Title: Glass Gem

Rating: M for sexual content, adult language, adult situations.

Warning: . Yaoi. Main pairing will most likely be RufusXYazoo, BUT I haven't decided. Side helping of non con KadajXYazoo for sure and whatever else I decide the throw in there. There will be eventual blood, violence, sex, swearing, and perhaps rape. You have been warned.

Summary: Yazoo works as an exotic dancer in the local bar. Circumstances require him to get a job and who better to work for than the famous Rufus Shinra? When a vixen of the night and a white-collar businessman of the day clash, what fate will await the two?

Disclaimer: Own Final Fantasy? Pfft. I wish.

Note: This idea popped into my head, literally, last night around two in the morning. I decided that it was worthy to share with you all. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. I also apologize for any and all spelling or grammatical errors.

Chapter 1

Vincent frowned. Yazoo was late.

Peaking out form behind the thick curtain, Vincent's eyes took in the restless patrons. Most seemed pleased with the individual dancers that they viewed while others waited impatiently for the main event. The pretty males and females twisted and rolled in an elaborate tease upon the tables and stages, their glowing eyes and painted lips silently promising pleasurable encounters behind closed doors.

He almost winced at the high pitched cat calls and wolf whistles that assaulted his ears over the heavy pulsation of the loud music. The many customers waved various amounts of money in the air, hoping to attract the attention of the seductive performers. Though Vincent wasn't one for their drunken excitement, he held some level of appreciation for his customers, other than the fact that they funded his paycheck. Thankfully, they kept a respectful distance, adhere to the very strict "look, don't touch" policy.

Scanning the expanse of his club for his missing dancer, his eyes rested on his two bar tenders, Cloud Strife and Tifa Lockheart. As if sensing his gaze, Tifa meet his glance from across the floor, returning the meaningful look that Vincent threw them. Nodding in understanding of the silent command, she turned to relay the message to her partner. If his main attraction was extremely late, he would need serious crowd control and that is where they would step in. He hadn't only hired the two for their looks; they had come very qualified.

Not finding his employee, the owner of the club turned around roughly, snapping the curtain closed in the process. An irritated growl tore through his throat. The entire reason for his bars success needed to be on stage in five minute, yet he was no where to be found. He could only imagine the uproar his absence would cause. His frown intensified when he realized that even if he showed up now, he still needed the tedious process of makeup.

Three minutes left now, "Where is he, Kadaj?" Vincent whispered dangerously to the youth that stood with him.

The teen shifted his weight to the other leg as he attempted to flick some of the omnipresent hair out of his face, "Oh, don't worry, he will be here," came the cocky reply, the hair falling back to its original place.

The words had barely left his mouth when one of Vincent's backstage workers ran toward them. Pausing to catch his breath, the employee raked his long fingers through his alarmingly red hair, "Hey boss. Letting' ya know that Yazoo just got here, yo. He is in his dressing room with Loz," he explained.

Vincent nodded, "Thank you, Reno," he said dismissively. Reno mock saluted then promptly ran off, most likely to find his coworker, Rude. Vincent glanced at Kadaj, who was giving him the adolescent 'I told you so' grin, "Join Cloud and Tifa behind the bar…and don't drink anything."

Kadaj rolled his eyes as he sauntered away, "as if Tifa would let me…" he muttered under his breath, disappearing behind the curtain. Resisting the urge to chuckle, Vincent made his way to the noisy dressing room.

The small room held a madhouse of makeup artists, performers, and various other staff members. Vincent stood in the doorway, his usual black attire a drastic contrast to the shades of blue and green that coated the room. Directly in the center of the room stood the tall figures of his top dancers, Yazoo and Loz, though their dancing styles were quite different. Loz's body type was very different from his brothers, making his perfect for the male role in their duet, while the feminine Yazoo proudly held the female role.

Loz was currently helping Yazoo into his outfit, while the annoyed makeup artists attempted to work around him. A few of the others were trying to tie Yazoo's long hair in an intricate twist. All of his staff were tripping over each other and shouting ignored commands. The scene would have amused Vincent had he not have been so pressed for time.

He walked toward the two, "Where have you been?" Vincent asked pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to fend his head against the growing headache.

