A.N. Oh my goodness! I'm sorry for the wait, you guys! I was kind of stuck... But to make up for not posting in so long, I've made this chapter extra long, and added a delicious dose of citrus! In this chapter we are delving into the mind of a TURK and an interrogator. I feel that certain characters have been neglected, and I must give them the chance to shine :) Next chapter the plot picks up again, I promise!
No beta this time, Sytherea Orianthe is not able to get to a computer, so I hope that this isn't so bad that no one can read it! This chapter is also dedicated toriverseithr for the delightful gift she sent me yesterday... *dies from the hotness* You're so awesome. You're BEYOND awesome... you're... BEYAWESOME!
R&R!
Chapter 25: Île de la Mort*
Vincent sighed in frustration as the monster before him fell to the ground, dead. They had been fighting off the beasts of the plains almost non-stop since clearing the forest.
"This isn't going to work," Sytherea said, panting slightly with exertion. "Shelke can't carry Reeve and fight off monsters at the same time."
Vincent let a melancholy look cross his features, thoughts fluttering through his mind. "You're right." He finally said. "We'll have to split up. I want you to go with Shelke. Get Reeve's body back to the air ship and into stasis until we can safely hold a proper service for him."
Sytherea looked like she wanted to protest, her mouth opening, but she seemed to rethink her argument, instead snapping her mouth closed and nodding her head. "Okay." She said simply.
Weapons were quickly exchanged, and goodbyes were said, and then Vincent turned away from his lover, his form quickly fading into the harsh heatwaves that plagued the plains as he made his way to the rendezvous point.
!#$%^&*()
A soft smile spread across the Middle Remnant's face as he watched his lover run through her bedtime ritual, soft chiffon clinging to her even softer curves. She had been horribly upset when Sukai and the others informed her of Tseng's behavior, and his harsh words, and at the knowledge that now, she would be hunted as well. She knew how the TURKS worked, and how far they would go to silence those whom they believed to be a threat to their employer and the empire that he had built.
However, those worries had vanished when Yazoo calmly reminded her that she, also, was a TURK and knew just as much about not being found, as her co-workers knew about finding targets.
"Come to bed." Yazoo said, interrupting Cissnei's preening.
Cissnei sighed and ran the brush through her hair once more before setting it onto her night table and turning back to her very own Remnant. "Sorry, I guess I'm still a little worried. I know that I can out-maneuver them, but I don't like the thought of being responsible for keeping the whole group under ShinRa's radar." The auburn-haired woman said.
Yazoo leaned forward when she was close enough and dragged her down onto their bed. "You know that you don't have to do it alone." He said into her hair as she snuggled into his chest. "I'll help you, and so will the others. We will all do everything we can to make sure that everything we do is what's best for the group. All you need to do is be there to offer ideas and support." He assured.
Cissnei smiled. He always could melt away her fears like they were ice sculptors against a raging furnace. Then again, she knew that she could only blame that on the unshakeable trust she had in her lover. She knew that he could protect himself, and that he would do all he could to not only her, but everyone else that they cared about.
"I love you." She sighed, half-asleep from the warm embrace he had enveloped her in. "You make me feel so safe."
Yazoo smiled softly. Seven years ago, he'd have never dreamed that someone would say something like that to him. Especially not when that someone had seen what he was capable of – many times over – and knew that he felt no regrets for his forceful actions.
"I love you." He answered her, running his palm across her shoulder and down her arm, and smiling when cold-chills erupted on her tanned skin. He felt her heart rate pick up, her chest pressed tightly to his. She lifted her head and her sleepy eyes met his, promise and lust slowly seeping into her gaze.
Cissnei squirmed until she was laying across him, comfortably straddling the middle Remnant's lean form and splaying her fingers on his bare chest. She rested her cheek against the nape of his neck, nudging his ear with her nose before gently nipping at his skin. She smiled when he sucked in a breath and his hands gripped her arms,pulling her against him.
"Hm." He sighed when she repeated the action, tilting his head to give her better access and running his hands down her arms, and then moving to caress her back and the back of her thighs.
Cissnei let out a short giggle when his fingers traced a particularly ticklish spot and he smirked, tickling once more before wrapping his arms around her and turning his head for a proper kiss.
As Yazoo's tongue tapped at her lips, Cissnei lifted her hands and tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling just hard enough to force his head back and give her a better angle as she rose above him.
Yazoo moaned when she tugged on his hair, tilting his head as she wanted him to do and happily allowing her the control she wanted, her own tongue rushing into his mouth to duel with his.
