Chapter 11

The next time Yazoo got out of the house was a week later. It wasn't legal and he did not have much time, since Vincent and Seph had to go to talk to the authorities about something and he had only two hours at most. When he reached the teahouse he was already greeted with a silent bow by the waitress and she just as quietly led him to the usual room. As he got closer and closer his heart started to beat harder and harder, and his hands turned sweaty. Would Tseng be there?

When the door to the back room opened, Tseng was already gazing in that direction and his eyes lit up when he saw the youth.

"Hello, Yazoo," he said lowly, rising from his chair. "I am happy to see you." He gave a small bow and walked around to pull the opposite chair for the teen to sit in. "How was your week?"

When he saw Tseng Yazoo's heart stopped for a split second, just to race even worse than before. Strange.

"Okay, I guess," he muttered, sitting down and clinging to the small cup of green tea before him. The waitress had left with a bow and he felt a bit more comfortable. "How was yours?"

"It was fine," Tseng said, shrugging it off. Really, his occupation didn't fulfill him so he mentally shut himself down except for the time he spent here in his favorite place, dreaming of his favorite person. "It's all the better now that I am meeting you again. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Actually Yazoo wasn't hungry at all; on the contrary, he felt a bit sick, but in a positive way. His stomach was upset, still doing those little flips. But Yazoo thought it would be impolite if he rejected the offer. And Tseng had said that everything was better now that he met Yazoo... "Why's that?" the teen blinked, wondering if his ears were as red as they felt.

Tseng tilted his head, wondering if he should hold back a little more. "I'm sorry, Yazoo. I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I? Knowing that I was to see you again has made my days much brighter." He summoned a small smile, hoping to reassure the youth for he did not wish to frighten him off again.

"I'm not uncomfortable," Yazoo claimed, shifting on his seat. "My days are brighter too and all." He sipped at his tea again, looking at Tseng with expectant eyes, though he did not know what he expected exactly. Maybe a kiss? Seph and Vincent kissed all the time. Well, sometimes.

"That is good," Tseng sighed softly in relief, nodding to the waitress when she brought more tea and cookie wafer. "Would you mind if I..." He wanted to ask the teen if it would be alright to sit closer together today... but somehow, that seemed creepy to him, to go asking Yazoo that question. The silver haired youth must get these starry-eyed people wanting to sit next to him all the time... Decisively, he rose from the table and walked over to stand beside Yazoo's chair. Gently, he pulled the youth up into his arms, into a warm and gentle embrace. His cock began to stir in his pants again but he wanted to take it nice and slow so as not to scare his beautiful companion. If this child would allow the dark hitman to be with him, even when it was clear that Yazoo didn't know completely what he agreed to, then Tseng wanted to make it really special and worth savoring for them both.

Yazoo readily got up, staring into the man's eyes. They were so dark and calm and exotic that he thought he would get lost in them. His body relaxed against Tseng's though his heart started to pound loudly again. "Would I mind what?"

"Oh..." Tseng's cheeks grew a bit rosier with embarrassment as he'd forgotten he was speaking aloud for all that inner decision-making. Because his crush was so young, the Wutaian was hesitant to just take what he wanted or make full advances in case Yazoo got frightened. "May I kiss you?" he asked softly, his breath already whispering over plump, pink lips.

"You may," Yazoo allowed, but was already on the tip of his toes, pressing his lips against Tseng's impatiently. To tell the truth, their first kiss had been strange, with all that tongue and saliva, but the more time passed during the weeks, the more Yazoo wanted another one.

Tseng's eyes widened when he saw and felt Yazoo come so close but then he hummed into the kiss, his body growing ever more excited. Curling his arms around the teen's, he settled his hands along Yazoo's back. First, he let his tongue dart out to wriggle gently inside the boy's and then, he returned the gesture by opening his own mouth to let Yazoo try it out too, taste him if he wanted to. His arms drew the teen closer and he guided them back to his own chair, pulling Yazoo into his lap. Tseng's fingers glided up slender shoulder blades to gently curl around moonlight locks and he reveled silently in the feel of young, pert buttocks settled over his thighs.

Yazoo didn't notice how his fingers curled into Tseng's suit, clinging to him. He was fully concentrated on the kissing experience. Tsengs tongue was long and slick and smooth and felt a bit funny against his own, but soon enough he thought he got the hang of it. His whole body felt cold and warm at the same time, tingling strangely. His head felt a bit dizzy too.

"Hmm," Tseng sighed against Yazoo's mouth. He was feeling so wonderful here. So wonderfully inexperienced and yet with overwhelming enthusiasm, his flower kissed like a dream. Soon, it felt as though the dark man was kissing a seasoned lover and it would be very easy to forget himself. Boldly, he let his hands slip down that lithe back again to cup small buttocks and bring the smaller body closer.

Yazoo stiffened at the contact but then relaxed. He had to withdraw from the kiss for some much needed air, uncurling his fingers and slipping his hand to Tseng's bottom too, as far as he could get. He thought he was supposed to, because Tseng did the same to him and it felt nice. Tseng's body was hard and warm and strong. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, curious. No one had ever touched him like that.

