A/N: Hello Final Fantasy fans! I've missed you guys so much. I know it's been ages since I posted in this fandom but here's a fun little something I've been working on. Hope you enjoy it! :)

Title: Resurrection

Author: Rina

Rating: Adult +, swearing, sexual situations.

Pairings: Kadaj/Reno, Yazoo/Rude. Loz is also there.

Warnings: Slash, hints of incest.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Advent Children and am making no money from the posting of this story.

Chapter 1.

It's Friday night and the three resurrected Remnants are at a club, looking for a good time.

Yazoo finds it when he sees Reno lounging against a wall, a drink in one hand and a smoke in the other. The slim Sephiroth replica gazes at Reno's profile: the straight pointed nose, the long lashes, the high cheekbones complete with matching crimson tattoos. Yazoo's eyes linger on the trash-talking yet pretty mouth, the sharp jaw line he wants to nibble along, the ringed earlobe that begs to be sucked and the gathered red hair at the nape of Reno's neck that Yazoo's fingers itch to run through. Reno may work for the Turks and is a pain in everyone's ass but Yazoo freely admits that the redhead is particularly stunning in appearance.

Silently gliding up beside the ponytailed man, Yazoo chimes, "Having fun, are we?"

Momentarily startled, the Turk whirls around and sloshes his drink over the edge of the glass, glaring at the tall silver-haired man once he recognises who it is.

"Having fun?" Reno repeats in annoyance, brushing spilled droplets off the lapels of his jacket. "Well, I WAS until you showed up. What the hell do you want, Yazoo?"

"I want you to apologise."

"Me?" Reno's blue eyes narrow. "What for?"

"For the way you and your bald buddy tried to blow us up in the tunnel." Yazoo's normally expressionless face shows a hint of displeasure. "That wasn't very nice of you, Reno. We could have been killed."

"I ain't apologising for that - you freaks deserved it." Reno sneers. "Bunch of psychotic Remnants."

At the insult, Yazoo sends a gloved fist barrelling into Reno's chest, knocking him backward, the Turk going flying along with his drink and cigarette. Reno skids along the floor until he smacks into a wall, gasping for air after the unexpected blow. Coming up to the winded redhead, Yazoo coldly wraps his hand around the other man's neck, lifting Reno up so his back is against a marble column. When Yazoo speaks, his voice is sharp with irritation.

"You WILL show respect when you talk about my brothers."

"Fuck you," Reno swears, struggling against Yazoo's grip. "Let me go!"

"As you wish." Yazoo releases Reno's throat, adding, "That was your first warning. If I were you, I'd watch your tongue from now on or next time, I WON'T let you go."

Panting, Reno rubs his neck, scowling at Yazoo for ruining what was promising to be a good night out. At that moment Kadaj materialises beside them, his green eyes flicking up and down Reno's unkempt figure.

"Don't you ever iron your shirts, you lazy bum?"

Reno groans. "Aw, shit. Not you too."

At the less-than-happy response, Kadaj smirks. "I missed you too, Reno. So, what's happening here, hmm? Are you harassing my brother?"

"No way, dude," Reno exclaims at Kadaj's subtly threatening tone, holding up both hands. "He's harassing ME!"

At that information, Kadaj smiles. "Good. Let me know when you're done, Yazoo, and I'll take over for you."

Yazoo looks to his sibling, smiling as well, as if this is all just a game for their own amusement.

"How'd you return from the dead, anyways?" Reno asks Kadaj in clear confusion. "I couldn't believe it when Cloud said you were back. He killed you."

"Not permanently. You can't kill a Remnant." Kadaj shrugs. "Besides, big brother and I are friends now. We could be too, Turk. We could put all this hostility aside and form a truce."

"You brutally tortured my chief and one of my co-workers. Tseng and Elena. Remember?" The redhead scowls. "You think I'm just gonna let that slide?"

"We sincerely regret what we did that day," Kadaj says soothingly. "We thought your organisation was hiding something we were looking for."

"Well, we weren't," Reno snaps, glowering resentfully at the two green-eyed males in front of him. "We never had your friggin' mother!"

