Yeha, new chapter^^ Finally back from Australia and almost done with my thesis, so updates should be more frequent for all my stories soon! Thank you so much for your patience, I hope you enjoy the new chapter!
CHAPTER 9
It wasn't until a week later that they succeeded in meeting again. It seemed that Yazoo had been grounded from leaving the house for that long for the mystery failure. Tseng was very happy to see him but as the youth entered the sectioned-off private room of their favorite teahouse, the man eyed the boy as he walked in for anything suspicious.
"Hello, Herbert... how are you today?" It was irritating that the boy had lied to him but really, it was unlikely that a child would give a stranger their true name anyway. Tseng understood why but it stirred up other questions indeed. That and he himself... was an assassin... How could they ever truly trust each other?
"Hello... Tseng." Yazoo sat down quietly, waiting for the lady to serve his tea and then close the paper door to give them privacy. He didn't quite know what to say, as he had never had the opportunity to learn to be a great conversationalist. So he settled for something easy. "How are you?"
"I am... fine. A bit disappointed maybe," Tseng admitted. He reached out to run his hand through the air over the silver haired teen's and let it hover, not sure if he should touch Yazoo. He didn't feel right doing it. "Why did you not tell me your real name?"
He was nervous, so nervous inside that he would drive the youth away and he didn't want to do that but he had to know why and determine if there would only be lies between them. He sighed but tried not to make his concern so obvious so it only registered as the smallest exhaled puff of air.
Yazoo was taken off-guard by the statement and remained quiet for a while. Should he deny it? How did Tseng know? Was it safe to reveal his true name? The youth decided to circle the problem carefully. "Well, you could be a rapist," he said.
"Yes, I could... and maybe I am," Tseng set down his napkin and rose from the table. He made a silent decision about something to try and drive the boy away from him, though it was the furthest thing from what he wanted. "I do... desire you... Yazoo." He drew very close, pulling the teen out of his chair to press him against the side wall, looking deep into those astonished emerald eyes before he held his breath and stole a long kiss without permission.
Yazoo was too surprised to react at first, then he started to weakly struggle as a softly swirling tongue infiltrated his gaping mouth. Was this what being raped felt like? It was strange but this actually felt... nice. Wasn't it supposed to be horrible? Or maybe this was what Vincent had been talking about...? Yazoo didn't know, but he froze, being stock still and waiting for it to be over. He couldn't help but notice that Tseng tasted sweet and bitter at the same time and a bit like green tea as well. He tasted quite good...
Raising his hand, the dark bodyguard hummed as he felt that young, lithe body beneath his wandering fingers. He felt along the teen's waist until he slipped his fingers underneath the sweater and t-shirt to slide them up bare skin. So soft was this pearly expanse, skin that he had been imagining for ages. Tseng let his hands be a bit rough but he didn't intentionally try to hurt his flower. His need was only so great because of who this person was and how long he had gone without the touch of another on his skin. He found both young nipples underneath and began to pull lightly and squeeze them as he moved his knee to rest against Yazoo's groin, pressing it there firmly without teasing at this point to at least pretend like he might be a real rapist.
Yazoo moved again, trying to struggle a bit. It wasn't that it didn't feel nice, but Tseng hadn't even asked him for permission to touch his body and that was the part that didn't feel good at all. Turning his head away, Yazoo tried to push Tseng off, breathing, "Stop it!" The man was so much stronger than him and panic started to well up inside the boy.
"Who do you work for, Yazoo?" Tseng asked lowly into the youth's ear. Inwardly, he felt horrible and like a sleaze and he wasn't fully sure why he had taken this route, defiling this tender flower, but he let his hands move more slowly, simply touching now. He didn't really want to rape Yazoo at all. He wanted the teen to want it too... to want him.
"I'm not working for anybody!" Yazoo snapped through gritted teeth, glaring at the man uncertainly. What was going on here? Tseng seemed so different now. He was cold and cruel and scary. He probably was a rapist and Sephiroth had been right and Yazoo was sorry that he hadn't listened to him. At least he managed to position his knee in a way that he could shove it into Tseng's nuts and he did so.
