Hiding Sirens

Hiding Sirens

Author: Kerianya
Rating: ADULT/NC-17
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Advent Children
Pairing: RudexYazoo, slight KadajxYazoo and LozxYazoo.
Warnings: CRACK PAIRING, yaoi, sex, violence, implied rape and pedophilia, language and slight violence, one tiny red-haired insult.
Disclaimer: I neither own the characters or the locations used to produce this story. As I am not associated with Square Enix in any way I cannot and will not make any profits from the making of this. I do claim some small credit for the "Nympho gene" that serves as my pitiful scientific reasoning behind this pairing

Authors comment: I really struggled with writing of this story. This is the first attempt I have seen to support this absolutely crack pairing and it was really really HARD! I’m actually not very happy with this one-shot, but there was no way I was going to let these two beat me. Who’d have thought that getting two barely-speaking characters to have sex would have been such hard work :P Bearing that in mind, please don’t flame me. You cant call this story anything worse than I have already.

Rude grunted as he landed roughly on the ground. The demonic silver-haired harpy laughed at his obvious discomfort, cocking that child-like face as he surveyed the huge Turk. Beside him, the largest of the three snickered as he cracked his knuckles.
Behind his sunglasses, Rude’s attention was turned to the figure behind the harpy and the thug. The long-haired siren stood apart from his brothers, framed by the light of the open doorway like an angel. His pretty head was bowed, as though he didn’t want to witness what was happening, but looked up and smiled when the burly thug turned to look at him. The smooth lips twisted up in a cruel smirk which faded as soon as the attention was gone.
"Well, not so tough without the carrot-top are you?" The littlest one sneered, bending over with hands on developing hips in what he probably thought was a threatening gesture. Rude desperately suppressed the urge to snort at the childish harpy and his attempts to be grown up, but his burly brother was enough of a threat to…
"Hey! I asked you a question, bitch!" The child growled, curling his upper lip in displeasure at his captive’s silence. Beside him, the large one’s sneer faded and the siren lifted his head.
Rude remained silent, a talent which he had mastered years before. He simply reached up and adjusted his sunglasses with a finger. This seemed to agitate the child, as he screeched in frustration and slapped Rude across the face with enough force to make him grunt in surprised pain. His sunglasses were knocked askew, and once again he reached up to adjust them.
But an agitated squeak from the harpy made him hesitate. He looked up to see the child glaring at him, fists clenching as he trembled.
"Don’t…do that!" He hissed through clenched teeth. Rude raised an eyebrow, and continued…
"Loz!" The harpy all but screamed, and suddenly Rude’s wrist was in the paw of the thug called Loz.
"Wrong move, big guy." The thug drawled, a sinister grin on his face.
"I wouldn’t advise you to continue upsetting our little brother."
Rude looked up as the siren stepped forward, trying to keep his mouth closed. The slender man was perfect from head to toe. His beautiful, delicate face, his slender body cased in leather, even his smooth, gentle voice combined to create an impossibly powerful allure. Rude shifted uncomfortably, hoping that the hint of his waking arousal would be concealed somehow. The siren’s soft lips parted and he smiled gently as Rude hung his head, desperate not to look at the delicious creature before him.
"Heh!" The thug Loz smirked, turning to the notably calmer harpy. "Looks like Yazzie wins again, huh Kadaj?"
Kadaj, who Rude noticed with some annoyance was leaning into the siren’s comforting embrace as a perfect, leather-encased hand stroked his hair, nodded and kissed the siren on the cheek. For a moment Rude saw the harpy for what he was: a frightened, insecure little boy. But then the aquamarine eyes turned to him and the harpy reappeared with a scowl.
"Tie him up Loz." Kadaj spoke in a low voice, not moving from the siren’s comforting and enviable embrace. "I don’t want him trying to escape while you and I are away."
It took all of Rude’s carefully mastered self-control to stop him from looking up with excitement. He was going to be alone with the siren?! How long? Why?
"I can handle him, Kadaj." The beautiful creature smiled, but the harpy shook his head.
