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Chephren: Yazoo, Rude, Loz
BMIK: Vincent Valentine, Sephiroth
Golden Lotus Chapter 10
Yazoo watched as Gen hurried out, and followed where Gen's gaze had been to the clock on the wall. Shit! He grabbed the soap and began quickly lathering up his still-trembling, oversensitive body with it, briefly noticing Rude coming out of his orgasmic haze above him, knees weakened, but still a pillar of strength up there. Rude tucked his more-than-sated cock back into his trousers and reached down to stroke over silver hair, giving Yazoo a big smile. It was one the youth had never seen from the rather serious bodyguard before, and he returned it with one of his own. Rude cleared his throat and did the only thing he could think of. He returned to his position on the far wall, but, this time, was clearly watching Yazoo finish his now hasty bath in the cooled waters.
Hissing at the chill as he dipped himself to rinse the suds away, Yazoo then carefully stepped out of the tub. Rude was there to hand him a towel. "Thank you, Rude," Yazoo replied softly, and dried off. He quickly pulled on his dressing gown as he headed for the door and sped back to his quarters, only barely noticing that Rude followed him at a distance to his door, still doing his duty.
*
Loz glanced up at the old-fashioned grandfather clock on the wall of the dining room and headed back toward his office in the back of the kitchen. He almost didn't need an office except for the ordering of food supplies his subordinates did in his stead and for his chance to get away from the hubbub. Not only was it the duty of the kitchen staff to prepare food for the entire Golden Lotus crew, but occasionally, when high-roller clients, such as Barret Wallace or Vincent Valentine, would pay his Yazzy or one of the other working girls a visit, they would request a nice dinner for the two.
Loz really didn't get much use out of the room, he didn't have much interest in writing, filing or typing anything. As he entered his office, Loz plopped down in his plush, well padded, ergonomically efficient, yet somehow still uncomfortable office chair and glanced at the phone. Finally, he picked up the receiver and dialed, swallowing as he heard the ringing, preparing himself to speak.
Sephiroth sat before the big fireplace in the dark, cozy salon of their mansion, one glass of expensive bourbon in hand. From the walls, the paintings of their ancestors stared down on him, and one could have interpreted their cool looks as disapproving, but Sephiroth did not analyze them at all. If anything, he´d have thought that their ancestors had to be proud of him, for saving their family property from garnishment…
After their father´s disappearance and following their mother´s death, most of their fortune had been used by Sephiroth to successfully pretend that there was still a legal guardian looking after them. When he had finally reached majority, they were as poor as a church mouse, but thanks to Sephiroth´s brilliant plan, all of them lived a good life now - especially him.
His blank gaze drifted from the fire place to the clock while he took a sip from his glass. It was about time… And just at this very moment, the old-fashioned telephone beside him started to ring. Loz may be a bit dense, but at least he was punctual, Sephiroth thought wryly as he lifted the receiver and spoke. "Yes?"
"Hey..." Loz was never very comfortable with talking on the phone, with Sephiroth at least. He didn't bother declaring who it was... he knew Seph knew very well by his greeting and the time who it was. "So.... how are you?"
Sephiroth´s lips twitched in slight irritation. He´d loved to just cut the crappy small talk and get to the matter at hand, but being snappy with Loz´d lead his soft-headed brother to probably burst into tears. So Sephiroth only rubbed his temple and answered calmly "Good. Did anything happen today?"
Loz thought seriously for a minute. "Well, during lunch, someone spilled the entire pot of cream of broccoli soup..."
Sephiroth stared blankly into the small, flickering fire, thinking that he must have misheard. Loz couldn´t be that retarded, could he?! The fingers around his glass tightened as he fought down the sheer overwhelming urge to break something BIG. Instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and replied with a forced, calm voice, "How is Yazoo?"
Loz fought to make his sigh inaudible, his brother clearly hadn't meant to ask how HIS life was, he only seemed interested in Yazoo. Well, maybe if Loz did a great job looking out for Yazoo, Sephiroth would take more of an interest in Loz' life there too.
"Yazoo?? He didn't eat much today..."
Sephiroth frowned at that. He couldn´t decide if he was more irritated or if this actually was valuable information. If Yazoo got too skinny, the clients may not like it, which would result into a decrease of his income... and of course, he didn´t want to fuck only skin and bones as well. "Keep an eye on that and make sure he eats properly," Sephiroth therefore instructed, waved his glass a little so that the ice cubes clicked against each other. "Anything else?"
"Yes... Yazzy went shopping with Genesis today and when he came back, he came down here to see me. He had... dark bruises on his lips and neck..." Loz's brow furrowed in concern when he remembered how marked his Yaz had been today.
"I see..." Sephiroth replied fathomlessly, a tiny smile gracing his fair features. Bruises were good... They marked Yazoo as his property, they were the physical of their fate, their love. "You shouldn´t be too concerned about it," he said lightly, directing the conversation back to more interesting matters ."Did he buy anything?"
A slight flush came to Loz's pale cheeks, "Uh, yeah.... he bought a teeny black outfit that has a nice velvet frock coat, *ahem*, ablacklacebrassieretogowithit and one of those... what did he call it? A skirt that comes with a... thistle? You know, it sits on your butt underneath the clothes to make your butt look bigger or something... the skirt goes all the way down to the floor... but *sigh* it is open in the front, all the way up... it is really pretty though.
