A Renzoo story - although Yazoo/Loz at the start.

Rated M. Yaoi.

Don't own, etc.

Please R&R.


Play With Me

Not Sharing

"But we always share everything!" protested Loz, his bottom lip thrust forward like a sulky toddler. The petulant expression looked absurd on the handsome, strongly built man, and Yazoo had to suppress a giggle. Instead he tossed back his long silver hair and shot Loz a withering look.

"Not anymore. You break your toys. I've decided I want to keep this one. This one's mine, and I like it, and I don't want you spoiling it."

"Oh come on Yazoo! Just one go! I'll be careful."

"No."

"But it's not fair!"

Yazoo sighed. "Go and get your own. What about the big one, where I got mine? More your size, after all. You might not break that, for a while at least."

"But I like yours. It looks so…soft. So pretty. Can't I just…"

"No." Yazoo smiled. "Anyway, it's run out of energy now. They can't keep going long. I think I played with it a little too much. Leave it, for now."

"Then you play with me, Yazoo. I'm bored."

Yazoo sighed, but he looked at his brother with some pity in his wide green eyes. It was boring, waiting in this dank cave while they waited for Kadaj to come back to them. "All right, Loz. If you like." Yazoo's slow smile made Loz's eyes glitter. "What do you want to play?"

"You wanna fight?" Loz loved fighting, almost as much as…

"Oh Loz – I'm tired."

"Yeah – because you wore yourself out playing with that!" Loz couldn't resist a quick glance into the corner where Yazoo's toy lay discarded. "If you won't share the least you can do is play what I want now!" Loz all but stamped his foot. Yazoo gave Loz a resigned smile because he knew his older brother well and understood the frustration he must be feeling. "All right Loz. We'll play your game. Shall I get Velvet?"

"No, just us. Hand to hand."

"All right. If you think you can…"

"Easily, little brother!"

Yazoo beckoned Loz to him. As soon as the bigger brother lunged forward Yazoo back-flipped out of range, catching Loz's jaw with the toe of his boot as he did so. Loz snarled as his head snapped back, but he recovered and kept coming. Yazoo was ready for him now, blocking Loz's vicious jab with his left arm, then ducking and jumping forward to grab Loz behind the knee and pull. Losing balance, Loz fell heavily, landing on his back. Before he could flip upright Yazoo was on him, laughing, lying full length on his brother's firm body, long hair falling around Loz's face. "Is this how you want to play?" murmured Yazoo, his mouth almost on Loz's.

Loz froze for an instant, then gave a violent twist, seizing Yazoo's unresisting hands and rolling him over so that he lay on his back on the hard ground, pinned by the bigger man's weight. Yazoo gave a breathless laugh and wriggled provocatively, thrusting his pelvis upwards so that Loz could be in no doubt about his arousal. That was all it ever took: Yazoo could always win any fight with Loz like this. Yazoo watched Loz's bright eyes darken with lust. "I seem to be between a rock and a hard place," he laughed. "You get so hard, so fast, Loz… I like that."

Loz groaned and pressed his mouth against Yazoo's, fierce and bruising. Yazoo kissed him deeply, slowly – and then bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Loz yelped and Yazoo took advantage of his distraction, throwing him sideways, jumping to his feet and launching himself through the air. He landed gracefully beside his sprawled brother. Before Loz could struggle upright, Yazoo was on him again, straddling him, pushing down hard. Loz half sat up, taking Yazoo with him, and held his brother, one hand on Yazoo's back, the other caressing his throat.

Yazoo put his gloved hand against Loz's cheek and drew him into another long kiss, gentle this time and designed to seduce. He ran the other hand through Loz's short silver hair and murmured soft words against his mouth. "Oh Loz, my strong, handsome brother, how you make me want you!"

"Do you love me, Yazoo?" Loz asked, between kisses.

"Of course. Always."

"I thought – now you've got your new toy, your might not want to play with me any more."

"Loz! I will always want you. It's a different kind of game, that's all."

"Will you - like the other day? It felt so good…"

"Yes. Lie down," Yazoo whispered, stroking his fingers along Loz's strong jaw line, down his throat, along his chest and lower…lower. With his tongue he followed the electric trail left by the pressure of his fingers, making Loz moan with desire. Yazoo pressed his cheek against the soft leather of Loz's pants feeling the heat of his brother's hard cock against his skin. With skilful fingers he unzipped the supple material and licked the impressive length of Loz's shaft before taking the head into his mouth. Loz closed his eyes and groaned with the pleasure of feeling Yazoo's warm, wet mouth enveloping him. He reached down to tangle his fingers in Yazoo's long, soft hair, trying to control the urge to thrust too hard.

"Ah, Yazoo, damn that's good!" Loz exclaimed breathlessly. Yazoo sucked harder, his tongue teasing Loz's most sensitive places. He knew exactly what to do to make Loz lose control: in his experience Loz never took very long. Yazoo felt Loz's fingers tighten in his hair, and knew the end was close. Loz shuddered, cried out, "Oh fuck, Yaz!" and came hard into Yazoo's mouth. Yazoo swallowed and looked up at Loz, smiling. "Better now?

