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I Guess It's The Pills

Yazoo sat properly on the bed, approached his hand under the nightlamp, and looked at the small pill between his fingers. Round, pink, it had a chrysalis printed in the front and back. He veered his head at Vincent, "Are you sure?"

Vincent approached him, "That's ok if you don't wanna use it," and kissed his naked shoulder with a smirk, "It won't blur our fun anyway, actually as the young man that you're I imagined you've already known what it is."

"No, I don't," Yazoo turned his head at him, chuckling, "You always find a way to surprise me, I wondered that drugs would happen with Reno, not with the introspective Mr. Valentine."

"Aha, I'm one step ahead of your boyfriend," Vincent did a winner gesture, "That's super cool for an old man like me!"

"He's not my boyfriend, Vincent, and if anyone on the age of sixties could look like you, oh, Gaia would be fun, eh?"

Vincent chuckled, "I don't think so."

Yazoo narrowed his eyes at him, smirking because even that Vincent taunted him sometimes, he truly cherished their nonjudgmental friendship.

"At least, not like you're dating Yuffie again," Yazoo taunted him back and Vincent smirked, " I'm not, we just talked, um, in a better mood."

"Um, let's leave our confusing relationships outside and tell me, Vincent, is it safe for humans? I mean the ordinary ones, not like us."

"Yeah, it was used as a tranquilizer or something, but some crazy enhanced dude found out that because of the mako on our bodies, it's amazing to us."

"Oh, wait a moment, does it comes from Shinra?"

Vincent shrugged, "Yeah, that's the irony, they fucked us, and now, we fuck with them," pointing at the small pill between Yazoo's fingers.

"Who gave you this?" Yazoo frowned, returning his attention to the pink pill. Vincent laid by his side on the bed, but as if defeated by his questioning eyes at him, sighed, "Cloud, and I don't need to ask you to be discreet about this, right?"

Wide opening his mouth with a gasp, "Cloud, Cloud Strife?" Vincent nodded at him, "Sorry, it's just that I can't image Cloud taking drugs or not being boring!"

Toying with the tip of Yazoo's hair, Vincent chuckled, "I told you that he's not."

"And I was surprised because you have drugs, poor me, you're all a flock of perverts," with a chuckle and a sassy look on his face, Yazoo picked the water's glass over the bedside table, "OK, let's see what it does."

He trusted that Vincent wouldn't put him in danger, and it would be the opportunity to learn about something new, drugs. But before he could swallow the pill, Vincent hugged his waist, "Only if you feel safe to do it."

Yazoo stared at him and chuckled, "I want to know about this and I trust you."

Caressing his chin, Vincent softly kissed his lips, " I won't let you get hurt if I could avoid it, Yazoo, and this is a promise," and returned to his side of the bed.

Nodding his head at him, Yazoo blinked and swallowed the pill. He was body enhanced, truly believed Vincent wouldn't put their lives at risk, and most of all wished to have his opinion about everything that circled ordinary life by himself. It was a long step from that silly virgin, tasting life through the doramas or novels, but now it all changed. Friendship, work, family, sex, love, lust, sadness, joy, anyhow, ordinary life had all of that, and he craved to live it as an ordinary being even that he was not.

"So, now what?" he asked already sliding his fingers over Vincent's naked thighs, "Do we have to wait?"

Vincent grinned at him, caressing his chin, "And do we need that, naughty boy?"

"Oh, no," Yazoo answered with a smirk and kissed Vincent's lips, gasping when the man's metallic hand slid through his back. Such a kinky touch he loved about Vincent. They didn't need drugs or whatever to get horny with each other, but if the pills worked on him, oh, no doubt about this, it would be fucking intense sex. He wished it worked, smirking while feeling Vincent's warm tongue on his belly.

Sometime Later

That frottage wasn't enough, pink pills were something amazing to have sex, all his body tingled, relaxed muscles, an increasing lust at every touch, kiss or rubbing, and he wanted more. Yazoo didn't even notice Vincent gasping for air while tightening the man's hips between his legs, pressing their cocks together, feeling the pleasure running throughout his groin. He didn't mind the sticky goo on his chin and hair, sex without mess didn't exist, and he knew it by now, pushing Vincent only to adjust his legs around him, "Gods, this shit works on me, c' mon, Vincent, fuck me!"