"We know that now," Kadaj acknowledges. "President Shinra had her all along. Our actions were partly his fault. Since he knowingly withheld information from you and directly caused your Turk friends to be interrogated by us, perhaps you should seek an apology from him too."

Reno blinks in incredulity. "You're actually apologising?"

"Yes. We're sorry for what happened in the Northern Crater." The youngest Remnant truly seems repentant for the violence inflicted in the past. "We would come along to your office and express our regret to Tseng and Elena in person if you could guarantee that we wouldn't be attacked."

"What, you're all good now?" Reno comments sardonically, finding this behaviour change too hard to believe. "Feel bad for being so…bad?"

"We do, actually." Kadaj tilts his silver head inquisitively. "Does that shock you?"

Dryly, Reno replies, "Shock is not a strong enough word."

"Well, as hard as it is to fathom, we have changed, Reno. All of us," the young leader insists. "Since Sephiroth's defeat, we are no longer interested in Jenova's head and we are no longer interested in fighting you."

Reno snorts. "Yeah. Right. Like I'm gonna trust anything YOU say."

"I know I was not very nice to you in the past," Kadaj admits, "but you'll find that I can be quite… friendly… when I want to be."

Hearing the seductive change in Kadaj's voice, Reno gulps. Leaning in close, Kadaj smells Reno's hair. When the redhead tries to turn and escape, Yazoo shoves him back against that column, one gloved hand on Reno's chest.

"Hold him still, Yazoo," Kadaj orders. The middle Remnant nods obediently.

Though Reno is a capable fighter, he knows he can't take on two genetically-enhanced Sephiroth clones and win so the Turk just stands there, but he lets his sky-blue eyes blaze with infuriation.

"What do you two want from me? Huh?"

"We want to be your friends." In a purring tone that sends unwanted thrills down Reno's spine, Kadaj entices softly, "Would you like to be my friend, Reno?"

Trying to sound angrier than he really is, Reno replies, "Why would I want to be buddies with a vicious little psycho like you?"

Still holding the Turk immobile, Yazoo's other hand drops to Reno's crotch. In a cold, threatening tone, the gun-slinging Remnant states, "I SAID, you will show respect. Or do I have to convince you further?"

With his gloved hand, Yazoo lightly squeezes Reno's male bulge but not enough to hurt.

Realising his balls are at stake, Reno swallows fearfully. "Yo, be careful with those! I'd like to have kids one day."

"Little smart-mouthed hyperactive redheads," Kadaj drawls. "Just what the planet needs more of."

Stupidly, Reno retaliates, "Well, it's better than more fucked-up Jenova clones."

Icily, Yazoo asks, "Can we hurt him now, brother? He's already gotten two warnings."

Slitting his eyes, Kadaj appears to think it over. "I must admit it would be fun to watch you crying out in pain, Turk. But since I'm not evil anymore, I won't let any harm come to you."

Once again Kadaj leans in, his lips grazing Reno's earlobe as he murmurs. "Besides, Reno, I'd much rather watch you crying out in pleasure."

"And my little brother is very skilled at pleasure," Yazoo promises, smiling in anticipation.

Reno's eyes dart between Yazoo and Kadaj. "What, you've…you and him have…?"

"All of us have," the long-haired middle sibling confirms Reno's suspicions. "With three of us in one bed, you'd be amazed at how many combinations there are."

"You're all twisted fucks," Reno remarks, but there's a note of arousal in his voice.

"Don't judge something you haven't tried," Kadaj advises, playing with Reno's bright red spikes. "And don't act like you haven't thought about it, either, Turk. Admit that we're attractive to you. Admit that you desire us."

Trying to remain insolent even as Kadaj's tongue toys with his earring and makes him tremble, Reno states bravely, if a little breathlessly, "I ain't admitting anything, yo."

"You don't have to," Yazoo says smugly. "Your body is already giving you away."

With his palm, Yazoo presses Reno's groin, finding him hard just as expected. Reno whimpers. With both Kadaj and Yazoo using Allure on him at once, the poor Turk doesn't stand a chance. Yazoo takes Kadaj's wrist, drawing the younger clone's caressing fingers away from Reno's red crescent cheek-tattoo.