"Oh yeah, yeah," panted Loz, still gasping with the force of his climax. Yazoo watched him, loving the scale of his glorious body and the abandoned way he lost himself so totally when he came.

Gathering Yazoo into his arms, Loz kissed him tenderly. "Shall I...?"

"No, I'm all right, Loz. I like doing that for you. Sleep now."

"Sure?" But Loz's eyes were already heavy. Yazoo went with him to the corner of the cave where they had piled blankets and pillows together to form a makeshift bed. Lying beside his brother, Yazoo held Loz for a while, and stroked his hair. Only when he was sure that his big brother was sleeping soundly did he slip out of the bed and move quietly to the far corner where his toy still lay.

Taking off his gloves, Yazoo smiled as he considered the pale, fragile creature. Reaching down he grabbed a handful of soft, red hair and pulled – not too hard, but hard enough.

"Wake up, my little Turk," he murmured. "I want to play my games, now."

Reno lay still, hoping that the long-haired remnant would assume he was still under. He had come round some time ago – in time to watch through half-closed eyes as Yazoo did things to Loz that no brothers should do – and even through the haze of pain inflicted by Yazoo's earlier 'games', Reno had felt turned on by the sight. He didn't know why – intellectually he hated Yazoo with a passion. It was just that his body didn't seem to understand that.

Ever since the two brothers had caught him – about three days ago he thought, although the constant beatings by Yazoo meant that he'd spent quite a lot of that time unconscious – Reno had been made to fight the younger brother. He always lost, of course, but he always tried, because Yazoo was a master of provocation and knew how to get him so damn mad that he couldn't do the sensible thing and just play dead. When Yazoo had beaten him into a stupor – again – the bothers would leave him where he'd fallen for a while, then Yazoo would haul him to his feet and force a potion into his mouth, or apply the cure materia until he seemed recovered and most of the bruises had faded.

Sometimes Yazoo would leave him alone then, and he would crawl into a corner and try to sleep. He had learned that escape was impossible: only one of the brothers ever slept at a time, and he was no match for either of them in strength or speed. Reno knew that whenever Yazoo fought him he was always holding back. If Yazoo had wanted him dead, he would have been dead three days ago. Yes, Reno hated Yazoo. And yet, watching the beautiful remnant's skilful seduction of his brother, Reno had felt disturbingly, painfully aroused.

Yazoo ran his fingers through Reno's soft hair, then pulled hard. Reno couldn't stifle a gasp, and Yazoo laughed softly.

"Oh good! I thought you were awake. Did you enjoy the show?"

"You're disgusting!" Reno spat.

Yazoo leaned down, his breath warm against Reno's ear. "Well, probably," he murmured. "But did you enjoy it?"

"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?" Reno knew that was a question you never asked. They taught you that in interrogation training, because in the case of a frustrated kidnapper or a psychotic personality, you might just be taken at your word. Yazoo only laughed, however, and said, "But really, beautiful, where would be the fun in that?"

"Yeah, 'cause this has been fun all the way so far," snapped Reno.

"Oh, you don't think so?" Yazoo sounded disappointed and amused at the same time. "But you did so well! That's why I chose you. When we were here last time, you were the only one who got some good punches in." He smiled, remembering. "You even kicked me in the head. Wasn't that even a little bit…satisfying?"

Reno had never heard a word pronounced with so much pure lasciviousness. He hated Yazoo, and yet the creature seemed to have some strange seductive power over him. Why else would Reno find his eyes drawn to that suggestively smiling mouth? Why else did he feel so short of oxygen when Yazoo was near to him?

I can't remember," he snarled with as much venom in his voice as he could muster given the proximity of the remnant's beautiful face to his own. "Why don't I kick you a few more times, and I'll let you know just how satisfying it is!"

Yazoo laid a slender finger against Reno's lips. "Shh. I think we've fought enough, don't you? His finger traced a path up Reno's cheek, following the curving line of the red tattoo that emphasised the Turk's high cheekbone.

"Oh - so pretty," whispered Yazoo. He smiled, gazing into Reno's blue-green eyes. "Kiss me?"

Reno shivered at the softly murmured question, shocked to find himself growing hard. He narrowed his eyes and said, "What the fuck?" as much in response to his own arousal as to Yazoo's words. Yazoo seemed completely unfazed by Reno's hostile tone. "Don't worry," the remnant said, smiling, "We can get on to the fucking later…" He leaned forward and kissed Reno who started to pull back automatically – then found that he didn't want to because Yazoo's kisses were the most erotic he had ever known. Instead, Reno found himself reaching up to pull Yazoo closer to him, knowing he should be pushing him away, but just…unable to. Yazoo drew back, smiling. Reno gasped, moved forward, not wanting the contact broken. Yazoo's expression was all provocation – cool teasing. "More?" he purred.