"I want to feel you… all over," Tseng purred as he playfully squeezed a firm cheek. "Is that alright with you, my flower?" He pressed his forehead against Yazoo's while he awaited the answer, hoping it wouldn't be 'no' but he would of course stop if it wasn't alright.

"I guess so," Yazoo replied, squeezing what he could get a hold of Tseng's ass too. He felt a stiffness pressing against his thigh and looked down into Tseng's lap where a tent had built. "I know that," he announced, reaching down with his free hand to poke it. Then he remembered his good manners though and that he ought to ask, so he tilted his head in question. "May I?" Tseng had asked too, after all.

Tseng gasped breathlessly as he looked down to follow his little one's gaze. "You want to…" He was astounded at first but then he felt a surge of something like glee shooting through him. "Oh yes, Yazoo, please feel free with me," he assured, very tempted to place the youth's hand there himself in his eagerness. Instead, he playfully brushed the bulge in his suit pants over that slender cargo-pocketed thigh.

Yazoo looked back down with a serious expression, almost as if he was going to defuse a bomb. He pulled the zipper down and fumbled with the slightly slippery organ until it was out in the open, handling it with care. "It looks different from Vince's," he observed, tilting his head in wonder as he felt it up with his palm and finger as if it was an exotic little animal.

Tseng hissed and his lids dropped as he watched that angelic face, then letting his gaze wander down to take in the sight of Yazoo's hand touching him so that he could burn the memory into his psyche and call it up each and every time he pleasured himself. "How so, my flower?" he asked curiously, breath hitching ever so slightly as he tried to control his voice.

Yazoo kept playing with Tseng's cock a bit, holding it in his hand, measuring the weight and size, stroking it lightly as his palm glided up and down the length. "Hm. Vincent's is a bit smaller, I think... not as thick."

Tseng's breath hitched in a puff of relief that ruffled the hair that cascaded over Yazoo's slim shoulder. "We come in all shapes and sizes… It all depends on what you're comfortable with… You… are very good at this, Yazoo." His fingertips reached in to tether among silver locks, where Tseng began to lightly caress the youth's scalp, bringing their lips close once more. "Would you like me to touch you as well?"

"Sure," Yazoo said blank faced, but the light blush on his cheeks betrayed his stoicism. He didn't even intend to appear indifferent; he was simply attentive, careful, observing how he felt about what they did. It felt nice, actually. There was a light tingling between his legs that bubbled up to his body and the hairs on his arms stood up. His heart was beating fast and he felt warm, but pleasantly so. Tseng's fingers stroking lightly over his scalp made him shiver with pleasure, as apparently he was sensitive there.

Marveling at his little lover's beauty, Tseng slowly let his hand descend from Yazoo's hair down the front of that lean teenaged chest, shivering himself as he felt a prominent lower rib and hip bone, moving it center to find the button on fashionable cargo pants. Watching Yazoo's face carefully as he unfastened them, the dark man slipped his hand inside. He didn't want to take this farther than Yazoo would allow but also, he didn't want the boy to allow himself to be carried beyond his own limits. If the boy seemed afraid or uncomfortable, then Tseng would assert all his power to stop himself immediately. Finding black cotton briefs inside, he smiled. "Black is my favorite color."

"Mine too." Yazoo had sucked in his stomach when Tseng touched him, because it was like little electric sparks running through his body. He felt stiff down there, pressured, but it was not unpleasant. His hand kept stroking Tseng, slowly and carefully the way Vincent hadn't allowed him to do.

Reaching in slowly, so that Yazoo could stop him, Tseng could feel soft, warm flesh awaiting him there. "Oh, it's wonderful, Yazoo," he exclaimed, pulling it free of it's cotton confines so that he could take a look. "Do you touch yourself very often?" he asked, the curious question falling from his lips the moment it had popped into his head.

Yazoo tilted his head, light confusion evident on his expression. He was touching himself all the time, how could he not? Somehow he suspected that Tseng meant a special kind of touching though... "I don't think so," he therefore said hesitantly. "Do you?"

"I mean here... like this?" Tseng clarified, giving the youth's member a demonstrative squeeze. "I have to admit, I didn't use to but now I do, very often." His hips jerked up into Yazoo's fist with the excited anticipation and the pleasure of having it be the very hand he had been fantasizing about.

"No, not like this," Yazoo breathed. It felt... wonderful! "I can see why you do that though." He looked down at his lap where Tseng was handling his hardening erection, squeezing little waves of pleasure out of it. His own ministrations on Tseng were forgotten until the man encouraged him with an upward thrust and Yazoo started moving again, lips parted in silent wonder, his breathing accelerated.

Tseng couldn't believe it. How pure his flower was! "Well, it's something private, only for you. If you are ever feeling trapped, you can go to your room and take time for yourself this way. That is why I like it aside from the fact that it feels really good. But we can share it and spend private time together doing this too, and that can make it very special, only for us, if you would like to." Questions started to bubble to the surface but for the moment, he only left it at that, too excited about touching Yazoo's bare skin and feeling his flower touch him. "I'm feeling... very good with you, Yazoo," he panted softly.