"Why take on more trouble than you have to?" He replied, never once taking his eyes off the huge Turk.
"You’re right as always." The siren soothed, stroking Kadaj’s hair with great affection. "But no human is more than I can handle. I’d enjoy the work-out."
Rude swallowed, thinking about just where he’d like the siren to ‘handle’ him…
"Get him into a chair, Loz." The harpy snapped.
With a snort, the thug lifted Rude up with ease using just one arm, whilst with the other he spun a chair around. With no care for his captive’s well-being, the thug all but slammed Rude onto the hard wooden seat. Rude couldn’t help but grunt as the uncomfortable landing sent daggers of pain shooting up his spine. His glasses had been knocked askew by the impact, but the thug had already started securing him to the chair with thick cord so he was unable to adjust the shades. The cords were so tight that they almost cut into his skin and he could feel the pain that came with the restriction of blood flow.
"Not so tight Loz." The siren said affectionately. "I don’t want him to be whining in pain the whole time he’s here."
The thug hesitated, glancing at the little harpy as though seeking permission. With a tut, the harpy cocked his head and nodded. Rude sighed with relief as he felt Loz loosen his bonds, and cast a thankful glance to the siren. To his surprise the siren winked at him in response!
"Well, we’re getting going then." Kadaj snapped, flashing a venomous glare at Rude before leaning over and kissing the siren’s lips hotly. Rude fumed inwardly as he realised that there was so much more than brotherly love between these two. Jealousy rose inside him like a beautiful rose of glass as he watched the siren return the kiss. For a brief moment he considered the idea of trying to free himself so he could pull his siren away, but common sense caught him just in time. Angrily he turned his head as the thug took his turn to maul the long haired angel. He didn’t know what annoyed him more: the fact that the siren would rather accept the embraces of his foul siblings over his, or that his body had reacted to the sight of the siren and the harpy as they shared that intimate act of love. But who wouldn’t have enjoyed such a sight? It was like…lesbianism, only without the boobs and oh so much better!
The sound of the door made him look up. He was alone with the siren, which was a pity because he was tied up. If they had met in a club the siren would have found himself rammed up against a toilet stall door getting the fuck of his life by now. These things were always so much easier after a few beers…
"Hmm…"
The siren was coming towards him now, seeming to glide across the rough stone floor. As he reached Rude a half-smile was on his lips, and it was one of the most erotic things Rude had ever seen. He swallowed hard as the siren leant forward, and straightened his sunglasses.
"Uh…thanks." He said.
"You’re welcome." The siren replied, still wearing that enigmatic almost-smile.
For a moment they were silent, before the siren spoke again.
"Why do you hide behind those sunglasses?"
Rude looked puzzled for a moment.
"Excuse me?"
"The sunglasses you wear, when in a building devoid of sun or bright light. What else would you wear them in here for if not to hide behind them?"
Rude grunted.
"People don’t need to see everything." The siren cocked his head.
"Poor Kadaj would not agree." He sighed. "He cannot bear the thought that people can hide things from us."
Rude raised an eyebrow. "It’s only my eyes."
"No." Silver hair swayed from side to side as the siren shook his head. "No, it goes much deeper than that. You wouldn’t understand; how could you? You were not raised in a laboratory like rats in a cage."
He let his head droop.
"Back when we were young, and imprisoned in that horrible place, the only people Loz, Kadaj and I ever saw were handlers and scientists. They all wore goggles and visors that were darkened to protect their feeble eyes from the bright lights that they subjected us to constantly. When they came in to see us we were always strapped to examination tables for their experiments and…worse things."
He shuddered, and when the siren turned his head to face Rude his aquamarine eyes were glittering with unshed tears. Rude felt compelled to ask.
"Like what?"
