep angsting for a bit, but who knows? Maybe Vincent will get what he wants in the end^^)

Ainaloth (Yes, really! I´m a bit stuck right now because I want it to be perfect, but I think I´ll just write a bit on it after posting this chapter... Do you have any preference, an idea that I could include? Oh, and whatever Rufus is up to, it surely will be something upsetting^^)

Seifer19 (Hehe, Rufus is a shemer indeed! And whatever the reason why he copied the video file; it certainly won´t be to Yazoo´s benefits^^ Glad you found it funny!)

Golden Kitsune (Hey there! First off: ACC will be out in Japan on April 15th, I believe and it will only be available in Japan until juni, then it will be released in the USA as well. But you could always buy it online, I guess? As far as I know there are over 20 extra minutes, so there should be a lot of things go differently. Wahhh, I can´t wait!!!)

for reviewing and to PfenixB for betaing!!!

Enjoy!


8

Taking a sip from his water glass, Rufus leaned back in his comfortable sofa in his fancy modern living room. His eyes were focused on the huge TV that was installed on the wall opposite him and with the remote in his right hand the business man casually clicked through the program. Just that it wasn´t any normal TV program but his own personal one. Or rather, he checked on all the surveillance cameras in his apartment. Particularly the one in Yazoo´s guest room, to be more precise…

Now, it wasn´t unusual for Rufus to have guests, may it be his partners, clients or employees. And when they chose to stay with him, Rufus made sure that nothing illegal was going on in his house. He knew the scene with all its eccentric starlets and wanna-be legends; he supervised and presented most of them. And he knew all about the drugs and prostitutions to get a role and whatnot. But his principles were strict and absolutely against such things. He hadn´t worked all his way up here to get brought down by something decadent like that! Rufus was to make sure that no razzia would ever do him harm and since he was especially watched by the public he had to be extra cautious. Hence the cameras. It was his house anyway.

It wasn´t that Rufus thought Yazoo would do anything stupid, not really. But better be safe than sorry, and besides there were worse things than watching the silver haired beauty. Rufus liked looking at gorgeous things.

Right now there wasn´t much to see though. Yazoo was still lying on his bed, expressionlessly staring at the ceiling and maybe blinking once in a while. Then his eyes shifted over to the bathroom and the wet suit he was still wearing and with a fluid, graceful motion he sat up, slipping from the bed and walking over.

With a small, almost ironic smile Rufus watched him stop at the entrance, one slender hand on the thick glass. He probably thought about if this ‘room’ was proper enough to use it, the blond mused wryly.

It seemed that Yazoo had come to the decision that he could give it a try and followed the glass corridor that coiled around the main room, making it seem like a snail shell.

Eventually Yazoo reached the main ‘room’. A warm light engulfed it, that had automatically activated when the young man had entered the corridor. The ground was tiled with black polished stone, and there was a tub made of the same material, with blinking chrome fittings. Good smelling, light odors were filling the room, coming from a glass plate full with dried flowers that stood on a wooden bench. Also on the bench was a pile of soft looking, neatly folded white towels, as well as a cosy designer tracksuit. On the glass wall behind it hung a silken robe.

Yazoo just briefly took the room in that must have appeared extremely decadent in his eyes – for his Circle practiced utter asceticism and had no use for such godless, useless vanities.

He started to undress from his soaked clothes nonetheless, though. The jacket was neatly folded and placed on the bench with practiced routine, then Yazoo unbuttoned his black shirt. Unblemished, marble like skin appeared that stretched over taut muscles. After that Rufus came to know that Yazoo obviously had no use for such fancy things like underwear either, as the fabric slid down the man’s long legs to reveal nothing but bare skin.

Before Rufus could have a closer look though, Yazoo had already stepped under the shower head that was installed next to the tub. Unfortunately only half his back and his side were facing the camera, but Rufus had a rather good look at his perfect ass, which wasn´t that bad either.

The shower flared to life and a steaming stream of hot water rushed down at the body underneath. Closing his eyes, Yazoo held his face towards the warm liquid, his mouth slightly opened. Crystal water droplets were running down his stretched neck, over his white collarbone and trailing over the velvet skin of his flat belly. Some of them were gathering in his small navel and Rufus´d have been very tempted to lick them away while his hands would have followed the droplets running over Yazoo´s tight buttocks and long legs, if he´d been there.

It was the most sensual and sexy thing he thought he´d seen this far, even though he had seen a lot. But maybe the thrill here lay in the fact that Yazoo didn´t intend to look sexy. Or maybe that he didn´t know that Rufus was watching him… Whatever the case, the blond found that his pants had become a bit tight and so he just unceremoniously pulled down the zipper to free his erection. With slow, almost loving movements he wrapped his long fingers around his dick and stroked it to full hardness.

While Yazoo was letting the water clean him, still staying in that position, Rufus imagined standing behind him, suddenly grabbing his chin and forcing his head around to capture those lips into a kiss.

A surprised gasp escaping the silver haired man provides Rufus with just the opportunity to force his tongue in, tasting that sweet, wet mouth.

He lets go of the stunned young man, murmuring into his ear “Shall I help you wash?”

He gets a sigh and a slight, hesitant nod and, smirking, Rufus reaches over for the shower gel.