"Do you want to?" She asked. Yazoo nodded slowly and allowed her up, his glowing eyes watching every roll of her muscles as she walked to their closet and reached inside. When she returned to the bed, she lay her prize at his feet, opening the locked box and grinning mischievously in his direction.
Yazoo shuddered under that gaze, wanting her to do as her eyes promised, and so he held his hands out, holding his wrists together in blatant submission.
A confused look covered his features when she shook her head.
"Actually... this time I was thinking that you could do it to me..." She said shyly.
Yazoo gaped at her, his eyes wide.
"What makes you want that?" He said, "You know what I-"
"I saw you interrogating the man from Banora... and I saw you with the Doctor, too. You were so... intimidating, almost scary-" A grimaced crossed his expression and she hurried to explain. "And it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." She finished, smirking when he looked back at her, wide-eyed.
Yazoo's thoughts were racing a million miles a minute, unable to believe that his sweet-tempered lover might have become aroused when witnessing his brutal and violent interrogation sessions.
'Well,' He thought, 'as Harmony would put it: Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth.' Whatever that means.'
He allowed a smile to creep across his lips, his head falling so that his eyes were hidden behind a thick sheet of brilliant silver hair.
"Oh, really? You thought that me torturing the life out of someone was sexy?" he crooned. He heard Cissnei swallow loudly, and a small whimper of what could have been arousal left her lips. It also could have been fear.
When she didn't answer, he snapped his head up to look her in the eye, climbing to his knees and moving toward her, slowly. "I believe... I asked you a question, Miss Embers." He said.
She quickly nodded her head in answer to his question, squeaking in surprise and pleasure when those strong fingers closed around her wrists again.
"Uh-uh." Yazoo breathed against her ear, delighting as she shivered, "Out loud, please. I'll only ask nicely once."
"Y-yes! It was hot!" Cissnei choked out through the shudders that wracked her body as his breath tickled past her ear and neck.
Yazoo smirked and reached into the box beside her, looking around the room to find the best place to start. He settled on the bar hanging above the window, meant to hold a curtain. Dragging her off of the bed, he forced her to the window, lifting her hands high above her head and snapping his newly retrieved hand-cuffs around her wrists, effectively shackling her to the bar above them. Her back was to him, the only thing she was able to see being the open air outside the tilted opening. If she were to break the cuffs and lean forward, she would fall through the glass and plummet to the earth below.
"By the window?" She gasped, "What if someone-"
Yazoo cut her off, pressing himself to her back and reaching around her. "Who's going to see? Sukai took her Wave Rider with her."
"But what if the cuffs break and I-"
"Oh, we're afraid of falling through the glass? I can fix that." He teased, stepping around her and opening the window, deactivating the safety bars that tried to cover the open space. Cissnei let out a shuddering breath.
"Oh, does that bother you? Are you afraid?" Yazoo purred.
Cissnei looked down, knowing better than to answer that question, at this point. She suddenly questioned her sanity, giving up the reigns to Yazoo. However, she would not back out, now. She asked for this, and it really was hot, in a terrifying sort of way.
"I told you before, I'll only ask nicely once. If you refuse to answer, I have other methods of extracting information." He warned. "Now, tell me: Are. You. Afraid."
Cissnei whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. He had her trapped. If she said 'No' he would probably do something else that would terrify her, if she said 'Yes' then he'd push it even further.
"Alright then." Yazoo sighed when she didn't answer. "Other methods it is."
"Next question." He whispered. "What, exactly, did you find so sexy about me beating a man nearly to death?"
Cissnei shivered and rubbed her legs together to try to ease the throbbing that had started there as she was forced to remember that scene. She opened her mouth and let her memories pour out, any filter long since gone in the wake of her confused and conflicted lust.
!#$%^&*()
The sinewy muscles of the middle Remnant's back rolled exotically as Yazoo pulled on the chain attached to the captive's wrists, forcing his body to hang and his feet to dangle inches off the floor. Dark blood ran in gruesome trails down the man's arms, flowing from the tips of his fingers, where his fingernails used to be.
"I won't ask you again." Yazoo snarled. "You're going to tell me where we need to look to find those children. Your toenails are next. I hear that hurts even more than the fingers."
Cissnei gasped, closing her eyes and turning away for a moment when the man spit in her lover's face, the sound of screaming soon filling the control room, the speakers crackling from the volume.