"The men…they…there weren’t many females and the men took a fancy to me. They used to put Loz in a different cell so that the women could use him and the men…they used to…do things to me. Loz was thirteen and I was twelve when they started, but we didn’t mind because they never touched Kadaj. But when I was fourteen they brought Kadaj in with them. He was eleven and they said he was old enough to start ‘playing the games with us.’ I begged them to take him away but they just laughed and moved him up the wall so he could see everything. They made him watch them take turns to rape me, and the ones that were waiting or that had already done were asking him if he liked what they were doing to me. I hadn’t cried since they had started doing those things to me, but that night I screamed myself hoarse."
Tears began to spill down the siren’s cheeks and Rude struggled to swallow the bile in his throat as he realised what was coming next.
"Then they swapped places and put Kadaj down on the floor. He was screaming before they started and I had to watch as they stole his virginity and the last bit of innocence he had left. I nearly broke free trying to rescue him, but I was already too late. Kadaj didn’t stop bleeding for two days and cried for a week longer."
Rude gritted his teeth. He had no love for the harpy or the thug, but nobody deserved what they and the siren had gone through.
"Then when Kadaj was fourteen they injected us with something. I don’t know what it was but they never had to tie us down to rape us any more. We would just lay there and let them no matter what we tried to do."
So the remnants had been injected with the "Nympho gene" as Rufus had feared. It was a synthesised virus that permanently turned its victims into raging nymphomaniacs. It first took control of the body, but the mind would succumb to it within a year of infection. Bare flesh contact was the only trigger that had been discovered, though the researchers were determined there were dozens more, and no progress whatsoever had been made as to discovering a cure.
"Even now we have escaped we cannot stop." The siren whispered. "But at least now it’s only the three of us the pain isn’t so great."
Suddenly the siren was knelt before him, gloved hand resting urgently on his thigh.
"Do you understand my brother’s fear now?" He whispered. "He fears anything that you can hide behind, because it reminds him of what happens to us. He still has nightmares about it and it still hurts him so much."
Rude struggled to find his voice as he looked down at the siren. Knelt before him, begging for his understanding made the siren the single most erotic sight he had ever seen. Even watching his lover Reno pleasuring himself whilst they made love, or prepping himself with one of his many toys (that would otherwise have gone unused) seemed so frumpy and unappealing compared to this delicious sight.
To his horror, he was now impossibly hard; there was no denying the massive tent that had sprung up in his trousers.
"I understand." He said, in a voice that was thick with arousal, hoping that his words would distract the siren…
Even as he spoke, the siren’s gaze was being drawn to the groin in front of him. Large feline eyes widened in disbelief and that pretty mouth literally dropped open.
Rude was used to that expression. He knew that he was an exceptional size - 11 inches when erect was far from being average. When Reno had first encountered it he’d actually started backing away, uttering a stream of curses as he did so.
"Um…"
Rude’s attention was redirected back to the siren. His large eyes were blinking furiously, as if the simple act would somehow make the tent in front of him shrink.
"Oh my!" He managed, in a noticeably shaky voice. "Aren’t we a big boy then?"
He swallowed hard, and nibbled his lower lip. A light blush spread across his cheeks as he looked up at Rude.
His feline eyes changed suddenly as the "Nympho gene" sprang to life. It seemed that noting another’s arousal triggered the change as well. A mist seemed to form over the aquamarine orbs, making their owner look dazed. The pink bush on his cheeks darkened and those full, rosy lips parted slightly. With the fluid grace of a leopard, he slid up the length of Rude’s restrained body to sit in the man’s lap. Rude growled as the siren’s shapely backside ground against his now painful erection, bucking his hips up to grant him more of that delicious pressure. At his movement, the siren gasped and pulled himself closer, draping his long legs either side of the chair. Rude was able to caress the leather clad thighs, which made his lap-guest look down.
"Yes…I’ve got to remind Loz about that." He murmured. "Can’t have every man copping a feel when he’s tied up in my care."
Rude couldn’t resist a smirk.
"Sit on all your captives then do you?" He smirked. The siren shook his head.
"No, but this is the first time we’ve held anyone hostage before." He giggled. "I didn’t count on you being so good-looking anyway."