"Ooh!! And he got this pirate wench costume... with a black bandanna... and an eye patch! You know... how fun is that?" At this point, Loz got considerably less comfortable. "Uh... yeah, and he got a couple of sets of new lacy underthings.... one was black, one red, and one... purple, I think.... and *extremely loud clearing of his throat* some new … toys... um... yeeeeeaaah..." Loz honestly didn't know why Yaz took such pleasure in showing him all of his... goodies. Loz blushed furiously and fell mute.
Sephiroth remained silent on the phone, his eyes having gone distant. Before his eyes, with every word Loz added, a new picture emerged, showing him his brother lecherously lying in a ruffled bed, wearing what Loz had just described and looking so needy to get out of it, to slowly be peeled out of the layers of fabric till he was rendered in nothing but his own flushed, sweat-glistening skin...
"Uh, Seph?" Loz wasn't sure if his brother was still on the line.... "I think that's all that happened today, Seph....
Sephiroth jerked away from his daydream and shifted in his seat, trying to get more comfortable with his rock hard boner. Actually, he was very tempted to ask Loz to describe the lingerie a bit more in detail, but there was the risk that he´d be panting into the phone too obviously. No, the better way was to just pay his brother another visit, soon, and get acquainted with his new wardrobe first hand… "Who is with him tonight?"
"Um... hmm, I didn't ask..." Loz couldn't help but wonder at Seph's particular interest on everything Yaz did. Ah, well, maybe he was worried about him, Yaz' job could be rather dangerous. Why Yaz chose to come work here, Loz would never understand. Seph had approached him shortly after returning home from personally escorting Yazoo to the Golden Lotus, and had asked Loz if he may be interested in taking his cooking pursuits to the brothel, that it was a high-class joint as far as they go, and Loz would get to serve some very exclusive clientele. Loz had agreed, pretty excited, but he had actually had other offers. Really the only reason that Loz would ever had agreed to be Head Chef at a place like the Golden Lotus, was to keep an eye on his little Yazzy.
"But, our scheduled menu for tonight includes a five-course gourmet meal to be delivered to Yazoo's room.... so, I would think that his *ahem* client for this evening will be Vincent Valentine. Uh, Seph... why do you ask?"
Vincent Valentine… Sephiroth´s grip around his glass tightened again. This man had come to Yazoo for an entire year now! Not that this was especially abnormal, but Valentine was a young, beautiful man who didn´t actually need to buy himself a prostitute! He could have anyone he wanted, so why did he spend money on getting Yazoo? And he spared no expense it seemed, almost buying the most expensive food and leaving a suspiciously generous tip (which went straight into Sephiroth´s pockets of course). Unless there were ulterior motives…
Narrowing his eyes in a fit of raging jealousy, the silver haired man threw the rest of the alcohol into the fire, watching it flare up. Maybe he should make sure that he got a closer look on Valentine at the next party they´d meet at… "Nothing, Loz, just keep an eye on him. You did great today. I´ll talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay, Seph, talk to you then." Loz hung up the receiver after he was sure Seph had hung up, then he rose from his seat and, whistling a happy little tune to himself at the praise his usually stoic, older brother had given him, headed back into the kitchens to prepare a fine meal for tonight's dinner: Filet Mignon for the girls and Rufus and something extra special for Yaz and Mister Valentine.
*
Yazoo had really not thought out his outfit very well for tonight's client, but at least his rooms were still immaculately tidy from Sephiroth's visit. He felt a bit of panic as he sifted through the clothes hung up in what he deemed the 'demure' section of his closet. Quickly settling on a flowing pair of silky, black pants that hugged tight around his hips, where the fabric divided to hang loose all the way to the floor to lay over simply-beaded black leather-soled slippers. These elegant pants were very simple and tasteful, but allowed a flash of Yazoo's pale, shapely leg or pretty foot every now and again.
For his top, he had a matching blouse that did the same thing. It had a wide, medieval chemise-like neck, though clung snugly to his torso, and the cloth separated at the top of the shoulder and hung straight to the top of his hands, just below slim, delicate wrists, allowing his long, bare arms free movement.
Walking over to his vanity, glancing at his hair and face in the mirror, he found that there were only light traces of the bruises Sephiroth had left. They had greatly healed under Tseng's gentle hands, and Yazoo no longer felt any soreness. He had been careful with them today, despite all his play with his co-workers, but he had not really allowed his derrière much time for respite. Ah well, he inwardly shrugged, if the mood took him, Yazoo found that, sometimes, he really must follow, and felt no real remorse, as he'd had a great time today. He was simply thankful that Vincent had so far been gentle with him.
His hair had mostly dried over the walk back to the room and his quick search for the perfect outfit, but he did not want to chance that his wealthy client would be offended even by Yazoo's remotely wet hair when he arrived in only maybe fifteen minutes. Going into one of the ornate drawers, Yazoo brought out his top-of-the-line negative ion hairdryer that ensured against the flyaway look, and plugged it in. Just to be on the safe side, though, he also applied a small amount of non-frizz serum to his silver locks and set about drying it on a lower setting. It was completely dry within a few minutes.
Yazoo knew most men didn't do anything with their hair, and if he had his way, neither would he, but Rufus was very adamant on the girls looking their best, especially the ones reserved for the high roller clients of the Golden Lotus. Their boss had gone so far as to hire beauticians and other consultants to instruct each of the girls when they first started there. These few steps were fairly simple, and he was never unhappy with the result, so he ultimately decided that he didn't really mind.
After giving himself a last appraising look in the mirror, he decided he was fine with the finished product. He glanced over to his bay window, to the lovely pastel hues of dusk, all pink, violet and blue, in its last point of daylight, as the sun had already set. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Yazoo headed over to his favorite chair to center himself after the events of this busy day in the last few moments before Vincent would arrive.