Yazoo turned away from where the artist were putting the finishing touches on his face, the use of the different tints of green eye shadow, lip stick, and black liner and mascara were a dramatic effect on his already stunning features, creating a masterpiece, "My apologies," he answered in a soft voice, "I was on the phone with a potential employer to schedule an interview tomorrow afternoon and lost track of the time."

Vincent arched a dark eyebrow, "Is that so?"

Loz grinned, deciding to speak up, "Thanks to you and Tseng! We own you huge, man!" he said, almost hugging the pale man. "If it wasn't for you letting us know that the company he works for was hiring, we still be in some deep shit. The judge is pretty relentless…" he trailed off.

The three bothers, Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo, lived in an orphanage until just recently. Only Loz and Yazoo were old enough to legally leave that cramped place, but they refused to leave their little brother there alone. Yazoo had decided that they would adopt Kadaj under both his and Loz's name. Unfortunately, to do so they required a few things, such as a secure financial income and sadly they were pretty sure if they had put their night job as that source, they would have basically screwed themselves over. They had an apartment already set up, courtesy of the bar, but one of them needed a day job to go on record or they couldn't keep Kadaj. Vincent had talked to his lover, Tseng, about their situation and Tseng offered Yazoo and interview with his boss, working for Shinra Co. Naturally, the offer was eagerly accepted.

Vincent sighed, "Get on stage in the next two minutes and consider your debt paid."

Yazoo smiled, "Not a problem."

"Good. I will get Reno to announce the both of you. Two minutes."

Yazoo nodded, rising from his chair. He and Loz grabbed their matching masks from the top of the vanity and followed their boss until they reached their positions in the middle of the concealed stage. As they took their starting pose, Yazoo tilted his head back to gaze toward the taller Loz behind him, "Ready, brother?" he asked, lifting a slim arm to drape around his brothers neck.

"Lets play," came the confident reply, his own more toned arm resting along the shorter one body, a large hands resting on slim hips.

The sound of someone clearing their throat sounded throughout the establishment, signaling the current performers to clear the stage. The intercom buzzed to life, "Thank you for joining us on this marvelous night, but now it's time for our local professionals to show you how it's done! Please welcome the lovely Emerald and his partner, Azurite!" Reno's voice introduced, a loud cheer sounding from the accumulating crowd.

The large curtain parted, reveling the silhouettes of the two entertainers, an anticipating hush claiming every viewer. An audible gasp escaped from the virgin clubbers when a green light suddenly shown, illuminating the silken skin of the dancers in its pale glow. The clubs senior members held a knowing smirk while the others openly gaped at their raw beauty.

The their faces were covered in exotic masks, the pure seductiveness they held was un deniable. Yazoo, known to the patrons as only Emerald, smirked at the looks he and his brother received.

Soft music flowed smoothly from the many speakers surrounding the area, further drawing in their victims with its haunting melody. 'Emerald' slowly ran his spidery fingers down 'Azurite's' neck soon coming in contact with his body in time with the enticing rhythm. He traced his own curves tauntingly while Loz did the same, keeping eye contact with their audience the entire time.

Once their hands could go no further, the two men untwined gracefully, holding on to each other in what they portrayed as longing. They moved along one another in a sensuous foreplay, promising looks shinning in their eyes. Yazoo ran his polished nails over the velvet skin of Loz's face before they parted, intending to give the crowd their full attention.

Twisting their figures invitingly, they each floated to a pole on opposite sides of the stage as the music intensified. The guests looked momentarily distraught when they contemplated on which of the two to give their gawking looks to. In perfect time, Loz and Yazoo followed the increasing speed of the music with their movements, their bodies shifting in seemingly impossible positions.

After an elaborate tease they abandoned their poles for each other, intertwining their individual dances together creating a scene that caused the onlookers to subconsciously lean forward, hoping that they didn't miss a single flutter of lashes.

The thin leathers that incased their legs, leaving little to the imagination, made hardly a sound as they came in frequent contact with each other. Corsets, vests, shirts, and other articles of clothing were quickly being shed throughout the course of their performance, in the most erotic of ways.

Behind the bar in the far corner Kadaj scoffed his arms folded tightly over his chest, "That should be me up their with Yazoo, not that stupid baby…." he pouted.