He leant forward and kissed Rude’s lips softly. Rude, still reeling from the fact that his captor thought him attractive, kissed back, slipping his tongue into the pliant mouth of his siren. Long arms draped over Rude’s ample shoulders as the silver-haired youth pressed his lean body against Rude’s.
When they eventually broke apart the siren pulled away a little, looking flushed and aroused as he gazed down at Rude breathlessly. Then he pulled a hand back and used it to remove the Turk’s sunglasses.
"What are you-"
"You don’t need to hide from me." He replied, folding the shades up and slipping them into Rude’s blazer pocket with surprising care. "Besides, I want to be able to see you watching me…"
With that his lips were back on Rude’s. His hands pulled off Rude’s tie and unbuttoned as much of his shirt as was possible. Then the nimble digits made short work of his belt, but stopped short at his trousers. To Rude’s puzzlement, the siren climbed off his lap completely. Confused brown eyes met heated aquamarine, and the siren knelt between his legs.
"I want to see it." The siren explained , reaching forward and unzipping Rude’s fly. His nimble fingers quickly undid the single button that fastened Rude’s trousers. Rude groaned as the siren’s hands ghosted over his underpants. His eyes widened as one hand slid under Rude’s waistband to take hold of the large organ, and he hesitated before lifting it from its cotton nest.
"Oh!"
The larger eyes got larger still and with a startled squeak the siren dropped Rude’s intimidating erection as though he had been burnt by it. He gulped loudly, eyeing the swollen muscle with every ounce of caution etched on his pretty pale face.
"I…I didn’t know they could get this big…" The siren murmured, licking his lips subconsciously. "This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought."
He reached down into his pocket, and after some fumbling, pulled out a tube of lubricant. He set it down for a moment, and began fumbling just out of Rude’s vision, but the sounds of parting leather and clattering buckles were more than enough of a clue as to what was going on behind the veil of his own lap. Soon a boot and a pair of trousers were flung across the ground, confirming the siren’s intentions.
The siren’s hands shook as he picked the lubricant up and broke the seal and his soft breathing grew harsher with need. He nibbled his lip as he squirted a generous amount of the clear gel into his open palm. For a moment he hesitated, eyeing Rude’s masculinity with caution before slowly closing his palm over the hot flesh.
Rude let out a groan, both from the coolness of the lubricant and from the delicious friction from the siren’s hand as he slicked the huge muscle in front of him. His siren’s face lit up with a satisfied smile when he felt that Rude was slicked and ready, and was quick, almost eager, to sit back in the massive Turk’s lap. He was completely naked from the waist down, but still enticingly covered by his leather coat, keeping all the exciting parts concealed. As if he could sense his prospective lover’s frustration, the siren smiled, leaning forward to kiss Rude softly and whispering.
"There will be plenty of time for you to see all of me later."
Rude growled as a hand took hold of him once more. The siren lifted himself, positioning over Rude’s erection and taking a deep breath. Slowly, he lowered himself until the head of Rude’s slicked shaft was pressing against the siren’s opening. Rude felt the hand on his shoulder grip him with enough force to bruise as the siren began pressing his weight on the thick muscle.
"Aaah!"
The siren let out a gasping moan as the head finally stabbed into his tight heat. Aquamarine eyes widened almost impossibly and his jaw fell open in a silent cry of pleasure. Shakily, the siren’s other hand came up to rest on Rude’s other shoulder as his head flopped down. Rude growled huskily as the siren slowly impaled himself onto him. The boy was so tight that it almost hurt, and the little whispering noises escaping those concealed lips were almost enough to drive him over the edge.
Finally, the siren flopped against Rude’s chest, panting heavily. Rude brushed his fingers against the bare leg by his hands, relishing in the sensation of being encased in his siren’s hot velvet heat.
"Mmmm…" the siren finally lifted his head, flushed and beautiful in the heat of their passion. Dreamily, he gazed down at his leather-covered belly and pressed a hand against himself.
"I’ve never had anything so big inside me before." He panted, looking back at Rude with a blush on his cheeks. "I was worried that you wouldn’t fit."