Vincent Valentine quietly walked along the rich corridor, determined to reach his destination. He´d ordered everything beforehand via his phone and after he was done with his toilette, he´d let his chauffeur drive him here. It was one of his many routines, something he wasn´t even thinking much about anymore, but he didn´t care. Finally, he came to stand before a beautiful door, and politely knocked against the dark wood.
"Come in," Yazoo stood from his high-backed chair, not certain if it would be rude in Vincent's way of thinking to greet the man sitting. As the heavy door opened, Yazoo gazed at the man, always impressed by his impeccable appearance. Vincent was wearing an old-style tailcoat tuxedo, something like one would wear to the opera maybe 200 years ago, but tonight, Vincent wore it to meet Yazoo. His white waistcoat and shirt were starched to perfection, he wore crisp, white gloves and there was a red rose at his lapel. Yazoo had seen Vincent for a year now, and there was still so much he did not know about the man, and he had never even seen Vincent with his hair loose. He always wore it neatly fastened in a golden clasp at the nape of his neck.
Yazoo nodded to Vincent in greeting, "Good evening, sir."
"Good evening to you too," Vincent replied calmly, his deep voice filling every inch of the room without being loud. He dipped his head in greeting, and just quickly let his eyes wander over his company´s appearance. He was pleased, it seemed, but then it was always hard to say what emotion Vincent was experiencing, since he seldom showed them. Still, his eyes were friendly and calm as he looked at Yazoo, asking politely, "How are you tonight?" It was all part of their routine.
"Very well, thank you," Yazoo enjoyed the man's voice immensely, and it did give him a little tingle when the man's crimson eyes roved over his body. "And yourself---" but he was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Yes?"
"Room Service," Loz' familiar voice echoed through the door, a welcome sound, but it momentarily abated any stirrings his client had inspired in Yazoo's loins.
"Thank you, Loz, do come in." The door opened and a full cart of delicacies was wheeled in by one of Loz' staff, followed by Loz himself carrying an ice bucket with what could only have been a fine vintage of red wine, of course. Yazoo's mood deflated just a bit when he saw that, but he had expected as much. Looking at the cart, he was relieved to note that there was also a large pitcher of ice water. Phew!
Two more staff joined them to set up a small, circular table and as quick as lightning, had assembled a very elegant candlelit setting for two. Yazoo was again impressed, Loz was not only a great cook, but efficient and prepared.
"Okay," Loz excitedly rubbed his hands together, "For starters, we have a Risotto of Upper Palatinate asparagus with Rucola and old balsamic vinegar, Spring bread salad with affumicato and parmesan, Here we have our main course: lightly smoked eel with Charentais melon, Pommery mustard and dill. And please accept our Valrhona chocolate gateau with Grand Marnier strawberries, compliments of the House. Enjoy!" He signaled the nearest staff member to remain to serve Vincent and Yazoo as they ate, and as he passed Yazoo, he whispered, not so quietly, "Tell me tomorrow how it is, alright Yazzy?"
Yazoo widened his eyes at his brother, now was not really the time, and he replied lowly, "Yes, yes, Loz, now if you don't mind..." and shot a meaningful look at Loz, meaning Vincent, who was standing behind them. A look of recognition flickered over Loz' handsome features, and he nodded in understanding and took the opportunity to glance back at Yazoo's caller. He patted Yazoo's cheek and obediently, he and the rest of his staff shuffled out.
Yazoo sighed, and turned back to Vincent, "As I was saying, how are you tonight, Vincent?"
"Fine, thank you," Vincent replied politely. It was a blatant lie of course, because if he had been fine, he wouldn´t be here at all, but he didn´t want to think about it. He came here to forget. His face didn´t betray any of his thoughts though, he only gestured towards the table and asked, "Shall we then?"
"I would be delighted," Yazoo couldn't help but wonder if Vincent really was fine... he had only ever seen him this one way. Curt, polite, and very quiet. He couldn't really imagine the man smiling, but then again, he was not a big talker himself, and it was rare that he flashed any toothy grins either. Ah well, off to enjoy a dinner that he was quite sure he didn't know what they would be eating.
Gallantly, Vincent pulled back the chair for Yazoo to sit down with a fluid, automatic motion. It was something that came as a reflex to him, being a gentleman, it had been hammered into his body since he was able to walk. Their family was old, perversely rich and influential and valued tradition above anything else. If they had known that he came to this place, disinheritance would have been the least of his problems... After Yazoo had sat down, the aristocrat went around the table to take his own seat and the staff served the first course. "That looks delicious," Vincent commented, politely making conversation. Just the usual routine.
"Oh, thank you, Vincent," Yazoo said as Vincent offered him the chair, and watched Vincent seat himself across the table from him. "Yes, it certainly does," something certainly smelled good, but his eyes longingly eyed the lonely chocolate cake still waiting for them on the cart. Now, that looked delicious. He decided to try and keep the dialogue going with the dark stranger. "So, Vincent, we have been seeing each other a while now, and I know so little about you. Care to tell me what you do?"
The fork Vincent had guided to his mouth, stopped briefly, before the man caught himself, and let it sink down. For all the months he´d come here, he´d also chosen Yazoo because he was discreet, quiet and never asked any questions. This wasn´t a date where he had to lay his life open to a potential significant other, this was a prostitute he paid to stay quiet. Just what had gotten into him tonight? But then he took in the big, questioning eyes, the tilted head and the fingers playing with his glass of water.