His arm wraps around Yazoo´s waist to hold him in place and he presses the man against him, his foamy hand slowly wandering over his flat stomach to ‘wash’ it. His thumb brushes over the soft skin of his belly button and then over his hipbone. Yazoo moans into his mouth, eyes hazy and all resistance broken. He leans into Rufus, letting the man kiss him again and touch him…

Rufus lets go of his hipbone, his fingertips slowly stroking down Yazoo´s leg and then trails towards his inner thighs, moving up again. He can feel the silver haired man´s breathing speed up, and helplessly writhe into the touch.
Pressing and rubbing his own erection against the lithe body in front of him, he feels the water making their bodies slippery.

“Shall I wash you here as well?” Rufus breathes, fingertips gliding over the hard flesh in Yazoo´s groin.

“Oh, yes…” the silver haired man moans, eyes half closed.

The blond boldly grabs for the other’s erection suddenly and starts to stroke it firmly. A lovely blush appears on Yazoo´s features, as he moans, almost whispering “Aaah, yes Rufus, clean me like this!”

“Mhh, you like that, don´t you?” Rufus says in a low, husky voice, smirking and nipping at Yazoo´s wet throat while still pumping his hard cock. The silver haired man moans and moves his hips according to Rufus´ movements – and at the same time rubbing with his delicious ass against the blond´s throbbing dick.

His other hand wanders over Yazoo´s upper body, gathering some foam and then brushing over a soft nipple. His guest writhes at the touch, and Rufus pinches the sensitive bud into hardness, intent on ‘cleaning’ it as well.

“Uh, that´s good. No one ever cleansed me like that,” Yazoo breathes, sensually moving into the touch, enjoying Rufus´ dextrous hands on him.

“I bet,” the blond murmurs and leaves the red, hard nub, eliciting a displeased sigh.

“Ah,” he smiles, his fingers instead trailing down the others side “there are still other places that need to be washed.”

His fingers are coated with the shower gel and slick when he moves his body away from Yazoo´s and slips his hand between them. With his index finger he strokes over Yazoo´s hole for emphasis and is very pleased by the gasp he receives.

“Oh yes, clean me there!” the young man moans, pushing his ass against the teasing finger that makes his muscle burn with unknown desire.

“My, you are a dirty little boy, aren´t you?” Rufus breathes into his ear, but whatever answer Yazoo had intended to give gets swallowed by his delighted little cry when the slippery finger enters him. In a slow, lazy pace, Rufus pushes in and out, his own breath coming out in tight pants.

“Hng, Rufus, clean me more please!” Yazoo pants, head thrown back and bracing himself with his hands against the wet wall.

“Like this?” is the amused counter-question and a second finger joins the first, stretching and penetrating that spot that makes the young man before him quiver.

His own patience wearing thin, the blond withdraws his fingers.

“Spread your legs,” Rufus orders harshly, pressing Yazoo against the tiled, black wall, and he does. The blond business man takes a moment to watch the picture of his naked, wet partner leaning with his upper body against the wall, half closed eyes dizzily staring into nothingness, deep moans escaping his parted lips. He´s still desperately pushing his dick into Rufus´ tight grip. Groaning, Rufus grabs for the shower gel again and coats his red, huge dick with it. He hisses at the cold, slimy liquid covering his hot flesh, but then he steadies his stance, strokes his cock and guides him to the wet, rosy entrance between Yazoo´s white firm buttocks. When the sensitive tip of his cock touches the warm flesh he moans at the jolt of pleasure that shoots through him.

Yazoo whimpers with need, looking over his shoulder with clouded eyes and not knowing where to push first; into the hand around his horny dick or the cock at his hole that screams to be filled by that hard, thick flesh.

Rufus relieves him from the decision and from the lust-filled need when he pushes again, his member parting the tight flesh and slowly, but easily vanishing inside the heat.

“Oaaaah!” A stretched moan comes from Yazoo as he throws his head back, feeling Rufus slid inside him. The blond grunts, one hand holding Yazoo´s hip, the other briefly stopping its rhythmic movements as he watches himself go in balls deep.

Once he has come over the sensation to trust himself enough to not come right away, he starts moving again, pulling out and ramming inside again.

“Gods, you´re tight,” he breathes into Yazoo´s ear, the man only giving a hitched “Ye-es,” not caring what Rufus says but just wanting him to fuck him. And Rufus does, pushing in and out, penetrating the hot, tight body with quick, frantic movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin only muffled by the rushing water.

“Oh yeah, fuck, you´re tight, you needy little bitch!” Rufus moans, driving in once more and then with a harsh cry coming in that burning, arching body.

He can feel something hot spill over his hand and against the wall and here´s the sob when Yazoo reaches his orgasm himself, but he doesn´t care because he´s in heaven right now.

Head leaning against the couch, Rufus stared at the screen with half closed eyes, his hand milking the last few droplets from his already softening cock. His breathing went from shallow and quick to slow and steady again. With his free hand he grabbed for a tissue and cleaned the semen off of him as well as he could. He didn´t put much effort into it, though. It was easier to just change clothes anyway.

When his view became a bit more focused he noticed that Yazoo wasn´t standing under the shower anymore but was kneeling under it, shoulders slumped and head hanging down. He was biting his lips with a tense expression that bordered on a mixture of despair, anger and helplessness.

Then he slowly got up again, shutting off the water and grabbing for a towel. With quick, not very gentle movements he dried his body and then dressed in the tracksuit, much to Rufus´ dismay. He´d have preferred his prude –or maybe not so- guest to wear the silk, but well. He´d seen him naked in the shower; would have to be enough for today.

tbc

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Naughty Rufus^^

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