He cocked his pretty head, an embarrassed expression on his lovely face.
"What’s your name?" He asked.
"Rude…" The big Turk answered, somewhat taken aback by the siren’s question. "What’s yours?"
A genuine smile graced the siren’s lips.
"Yazoo."
Rude felt that siren suited Yazoo a whole lot more, but smirked back at him.
"Think we’ve left the introductions a bit late, huh?"
Yazoo simply giggled, leaning forward until his lips brushed against Rude’s.
"I just want to know who’s name to scream out when I come." He purred, drawing the bigger man into a kiss as he began to thrust himself against Rude, working himself into a steady rhythm quickly and making his confined lover groan.
The chair began to rock back and forth as Yazoo began to bounce harder on Rude’s erection, constantly threatening to tip the lovers over. Yazoo didn’t seem to care, his hands keeping a tight grip on Rude’s shoulders. Loud moans and gasps escaped his pretty mouth in an almost continuous stream of incomprehensible praise, and his eyes were now so pale that they were almost white. The nympho gene had taken the remnant over completely - but there was no way that Rude could complain about that! Yazoo was riding him like an express train on full steam, a quality he had never found in any of his previous lovers.
Not even Reno…
As though that treacherous thought had been a trigger, the chair beneath the two of them lurched backwards with enough velocity to tip them over. Suddenly Yazoo’s eyes regained their normal hue, and with a cry he reached out with his left hand whilst the right pulled his lover to him. The chair hit the floor with a snap, and Rude felt the back of the chair break from the seat. Yazoo had been propelled forwards by the impact, but a good deal of Rude’s erection was still very much inside him. The long haired remnant looked behind him with an expression of amazement, clenching his muscles as if convincing himself that what he felt was real. The tightening around his shaft made Rude growl loudly with pleasure, and he managed to thrust into the stunned younger man above him. Yazoo squealed as Rude hit his sweet spot hard. Automatically, the younger man thrust his hips back, embedding Rude entirely into him and making them both cry out. The lower half of the chair went sliding across the floor as the movement pushed Rude’s legs to a more comfortable flat position. An expression of fear crossed Yazoo’s features as he realised his captive lover was virtually free, but a thrust from Rude quickly diffused that fear.
"Rude…" he breathed, straightening up and placing his hands on Rude’s firm stomach. His hips began moving forwards again, finding it much easier move without the restriction of the chair. Once again Yazoo’s eyes paled to near-white as the gene took control of him again, and his thrusts became more animal, almost primeval.
The abuse of his body, that trapped him in an overwhelming cocktail of pleasure and pain, was drawing Rude desperately close to the brink of orgasm. His shirt was sticking to him with all the sweat and, not for the first time he wished that he could be naked and free with Yazoo. A quick caress of Yazoo’s thighs told him that his lover was sweating even more than he was. Every fibre in his being screamed at him to wriggle out of the cords and pull that damned coat off…
Yazoo’s eyes opened and he reached over to grab the back of the chair, pulling it out from under the Turk and flinging it away. He pulled Rude into a sitting person and reached behind him to pull apart the thick knot that held Rude’s bonds together.
Rude shrugged the cord from his chest, pushing it up over his head and out of the way. With a hungry growl he grabbed hold of Yazoo’s waist and flipped them both over.
Yazoo wailed as his legs were spread apart between the two of them, opening him up even more to Rude’s assault. His back arched instinctively as a particularly well-aimed thrust sent electric tingles through his body. His delicate fingers unfastened the remaining buttons on Rude’s shirt, parting the sweat-soaked material to reveal the dark-skinned man’s toned chest. He managed to pull the blazer off Rude’s shoulders before his lover pinned his wrists to the floor above his head. The cloud before Yazoo’s eyes cleared a little as a worried expression crossed his features. Taking the tiny wrists in one hand, he stroked Yazoo’s cheek in a comforting gesture before continuing to the zip of that concealing coat. The tight leather parted almost eagerly, revealing a bare pearly chest and a pair of delicate rosebud nipples. Yazoo whimpered as he was exposed so fully to his lover, and the pink blush on his cheeks quickly darkened to red. As Rude released his grip on Yazoo’s wrists he felt arms wrap around his neck as the body arched beneath him.