Under all the allure, the eroticism with which he carried himself, the suggestive air that was carried with every one of his movements as if it was only natural, he was still a boy, almost a child, and not the sex god he was known to be. Sighing, Vincent reached for his wine, taking a large sip before he could think about it further and probably get a bad conscience, and finally said, "Nothing interesting, really, it´d only bore you." He hoped that Yazoo got the innuendo and would stop asking. Still, if the boy felt like talking tonight, Vincent didn´t want to spoil it for him, so he asked, finishing his salad, "So, did anything interesting happen to you since we last met?"
Yazoo felt that it was wisest to let the issue slide... Vincent clearly didn't want to talk about himself tonight, but whether he would ever want to was anyone's guess. He thought for a moment, "Hn, well," so much had happened within the Lotus since Vincent's last visit, but today, Yazoo'd had a chance to venture out and see the town a bit. "Today, I went shopping with Genesis and...." he stopped himself short. These details seemed a bit trivial, surely Vincent couldn't care less. Sephiroth had often asked whether or not anything interesting happened to Yazoo, but never really listened, and there was no finger-sucking going on now...
Vincent just finished and the young man served the main dish, when Yazoo stopped talking. The aristocrat looked up, mustering his company with dark eyes that shone red in the dim candle light. Yazoo´d had an almost enthusiastic gleam in his eyes when he started, but then it dimmed somewhat and he grew distant again. "Why did you stop?" he asked, taking another sip. "I´d love to hear about it." Which wasn´t even a lie. He liked listening to Yazoo´s voice, it calmed him, and whatever took his mind off the daily routine would suffice.
"Really?" Yazoo was sure that sounded sincere and interested, so he continued, "Well, we went to a boutique downtown called Chez Nous, and then we had a very nice lunch at le Petit Chateau. I had never been there. Have you?"
"Yes, I have been there before indeed. They serve an excellent Saint Emillion," Vincent affirmed, pushing the memories that came with the place aside. One look at Yazoo´s still full plate made him frown though, asking, "are you not feeling hungry?"
Yazoo blinked at Vincent, "Um, you know, we had a busy day. I guess I should be, but I am not. Does it bother you, Vincent?" 'An offended client is an ex-client,' Rufus' words rang out in Yazoo's mind, but he shrugged them off.
"Not at all," the man denied, his gaze wandering towards the chocolate cake he´d seen Yazoo eyeing earlier. "In fact, I am not that hungry either. Maybe we should skip the main course and get right to the dessert, what do you think?"
"Yes, please!" Yazoo's fervor was plain for anyone to see when it came to that delicious-looking cake, but then, he remembered his manners and politely sat quietly as their waiter served them and for Vincent to get his piece.
Vincent couldn´t help the small smile that formed on his lips at the young man´s enthusiasm and his apologetic look and return to constrained politeness afterwards. He motioned for the waiter to serve Yazoo first and then poked his fork into his own piece of cake. He wasn´t much of a sucker for sweets, but watching Yazoo eat his share was an experience in itself. The boy probably didn´t even notice what a spectacle he offered...
Yazoo suppressed any hums of enjoyment over his piece of the decadent cake, but the bliss on his face was apparent. He made sure not to lick his fork clean in the same manner as earlier today, yet he did clean it off very effectively between his lips before withdrawing it from his mouth every single time. No crumb went to waste, and the cake was so rich, he had made sure to ask for a smaller piece to be sure that he would finish this... it would be such a shame not to. He noted that Vincent hardly touched his cake. A bit amazed, Yazoo did his best to keep his voice even. "Do you not like chocolate, Vincent?"
"You can have it," the man replied with an amused twinkle in his eyes and pushed his plate towards Yazoo without really answering the question. He had to remember to order another chocolate cake the next time, this was the perfect prelude for things to come afterwards. With a small flick of his hand beneath the table, he told the waiter to withdraw and the servant did so, bowing and quietly leaving the room.
Yazoo felt pleased, but his tummy couldn't right now, "Oh, no, you spoil me. I am full, but that was a wonderful meal. Thank you," he graciously told the raven-haired man, raising the white cloth napkin toward his mouth in case there was any cake left on it.
Vincent pushed his plate a bit aside, his gaze lingering on Yazoo, who had just finished his desert and put his spoon back. With a fluid movement, the man suddenly stood, napkin in his hand and, coming around the table, he reached for Yazoo´s chin, tilting his head up. "May I?" he asked, reaching out with his napkin for the pouty lips.
Yazoo gazed up at Vincent, always impressed by the man's polish and graceful movements. Yazoo still wasn't quite used to the chivalrous, attentive way Vincent was with him, a prostitute. He immediately remembered the sweet, tender way Tseng had treated him only this morning in the bath, which was a first for Tseng, as he usually avoided contact with Yazoo, rather than sought it out, as the dark aristocrat did now. However, he did not want to drift off and offend Vincent with his inattention, so he looked up into those remarkable ruby eyes when he felt that cool hand on his chin, and nodded.
There actually wasn´t anything anymore, but Vincent liked to touch those lips he wasn´t allowed to kiss. Not that he wanted to, not really. This policy suited him just fine, because to him a kiss could be even more intimate than any form of intercourse could ever be, and he wanted his distance. As he came to be so close now though, he noticed the light bruising and narrowed his eyes. He didn´t say anything about it though, just spared it. This really wasn´t his business, even though he greatly disliked it.
Yazoo noticed his client's agitated look and briefly wondered if he had done something wrong, but the look was gone as swiftly as it appeared, and so Yazoo didn't feel the need to fret about it. He let his eyelids get heavy at the feather-light brushes at his mouth and let his lips part a bit, enjoying the caresses.
