Chapter 4: "The first touch"
Hey guys!! I'm back!!!!!!!! Woohoo!!!!!!! Exams are over!!! Now you won't have to wait so long for the next chapter! Well, since it's been so long, you've probably forgotten what has happened up to here…So, here's a small summary: Reno has taken a job as Yazoo's chauffer, he has been scared to death by a black jeep which he saw following them, and he has already hit on a maid (like he's the kind of guy that would wait!). That's pretty much it… And now for the rest of the story…
Reno still felt the quick beating of his heart. He could easily stand up for himself in fights and was used to punching and kicking. But he knew the stories about professional killers who worked for the richest mafia members of the city and specialize in "silent" ways of murder. He had seen people like that back home. They walked in, always dressed in black, and made chills run down his back. He always wondered how they could be so cold and unsentimental. The last thing he wanted was to confront one of them.
He sat on his bed, with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, trying to drown his worries in drink and smoke.
But before he could sink in the trance of his drunken fantasies, a light knock on the door woke him up. He stood up and opened it. The sweet, blonde maid who had come to call him that morning was standing in front of him.
"Just in time…" thought Reno, "something to distract me…"
"Hey hun…" he smiled at her, striking his sexiest pose.
"Mr. Yazoo told me to bring you some coffee and ask you if you wanted anything else…"
"Well come on in dear… leave it on the table…" he led her inside and, after she left the tray on the desk, he made her sit down on the bed.
"Would…would you like something else?" she asked, her cheeks turning red.
"Aww, don't be so shy… we are in the same state here… We're both servants… we should be friends! What's your name?"
"Mary Jane…"
"Oh what a sweet name! My name is Reno, at your service" he said, bowing down in front of her and smiling from ear to ear.
She giggled.
"You are really funny you know…" she said.
"Thank you for your nice compliments my beautiful lady" he said playing it really gentlemanly. "Would you give me the honor of taking you out to dinner?"
"Tonight?"
"Tonight"
"Well… I can't tonight… I have some clothes to fix… but I can ask out for permission to go out tomorrow…"
"Ok tomorrow then…"
"Tomorrow…" she said, and walked out with another giggle.
"Aww, she's starting to fall for me… Good job Reno! The chick magnet is working just fine." Reno thought to himself. Just then there was another knock on the door.
"Did she forget anything?" he thought.
"Coming hun!" he said and opened the door.
There stood Yazoo.
Reno's face gradually turned the same color as his hair. All he wanted was for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
"Sorry… I thought…" he mumbled under his breathe, feeling more and more ashamed.
"Well, at least it's nice you've become friendlier! But when I said don't call me sir I didn't have that on my mind!" laughed Yazoo.
Then his face turned suddenly dead serious again.
"Anyway, I came here to ask you to take me somewhere."
"Where?"
"You'll see… I'll show you the way…"
"God, if he never tells me where the fuck we're going, why did he even bother to hire me? Since he's the only one who knows the way he should drive himself!" thought Reno, while he got dressed and ran, huffing and puffing, to the garage, as Yazoo had yet again set a deadline of 5 minutes.
"Hmm, not bad… you're getting better…" said Yazoo, as he sat comfortably in his seat.
"Who the fuck told him I wanted to be a goddamn sprinter? After a week with him I'll be ready for the Olympics!" swore Reno under his breath. By the time they got to their destination he had put up a picture of Yazoo on a wall in his mind and was throwing darts at it. For almost 3 hours Yazoo had led him through so many roads and alleyways he was almost sure they had not only left the city, but the country as well.
"Stop here."
The wheels screeched as Reno suddenly abandoned his imaginary dart game and hit the breaks hard.
"Shit, that one almost got him in the eye!" he shouted out loud.
"Huh?"
Reno turned and looked at Yazoo's puzzled face. He started turning red again.
"Um… nothing… sorry…" he mumbled.
But Yazoo was already out of the car. Reno looked in the mirror and watched the red color fade from his cheeks.
"God, he made me feel like a girl who was just asked out on her first date!"
He looked out of the window. They were in a slum once again.
"I'm starting to think he just likes to hang out in this kind of places." Thought Reno, remembering his conversation with Yazoo in the kitchen the other night, when Yazoo told him that he preferred the life in the slums. He got out of the car and started walking up and down the street. A dog was running around, barking and pissing in the corners. Two fat, old housewives with rollers in their hair and all the makeup they could find on their face were sitting on a porch, talking and cackling. Some kids had made a ball out of rags and were trying to play soccer. Reno remembered his own childhood, when all they could find to play with was a bottle or a can. Once, a little girl at the orphanage had found a doll out of cloth in the garbage. She didn't have much hair and was missing an arm, but she was good enough to play with. However, the other girls got angry and started pulling at the doll, until they tore her head off. The girl wouldn't stop crying and Reno felt sorry for her. (I guess he always had a soft spot for women.) So, he took an old needle he had found and stitched the head back in its place. The little girl was so happy she kissed him on the cheek. But then the other boys got angry and jealous and charged at him. One of them grabbed the needle out of his hand and drove it into his face. He was aiming for his eye but Reno turned the other way so he only got a nicely-shaped scar right on his temple. Furious, the boy tried to thrust the needle into Reno's other eye, but he was too swift and avoided the sharp tip again. In the end, Reno got out of the fight with minor scratches and two deep, half-moon-shaped scars next to his eyes.