"Mmmm." Reno's mouth found Yazoo's again, eager and shameless. Somewhere at the back of his mind he knew he should be feeling anger or disgust, but all he actually felt was burning lust. Yazoo's mouth was cool against his own; his lips were soft, and he tasted so damned good…How was that possible, given what he'd just been doing with Loz? Even that idea, which would have appalled Reno a few minutes ago, only fuelled the feverish desire he felt with Yazoo's mouth on his own. Reno experienced a flash of jealousy at the memory of Yazoo sucking off his brother so tenderly. He pulled back just a fraction and whispered, "What about Loz? Aren't you worried he'll mind?"

"Loz," murmured Yazoo, flicking his tongue over Reno's lower lip, "is asleep." Reno opened his mouth to let Yazoo inside, and the remnant's tongue slid against his own, kissing him so deeply that he felt dizzy with need. Yazoo's right hand was still tangled in Reno's hair, and now he trailed his left slowly down the Turk's torso, brushing a nipple with long, cool fingers, then moving down until he grasped Reno's hard cock through his lose suit pants.

Yazoo began to rub lazily, and Reno moaned into his mouth. Yazoo smiled, broke the kiss, and said softly, "Are you jealous of Loz? I only did that to send him to sleep you know. I've been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you."

Reno pressed his body against Yazoo's, hot and longing, and reached for Yazoo's cock – a hard, tight bulge beneath the close-fitting leathers. Yazoo hissed as Reno's fingers unzipped him deftly and found hard flesh. Reno felt the button of his fly slip open and heard the zip. Then Yazoo's cool hand was on his skin, slender fingers teasing his balls for a moment, then touching firmly, squeezing his cock in ways that felt so good Reno could only groan with pleasure. Reno buried his face against Yazoo's throat, licking and kissing his smooth skin as they stroked and rubbed each other, finding a rhythm that brought them both to the brink and held them there, trembling for a release they both desired and yet wanted to delay. The still, close air of the cave muffled the little gasps and moans that escaped them both. At last Yazoo pulled Reno's hair again, gently this time, bringing his head up for a long, deep kiss. Then Reno felt Yazoo's lips against his ear as he whispered, "Come for me, Turk," and squeezed just hard enough. Reno came, moaning, the intensity of his orgasm magnified when Yazoo shuddered against him a moment later, and he felt the hot, wet pulse of the remnant's release against his hand.

Then Yazoo was gone from him, walking nonchalantly back towards the corner where Loz lay sleeping. As soon as the beautiful remnant was a few paces away from him, Reno's mind became his own again, and he stared down at his sticky hand aghast. Wiping his hand clean on his shirt – because there really wasn't anything else to use – the Turk shuddered at the thought of what he'd just done.

Yazoo smiled at him as he sat gracefully beside his brother where he would keep watch until Loz woke. "That was fun, Turk," he said softly. "I suggest you get some sleep – while you can. I like playing with you."

Reno made no reply – only turned away and curled up in the corner feeling sick. How was he ever going to get out of this? Yazoo only had to approach him and his will was no longer his own.

Eventually exhaustion overcame Reno, despite the hard, rock-strewn floor of the cave and the cold, damp air. He slept fitfully, waking after a scant couple of hours to the sound of low voices. Keeping very still, Reno listened, the Turk in him knowing that intelligence was power, no matter how desperate the situation seemed.

Loz was sobbing quietly, and Yazoo's low voice was murmuring words of comfort.

"But what if he doesn't?" wailed Loz. "What are we going to do?"

"Hush," said Yazoo firmly. "He'll come back. We came back, didn't we? The lifestream sent us all back – you, me and big brother - so why not Kadaj? We died – but we're here now, aren't we?"

"Then why hasn't he found us? We need him. He knows what to do!"

"I know!" For the first time Yazoo's voice sounded a little unsteady too. "But say he doesn't come back…" Loz gave a whimper at the thought, and through half-closed eyes Reno saw Yazoo put his arms around his brother in an entirely non-sexual way. "Loz – listen. I think he will come back – I'm sure he will – but if he doesn't we'll be all right. We can find somewhere to live. We can decide what to do. I'll look after you Loz, I promise." Loz clung to his smaller brother. Yazoo glanced towards Reno. "The Turk knows things about how to live in the city. We can make him help us."

"Yes, Yaz, we'll be all right, won't we? You're nearly as clever as Kadaj – and I'm strong. You will look after me, won't you? And I'll look after you, because I love you."

"I love you too!"

Loz buried his face against Yazoo's shoulder, and in the dim light Reno saw Yazoo stroke his brother's hair. The younger remnant's angelic face wore an expression Reno had never seen on any of the Sephiroth remnants before – a look of barely controlled panic. For the briefest instant Reno found himself feeling sorry for his demonic captor.