"I suggest we leave the table now," Vincent said, his already deep voice dropping a few remarkable notes. This was more or less the sign for Yazoo to get up and undress for intercourse now. Always the same, reassuring and numbing routine... he was so very fond of it. The undressing part was always the most unpleasant one though, at least for Vincent. So he got up again, leaving the napkin on the table and went to the bed, slowly starting to undress himself with his back to the prostitute.
Yazoo opened his eyes, recognition settling in, and he replied, "Of course," and went to the opposite side of his large bed from where Vincent chose. Respectfully, as Vincent clearly did not want Yazoo watching him, Yazoo kept his back turned. As soon as he heard the unmistakable rustling of Vincent climbing into bed and covering himself up in the bedclothes, Yazoo turned toward him, and began slowly undressing himself. Nothing fancy like the show he had put on for Sephiroth, but the simple act of disrobing as one would when they retired for bed at night.
Stepping out of his black slippers, he slid them out of the way with his foot. He carefully pulled the snug black chemise over his head and shook his hair out to settle back into its normal position. Sliding the black pants over slim hips, they fell the rest of the way silently to the ground. Yazoo carefully stepped out of them and also pushed them aside. He smoothed over his silver hair just for good measure and ran his hands down his body, in case Vincent was watching. The cool air in the room and his light touches along his skin raised goosebumps and his nipples hardened and his body began to stir, his cock stood proudly at the prospect of ruby eyes seeing his naked body. Then, he carefully climbed into bed beside Vincent and waited for the gentleman to make his first move.
Vincent had carefully folded his clothes and once he was naked, he had slipped under the blankets. The room was almost completely dark, only lit by the few candles on the table flickering and casting shadows over the walls and the slim body of his company. Vincent watched him not too obviously, but he stole a glance every now and then, watching the smooth skin that appeared almost in a bronze tone. He could feel a lazy tingling start in his loins and leaned his head back, waiting for Yazoo to finish. Once the beautiful man was done and joined him, patiently waiting for him to start, Vincent turned on his side to face the silver head and wordlessly slipped a hand up to cup his cheek, and then slowly stroked along his jaw and delicate throat.
Yazoo's eyes went heavy-lidded again at the softness of Vincent's slender fingers on his skin. His breath hitched at the caresses awakening his nerve-endings and he snuggled a bit closer to the strong body. He slid his slender arms around Vincent's neck. Feeling the golden clasp back there, binding all that beautiful hair, Yazoo continued gazing into Vincent's eyes, but he wanted to see it flowing free.
"Vincent," he asked gently, "May I see your hair down?"
Vincent halted at that, looking not very excited about the idea. She had always done that... But maybe it was time to let go off that, that was why he came here after all, so after another moment, he continued his stroking and bravely nodded.
"Hn," Yazoo was pleased. He unhooked the clasp and placed it on the dresser beside the bed. Dark waves of silky raven locks fell free and covered both their bodies. Vincent's hair was at least as long as Yazoo's, maybe a bit longer, hanging well down to his mid-back. Stroking over it with his slim fingers, Yazoo admired it, "It's gorgeous," he marveled, slipping his arms around Vincent's torso, enjoying the feel of the warm body next to him.
Vincent just closed his eyes, though there wasn´t much to be seen anyway, and brushed his lips over the silky skin of his company, tasting his musky scent and gliding with his fingers along Yazoo´s sides. All he wanted was sink down in the simple pleasures sex brought, not wanting to think, speak or answer questions. Just one moment of blissful quiet was all he sought, and Yazoo, or rather his body, could give it to him.
Yazoo also let his eyes drift shut, and tried to still himself. He knew as far as bedroom vocalizations, Vincent wasn't really a big supporter. He didn't mind moaning, but mostly he preferred peace. He would never forget the first time Vincent had called, and Yazoo had held nothing back, and was partaking in some deliciously naughty dirty talk, when he was silenced by a long finger to his lips. Vincent had 'shushed' him. It was rather amusing, but without sound or kink, Yazoo found it hard to enjoy himself. He decided to just let Vincent do as he would and remain quiet, but he let his hands trail over the luscious body hovering so very near him now.
Vincent let his mouth and hands wander further down, lightly trailing over hard muscles and a narrow figure that was so different from a woman´s shapely, soft curves. But he wanted the differences, needed them! The soft breathing coming from above where Yazoo simply lay down and let him have his way. Lush lips connected with a nipple, brushing against it, nuzzling it, before they went further down over hard ribs and a taut belly. Vincent cloud feel his hair falling around them, tickling soft skin. His hands glided further, along curvy hips and the touches didn´t miss their effect on him as well. His penis was awakening, swelling into semi-hardness and he lifted his hips a bit to avoid contact yet.
Yazoo's breathing became a bit ragged when he felt Vincent's mouth at his nipple... then descend further down... Yazoo's eyes opened to look down and anticipate where Vincent's mouth would go. Did Vincent plan to....? The youth's cock twitched in eagerness and his hands buried into the raven hair.
Vincent was a bit surprised by the hands suddenly massaging his head, but then he noticed the other´s intentions. So Yazoo expected him to... orally pleasure him? Vincent considered this possibility for only a split second, the idea bringing up conflicting emotions of awkwardness, curiosity and a newly inflamed desire before he dismissed it and quelled any desires for experimenting. He couldn´t do this, didn´t want to want to do this. He was satisfied with the known, it had been a quiet ordeal to go and lay with a man already.
