Yazoo met up with Loz outside the Honeybee in, and the guards let them in. Yazoo's room was his own, after all, and he'd bought some of the things himself; he was entitled to collect his things if he did it quickly.

"Hey, Yazoo." One of the guards greeted him; Yazoo knew him as someone he'd done a few 'favours' once in a while – it was sort of expected by the whores and one of the pro's of working as a guard there. This guy was decent enough and had never tried to push him into anything. "Are you in trouble, or something?"

"Not that I know. Why?" He tilted his head.

"Some guys found a dead body outside the Honeybee in just a few hours ago. And we heard you quit here without any prior warning."

"This is the slums. What's another dead body?"

"It's a lot when it's one of the don's men. But don't worry, no one here thinks you've done it." The guard leaned forward in a conspiratory whisper. "Not when there's *Turks* here!"

"I…see. Thank you." It always surprised Yazoo how some men became so attached to the source of their occasional orgasm that they'd rattle about any kind of sensitive information, but he wasn't complaining about this human weakness. "I will hurry up and get my things then."

His head was buzzing with thoughts as he hurried to his room, Loz trailing behind, but he pushed them back as he stepped inside. He'd give the information to Kadaj; he'd know what to do with it.

There wasn't much they could bring, but there wasn't much Yazoo wanted anyway. He felt no attachment to objects as such, but there were a few things that could make their life easier. Ordering Loz around, he had some clean sheets and bedding put in the box, some soap and a few toiletry items, basic things. And then a few he might need if he was to use his charms on humans again.

"And what is this?" Loz held up a small, fragile looking bottle. "Do you need this?"

"It's perfume. It's to make me smell better to my customers." Yazoo loaded towels into a corpse-free box.

Opening the bottle, Loz smelled it and wrinkled his nose.

"Ugh! You don't need this stuff, Yazoo! You smell much better all by yourself." He put the bottle back, careful not to break it and risk spreading the stink.

Yazoo's smile grew mock-coy.

"Really? And where do I smell good?"

He dropped the box as Loz pushed him against the wall, harshly but not brutally, the display of power going like a surge of heat to Yazoo's groin. Writhing, he leaned his head back, exposing the vulnerable throat as Loz rubbed his face against the neck.

"You smell good here," Loz mumbled in a thick voice; still pinning Yazoo to the wall he started to move down, his free hand pushing aside cloth as he buried his nose in Yazoo's armpit. "And here." Freeing one of the caught hands, Loz sniffed his wrist: "And here."

Opening up the clothes, he moved down until he was kneeling in front of a panting Yazoo, and rubbed his face against his brother's quickly hardening groin, inhaling deeply.

"And here…you smell like Kadaj. Which is also good."

He was a bit surprised when Yazoo took his face between long-fingered hands and pulled it up, his green eyes shining wickedly.

"Come. There's something I want to show you."

They'd never actually made it into the bedroom last time, but Yazoo passed by the large bed to open a closet, huge enough to walk into.

"Holy Mother!" Loz swore as Yazoo swung the doors open. "What is all this?"

"My outfits. One for every occasion." Yazoo slid his fingers down a long silky thing and then ripped if to the ground, staring disapprovingly at the fabric. "If they wanted a woman, why didn't they just go to one?" he mumbled to himself with an arched eyebrow.

"Because you are a lot more beautiful than any woman, of course." Loz shrugged the compliment as if he was simply telling a truth – and Yazoo knew that to him it was. It made more heat pool in his loins.

"It's not that simple, always. You know what a fetish is?"

"It's when you get turned on by a special thing, right?" Loz fingered some of the stuff in the closet, fascinated by the sheer amount.

"Yes. And sometimes it gets to the point where a person can't get aroused unless that object is there. Boots. Red lipstick. Uniforms." Yazoo watched his brother find his way to the things Yazoo had meant to show him, eyes getting huge. "Cat-eyes. Silver hair."

Loz spun around.

"Really? You think so?"

"It would make sense." Yazoo went pass him and took down the objects Loz had been absentmindedly stroking. "But that doesn't mean there aren't a few other things I'd like to try out." Teasingly, he held up the black leather boots that looked like they'd go to Yazoo's thigh. Loz's breathing sped up a bit.

"Put them on," he urged.

"Not now." Yazoo put the boots down in the box and took down a pair of handcuffs. A small noise that was almost a whimper escaped Loz and Yazoo smiled to himself. "There isn't time to play properly here and now." A black corset with so many straps and bonds went in the box and a drop of sweat ran down Loz's forehead. "And anyway…I want both you and Kadaj as playmates tonight."

If pure physical control hasn't been Loz's strongest side, he'd probably had come right then.