"Aaah…Rude I…ugh…I can’t…"
His insides clenched around Rude, making the passage painfully tight. The pressure was enough to drive Rude over the edge. With a powerful shudder, he grabbed Yazoo’s hips with enough force to bruise, and slammed himself hard into the tight, abused body beneath him. His semen flooded Yazoo and some of it dribbled out onto the floor between them. Yazoo’s back snapped into an upwards arch as the sensation of being filled and claimed pushed him over the edge.
"Ruuuuuuudddde!"
His climax squirted violently across his bare chest and stomach as the both of them came down from the peaks of their respective orgasms. The cloud lifted off Yazoo’s eyes as he looked up at his breathless lover. Rude leant down, capturing Yazoo’s soft lips in an exhausted kiss. He lifted himself up, gently coaxing Yazoo’s legs back down from his chest as he carefully withdrew his softening erection from him. Yazoo whined at the sense of loss whilst some of Rude’s essence escaped with him, but then relaxed and let out a contented sigh.
"Mmmm…well that was lovely." He purred , rubbing his aching legs along Rude’s, dainty feet caressing the calves through the thick material. The bigger man snorted.
"Bet you say that to all the guys." He replied.
Yazoo fully opened those huge eyes and looked straight at Rude.
"That has been the only time where I have…done that with somebody and really wanted it." He said softly. "Normally I just blank out what’s happening when that feeling takes over, but this time I couldn’t…"
His silver brows furrowed with confusion.
"I wanted the sex because of the poison they injected me with, but I wanted you more."
Rude was a little taken aback by the revelation from the aloof younger man. Instinct screamed at him to step away, but the lure of the siren’s full lips was too strong for him to resist. His lips were on Yazoo’s before his mind could register what was happening, and as Yazoo responded he found himself powerless to get away. As he was drawn further into the kiss he began to wonder if the nympho gene was contagious. Every time that he tried to pull away from the sweet mouth of the siren he found himself leaning in for another one, and another one, and another one. If this was a trap, then he had well and truly fallen into it…
The sound of a mobile phone ringing broke whatever spell had been cast on the lovers. With a grunt, Rude climbed off Yazoo, who reached over into his almost discarded coat pocket and pulled out his cell phone. As he flipped the slim device open Rude noticed a change in the siren. One moment he was flushed, sweaty and breathless, the next he was composed and impassive. Rude could swear that the sweat physically evaporated from the ivory skin as he watched.
"Kadaj." Yazoo purred. "How did things go?"
Rude heard an echo of the conversation, the harpy’s voice made amusingly whiny by the mobile phone’s pitch. Whatever he was saying seemed to please Yazoo greatly, as the exquisite face suddenly lit up.
"So he told you where mother is?" His eyes flashed to Rude for a second. "That’s wonderful news, Kadaj! So when do you want me to let the Turk go?"
He rolled his eyes suddenly.
"Kadaj…if I shoot him Shinra and all the rest of them will hunt us down…well I don’t fancy being constantly on the run until the reunion. I’m not being awkward, Kadaj! No I’m not, it’s called being practical. Besides, he’s been no trouble…"
He was quiet for a moment, making only an occasional murmur of agreement. Rude figured that his siren was used to not getting a word in edgeways with the siren by the way that he listened to the siren’s rambling without any hint of annoyance.
"Tomorrow? Sure I can keep an eye on him until then. He’s been good as gold so far. No, he hasn’t even said anything. Uh-huh…mmm…so I meet you where? No you didn’t say. Okay, by the what? Oh yeah I remember. Yes, yes I know. Kadaj, I said I remember! Ok, I’ll see you guys tomorrow then. Try not to have too much fun without me tonight."
