Appeasing Distraction

Yazoo paused above Reno and smiled. They had been fighting for nearly an hour and were separated from their respective partners. Yazoo contemplated delivering a death strike, debating on his next course of action. No, he wasn’t going to kill this one. He wanted to play.

Reno grunted as his world blurred from a metallic blow to the head. A trickle of blood stained his hair, clinging to his skin as it pulsed with tainted mako.

Yazoo knelt beside his prey and ran his gloved hand over Reno’s cheek. He tilted his head when Reno leaned into his touch.

Realizing his reaction, Reno quickly backed away from the touch. “What the fuck, yo! Are we gonna fight or what?”

“Fight?” Yazoo stood in a fluid movement and approached him. “I have something else in mind for you.”

“Ch,” Reno said, wiping away the blood. He flexed his wrist and made a fist before he charged.

Yazoo easily sidestepped Reno and used the man’s momentum to push him against the alley wall. He took savage delight in Reno’s cry of pain. Before Reno could slump to the ground, Yazoo pressed against him, adeptly pinning him in place.

“Tell me,” Yazoo leaned close. His lips brushed against Reno’s ear and he slid his hand around to Reno’s front. “Are you truly a puppet of Shinra?”

“I ain’t no damn puppet,” Reno growled. He winced as Yazoo squeezed and gasped at the gentle palming.

“Mmmm, are you sure? I think that if I pull your strings, you will respond.” Yazoo delicately slid into Reno’s hastily zippered trousers.

Reno squirmed at the leather around his skin. It clung to sweat and Yazoo seemed to know it, taking his time to torment the Turk with rolls of flesh. When Yazoo pulled away, Reno gave a disappointed murmur.

Yazoo smirked and removed the glove, adjusting his position so that he could see what he was touching. He found himself staring at the red tangle of hair, mesmerized by the color. He was surprised to see that it matched the hair on the man’s head. He gave an experimental tug on the pubic hair, raising an eyebrow as Reno yelped.

“It is attached?”

“Whaddya mean by askin’ if it’s attached? Course it is! What the hell, man? You ain’t seen hair below the belt before?!” Reno struggled, but stilled when lips lightly nibbled on his neck.

“I don’t have any of that,” Yazoo murmured against his neck. “You’re unlike anything I’ve had before.” He thoughtfully licked Reno’s cheek. “And you have an unusual taste.”

“I…what?!”

“You are bitterer than I expected,” Yazoo said. “And you shiver at my touch. Is that an indication that you are enjoying this?”

Reno stiffened when he heard the shuffling of fabric behind him and panicked when his pants were yanked down. “Fuck! You’re crazy!”

“Madness has its rewards,” Yazoo said before he roughly pushed a slick finger into the man. Gun oil truly was a useful lubricant. When Reno stopped heaving and writhing, he quietly unzipped his battle gear. He was hard beneath the leather and intrigued that his body reacted in this way to a mere human.

Reno cried out at the sudden intrusion and tried to drop from Yazoo’s grasp, only to be held more firmly. He had nearly convinced himself that the Remnant was done toying with him and was figuring out the best way to kill him. He didn’t understand why the Remnant made no reaction, made no movement after the initial thrust. It didn’t make sense! His mind spun in several directions, trying its best to rationalize the situation. He wasn’t as large as anyone else he’d ever had; in fact, he seemed slimmer, sleeker almost. What the Remnant said about not knowing about hair down south was based on fact. He’d never had anyone like that and if he was going to die, he intended on getting one last fuck before he entered the Lifestream.

Yazoo rested serenely against Reno and was surprised when the man bucked against him. This was unexpected. The man wasn’t struggling. It rather seemed like he was encouraging Yazoo’s presence within him. This was truly unusual behavior that warranted further exploration. Yazoo braced the man’s hips and met the movements, intent on being the one who controlled them. Yazoo felt his materia flowing, gathering slowly to build at his root. He closed his eyes and tuned into the materia, urging it to prod forward with his thrusts.

Reno gasped at the sudden warmth and came onto the wall as he was nearly pounded into the building. His vision was in a daze as he saw a burst of color fill the room.

Yazoo opened his mouth and his breath caught in his throat. Something from the Turk sparked a reaction within him and it made an inner store of materia practically catch fire. He pushed the Turk against the wall and stumbled back. He clutched onto a chunk of debris, bracing his body as it trembled uncontrollably. He blinked rapidly, closing his eyes to steady his energy. He carefully replaced his glove and zipped his gear.

“I’ll be waiting for you on the street,” Yazoo said. “Now that I am not distracted, I am ready to give you a worthy fight.”

Reno breathed heavily on the ground and watched in disbelief as the Remnant left the alley. “Worthy fight, my ass.” He cringed at his own words before he shifted to stand. “Rude is gonna chew me out for this. Ah well, least I’m not dead yet.”

Reno zipped and tried his best to brush off the wall’s residue before he shook his head. Picking up his fallen weapon, he straightened and took the long way back to the street.

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Author’s Note: This was inspired by a fiction I read that made me go ‘hmm’ at the pairing and a couple friends who cosplayed the pairing of Reno & Yazoo. I, however, wanted to see Yazoo in control and when faced with a Remnant who is literally holding you by the balls, you tend to cooperate and see if you can’t get a measure of pleasure before your life is snuffed out.