This wasn´t supposed to be fun. He only came here, because there were needs he had to take care of, and after her, he´d sworn to never lay with another woman again. Ergo it had to be a man. To his astonishment, he had found that he didn´t find Yazoo repulsive at all like he first had anticipated. It was awkward, but not unpleasant. Still he didn´t allow himself to delve any deeper into the experience. He had to hold on to his grief and misery, it was all he had left and deep down he knew he was too afraid to let go of it. So he simply looked up at Yazoo and asked huskily, "Where´s the lube?"
Yazoo inwardly sighed, for to do so outwardly would most definitely offend Vincent, and this visit really had nothing to do with Yazoo himself. Apparently, he had been spoiled with both Sephiroth and Tseng's treatment of him. Berating himself a bit in his mind for being selfish and forgetting his place, Yazoo reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out the cherry-flavored lube, handing it to Vincent.
Wordlessly, Vincent took the bottle and motioned for Yazoo to turn around so the young man´s back would face him. Then he quickly coated his fingers and slipped them under the blanket to search for Yazoo´s entrance. He found it and, to soften the impact of the intrusion, nipped a bit at the silver head's neck, his own heavy breathing rushing over the flushed skin.
The first slick fingertip at his hole made Yazoo gasp, he was still so sensitive, as did the lips and teeth along his neck. As the first finger penetrated his body, Yazoo's lips parted and he lifted his chin, eyelids closed. He pressed his hips back when his body was ready for another.
Shakily, the aristocrat added another finger to the second, carefully pulling them in and out in a slow rhythm, feeling the muscles loosening around his digits. He´d waited too long again, it probably wouldn´t take long, but with this delicious, luscious body... He instantly forbid himself such thoughts, a bit appalled at himself. Just showed how long it had been since he'd allowed himself another body but hers!
All of a sudden, the slick digits were removed from Yazoo's ass, much to his dismay and he turned to look at their somber owner, "Vincent, are you... alright?"
The man just blinked, and looked a bit confused. It was just that suddenly with the thoughts of her somehow his almost overwhelming desire had just... evaporated. His member was just as flat and lifeless as it had been for 2 months right after her death. Heck, even this morning when he´d woken and thought of the prospect of some relief, he´d felt more excited! Now there was just... nothing. A faint color at his sudden impotence to perform stained his high cheeks and he drew further into the cushion, frowning. "I don´t know... I can´t... Maybe I shouldn´t have come here today."
"Hn," Yazoo replied, then switched into his therapist mode. "No, Vincent, you obviously have a lot on your mind. You need this, some good pleasuring." Wouldn't Rufus be proud? "I want to help you. Very much, but you must trust me. Will you allow me liberty to touch you freely?"
To say that Vincent was startled was an understatement to say the least. Yazoo was so fast forward and determined that for a moment, his control slipped and he could just mechanically nod in confusion, as he was still dealing with the fact that he´d lost his stamina so suddenly.
"Hn," Yazoo was quite pleased. He scooted closer on the bed to the dark beauty, placing his hands on his shoulders and guided Vincent to lay back and simply enjoy. He knew the raven-haired man to be deep down very romantic, as he had seen with the dinner and his polite treatment of Yazoo, so the silver-haired youth kept his touches tender. Laying down beside him for now, Yazoo ran his mouth along Vincent's angular jawline to an earlobe and began to suckle it teasingly, using his free hand to caress the man's neck and chest. The pale ear was very inviting, and Yazoo slipped his pink tongue inside, penetrating it the way Vincent would penetrate him at first, with slow, gentle strokes.
His fingertips stroked over Vincent's sculpted chest, and found a pale nipple, teasing it to hardness. Licking his way down the man's body, Yazoo suckled the other nipple as his fingers continued toying with it. Moving ever downwards, Yazoo trailed lightly after with his hands along that beautiful torso, only softly titillating the surface with his fingernails. From torso down slim hips, Yazoo came face to face with a very impressive cock. Yazoo looked up into those ruby eyes and eagerly licked his lips, his breath becoming hitched in anticipation, sending out puffs of hot air over the exquisite flesh. Yazoo wanted, but he would not proceed if Vincent truly did not want this.
The raven haired man looked down with hazy eyes, now feeling his hand moving by itself and burying in Yazoo´s hair just like it had been the other way around a few minutes ago. His mind was blank and rather dulled by the re-awakened desire that started to rage in his loins. No torturing thoughts were occupying him any longer, only carnal lust was driving him, and his instincts made him dizzily nod, giving permission to something he´d never have allowed if he hadn´t been in such a state of confusion and need.
"Hn, good," Yazoo purred, "you look delicious," and he exhaled again over the thick flesh that was even now reacting with anticipation, but he didn't care anymore... He wanted that hot cock between his lips. With a very clear yummy sound, as if he were enjoying a lollipop, Yazoo took the head of Vincent's cock into his mouth to wet the tip... then he looked up into those smoldering eyes once more and let his tongue dart out to slide along the shaft, from base to tip. His slender fingers reached down to cup the rather delicate-looking testicles, shifting and massaging them lightly. He moaned a little at the feel of that silky softness at his fingertips, pleased that Vincent, after a year of their conservative sex, was allowing him so much freedom, and who was he to complain? He was enjoying this.
He brought his lips over his pretty, white teeth and tilted his head away to give the dark beauty a good show, starting up at the head of Vincent's shaft and using his mouth to press at the slender channel underneath, all the way back down to the root. At the same time, the last two fingers of his hand holding the balls reached back and slid along Vincent's perineum, applying more pressure as they moved forward. Finally, Yazoo took the head back into his mouth and relaxed his throat, starting to bob his neck, and on each dip, took more and more of the shaft inside until his lips met Vincent's groin.