But Vincent coughed, backed off from Yazoo's legs that liked two tentacles, tried to grab him. Deeply breathing, he picked up the water bottle over the bedside, "I need water, Yazoo, my skin is burning, I guess it's the pills, but I'll come back hottie," and lightly smacked Yazoo's ass. He choked with the first gulp on his dry throat, deep inhaling the air. The light burning on his skin was a sign, and soon, those little shocks of energy would start.

"I'm all burning here, Vincent," Yazoo rolled aside, bent over the mattress, and crawled the distance between them, the thin veils hanging from the dossels crossed over his body giving him a phantasmagoric, though, alluring air, "Escaping from me, Mr. Valentine?"

Vincent shook his head. Why was he still doing this with Yazoo? Rationally, they should have stayed as only one night stand months ago, but Yazoo willingly naked on his bed became a recurrent and pleasant situation. He was such a hypocrite, asking himself those questions as if he cared for any kind of salvation, or worse as if it would stop him from cumming all over Yazoo's sweet mouth, as he did minutes ago, in sheer pleasure. The water bottle shook on his metallic hand, the enhanced material felt at first the tingles, and the pills soon would kick in with everything.

"I need you here, Mr. Valentine, so badly, please."

A beautiful and fresh scene, Yazoo looked like a schoolgirl with those striped long socks until the middle of his tighs, an extremely sexy and naughty touch, so stoned, hard cock lifted in the air, red swollen lips from kissing, and if he pictured what else that fleshy mouth just have done on him, he would cum again. Vincent closed his eyes for a second, "Why am I still doing this?"

Another shockwave ran through his spine, shuddering, he opened his eyes as if enlightened by the truth. Vincent's great answer was that he had an amazing inclination for debauchery, and that's why he couldn't help messing around. He veered his eyes at Yazoo and smirked, "Why am I still doing this? Because I love it."

"Don't you want to come in here?" sliding his hand over the groin, Yazoo opened his legs before him. He was in such a fire, burning, gladly he had used the douche, and smirked, amazed with his increasing acknowledgments in sex. At first, he felt ashamed to dress what Vincent asked him, but now, damn, he would do whatever that freaking hot man wished for, that was such a lustful idea, and indeed, maybe the pill did him feeling sexy and desirable, or it was just Mr. Valentine.

"I wanna feel all the sensations you've said. Ahn, this is so good," just the soft brush of fingers over his entrance would make him come, and he needed to feel Vincent inside and by the man's face looking at him, soon his wish would come true.

Vincent drank all the water in the bottle, dropped the empty bottle at the bedside, and cleaned his mouth with his forearm. With a smirk, turned Yazoo onto his belly in the mattress, and pulled him by the nape, "I bet that you will." He felt Yazoo trembling, his hand quickly moving to stroke on his cock while breathed on his neck, "Make me, Mr. Valentine."

Blessed magic pills, the boy was exploding in arousal like himself, the hair on his arms and nape bristled, the tingles on his stomach began to slowly move to his groin. He gripped, even more, Yazoo's hair, pulling him close, "Do you want a hard fuck, eh, naughty boy? Brace yourself or even better, I'll get the red bandana that you hate so much, and tie your hands over here."

Vincent brushed his body against him, softly biting his neck while sliding his metallic finger over his spine, "Do you want a safe word?"

Yazoo shuddered, gasping with the cold touch, so refreshing over his warm skin, and shook his head with a smile at Vincent.

"Are you sure? You won't get to move," but Yazoo just shook his head again, and after tightened the bandana around his fists, Vincent roughly pulled his hips and rubbed his cock against his ass. The smallest friction awakened every pore of his skin and Yazoo's body was so warm that he curved over him, enlacing his thin waist.

"This is so good."

Vincent softly moaned and Yazoo stretched his body backward, snuggling on that cozy hug, "You're so warm."

That was something good about them, the wantonness, and the intimacy in the same weight turned everything so tender.