"Fuck you!" The man sobbed, his body heaving when Cissnei dared look back. "I swear to God when I get out of here, I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'll kill you, and then I'm gonna kill that woman! I'm gonna fuck her and kill her-" The man's empty threats were cut off with a guttural scream as Yazoo gripped his wrists from behind, setting his foot against the man's spine and yanking his arms back. The sickening 'crunch!' of snapping cartilage and bone made Cissnei flinch, and surprisingly, she felt a drop of wetness slide down her leg as she took in the sight of Yazoo's muscles straining through the leather he wore.
She felt her breathing pick up at the show of her lover's astonishing strength, the things he did to their captive being accomplished by the Remnant's bare hands, alone.
She suddenly found herself lost in a fantasy, thoughts of the first time they were together when he'd pinned her to that hard wall Sassi's garden in Ireland, and of wanting to feel that force again. She longed to be held down, to be forced to submit, to feel his hands on her face, in her hair, around her throat, even. The danger that those hands presented, the brutal tortures those deceptively frail fingers could inflict... to have them wrapped around her body, and know that even with all that Yazoo was capable of, he would never hurt her. And also the knowledge that even though he wouldn't, if he wanted to, he very much could... It was too much. She glanced around to make sure that the doors inside the control room were closed, the tape that her image was being recorded on was stopped and the comm disabled.
As the screams of their captive quieted and Yazoo's malicious voice sounded again, Cissnei let her hand slowly slip beneath her waistband and into her panties.
!#$%^&*()
Yazoo fought the flush that was threatening to overcome his body as he listened to Cissnei talk about touching herself while watching him torture someone for information.
So she wanted his strength? Then that's what she'd get. He'd always tried to hard to be gentle with her, not wanting his mako-and-Jenova enhanced strength to harm her even a little, but not this time.
Dear Leviathan, his strength was just gone.
"Well..." Cissnei panted, eying the red hand-prints on her hips that she knew would be bruised over in a few hours, "That was certainly fun."
Yazoo gave an exhausted chuckle. "That it was. You know, you're much more 'freaky' than I thought. Heh. And I figured after seven years, there was nothing that you could do to throw me off like that."
Cissnei laughed, her breath raspy and her throat dry. "Silly. I'm a TURK."
!#$%^&*()
The next morning, Cissnei awoke to an empty bed, and a horrible feeling of anxiety. Something was very wrong. She rolled out of bed, hissing quietly as the bruises on her arms and hips made themselves very well known, and hurried into her clothes.
She found Yazoo in the mess hall, a very dirty Sytherea, and surprisingly unkempt Shelke before him.
She felt dread take her, those pesky insecurities taking over and flooding her mind.
'Something's happened. That has to be it. I should have known better... This group can't have happiness without pain following immediately!'
She then noticed something that had her heart pounding in painful fear.
"Where's Reeve?" She asked, her voice shaking. Yazoo turned at the sound of her voice.
Sytherea quickly explained what happened, as tears welled up in Cissnei's eyes.
"And Vincent?" She asked, worried for her fellow TURK... even if he wasn't technically a TURK anymore, and hadn't been in decades.
"He's on his way to Mideel to meet with Sukai and Seph-"
"What?" Yazoo hissed. "She said they were going to Kalm!"
Sytherea stuttered. "Oh Leviathan, I thought you knew!"
"Knew what?" He snarled.
Sytherea gulped. She knew that Sukai would be angry with her, but it was too late, now. If she didn't tell him, he would follow Sukai, and that would end very badly.
"She went to get your father, Yazoo."
Cissnei held her breath as she watched the color drain from her lover's face and he swayed on his feet, the news that very soon, his father, the man whom had abandoned him to a life of pain and hell, was going to be in the same place. Hell, the knowledge that he was still alive had to have been quite a shock.
And if she couldn't keep Yazoo on the airship, if she couldn't convince him not to go after Sukai, then the island of Mideel would become something else.
Her thoughts defaulted to the language that Yazoo often used around her – his native language, the term fitting for the melancholy and darkness that she knew they would be experiencing in a very short time.
Île de la Mort.
She took a shuddering breath when Yazoo plopped down onto the metal table behind him, knowing that he had to sit down before he fell down.
Again, Yazoo's words echo through her mind, and this time, she knew the answer to last night's question.
"At what point does pain become pleasure? For that matter, at what point does pleasure become pain?"
Island of Death – French. I've decided that in the world of Harmony, while the lay of the land is different, the places/languages will carry over from Earth to Gaia. This means that (in my own personal opinion) Wutai would be like China, Cosmo like Japan, and because I said so, Banora and Mideel are like France. Just cause. It won't be a big thing, just a little more on their backgrounds :)