Suddenly Yazoo smiled, his face lighting up with warmth. "I love you and Loz too, Kadaj. Bye."
He closed the phone shut, and turned to Rude with a heart-stopping smile.
"Well Rude," he purred, crawling seductively towards the bigger man, "it looks like you’ll be free to go tomorrow morning. Do you mind spending the night with me before you go?"
Rude smiled, brushing the hair out of Yazoo’s eyes.
"This is gonna be my only chance to, right?"
A flash of sadness passed over the younger man’s face and he nodded.
"I wish I could keep you, Rude…maybe when mother returns she’ll let me, but we need to find her first."
He sighed.
"I suppose you could go now if you wanted to," he continued, "but…I was hoping you’d want to stay with me…"
Rude leant forward, cupping Yazoo’s cheek in his hand and pulled him into a kiss. The beautiful remnant responded hungrily, leaning into the embrace as though somehow they could fuse if his passion was fierce enough. Need for air tore them apart gasping and breathless. Rude slid his hands over Yazoo’s shoulders, pushing the thick leather down his arms. Yazoo slid his arms out of his coat, reaching out with them to pull Rude’s jacket and shirt off his shoulders and arms. Finally, Rude pulled the remaining clothing from his body, leaving them both gloriously naked.
Their next kiss was nervous, as though the few items of clothing they had been wearing before had acted as some kind of safety net, preventing them from being completely vulnerable. But a few moments in that embrace the nervousness quickly dissolved as passion took over once again.
With a sigh Yazoo broke the kiss and rose to his feet, guiding his lover to do the same. Taking the man’s hand in his, Yazoo led Rude across the room to what looked like a massive put-up bed. Presumably the three of them shared it as it had more than enough room to sleep the three of them and everything but the most athletic of their activities in it. Yazoo perched on the edge of the mattress and pulled Rude closer to him until the bigger man’s semi-hard erection was almost brushing against his parted lips. His tongue flickered out from between them to brush gently against the head, making Rude moan softly, before parting his lips further and allowing the hardening muscle into his mouth. Rude growled as Yazoo began to bob his head, gradually taking more and more of Rude into his mouth each time. Rude felt himself getting harder as Yazoo moaned softly, sending delicious vibrations through his groin. If the siren kept this up, his second climax of the night would be happening very soon.
As though sensing this, Yazoo let Rude slide out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them for a second. Taking Rude’s hand again, he lay down on the bed, pulling his lover down on top of him.
"Let’s make tonight one to remember." Yazoo breathed hotly into Rude’s ear. "One where neither of us have to hide away…"
The words, spoken in Yazoo’s sultry voice, sent fire coursing though Rude’s veins. Positioning himself, he slid into the pliant body beneath him for a second time, delighting in Yazoo’s passionate moans as he did so. Yazoo’s legs wrapped around Rude’s waist.
Rude began gently at first, slowly sliding his impressive length in and out of the wailing siren beneath him. The grip around his waist tightened almost painfully as Yazoo tried to impale himself further onto Rude’s erection as their lovemaking got hotter.
"Harder…" Yazoo breathed, opening clear eyes to gaze into Rude’s "Please…"
As he thrust harder into his lover Rude’s own moan was drowned out by a passionate cry from Yazoo, who’s slender back arched up against his chest as pleasure shot through him. The creaking of the bed below them went almost unheard through their cries and moans as Rude slammed himself again and again into Yazoo’s oh-so needy body.
Suddenly, Rude unhooked Yazoo’s legs from his waist and flipping the slender man onto his side. Yazoo’s right leg was pressed against Rude’s chest, whilst the other rested on the mattress. Yazoo’s eyes widened as the change in position opened him up in ways that, judging by his expression, he hadn’t known the existence of before.
"Rude…" he panted; his face obscured by a wall of his own hair "so…big…"
"Yazoo…" Rude growled in response, tipping Yazoo’s body as he thrust so hard that the Remnant almost collapsed beneath him. His large hands gripped Yazoo’s right thigh and hip painfully tight, making his lover writhe and squeal in delight.