"The pills, you're warm too, so good to touching you, Yazoo."

"Yeah, I like this, let's enjoy our enhancement, Vincent, no safe words."

The drug potentiated all his senses at every touch outside, and Yazoo was eager to know what it could do inside him. His mind wandered, imagining the sensations a cock would do when it hit there. Vincent slid down his armored fingers on his back, trailed them from the waist until his inner thighs, groin, squeezed his balls, softly massaging them, and then slapped his cock. He felt like doing it and didn't know why, but as Yazoo hissed in pleasure, did it again.

"More, do it again!" feeling shocks blurring his vision, Yazoo turned his half-lidded eyes at him with a whimpered voice.

Vincent grinned, feeling a shudder ran across his spine, "Care with what you wish," and hit Yazoo's cock and balls several times. Yazoo moaned, jumping over Vincent's hands whenever the slaps hit him, turning his cock red, swollen, dripping thorough his legs. He would cum hard and fast if that kept going on.

"Do you like this, eh? Little slut, you're," Vincent stopped his assault and slowly massaged the red leaking member. Yazoo mewled, trying to rub his cock over Vincent's hand before another slap, "Yes, I love it and I didn't even know, I guess it's the pills."

"Damn, I liked this side of you, blessed pills."

Yazoo smirked and looked at him, dizzied eyes, biting his lips in anticipation, "Aah! Fuck me, Vincent, please, this is torture, I'm about to come."

Chuckling, Vincent nodded at him, "Ok, I can't roleplay anymore either," and briefly closed his eyes, mentally ordering himself to take care of his claw over Yazoo's soft skin, and pulled him closer, enjoying to caress his ass, red from the slaps. Yazoo kept gasping, swirling his hips, and Vincent complied. He squeezed the round cheeks and opened them to his delight, anticipating the pleasure he would feel inside that tight butt. He had to make it count for Yazoo, had to do it with care.

"Beautiful, good boy, now cram this ass for daddy."

Yazoo veered his head at Vincent, nibbling on his lower lip, pushing his ass against him. Make me scream was his wish, and, so he did when Vincent pushed himself inward, rough, fast, and delicious.

A couple of hours later

Snuggled on Vincent's large bed, Yazoo sighed after looking at the hour on his phone. He veered his head and saw Vincent peaceful sleeping by his side. He wanted to smooch his thin lips and caress his face, but didn't want to wake him up, so, carefully stood up, and tried to find his clothes scattered around the darkroom. Why they never put the clothes in the chair, or at least at one single place? After that, Yazoo limped to the bathroom, trying his best to not complain aloud of his sore ass.

"Oh, so cold, fuck..."

They should have forgotten a window opened because the corridor was freezing, the chill of the night caused goosebumps on his bare skin, and he fastened his pace. Once in the bathroom, he turned on the shower, the hot water slowly warming up his body and easing the ache of his lower parts. Yeah, the pills worked very well, the sex was amazing and giving the chance, it would be fun to try it with Reno. He laughed off his pervert thought, but soon frowned, Reno again, occupying his mind.

It should mean something.

He would like to say that rarely thought about Reno throughout the day, but it would be self-illusion. Every time they saw each other, the annoying, and charming Turk challenged him, and Yazoo smiled, remembering the weekend they spent together. Friday night they went to the Club, Yazoo met Reno's friends, they slept together on Reno's apartment, had breakfast, lunch, dinner, and he left only on Monday to go working. He enjoyed his company, surprised with himself to had stand all the weekend by his side with joy. However, even feeling a different kind of intimacy between them, it didn't mean that he wished to date Reno.

"Am I afraid? Is Vincent right and I fell for Reno? No, it's just...Humph, I don't know what it is."

He shook his head, wondering if people usually analyzed their emotional life after they had had good sex.

Minutes later, Yazoo crossed again the freezing corridor, this time fully dressed and ready to leave. Probably Valentine would complain about his sneak out in the middle of the night, but he didn't want to date Vincent either and rather liked to sleep on his bed. After letting a note over the kitchen's counter, thanking Vincent for the night, Yazoo silently went to the living to close the supposed open window.