Vincent quietly gasped, closed his eyes and leaned his head back, gulping as the pleasure slowly started to wash over his body in hot, slow waves, just in time with the whore´s movements. Gods, he had forgotten how good this felt, and now it was almost overwhelming! His fingers unconsciously tightened in Yazoo´s hair and he started to move his hips up and down, to meet with the silver head's sucking, lost in bliss and not thinking about anything anymore but the slick warmth engulfing him.
After a few more heady moments of sucking Vincent's delicious cock, Yazoo released it with a plop as it landed wetly on Vincent's taut belly. With a rather no-nonsense look in his eyes, Yazoo crawled up in a sensually catlike manner, one limb at a time, to carefully swing one leg over the raven-haired man, straddling him, his own erect member taking its place beside Vincent's. He gave the two erections an appreciative stroke, his pouty, suck-swollen lips parting again in a gasp.
Tilting his head to the side, and his slender hips and one leg forward, he leaned back a bit with one hand on the bed and bared his secrets to Vincent's eyes once more, his small puckered opening, still glistening with the lube. He could not resist mewling a bit when he teasingly brushed his finger over it. Regaining his composure as much as possible in this realization of how sexual he felt, his lascivious, emerald gaze met Vincent's again.
"I am going to ride you, Vincent... and I want you to simply enjoy."
Vincent looked back at the beautiful, naked man under heavy lids, his gaze following the youth's long fingers and a jolt shot up his spine when he saw him touch himself in that secret place. It was probably the most sexy thing he´d seen in a while and suddenly he wanted it so very much! It wasn´t a coherent thought, just desire that seeped through the delirium he was in, and so he simply nodded, his arms lying beside him and absently grabbing the sheets.
A small, sexy smile came to Yazoo's face and he brought his hand away from his eager hole to give Vincent's aching cock a rewarding squeeze. "Good boy," he purred, "because I want you inside me. Now... where were we?" He easily pressed two fingers back inside his entrance and started splaying them, stretching himself, simply because it felt really good. Adding that third finger, he started curling them, manipulating the tiny bud of pleasure inside, he moaned shamelessly, images of all he had done today and with whom came flooding back, and he found it very hard to continue to hold his body upright.
Summoning all his control for just a few more moments, knowing the pleasure would be even greater once that thick shaft was seated inside him, Yazoo leaned forward, letting long silver strands tickle their way across Vincent's chest and neck, and lined himself up with the dark man's cock in his hand, and let himself sink on to it, his body wriggling and writhing as he got used to the deliciously sharp pleasure of having Vincent inside him. Once he felt comfortable, Yazoo began to move a little more, undulating his hips and belly, rising and falling on Vincent's hard cock.
Vincent gasped a long moan when Yazoo took him in, that tight hole first clenching around his head and then slowly sinking further down, taking him in all the way into the slick, scorching heat. Head thrown back, he had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, shuddering at the delight that was rocking him, radiating from his cock to every fiber of his being as he urgently pushed up his pelvis to get even further in, to pierce that hot body.
Yazoo was in heaven, he loved the feel of a good dick inside him. Entranced by that ruby gaze that kept coming back to him, those eyes that widened every now and again with the growing sense of need and urgency, Yazoo smirked, "You like that, don't you, being ridden, being watched... well, I like what I see, Vincent. You look so good, all untamed like this..." He knew Vincent appreciated quiet, but he would not leave the man alone with his thoughts either.
Continuing to raise and lower himself on that stiff flesh inside him, Yazoo didn't bother disguising his little mewls of pleasure that spilled forth from his lips. He brought his fingers to his lips, wetting them, tasting the sweet cherry lube then letting them descend, drawing down his lower lip on the way. He stroked down his firm chest, his fingertips teasing his already-hard nipple, then with well-shaped nails raking lightly down his stomach, his hip....
Closing his eyes, his hand found his own cock and began stroking. He re-angled his movements to find his prostate over and over and began clenching his buttocks as he rose up to give Vincent more pressure. Then he gasped at a particularly well-aimed thrust, "Yessss, I like that, fuck me, Vincent!!"
Vincent´s lashes fluttered as he thrust up to slam deep into the writhing body above him. His hands left the sheets to clench around a slim hip instead, roughly pushing it up and down while giving excited, encouraging noises. He didn´t have time to think about the whore´s words, he simply reacted to them, letting his inner urges take control and keep it, pushing his pelvis up and down, ramming his hot twitching organ deeper and harder into the velvety, tight channel that seemed to magically suck his cock in and out. Wet noises echoed through the room, shooting right down from his ears to his belly and his groin. He probably couldn´t hold it back much longer, and frankly, he didn´t want to, as his movements became more ruthless and desperate.
"Ahh, ahhhhhh, yes!!" and with that, Yazoo felt an overwhelming current of pleasure rise from the base of his spine up through his belly, and his face contorted into a mask of pure ecstasy, and he gave his own cock one last stroke, pressing along the underside and cried out as he spilled his hot, creamy seed up along Vincent's belly and chest. He could no longer hold himself up, and fell forward to press their wet chests together, and let Vincent continue to pound into him and although the pleasure was entirely too much, and he could not help his continuing wails, Yazoo held on tight to Vincent's shoulders and pushed back to meet the dark beauty's every thrust.
Vincent came with a harsh cry, as his lower body, mechanically driven by sheer lust, pounded inside the heat. Then he simply melted, turning into a puddle of sparks and color on the bed, throwing his head back and clinging to the body above him because if he didn´t, he might diffuse. His hips gave a last few thrusts, but then they stilled, as did the rest of his body, and he simply stared dizzily at the ceiling -looking past the mirror there- and waited to come down from his orgasm.