Tseng grunted in pain, his thighs reflexively clamping closed and his head falling forward to rest on Yazoo's shoulder. "How... can I... be... sure you do not... mean to... ensnare me with your beauty... to deliver me into the hands of my enemies?" His voice was no more than a clenched hiss but he had done it now... He had spoken at least his surface worries frankly. It was really best he did not take a chance by sharing his honest feelings for they could very well be his ruin...but... he felt so sorry that he might only be scaring a child.
Yazoo pushed Tseng off in reflex and crawled away from him, not listening to what he said. It was only when he was half out of the door that he looked back and saw the man lying on the ground in agony, looking more miserable than scary. The boy hesitated to leave him there like that, but it could very well be an act... Something compelled him to wait by the door though, replying, "You said you're an office worker, why would you have enemies? And I'm not here to ensnare anyone!" Just then, he realized that Tseng had paid him a compliment and he felt even more awkward. He did like being called beautiful by Tseng, he found, but it didn't quite fit, did it? The man was so full of contradictions...
"I am not an office worker, though I do have an office. More than that, if you are not here to ensnare me and you really do not know about what I do, then you should leave right now." His dark eyes pleaded with the boy not to go even as the cold words left his mouth. "I am not a good man, Yazoo, and I don't want to hurt you or put you in danger. Go now."
Tseng's words only added to Yazoo's confusion and were creeping him out, so he left as fast as he could, running all the way home. He even had forgotten to put on his shoes when he left the tea house in a hurry. His side ached and his feet hurt but he didn't stop until he was in the house, banging the door closed behind him and leaning against it, panting heavily. When he heard a noise to his left he jumped, taking a fighting stance, eyes wild.
"Peace, Yazoo," Vincent said, his hands held up in surprise, "It's only me." He moved forward to pull the boy into his arms. "What has you so frightened, love?"
Yazoo drew his arms around Vincent, producing a strangled sound in the back of his throat. His body was shaking as the tension subsided and he was just so happy to be home and safe! Sephiroth appeared in the hall as well, frowning about the noise, but when he saw the two of them, he came closer, throwing Vincent a questioning look. Before he could ask, Yazoo had included him in the embrace and the older brother's features softened a bit.
"There, there," Vincent tried but honestly, he knew his comforting skills needed a bit of work and that was all he could think of to say. His parental instincts had most definitely kicked in though and he began to stroke over Yazoo's moonlight locks as his mind raced to jumping to different frightening conclusions. "Want to tell us what happened?"
Yazoo buried his head deeper into Vincent's chest, feeling safer now with the two of them here. Actually, he started to wonder if he had overreacted a bit? "I...it's nothing... I just got confused a bit," he finally said, loosening the embrace and looking up at them with a weak smile. Of course Sephiroth looked suspicious. "There was this guy who I thought kept following me, but I guess I just got paranoid."
"What did he look like?" his brother instantly demanded to know, probably to file a police report against a possible stalker.
"I don't remember," Yazoo lied, shaking his head and looking at Vincent for help.
"Are you certain," Vincent asked carefully. "Are you certain you were mistaken? Did he stop following you?" He looked down into those emerald eyes, clear worry in his own. It might have been very logical that the boy had misunderstood a stranger simply walking behind him. However... the boy was still just a teen and very beautiful...
Really, it was no wonder that Yazoo didn't know what to make of strangers just minding their own business as he wasn't used to dealing with anyone.
"Yes, yes he stopped walking behind me, but I was confused so I ran back here..." Yazoo lied, rather convincingly.
"Where are your shoes?" Sephiroth frowned, looking at the boy's dirty socks.
"...I must have lost them on my way here... I was so scared!" Yazoo threw himself at his brother and the distraction technique worked, as Sephiroth let the topic slide and cradled the youth in his arms. It had been ages since they had cuddled, because Yazoo was at that age now where he needed to be difficult all the time.
"It's all right," the elder mumbled. He also hoped that it had effectively shown Yazoo that he was better off at home. "I will make you a tea.Why don't you lay down in the living room for a bit?"
The teenager nodded and went off to sit down on the couch, while Sephiroth went into the kitchen to make a lot of tea and comfort food.
TBC
Ah, the drama! Will they be able to reconcile or will Yazoo hide in the house for the rest of his life (Sephi sure would like that, He Told His Brother So, didn't he ;))?
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