"Weird," all the windows were closed shut, and frowning because the chill was still there, he shrugged and followed to the door, leaving the apartment.

He passed by Vincent's janitor and greeted him, following until his motorbike. It was late, but the streets were still crowded with people enjoying the night. Maybe another reasonable and practical thing to do was to find a new place, Loz already moved out, and he had no attachments to the desert to stay there. Nowadays, he was starting to like the idea of neighbors and a little bit of noise. Before mounting on his bike, Yazoo felt his phone trembling inside the pocket's pants.

"Miss you, princess, hope to see you on Saturday."

Speaking about the devil and Reno showed up, Yazoo texted him back with a smirk on his face, "Let's see."

He knew Reno was out of town for the month and didn't expect to see him sooner, though, missed the redhead's company. That confused family breakfast at his house instead of growing them apart bonded them even more, and soon after that, they spent the weekend together. It was, therefore, no wonder he couldn't stop thinking about him. He rolled his eyes with a smirk, turned on the engine, and circled the avenue to take the long drive route to his home while looking at groceries, restaurants, nightclubs, coffee, and even a twenty-four-hour repair, opened and busy with clients. A new place, closer to civilization would not be a bad idea.

On the other side, Reno sniggered pulling back his phone on the pocket.

"Let's go, Rude. I wanna hit home sooner. "

"Prepare your rod, this is an expensive suit."

Reno nodded and they followed to finish the mission. The first thing to do, accomplish the task, practically done, the second thing, take a shower, the third thing, go to see Yazoo. That was the right chronological order that he expected to do, but Saturday, noon, as soon Shinra's van crossed the road to Midgar, Reno jumped off the car, followed straight to Highwind Motors' door, and waited for his sweet princess. The gate was already down, and after some minutes, Yazoo showed up, carrying his backpack, and a little bit messy for his usual tidy shape. It didn't matter, Reno bit his lower lip, trying to sound as sexy as possible and not a drooling teenager, feeling the chills while seeing him walking, furrowing his eyebrows, but with a subtle corner smile. It was proof that he liked to see Reno there. The grin and the thing that he always did with his nostrils, like if he was fast inhaling, proved that even with that marble face at him, Yazoo liked to see Reno there.

"I- I haven't showered, yet."

"Me neither, princess," Reno went closer, "You say that I don't know how to speak on the phone, but you don't know how to speak in person. Luckily, I don't intend to talk too much," and lifted his hand to touch him. Damn, he was missing Yazoo, and when Rude's warnings crossed his mind, he pushed it aside with a lame excuse to himself that Rude was wrong. He wouldn't fall for Yazoo, they were just having fun, nothing else, no harm just fun.

Yazoo gasped, veering his head to one side to another, embarrassed by Reno's mischievous look at him, and rolled his eyes with a grin, pushing Reno's hands out of his hips, though thrilled by the surprise, "I'll go on my bike and no touching, this is my working place."

Reno tapped on the rider's seat, "I know, princess. So, let's have a shower cause I'm sure we're both stinking."

Yazoo chuckled, shaking his head, and mounted on his motorbike. He wouldn't say it or show it to Reno, but he felt his heart racing along with a thrilling chill, though the word love still scared him. He wondered if it already happened, and he was denying it, or it was just something sweet from Reno that he was not expecting, so it warmhearted him.

Reno didn't think so much and just followed his wish to see him, he saw no point at wasting the time preparing each other to do that. They could do it better together. With no more time to lose, he adjusted himself in the motorbike's seat, and went closer to Yazoo's ear, "What about a hot bathtub, bubbles, and those little shits that you like?"

Yazoo smiled and veered his head to look at him, "By shits do you mean a decent shampoo? I wasn't expecting to see you so soon," and started the motorbike, "No, my place and decent shits."

"Would you wash my clothes, princess? I couldn't wait to see you, so I came soon," Reno shrugged with a smile and would kiss Yazoo's cheek if he hadn't veered his head ahead, slowly taking the route to Edge.

"Behave, Reno," and holding on his hips with a mischievous smile, Reno whispered on his, "Why? You like when I don't."