"Feel him, brother," Yazoo coaches. "Feel how much he wants us."

Kadaj puts his hand where Yazoo's was, feeling for himself. The resurrected leader gives a satisfied humph.

Knowing he's been caught out with a raging hard-on, Reno mumbles, "Aw, shit. You know what the director would say if he saw me like this? You're the damn enemy. I'm supposed to kill you on sight. Not let you grope me."

"It's okay, Reno. I won't tell Tseng," Kadaj assures him. "Neither will Yazoo. He's good at keeping secrets."

"It's not all I'm good at," the tall gunman alludes, smirking at Reno. Peeling his glove off, Yazoo sticks his bare hand under Reno's shirt and lets his slender fingers glide along the redhead's belly, making his pale skin tingle and all his nerves spring to life. At the electrifying sensation of skin-on-skin, Reno shivers and utters a swear word while Yazoo giggles softly, and a little evilly. The long-haired Remnant moves his hand upward and discovers Reno's tiny flat nipples, feeling them tighten beneath his touch.

Kadaj unfastens Reno's pants and reaches inside, adding to the Turk's helpless torment. With a small smile on his sensual mouth, Kadaj looks down to see fire-red fur and a length of solid male flesh in his fingers.

"Mmm, yummy," the sword-wielding leader murmurs at the appetizing sight.

Both ashamed and aroused, Reno bites his lip, trying not to react.

"You and I are going to become very good friends tonight, pretty Turk," Kadaj tells him, stroking Reno's cock. "And you're not going to fight it."

Knowing what that means, Reno vehemently shakes his head. "No!"

"Yes," the younger clone hisses, giving the Turk's shaft a hard squeeze.

Reno gasps, his whole body jerking with an erotic shock.

"Kadaj is choosing you tonight, Reno, over everyone else in the club he could have," Yazoo murmurs to the captive helicopter pilot. "Aren't you lucky?"

Trapped between the pair of Remnants, the blue-eyed male moans, half in protest and half in submission.

Rolling Reno's left nipple with expert fingertips, Yazoo shifts in closer and nuzzles the side of the other man's pale neck. Yazoo thinks that Reno has got a most lickable throat and the way the Turk leaves the top couple of shirt-buttons undone seems to indicate that he knows this as well. Or else he's just too lazy to do his buttons up properly. Either way, his sloppiness means easy access for Yazoo and so the silver-haired seducer slides his tongue up Reno's neck while Kadaj sticks his into Reno's pierced ear, Kadaj's hand slowly jacking the third male's stiff length.

"Stop! Please," Reno finally begs, shuddering as the two alluring clones continue to lick him like a piece of crimson-headed candy, fondling him at the same time. "If you guys keep doin' that, you're gonna make me jizz in my pants. Don't humiliate me like that, yo."

"But you want this, don't you?" Kadaj states silkily, gliding his fingers along Reno's hardened masculine flesh. "You want me."

"I shouldn't," the redhead grumbles.

"But you do."

Reno sighs, pushing his hips towards Kadaj's hand, a sure sign that he's answering affirmatively. Yazoo steps back, pleased that they've gotten Reno to cave so easily.

"I know some place we can be alone in," Kadaj volunteers, removing his fingers from Reno's trousers. "Would your partner get jealous if I took you there with me? Is he a possessive lover or will he share?"

"Rude's not my…we're not like that," Reno hastily replies, fixing his pants and arranging his loose shirt to hide the erection he's still got. "What place are you talking about?"

"You'll see," Kadaj promises, tugging on Reno's arm with a wicked sparkle in his eye. "Come on."

Reno considers valiantly protesting one more time but Kadaj licks his upper lip enticingly and eagerly, looking like he can't wait to put his mouth where his hand just was. And Reno can't deny it – even if Kadaj has a few screws loose in his brain, Reno HAS thought about getting a blow job from the gorgeous teenage Remnant before.

"Go on, Turk," Yazoo encourages with a sinful smile. "How often do you get to sleep with the enemy and get away with it?"

The idea of disobeying the strict organisation he works for is too tempting to a rebel like Reno.