Cloud rolled his electric blue eyes at the sixteen year old , growing tired of hearing the same thing just about every night. Tifa sighed, "Stop complaining. You're lucky that Vincent even lets you in here. I'm sure all he needs is to get closed down for harboring a minor. And behind the bar, no less…"

Kadaj frowned, "…whatever…"

After another five minutes the music slowed to the original slow pattern that it began with. Loz and Yazoo were loosely wrapped around each other staring deeply in the others eyes, seemingly drinking in every feature, their faces mere inches apart. When the music finally reached its end the green and blue lights faded out, once again leaving only their silhouettes visible.

Silence reigned over the entire club as they attempted to fully absorb what they just witnessed. No one dared to even blink as if even the smallest of movements would defile something sacred.

"Whoa! I don't know about you all, but that left me all hot and bothered!" Reno's boomed over the intercom, not quite intentionally.

As if violently yanked from their trance-like state, an intense cheer erupted from everyone in the building. Cries for encores were barely heard over the massive wall of sound that reverberated off the walls as both Loz and Yazoo emerged from the shadows to give a small bow, the masks still hiding their faces. After taking o few more bows, they winked at the audience before disappearing behind the deep blue curtain, dismissing to the chanting of their stage names.

They each took off their masks once the crowd was not visible. Each dancer was required to cover up their faces somehow, either by use of excessive makeup, masks, or something equally flattering. Most of Vincent's employees held day jobs as well and he did not want their nightlife to hinder any success that they disserve. And as sad as it was, he knew that the small fact that they enjoyed flaunting their assets would be all it took for the corporate world to shun them…

Yazoo and Loz rode gaily on their adrenaline high all the way to the dressing room, being sure to thank everyone for all the praises that they received on the way. Upon entering the room Yazoo went directly to his chair, plopping down almost gracefully, Loz preferring to sprawl out on the ground. The eldest sighed contently as his body relaxed into the thin rug and he tried to return his erratic breathing back to its normal pace. Yazoo smiled down at his brother, ignoring the hairdressers constantly nagging him to keep his hair up, and gently released his silky tresses from their harsh bindings. A look of sheer relief washed over his painted features as his long, moon-kissed strands slid over his shoulders, his head feeling light from the loss of constant tugging. Neither of the two removed their heavy makeup because they still had to perform as regular dancers for their nightly salary.

They snapped their attention to Vincent and Kadaj's sudden entry, "Well done," the darker man said.

"Thank you," Yazoo gave his manager a charming smile while Loz lazily rose his hand in the air to acknowledge the praise.

Kadaj continued into the room, stepping over Loz with an annoyed look marring his smooth face, mumbling something about lazy ass crybabies. He stopped in front of Yazoo's seat, ignoring Loz's whining about the low insults. The middle brother turned his pretty smile on Kadaj, "and did you enjoy tonight's performance, Kadaj?" his head tilted slightly to the side, a habit he had picked up when he was younger.

The teens face went from irritated to please in an instant as he tucked some of his brothers hair behind his ear, "As always, my beautiful brother," he answered quietly. A calm look settled over Yazoo as Kadaj leaned in and placed his soft lips on his own slightly chapped ones. The bold action shocked most of the random passerby's, but Yazoo was used to receiving such odd affections so openly from his younger brother. It had bothered him at first, but he just learned to accept it over time.

The small kiss lingered, but they soon parted with a soft click, "but," Kadaj continued as if everyone wasn't starring, "I don't like it went those other men stare at my pretty brother with such lustful looks," he warned in a quiet voice only meant for Yazoo's ears, a slight possessiveness creeping into his tone. His fingers found Yazoo's check, caressing it lightly before Kadaj pulled back, giving him a meaningful look.

Yazoo followed his brothers retreating figure with blank eyes, a forlorn sigh slipping through parted lips,"…I know, brother…"

Authoress Note: -Dances- Yah! I actually finished a chapter! Though I am not too thrilled with the outcome of this chapter or the length…. So what do you think? Worth continuing? Like I noted before, I am not positive if this will be a purely RufusXYazoo fic…any other ideas? Review! ….please? Trust me, I need encouragement.