Feeling Vincent's body and breathing return to something more like normalcy, Yazoo leaned his forehead forward to rest it against the side of the man's face, idly stroking the silky locks underneath his pale fingers. He was very interested to see what the dark man would do, as Yazoo had single-handedly obliterated their routine, but he felt it was for the best. He wanted Vincent to feel free to really let go, that is what Yazoo was there to do for him. So he simply lay there, letting Vincent feel another body pressed to him in this moment of vulnerability he was no doubt experiencing.
Vincent lazily blinked a few times after his body and brain had calmed down again and his vision cleared. He felt to so pleasantly warm and fuzzy and relaxed, simply at peace like he hadn´t felt in a long time, and he absently pulled the body lying on his a bit closer, stroking with his thumb over flushed, soft, and a bit sweaty, skin. It was then that he finally awoke of his trance-like state as his eyes came to take in what was reflected in the mirror: he was decadently resting in a whore´s bed, with the aforementioned person in his arms, and it was anything but simply getting rid of some pressure! He´d enjoyed it! He had betrayed her!!! Sorely shocked, he pushed Yazoo away from him as if he was poisoned, and wordlessly pushed himself off the bed, his breathing rushing out in pants again. Quickly dressing himself, he threw the money on the bed without even daring to look at the confused young man and fled the room, his lips pressed into a thin, stressed line.
Yazoo saw the door slam and reacted, immediately rushing over to pick up his phone and dialed. "Tseng! Can you notify Rufus that we have a code red? Just left my quarters! Thank you!" and he disconnected.
tbc?
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Aeriths-Rain: Yes thank you, my holidays went well! Haha, yeah, Genesis is pretty hungry for uhm... bread ;) And cock *cough* And thanks for the compliment on Rude/Genesis! I haven´t seen that pairing yet either. But we´ll have to see if Gen will give up his crush on Sephy^^
Hey!!! XD Yesh, Gen is the shiznit!! Gen and Yaz have the best exercise plan in the world, really. XDDD Thank you so much and also for the props on Gen-Rude, I think it really just formed on its own as we were in the moment.
kiki-slasha: Haha, Rude and his glasses are predestined for voyeurism, hehe ;) Yeah, if Rufus ever found out he couldn´t even do anything about it because he´d have to fire/kill half his staff XD Thanks, we love that you love the smut!!! *kisses*
Hehe, yay!!!! XD So glad you like it! I would be willing to bet Rude has memorized Gen's naked body by now. And I know that Rude will not be the one to tell Rufus. Really, if Reno and Rude understand why Tseng has been given 'light duty,' then they will stay quiet. But you are right, I am sure in Rufus' mind, no one gets anything over on him, or heads will roll. Heh heh heh sneaky bastids, all of them. XDDDDD
Rina76: Haha, yes, he´s bathing again; what a clean person he is XD Truth is, it´s very easy to get smexy when they are already naked and there´s so many possibilities to touch ;) And yes, Rude is very perceptive indeed! And I am impressed by your goo-ifying abilities XDDDDD That was so hilarious *cracks up* I´m so happy you enjoy it so much, thank you for the awesome review!
Hey Rina!! XDD Yesh, Yaz' stamina is very impressive, maybe we should enter him in a fuck-a-thon XDDDDDDDDDDDDD Yeah, it depends on preference, I am a bath lover myself, but he has to wash after every smexy encounter, so that makes soooooo many. XD If he weren't a fictional bishi, he would be a total raisin, hehe! Oh yay! Finger-sucking, I think we could certainly accommodate that for you! ;D Yeah, AC Rude is awesome the way he can fit into the background so well, and it might just be me, but I had a feeling that AC Rufus may have trusted Rude with more top-secret information (like where Jenova actually was) b/c Rude is discreet and Reno, sadly is not, but we still love him. XD So I bet that Rude is quite aware of most everything going on around him, and the less noticeable he is, the more hawtness he gets to see. Good call, he is just a big sweetie behind that badass exterior! XD Yeah, Yaz is very into Gen, he finds him really interesting, and since Gen called them 'friends,' Yaz is taking good care of him *hehe* in the way Yaz knows best. Thank you so much for the awesome comments, babe!! *huggles!!*
natzilla:Hehe, Gen is a bread-lover! Walnut bread. With salted butter ;) At least I am not on a diet XDDD Nat-Nat!!! XDDD *katackles you!* LMAO, you are right!! XD Gen was having a really random moment there XDD Yesh, I totally understand the appeal of baby Yaz!! *gushes over your Mommy skills! Also wonders if you would take advantage of the breast feeding priviledge as I totally would if I were you!* *wink* No, the costume I mostly meant was Princess Yaya, but that idea of Yaz being a harem girl is incredibly appealing!!! *drools! Decides to hereby become Sultana ChephCheph immediately if that is the type of bishi harem I could have!!! Woooooooooooot!* Cats and Rems, I am totally with you on that!! XD *kasnuggles!!* Thanks so much and TTYL, babe!
soyna: Oh, I think Genesis just made it in time, he´s a professional after all. But you´re right, if Rufus found out that they slacked all hell´d break lose -.- So they better behave from now on XD
Hey, love! XD Yesh, Yaz certainly gets a lot of attention there. XD Hopefully, Gen was on time for that client, or Rufus would prolly take it out of his hide one way or another. *winces* Poor Gen, then again, maybe not, we shall see. Thank you for reading and reviewing!! XDDDD
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