"Ah, what the hell? Let's go." The redhead shrugs and grins, already knowing he's in for one supremely hot sexual encounter.

As he and Kadaj turn around, Rude is there to block their way, the big man sporting a frown beneath his shades. Eyes darting back and forth between Yazoo, Kadaj and Reno (and his partner's intimately close proximity to the enemy), Rude is clearly wondering what in Gaia's name is happening here.

"The hell's going on?" Rude booms, his voice deep and threatening.

"Nothin', man," Reno dismisses, his arm still in Kadaj's grasp. "It's cool. Me and the kid…we're just gonna go hang out for a bit."

At this information, Rude gives his partner a taxing look over the top of his sunglasses. "You realise that's Kadaj, don't you? The sword-wielding spawn of Sephiroth?"

"Course I fuckin' know who he is. I might be drunk, but I'm not THAT drunk," the redhead scoffs.

Seeing Rude's confusion, Kadaj allows a smirk to tug at his lips. "We're going to play together, Reno and I. It's always hotter when you're enemies, don't you think?"

Now that he fully understands what's happening, Rude's demeanour changes into one of uncertainty. "Uh…Reno? Tseng is not gonna like this."

"I said, it's cool, man, okay? 'Sides, how's Tseng gonna find out unless YOU tell him?" Reno arches a playfully challenging brow. "You're not a snitch, are you, partner?"

Rude just stares at Reno like he's gone mental.

"Hi there, big boy," Yazoo says with a smile, touching Rude's arm to distract him. "We haven't had the pleasure of getting to know each other properly yet. About time we did, hmm?"

Jerking his arm back, Rude blinks at the pretty male. Kadaj and Reno use this moment of distraction to make their escape.

"Back later, Rude. Cover me!" Reno calls out, grinning excitedly and giving a thumbs-up as Kadaj drags him away towards the rear stairs, where the bathrooms are.

The heavily-built black man and Yazoo are left standing there, Rude eyeing the Remnant mistrustfully and silently.

"Is Rude your real name," Yazoo lightly comments, "or do they just call you that because you don't have any social skills?"

Proving that it could well be the latter, Rude doesn't answer.

Yazoo can't see the other man's eyes under the sunglasses but he knows that Rude's staring at him. Yazoo can feel it - can sense the ingrained suspicion along with a reluctant appreciation of Yazoo's fit form and the leather outfit that hugs his lean muscles so well. As Rude's checking him out, Yazoo checks out the well-built Turk.

With his massive, powerful-looking frame, neatly-trimmed goatee and smooth bronzed skin, Rude's a fine-looking man, especially in the suit, tie and shades. In spite of his blankly inexpressive face, there's a cautious, wary air about him, as if he's alert to what's going on around him and is ready to react when needed. He looks official and on-duty, like a bodyguard.

"So, Rude," Yazoo tries again to engage the stoic man in conversation. "Are you and Reno involved?"

There's a long pause. Eventually, Rude asks in guarded manner, "I beg your pardon?"

Knowing that he understands perfectly well, Yazoo repeats purposefully, "I said; are you and Reno involved? Like a couple? Do you sleep together? Is that why you have an issue with Reno going into the bathroom with Kadaj?"

"No!" Rude objects. "We're not…we don't do that. I don't have a problem with Reno messin' around with dudes. It's his life."

The man's casual shrug seems somehow false.

"Hm," Yazoo utters, thoughtfully tilting his head. "If you're not lovers, what IS your problem, then?"

"My problem is that it's KADAJ he's going in there with," Rude growls back. "How do I know he won't try to kill Reno?"

"If my little brother wanted to hurt him, Reno would be twitching on the floor already," Yazoo assures the other man. "You know how easily Kadaj can take you. He took you AND Reno down once by himself, remember? Or is it twice now?"

At the reminder, Rude shifts uncomfortably, still embarrassed about the way he and his Turk partner got their asses thoroughly and totally kicked by one lone kid.

"Don't worry - your partner is safe with Kadaj," Yazoo maintains again. "He'll come out alive with a big old grin on his face. Meanwhile, I'm gonna put one on yours."

…

A/N: To be continued…