Instinctively, he brought his hand to his face. The scars were still there. The needle almost scratched the bone, the doctor had said. He had also said that Reno would die in the next 48 hours, but what did a 60-year old, always drunk and stinking doctor, who had a small office next to a bar and over a whore-house, know? Reno knew he could make it through much more serious injuries.
Just then, a loud bang and a voice calling his name brought him back to the present. He quickly turned around and saw someone running towards him. It was Yazoo.
"Get in the car!" he screamed, as he ran, shooting occasionally at someone behind him. As Reno ran to his safety, he saw Yazoo stumble and fall. In an instant he was next to him. Yazoo was trying to get up.
"You goddamn fool…" he growled, "You'll get killed!"
Reno just swept him up in his arms and ran to the car.
"What the hell are you doing? I can run for myself you know!"
Just then Reno heard another bang and felt his left arm go numb. He quickly opened the back door and hurled Yazoo and himself inside. He grabbed his arm, which was starting to bleed. Yazoo mumbled something like "I told you…" placed himself behind the wheel and took off, leaving the shooting far behind them.
The pain shot up Reno's arm. He clenched his teeth.
"It's probably just a scratch." He said, as he saw Yazoo's worried face looking at him through the front mirror. Yazoo let out a grunt and turned to look at the road ahead of them. He pulled up under an apartment building.
"What…?"
"This is where I escape when I can't stand my life anymore…" Yazoo's voice seemed sad.
"Well, let's take you inside and take care of you… I couldn't take you all the way home, it's too far and your injury could be too serious to let us waste so much time." His tone was almost apologetic.
He stepped out of the car, helped Reno out and led him inside. They entered the first floor apartment. The place was simple. No marble floors and stairways, no fancy, expensive paintings on the walls. It was just a small apartment and it wasn't much clean either. It reminded Reno somewhat of his old apartment, with stuff like clothes and old food lying around. Yazoo led him to the bedroom and made him lay down.
"Come on, it's probably nothing" said Reno, trying to get up. Yazoo pushed him back down. His firm grip made Reno shudder. He felt weak and vulnerable under his touch.
"At least let's make sure…" Yazoo said. He took Reno's arm in his hand. Reno took his hand away from the wound. Blood had soaked his shirt.
"Take off your shirt."
"What?"
"I said, take off your shirt." Yazoo's eyes pierced through Reno's, emitting a strong light that touched his soul. Almost like he was hypnotized, Reno took off his shirt. Blood started pouring on the sheets. Yazoo took a towel from the bathroom, soaked it with vodka (the only thing with alcohol he could find) and tried to clean the wound. The minute he touched it, Reno pulled it away, letting out a small scream.
"That hurts! A LOT!"
"I know… But we have to get it cleaned alright?" Yazoo's voice was soft, like a mother's voice, while trying to persuade her child to trust her.
Reno hesitantly let Yazoo take his arm. He winced as the towel touched him, and gritted his teeth to withstand the pain.
"At least it's only an external wound, it will heal…"
After cleaning the wound, Yazoo had to find something to tie it with. After looking around the house and not finding a bandage, he took off his shirt and ripped a piece.
"What did you do that for? You could have ripped my shirt!" said Reno.
"Well, then my wife would blame you for ripping the clothes we gave you and she would fire you. Would you prefer that to happen?"
Reno looked at his feet as Yazoo tied the piece of cloth around his arm. He couldn't look at Yazoo's naked body. It made something stir inside him.
Just then he felt something warm and wet on his hand. He turned and saw Yazoo licking his arm.
"What the fuck are you doing??" he said, pulling away.
"Blood was dripping and that was the best way to stop it… Don't you know saliva is the best at killing germs? Haven't you wondered why cats lick themselves clean?"
Reno looked puzzled. Yazoo went closer to him. His face was right in front of Reno's. The redhead could feel the other man's breath on him.
"Besides… I wanted to do that…"
Yazoo's voice was full of lust and promise. Reno's heart was beating fast. A voice inside his head was screaming at him to stop. He was afraid and at the same time he wanted to feel Yazoo's body on his.
Yazoo grabbed him fiercely from the shoulders and made him lay down. He caught his lips in a fiery kiss. Everything happened quickly, Reno's mind stopped working, and the screaming voice was silenced; only his senses were still working. He sensed Yazoo turning him around and penetrating him… He sensed his arms, like snakes, running up and down his body… the heat and pressure raising… his breath hardening…
His head got lighter and lighter, he felt dizzy, he heard Yazoo whisper something like "I'm sorry…" in his ear, he smiled as he turned him around and rapped his arms around his waist and then… Darkness…
Well?? What do you think?? I hope I didn't take you by surprise… with the sex coming up so quickly in the story! But I wanted to somehow show Yazoo's way of thinking: I want Reno and I want him now! Ha ha! Hope you enjoyed it! And please please PLEASE review!!!!!!!!!!