Yazoos head was swimming and it felt harder and harder to get a clear thought. His lids had closed, and he barely heard what Tseng said. There was a giant knot inside him, just about to pop. "Hm," he mumbled, swaying a bit, "feel good too."

Seeing the warning signs, Tseng quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it open, baring his own chest and belly. "Let go, my flower," he whispered against a pale ear, capturing those hazy emerald eyes with his own dark ones. This was what he had been longing to see and he was not about to miss any of it.

Yazoo shivered, his body arching all of a sudden, then it relaxed, just to flex again. Yazoo felt as if he was falling backwards and clung to Tseng's arm, as the man stroked him harder and faster, until the bottom dropped out of Yazoo's belly and he came with a surprised gasp. The release that followed afterwards was the most intense and pleasant feelings he had ever had; he felt warm, the tingling swelled and then exploded and then there was only bliss. His semen spilled onto Tseng's bare belly, running down his smooth skin in small droplets.

Tseng moaned and bit into his lower lip, looking down as he gently tipped himself backward in the chair, raising Yazoo, who was still perched astride his thighs upward. He took his own cock in his hands and began to stroke it fast so that he could reach completion just behind his fantasy. Watching Yazoo, his breath began to pick up speed as well as he saw and felt those lovely eyes watching him in dazed wonder. "Yazoo," he murmured huskily, his eyes widening as he shared his rapture with his little lover.

Yazoo leaned his head against Tseng's shoulder, pleasantly exhausted and still dizzy. He watched Tseng's fast movements and reached out again, weakly wrapping his fingers around Tseng's, helping him.

Breathlessly, Tseng began to buck as feeling those soft, pale fingertips on him again was his undoing. With a harsh grunt, he felt himself spilling over on to his own stomach as well, his seed intermingling with Yazoo's. Hearing the scuffle outside, the waitress worriedly opened the door but Tseng waved her away with an exasperated flail of his arm before the youth would have a chance to see her. Silently, she disappeared behind the door again but not before she'd had a good look at their activities. Tseng would tip her well for her silence but he couldn't really be bothered to dwell on that now. Planting a feverish kiss to the top of Yazoo's pretty head, they slumped together in his chair, enjoying the afterglow.

Yazoo was so sleepy, he thought he had dozed off for a moment. He sat up, startled and a bit disoriented, searching for his watch. When he found it he got slightly panicked. "I have to go!" Quickly he closed his pants, trying to look relatively decent again.

"Yazoo," Tseng asked, already reaching for something to wipe his belly off with. "I would like to... get to know you much better. Would you like it if we saw each other regularly?" How to put it correctly... "Like dating... Would you like to build a relationship together?" Once he was clean, he stood opposite the youth while he buttoned his slacks, watching Yazoo's face carefully. "It can be as much or as little as you are comfortable with, I just would like to spend more time with you."

"I don't know about regular... I don't know when I have time and all." Yazoo stood in the middle of the room, looking lost. Just to make t clear though, he added, "I want to know you better too."

Tseng sighed in relief. "That is good," he smiled. "I've been thinking. Would it be alright if I got you another phone to use so that we may talk once in a while?" He knew a place through one of Rufus' chop shops that also unlocked and masked cellular phones from the mainstream networks. It would be nothing to get Yazoo one. Tzuchen also owed Tseng a personal favor, so it would be nothing to ask if he could mask it from Rufus' taps as well.

"Yes." Yazoo sadly didn't have time to get excited, because he was really going to be late and Sephiroth would kill him. Or not let him out for a while. "I'll try to be here next week, at the same time," he promised.

"I can't wait," Tseng answered as he pulled Yazoo into a final kiss to those honeyed lips. Then, with a playful swat to that pert little behind, he allowed, "now go, I can see your urgency. Until next time, my flower."

Yazoo nodded and off he went, through the hallway to the entrance where he put on his shoes quickly. The rest of the way he ran home but that was good, because then he had an explanation why he was so disheveled.

Tseng ran a hand down his still-slick belly, bringing a wet finger to his lips, letting his tongue dart out to taste it. It was perfect, feeling his flower's nectar all over him and he sighed happily. He had just taken his perversity to a whole new level but it felt very, very good. Slowly, he wiped it even more away with one of the cloth napkins provided, leaving the rest to soak into his skin. Once he was dry at least, he refastened his shirt and tucked it all back in, retying his tie to rights from where he had knocked it askew. When he was once more presentable, he opened the sliding door quietly to find his waitress looming nearby.

"Please see that the napkins get special attention this time," he gave her a small bow for she was his favorite server after all. "For your silence." He took one of her hands hanging at her side to slip a 100-gil note into it. It was also a silent message that if she wanted more tips like that, she would allow his fraternizations with his young company under her roof should it happen again and know when to leave the room.

With a renewed sense of self and freedom, he found it easy to rejoin the driver that awaited him outside the restaurant to return him to the Shinra offices for the day.

tbc?