"Rude…oh gods…"
With an ear-splitting shriek, Yazoo’s body snapped forwards as his second orgasm shot through him. Semen shot over his arm and laced the floor next to them as it burst from his untouched erection. He closed his eyes as his body shuddered and tightened around Rude, bringing the Turk to his own climax.
Most of his essence spilled out over their thighs, but neither man seemed to care. Through his clouded vision, Rude felt a twinge run through him as Yazoo gave a breathless smile of pleasure as he felt Rude’s seed fill his insides a second time.
Rude gently withdrew, climbing wearily to lay by his lover’s side. With a contented sigh, Yazoo rolled onto his back and snuggled into Rude’s side, planting a gentle kiss on the bigger man’s shoulder as an arm was wrapped around him.
Silence followed, and three little words could have filled that silence perfectly, but Rude bit his lip and swallowed them.
"I love you…"
Rude’s eyes fell on Yazoo’s as soon as the words left the perfect mouth. For a second Yazoo simply looked back at him hazily, until the realisation of what he had said dawned on him.
"Oh gods…" he murmured, lifting his head from Rude’s shoulder "Rude…I…"
Rude’s fingers pressed against Yazoo’s lips, silencing the response.
"It’s ok." He replied softly. Yazoo smiled gratefully, and rested his cheek on Rude’s chest as the pair succumbed to exhaustion, falling asleep in the embrace of lovers.


The next day Rude returned home from his night as hostage. Reno had tearfully jumped on him as he had stepped through the door of the president’s office, alternating between relieved curses and incoherent sobbing. One look at the redhead’s tear-streaked face told Rude his lover hadn’t slept at all the previous night, and the way that he had clung to Rude as he spoke with their boss suggested that the flame-haired Turk had feared the worst. He’d lied to Reno about the bruises on his back, telling his lover that the remnants had knocked his chair over to try and get him to talk. Fortunately the harpy’s blow had cracked his sunglasses, making the story easier for Reno to accept, and the bruises from the ropes as he’d strained to get closer to Yazoo had only been a help.
That night, as Reno slept contentedly in their post-sex embrace, Rude lay awake, his thoughts drifting to the previous night, when he and Yazoo had woken from their early evening sleep. He couldn’t remember the number of times that they had made love, or any of the positions that they had would up in. He remembered them making love in the shower that morning, after Yazoo’s innocent attempts to help him soap up had inadvertently provided him with the stimulation and lubrication to take the slender man against the tiled wall of the shower. He remembered the kiss goodbye, and how it had lingered. He remembered the tear that splashed onto his cheek from the siren’s eye as they kissed, and the way they’d held on to one another afterwards, desperate to make their encounter last that little bit longer. He wished that he could forget the way that Yazoo had wept as he’d returned to his bike, only to turn around as his mask of beautiful, terrible indifference tore all emotion from his features once again. He wished…
He wished that he could forget the way that he had cried out those three little words several times as he climaxed that night, and that Yazoo had done the same. It made him gaze down at his red-headed lover and wish that he could see silver instead, and it made him feel guilty. For that one morning when he and the siren had parted, he had found himself wishing that Yazoo would ask Rude to join him. If he had then Rude would have followed him in a heartbeat. If he had asked Yazoo to run away with him, would the beautiful siren have agreed?
But what would that have brought them? A life on the run both from Shinra and Yazoo’s abysmal brothers? A life in permanent hiding, maybe even crime, just to survive together? Would it have been worth it, living with a raging, insatiable nymphomaniac, regardless of how beautiful? When his very touch could trigger the need to make love impossible to resist. Could he give everything up - Reno, his job, his friends - for a life on the run with a clone who had essentially been a failed attempt to re-create Sephiroth?
For one moment, when the siren had clung to him as they parted that morning, his answer would have been yes.


Thanks to everyone for enduring this with me. I hope you liked it, I think this pairing has something to offer for non-renzoo or anti-SHM incest fans. Let me know - but be nice please.